The wank… THE WANK…!

The Doctor has landed the TARDIS.

Angela Lansbury has been invited to a wedding.

Lois Lane is doing a story.

Darren Cross of A Very Potter Musical has been cast on Glee. As Kurt's boyfriend.

My sister is coming over for the weekend

And I need to get The Village from Netflix for a college course she's taking.

...what kind of sick man makes his students watch The Village?

So over this

I hate asking for help with something and getting yelled at. Yeah, if I didn't need help, I wouldn't be asking.

Smallville fic: Apocalypse's End (4/8)

Title: Apocalypse's End
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,588
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis.
Author's notes: Takes place after season nine. Betaed by nonky
Previous: 3/8
Next: 5/8
Summary: Davis can never make up for what he's done. But maybe he can earn the fact that he's still alive.

( When you wake up, the sun is high in the sky. You were more tired than you had thought. There's a room service cart in front of the door. In it are three changes of clothes. They're all your size. You wonder if Chloe learned your measurements when she and the other you were on the run. There's also breakfast. Donuts and milk. Maybe an apology. )

Nope, not done spamming you yet

So I'm watching the next disc of Life and I notice Deborah Ann Woll in the credits! So I'm like, holy shit, Damian Lewis, Christina Hendricks, and now Ms. Jessica Hamby! How many gorgeous redheads can be in this before they just start calling the show "Firecrotches Vs. Crime"? (Don't lie, you'd watch it.) But then she shows up and I see this...


Not even VIGILANTE JUSTICE can make this sex-ay.

WHAT IS THIS STRAWBERRY BLONDE HORSESHIT? WHY WOULD YOU--

Nnnngh---

It's gone! Her control over my libido... lifted! I'm free! Free of Deborah Ann Woll's sexy, sexy control! I hope Emma Stone plays MJ in the next Spider-Man movie! Ha!