In the spirit of "this tastes terrible—YOU try it!" I offer to my beloved followers this s8 vid, which has the emotional wallop, by my rough estimate, of about four reasonably strong daiquiris if drunk in quick succession. WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE SEASON GR8 //weeps feebly// (Today's earth-shattering realization: network media really is only capable of churning out utter banal mass-produced written-by-committee rubbish, which occasionally has an accidental blindingly great moment in the same way in which a gabillion typing monkeys might eventually reproduce my Twitter timeline ; but the ways in which YOU lot, you unpaid devoted disciplined gifted artists, routinely transform corporate sow's ears into purses of pure mythological-narrative silk? That's everything. Fandom is forever. That's where it looks from where I'm sitting right now.) (Or more accurately lying, since I've been in mind-buckling pain all day, to which you might attribute the extra-pedestrian nature of this comment.)
