three dollars and fifty cents, canadian

If there were things I did today besides get as much of this show watched as possible, I don't know what they were.

( An Eye for an Eye, The Man Who Knew Too Little, The Wild Bunch, & The Blue Line: In which Fraser spends time with senior citizens, a compulsive liar, a bunch of dogs, and an old friend; includes a Theory of Fraser's Empathy, Turnbull's evil cousin, and my inability to decide whether or not Mark and Fraser had a thing for each other in the distant past. )

I would say "Why am I still awake," but in fact the answer is "Hell yes, I am going fast enough that I will get to the Victoria episodes tomorrow."

didn't ask for that

I am going to finish s1 today! Unless my parents watch the rest of the BSG pilot with me. But, um, I love watching homages to Rear Window at midnight! so that's okay.

( The Deal & Heaven and Earth: In which Ray is awesome if a little worrying, and Fraser believes a homeless man's visions; mostly a whole heap of Vecchio family love. )

fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion

( Victoria's Secret & Letting Go: In which Fraser gets his heart ripped out and STOMPED TO TINY PIECES; is mostly about how Victoria fascinates me and Ray is the best friend ever and I want to give Fraser a hug. )

DONE WITH FIRST SEASON. \o/ Now I really want to write the rest of this WIP I have, an eventually-Fraser/Kowalski fic about Victoria returning to Chicago and blackmailing the hell out of both of them and trying to get Fraser to come with her and probably a heist or two and it will be AWESOME. But not tonight, because I think I am officially out of words.