Torchwood-- Reset Reaction [first spoilers]
I'm so shocked.
I'm staring at the blinking cursor, wondering how to begin. The worst thing is probably that that episode was shown early- all the stuff in this week's RT was about Adam and I very nearly completely missed that Reset was even being shown a week early. Then again, I would have hated to have been spoiled for that-- so intense, so sudden, so shocking.
So I warn again, here lie spoilers.
I probably would have been spoiled too- tomorrow online, in a casual post or a fic or just thinking "Oh, nothing massive would have happened." But it did and it has. I still can't quite believe it.
Owen just died.
I'm staring at the words like I can't believe I've written them, like they don't make sense, like he was a real person, like I wasn't just reading a fic with multiple character death in it earlier today. I can't believe what the words say, that I've typed them with my own fingers on this very keyboard, yet surely they aren't true, surely they aren't true?
Owen just died.
I'm tearing up. And I hate myself for it, because I was so annoyed with Owen most of last season, he was irritating almost all of the time, especially when he was having the affair with Gwen, and I kept toning up my character bashing and saying that Owen and Gwen deserved each other and that the should just be left together in some sort of cupboard or something so that no one needed them and Torchwood could just be Jack and Ianto and Tosh, with occassional visits from Martha and the Doctor and people.
And now, he's dead.
I can't believe it.
And I can't believe how close to tears I am- there is actual wetness welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision which is already tired and blinking to much, and the are threatening to stated to spill out down my cheeks, which is ridiculous because I never cry at films or TV or even sad events really anymore. And yet, now...
And Kiss Kiss Bang Bang introduced the idea that he was going to be a much better character this series, and finally, finally explode his potential for true love and a proper relationship with Tosh, and now this. And God, poor Tosh, this is the thrid love she's lost in three weeks. I was going to write about him and to the Last man, which was great too, and Meat, which was really well written but no I couldn't spare the time and now those ideas are going to be contaminated with future spoilers.
And Adam! Oh Adam! There was- is- was so much to say but I can't bear to now, I really can't, but it was funn and sweet and beautiful and wonderful.
Judging by next week's trailer, it is proper.
If this was an English exam I'd comment about the foreboding and how the writers carefully implemented it but I bloody can't.
Christ, I've just thought, his emails, his Inbox, the website, the captain's blog.
Owen Harper, deceased. The late Dr Owen Harper.
I was saying how Owen was not a great thing for Burn Gorman but that was not what I meant, not what I meant at all.
I'm so shocked, and cofnused and tired. I'll probably wake up and think this was a strange dream. Only, it isn't, not really.
Anyway, I desperately need to think and sleep, but more posts, and more discussion and spoilers, particularly about this episode, tomorrow.
Owen, I always greatly appreciated you as a character even when I didn't really like that chaacter. My high hopes have been painfully dashed, and I really wish they hadn't. Even though I was not attracted to you Owen, and apparently neither was Jack, ther was a special place for you, in my heart and mind, and there will always be.
I love you Owen. I'm sorry I waited to tell you that.
I'm staring at the blinking cursor, wondering how to begin. The worst thing is probably that that episode was shown early- all the stuff in this week's RT was about Adam and I very nearly completely missed that Reset was even being shown a week early. Then again, I would have hated to have been spoiled for that-- so intense, so sudden, so shocking.
So I warn again, here lie spoilers.
I probably would have been spoiled too- tomorrow online, in a casual post or a fic or just thinking "Oh, nothing massive would have happened." But it did and it has. I still can't quite believe it.
Owen just died.
I'm staring at the words like I can't believe I've written them, like they don't make sense, like he was a real person, like I wasn't just reading a fic with multiple character death in it earlier today. I can't believe what the words say, that I've typed them with my own fingers on this very keyboard, yet surely they aren't true, surely they aren't true?
Owen just died.
I'm tearing up. And I hate myself for it, because I was so annoyed with Owen most of last season, he was irritating almost all of the time, especially when he was having the affair with Gwen, and I kept toning up my character bashing and saying that Owen and Gwen deserved each other and that the should just be left together in some sort of cupboard or something so that no one needed them and Torchwood could just be Jack and Ianto and Tosh, with occassional visits from Martha and the Doctor and people.
And now, he's dead.
I can't believe it.
And I can't believe how close to tears I am- there is actual wetness welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision which is already tired and blinking to much, and the are threatening to stated to spill out down my cheeks, which is ridiculous because I never cry at films or TV or even sad events really anymore. And yet, now...
And Kiss Kiss Bang Bang introduced the idea that he was going to be a much better character this series, and finally, finally explode his potential for true love and a proper relationship with Tosh, and now this. And God, poor Tosh, this is the thrid love she's lost in three weeks. I was going to write about him and to the Last man, which was great too, and Meat, which was really well written but no I couldn't spare the time and now those ideas are going to be contaminated with future spoilers.
And Adam! Oh Adam! There was- is- was so much to say but I can't bear to now, I really can't, but it was funn and sweet and beautiful and wonderful.
Judging by next week's trailer, it is proper.
If this was an English exam I'd comment about the foreboding and how the writers carefully implemented it but I bloody can't.
Christ, I've just thought, his emails, his Inbox, the website, the captain's blog.
Owen Harper, deceased. The late Dr Owen Harper.
I was saying how Owen was not a great thing for Burn Gorman but that was not what I meant, not what I meant at all.
I'm so shocked, and cofnused and tired. I'll probably wake up and think this was a strange dream. Only, it isn't, not really.
Anyway, I desperately need to think and sleep, but more posts, and more discussion and spoilers, particularly about this episode, tomorrow.
Owen, I always greatly appreciated you as a character even when I didn't really like that chaacter. My high hopes have been painfully dashed, and I really wish they hadn't. Even though I was not attracted to you Owen, and apparently neither was Jack, ther was a special place for you, in my heart and mind, and there will always be.
I love you Owen. I'm sorry I waited to tell you that.