Mark speaking for us all
remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”
he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.
he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”
i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.
rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)
Rosa, Maltese (7 y/o), 9th & 3rd Ave., New York, NY • “She’s very stubborn. She won’t do a lot of things, but she will let me brush her teeth and put her shoes on.”
Guys, I swear I’ll make a proper Yuletide recs post at some point, but this is just the best Gordon Korman’s Macdonald Hall fic I’ve ever read, and I needed to share IMMEDIATELY. Bruno/Boots, ~7600 words, it’s get-together fic, married fic, sending their kid to the hall fic, and letters home fic all rolled up into one.
I like to imagine that whenever the press ask Otabek & Yurio what their relationship is 5y down the road, Otabek just gives them a Thumbs Up
when it’s ur birthday but everyone is still congratulating victor
god georgi’s birthday is the day after victor’s? his life is literally the hardest.
merry christmas, tumblr. on this day, let’s all think about an au where victor nikiforov is an ice skating training robot who’s surprised that he’s capable of love.
all right now i’m mad at myself because i spent my insomnia last night plotting this for real.
antique-romantic
