Entry tags:
- christmas is coming,
- delicious cake,
- first time nerves,
- geeking the flip out,
- hope people bother to show up,
- hurr hurr noods,
- i like making up tags more than i like w,
- meet-up,
- mycrofting across the universe,
- not a fic,
- out in the colonies,
- so yeah,
- sulking at a fic,
- the daystar it burns,
- we built this empire on tea and scones,
- wish i was flatting
Oh. I don't know how I feel.
Is it weird and shallow that part of my blah about the whole thing is knowing that the hair is a wig? I've got a pout on about it, which is completely mad. It looks basically the same. You couldn't even tell in the promo short, the only reason I found was because I caught the acceptance vid thingy he did for said GQ piece. Not that it should bother me. For the most part it really doesn't. Because it's such a ridiculous small thing. I'm being a twat. I know I'm being a twat.
Maybe it's displacement for all my ~feelings~ about it maybe being a bit crap. What if it's a bit crap? What if it doesn't live up to the hype (and oh god there is So Much Hype I am a little scared)? Fandom will implode, Tumblr will melt, and there will be so many fixit fics. I dunno. I have feelings.
I think part of me doesn't want to know what happens next. Just leave John crouched by a cubicle, leave Sherlock staring down the gun. But then, I recognise that the fandom needs more canon to work from, we can't survive on crack and smut alone, but... I dunno. I dunno what I want.
I dunno, it's late, I'm wierd. Sherlock will happen soon I suppose it'll be interesting.