I just loved S3...loved the imperfections and mistakes and scaredy-cat omissions and all the very human things that took big, bloody chunks out of their trust and their friendship and their future. I mean, it hurts like fuck, but it's interesting. Compelling, even.
It took me until sometime in the middle of S2 to really get over the wistful notion that there might be some overt homoeroticism between Clark and Lex onscreen at some point (a kiss, basically, with some visible tongue, since TW seems enthusiastic about tongue), and I've been pretty much pro-Rift ever since. If they're not going to fuck for me, then they need to let out that passion somehow, right? Suddenly, every bit of Clexiness is a thousand times better and hotter...but I can also enjoy the chemistry where it happens, such as with that saucy little tart, Alicia, who lit it up with Clark.
Also, that they fuck in my head ALL THE TIME maybe makes it easier to cope with the lack of onscreen Clexiness.
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Date: 2004-05-23 07:24 pm (UTC)It took me until sometime in the middle of S2 to really get over the wistful notion that there might be some overt homoeroticism between Clark and Lex onscreen at some point (a kiss, basically, with some visible tongue, since TW seems enthusiastic about tongue), and I've been pretty much pro-Rift ever since. If they're not going to fuck for me, then they need to let out that passion somehow, right? Suddenly, every bit of Clexiness is a thousand times better and hotter...but I can also enjoy the chemistry where it happens, such as with that saucy little tart, Alicia, who lit it up with Clark.
Also, that they fuck in my head ALL THE TIME maybe makes it easier to cope with the lack of onscreen Clexiness.