I was a huge fan of Deadwood. When I found you, without even noticing your profile photo, I read your posts in his voice. Did you hear a Deadwood movie is in production? I was thrilled to hear it but I couldn’t tell if I was excited for the real Al Swearengen, or to hear you channeled through him.

Most important part first: yes, I did indeed hear the Deadwood movie is in production. (I hope to God they’re in the editing suite by now.) I’ve been waiting on the fucking thing for ten years, so my moribund-franchise-excitement level is somewhere between 2005’s “good for Joss, I look forward to Serenity” and 2017’s “sweet Jesus, Showtime just wrote David Lynch a blank check!”… Read the rest “I was a huge fan of Deadwood. When I found you, without even noticing your profile photo, I read your posts in his voice. Did you hear a Deadwood movie is in production? I was thrilled to hear it but I couldn’t tell if I was excited for the real Al Swearengen, or to hear you channeled through him.”

littleshakespeareanbaby:

littleshakespeareanbaby:

On a scale of 1-10, is it wrong up that I have severely romanticized the relationship between Al and Trixie and now want a relationship like that?

Okay I say this but then I remember the sad girl he replaces her with and I mean, she’s just fucking golden

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I happened to stumble upon the Netflix trailer of a show about a therapist fucking with her patients (seemingly mentally and physically). Immediately thought of that one post you wrote.

Are you referring to Gypsy? I watched the first couple eps because Naomi Watts is hot and one of my favorite actors, but it never managed to hold my attention beyond that.

With that said, I’m pretty sure I’ve written more than one post about a bad therapist.

My Fetishes?

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greedyagain:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to grasp an item on a high shelf.

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