(spoiler alert: not my real last name)

An erudite and heroic philosopher of rare and learned wisdom.

Also a dragon.

So I’m watching Batman: Under the Red Hood (AND I ENTIRELY BLAME BRANDON) which is apparently going to give me strong Jason Todd feelings.

Thus far, all it’s done is enhance my Dick Grayson/Nightwing feelings.

WE SHALL SEE WHAT HAPPENS I guess.

You will never convince me that the EMH version of Secret Invasion wouldn’t have been better with Deadpool.

Nope.

The only bad thing about watching Castle NOW is that I already know some spoiler-y stuff from watching interviews Nathan Fillion has done and such.

Ok so I’m barely 5 minutes in and I’ve already determined that I want Nathan Fillion to be my dad. 

I guess more appropriately, I want Richard Castle to be my dad? 

Whatever, either works.

Ok, I can’t deal with any more sitcoms.

I finished watching season 1 of 2 Broke Girls (which was the height of this tirade), then New Girl, then I started on Suburgatory (BECAUSE ALAN TUDYK, OK? I CAN FEEL YOU JUDGING ME).

But no more. I cannot deal.

So now, for the first time, I am going to try and watch Castle. Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.

Fuck you, Dollhouse.

I let myself be lulled into a false sense of security, FOOLISHLY.

I knew who the showrunner was.

I knew my heart was going to get stomped all over eventually. But I wasn’t prepared.

I was NOT READY. And I was not expecting what just happened in “Getting Closer” to happen at all. Nope. No. 

Oh my God. 

“Bet you could kill me with your brain.” she says looking at a file for Summer Glau’s character on the show.

Whedon, please.

Ok, so “Belonging” just ripped my fucking heart out.

Topher feelings are officially out of control.