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Covert Affairs Canceled-Time to Give Eyal his own show!!! Petition Link below

Feel free to Sign and Share everywhere

https://www.change.org/p/usa-networks-create-a-covert-affairs-spin-off-for-eyal-lavin-aka-oded-fehr?just_created=true

#Team Kismet #covert affairs #annie x eyal #eyal x annie #annie walker #eyal lavin #SS kismet

Deep Space 9

Favorite Character: Odo- 100% my most favorite character even beating Data which is saying something.

OTP: Odo/Kira and Garek/Ziyal

Favorite Episode: Don't have one, too hard to choose

Feel free to follow me and blow up my feed with DS9 related stuff

#star trek ds9 #ds9 #odo #kira #major kira #garek #ziyal

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#star trek tng #insurrection #data #picard #brent spiner #patrick stewart

Scorpion

Ok whew be my Scorpion Peeps at??

#scorpion #walter o'brien #Paige

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Knight to Queen

okay I’m going out on a real limb with this but I somehow can’t unthink this… long post is very long ;)

badwolfgirlandheroncomingstorm

Ok this needs to go straight to the writers of the show for it's brilliance!!!! I get it now......i totally get it!!!

#Lizzington #The Blacklist

OMG I thought I loved him Before, Now i love Him even more!

#john barrowman #jack harkness #sexy as hell

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this is the best gif i have ever seen

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Reblogging for my followers.......don't hesitate to message me if you need someone to talk to!

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The doctors- First and last words.

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Did someone say orgy?

God, I love Jack Harkness.

badwolfgirlandheroncomingstorm

AGREE!!!!!

teamoswin

Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before.

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clarasrecipe

ONE LAST HURRAH FOR THE DRUNK GIRAFFE, GUYS WE CAN DO THIS! VOTE THIS MAN AND VOTE THIS SHOW. VOTE VOTE VOTE !!!!!!

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Maybe you ask yourselves why you should vote for this man. First of all, this man was the one who made you cry when he was crying and laugh when he was laughing and this show literally changed our lives. We are a fandom, maybe the biggest fandom which exists in this world because 3 years ago we all stopped doing what we had to do and watched this man come with his ‘Geronimo’ and change our lives with his quotes and last Christmas we dominated the internet by watching the departure of this amazing man and of our Doctor. This man was the sweetest and the best with both his way of being funny and his way of simply being the Doctor - because the man we saw on screen during three years was not a character, but the man himself. His way of moving, his way of being cool, his way of talking and his faces made us laugh and made us cry during one episode. We had all the emotions in 40 minutes because of this man and we can’t let his acting pass unnoticed. He made all the small things become cooler: bow ties, fezzes, glasses, hats - basically every little thing we considered unimportant.

Now, the reason why you should vote for this show. Doctor Who made us change our way of seeing things and all a fan has to do is see behind all those aliens who seem lame or the bad plot in some episodes. This show is about a man, not about aliens, a man who can cheat death, a man who’s lonely, a man who needs people in order to survive. Somehow, this man is us - all of us need someone by our side in order to survive in this world and all of us feel guilt, loneliness, love, fear when you are about to lose someone, disappointment and all those feelings this man had. Doctor Who is a show that teaches you life by it’s never-ending quotes who touch your heart and only when you hear them it makes you cry - sometimes of happiness and sometimes of pride. This show is the most popular show in this world and it deserves a prize and this prize will go to Doctor Who no matter who wins. WHOVIANS, WE ARE A LOT AND WE CAN MAKE THIS POSSIBLE!

Also, let me tell you something:

Bow ties were never cooler.

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i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

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I will never, ever, not reblog this.

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*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

Mine does.

His name is Robert Downey Jr.

You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

The volume of blood was staggering.

I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

He was a movie star, after all.

Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

But I didn’t.

Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

He remembered.

“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”