I’m sorry, but if you don’t act like Loki from the Trylle Series then there is no chance of me dating you. Not even a little bit.
Seamus Dever, you exceptional human.
Sadly, Dever will probably get a lot of crap for this. But he’s right. I enjoyed Firefly. I own the season (the one season) and the feature film on DVD. It was a good story that was given a raw deal by its network. But I’m completely over seeing it referenced on Castle. Seriously, let’s move on.
It’s starting to remind me of that washed up jock you see at high school reunions who refers to high school as his glory days. What’s the appropriate response to that? “That was your apex? And you haven’t done anything as good or better since then? Really? Well, that’s on you, mate. Also, saying that is deeply disrespectful to whomever you’re working with now.”
Reblogging again because that is a great way to describe it. ^
It’s honestly gotten a lot better imo and Nathan has toned it down. Only time I see him bringing it up is when he’s at a panel specifically for Firefly or when someone else brings it up.
Corrupted
Prologue : A New Toy
Graphic and summary here.She’s bored out of her mind.
This one had been too easy. All it had taken was a little threatening (a quick death too, nothing too elaborate) and he’d dropped his true love like a sack of potatoes, ready to do anything she asked as long as she let him live. She was thoroughly convinced that human beings are only ever selfish when it comes down to it but really, a little bit of a fight would have been nice. As it stands, cowards were all she had been seeing the last few days and it was getting tedious.
She leans back on her throne, lets out a deep sigh and waves him away with a flick of her hand. She had stopped listening to his pleas and effusive flattery a while ago. She is about to call for another one when she hears a commotion from the back of the room. The guards are trying to push somebody out, his voice echoing in the quiet hall.
Her guards don’t speak. She had enchanted the lot of them into silence when one of them (Graham, her mind supplies, but she shuts it down firmly) had dared to argue with her in her court. They had all lost that right the day her parents had sent her to Regina to hone her magic. They had turned her into a weapon and a weapon was all she had become.
(But not good enough to save them. Not good enough—)
*aggressively waits for a new Florence and the Machine album*