I had no idea Marsha Thomason isn't American! Huh.
Buffy! If I wanted to fight, you could tell by the being dead already.
Glory ,'Potential'
Cable Drama: Still Waiting for the Cable Guy to Show Up with the Thread Name...
To be determined... (but it's definitely [NAFDA])
Jesse - Sep 07, 2010 4:22:04 pm PDT #6681 of 12003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 07, 2010 4:25:54 pm PDT #6682 of 12003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
White Collar:
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN!
Jones knows something's up though.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 07, 2010 4:52:09 pm PDT #6683 of 12003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Nom nom nom, sooty Neal. YUM.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 4:54:41 pm PDT #6684 of 12003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I love that they actually had Bomer swinging through the air for a second there. Made it more obvious, though, when they switched to a stuntman for the actual window crash.
Vortex - Sep 07, 2010 4:57:17 pm PDT #6685 of 12003
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
OMG, broody music, angsty, teary Neal. HAWT. let me pull you to my voluptuous bosom and comfort you.
Vortex - Sep 07, 2010 5:00:02 pm PDT #6686 of 12003
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Nora Deirdre - Sep 07, 2010 5:00:07 pm PDT #6687 of 12003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
OMFG, NO THEY DID NOT!!!!!!
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 5:00:14 pm PDT #6688 of 12003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
No, motherfucker, NO!
Nora Deirdre - Sep 07, 2010 5:00:58 pm PDT #6689 of 12003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
That is seriously NOT OK. NOT ON, SHOW!
Jesse - Sep 07, 2010 5:07:29 pm PDT #6690 of 12003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
No. Just no.
And I was still swoony over dirty-faced crying Neal.