111. As someone who probably fits into at least part of the hick stereotype to which you refer—honestly, we’re a little more rock’n’roll than country, but otherwise it rings true—all I can say is that I’m glad you got your damn eyes opened, but if I knew you in person, I’d probably hit you. Sorry. I know you feel bad about it and all, but... yeah. Sorry.
130. I like when people say that. It then becomes my pleasure to point out the Xena fanfic writer who went on to pen two episodes. Sure, I’ll never get anywhere with fanfic, but other people sure as hell can.
138. When I die, I’m going to be severely disappointed if he doesn’t somehow show up at my bedside and say “See you next time—eatin’ the puddin’!” Really. I will. The last emotion I will ever feel is disappointment that the ghost of Bill Cosby didn’t come to me as I died.
141. So deliciously blasphemous and wrong. And pretty much amazing.
158. THIS. Yeah, just... this. So much this. And as much as I love Helena Bonham Carter, I’m a little ticked that Bellatrix isn’t as pretty as she should have been too.
Ever been to AccioBrain? That’s the way I picture Narcissa and Bellatrix in my head now.
159. I love the Ewoks (and I actually saw the Ewok movie before I ever saw Star Wars), I just think it’s ridiculous that the fucking Empire with its weapons and hundreds of soldiers and motherfuck DEATHSTAR was defeated by a handful of rebels and fuzzy teddy bears with rocks and sticks.
But the Ewoks themselves are awesome. And for some reason, every time I watch the movie, I wait for the part where Wicket is talking to Leia and says something that sounds like ‘chabookieookie’ and then I play it like, five times before I can continue watching the movie.
167. Uh, no. That’s how I ship ALL my pairings, regardless of whether or not they’re slash or het. But then, I do enjoy the occasional smutfic about them too. Honestly, I enjoy the sex part much more if there’s an actual story involved, too. I’d rather read fifty pages of good fic with only one sex scene than fifty awesome smutfics.
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130. I like when people say that. It then becomes my pleasure to point out the Xena fanfic writer who went on to pen two episodes. Sure, I’ll never get anywhere with fanfic, but other people sure as hell can.
138. When I die, I’m going to be severely disappointed if he doesn’t somehow show up at my bedside and say “See you next time—eatin’ the puddin’!” Really. I will. The last emotion I will ever feel is disappointment that the ghost of Bill Cosby didn’t come to me as I died.
141. So deliciously blasphemous and wrong. And pretty much amazing.
158. THIS. Yeah, just... this. So much this. And as much as I love Helena Bonham Carter, I’m a little ticked that Bellatrix isn’t as pretty as she should have been too.
Ever been to AccioBrain? That’s the way I picture Narcissa and Bellatrix in my head now.
159. I love the Ewoks (and I actually saw the Ewok movie before I ever saw Star Wars), I just think it’s ridiculous that the fucking Empire with its weapons and hundreds of soldiers and motherfuck DEATHSTAR was defeated by a handful of rebels and fuzzy teddy bears with rocks and sticks.
But the Ewoks themselves are awesome. And for some reason, every time I watch the movie, I wait for the part where Wicket is talking to Leia and says something that sounds like ‘chabookieookie’ and then I play it like, five times before I can continue watching the movie.
167. Uh, no. That’s how I ship ALL my pairings, regardless of whether or not they’re slash or het. But then, I do enjoy the occasional smutfic about them too. Honestly, I enjoy the sex part much more if there’s an actual story involved, too. I’d rather read fifty pages of good fic with only one sex scene than fifty awesome smutfics.