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And I managed to be spectacularly uninterested in the plot, even for me. But I think I just exploded from squee.

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ikeeptrying
Feb. 2nd, 2011 07:44 am (UTC)
Ok I'm not even a shipper, and I squeed from the adorableness.
sefkhet
Feb. 2nd, 2011 08:22 am (UTC)
I swear, people in Outer Mongolia heard me.

Because... I have not brought my life partner to this really quite momentous event and the BBC have not seen fit to establish if we're even still together after that enormous meltdown we had the other week. Harry, what about a picture of you and me and my MBE, and then we can stroll down Birdcage Walk with our arms around each other. Say, have I told you lately that you're irreplaceable?

Oh, Silent Witness. You give me a series that is nine hours and fifty seven minutes of mostly terribleness, and then you DO THAT and suck me right back in.
ikeeptrying
Feb. 2nd, 2011 09:22 am (UTC)
"Because... I have not brought my life partner to this really quite momentous event and the BBC have not seen fit to establish if we're even still together after that enormous meltdown we had the other week. Harry, what about a picture of you and me and my MBE, and then we can stroll down Birdcage Walk with our arms around each other. Say, have I told you lately that you're irreplaceable?" YES.
ziferuss
Feb. 2nd, 2011 11:10 am (UTC)
They're so cuddly. And also, my dad, who is my SW watching partner though he knows nothing of my Harry/Leo affection and, despite being charmingly open-minded for a child of the 40s, is not in any way a slasher, asked me if Harry was having problems walking in a straight line because even when he wasn't touching him he was leaning into him so much! Adorable!
sefkhet
Feb. 2nd, 2011 12:45 pm (UTC)
It was RIDICULOUSLY old married couple and I want Leo to have that picture on his desk in the next series. I also want to figure out how to rip those three minutes of adorableness to my iPod, as it is the most adorable they have ever been ever.

*still squeeing*
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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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