an attempt at happy things

This morning Hugh Dillon rescued me from a particularly inane anxiety dream. I had been vaguely questioning the wisdom of changing my iPod alarm to the Headstones on shuffle, but it was in fact a brilliant idea. Mm.

I'm becoming increasingly creative in my attempts to battle the habitual if mild summer depression (see: actually thinking it's a good idea to wake up to Headstones music); creating a steady output of fic is the normal method, and works fairly well, but sometimes a little extra is needed. So today I have a variant on the genus of meme that suggests "post ten pictures of women you find attractive/five celebrities you would sleep with/&c" and my variant is "twelve people on TV who make me starry-eyed or happy for whatever reason." Because happy things are good!

( Twelve people who make me happy, with pretty pictures. )