My little boy David loves watching the Fantastic Four films, he especially loves Chris Evans and spends a lot of time playing at being Johnny Storm. I have to play the baddie and he defeats me. He’s got his walls covered with Johnny Storm pictures too and he knows all the lines. We were recently staying with my best friend Tom who lives in Manchester, England and found out that Chris Evans was coming to town. David was disappointed to find that we’d have already left before the film crew arrived so he sat down and made a card with some pictures for Chris Evans and wrote him a little note. I’ve never seen him sit so long at a table and concentrate! I wish I’d scanned it but I never thought. On the front he did a little picture of Johnny Storm flying across the sky and inside another picture of a scene from the first movie with some speech bubbles and he wrote a little note to Chris saying he was his favourite actor. His ‘uncle’ Tom promised he’d try to get it to Chris Evans for him.
Tom took the card to the film site but security was so tight that he couldn’t get near anyone so he left the card with a note saying who it was from and that he was sorry not to get to take a photo for David’s birthday which was soon. The security guy told him to write down his address and he’d try to find someone to pass it to but made no promises as everything was crazy. That was on Friday 24th Sept. The following morning Tom received a special ‘next day delivery’ from Chris Evans! In it was a brilliant photo of Chris holding up David’s little card, a birthday card with a message from Chris Evans, he’d also signed two BluRay DVD covers with a little message on each for David. On one it said ‘FLAME ON!’ and was signed and on the other it said ‘DREAM BIG, BUDDY’ and was also signed.
It was David’s birthday yesterday. When he saw the card from Chris he read it, looked up, read it again, asked us to read it for him then he just stared at it grinning just repeating, ‘‘really? not really! really? is it real?’’ When we told him what had happened he started to tremble a bit, ran to his room, ran back again and basically didn’t know where to put himself. He had actually seen the photo before his birthday but we’ve now had it framed and he knew about nothing else. For the rest of the day he kept running back to the card and picture to look at them for the millionth time. We haven’t been allowed to play the DVDs yet as they have to stay on display and no-one’s allowed to touch them. When he’d gone to bed at the end of the day, we were tidying the mess up and had a big panic because we couldn’t find the photo! We were just getting desperate when David’s older sister had an idea. She checked under his pillow and it was there! {x}
I feel like Moriarty broke into 221B and stole John’s cardigan just as a little extra “fuck you”.
James McAvoy - MTV After Hours
JAMES MCAVOY, YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS HUMAN BEING.
I AM SOBBING
I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE.
HOW DOES THIS MAN EVEN WORK
The Changeling
Just cause I love this scene and Uther’s reaction to the flying pillow!
He threw the pillow with all his might at Merlin, who ducked the missile with agility. Merlin threw him back a flirty glance, before realizing there was a knock at the door. It opened a second later, and Arthur, nightclothes disheveled, struggled to wipe the mirth from his face.
“A word… alone.”
Merlin quickly scooped up the pillow that lay at the king’s feet, and darted out of the room. As the door closed behind the manservant, Arthur clambered across his blankets to address his father.
“I need to talk to you about… Elena,” the king began. Arthur rolled his eyes slightly in response, knowing exactly where the conversation was headed. He strolled to the trunk at the foot of his bed and took a seat— this was likely to be a lengthy lecture. “I realize that this is a delicate situation—”
Arthur scoffed, “There’s nothing ‘delicate’ about her.”
Uther strode forward, choosing his words carefully, a warning behind each one, “Lord Godwin, as you know, has always been a very good friend of mine, but understand that he is an ally of Camelot.”
“I have nothing against Lord Godwin,” Arthur said defensively, “I have nothing against Elena!” Then, under his breath, he muttered, “…except marriage.”
“When we talk about your future, Arthur, we’re not talking about your personal happiness, but the safety and security of the whole of Camelot!” He leaned forward, angry. “You may one day be a husband, but more importantly, you will one day be king!!” He began to walk away, the conversation obviously over as far as he was concerned.
Arthur threw his hands up in the air with disbelief, “I have no feelings for her— whatsoever!”
At this Uther turned, glaring at his son.
“I would encourage you to find some.”
The door closed behind the king, and Arthur hung his head in his hands. What his father expected him to do he could not. He’d fought his wars, he’d staved off his enemies, he’d defended his realm from destruction. But marry a girl— specifically Elena— was something he simply would not do for his father. He turned and climbed into bed, wishing more than anything to erase the conversation and go back to the pillow fight he’d initiated with Merlin. He wanted to play around, be a boy, a friend, the closest companion he’d ever wanted to be. An imagined scene of the fight played out in his head, and he smiled as he dared his imagination to let Merlin topple him over— by accident, or course— and to make some snarky comment. He allowed his mind to imagine Merlin staying there, cheeky smirk and small blush and all. And right when they had all but forgotten about the pillow fight completely, he reached up and kissed his imaginary Merlin.
He opened his eyes and scanned the dark room, wondering what it felt like to kiss a boy, if it were different or better or wonderful. He wondered if Merlin would shy away and say something silly to fend it off, or if he would follow up his ridiculously flirty gazes with something real.
He also wondered how on earth he was going to get out of marrying Elena.
Zdunich you are obviously made of marshmallows
Diabeetus
Unnnf you’re not REALLY 40 today
CAN THEY HAVE BABIES PLEASE
I can’t hear you over my love for the devil’s carnival
For a ruthless insane murderer you really have a great face
Except i don’t want dawn and spike to fuck like rabbits
Right here right now in nothing but your repo man boots
kinda feel bad kinda not
eh macarena
epic hammer fight
nathan wallace is my waifu
i really like lolis hitmen and middle aged men
nnnghh muffin top
christmas tree bug
i like drawing little boys crying
seriously you can tie me to that fucking chair
i liked the loli too
obviously so we’ll have two tony licking glass gifs
nathan should play some childrens’ card games
SPRING YOU FUCKER
SKINNY BITCHES GET OUT
like the zefron poster
YOU KNOW WHAT ORSINO? YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH ISSUES
thank you for the merthur
handsy aren’t we arthur
everyone admire the dancing pillar
rowling how do you write these people
merthur everywhere please
i‘m the worst internet-user ever
no.jpg
the floor is vibrating
AND THAT’S HOW YOU COSPLAY ON THREE-DAY’S NOTICE.
(LOOK AT THIS CUTIE BABBU. THIS LI’L PIMP IS GONNA BE MY MERCUTIO/RHYS. ERRBODY SAY HI TO HIM. HIIIIII SLYTHERMINT.)
Is he doing Starfigher/Abel’s hair?!
Waahh~ thank you, Axis! ;) And yes! Yes I am. :3
