So yesterday I went to the screening of The Tempest for the second time. ‘Cause it brings me great joy and, you know. Colin Morgan.
And at some point it struck me that I was sitting there brimming with pride and affection of almost motherlike fashion. And it’s more than a bit weird, right? Because at the gist of it there is some guy you don’t know, living half across the world from you, and the odds are you’ll never meet him except maybe for five seconds to take a photo and an autograph. And yet here you are all proud at that guy’s accomplishments because you feel like you’ve been here from nearly very start, since that goddamn Doctor Who episode, you’ve suffered through all the heartache that was Merlin and etc., and you’ve been rooting for this guy for all this time, and now he is in The Globe and his face is on the main poster of an entire season of TheatreHD screenings, and you are sitting here all like “aw, our baby is all grown up” and “damn, boy”.
And all that fangirling might be weird, but it’s also very human, and Colin Goddamn Morgan can break your heart simply blinking on camera, and I still cry when I see Merlin on my dash even if I’ve never finished the show, and I’m thinking of going to see The Tempest for a third time the next season, what is my life.