Whoa.
All I want for Christmas is for everyone on my flist to vote for South of Nowhere and Autumn Reeser for the FF monthy polls. Please? They both deserve their own board.
Yay, Taylor/Ryan pic!spam because they are LOVE. And because it's Syd's birthday!
"Easy, girl."
"You know, in some cultures, they say if you save someone's life, you're bound to them forever."
"Oh."
"But then when he helped me with my husband, and he kissed me, it was ... like Dorothy landing in Oz; everything just popped into technicolor."
"But, uh, thanks. This was, um .... good."
"Oh, my pleasure."
"Taylor, Taylor, this, uh ... Are you wearing pajamas?"
"Oh, yes. Many people sleep better with a warm body beside them. But don't worry, it's completely non-sexual."
"Yeah, I gotta ask, though ... Is this, I mean, you don't, you don't like me, do you?"
"Um, yeah, I like you. We're friends."
"No, I meant in the, um ..."
"Oh, oh, my goodness, no. No, no, no, no. No. I just wanna pay you back and I happen to be really interested in sleep disorders."
"... Okay."
"Great. Shall we start with a massage?"
"I appreciate everything you've done, I really do, and I think you're probably right about Volchok, but I also think it's something I need to go though on my own. So, let's call it even, okay?"
"... Okay."
"Hello, Ryan."
"Taylor, you look, um ..."
"I look nice?"
"Nice, yeah, that was the word I was looking for."
"Well, so do you. Would you like to dance?"
"Actually, I'm not much of a dancer ... that's probably shocking."
"Maybe the exercise will tire you out. Not that this is therapy. We're not doing that anymore. Just, you know, fun."
"Yeah, okay."
"We did not hate you."
"Oh, you totally hated me. You were probably the President of the We Hate Taylor Club."
"I was the Secretary ... I took the notes."
"Ryan! You made a real job!"
"Uh, a pretty bad one, but I made a real joke. Thank you, but don't tell anyone ... You want a drink?"
"That'd be nice."
"Dude, just forget about it. I'm not gonna date Taylor."
"Um, I was just ... Excuse me."
"Taylor, Taylor, whoa, whoa, let me explain."
"I think you were pretty clear, Ryan. And yes, I lied when you asked me if I liked you. But ... what was I thinking? I mean, you and me. I must be totally crazy."
"You're not crazy."
"Ryan, I pretended to be a sleep therapist to seduce you."
"Well, that was crazy."
"But don't worry, because I'm sure next week I'll be totally obsessed with some guy who gives me change for parking!"
"Look, what I said has absolutely nothing to do with you, okay? It's just ..."
"What? That for the longest time all you could feel was your desire to kill Volchok, now that's gone so you feel empty, can't feel anything, least of all anything for me..."
"How do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"That. Telling me what I'm thinking before I feel it."
"Cause I think about you. You know, I want you to be happy. And ... I think that if you gave it a chance, you might feel something too."
"Taylor ..."
"Are you gonna tell me that you really like me as a friend?"
"Maybe ... How does she do that?"
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Um, I brought you some tea. I'm not trying to be your therapist again, I just thought it might help you sleep."
"Oh, thanks."
"What am I doing?"
"Whoa, hold on. Look, I gonna say something. I think you've got this idea that you're this strange person that has to trick people into liking you, and that's not true. You're, you're amazing."
"Oh my God, you just did it to me."
"Did what?"
"Said exactly what I was feeling. Well, except for the amazing part."
"Well, it's true. And honestly, you know, I wish I did feel something."
"Kiss me."
"Uh, what?"
"I think that there's something there. And I think that if you kiss me, you'll feel it too."
"Uh, I think we already did that."
"No, uh ah, you kissed me, I didn't kiss you. Come on, if you don't feel anything, I will never mention it again. That's the best deal you'll ever get, ask Seth. Just ... one kiss."
"One kiss. One kiss."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"... I'm sorry."
"... .... Whoa."
And he finally sleeps (without the help of the tea) because he finally has a reason to get up in the morning again; Taylor.
Swoon.
WATCH THE OC.
Yay, Taylor/Ryan pic!spam because they are LOVE. And because it's Syd's birthday!
"Easy, girl."
"You know, in some cultures, they say if you save someone's life, you're bound to them forever."
"Oh."
"But then when he helped me with my husband, and he kissed me, it was ... like Dorothy landing in Oz; everything just popped into technicolor."
"But, uh, thanks. This was, um .... good."
"Oh, my pleasure."
"Taylor, Taylor, this, uh ... Are you wearing pajamas?"
"Oh, yes. Many people sleep better with a warm body beside them. But don't worry, it's completely non-sexual."
"Yeah, I gotta ask, though ... Is this, I mean, you don't, you don't like me, do you?"
"Um, yeah, I like you. We're friends."
"No, I meant in the, um ..."
"Oh, oh, my goodness, no. No, no, no, no. No. I just wanna pay you back and I happen to be really interested in sleep disorders."
"... Okay."
"Great. Shall we start with a massage?"
"I appreciate everything you've done, I really do, and I think you're probably right about Volchok, but I also think it's something I need to go though on my own. So, let's call it even, okay?"
"... Okay."
"Hello, Ryan."
"Taylor, you look, um ..."
"I look nice?"
"Nice, yeah, that was the word I was looking for."
"Well, so do you. Would you like to dance?"
"Actually, I'm not much of a dancer ... that's probably shocking."
"Maybe the exercise will tire you out. Not that this is therapy. We're not doing that anymore. Just, you know, fun."
"Yeah, okay."
"We did not hate you."
"Oh, you totally hated me. You were probably the President of the We Hate Taylor Club."
"I was the Secretary ... I took the notes."
"Ryan! You made a real job!"
"Uh, a pretty bad one, but I made a real joke. Thank you, but don't tell anyone ... You want a drink?"
"That'd be nice."
"Dude, just forget about it. I'm not gonna date Taylor."
"Um, I was just ... Excuse me."
"Taylor, Taylor, whoa, whoa, let me explain."
"I think you were pretty clear, Ryan. And yes, I lied when you asked me if I liked you. But ... what was I thinking? I mean, you and me. I must be totally crazy."
"You're not crazy."
"Ryan, I pretended to be a sleep therapist to seduce you."
"Well, that was crazy."
"But don't worry, because I'm sure next week I'll be totally obsessed with some guy who gives me change for parking!"
"Look, what I said has absolutely nothing to do with you, okay? It's just ..."
"What? That for the longest time all you could feel was your desire to kill Volchok, now that's gone so you feel empty, can't feel anything, least of all anything for me..."
"How do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"That. Telling me what I'm thinking before I feel it."
"Cause I think about you. You know, I want you to be happy. And ... I think that if you gave it a chance, you might feel something too."
"Taylor ..."
"Are you gonna tell me that you really like me as a friend?"
"Maybe ... How does she do that?"
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Um, I brought you some tea. I'm not trying to be your therapist again, I just thought it might help you sleep."
"Oh, thanks."
"What am I doing?"
"Whoa, hold on. Look, I gonna say something. I think you've got this idea that you're this strange person that has to trick people into liking you, and that's not true. You're, you're amazing."
"Oh my God, you just did it to me."
"Did what?"
"Said exactly what I was feeling. Well, except for the amazing part."
"Well, it's true. And honestly, you know, I wish I did feel something."
"Kiss me."
"Uh, what?"
"I think that there's something there. And I think that if you kiss me, you'll feel it too."
"Uh, I think we already did that."
"No, uh ah, you kissed me, I didn't kiss you. Come on, if you don't feel anything, I will never mention it again. That's the best deal you'll ever get, ask Seth. Just ... one kiss."
"One kiss. One kiss."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"... I'm sorry."
"... .... Whoa."
And he finally sleeps (without the help of the tea) because he finally has a reason to get up in the morning again; Taylor.
Swoon.
WATCH THE OC.