no seriously, let's do this
Well, fuck it. Between Bones, hipster Who, and anything else I can think of - I'm quitting fandom and we're getting a shore house.
Got it? A PROPER SHORE HOUSE. Where you can walk to Wawa and everything. Where dudes pump your gas for you, and you have to have beach tags so you can chill with the tons of Staten Island kids who blast Z100 on their radios, and everyone is ~tan and there's boardwalk selling fudge and salt water taffy and awkwardly offensive pun t-shirts.
First rule of Fandom Shore House? No one hates in Fandom Shore House. That means no deciding Booth's girlfriend needs a derisive name, and that no one Says what they're Saying about this week's Doctor Who. All right? Mondays are Lawyers night (SORRY. PROBABLY TONS MORE IMPORTANT STUFF, BUT WHATEVS); Tuesday is Lost. Wednesday is a toss-up/join us on the balcony for Canadian Bones. THURSDAY IS JUST EPIC. Friday is Ashes to Ashes; Saturday is Doctor Who. On Sunday, we all have a delicious brunch + cocktails, and then everything starts over.
Everyone who doesn't want to play - everyone who wants to complain that I shouldn't go into the ocean at 2am and/or enjoy anything ever - can move their asses to god damn Wildwood or Seaside or wherever else there's a situation or something. You should go live inside Lucy the Elephant. She smells.
Got it? A PROPER SHORE HOUSE. Where you can walk to Wawa and everything. Where dudes pump your gas for you, and you have to have beach tags so you can chill with the tons of Staten Island kids who blast Z100 on their radios, and everyone is ~tan and there's boardwalk selling fudge and salt water taffy and awkwardly offensive pun t-shirts.
First rule of Fandom Shore House? No one hates in Fandom Shore House. That means no deciding Booth's girlfriend needs a derisive name, and that no one Says what they're Saying about this week's Doctor Who. All right? Mondays are Lawyers night (SORRY. PROBABLY TONS MORE IMPORTANT STUFF, BUT WHATEVS); Tuesday is Lost. Wednesday is a toss-up/join us on the balcony for Canadian Bones. THURSDAY IS JUST EPIC. Friday is Ashes to Ashes; Saturday is Doctor Who. On Sunday, we all have a delicious brunch + cocktails, and then everything starts over.
Everyone who doesn't want to play - everyone who wants to complain that I shouldn't go into the ocean at 2am and/or enjoy anything ever - can move their asses to god damn Wildwood or Seaside or wherever else there's a situation or something. You should go live inside Lucy the Elephant. She smells.