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sebastienneA-level results day yesterday, and my little sister, who has dealt with constant ill-health and hospitalisation and all sorts of horribleness, has nevertheless succeeded in securing a place at her first-choice university. I am very proud of her!
Still taking a much-needed break. It's been a bit of a non-stop year, all things considered, and while I wouldn't have changed it for anything it's nice to get some time to read and write and relax. Still no sign of a job or funding for next year; I should probably be starting to get worried, but in fact I am still feeling casually optimistic about the whole thing.
Responses while re-watching Terminal, the last episode of season 3 of Blake's 7:
Avon, to Tarrant, refusing to justify a mysterious change of course: "You could try trusting me."
Turning into Blake, much? I also adore how Avon has quite clearly spent his 30 hours alone on the flight deck, polishing his leathers. He is extra-shiny today. Dressed to impress.
Avon pulling a gun on Tarrant, though; smoulderingly hot and also a demonstration of just how Avon is failing to fully be Blake. Avon has to use a gun where Blake would just have used the force of his personality..
And now Avon has put on *even more layers* of leather and studs, and those ludicrous gloves he stole from Colin Baker. Like some sort of pearly fetish queen and with the beginnings of his season-4 quiff, he is finally ready to meet Blake.
"Sentiment breeds weakness, let it get a hold of you and you are dead." No wonder Avon looks like a walking corpse with stupid shoulder pads when he teleports down to the surface of Terminal.
Oh look, this computer-readout can't use apostrophes any more than the show's creators can! I wonder if there just are no apostrophes in the future? And whether such an eventuality was the cause of our eventual evolution into men-in-gorilla-suits?
The way that Avon says "Blake", the first time for a season, probably, rolling it around his mouth like he might have forgotten how, his brow creasing as if just saying the word causes him pain. The blank look and the tiny smile, so reminiscent of a look he will give in a season's time.
"Your simple-minded certainties might have been.. refreshing." Oh, Avon. What you mean is, you were lost without him telling you what to do... was this all created by Servalan? Does she really understand their relationship this well? How much of it has she seen? Or was it exactly what Avon would have wanted it to be.. right up to "Careful, Avon, your sentiment is showing?" - thus "It's your imagination" actually means it's Avon's imagination - there is no real Blake to make the assumption!
Servalan: "Of course, it had nothing to do with not wanting to share Blake... 's mysterious discovery." (they share a giggle, the first of Avon's true psychotic smiles, as he realises that she knows) She knows, she knows! And I don't know how! Is Servalan a fangirl?
And that after all this, all the times he said that all he wanted was the Liberator, was freedom from Blake - here he is, sending away the Liberator, and his freedom, to stay here near Blake. And his admission that he had "often thought" his death and Blake's would be linked - is that the kind of thing that one thinks about, really? Or has he spent the last season imagining blazes of glory that might never be? There's no way out of this for Avon, now. The best he can hope for is to die in stupid noble gryffindor style at Blake's side. The very best possible end that Avon can conceptualise. Better than dumping the rest of the crew and running off with the Liberator. To die with and for a man he's not even sure he believes in.
No, no, the look on his face when Servalan tells him that Blake is dead! It's actual emotion! Avon, you can't show actual emotion, but you are, ohgod. Tarrant: "Let it go, Avon". What's that, Tarrant? The last shreds of his sanity? Yes, I rather think that he is about to let them go.. As Servalan's parting blow is to tell Avon that he was right about human nature all along! Blake's relentless optimism that the human race is on the way to revolution, civilisation, freedom beauty truth and love, the credo that Avon fought but not entirely succesfully; proven wrong. Avon's pessimistic starting position that people are animals, self-serving, not to be trusted; Darwin proves him right.
In the end: "We all came out losers". And Avon smiles again.
Still taking a much-needed break. It's been a bit of a non-stop year, all things considered, and while I wouldn't have changed it for anything it's nice to get some time to read and write and relax. Still no sign of a job or funding for next year; I should probably be starting to get worried, but in fact I am still feeling casually optimistic about the whole thing.
Responses while re-watching Terminal, the last episode of season 3 of Blake's 7:
Avon, to Tarrant, refusing to justify a mysterious change of course: "You could try trusting me."
Turning into Blake, much? I also adore how Avon has quite clearly spent his 30 hours alone on the flight deck, polishing his leathers. He is extra-shiny today. Dressed to impress.
Avon pulling a gun on Tarrant, though; smoulderingly hot and also a demonstration of just how Avon is failing to fully be Blake. Avon has to use a gun where Blake would just have used the force of his personality..
And now Avon has put on *even more layers* of leather and studs, and those ludicrous gloves he stole from Colin Baker. Like some sort of pearly fetish queen and with the beginnings of his season-4 quiff, he is finally ready to meet Blake.
"Sentiment breeds weakness, let it get a hold of you and you are dead." No wonder Avon looks like a walking corpse with stupid shoulder pads when he teleports down to the surface of Terminal.
Oh look, this computer-readout can't use apostrophes any more than the show's creators can! I wonder if there just are no apostrophes in the future? And whether such an eventuality was the cause of our eventual evolution into men-in-gorilla-suits?
The way that Avon says "Blake", the first time for a season, probably, rolling it around his mouth like he might have forgotten how, his brow creasing as if just saying the word causes him pain. The blank look and the tiny smile, so reminiscent of a look he will give in a season's time.
"Your simple-minded certainties might have been.. refreshing." Oh, Avon. What you mean is, you were lost without him telling you what to do... was this all created by Servalan? Does she really understand their relationship this well? How much of it has she seen? Or was it exactly what Avon would have wanted it to be.. right up to "Careful, Avon, your sentiment is showing?" - thus "It's your imagination" actually means it's Avon's imagination - there is no real Blake to make the assumption!
Servalan: "Of course, it had nothing to do with not wanting to share Blake... 's mysterious discovery." (they share a giggle, the first of Avon's true psychotic smiles, as he realises that she knows) She knows, she knows! And I don't know how! Is Servalan a fangirl?
And that after all this, all the times he said that all he wanted was the Liberator, was freedom from Blake - here he is, sending away the Liberator, and his freedom, to stay here near Blake. And his admission that he had "often thought" his death and Blake's would be linked - is that the kind of thing that one thinks about, really? Or has he spent the last season imagining blazes of glory that might never be? There's no way out of this for Avon, now. The best he can hope for is to die in stupid noble gryffindor style at Blake's side. The very best possible end that Avon can conceptualise. Better than dumping the rest of the crew and running off with the Liberator. To die with and for a man he's not even sure he believes in.
No, no, the look on his face when Servalan tells him that Blake is dead! It's actual emotion! Avon, you can't show actual emotion, but you are, ohgod. Tarrant: "Let it go, Avon". What's that, Tarrant? The last shreds of his sanity? Yes, I rather think that he is about to let them go.. As Servalan's parting blow is to tell Avon that he was right about human nature all along! Blake's relentless optimism that the human race is on the way to revolution, civilisation, freedom beauty truth and love, the credo that Avon fought but not entirely succesfully; proven wrong. Avon's pessimistic starting position that people are animals, self-serving, not to be trusted; Darwin proves him right.
In the end: "We all came out losers". And Avon smiles again.
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