With apologies to listies who don't want to think about this.

So, I was squeeing to my same-age female co-worker yesterday about the TV shows I've been watching (and may, incidentally, have convinced her that a) Starsky & Hutch was the gayest thing on TV til Queer as Folk and b) she therefore needs to watch it) and was surprised to find she'd never even heard of Man From U.N.C.L.E., so I was trying to figure out why I'd heard of it...

And I realized that it came pretty much entirely from reading bios of Lois McMaster Bujold, who watched it as a young teen and had such a thing for Illya Kuryakin that he inspired the character of Simon Illyan (who I, naturally, adore - maybe Blondo should get a Simon in his name, too? Hmmm.) and...

Okay, at the point I was thinking about this I was half-asleep on the couch, so it was just one of those trains of thought that just... goes.

Simon = Illya.
Mmmm. Illya. Illya and Napoleon.
Who was telling me Lois had to be a slasher at heart to write Ethan?
Illya. Simon. Slash. Hmmmm. Who's Napoleon?
Brunette, kinda stocky, not hugely tall, compelling eyes...
Aral.
OMG Aral/Simon

I doubt that's as much a revelation to anyone else as it is to me, because now that I think about it, it's dead obvious. Not as a love thing, but as a sex thing? Wow. Yes. During the period where Simon was playing watchdog, following Aral everywhere - a soldier but not under his command, an adversary from his own side, a friend - trying to get a handle on him for the Emperor, who doubtless already knew all about Aral's proclivities and stuck this pretty blond soldier-boy in his lap...

I'm just saying. I need to go reread Shards now.

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My guys heard me! They showed up for this game, they played hockey like they can play it, and they beat the Preds 4-1, so ha!

In other squee-inducing news, I rewatched some of "Death Ride" and finally caught the "me and thee" line (it helps to not have a seriously tipsy Iulia watching alongside), and then we watched "A Coffin for Starsky" and OMG only dogs can hear me now.

If this were a cowboy movie, I'd give you my boots... You're my pal, Hutch. And then he puts out his hand, and Hutch takes it, and all the time Starsky is playing with this blue plush toy that looks like a poodle or something, and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The sweating! The embraces! The soothing murmurs and rambling about bad soup! The total absence of manly weeping and "soapy scenes"! Hutch's long last look before he goes out and gets the goddamn job done!

Man, I can go to bed happy now. All my boys are in good places.