OKAY, STORY TIME:
Okay, not stormy, whatever.
Leave me alone, I'm traumatized.
So, I just watched The Last King of Scotland and OMG I AM IRRATIONALLY FEARING FOR THE BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFULNESS LIFE OF MR. SCOTTISH BOYFRIEND HIMSELF, JAMES MCAVOY.
WHY, FOREST, WHY?
HE IS TOO GORGEOUS AND SCOTTISH AND GORGEOUS TO STRING UP LIKE A CARCASS.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
MY HEART RATE IS STILL ELEVATED, OMG I AM GOING TO DIE FOR NO REASON.
THERE WILL BE SERIOUS NIGHTMARES IN MY FUTURE.
I CANNOT UNSEE WHAT I HAVE UNWITTINGLY SEEN.
/END HYPERVENTILATION, SORT OF NOT REALLY.
Okay, so I totally intellectually understand that James is totally fine and like, home with his wife and son, or whatever, but MY HEART IS LIKE NO, GO SAVE HIM. HE IS WOUNDED AND STUFF.
Just shoot me now, yeah?