Children of Earth, Day 5
SPOILERS TO THE NTH DEGREE.
That... I mean... whoa. That did my head in.
If I step back from being absolutely gutted about Ianto, I can recognise it as some fan-fucking-tastic televison. Though I really would not like to be RTD right now, because I know even yesterday when it wasn't necessarily a done deal, there were a lot of people seriously losing their shit. I was in denial yesterday because I kept hoping there was some way he'd be okay. And I still would like to think that somehow by the time we get to the epilogue, Jack has fixed it and Ianto's up there waiting in that ship. (Like the kiss worked, maybe? Yes? Come on, if Snape can come back from being basically bitten in half (in fanfiction), and Spike can pop out of an amulet (in canon), Ianto can get better).
Not that I think I'll really stop being gutted anytime soon. Not just because of Ianto, but because this thing I loved is never going to happen again, you know? If they do another series it'll be nothing like the Torchwood that was like... like a bad cat. It knocks over the water bowl and chases nothing and claws up your curtains, but sometimes it'll come up and cuddle you or do something ridiculous and you can't help but love it.
Other things:
-Frobisher. I mean, ouch. It was all for nothing. I knew he was going to do something like that even before I knew it was a gun in that box.
-The scene with Gwen and Rhiannon. Gwen lying about Ianto talking about his family, and Rhiannon's, "If Ianto gave you that old shit then you didn't know him at all!" And watching one more illusion of Gwen's just crumble. I almost like Gwen at the best of times (this series actually did a lot for my opinion of her), but I love the little cotton socks off Eve Myles.
-And related to the above, how much did we really ever know about Ianto? His "just scratched the surface" comment to Jack yesterday now strikes me as painfully ironic.
-And yet again, Jack's the one who makes the horrible decision. Horrible to have to make, I mean-- not horribly judged. Because what else could he have done? Yes, his daughter's going to hate him for the rest of her life. But that's the thing. Jack goes on alone.
I'm still processing, and I'm very very sad, but I think I give it a win.
That... I mean... whoa. That did my head in.
If I step back from being absolutely gutted about Ianto, I can recognise it as some fan-fucking-tastic televison. Though I really would not like to be RTD right now, because I know even yesterday when it wasn't necessarily a done deal, there were a lot of people seriously losing their shit. I was in denial yesterday because I kept hoping there was some way he'd be okay. And I still would like to think that somehow by the time we get to the epilogue, Jack has fixed it and Ianto's up there waiting in that ship. (Like the kiss worked, maybe? Yes? Come on, if Snape can come back from being basically bitten in half (in fanfiction), and Spike can pop out of an amulet (in canon), Ianto can get better).
Not that I think I'll really stop being gutted anytime soon. Not just because of Ianto, but because this thing I loved is never going to happen again, you know? If they do another series it'll be nothing like the Torchwood that was like... like a bad cat. It knocks over the water bowl and chases nothing and claws up your curtains, but sometimes it'll come up and cuddle you or do something ridiculous and you can't help but love it.
Other things:
-Frobisher. I mean, ouch. It was all for nothing. I knew he was going to do something like that even before I knew it was a gun in that box.
-The scene with Gwen and Rhiannon. Gwen lying about Ianto talking about his family, and Rhiannon's, "If Ianto gave you that old shit then you didn't know him at all!" And watching one more illusion of Gwen's just crumble. I almost like Gwen at the best of times (this series actually did a lot for my opinion of her), but I love the little cotton socks off Eve Myles.
-And related to the above, how much did we really ever know about Ianto? His "just scratched the surface" comment to Jack yesterday now strikes me as painfully ironic.
-And yet again, Jack's the one who makes the horrible decision. Horrible to have to make, I mean-- not horribly judged. Because what else could he have done? Yes, his daughter's going to hate him for the rest of her life. But that's the thing. Jack goes on alone.
I'm still processing, and I'm very very sad, but I think I give it a win.