Guess what lies ahead!

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi

the funniest thing about actors who play multiple characters in dw is that sometimes they explain it and sometimes they just don't bother. like the twelfth doctor looks exactly like that one dude he met in pompeii two regenerations ago because he chose that face on purpose. martha looks exactly like some random girl who died at canary wharf because they're cousins. there are multiple distinct characters who look exactly like clara because she entered the doctor's timestream and all that weird sci-fi nonsense. but sometimes it's just like... the second doctor has an evil mexican doppelganger for no reason. there's a weird guy from alabama in the 60s who looks exactly like steven for no reason. there's like three different guys who are all mark gatiss

did you know that you can increase the quality of your quesadilla by adding seasoning

did you know that you can decrease the quality of your quesadilla by making a tumblr post while it's cooking and burning it

i respect ppl who think frodo & sam were sucking & fucking constantly when the narrator wasn't looking. but personally i think the furthest they went was an awkward attempt at mutual handjobs one night in mordor which started as sam trying to do something anything that'd make frodo feel good & frodo insisted on doing it for sam too & sam closed his eyes & tried to imagine it was rosie cotton while frodo tried to remember the shire or focus on the texture of sam's rough hand or the unyielding heat in his own grip or think about anything other than the great burning wheel & neither of them succeeded. & frodo never got fully hard & eventually pushed sam's hand away but kept going & sam felt like he had failed & part of him wanted to push frodo's hand away too but instead he came harder than he had ever in his life & they never talked about it again

slamming the big red button on my desk labeled "bweh" over and over again to no discernible effect

caine does the slideshow for all the abstracted people and gangle screams "KAUFMO WAS ARIN HANSON?????" so loud that jax un-abstracts and climbs out of the fort shouting "HE WAS WHAT"

Monster of the Week will have you doing shit like looking up the history of bolo ties to make sure you're not doing anything too anachronistic with a time-displaced cowboy and wouldn't you know it. I was. bolo ties are way more recent than I would have thought.