If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
EDDIE, AFTER A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE: OK, making Buck my kid’s guardian. This is a great plan. And I am not going to tell Buck because ugh, conversation about emotions, no thank you.
next near-death experience BUCK: I have cared for your son like a father. EDDIE: triumphant air punch Knew it! BUCK: Also, the trauma of nearly losing you means I am throwing myself into increasingly dangerous situations to make sure no-one else I love is hurt. EDDIE: … I forgot to take Buck being Buck into account in my plans. Now we have to have a feelings talk. I miss being in a coma.
what books were you assigned to read in a class that you still hold a violent and bitter grudge against
for me it’s into the wild and the scarlet letter
Wuthering Heights but also Fucking Blasted by Sarah Kane. The play has everything; racism, rape, war, canibalism with soldier boi plucking eyes balls out and eating them (while asshole reporter is both alive and awake) more rape, baby death, more cannibalism by eating said dead baby, all in a wonderful 61 pgs. Bon Appetite.
now for the ultimate test. go to this website. set it to randomly generate ONE pokemon. all generations. all types. whatever it generates? thats you as a pokemon forever. what you get is what you get. NO RE ROLLING. now. who are you? i got goomy :^)
