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Dear Jared (A Reflection on “Sacrifice”)Dear Jared,
It has been almost a week...
Oh I feel you. I feel you. But, I mean some people will argue that there’s more John could have done and I don’t disagree, per say, but, shit… I...
google street view made half a cat i cant breathe
it’s the fucking middle stage of an...
“Sixsmith,
I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. I wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry - all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well.”
some guy just called my number thinking i was a male prostitute, and he started talking to me about how much he could pay me so i pulled up gunshot noises on my computer and started screaming and he panicked and hung up
911 jUST FFUCKING CALLLLED ME IA AMC LAUGHHING SO HARD I TOLD THEM THE SITUEATION AND I’M STULL FUCMKING LAUGHING BECUASE NO W HTE’YRE TRACING THE GUY TO ARREST HIM FOR TRYING TO SOLICITEA ND PAY FOR SEX
I’VE DONE A GOOD
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
“Could you, uh… could you find someone?”
Dean barely sounds like himself. His voice is a low rasp over the phone. He didn’t introduce himself in any way, didn’t say hello, didn’t call her “your highness.” But Charlie knows it’s him all the same. She can picture him standing in…
In a recent scene where Kevin had the frying pan, they had a real cast iron one and a rubber/fake one. Osric used the real one and an hour later they were blocking out the next scene and Jared kept fucking around with the pan and playing around/not paying attention….
You work with people who try to take care of themselves, and then there’s people who take care of everybody else, and Downey’s one of those guys who literally comes around and he’s taking care of everybody else, cast, crew—’How you doing?’ ‘What do you need?’
[Robert]’s selfless and he’s just a pleasure to be around and it’s fascinating to watch him work. Because through his selflessness, he also finds all these great nuggets. He’s a team player and you rise and sink by the people you surround yourself with.
Jensen singing along to “Carry On My Wayward Son” [x]
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