June 2012
punkrockmuffinatrix replied to your post: I’m having a glass of wine - well, okay, it’s not…
I need to start collecting little gifs like that. Can you recommend any sources?
I am indebted to the creative folks of Clann McGann — check the Paul McGann tag, as the artists in the bunch put them up with some frequency, free for adopting. Mondays are an especially useful day for that, as they’re declared “McGann Mondays” and people get enthusiastic. If you want gifs featuring other people… check the tag, there’s probably someone doing the same.
I’ve got several Bush gifs over here, though the post hasn’t been updated for a while.
Dear C. S. Forester,
Seriously, could Lieutenant Hornblower read any MORE like a romance novel?
There is no way you’re going to convince me Bush isn’t more than a little in love with Horatio now. And probably vice versa. I’m sorry.
On the plus side, you just gained a new fan…
Love,
A reader
YESSSS
May 2012
captnbunny replied to your photoset
thank you, I’m going to listen to this song for the rest of the day now XD
I once translated it into Dutch. But translating it into McGannite might only make it creepier.
#paul you got it going oh-on#that’s the conclusion that we’ve come to #don’t run away paul we really love you
come on Paul, help us out now
Paul you’ve got it going on-on
Paul: I’ve got it going on
omg brain leave me alone
- Me: I hope nothing bad happens to my favorite character
- JK Rowling: lol
- Steven Moffat: lol
- Mark Gatiss: lol
- Suzanne Collins: lol
- Veronica Roth: lol
- Victor Hugo: lol
- Joss Whedon: lol
- Ekaterina Sedia: lol
- CS Forester: lol
- Marwood: What about whatshisname?
- Withnail: What about him?
- Marwood: Why don't you give him a call?
- Withnail: What for?
- Marwood: Ask him about his house.
- Withnail: You want me to call whatshisname and ask him about his house?
- Marwood: Why not?
- Withnail: All right. What's his number?
- Marwood: I've no idea. I've never met him.
- Withnail: Well neither have I. What the fuck are you talking about?
“Hotspur settled sweetly on her new course. Hornblower was growing intimate with her ways, like a bridegroom learning about his bride. No, that was an unlucky simile, to be discarded instantly. He hoped that he and Hotspur were better suited to each other than he and Maria. And he must think about something else.”
—Hornblower and the “Hotspur” (via my-hearts-require-tea)
