How can I freaking love Alan Rickman more?
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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How can I freaking love Alan Rickman more?
If he were standing before you now, with a bottle of fine red wine, wearing medieval costume, reciting the love sonnets of Shakespeare. Barring that, though, this was pretty awesome.
If he were standing before you now, with a bottle of fine red wine, wearing medieval costume, reciting the love sonnets of Shakespeare.
I shall be in the place of reclining
If he were standing before you now, with a bottle of fine red wine, wearing medieval costume, reciting the love sonnets of Shakespeare. Barring that, though, this was pretty awesome.
Can I put in a request for him in a Victorian suit, reading sections from Dracula?
I think that anybody who's seen Truly Madly Deeply can attest, Rickman should be singing "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine" while strumming on a cello.
It's like an actor version of Clue: "Alan Rickman, in Tudor costume, with a mandolin."
Alan Rickman's Farewell Letter to J.K. Rowling.
I'd love it if it said "I just finished Deathly Hallows and read what you did with Snape. WTF?!"
I'd love it if it said "I just finished Deathly Hallows and read what you did with Snape. WTF?!"
"Do you know how hard it is to do a death scene with a CGI snake?!"
Oh how I love us.
We're very pretty.