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Jan. 23rd, 2003 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonA few random Angel thoughts which are neither particularly coherent nor spoilerly, but I'll cut 'em away anyway.
I'm not one who usually goes right to the slashy place with characters' remarks, but when Lorne was giving Angel the snap-out-of-it speech last night, and telling him there's other fish in the sea, I was suddenly struck by the thought that, really -- Lorne would be the perfect match for Angel. I mean, he's clearly very fond of the big lug; he's got all those qualities of wry humor and groundedness and fun-loving that are needed to counterbalance Angel's broodiness; he doesn't take himself or anyone else too damn seriously. Angel seems to keep thinking he needs a Grand Doomed Romance, but he so doesn't; he needs someone like Lorne.
Watching last night's episode made me realize how little emotional investment I have in this show these days, but I did feel moved to go through the characters, and decide on their respective Ideal Fates, According To Me:
Lorne and Angel go off to Manhattan and open a fabulous music club, where Lindsey and Oz each launch highly successful musical careers, returning regularly as featured headliners. Angel teaches evening art classes at the New School, on the side, and schmoozes with the angsty disaffected youth.
It is revealed that the trip to Plrtz Grlb worked some bad mojo that temporarily shut down most of Gunn's higher cortical centers. Wes and Fred do the necessary research to reverse the spell, and Gunn reverts to being a competent, smart, fully-functional human being.
After which Wes and Gunn have a big huge blow-out fight, followed by the big huge blow-out make-up sex, and realize that they really belong together. They partner up to form a kick-ass demon-fighting justice-dealing operation, and have a reasonably happy life together, in a rather greyer and more conflicted version of Shrift's Mr. and Mrs. Bickerson (*great* story).
Gwen busts Faith out of jail, and they partner up likewise, constituting Wes&Gunn Investigations' chief competition. (Hey, there's enough demonic mayhem in LA to go around.) Every year the two couples get together for Thanksgiving dinner, an occasion that usually ends in impromptu swordplay and food fights.
Connor is discovered while bumming around Hollywood, gets a major motion picture deal, and becomes the next Keanu Reeves, reaching mega-stardom in "Matrix V."
Fred gets a tenure-track offer from Baylor, and eventually attains a stellar academic career. She mentors a whole generation of women scientists, marries a sweet-natured slow-talking Texas guy, and raises a passel of supergenius uber-children, while winning the Nobel for her research on trans-dimensional portals.
The Higher Powers decide that Cordelia needs a little more spiritual seasoning before she's ready for ultimate ascension, and so she spends several incarnations as a homely, badly-dressed, shy, geeky high school girl. With bad skin.
OK, now I'm happy. <waving wand> So let it be written, so let it be done.
I'm not one who usually goes right to the slashy place with characters' remarks, but when Lorne was giving Angel the snap-out-of-it speech last night, and telling him there's other fish in the sea, I was suddenly struck by the thought that, really -- Lorne would be the perfect match for Angel. I mean, he's clearly very fond of the big lug; he's got all those qualities of wry humor and groundedness and fun-loving that are needed to counterbalance Angel's broodiness; he doesn't take himself or anyone else too damn seriously. Angel seems to keep thinking he needs a Grand Doomed Romance, but he so doesn't; he needs someone like Lorne.
Watching last night's episode made me realize how little emotional investment I have in this show these days, but I did feel moved to go through the characters, and decide on their respective Ideal Fates, According To Me:
Lorne and Angel go off to Manhattan and open a fabulous music club, where Lindsey and Oz each launch highly successful musical careers, returning regularly as featured headliners. Angel teaches evening art classes at the New School, on the side, and schmoozes with the angsty disaffected youth.
It is revealed that the trip to Plrtz Grlb worked some bad mojo that temporarily shut down most of Gunn's higher cortical centers. Wes and Fred do the necessary research to reverse the spell, and Gunn reverts to being a competent, smart, fully-functional human being.
After which Wes and Gunn have a big huge blow-out fight, followed by the big huge blow-out make-up sex, and realize that they really belong together. They partner up to form a kick-ass demon-fighting justice-dealing operation, and have a reasonably happy life together, in a rather greyer and more conflicted version of Shrift's Mr. and Mrs. Bickerson (*great* story).
Gwen busts Faith out of jail, and they partner up likewise, constituting Wes&Gunn Investigations' chief competition. (Hey, there's enough demonic mayhem in LA to go around.) Every year the two couples get together for Thanksgiving dinner, an occasion that usually ends in impromptu swordplay and food fights.
Connor is discovered while bumming around Hollywood, gets a major motion picture deal, and becomes the next Keanu Reeves, reaching mega-stardom in "Matrix V."
Fred gets a tenure-track offer from Baylor, and eventually attains a stellar academic career. She mentors a whole generation of women scientists, marries a sweet-natured slow-talking Texas guy, and raises a passel of supergenius uber-children, while winning the Nobel for her research on trans-dimensional portals.
The Higher Powers decide that Cordelia needs a little more spiritual seasoning before she's ready for ultimate ascension, and so she spends several incarnations as a homely, badly-dressed, shy, geeky high school girl. With bad skin.
OK, now I'm happy. <waving wand> So let it be written, so let it be done.
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Date: 2003-01-23 08:52 pm (UTC)Well, this explains a helluva a lot. Today during lunch, Jaime and I watched Habeas Corpses and Long Day's Journey back to back and played "how wrong is he, let me count the ways" with Gunn. It seemed that every word out of his mouth was bass ackwards, bitchy, insecure and wrong. Gad.
I have no problem with Fred blossoming into a full-fledged Heinlein character. She's practically been that since the beginning, IMO. Arch. Nattering. Too bad her hair isn't red. No matter what though--I'm with you. She has to remove herself from the romance that is Wes/Gunn. Gunn!! Damn you. That man took a $@^#! bullet for you, man!! Stop listening to your 'nads! I can't understand how you stayed alive *this* long.
I love Lorne, but I have to wonder about how his equipment works. Just curious.
:)
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Date: 2003-01-23 11:17 pm (UTC)It's a towering pillar of green flame. Duh. (ALways wondered why Vulcans wear such heavy Max Factor makeup. Under it, presumably, they look more like Lorne...)