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Aubrey Plaza auto-reblog.
I have something to ask you guys… Kevin, will you marry Pierce?
I could be a bridesmaid and the little Kevins could be pageboys. Pierce, you have to say yes.
You guys know you don’t have to ask, right? You can just start up an RPG and make it happen.
A BLACK HOODIE MEANS IT’S ON
A/K/A EVIL DON’T HAVE TIME TO SHAVE
Lin-Manuel Miranda performs a song from his upcoming Alexander Hamilton concept album, The Hamilton Mixtape. At the White House, he performs it. I am barely holding back a swoon. How soon can I hear this album, Lin-Manuel! How soon can I hug you! (Transcript.)
(Liz sent this to me, because she understands me, truly.)
A 'Twilight' satire dawns with 'Nightlight' | Los Angeles Times →
So I know we don’t generally mix Tumblr with business over here but I want you guys to know that this Nightlight situation is the real deal. A genuinely actually funny smart parody of a thing that probably you either wholeheartedly hate or grudgingly like. Nightlight works without taking tired potshots — instead, it gives us Belle Goose, the klutzy new kid in school who is CONVINCED just CONVINCED that not only is every boy in town totally obsessed with her, but that the quiet kid in the corner is DEFINITELY A VAMPIRE WHO WANTS TO MURDER/LOVE HER FOREVER. And Belle is not inclined to believe anything other than what she makes up.
It is out in bookstores today. Here is a good part, that also the LA Times quotes but here is more of it. So many jokes per paragraph. I know. I know.
Edwart continued to jab at his computer. With each pounding finger I could see the blood surging through the bulging veins on his forearms to his biceps, straining against the tight-fitted, white Oxford shirt pushed cavalierly to his elbows as though he had a lot of manual labor to do. Why was he typing so loudly? Was he trying to tell me something? Was he trying to prove how easy it would be for him to fling me up into the sky and then catch me tightly in his arms, whispering that he would never share me with anyone else in the entire world? I shuddered and smiled coyly, terrified.
When the bell rang I stole another glance at him and shrank into a deeper sense of worthlessness. He was now staring furiously up at the bell, shaking all the muscles in his fist at it, glowering at it with his dark, heated eyes and loathing lashes. He clenched his hair in exasperation, clinging to the tussled tufts as he raised his head to the ceiling. Then he slowly turned to me. Looking into his eyes I felt waves of electricity, currents of electrons charging toward me. Was this how it felt to be in love, I wondered, for robots? Caught in his ionized hypnosis, the old adage came to mind: Beautiful enough to kill, gut, stuff and frame above your fireplace.
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Hey, a story! That I wrote.
Kids in the Hall - “Life as a Mass Murderer”
happy halloweeeeeeeenz
Well, it’s never good when The Doctor can’t understand the cryptic allusions made by recurring villains on his own spin-off shows. Your crunchy-haired, skinny-legged, intensely-sideburned days are numbered, peanut. I luff you and hope you to die in The Master’s arms, as we’ve always wanted. (Don’t be stupid, it’s only a bullet.)
