YOU HAVE A HEDGEHOG AND IT’S NAMED AFTER MIKE OH MY GOD CAN I JUST MARRY YOU NOW.
Alas, I am engaged. However, I do believe that fistbumps are in order. Us Yates fans need to stick together; there aren’t very many of us. I saw that video you posted the other day and thought it was awesome, and I’d have left a comment but tumblr is so unwieldy for comments and also I got distracted and wandered off, iirc. That happens. :)
“I am not predicting, or prescribing. I am describing. I am describing certain aspects of psychological reality in the novelist’s way, which is by inventing elaborately circumstantial lies.”—Ursula K. Le Guin
East of Eden time, come at me bro. Who wouldn’t be happy with a Steinbeck adaptation and itty bitty James Dean?
They are starting awfully late in the book, but that seems better - couldn’t do the whole thing justice unless it was a miniseries at least. Might as well just focus on a single section and do it right.
That’s right. It’s time for playlists and coffee and to pound out the next few chapters of this ridiculous fanfic so I can finish it so I can finish the OTHER one so I can start the one I promised an IRL friend for her birthday so I can write the epic Avengers bodyswap that this fandom sorely lacks.
So I’m watching Mission Impossible 4 because Renner except can I just say as a person who is terrified of heights that this bit with scaling the outside of the hotel Dubai is more horrifying than any of the many, many, many horror movies I have seen in my life.
Guess who obsessively organizes files the moment she creates/downloads them and who empties her recycling bin so reflexively that she’s accidentally deleted shit she actually needs on any number of occasions?