What he says is so true
What he says is so true
♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YVONNE STRAHOVSKI! 30-07-1982 ♥
"One of the most endearing things about Yvonne is that she really is just this rugged tomboy character from Australia who is able to embody that glam, geeky, nerdy thing." - Adam Baldwin
Happy 32nd Birthday Yvonne Strahovski - 30.07.1982
HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY, Emily Bett Rickards! (Don’t forget to vote for her in Teen Choice Awards as “Female Breakout Star”)
Happy 32nd Birthday Yvonne Strahovski :-)
@JimHalterman Yes.This happened tonight at websdcc party.@emilybett @amellywood (x)
What a great message. I wish all characters were this nice. Does anyone know what this is from?
this is Joff Baratheon, from Game of Trones. He’s actually one of the only truly likeable characters in the series - he gets onto the throne way too young but makes a really good go of being a fair and kind ruler. He has a relationship with a girl earlier that’s not this one but due to circumstances that are spoilers, they have to split up and he deal with it in a really mature inspiring way that you don’t get to see much in TV shows these days. Here he is at his wedding to this new girl, Maegery, and it’s one of the most beautiful episodes of the show so far, actually.
LAUGHING SO HARD RN
“This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening.” Felicity punctuated each sentence with her forehead, though it was kind of starting to hurt, banging it against the Nerd Herd desk. “This is not happening.” She hit her head again.
A bell rang disturbingly close to her left ear. Immediately, she reached out and grabbed Nyssa’s hand. “Really not the time, Ny—”
It occurred to her that the hand she was holding was distinctly not feminine. Wary panic flooded her as she groped to double-check. Maybe Nyssa had just switched moisturizers.
Dread made Felicity’s eyes snap open and she lurched upright. That was definitely not Nyssa standing on the other side of the desk, unless Nyssa had somehow become a very tall, very muscle-y and scruffy man with the most perfect blue eyes ever.
“Uh,” Felicity said, doing her best to keep her lunch down.
Chuck adjusted his laptop bag as he stepped off of the elevator, the cool air of the parking garage hitting him like a shocking wall. He’d have to bust out the warmer jacket soon, for sure, but for now he hurried for the little pill-colored car the company had issued him on his first day, since he sometimes did off-site repairs. Lichtenstein Consolidated’s logo was rather glaringly huge on the side, and the red and white design looked like one of those Tide gel capsules Ellie sometimes put in the laundry, but Chuck was just grateful he didn’t actually have to worry about getting a car yet. MIT did not come cheap.
He was the latest one at the office, of course. He was always the last to leave, but Johnson’s computer had been acting up, and Chuck knew the VP had a meeting in the morning. His supervisor would take credit—Big Mike always did—which burned a little. Chuck just wanted to go home, put on some Guitar Shredder and drink a really nice bottle of wine, and forget all about his miserable, miserable day.