Living so far from his family's homeland of the northern tundra, Hock always found an excuse to share his grandmother's recipe for boar butter tea with friends. It was always a hit with denizens of the deep woods (they never ate enough butter).
imagine being like. oh my god i love them. they were my first otp. the first smut fic I read was about them. I was 13 and I shipped them like craaazyyyy
FINALLY I managed to go through the pictures and videos. No idea how to summarise this briefly.
(Rewatching the videos I noticed how he puts Valery's suit jacket back on properly, which the overworked scientist is constantly losing.)
Hamlet was great, and what was EVEN more amazing was that the dear Jared Harris took the time to meet the two mini plush versions of himself and Stellan Skarsgรฅrd. He asked if he could take pictures of the two of them to send to Stellan.
AND WANTED THEM TO SMOOCH IN THESE PICTURES. IT WASN'T ME I SWEAR.
He was really delighted to see them (and Valery's tooth gap) and I was happy that he was happy!
I also spontaneously had a couple of copies of my tattoo templates printed in Stratford to ask for his autograph. And when he saw them, he asked if he could take the extra prints with him. OF COURSE.
He was so patient and lovely, I'm always afraid of being overbearing and imposing with my random Chernobyl plushies after a hard day's work, but Jared Harris was incredibly kind and patient! A very nice experience! <3
We also met so many amazing The Terror fans and had a great debrief in a bar where the barkeeper asked for an ID for the plush boys.
Thank you so much @elenatria and @stellan-pip-69 for filming so I have a nice extra memory of it. :)