PROFESSORS, and why they rock the shit

laymee — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:11:03 +0000

Oh dear. Right, so…there’s this gentleman I most recently referred to in post. Effbit has quite appropriately named him The Professor. He is, in fact, a professor; at my alma mater nonetheless but I didn’t know him then. But I likely would’ve had several highly inappropriate fantasies about him at the time, thus ending up with a less than impressive B- and nothing near the interest level from him that I’ve since garnered through sheer bloody hard work. Said hard work consists of leaking said crush to Effbit, who approved and then spread the word to appropriate parties in the neighborhood. I’m convinced it’s a combination of Effbit muscle and….well, ok, prolly just all that, but shit is so on like Donkey Kong and I am TEH WORST at Donkey Kong

And at this point I must OF COURSE reference the HP7p2. Because our professor is the fucking star. He’s finally revealed as the end-all be-all of the entire goddamn series. And I know the super fans have seen the Empire ad where Mr Rickman makes one of the very few references to playing a fictional wizard that he’s ever made over the course of the past 10 years. And it’s shattering, because of course now we all know what JKR told him, what she gave him as the one simple key to his character that NO ONE ELSE KNEW ABOUT. And this is why we love the Rickman. And fucking does, and unrequited love and FUCK YOU TWILIGHT.

So, yeah. There’s this other professor. And he’s from the motherland, and he’s older, and intelligent and #foxytome and shit is SO ON.

That is all.

Damn you, blasted muse (and HP7 trailer WHAT)

laymee — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 03:14:51 +0000

And no, that’s not a riff on vamp-friendly stadium rockers. Because those guys totally rock, especially now that the lead guy has realized he will never be Thom Yorke. No, this time I am damning the muse, the spark that makes fanvids far more fascinating to make than watch (for me anyway) (except for some of them); the little glitch in the brain that’s all, HEYFREAKYOUNEEDTOMAKETHISCUZITWOULDKICKREALDICK, and I’m all, whoa simmer, before I do in fact make it and it does in fact kick dick for real (for me anyway); the wick I can’t seem to fucking light these days. That’s what I get for quitting smoking. How DID Stella get her groove back? Did anyone watch that shit, and can you tell me how it ended? Or even better, I’ll take requests. Anything. That horse is getting bigger and bigger and I am not known for my jumping.

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PROFESSORS, and why they rock the shit

Damn you, blasted muse (and HP7 trailer WHAT)