Dear Jesus,
Though we don’t agree on everything, I really do love how you never once publicly condemned homosexuality. I know that this may have been because it was so culturally condemned during your time that you felt it went without saying, but whether or not you approved of such acts, I really appreciate that you weren’t an obnoxious ass about it. I mean it. It’s one of my favorite things about you so far.
Sincerely yours,
-Ryan
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This is just Alex…pulling off the same coat 20 years later…like a champ.
(Crocodile Shoes, 1994 —- Audition, 2012)
Girl look at that body…I-I-I work out…
I just got a spam message today and two older messages showed up with it. I have no idea how old they are (well, one of them is at least two weeks old) or why they didn’t show up until today. If I ignored you before and now I reply to something you asked me last month or a post you tagged me in forever ago, this is why. I also don’t know if there are other messages that got lost in the tumblrverse.
As Lana Del Rey might say, “Sorry ‘bout it.”
GPOY of Every Fangirl on Tumblr
I could make an entire blog of ridiculous shit my mom says, but I'll just post it here instead.
- Mom: *blah blah blah repeating some random facts about prairie dogs*
- Me: Yes, I know. Did you know that... *telling her more facts about prairie dogs*
- Mom: Yeah, I read something about that, too.
- Me: Where have you been reading all this stuff about prairie dogs?
- Mom: Wikipedia.
- Me: If you know how to use Google and Wikipedia, why the hell do you ask me SO MANY random questions about things?
- Mom: Because sometimes I think you might know more about something than the internet does.
- Me: ...
- Me: ...
- Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
- Me thinking to Self: (And yet you went to Wikipedia for information on my favorite animal...)
River and the Doctor land in the eighteenth century, and have to pretend to be strangers.
She felt his eyes on her, even with her back to him. This connection they shared meant she could always feel him when he was close to her. A jolt of arousal went through her, and she turned slowly. There he was, his silly face poking around the corner of the room, his eyes connecting with hers. He looked far too pleased with himself, and she surmised that his hair brained plan must have worked. This would make him insufferably smug. She allowed herself a small flirtatious smile in his direction before turning back to the suitor who was desperately trying to win her favour; unaware that he was wasting his time completely. There was only one man who was going to get her ‘favours’ bestowed on him. Her arousal heightened as she thought about getting her husband alone later. Oh, she was going to make sure his smug mouth was occupied for hours…..
A collage of Alex Kingston in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
now you’re just somebody that I used to know
UGH! Right in the feels.
