Imaginary Bitches

-OR- The One in Which the Subtext Can Be Boiled Down to a Single Twitterism Seeing as I watch Once Upon a Time for two reasons, there is nothing quite as painful in those opening moments than to hear that one of those reasons will be spending the duration of the episode apart, and the…

It’s On! Regina. It’s coming. I know it. Wait…   It’s not my show.

There is a rare, bittersweet joy in watching the unfolding of a love story that will never be allowed to fully blossom. It’s what makes movies like Malena and Never Let Me Go so poignant, what makes songs like Almost Lover feel so lonely. That stated, the subtext in Going Home was so-not-even-subtext that I will…