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Sorry. I'm just watching the opening scene again. And I really have to let my inner shipper off the leash to squee.
I was nice and restrained on other people's journals. Really, I was. I was polite. I smiled and nodded. I glee'd when it came to the team (who were the definition of cute and adorable and so very loyal to each other - even if I didn't mention the team-ness in my last post). But I didn't squee.
I really, really, have to squee. It's like the Adama/Roslin shippers the other week - you know it's going to all go bum-end up pretty soon, so you gotta squee while you got 'em!
I. Love. This. Because, darlings, this is all in John's head, being made up by his subconscious. He's providing the candles, the wine, the admissions, the cues. The night is going the way he wants it to go, cued by a side of him he doesn't usually let out to play. He wants this quiet time with Teyla - and he wants her to want the quiet moments between them, too. And, what I find very amusing, is that John plays the gentleman and offers her an early night while what he really wants is for Teyla to invite him in to 'thank him properly'!
Which, I guess, depicts the way John and Teyla work their relationship quite perfectly: he lets her set the intimacy level and he stands by it.
I am a happy little shipper at this moment. My gen f-list can be reassured: it will pass - it always does! But in the meantime, I am gleeful and squeeful and a happy little vegemite!
ZOMG! SQUEE!
And, right on cue, here come the plotbunnies!
Ack!
I was nice and restrained on other people's journals. Really, I was. I was polite. I smiled and nodded. I glee'd when it came to the team (who were the definition of cute and adorable and so very loyal to each other - even if I didn't mention the team-ness in my last post). But I didn't squee.
I really, really, have to squee. It's like the Adama/Roslin shippers the other week - you know it's going to all go bum-end up pretty soon, so you gotta squee while you got 'em!
I. Love. This. Because, darlings, this is all in John's head, being made up by his subconscious. He's providing the candles, the wine, the admissions, the cues. The night is going the way he wants it to go, cued by a side of him he doesn't usually let out to play. He wants this quiet time with Teyla - and he wants her to want the quiet moments between them, too. And, what I find very amusing, is that John plays the gentleman and offers her an early night while what he really wants is for Teyla to invite him in to 'thank him properly'!
Which, I guess, depicts the way John and Teyla work their relationship quite perfectly: he lets her set the intimacy level and he stands by it.
I am a happy little shipper at this moment. My gen f-list can be reassured: it will pass - it always does! But in the meantime, I am gleeful and squeeful and a happy little vegemite!
ZOMG! SQUEE!
And, right on cue, here come the plotbunnies!
Ack!
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I find it hilarious that it was John who was thinking in terms of being properly thanked.
He's so frozen. But when he's bleeding out and knocked out he's girly girl relaxing with his main squeeze.
This is the guy that loves Ferris wheels. :D
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John really does have a hero complex at the heart of it - one to match Joe Flanigan's one (he sounded very disappointed to have to explain to his son that daddy didn't actually get into a jumper and fly away to another galaxy to save the universe - he just pretended to)!
Still, back in the Stargate Universe, one wonders how many times John was 'properly thanked' in a ferris wheel car. ;)
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I do wonder about gratitude, Shep, and the ancient gene.
I think the Pegasus galaxy should be awash in spikey haired 4 year olds.
:D