Seriously talk all your shit about “authenticity” and “real talent” but do you honestly think your cloying overdone White Guy music “legends” could deliver even a nominally passable performance in 6 inch heels while recalling hours’ worth of choreography in super form-fitting clothes while still having to focus on preserving their hair and makeup AND having to be fit enough to at least appear unfazed by the demands of the performance NO you don’t. The fact of the matter is that the spectacle aspect of American pop music is set phenomenally lower for men than women and your criticism is such a snore
This might be the room of any small boy, but it happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin.
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU RIGHT NOW, FANDOM. SO PROUD.
The Proper Squirrelinski Bait.
(I’m going to leave it at that because I can’t come up with a good enough drabble to go with it. Although I do know that Derek is rather peeved because he tried every other nut before this.)
I also want to thank everyone for the likes and the follows! TW fandom is glorious and really, can we all hold on together because I can’t take all the feels and upcoming crying.
That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Stiles, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.
Chris Pine for Out (June/July 2013)
#[muffled scream of rage and disgust and also have I mentioned TOTAL MOTHERFUCKING DISGUST BECAUSE THE DISGUST IS RAMPANT] #hi is this customer service yes i am calling regarding the refund of this bearded Indiana Jones wannabe motherfucker #oh god i just /had/ to think of Indiana Jones #lies down stares at ceiling never gets back up again #why would anyone even cast this pie in their stupid space trek movie i regret this immensely
So does anyone of you guys wanna fake (gay) marry me so I can get a work visa in the US?