"Common Ground"
Aug. 26th, 2006 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_pryss"Common Ground" -- I enjoyed this one a lot more. Though I kept flinching and having to look away every time scary old Walter Mathau-John was onscreen. NOT HOT. And did anyone else have a "Grumpy Old Men" moment when old-John and tired-Wraith were limping around the woods grousing at each other and grunting and wheezing? Hilarious.
RODNEY WAS SAD ABOUT THE MOUSE HE KILT. At first I was pissed at the writers pulling that bullshit again where they give Rodney a gun and send him on a strike mission and then we all get to laugh at him when he fails to be, uh, a MARINE. But then they won my heart back with that lingering look of regret. "We've just wasted two hours. ...And a mouse." I love you, Rodney.
I'm sorry, but Ronon really got on my nerves this episode.
Elizabeth: if he can't control himself, then he needs to not be there, OK? You're the fucking boss. Have him removed, or order him beat them up. But enough of this talking to him like a mildly disabled child. He's a fully competent adult human being. Your refusal to excercize your authority makes you look silly and ineffective and coddling, and makes him look embarassing and weak.
Ronon: control yourself. It's not cute, and you're better than that.
John: you suffer so, so beautifully. So beautifully. I love you, sweat-pea. I love it that you manage to be heartbreakingly beautiful, and sort of alarmingly delicate, and generally somewhat fey... and then also a crazy survivor and a kick-ass warrior. You're a good hero, honey.
I can't believe I've developed a kink for Wraiths. At first I thought they were scary and gross, and then I thought they were gross and boring, and then I thought they were just boring. But Michael and this wraith have totally pinged me in all the right places.
I hope John wakes up sticky and panting every night for a month, unable to shake dream-memories of what it felt like to have that force racing into him, the exhilaration of that terrible, killing intimacy being reversed into a life-giving intimacy.
Wanting it again.
RODNEY WAS SAD ABOUT THE MOUSE HE KILT. At first I was pissed at the writers pulling that bullshit again where they give Rodney a gun and send him on a strike mission and then we all get to laugh at him when he fails to be, uh, a MARINE. But then they won my heart back with that lingering look of regret. "We've just wasted two hours. ...And a mouse." I love you, Rodney.
I'm sorry, but Ronon really got on my nerves this episode.
Elizabeth: if he can't control himself, then he needs to not be there, OK? You're the fucking boss. Have him removed, or order him beat them up. But enough of this talking to him like a mildly disabled child. He's a fully competent adult human being. Your refusal to excercize your authority makes you look silly and ineffective and coddling, and makes him look embarassing and weak.
Ronon: control yourself. It's not cute, and you're better than that.
John: you suffer so, so beautifully. So beautifully. I love you, sweat-pea. I love it that you manage to be heartbreakingly beautiful, and sort of alarmingly delicate, and generally somewhat fey... and then also a crazy survivor and a kick-ass warrior. You're a good hero, honey.
I can't believe I've developed a kink for Wraiths. At first I thought they were scary and gross, and then I thought they were gross and boring, and then I thought they were just boring. But Michael and this wraith have totally pinged me in all the right places.
I hope John wakes up sticky and panting every night for a month, unable to shake dream-memories of what it felt like to have that force racing into him, the exhilaration of that terrible, killing intimacy being reversed into a life-giving intimacy.
Wanting it again.
