Had a lovely time in Quebec - skied, snowshoed, cross-country skied (going down hills was hilarious; not being able to parallel or even snowplow made even the slightest incline absolutely terrifying), wrote huge amounts, and... Um. Yes.
First incoherent fangirl thought: ASLJFLAKSJDLKAJSL:AKJSD:LKAJS:LAKJ S:LAKSDLKA TRAILER!
Second slightly more coherent fangirl thought: VEXEN YOU AND YOUR BULGY EYES. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. (Although my inner Vexen's cool, crisp, British-type voice does not approve of this nasal person they got for him. At all. BLOW YOUR NOSE STUPID.)
Third kind of coherent fangirl thought: Zexion, why aren't you black and responsible for the Starship Enterprise's engineering section?! (If anyone gets how many universes I just mushed together right there they win a cookie). And also Zexion's Book of Pressed Fairies (possibly Lady Zexion's Book of Pressed Fairies, because petticoats make me laugh so hard I cry). And and and. And Marluxia is James Bond only more awesome and LIKE HELL he's effeminate and frilly and stupid; he has pink hair because he's a the MANLIEST MAN you've ever fucking SEEN and he will CUT YOU. YES. YES YES YES.
Wow. Okay. I'm done now. Except for the heart palpitations.
Wurrrrrrr.