You will cry from laughing so hard. As noted to my friend KQ, if nothing else, Kristen and I have two things in common: a lazy eye and the same emotional scale. I see sloths at the zoo all of the time, although I’ve never gotten to hang out with one.
Also, HOW IS ONE PERSON SO FREAKING ADORABLE?!
Pluto e Proserpina (Pluto and Persephone)
By far, my favorite piece of almost all Italian art by my favorite Italian artist, Bernini. And to think, this was done with marble, 400 years ago, by a man of only 23 years.
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KRISTEN: So the day of my birthday we’re sitting in the living room and we hear a knock at the door, and he [Dax] says, “Your present’s here, why don’t you go grab the dogs and go in the back room.” And I had no context for knowing what it was. But I grab the dogs, walk into the back room of the house, and I was immediately overcome and I thought there’s a sloth here. There’s a sloth here, it’s close, it’s gonna happen! And I didn’t know how to process that because my entire life had been waiting for this moment where I would get to interact - I’m serious! - with a sloth. And I, first thing you should know about me: if I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying. If it’s too sad, if I’m too excited. Always. […] So I am sitting on my bed knowing that a sloth is here. I start to have a full-fledged panic attack. I don’t know how to compete with all this emotion so I just kind of crawl up on the bed and I’m crying so hard and Dax knocks on the door and he has a video camera like, “SURPRISE! I want you to come out into the — are you alright?!” And sees me basically fetal on the bed.
ELLEN: I think you brought a little footage of that, I cannot wait to see it.
KRISTEN: I did. It’s worth watching ‘cause it’s embarrassing, so we can take a look.
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
Mulder/Scully; Season Six
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But the idea of going to work tomorrow (er, today) makes me want to throw up.
Who kidnapped Mrs Hudson????
You know, I am the first to admit that I tend to notice the wierdest shit, but this one takes the biscuit.
In the graveyard scene, as Mrs Hudson walks away, she pauses for a moment, turns to look back at John, and then as she turns away again, a mysterious hand shoots out and drags her behind a grave stone.
as ian hallard said
DID YOU SEE THE MRS HUDSON CLUE
WHSTHES UTHRSDGH ASDKGCNF
O.o I actually did notice that, slightly, the first time I saw it but I brushed it away and figured it was someone else from the funeral putting their arm around her and leading her home.
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and this tied in with the bit after her rage where she looks straight up at where Sherlock is standing, and makes shushy gestures
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I NOTICED THE SHUSHY GESTURE WITH THE SMILE BUT I DIDN’T REALLY REGISTER IT. Y’KNOW? BUT I SURE AS HELL DIDN’T NOTICE THE HAND WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DFHJBSDHJFS.
It could be Moffat screwing with us again. Like the possible TARDIS in Hounds or the Angel Statue in that same graveyard. Or, perhaps, it is a clue after all
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“I was very small, about 3 or 4 I think, and just wanted to be the people on telly telling these wonderful stories. Obviously the idea grew and matured with me but I can’t ever remember wanting to do anything else. I’ve just sort of taken it for granted all my life that that was what I would do.” - David Tennant
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