Oh abso-fucking-lutely. I need therapy for how much I’m choking on this bitter pill. I was so afraid I’d be the only one to feel upset.
Hey, there’s a reason we’re having crying over Londo Mollari parties and not crying over Sheridan ones. You go through my live blog of this show and the entire last few episodes are just ‘Londo? ? Mollari? ? ! ? Also I guess this thing with Sheridan is happening.’
Hey hey hey we can have a party with you now, you have to come and scream with us, do you want to come? I can do one tonight, we can scream and throw comforting fannish tidbits at you and I will make colors or makeup or pixels or whatever will make it feel better.
I freaking NEED a crying over Londo Mollari party. Or twenty. (Thousand). Like I’m in SUCH a ridiculous state over this that if I don’t find a fix-it that fixes it, I will fucking WRITE one. Even though it almost certainly means writing a fair amount of Sheridan and the others who aren’t Londo, Vir and G’Kar. I even have this thought already of how to make a pretty cool choose your adventure type thing where you follow different timeline AUs for how happy or fucked up you want to watch Londo’s life get. And it would all make some kind of sense by overwriting MorallyForgetfulAsshole!Sheridan. I’m kind of ashamed of myself, but I am actually noticeably *physically* ill from my emotional reaction. I’m pretty sure I’ve aggravated an ulcer. I barely slept and when I did I had frustrangry dreams.
UNFORTUNATELY, Monday nights not good.
They are literally the only regular appointment I ever have and it’s my weekly D&D game. I’d honestly rather cry over Londo right now but it’s probably the last or next to last game of the campaign and… I’m the kind, moral dwarven cleric who heals and rescues and soaks damage so others don’t have to. Can’t pull a Sheridan on these people when I’m literally grinding my teeth off over that exact thing.
Other than Monday evening, I am available to cry over Londo Mollari any hour or any day for the rest of my life (and I’ll eventually get the Mondays back).
On the upside, I WILL be wearing my snazzy new Londo and G’Kar t-shirt that finally arrived thanks to a kind neighbour and no thanks to USPS
Okay, but choose your own adventure/choose your degree of Londo suffering is hilarious to me for all that it pains me. I’ve been spending a long time in a nebulous time line because the reality of the show was not compatible with my heart. I’m glad I was that devastated over Londo because wow, character development, Batman, but I’m devastated about shit that is not his fault too, and that’s maybe the worse of it.
Fandom is most assuredly the soothing balm to apply to the wounds this show leaves, you’re on the right track. When I finished, I was fucked up for days. My performance at work suffered to the point that my supervisor asked about it, and I also slept poorly if at all, I was just so goddamn wrecked over Londo.
I feel so, ‘come here and let Lady make it better’ about this. Like giving you little bandaids with G'Kar on them.
No problem, we will find another night to cry. All nights are good to cry. I actually have a standing Babylon 5 watching date with tinsnip on Tuesdays, and general bullshit with her on Thursdays, but I’m good for tomorrow if you can’t wait till Friday to scream. I know I couldn’t when it was that raw. My insides were churning constantly with how upset I was and there was no outlet when and how I required it.
I’m so happy you are at the crying party stage, honestly. We’ve been eager to have you along, and you seem just as terminally wordy as me, so we’ll have a great time. Plus, my followers are lovely and thoughtful people, so our discussions on the streams are very frequently about representation and writing conventions and feminism at the same time that we are making mindless cute silliness and throwing furniture because Londo Mollari.
