consulting-procrastinator:

My concept of a Saturday evening well spent obviously includes running around the city with a group of equally crazy fans, braving the quite heavy fall of very wet snow, and putting up posters until our fingers were numb with cold. 

Gods, this fandom is the most dedicated and insane bunch of people, but hell, we’re having fun. No matter how silly the escapade seems in hindsight. That’s what happens when you plan gatherings around the TV schedule rather than weather reports. Or seasons. We’ll have to have another one come spring, that includes less getting soaked and risking freezing your fingers off. 

But people seemed to have fun, so I declare it a success. 

Also, tomorrow I’ll finally watch Third Star. I have my doubts about it, but well, it does have Benedict. And the company promises to be most… entertaining. For my own part, I don’t think it’ll get to me. My angst-resistance is pretty damn high. But who knows? In the event that I actually break down and cry, I’ll let you know. Honest.

Now: sleep. Good night, internet. 

So I’m gonna watch Third Star tomorrow, and I think I’ll be an emotional breakdown.

(Source: onionsails)