Johnny Galecki, regarding rumors about him being gay.
This is one of the best statements given by an actor.
I will always reblog this. Smartest answer EVER.
Waiting for the day when I can steal this line.
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
Tricia Martin, 5’1, pale, short black hair, last seen roughly 24 hours ago in Pleasanton CA, and left a suicide note. Tricia please come home, you are one of my closest friends and I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Keep a look out everyone, let me, Angie, and definitely the police know if you see or hear anything. We miss you already baby, please please please come home.
Please reblog and get the word out.
Boost! And I’ll be on the lookout over here in p-ton.
It’s a fun series
It’s a spin off of Doctor Who, it’s got loads of action…
TORCHWOOD IS PAIN.
Now go read some fanfiction, my dear. It will take your pain away. Fanfiction is the balm for Torchwood pain for readers everywhere.
Yes, this. And if you need a little help finding the good stuff, just say the word. We can fix you up.
Just don’t wander into the “Angst” section of the fanfic library…
That’s my corner of the fanfic world. You don’t want to go there unless you’re exceptionally sadistic like me and you like to see your characters tortured and sad, or unless you’re looking for a good cry.
It’s weird, but I find the best fics are in the angst category. Both story/content-wise and grammar-wise. I feel like some of the writers who write pure fluff-fics are teenaged girls who love gay pairings but never learned enough grammar to form a coherent story. That’s kinda mean, but it’s an observation.
I write angst fics because I think that you can squeeze a lot more meaningful story and meaningful emotion out of them, and your descriptions can be far more intense and far stronger than they can be in fluff fics or h/c fics. With angst fics, you’re trying to rip out the heart of the reader and throw off the top floor balcony, and in trying to do that, you can get some beautiful imagery and incredibly poetic and emotional writing. There’s a fic I read just before I left camp that I cried basically all the way through because it was so gorgeous. (And I don’t generally cry at fanfics because I enjoy the angst part of it.) The thing about angst fic as compared to fluff and h/c is that you’re trying to evoke the most intense emotions. You’re trying to increase the tension and the emotion and the intensity to a knife’s-edge and then you let it drop in the negative direction in the heaviest way possible. And that can create the most incredibly language and descriptions and character interaction.
I think angst just has far more potential than other kinds of writing, plot-wise and written word-wise. The stories are more plot-orientated, more character-orientated. The emotion is far stronger and because of that, the language and descriptions are prettier and more intense.
And I will stop gushing about angst fic now.
Torchwood fans: Emotionally damaged.
Hooray for emotionally damaged people! :P
one of my favorite things about Rose Tyler is that when the doctor introduces himself she says
There’s something more important.
Japanese River Otters have been declared extinct.
This is now a Japanese River Otter appreciation and memorial post.
RIP little otters, there was nothing you could do.
Sorry if I consider this to be the ultimate Johnlock scene, platonic or sexual or whatever you want this relationship to be.
Earlier, Irene was asking if Sherlock seeing her naked made him feel exposed.
This exposes Sherlock’s real feelings.
John’s life being threatened makes Sherlock more vulnerable than any naked woman ever could.
Amelia Pond! That was a great name!
He’s cutting his wig! WTH Joey?!
I like how you can see Tyler Brunsman in the back. :3
I was sitting on the BBC couch, trying to send a picture of me and my date Kevin the Dalek in front of the Step and Repeat to my friend Katy (who made Kevin for me) when someone behind me says, “Hey someone just stole your Dalek.”
Confused, I look at my bag, where my date had been sitting, minding his own business, he’s gone. I look back the other way and see Matt spiriting away with Kevin, wedged under his vest.
“NOO!! That’s Kevin! You can’t take Kevin!!”
He brought him back. At this point, I have no idea if he said anything to me because my brain caught up and was mocking me in a little voice: “Noooo! That’s Kevin! You can’t taaake Kevin!” and suddenly I had no idea who name what talk me?
Matt Smith, date-stealer.
Ron just got his howler from his mom yelling at him for stealing the car. He seems super embarrassed and most of the Great Hall is laughing. But here’s the thing:
Ron is 12 years old.
Ron stole a car.
Ron fucking stole a fucking car at the age of TWELVE.
I would not be laughing at him. Ronald Weasley is a fucking bad ass. When was the last time you jacked a car Malfoy? That’s what I thought. Bitch.