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nonelvisFandom has been making me a little cranky lately. Doctor Who has never been a perfect show, and there have been good and bad things about this most recent series.
But sometimes, you just want to spend time in a bubble of squee and think about the hard stuff later. And today, with the finale airing, I feel like squeeing.
My reaction: I have not seen such a glorious mess since TPO/TBB, and I loved every minute of it. I literally squeed (yes, I'll admit it) at the reveal of how the Doctor survived, and apparently loud enough to startle![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
columbina, who came downstairs to check to make sure everything was fine. "It's okay," I said. "Steven Moffat is a fucking genius."
One of the things I loved most about this episode was the way it was crammed full with beautiful eye candy: trains cutting through the Gherkin and the pyramids; hot-air balloon-cars; Amy's drawings. And could Karen Gillan have been more gorgeous in this episode? I don't know how.
But really, all I wanted was to be entertained, and I was, ridiculously so, for forty-five minutes. I realize this isn't a deeply considered reaction, but you know what? I'm going to do that later.
Anyway, as part of the official squee facilitation process, I made cupcakes. Pretty cupcakes. Vegan cupcakes, because why not?
They're Post-Punk Kitchen's vanilla bean cupcakes filled with vegan lemon curd and frosted with vegan buttercream in a festive mix of white and pink with silver and pink sugar sprinkles, because how can you have a squeeful cupcake without sprinkles? Okay, I suppose maybe all cupcakes are squeeful, but sprinkles add that little bit of extra squee.
Hmm, the word "squee" is starting to look funny. But who cares? I HAVE CUPCAKES. And anyone who wants to join me in the squee bubble is welcome to share.
But sometimes, you just want to spend time in a bubble of squee and think about the hard stuff later. And today, with the finale airing, I feel like squeeing.
My reaction: I have not seen such a glorious mess since TPO/TBB, and I loved every minute of it. I literally squeed (yes, I'll admit it) at the reveal of how the Doctor survived, and apparently loud enough to startle
columbina, who came downstairs to check to make sure everything was fine. "It's okay," I said. "Steven Moffat is a fucking genius."One of the things I loved most about this episode was the way it was crammed full with beautiful eye candy: trains cutting through the Gherkin and the pyramids; hot-air balloon-cars; Amy's drawings. And could Karen Gillan have been more gorgeous in this episode? I don't know how.
But really, all I wanted was to be entertained, and I was, ridiculously so, for forty-five minutes. I realize this isn't a deeply considered reaction, but you know what? I'm going to do that later.
Anyway, as part of the official squee facilitation process, I made cupcakes. Pretty cupcakes. Vegan cupcakes, because why not?
They're Post-Punk Kitchen's vanilla bean cupcakes filled with vegan lemon curd and frosted with vegan buttercream in a festive mix of white and pink with silver and pink sugar sprinkles, because how can you have a squeeful cupcake without sprinkles? Okay, I suppose maybe all cupcakes are squeeful, but sprinkles add that little bit of extra squee.
Hmm, the word "squee" is starting to look funny. But who cares? I HAVE CUPCAKES. And anyone who wants to join me in the squee bubble is welcome to share.