It’s that time of year again, gentle readers, when we all take stock of the things in life that don’t suck. But the real world is full of some depressingly horrible stuff right now, so let’s count our fictional blessings.
This year in Port Charles, I’m thankful for righteous tell-offs and just desserts and everything Michael Corinthos Quartermaine is choosing to be.
CARLY: Everything was about protecting you. And you know what? I’d do it again. You want to know why?
MICHAEL: Because you’re a horrible, deceitful person?
I’m thankful for his hatred and this unflattering shade of orange.
I’m thankful for Julian FINALLY telling the truth, and for Alexis finally getting to say everything I’ve been screaming at the tv for months.
JULIAN: He told me that if I didn’t do it, the shooting wouldn’t stop with Lucas! That he would kill you, Sam, Danny and Molly and everyone else I love.
ALEXIS: No. No, sir. You do not get to use us as an excuse.
JULIAN: An excuse? Your lives were at stake. What was I supposed to do?
ALEXIS: You call the police. That’s what you do! You tell the truth. That’s what you do. You follow the law. That’s what you do!
I’m thankful for the look on Julian’s face when Helena threatened her, and I’m thankful for the squee in my heart every time these two goobers are on screen together:
I’m thankful for Liesl Obrecht’s magnificent hair and Helena Cassadine’s delicious gams.
I’m thankful that Franco the Crazy Whisperer doesn’t make me want to stab myself in the face every time he’s on screen.
I’m thankful the TJ doesn’t have to emote very often because wow, he is terrible at it.
And I’m thankful for my sweet SIZZLE getting to share some wine before they’re inevitably at each other’s throats when the new Liason/Jasam wars break out.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys! May your day be filled with good food and no surprise visits from super villains.
(You know, unless that’s what you’re into.)