Andrew makes for a bad date, even when he's not the one paying. Fletcher is determined to drag him all over New York or die trying.

It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.

"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.

Buffy and Faith are living it up in Cleveland, over thirty and regularly trying to convince their neighbors they're really just roommates, not "roommates", no matter what Faith wants. Of course, then things get all fucked up, complete with an apocalypse.

Raleigh likes being handcuffed, Mako likes Raleigh. Porn.

Eve has always been older and wiser.

“If there is anything else that can be said of Qinghe Nie,” Lan Xichen recites, helplessly faint, “it is that we take our weddings and our burials very seriously—”

“—For they are, to us, one and the same,” Nie Huaisang finishes for him. “You do remember.”

Sam didn't need his gun, or Ruby's knife or Cas' blade tonight. He had the power running through his veins to end it all tonight. This sacrifice would be the most righteous thing the demons he drained could ever do. Killing Lilith, avenging his brother, tabula rasa.

There are some things Thor doesn't understand, much as he'd like to. There are some things Banner would prefer not understanding, and this is one of them.

Khonshu and his avatar have a weird little moment on a rooftop. (Not for the first time and not for the last.)