for all eternity.
Haunted. Killed me. WITH SEX AND PAIN.
This written-whilst-rewatching-review and longest-ever-picspam is dedicated to the lovely forensicirulan, who's birthday it is, and who has provided me with copious amounts of Sanctuary loving and deserves recognition for keeping me afloat in my post-Haunted angstathon.
&&& also for creating THE Helen/John Community forallternity with me. Love you.♥♥♥
This was by far the most perfect Sanctuary episode to date.
& Chris Heyerdahl has officially become the perfect man. In every possible way.♥
-"Thankyou for answering my call."
OMFG JOHN DRUITT HAS A CELLPHONE!!!!!!
-That hot sexy man is saving people from a sinking ship. He’s so amazing.
-There’s no place like home, Johnny boy.
-JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!! JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!! I’m not gonna lie. I kinda came.
-Howcome sometimes Bigfoot is grunting and beating his chest, and then other times he’s a Surgeon and an habitual Surfer.
-OMFG OMFG HE ATTACKED HELEN. He has THAT much of a serious deathwish. "It's high time you did something about it." He forces her hand :(
-Erm. CHRIS HEYERDAHL HAS FINALLY TAKEN HIS SHIRT OFF. (!!!!!!!) SORTOF.♥♥♥
And all it took was a spot of defibrillation.
I need to tap that. And how!
I mean... holy fuck, just scroll down and LOOK at that prime piece of manflesh. I can feel my ovaries melting just looking at him laid out there on the table infront of Helen.
-"So? Was I right? Ya think the boss still has the hots for Tall, Dark & Deadly?" ERM YES.
-"I mate every Five Years."
"WITH WHO?!"
Is it seriously wrong that i’m now shipping Kate/Bigfoot?
-The way Chris Heyerdahl uses his hands to turn that key.... zomfghandporn.
-Yeah, on ya kneeeessss John. ON YA KNEES.
Why is Helen such a disbelieving bitch? He’s all I’VE CHANGED IT WASN'T ME I’M SORRY and she’s just NO YOU NEVER HAVE, LIAR. Poor Johnny :(
-Still shipping Kate/Bigfoot.
-OH, SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING SITTING SO CLOSE TOGETHER ON A TABLE IN THE DARK, HELEN AND JOHN?! I know for a fact there was some illicit pitch black snogging going on here. Clearly.
-And finally Helen believes him and loves him and god, she's like... TRYING not to let herself hope. It's impossibly hard for her to hold onto the hope that John is John again, that he's her John.
-I hate that finally John gets to feel free and himself again and he’s all HAPPY and PURIFIED and LOVES HELEN and is snogging her in the dark... and then five minutes later he has to go sacrifice himself for her/the world/whatever and lose his chance at a life. God. My poor bb :(
And to all the haters out there saying they don’t want John to ever be cured of the Malevolant Electrical Parasite latched onto his soul because Just John is sweet and gentle and that equals boring and not why they ship Helen/John... well Haters to the Left!!
THERE AIN’T NOTHING BORING ABOUT MONTAGUE JOHN DRUITT, BITCHES.
The way he says "I love you... remember that. Always. ♥"
I swear.
The levels of NUANCE in Chris Heyerdahl’s voice. Nobody in all the world has such an expressive vocal range. No wonder he’s so outstandingly better than every other cast member of every other show ever even when buried under a mile of prosthetics.
He astonishes me. He astonishes me in my pants.
-Is it seriously wrong that whilst poor pained infected John is falling to the ground unconscious, i’m like... checking out his arse? And every time I rewatch and he collapses I go "NICE ARSE." Biteable.
-He should have let Helen help him. HELP HIM OUT OF HIS CLOTHES.
-Stop breaking my heart, Chris Heyerdahl. Again.
AND NO, HE ISN’T DEAD. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS NO DESTINATION IN MIND. AND HE SAYS IT LIKE HE'S TRANSCENDENTLY HAPPY BECAUSE HE'S ABOUT TO BE FREE OF THE TERRIBLE BURDEN OF THIS CURSED LIFE. HE'S JUST DELIRIOUS FROM PAIN.
Because Amanda Tapping herself has said they’d never get rid of him, not ever, and how the universe revolves around Helen/John, so there.
And in Sleepers Helen says ‘departure’ rather than death. Helen Magnus is never vague, yo.
So he can’t ever be dead. And nobody better say that he is. Because my life would end.
Helen: John?
John: Quite a day...
Helen: Thank you for answering my call.
John: It seems business is never finished with us. Despite our losses.
Helen: Just saying... I couldn’t have done it without you.
John: Well all hands on deck, hmm. Besides... i’ve missed this place. Vengeful killing sprees are good for the soul,
but there’s no place like home.
Helen: A lot of teleportation for one day... feeling any worse for wear?
John: Right as rain. In fact, i’ve... never felt better.
JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!♥
Zulu Woman: This will never be your home while you let this darkness control you.
John: What did you say?
Zulu Woman: Please... don’t... I never meant to say anything...
John: I urge you not to trifle with me. You should have said nothing.
You should have left well enough alone.
...Why did you come to me?
John: Beautiful.... isn’t it.
Helen: Turn around. Very. Slowly. How long?
John: Long enough. Habits are.... hard to break.
Helen: Perhaps you’re not trying hard enough.
John: I AM WHO I AM. It’s high time you did something about it.
"Helen... I don’t know why.... I feel so strange..."
Helen: The EM shield is at full strength. Attempt to teleport and you will die.
John: I understand.
Helen: This is my fault, John. I should never have believed that you could change. That you HAD changed. How many have there been since...
John: Since you let me back in? Does it matter?
Helen: You’ve been killing again, and not just Cabal remnants.
John: Does it matter that I never wanted it to begin again, that I tried to stop, Helen I TRIED.
Helen: This is Whitechapel all over again.
John: Helen.
Helen: Do not even think about teleporting.
The EM Shield stays active in lockdown mode.
John: I have no intention of escaping
Helen: Really!
John: I will answer for my actions.
Helen: Don’t try me, John.
John: I’m quite serious, Helen. Something... has changed.
Helen: STOP.
John: If you’ll let, i’d like to help.
Helen: Stop. Talking. On ya knees, hands where I can see them.
John: ...Better?
John: Helen.... when you revived me...
Helen: The overload! Massive energy Surge!
John: I feel different. I feel... purged. Purified.
Helen: It came from you!
John: I think so...
"It’s violent, remorseless, relentless. It won’t give up ground without a fight. Think of it as facing me."
Helen: You said you feel... different. What did you mean by that?
John: The darkness within me is.... gone. Completely. Far more than when Tesla shocked me, that was appeasement. But this? This is... so peaceful.
Helen: It must have happened when I restarted your heart.
The creature jumped from you into the facility itself.
John: But how did it end up inside me in the first place,
I have no recollection of ever encountering it before.
Helen: You wouldn’t have to! God, it actually makes sense. Every time you teleport you convert your molecular structure to pure energy. The creature could have latched on to you during one of your jumps. Integrated into your being when you rematerialised.
John: Now... that’s it’s influence is gone. Is it not possible this entity was the sole cause of my bloodlust?
That it’s been polluting my soul since it began using my power.
Helen: Oh... I want to believe you, John. But it’s far too easy to blame everything you’ve done on something else.
John: Yeh. You’re right.
My mind is so... clear. As it was when we first met.
That thing was my rage. I’m sure of it.
Helen: John, what’s it’s agenda?
John: Chaos. Death. Suffering. Sound familiar? Once it learns everything it can about it’s environment, the violence WILL escalate.
John: It won’t end here, it will grow, consuming whatever it can, and never stop killing.
Helen: Henry, we need more time.
John: We don’t have it.
John: My entire body is geared to being it’s home.
Helen: John!
John: Let me go.
Helen: John you don’t have to do this, we can find a way...
John: I love you. Remember that. Always.
For all Eternity.
John: Get away from me!!
Helen: Please let me help you!
John: I don’t need your help!
Helen: It would have killed a lot more if it weren’t for you. You kept it at bay.
John: I need to leave now.
Helen: Where are you going?
John: ...I have no destination in mind.
Helen: John. Wait!
♥♥♥
This written-whilst-rewatching-review and longest-ever-picspam is dedicated to the lovely forensicirulan, who's birthday it is, and who has provided me with copious amounts of Sanctuary loving and deserves recognition for keeping me afloat in my post-Haunted angstathon.
&&& also for creating THE Helen/John Community forallternity with me. Love you.♥♥♥
This was by far the most perfect Sanctuary episode to date.
& Chris Heyerdahl has officially become the perfect man. In every possible way.♥
-"Thankyou for answering my call."
OMFG JOHN DRUITT HAS A CELLPHONE!!!!!!
-That hot sexy man is saving people from a sinking ship. He’s so amazing.
-There’s no place like home, Johnny boy.
-JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!! JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!! I’m not gonna lie. I kinda came.
-Howcome sometimes Bigfoot is grunting and beating his chest, and then other times he’s a Surgeon and an habitual Surfer.
-OMFG OMFG HE ATTACKED HELEN. He has THAT much of a serious deathwish. "It's high time you did something about it." He forces her hand :(
-Erm. CHRIS HEYERDAHL HAS FINALLY TAKEN HIS SHIRT OFF. (!!!!!!!) SORTOF.♥♥♥
And all it took was a spot of defibrillation.
I need to tap that. And how!
I mean... holy fuck, just scroll down and LOOK at that prime piece of manflesh. I can feel my ovaries melting just looking at him laid out there on the table infront of Helen.
-"So? Was I right? Ya think the boss still has the hots for Tall, Dark & Deadly?" ERM YES.
-"I mate every Five Years."
"WITH WHO?!"
Is it seriously wrong that i’m now shipping Kate/Bigfoot?
-The way Chris Heyerdahl uses his hands to turn that key.... zomfghandporn.
-Yeah, on ya kneeeessss John. ON YA KNEES.
Why is Helen such a disbelieving bitch? He’s all I’VE CHANGED IT WASN'T ME I’M SORRY and she’s just NO YOU NEVER HAVE, LIAR. Poor Johnny :(
-Still shipping Kate/Bigfoot.
-OH, SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING SITTING SO CLOSE TOGETHER ON A TABLE IN THE DARK, HELEN AND JOHN?! I know for a fact there was some illicit pitch black snogging going on here. Clearly.
-And finally Helen believes him and loves him and god, she's like... TRYING not to let herself hope. It's impossibly hard for her to hold onto the hope that John is John again, that he's her John.
-I hate that finally John gets to feel free and himself again and he’s all HAPPY and PURIFIED and LOVES HELEN and is snogging her in the dark... and then five minutes later he has to go sacrifice himself for her/the world/whatever and lose his chance at a life. God. My poor bb :(
And to all the haters out there saying they don’t want John to ever be cured of the Malevolant Electrical Parasite latched onto his soul because Just John is sweet and gentle and that equals boring and not why they ship Helen/John... well Haters to the Left!!
THERE AIN’T NOTHING BORING ABOUT MONTAGUE JOHN DRUITT, BITCHES.
The way he says "I love you... remember that. Always. ♥"
I swear.
The levels of NUANCE in Chris Heyerdahl’s voice. Nobody in all the world has such an expressive vocal range. No wonder he’s so outstandingly better than every other cast member of every other show ever even when buried under a mile of prosthetics.
He astonishes me. He astonishes me in my pants.
-Is it seriously wrong that whilst poor pained infected John is falling to the ground unconscious, i’m like... checking out his arse? And every time I rewatch and he collapses I go "NICE ARSE." Biteable.
-He should have let Helen help him. HELP HIM OUT OF HIS CLOTHES.
-Stop breaking my heart, Chris Heyerdahl. Again.
AND NO, HE ISN’T DEAD. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS NO DESTINATION IN MIND. AND HE SAYS IT LIKE HE'S TRANSCENDENTLY HAPPY BECAUSE HE'S ABOUT TO BE FREE OF THE TERRIBLE BURDEN OF THIS CURSED LIFE. HE'S JUST DELIRIOUS FROM PAIN.
Because Amanda Tapping herself has said they’d never get rid of him, not ever, and how the universe revolves around Helen/John, so there.
And in Sleepers Helen says ‘departure’ rather than death. Helen Magnus is never vague, yo.
So he can’t ever be dead. And nobody better say that he is. Because my life would end.
Helen: John?
John: Quite a day...
Helen: Thank you for answering my call.
John: It seems business is never finished with us. Despite our losses.
Helen: Just saying... I couldn’t have done it without you.
John: Well all hands on deck, hmm. Besides... i’ve missed this place. Vengeful killing sprees are good for the soul,
but there’s no place like home.
Helen: A lot of teleportation for one day... feeling any worse for wear?
John: Right as rain. In fact, i’ve... never felt better.
JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!♥
Zulu Woman: This will never be your home while you let this darkness control you.
John: What did you say?
Zulu Woman: Please... don’t... I never meant to say anything...
John: I urge you not to trifle with me. You should have said nothing.
You should have left well enough alone.
...Why did you come to me?
John: Beautiful.... isn’t it.
Helen: Turn around. Very. Slowly. How long?
John: Long enough. Habits are.... hard to break.
Helen: Perhaps you’re not trying hard enough.
John: I AM WHO I AM. It’s high time you did something about it.
"Helen... I don’t know why.... I feel so strange..."
Helen: The EM shield is at full strength. Attempt to teleport and you will die.
John: I understand.
Helen: This is my fault, John. I should never have believed that you could change. That you HAD changed. How many have there been since...
John: Since you let me back in? Does it matter?
Helen: You’ve been killing again, and not just Cabal remnants.
John: Does it matter that I never wanted it to begin again, that I tried to stop, Helen I TRIED.
Helen: This is Whitechapel all over again.
John: Helen.
Helen: Do not even think about teleporting.
The EM Shield stays active in lockdown mode.
John: I have no intention of escaping
Helen: Really!
John: I will answer for my actions.
Helen: Don’t try me, John.
John: I’m quite serious, Helen. Something... has changed.
Helen: STOP.
John: If you’ll let, i’d like to help.
Helen: Stop. Talking. On ya knees, hands where I can see them.
John: ...Better?
John: Helen.... when you revived me...
Helen: The overload! Massive energy Surge!
John: I feel different. I feel... purged. Purified.
Helen: It came from you!
John: I think so...
"It’s violent, remorseless, relentless. It won’t give up ground without a fight. Think of it as facing me."
Helen: You said you feel... different. What did you mean by that?
John: The darkness within me is.... gone. Completely. Far more than when Tesla shocked me, that was appeasement. But this? This is... so peaceful.
Helen: It must have happened when I restarted your heart.
The creature jumped from you into the facility itself.
John: But how did it end up inside me in the first place,
I have no recollection of ever encountering it before.
Helen: You wouldn’t have to! God, it actually makes sense. Every time you teleport you convert your molecular structure to pure energy. The creature could have latched on to you during one of your jumps. Integrated into your being when you rematerialised.
John: Now... that’s it’s influence is gone. Is it not possible this entity was the sole cause of my bloodlust?
That it’s been polluting my soul since it began using my power.
Helen: Oh... I want to believe you, John. But it’s far too easy to blame everything you’ve done on something else.
John: Yeh. You’re right.
My mind is so... clear. As it was when we first met.
That thing was my rage. I’m sure of it.
Helen: John, what’s it’s agenda?
John: Chaos. Death. Suffering. Sound familiar? Once it learns everything it can about it’s environment, the violence WILL escalate.
John: It won’t end here, it will grow, consuming whatever it can, and never stop killing.
Helen: Henry, we need more time.
John: We don’t have it.
John: My entire body is geared to being it’s home.
Helen: John!
John: Let me go.
Helen: John you don’t have to do this, we can find a way...
John: I love you. Remember that. Always.
For all Eternity.
John: Get away from me!!
Helen: Please let me help you!
John: I don’t need your help!
Helen: It would have killed a lot more if it weren’t for you. You kept it at bay.
John: I need to leave now.
Helen: Where are you going?
John: ...I have no destination in mind.
Helen: John. Wait!
♥♥♥
