They're trickin' you because you're dumb!*

[bending_sickle]

heroes_meta: 3x09 It's Coming

Mohinder

Ohmygodshutupshutupshutup.

Claire and Peter

Claire, this newfangled thing called "plan" of which you speak... I don't think you know what it means. See, what you did right there? Not a plan. That snappy remark? Only a plan if you're Buffy and follow it up with a roundhouse kick. The running jumping and falling away part of your "plan" is only such if you're Xander, but since you didn't actually laugh in the face of fear Knox before running away, you also fail the Harris Plan.

Peter? I like you so much better without your powers. Suddenly you're smart! (Must be getting all of Momo's brain cells.) That thing with the gas? Brilliant!

Daphne, Matt and Mama Petrelli

Daphne is a moral-ridden undercover spy for a hidden company who doesn't want to go back to her horrible life. Who's also blonde and streetsmart and seducing her marks (and accidentally falling in love with them). Obviously, she's Nikita.

Matt, when people think at you, "I'm telling the truth," knowing that you're skimming their brains to know whether it's the truth or not... They could be lying. I mean, who hasn't insisted, "Hey, I'm telling the truth! Would I lie to you?" while laying on a whopper so thick it spilled out of the bun and lay there on the table, quivering in post-grill ecstasy. ...that was one wacked-out metaphor, even for me.

Sylar and Elle

First off, I'm not calling him Gabriel ever because 1) I'm shallow and he doesn't have the glasses and slick-parted hair and 2) that would undermine the changes and growth undertaken by this tall and lanky Gabriel-turned-Sylar-then-reformed specimen.

Said specimen, by the way, looks might fine in a tank top. He looks smokin' when he's...well, smoking and burnt to a crisp. That is one hell of a fire-retardant tank, let me tell you. The long-sleeved shirt didn't last one second, but the tank? Hung on in there liek woah. And omg, when he was on hands and knees, I was practically drooling all over his back.

Let's not even describe what my reaction was to Sylar pushing himself up off the floor, all yoga-like. I'll just say, "Sexy long thing!" because that's what I scribbled down in my paroxysm of lust. Translating that to the typed word, that would have been, "aslkjfalskdjf!"

The long-sleeved shirt's twin - or triplet - showed up to replace the original shirt when it blew up. So logically, if we want to know what happens to the Niki-Barbara-Tracy storyline, we need to keep our eyes on the shirt, for lo, it doth foreshadow. (Well, more like pastshadow, but whatev's.) ETA: *reread* I swear that made sense when I wrote it.

I'm a little squicked over the developing Sylar/Elle dynamic. The actors have been friends since they were wee, and I can't help thinking how a) awkward any upcoming sexy scenes may be and b) how thick that professional-life and real-life line must be.

I was thinking about this whilst washing the dishes, and thought, what if you have siblings, say twins, who are both actors, and they're in the same movie, 'cause it's about doppelgangers and what better way to cut out green-screen time than use twins, right? And the doppels do what all doppels do in fiction and fuck the hell out of each other. (Oh gods, The Time Traveler's Wife, don't let me down!) Can...can they actually ask the actors to do that? I'm just saying. 'Cause here they're life-long friends, and so weird - but maybe just a bit more than when it's newly-met co-stars - but where does the film industry draw the line?

I may be putting too much thought into this. You'll have to excuse me, I've barely had food today and have been worked like a dog. A sheepdog, or maybe a sleigh-dog. Or those poor suckers that used to draw carts, way back when. Woof.

I am full or squee at the subtle change in Sylar's backdrop ticking themesong. It's not ticking anymore, but full-on cathedral bells. Still time, still clocks, but it's changed somewhat, just like Sylar has, or is. ...again. Chameleonic bastard. (I love you!)

When (really, really tall) Sylar and (teeny tiny) Elle were sitting across from each other, and just after my paroxysm of lust, my inner geeky scientist shone through with the note, "Sexual dimorphism ftw!" Those of you who don't know what I'm saying are lucky - Mohinder doesn't make them want to bash their heads in with their flat surface of choice.

Since when has Sylar not had instant control over any power he's stolen?!? Wtf, writers, seriously.

"The pain...is gone." Where is my sexy Spike smirk and crazy fightin' and sexin'? That's the only way to end that line and you know it. (Oh gods no, the squick... In the words of Gaiman, it would be "cool, but weird. But cool. But weird.")

Nathan and Papa Petrelli

Papa Petrelli: I'm not dead! I used you as a puppet! Give us a snuggle!
Nathan: Hugs? Aw hell no!
Sickle: This is why Nathan is the smart original-duo brother.

That "You're my favorite" line is getting quite old. All the brothers are all Mama and Papa Petrelli's favorite!

Ok, Papa Petrelli? A word, if I may. I've seen this pop up in other shows and storylines and whatnot, and it's pissing me off. One's "destiny" is not the same as "that path that idiot folk keep trying to set you on". Unless, of course, those idiot folk are, or think they are, gods, (in which case they suck, because people spouting "it's your destiny!" are never up to any good). So it's not Nathan's destiny to be your sockpuppet, you just want him to be. Maybe his destiny is to be a flower vendor off the coast of Maine. Get out of the way, Papa Petrelli! There's some roses need tending!


* Heroes 3x08