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schmericaTwo more episodes of season 2 due South, because -- dammit, I have been having bad days! I deserve comfort!
So, therefore, The Edge and We Are the Eggman for the first time. In which my Vecchio love is still strong and I continue to find all his het flirtations inexplicably charming; in which my Dief&Fraser squee is almost boundless; in which Frannie and Robert Fraser both appear to my heart's delight; and in which I reflect again on how so much more a) attractive and b) depth-filled Thatcher seems to be in season two.
And, of course, in which Fraser continues to be so hot I want to die, but I think that goes without saying at this point. Thatcher is a stronger woman than I, resisting licking his neck.
So, therefore, The Edge and We Are the Eggman for the first time. In which my Vecchio love is still strong and I continue to find all his het flirtations inexplicably charming; in which my Dief&Fraser squee is almost boundless; in which Frannie and Robert Fraser both appear to my heart's delight; and in which I reflect again on how so much more a) attractive and b) depth-filled Thatcher seems to be in season two.
And, of course, in which Fraser continues to be so hot I want to die, but I think that goes without saying at this point. Thatcher is a stronger woman than I, resisting licking his neck.
