mrsronweasley | SGA, 3x17, "Sunday".

So, okay. I knew what was going to happen, but it still killed me. I think parts of this episode were absolutely amazing, from all points of view. We get everyone on their day off - we get THEM. We get their fears, and their pleasures, we get their lives, and I love that. Some parts...stand out more than most. (OMG I KNOW.) Others are just...God, such a nice...yeah. I still haven't decided what I think of it as a whole, because I kept pausing, flailing, writing down notes as it went and capping. (I have...a lot of caps, god help me. AND YOU.)

I don't know what anybody else has thought yet, I just have my own "pay as you go", so to speak, notes. Here they are, textually rendered for your, um, time-wasting. It took me, oh, about an hour and a half to watch this. I know. I'm sad.

THOUGHTS:

HOLY SHIT OMG WTF AND OH MY GOD TEYLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(end teaser)

Elizabeth. Looks. GORGEOUS.

WHOA ELIZABETH KISSAGE!

Teyla don't want to play no SISSY SPORT, JOHN.

Yeah, John, you're as straight as they come.

"Sweet swing." Uh-huh. You go, gir- I mean, John. *cough*

"Carson, you're Scottish, this is YOUR GAME." OMG. SHEPPARD = CALLUM. The meta. IT BURNS.

Okay, so they're....grabbing towels from...their asses... and... playing... with sticks. Yeah. Okay. Just checking.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THAT JUST HAPPENED. THAT. DID THAT JUST HAPPEN? "OR A MAN"? DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!

So, okay. Shweir just went out the window. John/Teyla...hmm. Well, that was obvious, anyway. WHATEVS. More importantly, RODNEY WITH BEDHEAD BEING BELLIGIRANT. HEART.

And he gave them the day off, awww, Rodney! Go back to bed and jerk off some more. :D

Aww, Carson is SO CUTE!

Ahaha, Rodney never wanted to go fishing. Heh.

Oh, MOTHERFUCKER. Katie. WHATEVER.

He is a KING OF TACT. KING, I TELL YOU! And, dude. They're ferns. Srsly. WAY LESS IMPORTANT THAN RADIATION.

Hey, okay, cool, leukemia curing ferns. Still. RADIATION.

Up to his di- I mean, HIPS! in water. Oh, Rodney. You CHARMER.

Turned down for the FERNS. Oooooh, BURN.

Awww, Carson! Yeah, dude, that's...not a good sign. Rodney, you will kick yourself for the rest. Of your. LIFE. Katie WHO? Yeah. Point exactly.

OMG WHY. WHY WHY WHY is there a DATE RIGHT NOW.

SHUT UP, KATIE BROWN, I DO NOT LIKE YOU. Yes, I am biased. Yes, you can blow me.

OH MY GOD MARRIAGE, RODNEY TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE, I AM WRITING THIS FIC, ONLY NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. *cries*

Oh God, Rodney fails on so. Many. LEVELS.

She likes him a lot, too. And he finds that baffling. I. I can't even.

Oh God, it's really going to happen, isn't it? And I will have to sit here and pretend not to throw up in my mouth. Oh, God. It's. Really. Going. To happen.

Hold me, I can't watch.

AHAHAHAHAHA SAVED BY THE BELL!!!!!!!! Is it wrong that I'm relieved? I mean...for now?

Moving on...

Oh no. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. I mean, I KNOW? But OH NO! CARSON! *clutches...self* Uhm. OH CARSON!

Zelenka...watches...anime. I HEART HIM MORE THAN WORDS.

Free. Swedish. Massage. Zelenka really IS the Evil Genius of Atlantis, Holy SHIT!

Oh. My. God. LORNE. IS PAINTING. I. I. WORDS. I HAVE EXPIRED, THERE ARE NO WORDS LEFT IN MY VOCABULARY. *flails*

Oh my God, CRAZY LADY! Biro. Is. Insane. Poor, poor Carson. They're just racking up those pity, what-if points, aren't they?

Oh, hey, who's that? She is PRETTY! Damn. I... huh. Hello, gorgeous nurse/doctor!

Ouch. He's a lifesaver, all right. CHRIST, WRITERS. RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU.

Uhm, okay, back up here. Lorne? Has a fucking PAINTING SET and THAT THING FOR HOLDING PAPER, whose name I should know because I've been doing art for years, but it escapes me at the moment, SHUT UP. (Mol'bert in Russian, in case you are wondering.) She can't get volleyball shoes because they're not vital to the success of the missions? RODNEY HAS A PERSCRIPTION MATTRESS. EXPLAIN PLEASE.

Oh, God, I'm whimpering. I'm WHIMPERING. Oh, GOD. I can't take the tension! I am a tension WIMP! Give me WHALES! SOMEBODY GIVE ME WHALES!

Rodney is trying to save him! Oh, God, Carson! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! MOVE, MAN! MOVE!!

YOU TELL HIM, JOHN! YOU TELL HIM, RODNEY!!

OH, CARSON!!! Okay, I'm crying and making embarrassing noises. I.

CARSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

*sigh*

Oh, Rodney. I'm so glad it's Rodney. And I'm so glad that Ronon just walked in and asked him if he's okay.

Rodney is going to tell his mother. He's going back to Earth.

Aaaaaand there's the guilt. There it is. God. Rodney. I'm dying on the inside.

Ronon's quiet "Don't" just near killed me.

OH WHATEVER. JOHN IN HIS UNIFORM GOING TO TEYLA. WHATEVER, I SAY. (Although they fight pretty. They need to do more of that.)

Memorial service question: Where is Teyla's bandage?.. Hmm.

God, they're all...I can't even.

Okay, Elizabeth's speech is really reall bad. It's hurting me.

Rodney...God, DH is amazing. John looks bedraggled. *sigh* Oh, boys.

BAGPIPES.

Oh, my God, they're the pallbearers. Oh, God.

Oh, Christ, the look they exchange at the coffin. *whimpers*

OH MY GOD RONON ON EARTH. *dies of the possibilities*

Oh, come ON. Really? CHRIST.

"Good turn out!" Oh, boys!

Oh, Rodney. I love you so very, very much.

See, I was hoping they wouldn't go there, and they did. I was hoping Rodney wouldn't get the easy way out, because...well, it's a cop-out. But Carson telling him it wasn't his fault? Easy way out. Don't like it.

And there's that.

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Hm. Maybe later. I am SO behind with RayK fic and even with Callum RPF.

More to come.

Hm. We'll see.

I am SO behind with RayK fic and even with Callum RPF.

Weeeeeeell, that's what happens when you start fooling around, talking about SGA fandom like you have been.

(Apparently, I'm feeling a bit reckless because my whole LIFE is a LIE, C. I just... HOW? But no, real grovelling later, because... really. Really really real grovelling. You will be amazed.)

...

...well, I really hope that you'll be able to do better than that.

*gnarls*

better than that.

I have to warm up first. Still haven't started. So, probably tomorrow, because I don't even know how you're conscious right now, but here's the bare bones of it.

That first small comment I left? Pure terror. After I posted it, I was honestly surprised by the sheer length of my comment, and had an immediate rush of OH SHIT OH SHIT. Seriously, no kidding around. I still haven't commented on the picspam yet because I thought I'd lay low for a while, and try to not be seen. And then I was like, "Well, I'm an American and I have the right to not incriminate myself, so I don't HAVE TO TELL HER what I did." Seriously, I'm not even exaggerating. I was SCARED.

So this is me, grovelling. How'm I doing so far?

..ah, I don't know. I mean, sure, better. But that wasn't really so hard to do, now was it? So... I am not convinced. I like the "SCARED" part though. But the whole thing? Definitely needs some work.

I like the "SCARED" part though.

Heeee. Well, it's true. And it's not very like me to try to conceal these things, or even think about it. Usually I'm running up to you and showing you, and I was actually like, "Okay, this is BAD. Maybe she won't see it. Oh, boy." I almost got away with it, too!

To be honest, this isn't going as I'd planned. You weren't supposed to see my post before these comments and because of that, the whole tone of it is mangled. (It was gonna be so funny, too.) But, come on, I started out with the thing about throwing myself on your mercy. Unconditional surrender from the beginning. I really don't know how to follow that up in a way where you won't think I'm making fun of you, thus making it worse. You would have been so impressed, too. ::grumps::

Yeah, well, okay. I saw this part.

But.

No. Way.

You totally counted on me to see this. Don't try to deny it. It's not like... I've never met you before or so.
And, well, the being impressed with your groveling powers part is definitely over. Sorry. You'll have to come up with something else. Maybe a Callum picspam would do. I feel merciful today. *looks all merciful and dignified and stuff*

That is, only if you aren't responsible for this. Which I doubt. Because it doesn't sound like you. But, you know. You may not be directly responsible, but still.

*gnarls*

You totally counted on me to see this.

Well yes, I thought you'd see it immediately, but then you didn't, and you kept not being here and kept not seeing it and kept not commenting on it or popping up like a scary stealth ninja and yelling and I thought you weren't here, and I posted, and you saw that first and you were supposed to see this first and you didn't and it's all wrong now and I just... ::cries, hugs you around the knees::

Maybe a Callum picspam would do.

But I can't right now. ::wails:: But what should the next Callum picspam be? For when I have six or so hours in a row and a bigger hard drive and an actual capping program to work with? ::is underprivileged and sniffly::

if you aren't responsible for this

OMG, I DIDN'T DO THAT. I almost wish I had, though. Hee. But NO. I didn't and I wouldn't because I don't know Jules at all.

You didn't, huh. Yeah, well. I thought so. Doesn't look like you. OR Liz. Doesn't leave too many candidates though. *gnarls in the direction of Blue and Hel* *and maybe even more people* *all-around gnarl, kind of*

And I would have? Taken care of this in time. But I can't be there all the time, you know? I am trying? But. Well.

Aaaaand, Callum picspam. Let me think. Pretty much everything with a commentary would be okay. But really, mostly I just want a Viper picspam. Because it's only available in German? And I want your interpretation. About ten pictures or so would totally do. I would even provide the pictures. See? I am going to be easy on you? Or is that nice instead of easy? Whatever. VIPER. Let me know. I'll provide the pictures. I could cap and would provide about thirty pictures or so? And you could choose whatever you want. I can upload them to my LJ gallery and you'd just have to link. See? SEE? I am NICE. And stuff. Also, I want your commentary on VIPER.

And I would have? Taken care of this in time.

OMG what a beautiful turn of phrase, "taken care of this", like you're containing a problem, like if me and Liz and so on were on crack or something. Which, hey, we ARE. ♥

Yes, Viper! Interpretation! HEE. Okay, do the thirty pics, but the only thing is? They have to be chronological. Label them 1/30, 2/30, etc. I can't do it any other way. So, I'll still have to watch the episode again, but if you do the caps, that'll save me about two hours. Can I link from your gallery in a way that displays them and not just links them? ::wonders::

You are NICE. And STUFF.

Okay, I gotta get off LJ now. :o(

See? I AM nice. As opposed to other people I know. *sniff* And I will. Take the caps and upload them and label them and tell you how to link to the pictures directly. Because I? Am NICE.

And hee! I didn't notice that before. But yes. It's kind of a Mafia term? Take care of it? "Don't worry about it, just tell us the names, we'll take care of it." HEE! ♥

And it's okay that you have to go off LJ now. For me. Because I? Have to go to bed. NOW. I'll send you the the links tomorrow-ish.

SGA, 3x17, "Sunday".

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