Whoa.

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Jesus, she's fickle.

And you know what, so is he. What happened to all this "I love Cordy, my best friend, I love her even more than my own son" harping?

If you ever needed more proof that these two don't belong together, look at the end of this episode. Both Buffy and Angel have recently declared either their love or their promise to, to two other people, and they stand in a room together and immediately throw all that away for 3-year old lust. They bring out the pettiest in each other.

I love this episode. I loved the kitchen scene. I was freaked by the promo. I'm tempted to pray for Spike. Which is absurd on two counts: god's not real and Spike's not real. And it's totally shallow that a TV show would tempt me. But also not, because it would be insincere anyway since I already know the fate is decided and filmed and waiting on a shelf in the UPN tech room.

And I'm not going to look at my friends page. I won't. Not for a whole week. I went 19 years without one before and I can go a week without it now, starting tonight. The risks are too high for spoiling.

But that means more of you need to comment here, so I don't feel totally cut-off in my fan anxiety. And if anyone has a great new fic rec, tell me please cause I won't see it for a week.

ETA: I will be however randomly clicking on individual's journals when I need a fix. So I might comment. Just not LJ as a whole.

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Hee! Now it all makes sense.