my happy is a cuddly and pornographic apolcalypse

On a topic completely unrelated to any current or near-current past events, it just occurred to me while pondering my reading is that Merlin has a very low proportion of uberangst. I mean, there is angst, but not like, the kind where you leave a story wanting to slit your own wrists in the bathtub afterward because, woe, the world is dark and all is doomed to love and despair, and even brownies soaked in chocolate fudge isn't going to help this.

...granted, this is because our (multiple) source ending is angsty as anything, so really, we're rebels and totally subverting the paradigm to synergize a new and exciting appropriation of the end game. I would like to encourage continuation of this trend.

I'd like to know if you are impressed with that sentence, too. I learned those words recently at an office meeting. I also learned you can't will yourself to death no matter how long you hold your breath. Odd, that.

Comments

[seperis.livejournal.com]

I've seen amnesia and I've seen hooker.

....there's something unholy about them together, isn't there?

[janne-d.livejournal.com]

Unholy as a satanist painting an upside-down cross in blood and reciting the Lord's Prayer backwards.

Um. Which is very unholy.

Amnesia and hooker should be an either/or proposition. The combination generally leads to badness and hands over the eyes while I backbutton in horror. (I'm sure there are some writers who can make it work, but I generally get put off by any hint of it in the summary these days.)