Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Supernatural 2: Why is it our job to save everybody?
[NAFDA]. This is where we talk about the CW series Supernatural! Anything that's aired in the US on TV (including promos) is fair game. No spoilers though — if you post one by accident, an admin will delete it.
Fay - Feb 17, 2009 2:01:37 pm PST #892 of 30002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Morgana - Feb 17, 2009 2:08:06 pm PST #893 of 30002
"I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good," the Golux said, "by accident and happenchance.” – The 13 Clocks, James Thurber
Bloodplay: not an appropriate way of showing admiration to an actor, ladies andgentlemwell, ladies.
I find myself horrified already, without even knowing what happened, but... what happened?
Theresa - Feb 17, 2009 2:14:10 pm PST #894 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Hmm...could I legally start charging people $1000 for "lunch" with me and neither of us go to jail? 'Cause that beats my current job all to hell.
Fay - Feb 17, 2009 2:22:59 pm PST #895 of 30002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I find myself horrified already, without even knowing what happened, but... what happened?
As I understand it, young Robert Pattinson (who plays the sparkly vampire in the movie) is having to get used to tweenies and their mums approaching him with necks bared, asking him to bite them. Sometimes they have already drawn blood, to be more tempting and sexy. To the normal boy who just plays a fucking vampire in the movies. And then there are the Twilight Moms who drive around the town where the book is set, and curb crawl cheerleaders, and offer to buy the clothes off their backs.
Twilight fandom: not the fainthearted. Or those who have any partiality to actual vampire fiction. Or indeed any literary taste at all. t /snob.
...oh, okay, that tag doesn't seem to close. Damn.
Theresa - Feb 17, 2009 2:36:01 pm PST #896 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Sometimes they have already drawn blood, to be more
tempting and sexy psycho and scary
Atropa - Feb 17, 2009 2:39:32 pm PST #897 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Twilight fandom: not the fainthearted. Or those who have any partiality to actual vampire fiction. Or indeed any literary taste at all.
I want an embroidered sampler of this to hang on my wall.
Hmm...could I legally start charging people $1000 for "lunch" with me and neither of us go to jail? 'Cause that beats my current job all to hell.
If the book takes off, I am contemplating offering my services as Gothy Wardrobe Consultant to people who would be willing to pay for travel and my fees. Because then I could afford more corsets and fluffy skirts, yesindeedy.
Theresa - Feb 17, 2009 3:37:32 pm PST #898 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
[link] Jim's a hoot.
If the book takes off, I am contemplating offering my services as Gothy Wardrobe Consultant to people who would be willing to pay for travel and my fees. Because then I could afford more corsets and fluffy skirts, yesindeedy.
That sounds like all kinds of fun. Sometime we should all list our talents in case one of us can ever afford an entourage.
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 17, 2009 4:57:43 pm PST #899 of 30002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Bloodplay: not an appropriate way of showing admiration to an actor, ladies and gentlem well, ladies.
A friend of mine attended a horror con back in the 80s and saw a fan open up a vein so Clive Barker could sign an autograph for him in blood. Apparently, Clive is a fainter.
Theresa - Feb 17, 2009 7:48:52 pm PST #900 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
A friend of mine attended a horror con back in the 80s and saw a fan open up a vein so Clive Barker could sign an autograph for him in blood. Apparently, Clive is a fainter.
Huh. Turns out I've been in some of the sanest fandoms around. Who knew? When Jensen did "A Few Good Men" he came out for autographs after the play, in the sweaty Dallas heat, and signed away, very politely, absolutely free. Every day. I don't know if he had done a convention by then. Of course, so did Lou Diamond Phillips so it may have been peer pressure.
I've been watching season one Gilmore Girls and it made me think about Fay's post regarding JP's dramatic growth of acting range in the first of the series. I know we've commented on it along the way, but it's just so nice to watch. I can see so much of Rory's Dean at the beginning of Supernatural. As long as he is Jess' Sam, he is still Rory's Dean. But then he gets exponentially better and Rory's Dean disappears. So did Jess' Sam, I guess. Le sigh.
Fay - Feb 17, 2009 8:34:42 pm PST #901 of 30002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Apparently, Clive is a fainter.
That probably shouldn't have made me laugh quite as hard as it did.
Aw, Austin. Bless the actors! With the signing things! And, again, I am conscious of how totally risible the comparison is, but I am always torn between being being delighted and having huge runawayrunawayrunaway impulses when people come and say nice things after a show I've been in. And going out to see people afterwards tends to leave me blushy and full of flail. I've certainly said this before, but it's my only point of comparison in the whole Being Famous thing - I found the experience of being recognised by total strangers, while I was in a coffeeshop in Delhi, pretty much did my head in. Because - Delhi, for fuck's sakes! And here you are chatting to your friend thinking you're enjoying privacy and whatever, and then suddenly the people at the next table are all "...sorry, but weren't you in a play in Bangkok a few weeks ago? You were really good!" Which was thrilling and flattering, to be sure, but also freaked me the fuck out. And although I love the acting, and wish I could do more and get better, I would not want to be a celebrity. No siree.
And that's without anyone opening up a vein, or posting manipulated images online of me shagging my best friend. (Although I have had my boss basically slash me with said best friend, in assembly, to several hundred kids and colleagues. Which was startling.)
Mad props to all the professional actors who take this stuff in their stride.