OMG. I just saw "this means war" and I am really really hopin there is slash and 3some out there. Also, why is there even a question about who to pick? Is there something I'm not getting, as a gay? Tom Hardy over Chris Pine any day in my book!
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The only thing I could think of was that Pine's character put out whereas Hardy's didn't. The latter seemed so much more who Reese was looking for, and her choice came out of left field for me.
Yeah, I heard they did test endings with audiences for both guys? I dunno. I mean, eventually I figured (after the grandma thing) that she was going with Chris, and Tom was gonna end up with his ex, but STILL!
Though right near the very end, I did finally notice that Tom has very British teeth. Which is not my bag at all. But STILL. I'd just make him get adult braces.
But yes, I want
1) ALL of Reese's clothing in that movie, my god. And the shoes. 2) To LOOK like her in that clothing (well, taller. I don't actually want to be teeny-short) 3) To have hot chemistry...
I have decided that the teeth are what made Tom Hardy relatable, because otherwise, there's no way.
The Deluxe Transitive Vampire! (What, it's my favorite grammar book.)
seconded.
Sparky gave me my copy. Thanks again, Sparky!
Yeah, I heard they did test endings with audiences for both guys?
This kinda thing always flumoxes me. I mean, you're writing a rom com, and who she ends up with is left to a coin toss? No wonder most rom coms are drivel.
Facebook gave me the timeline for my birthday. That was not on my approved list.
I used to rarely use the Timeline, but it's way easier to navigate now, so I don't understand what's wrong with it. Was there a positive side to the old page that I didn't know?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY!
Just got a disturbing email from my dad about my mom's new old car, a Chevy Caprise.
The guy we bought it from kept calling it the Woodie . . . Maybe we can call it our Woodie.
Yours,
Dad