I had stuff to do today
aaaaand I've done barely any of it.
oh well.
oh on a sidenote?
I had a dream last night that I was buying more glow-in-the-dark-stars and this guy tried to sell me some for £100. I replied "yeah no thanks." -glad to know I still have common sense whilst dreaming- and then I can't remember exactly what happened but suddenly I was -sharing consciousness with/as a- male warewolf and the whole pack was running from these giant spiders that definitely were dreamt up from some sort of art. Oh, you know the blackened fingernails of the faery-eating-eyes-in-hands-guy from Pan's labyrinth? yeah their legs were those, just hellaload more spindly. So there were four of us running like mad and then one of them wasn't going to make it. He was in such a bad shape we wouldn't be able to carry him and have him still alive once we got to safety, so as we cried, we drank his blood so he'd be absorbed back into the pack? (I actually remember thinking 'how the hell do I know what flesh and large quantities of blood taste like to replicate this in a fucking dream') and I woke up saying "and thus dies beautiful Banquo" I kid you not.
also I've come to the conclusion that if JJ ever feels the need to bring Dr McCoy's daughter into the reboot, then well, fancas Caterina Scorsone ecause liquid-eyes genes.
I swear my favourite part of The Irrefutable Truth About Demons was Karl-liquid-eyes-Urban:
and damnit I can't find any images of her pouty/crying scene with Carpenter, (because it's adorable and shows what I mean so much better) but yes she'd be pretty perrf.
.
aaaaand whilst we're on the whole picture thing, halp I accidentally Daniel Craig smoking.
I'm not allowed to like him because my mom loves him (so that'd be kinda weird) but
oh well.
oh on a sidenote?
I had a dream last night that I was buying more glow-in-the-dark-stars and this guy tried to sell me some for £100. I replied "yeah no thanks." -glad to know I still have common sense whilst dreaming- and then I can't remember exactly what happened but suddenly I was -sharing consciousness with/as a- male warewolf and the whole pack was running from these giant spiders that definitely were dreamt up from some sort of art. Oh, you know the blackened fingernails of the faery-eating-eyes-in-hands-guy from Pan's labyrinth? yeah their legs were those, just hellaload more spindly. So there were four of us running like mad and then one of them wasn't going to make it. He was in such a bad shape we wouldn't be able to carry him and have him still alive once we got to safety, so as we cried, we drank his blood so he'd be absorbed back into the pack? (I actually remember thinking 'how the hell do I know what flesh and large quantities of blood taste like to replicate this in a fucking dream') and I woke up saying "and thus dies beautiful Banquo" I kid you not.
also I've come to the conclusion that if JJ ever feels the need to bring Dr McCoy's daughter into the reboot, then well, fancas Caterina Scorsone ecause liquid-eyes genes.
I swear my favourite part of The Irrefutable Truth About Demons was Karl-liquid-eyes-Urban:
and damnit I can't find any images of her pouty/crying scene with Carpenter, (because it's adorable and shows what I mean so much better) but yes she'd be pretty perrf.
.
aaaaand whilst we're on the whole picture thing, halp I accidentally Daniel Craig smoking.
I'm not allowed to like him because my mom loves him (so that'd be kinda weird) but