Spoilers Are A Blessing And A Curse...
I just cried over a goddamn TV clip. Seriously. There was sobbing, and face-holding, and barely recognisable squeaks of "OMG BRIAN!!". I'm trying to justify this ridiculously over-dramatic response, because I *never* thought that would really happen to me. Not when it's just me in front of my puter, without the excuse of the whole mob mentality craziness. But I kinda get it. After all, this is a show that I've lived and breathed for months now, and the clip in particular was preceded by the one that tells us Vic has died, and I'd just watched a news segment about the latest suicide bombings in Iraq (which really should have put things in perspective, but instead only added to my general state of melancholy).
But OMG Brian. That last scene was so incredibly powerful. The *please help me forget today* blow-job obviously wasn't working, and his climax seemed actually to cause him pain, rather than release. And the music - jebus do they know how to set a scene. And then that one sentence that will be heard the fandom over: "You have a lump on your left testicle." *BAM* That would be the sound of me sitting bolt upright in my chair, and slapping my hand over my mouth. Didn't make one damn bit of difference that I knew it was coming.
And only mere minutes after I'd been laughing over the footsies at Babylon, and the 'crabs' hijinx - the way Brian says "I wonder how *that* happened" had me grinning like a fool. And Justin picking up the guy at Woody's!! MAJOR SQUEE. He looks goddamn adorable and fucking HOT. So there I was, riding up on the rollercoaster of joy, only to be brought to a thudding halt by Brian's words "Vic's dead", and then hurtling headlong into a sickening downward plunge. OK, enough with the nauseating roller-coaster analogy, you get my drift.
Wow. 406 is gonna be painful. Maybe I should have stayed spoiler-free. :(( Random hugs are most welcome.