He was so adorable. I feel like I need to see Pirate Radio now.
Oh no! I enjoyed Valkyrie. I thought it was interesting in a historical-re-enactment-that-may-not-be-remotely-factual-and-shown-on-the-History-channel kind of way.
The ruggedly handsome Steve Winwood had just finished a big tour opening for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. He set down his porkpie on a nearby chair, running a thumb over three days of stubble. The phone rang.
“You’re such a troll,” breathed a familiar voice. He knew that voice in an instant. His nemesis, his tormentor, his one-true-love.
This post combines two of my favorite sexy things: Godsauce and Priests.
To be fair, I make similarly nervous movements when I see big, hairy neon balls.
That sounds more like LOST.
Aww. Look at their Littlefingers.
Does it say something about my sad excuse for a life that I remember this contestant’s name is Rebecca?
Does that make Wednesday official Godsauce Fanfiction day?
Forgive me, Videogum, but this song is stuck in my head and I simply must spread this ear-disease:
Come to me, cover me, hold me. Together we’ll BREAK THESE CHAINS OF LOOOOOOVE.
I believe these are Tom Haverford’s
“How to Not Live Forever” – Jack LaLanne
“How to Too-Soon” – Grimakins
Do you refer to him as “Jock Itch” now? Because you should.
That Bridget Jones gif was, of course, in answer to this comment. She not just out there in a room in her pyjamas (in England, that’s how they spell it) lip-synching to Celine Dion or Eric Carmen or whomever by herself for no audience with no relevance to anything.
You tell it, sister.
Renee Zellweger was charming in Bridget Jones’s Diary.
Oof. That was hard to type.
If Gary Oldman and Edward Norton rolled around in Christoph Waltz, they would produce this guy.
BREAKING NEWS: She’s a man, baby!
If only their little legs could run faster, maybe they’d have a chance…
Nothing more fitting for this monumental occasion than a timely reference to White Squall.
Both equally terrifying.
Lord help us. The Cylons are breeding.