Meep. *flail*
I don't think there's really anything even remotely coherent I can say about this-I spent the entire episode curled up in a little ball clutching a throw pillow. I love Rodney. I love everybody. They were all so wonderful in this. The scene on the pier will fill me with John/Rodney joy for about 10,000 years, and yet I loved the confession at the end, too. (Writers: if you don't follow up on this well, I will KEEL you.) See (and I guess I am deviating into "my thoughts on shipping" here, so feel free to skip), in the end-which is sadly coming much sooner than I'd like-I just want everyone to be happy. I want an ending like this episode would suggest, where the team is always there for each other, would always risk their lives for each other, would face down everything together. I want John and Rodney to be best friends (and maybe more) who drink beer together and never give up on each other and make each other laugh. And I want Rodney-who was, it must be said, my gateway drug to the insane cracked-out world that is SGA-to be happy and healthy and wise. To be loved. It would make me ecstatic to see that on screen, and think Jennifer would be wonderful for him. As I think Teyla would be wonderful for him. As I think Ronon would be. As I always have and always will think John would be.
And that's why I love fanfic. Because we can have all of it. A million billion different universes in which anything and everything is possible. We can have it all.
I guess I should go to bed before I start singing Kumbaya, huh?
But first, let me just say again:
I love my boys. I love my Hewletts. I love my team.
I love my show.
And that's why I love fanfic. Because we can have all of it. A million billion different universes in which anything and everything is possible. We can have it all.
I guess I should go to bed before I start singing Kumbaya, huh?
But first, let me just say again:
I love my boys. I love my Hewletts. I love my team.
I love my show.