The Weekend Report...On, Er...Monday

It is possible that Vid Farr is contagious and as such, I have had sockkpuppett coughing on me all weekend. I, much like the Beatles before me, get by with a little help from my friends.

It is a very good sign that I was up until 3 in the morning vidding. This bodes well. It is an excellent sign that Angel and Spike, while hot on their own, are almost illegally hot together. I sometimes intellectualize that fact and forget emotionally what they elicit from me. I remember, now. This is good.

Probably the best part of all is I vidded into the wee hours last night and only remembered "In the Dark" this morning. That is just unheard of - that I would not be looking at "Fool for Love" and "In the Dark" immediately. I love season five Angel. I do.

Side effects of vidding are that I am jittery while separated from my computer and the fatigue is making me somewhat more random than usual. I can totally handle this, however; as it is imminently preferable to bone-crushing depression. Whee! Not unhappy! Vidding! I *love* this year.

You know what else I love and I didn't really know it until this weekend? Clark Kent.

I mean - I knew he was adorable and sweet and I had very fond affection for him (See Lum's vid "Learning to Fly" for further "Aww, Clark" details) - but I absolutely love that boy now. He is so sweet. I always thought that it would be Lex that finally pulled me into Smallville, and I still find Lex intriguing and fascinating and quite hot in his own right - but I have thought all of these things for several years and still resisted really being grabbed by the show. But - Clark.

It was sudden - my falling. I admit it. I am blaming seperis - actually I was telling josselin last night - Jenn is like the gateway drug of fanfiction fandoms. She is like pot.

So - I was looking at her site to see if "How It's Gonna Be" or "Stumble and Fall" had been updated and they hadn't and I was bummed cause I love those stories and I saw that she had a new Smallville fic posted (co-authored with rageprufrock and I admit that I am intrigued by Smallville of late - and I've been getting sweet vibes from Clark and I find that hard to resist for some reason lately (I think QaF has like thawed my heart or something - shut up) so I read it.

And I so love Clark. I do. Beyond reason. Beyond Justin if you can comprehend what that means. He is just - GUH.

Okay - the story I read was "This, Too" at http://seperis.illuminatedtext.com/smallville/thistoo.html - I highly recommend it and Clark had me eating out of the palm of his hand right here:


It shouldn't be happening, shouldn't have happened. He should be at the farm, in the loft, thinking about Lana's shiny hair. Lex should be in Metropolis, deep in business. Nobody should be sticking their tongues into anybody else's mouth. Somewhere there should be pie involved. Instead, he's looking down in resignation at what appears to be something out of an after school special, and the very smell of it makes him sick in a completely physical way.

Trust Lex to find, of all things, meteor-rock laced pot.

See, this wasn't covered in the after school specials.

Clark checks the inventory in his head: he remembers how Julie dealt with discrimination; he vaguely recalls how Dave managed to survive after his parents died; he gets how Jack overcame his disability. Clark was totally on wavelength with Sue and her pregnancy.

Lex is neither being discriminated against, bereaved, crippled, or impregnated.

No, Lex is kissing people and smoking meteor-rock pot.


And then - with this one line later on in the story (after much shit happens), I was a total goner:

All Clark wanted was a drug free America.

I ask you - how can you not just love him? He's like...Xander. It's like if you took Brian Kinney's super-powers and then gave them to Justin and then made the bashing not happen and give Justin a daddy that loves him and perhaps raise him on a farm and well - hell. That doesn't even work.

Told ya I was random.