East Coast Gazette

Dear People Who I Told I Would Be Editing My Book:

I am, sort of. In fact, I even bought sour gummy candy and beer for the process, but then I read a Lisa Kleypas novel and eight pages into assimilating hand-written edits with computer edits, I decided, I should probably watch SGA instead. AND THAT WAS THE RIGHT CHOICE TO MAKE AS MY BOOK TOTALLY DOESN’T HAVE BABIES OR GAY IN IT. Love, Pru.

PS, yes, you can tell by the tears I am going back to editing after this.

Spoilers and screencaps ho!

(1) It always makes me a little sad when I can’t make fun of their clothes. It just reduces me to making fun of their hair, which always takes a little bit more effort on my part — mostly because it requires parallel screen caps and careful timing to acquire them:

I know what you’re thinking: Flock O’ Seagulls is most obviously linked with John, but really, we all know from obsessive watching of Project Runway that it takes time and product to make Christian’s hair do that thing — whereas John’s just does it because God intended. You know Rodney’s wearing that leather jacket and Tigi’s Bedhead with pride. That is all. Carry on.

(2) I’m really shallow and easy, I will admit it. If we all went to Fandom High School, my name would be Brandi and I would self-tan and have given bj’s to half the JV teams in school and all of the varsity players. At least I’m honest. I say this because normally speaking, the reason I enjoy SGA so much is because I have comfortably low standards — so what if it doesn’t make sense, John made a cute face! Squee! But this week, not only did they carry the lingering tension of John and Teyla’s confrontation, they confronted one another again — and again — it was like, reality or something, where problems don’t get solved in thirty seconds or less! What’s more, I liked that nobody resorted to shouting or melodrama, and that both sides had good points. I understood Teyla, and so did John, and I love that in the end, Teyla was able to understand that she’d almost done. I’m starting to formulate this theory that Teyla is actually just as batshit insane as the rest of them, she’s just so self-possessed and says everything in such a calm voice that you kind of go along with her because she sounds so damn sure. If nothing else, I like that this episode validated John’s concerns; better than that, it showed us so did Teyla, and that it was hard for her, and it was hard for him, and almost rarely is there an answer that is either entirely white or entirely black.

(3) Also, because I gotta be me: BABIES! All four separate John/Teyla moments in this episode were delicious beyond words — I’ve always subscribed to the John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagen BFF theory, and I like it when stuff I write in fanfiction bears itself out on the television screen. I like that he was still mad at her, that she calls bullshit on him not talking to her. I like that she holds it over his head when he comes with his hat in his hands asking her to fly the Wraith ship. I like that in said ship, when she gets lightheaded, he’s good enough not to hold it over hers. And I like most of all that last scene when she tells John it’s a boy, and that he nearly died, and that she was scared. I also loved, loved, loved how she just curled up against him in a hug, pulled him in, because she knows — probably better than anyone, I bet — that John loves her, he just doesn’t know how, and Teyla’s man enough to show him the way. God, folks, I’m digging this. John Sheppard rocks. Teyla rocks. BABIES ROCK. THANK YOU SGA. OH, BTW: that scene in the now-canonical ready room where Ronon has to come back and physically remove McKay from the private conversation — PLATINUM COVERED IN CHOCOLATE AND CORGIE PUPPIES.

(4) WTF. Seriously?

RODNEY: So, no sign of our friend then?
JOHN: Stop calling him that. It’s weird.
RONON: What do we call him then?

JOHN: I don’t know. Todd.

RODNEY: What?
JOHN: He looks like a guy I knew in college. He was very pale.
ME: (drinking heavily) WHAT THE FUCK. YOU REALLY ARE NAMING THEM AFTER YOUR EX BOYFRIENDS OH JESUS CHRIST UP THE SPOUT SHOW, JESUS CHRIST UP THE SPOUT.

Also, it kills me that later in the episode, Rodney just GOES WITH IT. GOD.

(6) This is like, basically the visual equivalent of angstporn. Or you know, snuff. But whatever, John on his knees making that beautiful grimace was kind of hot in an inappropriate way — even when Rodney was wailing about never having been chosen first for anything in his life and now this! was going on in the background. What can I say, I’ve been reading The Story of O, it’s messing with my mental boundaries for appropriate sexual encounters, okay?

(7) In conclusion: I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR MORE.

…And now, back to editing. SOBS.