So I finished devouring the first new season of Doctor Who a couple weeks ago. It won't let go.
"Sha-la-la-la-la-la my oh my.......look like da boy too shy, ain't gonna...kiss da girl!!" **
Boy am I glad I was wrong. About that, at least.
I cried...the last episode was tragic and trod my heart into the dust as it has never been by any TV, ever, and I need a boyfriend, yes, maybe. And I cursed everything that had stopped Eccleston from doing season 2 even after I knew that was pointless and nonsensical and also wrong. Because it ended inevitably, unerringly, dramatically spot on. Oh, cruel. But spot on perfect.
My heart still aches, though. This is that kind of shocking wound. And this scary LJ portal of fandom is the only way I know to get the healing/numbing process thoroughly under way. Okay, I'm a liar; I should NOT be coming back to LJ, I have epic reasons why not, so it is only fitting that an epic reason brings me back. My stay will be finite. During my tenure I will pester you all with squees, raptures over your fanfic, maudlin odes to a season of a show that most have put behind them rather successfully...and maybe my own fic. Hoo boy.
Anyone wanna slap me yet?
There's more where that came from.
**(you know you remember it. I am unashamed. Long live singing crustaceans.)
Boy am I glad I was wrong. About that, at least.
I cried...the last episode was tragic and trod my heart into the dust as it has never been by any TV, ever, and I need a boyfriend, yes, maybe. And I cursed everything that had stopped Eccleston from doing season 2 even after I knew that was pointless and nonsensical and also wrong. Because it ended inevitably, unerringly, dramatically spot on. Oh, cruel. But spot on perfect.
My heart still aches, though. This is that kind of shocking wound. And this scary LJ portal of fandom is the only way I know to get the healing/numbing process thoroughly under way. Okay, I'm a liar; I should NOT be coming back to LJ, I have epic reasons why not, so it is only fitting that an epic reason brings me back. My stay will be finite. During my tenure I will pester you all with squees, raptures over your fanfic, maudlin odes to a season of a show that most have put behind them rather successfully...and maybe my own fic. Hoo boy.
Anyone wanna slap me yet?
There's more where that came from.
**(you know you remember it. I am unashamed. Long live singing crustaceans.)