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misachan You've ruined me, fandom. Ruined, I say!
I don't especially see either the Wincest or Petrellicest; I see where people get it from, but it's not my thing. 'Cest ships in general squick me a bit.
Until Drive. Wow. Those are some slashy, slashy brothers. My mental answer to "You know what would really upset Dad?" was not "Enter an illegal cross-country road race," I'll tell you that much right now. :)
I think that they weren't raised together is what's making it not quite as squicky for me. I kinda want to find some fic.
I blame you, fandom.:)
So, to expand on the parts of the show not about inappropriately flirty half-brothers, Drive
clearly, desperately wants to be the road trip version of Lost (in fact, I'm certain that the phrase "Lost on the road" was used in the pitch). It's nowhere near Lost, of course, but it's fun for what it is, and being handily scheduled in front of 24 means it'll be easy to tape.:)
I like Mal (and he's married to Fred!), obviously, and I like the Terminator-esque baddie trying to chase him down, but so far I can't stand Corinna. Can't stand. It's as if they want her to be Juliet, but instead they've written her as a walking Idiot Plot. Knock it off.
I like the brothers, as noted, and I like the astrophysicist dad, even if the daughter grates a bit. Those are the cars I'm rooting for so far.
In other news, the new job is continuing apace. There's a Dunkin Donuts close enough to walk to on my lunch break, so I've rediscovered my love for their lattes (Oh, sweet love, never leave me again). Everyone is so nice; after my last job where you got the evil eye for taking too many bathroom breaks being hounded to take a full lunch hour is taking some adjustment. I'm half-expecting to discover that the whole thing is a front for an Angel-style demonic group. And they're so nice I wouldn't mind.
*pokes fic* Y'know Jack, Faith, I really didn't expect you guys to do so much talking. Seriously, I'm glad you two are getting along and trading war stories and all, but c'mon. (I fail at writing short and sweet.)
I don't especially see either the Wincest or Petrellicest; I see where people get it from, but it's not my thing. 'Cest ships in general squick me a bit.
Until Drive. Wow. Those are some slashy, slashy brothers. My mental answer to "You know what would really upset Dad?" was not "Enter an illegal cross-country road race," I'll tell you that much right now. :)
I think that they weren't raised together is what's making it not quite as squicky for me. I kinda want to find some fic.
I blame you, fandom.:)
So, to expand on the parts of the show not about inappropriately flirty half-brothers, Drive
clearly, desperately wants to be the road trip version of Lost (in fact, I'm certain that the phrase "Lost on the road" was used in the pitch). It's nowhere near Lost, of course, but it's fun for what it is, and being handily scheduled in front of 24 means it'll be easy to tape.:)
I like Mal (and he's married to Fred!), obviously, and I like the Terminator-esque baddie trying to chase him down, but so far I can't stand Corinna. Can't stand. It's as if they want her to be Juliet, but instead they've written her as a walking Idiot Plot. Knock it off.
I like the brothers, as noted, and I like the astrophysicist dad, even if the daughter grates a bit. Those are the cars I'm rooting for so far.
In other news, the new job is continuing apace. There's a Dunkin Donuts close enough to walk to on my lunch break, so I've rediscovered my love for their lattes (Oh, sweet love, never leave me again). Everyone is so nice; after my last job where you got the evil eye for taking too many bathroom breaks being hounded to take a full lunch hour is taking some adjustment. I'm half-expecting to discover that the whole thing is a front for an Angel-style demonic group. And they're so nice I wouldn't mind.
*pokes fic* Y'know Jack, Faith, I really didn't expect you guys to do so much talking. Seriously, I'm glad you two are getting along and trading war stories and all, but c'mon. (I fail at writing short and sweet.)
