I think the only reason I would ever want a twitter account is so that I don't waste my reading list's time on superb insights like:
There are 30,000 words of James/The Stig rpf on the archive; be back later.
An annoying amount of Top Gear rpf on the archive is locked.
It's a good thing Yuletide signups are closed, because this is the only fandom that MIGHT have lured me in. And only if I could write about The Stig.
Also, and not related to my Top Gear marathon, Matt Smith stayed at the swanky resort in the tiny town of my childhood. I just about died when he was talking about it on Late Late Show. I have never more wished I still lived there. He could come to Portland, and I would be okay with that.
There are very few celebrities that I get fluttery over, but he is certainly near the top of that list these days. In fact, all my favorite celebrities are British or from the UK. >:/ Stupid oceans, getting in the way of true love.
One day, Bradley James, you will be mine.
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