It’s the Little Things

The Battle of the Five Armies promo blitz is upon us.

Are we having fun yet?

me, browsing my Twitter timeline

Promotional Tours have trouble holding my attention. I absorb things at a much slower pace. I’d rather click on something out of genuine curiosity than obligation. When things are thrown at me all at once, it just becomes too much. I like seeing the different clothes Richard turns up in and I enjoy reading/viewing the various interviews but I need to do it on my own time frame.

he likes colorful socks…Oof! *gets taken down by furry Emu*

This is not to say that I don’t fangirl, that I don’t get excited about things. the things I prefer are just slightly lower-key. This summer when a performance of The Crucible was cancelled and Richard unexpectedly showed up to converse with fans, casually dressed in a baseball cap

and jeans that made his legs look miles long

I had a meltdown! I was seriously excited, like Beatle Mania kind of excited. over a hat.

and even though the stories that came pouring in about how affecting John Proctor was in his intensity made me puff up with well-wishing pride, Gary Morris(I know it’s “Fuller” but I like Morris better) in his starched slacks entranced me so much that I found myself willingly attending a Tornado flick. My family suspects Voodoo Magic, it’s the only reasonable explanation.

“I’m nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream”

My approach to photoshoots are similar. An overall image may grab my attention initially but it’s the little things in them that will really cement a photo into my consciousness.

those veins in the hand

the blue LV sweater is a prime example. I never recoiled from it like so many others did but I could take it or leave it. as it became a more familiar sight though, I found myself really drawn in by it. Richard in that sweater conveys a strong sense of virility: the contrast of the heavy sweater against the forearms, the bulk it adds to his commanding stride, the touch of whimsy it stands against in the superhero tone.

love that expression!

As the BOTFA promos and premieres continue, I will be reading spoilers and I will be sighing over suits

and I will be perusing the interviews in hopes that my RA will make an appearance:

TPS: were you required to wear any prosthetics? you have a sizable nose in the films

RA: umm…that’s actually my nose

TPS: oh, is it

RA: no, I’m kidding! I’m joking!

TPS: oh, God [… ] I nearly sank through the floor

but all in moderation. after it’s all said and done I’ll go back and savor all the things that I missed, spread them out over the dry months ahead. RichardArmitageCentral and RichardArmitageNet make this very easy and convenient. BIG THANKS go out to the special people who collect and archive for these sites so brilliantly ❤

if Richard shows up in the funky button jeans though, I will not be held responsible for my actions.

decorum? what decorum?

*interview excerpt from audio of The Picture Show interview on Irish Radio.

Scotland the Brave

I’ll be headed off to Scotland in a few days.

I’m excited but also a bit nervous too. I’ve never been overseas before. I’ve never even been out of my own country before. Well, that’s not technically true. I did cross over into Canada once, on a school trip. It was very educational. I learned that….well…umm…I learned that I’m very good at stalking–I followed my crush around, unseen, practically the whole time; I learned that I value my sleep–two of my roommates stayed up the whole night singing Biz Markie’s “he’s just a friend” at the top of their lungs. I threw the bedside bible at them. it’s what Jesus would have done too, trust me; and I learned that the walkways around Niagara Falls are very slick on cold April mornings–did I mention that was the one moment my crush chose to notice me? Ugh.

I never thought I’d actually find a use for this!

Everyone I talk to tells me I will have a wonderful time in Scotland, that it will be a trip worth remembering. I’m choosing to believe them. I hope they don’t let me down! I fell in love with Scotland, from afar, a little over 15 years ago. for the history, the scenery, and just the magical of another time quality of the place.

 

if Margaret tries to follow me back to the hotel with a pity basket, I’ll gladly accept. this trip is expensive!

and in just a few days time I will be there,

for REAL!

Hopefully I’ll have all kinds of fun things to tell you when I come back.

In the meantime:

That man is so wise