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[mooging]

I am quite obviously not sitting here in tears over the approaching end of Life On Mars, and what may happen.

Of course not.

*weeps like a child*

Honestly. Who would have thought that this would have happened? I remember being vaguely aware of Life On Mars last time round, and my father watched it, and liked it, and I remember thinking I might watch it....and then I never did.

And then strangeumbrellaput up her post about why people should watch it, just before the second series started, and I watched it.

And, oh. My heart. Sam and Gene are a couple of utterly perfect characters. They compliment each other so astoundingly well. The writing is amazing. I have only seen one, possibly two, episodes that were slightly weaker than the others in the whole of the show, and even they were STILL GENIUS. 

And the character development is smooth and the plots make sense (as much as they can on a time-travel-crazy-what-the-fuck kind of show) and everything is coherant and the standard is so, so high all the time and I can honestly say that I have never seen a television programme that has had and maintained this standard of stunning.

As for the characters, I don't hate any of them. I can understand their roles and the way they are all used yet there is still an emphasis on the two main characters (Annie, to me, is a kind of secondary-primary character - she's not insignificant but she's not centre stage, if that makes any sense). Sam and Gene are just perfect, and their friendship is simplistic and yet completely incomprehensible and there's just enough there to read into and go OMGSLASHYAYE without the rest of the viewing public, who may not be fandom people, going OMGGAY and turning off while also thinking 'hang on...'.

It is quite utterly perfection in a show, and the end is tonight and I just don't know what to do.

What do I think? How do I think it will end? I don't know, and honestly, I think this is one of the few shows where the creators won't fuck up and screw over everyone emotionally invested, except in the good way.

I can't express how much I love Sam, or how much I love Gene, or how much I love them together or even try.

I just know I don't want it to end, because these characters mean so much to me and oh, fuck, 'Strange and Beautiful' just came on Windows Media and it always makes me cry.

I don't want there to be an end. I don't want Sam to be without Gene. I...can't think about what might happen, I just can't.

Oh God.

*

I'm also kicking myself for not buying the dvds of the second series while they were dirt cheap on Play, because now I can't afford them as well as buying birthday presents for my friends, who all appear to have been born in a big mad rush of companionship for me in the next couple of months (yes, I know that sounded amazingly ego-centric. It wasn't supposed to.).

To distract me, and hopefully stop me crying for a little while, let's play Stump the Writer! Snerched from misplacedmarble.

Stump the writer!

A -- Go to the lists of my fic and pick out a line or three from one of my stories. (Must be a full line, please -- no sentence fragments or speech tags or other such nonsense.)
B -- I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
C -- A drabble to anyone who stumps me.

All my fics can be found archived here, in my memories.

Comments

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Ever the Changeling? The Pamela Flitton one?

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

Yes. XD

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Sod it, have another go, and then regardless of the outcome, I'll do you a drabble anyway.

What would you like?

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

She knew it was risky but so was everything and nothing made enough sense to make her care. She remembers being in a small room, dusty, with the shutters down and the dust dancing in the sunlight that was streaming through the wooden slats looking for all the world like unreal snow.

Can I have some Sam-and-Gene-in-2006 fluffiness, please? XD

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Sunlight and Definition :D

Okay, drabbleness:

"We all thought you were cracked, you know," says Gene, looking up as Sam leans across him to grab the computer mouse.

"I know," says Sam. "Now, for God's sake, what have you done this time? It's really not complicated - would you stop that?!"

Gene had just grabbed Sam's chin and was twisting his face from side to side. "It's not bloody fair, Tyler."

"What?" asks Sam, though he knows, and pulls away from the computer screen.

"At least I'm aging gracefully and not wallowing in me sodding kid-boy features," says Gene, letting go, and then he's quiet.

Sam looks at him for a moment, and Gene is not looking at him now. He sighs, goes back to the computer, and soon the error message has stopped flashing and the computer looks as complacent and competant as it normally does, which is not at all.

The silence stretches on, and on, and on, and Sam is sick of stale pauses. "Yeah," he says, "Yeah, but you're so dashing." He rolls his eyes, dripping sarcasm as much as he is able, and Gene starts to smile and coughs over the top.

"Don't push it, Sammy-boy," he says, and gets up. "It's your round."

"Of course it is," says Sam, following Gene to the door.

"You've got thirty bloody years of rounds to make up for," snaps Gene, turning quickly into Sam's face. "And don't think you're gonna wriggle your skinny coma arse out of them."

Sam smiles. "I didn't realise I was going to be sitting in the pints," he says, and ducks round Gene before he can hit him.

Later, in the pub, Gene downs his drink fast and comes back out of the glass with a foam moustache, and Sam thinks nothing of wiping it away.

Some things have changed, in this new age and this new era, but they haven't.
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Shut up, that's a drabble. It may not be that good, but meh. 45 MINUTES OH DEAR GOD.

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

Awwwww! It's BRILLIANT!

I squee at you muchly!!!!!!! XD

(Dashing! Sitting in pints! Computers! Foam! EEEEEEEE!)

_{...40 MINUTES!!!}