ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.07.
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ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.07.
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if john logan has 1000 fans, i’m one of them. if john logan has 100 fans, i’m one of them. if john logan has 1 fan, i am that fan. if john logan has no fans, i am dead.
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I’m gonna propose “I guess you haven’t read the silmarillion then :/” as a default response to anyone not understanding a reference to something obscure. even if it’s not remotely Tolkien related. I want to build up a perception that perhaps the sum total of human knowledge is contained in the silmarillion
This is the polar opposite of this:
"let me put this object some place obvious and inconvenient so im forced to deal with it" (grows around it like a tree root around a rock)
#baby i can ignore elephants in the room in ways you cannot imagine.
Male loneliness this, male loneliness that. Have they tried lobotomies? Tranquilizers? Being fingered by medical professionals? Tearing the yellow wallpaper off the walls of the attic room where your husband keeps you locked up?
batman but with anatomically correct bat ears
if i may humbly elucidate:
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Hope no one screams in those ears 😬
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I took a screenshot of your tags before you fixed them >:D
Can you imagine a bat dressed, crazed man driving by just yelling “ECHOLOCATION!”
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just remembered the best way to tell someone what you’re thinking is to tell them what you’re thinking
At some point after the cottage but before the public outing TMZ does an article on “Ilya Rozanov’s most high-profile hookups” which is essentially just a list of Instagram models with paparazzi shots and blurry cellphone pics of Ilya at the club. Shane scrolls through it, absolutely seething, because he is Ilya’s most high-profile hookup - maybe not by their metric, which seems to be Instagram followers, but Shane hasn’t heard about a single one of these women, apart from Svetlana whom he wouldn’t have recognised if not for Ilya talking about her. The guys are talking about it in the locker room, as if Ilya’s a legend for getting with all of these supposedly very desirable women (although that is decidedly not the way the guys phrase it) and Shane is absolutely furious because he can’t tell anyone that none of these women got to keep him. He is the only one who’s gotten to call Ilya his. He is the only person Ilya’s been in love with.
Anyway, after the next Boston/Montreal game Ilya shows up to practice genuinely looking like he’s been mauled. His entire body is covered in hickeys and bruises that look suspiciously like bite marks - his neck is basically covered in purpling marks with a fair few centred on his chest but a couple of the bruises trail further down, one on his pubic bone, a couple on his thighs, and the darkest one on his hip, a large circle of clear teeth marks - not only that but his back has been practically scratched to ribbons. Ilya is basically a walking sign spelling out “TAKEN - BACK OFF” and when the gossip of Ilya Rozanov apparently having been locked down by a wild animal reaches the Montreal locker room Shane can’t help the proud little smile that blooms on his face because, yes, that’s his man.
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Steve has a migraine and a good boyfriend (Eddie). That’s it. That’s the fic.
“What the hell are you doing?” Steve asks. Eddie is unfolding a lawn chair and sitting down on it with a beer.
“Keeping you company.”
“While I wash my truck?” It has been sitting out for more than a week now, and he had been camping outside before that, it was due for a good washing, even if it was useless right now. “What about helping?”
“That would defeat the whole purpose.”
“Which is?”
“Enjoying the view.”
Eddie lets out a squawk when Steve gets him with the hose.
if you are not reading the road back to you then what are you doing?
ODED FEHR as Ardeth Bay The Mummy (1999)