#devour feculence

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Those eyes. He's congratulating her on finishing her fellowship, and she's looking at him like that. I thought her fear and uncertainty were so raw, I welled up. Someone protect this child.

Watching Helena take aggressively controlled microbites of the most perfect boiled egg in human history under the watchful eye of a man who is clearly her abuser in some way or another, in many ways, was viscerally unsettling.

Also, I have never eaten anything in my entire life a fraction as delicately. I don't think I'm capable of it, and I'm okay with that. I want her to kill him, even if Helly's the one to do it. Especially if Helly's the one to do it.

"I wish you'd take them raw" and the way she looked at him, everything conveyed in that look, will never not send a shiver down my damn spine.

I had tears, again. Dylan's despair was awful, but Gretchen's was worse. If outie Dylan quits and ends innie Dylan's life to stop her seeing him, or innie Dylan quits and ends his own life, one of them is left and the other's problems are over. She has to live with it and know it no matter what, and she's clearly more drawn to the Dylan that's gone in either scenario.

DEVOUR FECULENCE. I shouted. It was a spontaneous near-coming-up-off-the-couch shout and clap followed by a fist pump when he translated in case Drummond was too stupid to know what it meant.

It's just work, right? OH. Tears in his eyes, a little shake in his voice, and I am so, so hoping that he plays a part in everything going terribly wrong for Lumon in the end. I'm not completely convinced he will, but I really want that.

My beating, twitterpating heart. Bad guy Burt Goodman is supposed to deliver Irving to Lumon to dispose of but can't do it! Irving Bailiff had been working behind the scenes to bring Lumon down and suspected Burt of being a Lumon goon but is now totes okay with staying and risking everything to be with him.

They say goodbye as tragic, star-crossed lovers and I am both overjoyed and beside myself. Bon voyage, *buddy*. I love this love story, as heartbreaking as it is.

Watching Dylan get in that elevator to do exactly what he prevented Irving from doing at the beginning of the season interspersed with shots of Irving and his train speeding away (and Burt sitting alone looking bereft in the station), damn it to hell and back. Goodbyes are so hard.

You would be doing humanity a major favor.

Wow, Mr. Botty McBotman.

Those are some big fancy words to say something really unoriginal. I’ve got a few big fancy words, too, for whoever programmed you.