Had a dream this morning that I was an extra in a movie with Tom Hiddleston, and it was something in period costumes. We were shooting in Colorado for… reasons. I dunno, mountains in the background, probably. When the shot ended we needed to move locations and I deliberately hung back so I could stalk try to talk to Tom, and he said he didn’t like his costume. I asked him why and he said his shoes hurt.
And then I woke up in full-on ‘speaking to a celebrity’ panic even though I was, you know, still in my own damn bed, so thanks for that subconscious.
This shit is why I don’t think I could ever try to meet him at a con or anything like that 😂 because I would immediately burst into flames and die.
OMG I’m right there beside you. Not about Tom, but about celebs in general. I’d burst into flames and leave little tufts of red hair floating in the air.
The first time I met Mark Gatiss I threw a cider all over myself so I totally feel you there Red
WHAT??? @lmirandas You met Mark?? Your response indicated you’ve done it more than once!! You breathed the same air!!! (I’d totally do the cider thing too.)
I”m still amazed you kept it together when you met Rupert.
The first time I did a photo op with John Barrowman I honestly don’t remember the few seconds between asking to touch his butt and the walking away because my mind blanked on oh my God John Barrowman is touching me.
