I am crying about Fringe

Oh my god Fringe, I called it way at the beginning of course, but STILL. Peter's FACE and then that HUG and I'm just so WORRIED and where is OLIVIA. Oh my GOD.

Later:

I may have fallen asleep in the cave with my lights on. Ok, I did, and now it's 4:40 and I don't want to get up and get in bed but I totally should because my back is going to hurt tomorrow if I continue to sleep like this.

Benedict Cumberbatch plays the most tragic of roles.

Although, possibly the most tragic part of him as Van Gogh is that beard. What is that Benny? It's scary, that's what that is.

No, but Third Star and Hawking and Inseparable and Sherlock and Van Gogh Painted with Words (even to some extent Stuart, A Life Backwards.) All of the sads, also all the awards.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is not tragic for Benny, however he does have a good cry in it that breaks the heart.

I am not insane

I don't know what is more insane though, the places Hogan's Heroes decides to put the laugh track, or me talking to it, telling it that nothing funny has happened. It will be like, Carter throws a radio into the truck, *laugh laugh laugh*, we see Kinch throw a radio outside the fence, *laugh laugh laugh*. It's not like we don't know what they're doing, they're following a brilliant, but apparently funny plan.

It is a great show though.

How many Tumblr tabs am I allowed to have open?

Because everytime I refresh and there's nothing new I tend to hit command+T and hit my tumblr bookmark, meaning I always have at least 3 tumblr tabs open before I realise it and close the extra ones.

I'm watching Third Star and it's so sad and happy and sad and Benedict Cumberbatch and fireworks and third star to the right and straight on till morning and sad. That doesn't really explain what it is at all, but I've never been good at explanations for things I'm emotional about. Go ahead, ask me what happens in Supernatural. (THE ANGELS ARE BASTARDS AND THE GODDAMN LEVIATHANS AND THEY JUST WANT TO BE A FAMILY AND BOBBBYYYYYYY.) Or, or, ask me how Sherlock ended. (WEEEEEEEEEEEEP, HE SAID THE CALL WAS HIS NOTE AND JOHN'S FACE AND HE JUST WANTED HIM TO STOP IT AND THEN HE WAS A JERK THREE YEARRSSSSSSS.)

OH GOD, JUST WAIT TILL THIS IS OVER, HE'S MAKING THE "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" SPEECH AND OH GOD BENEDICT.

It's so weird that Benedict is a ginger but he dyes his hair for most of his roles, or maybe for most of his life. I don't know.



Edit later:

I FUCKING FINISHED THE GODDAMN MOVIE AND I  WATCHED THE ENTIRE CREDITS AND HAD A LONG CRY AND ALL THE SADS. Now I'm watching the sixth and final section of Pride and Prejudice, the one with Colin Firth of course. It's going to cheer me up. Or I'm going to fling myself off this bed in a fit of hysteria.

I Know the Difference Between Real Life and Television

Look at that face. Do you see those emotions? DO YOU?

I just DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Sherlock is so great and then it TEARS MY SOUL OUT AND SHREDS IT TO MINISCULE PIECES AND THROWS IT AROUND LIKE GRAFFITI.

Ok, I'm going to bed.

Really, I am.

I will never stop being emotional about Sherlock though. You can't make me.