#could happen.

[morganbritton132]

Steve: I am open book.

Robin: No, you're not. You're a closed book. You're a book with a little lock on it.

Robin: I’m your best friend and I don't even know your middle name

Steve: You've been in my wallet. It's on my driver's license.

Robin: I didn't look.

Robin: Out of privacy.

Steve:

Robin: You'll tell me when you're ready.

[b1adie]

3.4 prediction

[swallowtailed]

i was so focused on caleb backstory arc but i think i might actually be more pumped for a beau backstory arc

[hashbrownswift]

Taylor: *walks backward to avoid the paparazzi*

Taylor: *learns the moonwalk for the tour*

Taylor: It's 1989 y'all

[spyvstailor]

I had a dream last night that Daryl Dixon was driving around in a 1967 Buick Skylark just rounding up the stray dogs that got left behind during the ZA and I'm not certain, but I think Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World were there too...

[mo-boyy]

What if the person took a tissue from the Third Man bin that Jack blew his nose on, and decides to clone Jack and make an army of tall, pale musicians that destroy the internet? 

[omegatheunknown]

So here was Nathan Cullen. One man, one mic, one stool, no lectern. Just his name on the screen and him at the front of the tiered stage. He grasped at a kind of folksy drama. This wasn’t his plan, he said, to be here right now. He was going to be spending time with his wife and his two young sons. He was going to be defending his home against the lawyers who would drive a pipeline “right through the very heart of who we are.” And that—the fight over the Northern Gateway pipeline—was about so much else. He spoke of defending his fellow candidates against attack. He said things like “I fundamentally disagree with this, my friends” and “This is about family, my friends.” He smiled, then furrowed his brow. He pumped his fist slightly and built himself on repetition (“We will” this and “We will” that). He allowed that he had an idea. “There are some who like it. There are some who don’t like it,” he said. “That’s cool.” He wanted a conversation (a slight concession?). He hoped for unity. And he called his friends to seize this opportunity. “There is nothing more powerful, my friends,” he said, “then an idea who’s come.” Shortly thereafter he danced off stage to the sound of Stevie Wonder.

- Aaron Wherry (Macleans) Yes, for some reason, this is my horse in this race.