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apocalypsosSo now that I've given myself a few hours to stew over it ...
-- So the going-to-Paris plan is off then? Or ... I don't know. Whatever. Mama Petrelli standing there all cold and steady on the stage and flinching at the sound of the balloons being released made me squeal, so I can deal.
Plus, Claire was off somewhere with Peter talking about his underwear. If they were off in Paris they wouldn't be talking about his underwear at all, and I don't even give a damn about his underwear.
-- The most annoying thing about having obscene amounts of writer's block is that I'm still a fic idea machine. My current desires include futurefic where Molly grows up with Mohinder or Niki and Micah or Matt and Janice, or whoever, a character study of Candice (and why she's hiding her true self), Claire and Peter futurefic where they go into hiding fighting crime across the country and generally being each other's only lifelines (yet not be shippy in the least), the older generation of heroes, the younger generation of heroes, how Linderman got Niki and DL together, and ... well, that's about it for now. But I'm sure more will come because that's just how my Heroes plotbunnies act. They swarm into my office and hang out for twenty-four hours or so, and then I wake up a day later and find a bunch of dead bunnies all over the place with their skulls sliced open. (Really, Sylar, the least you could do is clean up, 'kay?)
-- It amused me greatly that when Sylar was watching the New and More Feminine Radioactive Road Show duck into that one store he was standing there eating ice cream. See, folks, even serial killers like ice cream!
Yeah, I don't see Ben and Jerry adopting that as a new slogan, either.
-- You know, I've been thinking about Candice covering up the fact that she's fat and I've already seen a few people saying they didn't like that development, but for my part I like what that says about the character so much that it actually improves her for me. I keep thinking about Mystique in the second X-Men movie telling Nightcrawler that she goes around looking like herself because she shouldn't have to hide it. Candice isn't Mystique. She was treated just as badly by others, was disrespected for how she look, and instead of demanding others see her for who she is she's left that girl behind to become this hot chick. She doesn't have to diet or exercise or do anything to make herself look good other than think about it. She's still herself under all of that (and I really wonder how she looks when the Haitian comes around, considering he nullifies powers -- maybe we'll find out next week, but I doubt it).
She could take the hard route to turn from whatever she looks like into a woman like Niki -- exercise, dieting, surgery, whatever -- and maybe she already did before her powers kicked in, and maybe she didn't. But if you woke up one morning and discovered you could make yourself look however you wanted, wouldn't you do it all the time? I mean, it takes supreme confidence and a stubborn will to fight a temptation like that when you've spent the rest of your life being hassled for exactly that. Mystique thinks people should just put up and shut up with the way she really looks, and she has a point. Candice thinks that now that she has this ability she can eat french fries nonstop and sit on her ass and still look like a gorgeous woman, and she also has a point. But both views say tons about the women who hold them.
-- I am now going to completely undermine my most intelligent point to say that Claire's coat is fifteen shades of pretty and I'd kill Sylar myself for it.
I'd also like Niki/Jessica's white coat-red shirt combo. I'm not supposed to be thinking about how I covet the wardrobe when the hubby's dying in her arms, you know what I mean?
-- Fuck New Yorkers. The most threatened things on this show are brains. For crying out loud, if nothing else this entire show is turning into food porn for the zombie demographic. Which would make Sylar the Rachael Ray of the walking dead.
I just ... do not even know where that thought came from, although I can now think of a very special episode of Top Chef I'd like to suggest. (The secret ingredient could be every member of season two's cast who picked on Marcel, but I doubt there'd be enough brains to go around with those morons.)
-- So far a few of my personal Heroes canon entries have been backed up or at least given the indication of being backed up. Which ... sweet!
-- I really want to know what Papa and Mama Petrelli and Mr. Nakamura can do RIGHT NOW. I mean, I'm sure that eventually they'll tell us -- why drop that info out there otherwise, right? -- but I am impatient after the show taking forever and a day to clear up, say, what the hell Niki/Jessica could do.
Also, I want to write fic where Angela and Hiro's dad come together as the last of the old guard after the bomb to talk about everything that's taken place and knowing their powers? Yeah, that'd be nice to know.
-- Poor Ted. Gone off to that big Geico commercial in the sky.
Okay, not like we didn't see that one coming a million miles away but they did a damn fine job of making him vulnerable and frustrated and sympathetic up until now.
-- Apparently Audrey did two things for the last few weeks of canon, look for Ted and invest in even better conditioner than she was already using.
-- It continues to make me wonder that Linderman, the Petrellis, Mr. Nakamura ... all of these people had powers, presumably worked together, and are currently worth millions if not billions. It can't just be coincidence that four people with superpowers who used to work together have these extreme amounts of money. Whatever that past betrayal was, I get the impression it paid handsomely.
I may write SPN meta in a wee bit but it depends on how well that writing-fic plan turns out.
-- So the going-to-Paris plan is off then? Or ... I don't know. Whatever. Mama Petrelli standing there all cold and steady on the stage and flinching at the sound of the balloons being released made me squeal, so I can deal.
Plus, Claire was off somewhere with Peter talking about his underwear. If they were off in Paris they wouldn't be talking about his underwear at all, and I don't even give a damn about his underwear.
-- The most annoying thing about having obscene amounts of writer's block is that I'm still a fic idea machine. My current desires include futurefic where Molly grows up with Mohinder or Niki and Micah or Matt and Janice, or whoever, a character study of Candice (and why she's hiding her true self), Claire and Peter futurefic where they go into hiding fighting crime across the country and generally being each other's only lifelines (yet not be shippy in the least), the older generation of heroes, the younger generation of heroes, how Linderman got Niki and DL together, and ... well, that's about it for now. But I'm sure more will come because that's just how my Heroes plotbunnies act. They swarm into my office and hang out for twenty-four hours or so, and then I wake up a day later and find a bunch of dead bunnies all over the place with their skulls sliced open. (Really, Sylar, the least you could do is clean up, 'kay?)
-- It amused me greatly that when Sylar was watching the New and More Feminine Radioactive Road Show duck into that one store he was standing there eating ice cream. See, folks, even serial killers like ice cream!
Yeah, I don't see Ben and Jerry adopting that as a new slogan, either.
-- You know, I've been thinking about Candice covering up the fact that she's fat and I've already seen a few people saying they didn't like that development, but for my part I like what that says about the character so much that it actually improves her for me. I keep thinking about Mystique in the second X-Men movie telling Nightcrawler that she goes around looking like herself because she shouldn't have to hide it. Candice isn't Mystique. She was treated just as badly by others, was disrespected for how she look, and instead of demanding others see her for who she is she's left that girl behind to become this hot chick. She doesn't have to diet or exercise or do anything to make herself look good other than think about it. She's still herself under all of that (and I really wonder how she looks when the Haitian comes around, considering he nullifies powers -- maybe we'll find out next week, but I doubt it).
She could take the hard route to turn from whatever she looks like into a woman like Niki -- exercise, dieting, surgery, whatever -- and maybe she already did before her powers kicked in, and maybe she didn't. But if you woke up one morning and discovered you could make yourself look however you wanted, wouldn't you do it all the time? I mean, it takes supreme confidence and a stubborn will to fight a temptation like that when you've spent the rest of your life being hassled for exactly that. Mystique thinks people should just put up and shut up with the way she really looks, and she has a point. Candice thinks that now that she has this ability she can eat french fries nonstop and sit on her ass and still look like a gorgeous woman, and she also has a point. But both views say tons about the women who hold them.
-- I am now going to completely undermine my most intelligent point to say that Claire's coat is fifteen shades of pretty and I'd kill Sylar myself for it.
I'd also like Niki/Jessica's white coat-red shirt combo. I'm not supposed to be thinking about how I covet the wardrobe when the hubby's dying in her arms, you know what I mean?
-- Fuck New Yorkers. The most threatened things on this show are brains. For crying out loud, if nothing else this entire show is turning into food porn for the zombie demographic. Which would make Sylar the Rachael Ray of the walking dead.
I just ... do not even know where that thought came from, although I can now think of a very special episode of Top Chef I'd like to suggest. (The secret ingredient could be every member of season two's cast who picked on Marcel, but I doubt there'd be enough brains to go around with those morons.)
-- So far a few of my personal Heroes canon entries have been backed up or at least given the indication of being backed up. Which ... sweet!
-- I really want to know what Papa and Mama Petrelli and Mr. Nakamura can do RIGHT NOW. I mean, I'm sure that eventually they'll tell us -- why drop that info out there otherwise, right? -- but I am impatient after the show taking forever and a day to clear up, say, what the hell Niki/Jessica could do.
Also, I want to write fic where Angela and Hiro's dad come together as the last of the old guard after the bomb to talk about everything that's taken place and knowing their powers? Yeah, that'd be nice to know.
-- Poor Ted. Gone off to that big Geico commercial in the sky.
Okay, not like we didn't see that one coming a million miles away but they did a damn fine job of making him vulnerable and frustrated and sympathetic up until now.
-- Apparently Audrey did two things for the last few weeks of canon, look for Ted and invest in even better conditioner than she was already using.
-- It continues to make me wonder that Linderman, the Petrellis, Mr. Nakamura ... all of these people had powers, presumably worked together, and are currently worth millions if not billions. It can't just be coincidence that four people with superpowers who used to work together have these extreme amounts of money. Whatever that past betrayal was, I get the impression it paid handsomely.
I may write SPN meta in a wee bit but it depends on how well that writing-fic plan turns out.
