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The Cronic Procrastinator.
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how the hell did that happen
So, yeah, the secret’s out, now every person I’ve lectured can look at my age and kill me because I’m younger/not as old as they thought.
Feel free to keep thinking of myself as an 80 years old hag with a love for cats and comic books.
On unrelated news, Anders freaks me out, and not in the good way. At this rate I think it’s gonna be Isabela and me. She’s awesome.
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Reporter: I have a question to Robert and to Scarlett. Firstly to Robert, throughout Iron Man 1 and 2, Tony Stark started off as a very egotistical character but learns how to fight as a team. And so how did you approach this role, bearing in mind that kind of maturity as a human being when it comes to the Tony Stark character, and did you learn anything throughout the three movies that you made?
And to Scarlett, to get into shape for Black Widow did you have anything special to do in terms of the diet, like did you have to eat any specific food, or that sort of thing?
Scarlett: How come you get the really interesting existential question, and I get the like, “rabbit food” question?
The respect given to you if you’re a man in the entertainment business, and the respect given to you if you’re a woman in the entertainment business: all perfectly summed up in one idiotically thought out line of questioning.
(Source: villa-kulla)
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A 2ch thread from December 2011 about… um…
Well, about confusion, we’ll say.Oh man, oh man.
(Source: morinogorira.seesaa.net)
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Eilis never visited him by any choice of her own.
They were strangers living on the same small island, in the same crumbling keep, with the same demented mother. They shared half a name and a dead father, but not words. The last time they spoke, she was thirteen. He was twenty-two. She was approaching sixteen now, though her cheeks were just as round and her eyes were just as black on a normal day. That day, though, the day she finally chose to seek him out again, her cheeks were streaked with tears and her eyes were red.
She didn’t explain herself. She simply barged into his room beside the kitchens, holding her wrist with a trembling hand, and hurried over to him. Not even a hand twice the size of hers would be able to conceal the angry red welts on her skin. The burn was a terrible thing, and he was on his feet in all of a moment to meet her halfway across the room.
“What happened?” he asked her. He reached out to move her hand away from the wound, but stopped before he touched her, fingers twitching in the empty space between them. His eyes went to hers for permission; she wasn’t looking at him. “Do you… want me to help?”
“You can’t tell mother.”This is really good. Really good.
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As an early birthday present to myself. I shouldn’t have, really, considering that I have to save every penny for my trip to Europe on July, buuuuut….
I BLAME YOU GUYS. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT.
Anyways, I am ready for this shit.
(That’s my battle armor. No, really.)
Well, I mean, as soon as it finishes downloading. Which shall take FOREVER. C’mon, DA2, stop saying “69% complete”. I want to play already!
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