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Am finally catching up on the latest season of Leverage, about which I have one thing to say, \o/ \o/ \o/ WHOO. Yup, that sums it up. Once I'm done I plan on moving to catch up with first Who and then Haven. I am so far behind on everything that I'm not even thinking about the new september shows.

Watching SG-1 while on the treadmill has pulled me back into a fannish headspace about that for the first time in years. And you guys? YOU GUYS. *grabs f'list by the shoulders and shakes*

I fucking love Sam/Jack as a ship. So goddamn much. I also ship Jack/Daniel, Sam/Jack/Daniel, and Jack/Teal'c (because basically I ship Jack with everyone). But if you held a gun to my head and told me I could no longer multi-ship in this verse (and why would you do that to me? god, that's so mean), I would pick Sam/Jack. I just...I love them together. I really, really do. I know entire internets have exploded with bitterness over this ship from multiple sides, but I LOVE THEM. There's this whole slow burn under the surface of a rock solid friendship thing that just gets me right in the shipping solar plexus. Like, okay, I'm not even to the point in my rewatch where either of them have admitted to FEELINGS and I'm already drawing little sparkly hearts all over them.

Specifically on my morning walk today I was watching the episode where the alien bacteria life form pinned Jack to the wall with the skewer thingie, and was spreading all over the place and whatnot. And there is that moment, oh god that moment when Sam has them amp up the oxegyn and stuff to increase the growth so it can talk to them and she knows it means Jack might die so she tells him and he's barely conscious but he grabs her hand and does this thing where he caresses it with his thumb and she just looks at him...and I swear to god I made an embarassing squeaky noise through my panting and wheezing on the treadmill and nearly fell off it, because I have bad balance to begin with and I made a flapping motion with my hands too.

I'm just saying, if my next post is from the hospital where I am in traction with multiple broken bones from falling the hell off my treadmill? You'll know why.

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And another thing about Sam/Jack (brought to you by the fact that since I can't walk slower than a snail, I've started treadmilling more than once a day because I do have the energy to do that).

The fact that it is likely Sam canonically spends at least some of her time having dirty, dirty thoughts about Jack makes every time she calls him 'sir' just a little bit hotter. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to read 'sir' as a reminder of why they can't be together (and, my rational side agrees and all, power differentials and whatever). Instead I am just sorta convinced that while most of the time 'sir' is just 'sir, I am responding to my commanding officer by the appropriate title' every now and then it coincides with those dirty, dirty thoughts and is code for something else entirely.