Hello, fellow keysmashers.
Heidi here. This is probably going to be my last post for awhile. You can still enjoy my delightful wit *snorts* on the OT5’s group posts, but I’m taking a break from writing individual posts. I entered fandom as a commenter on a blog, and I stuck around fandom as a reader and a writer and a reblogger. I am and will always be a fanperson, but I’m not really involved much in any fandoms right now so I just don’t find myself with a lot to say. I’ll still be on Twitter (probably) and Tumblr (definitely), so you’re not totally rid of me.
Anyway, it’s been a rough week for me. Very rough. Staring blankly into the abyss and wondering how I’m supposed to deal with being a human being and living a human life rough. So, for my last post, I’m building a blanket fort. Join me? Tyler Hoechlin and J.R. Bourne will be there.
Wolf Moon Con in Madrid happened two weekends ago, and I still haven’t recovered, because new videos keep surfacing of J.R. making innuendo and talking about gay porn and Hoechlin being all embarrassed and good-natured.
And there was THIS video of them imitating each other. I have watched this more times than I care to admit. Warning: It’s a LOT.
Not to be outdone, The Maze Runner came out on September 19. (It’s awesome, btw. Go see it.) The cast has been doing a ton of press for it, but I’m one of those people who can’t watch a lot of press before I see something, so catching up has been a bit overwhelming for me. I’ve lost hours of this week curled up in the fetal position crying, but I’ve lost just as many hours to Youtube spirals where I watch interview after interview. This one actually made me cry.
To make matters worse, Dylan O’Brien has been refusing to shave and sporting a patchy, scruffy beard, and it’s killing me softly. He looks like he just rolled out of bed and absolutely doesn’t give a fuck and I don’t know if I want him or want to be him. I went through about 100 pages of someone’s Dylan O’Brien tag on Tumblr the other night. It was light outside when I started and suddenly I had to get up and go to work in four hours. IDEK.
Oh, oh, and Elle Magazine had to go and do THIS. (I’m using this as my lock screen on my phone. Because pain.)
Not to be outdone, my favorite human being on the planet, Jeff Tweedy, released an album under the band name “Tweedy” last week. His son plays drums in the band, and the two of them have been doing press for it together, and it’s just…they are perfection to me. Watch the interview and watch them play “Low Key.”
Oh! And watch their tiny desk concert from NPR. I’ve watched it approximately 392082 times already.
Then this Saturday Chris Pratt had to go and host SNL in what was the only episode I’ve seen in years where I cracked up during every single sketch.
And Aidy Bryant steals every sketch she’s in. Including this commercial for Cialis Turnt. Remember, if you’re turnt for more than six hours, you’re legally Lil Wayne.
And it wouldn’t be Heidi’s blanket fort of feels without Bucky Barnes. I may or may not have read Ed Brubaker’s Captain America: Winter Soldier collection this week during my daily commute. (Wear business casual attire and read comic books on the subway sometime. People look at you very curiously.)
The damage that Bucky has experienced, and Steve’s faith that there is something left inside of Bucky that was once his best friend–the pain this all causes me is too much.
So come inside my blanket fort? I’ll be the one curled up in the fetal position listening to Wilco and eating Girl Scout cookies that have been in my freezer for four months, because I cannot shake the idea that everything in the world is arbitrary and meaningless and I’ll never have someone who has as much faith in me as Steve Rogers has in the burnt out shell of a human that was once Bucky Barnes. 😀