StarryEyed<3

Ahem DERP

Ho hum....

Benedict has a very good 'I just smelled something horrid' face

I don't see Martin as John anymore now that Ive watched more of his stuff <<< no double meaning intended there...

Aha yes I know, I love killing people He's BRILLIANT as Edmund. Very different to Sherlock of course, because he does his job well...

Random Edmund gifs, because oh my god

Exactly! And out of all the roles Ive seen him in I think he's the most appealing as Edmund. Well perhaps tied with Sherlock, but I almost like him better as Edmund.... :aah:

Honored godfather, With those words I begin the journal I engaged myself to keep for you- no words could be more suitable! Very well then. The place: on board the ship at last. The year: you know it. The date? Surely what matters is that it is the first day of my passage to the other side of the world; in token whereof I have this moment inscribed the number "one" at the top of this page. For what I am about to write must be a record of our first day. The month or day of the week can signify little since in our long passage from the south of Old England to the Antipodes we shall pass through the geometry of all four seasons! This very morning before I left the hall I paid a visit to my young brothers, and they were such a trial to old Dobbie! Young Lionel performed what he conceived to be an Aborigine's war dance. Young Percy lay on his back and rubbed his belly, meanwhile venting horrid groans to convey the awful results of eating me! I cuffed them both into attitudes of decent dejection, then descended again to where my mother and father were waiting. My mother- contriced a tear or two? Oh no, it was the genuine article, for there was at that point a warmth in my own bosom which might not have been thought manly. Why, even my father- We have, I believe, paid more attention to sentimental Goldsmith and Richardsom than lively old Fielding and Smollett! Your lordship would indeed have been convinced of my worth had you heard the invocations over me, as if I were a convict in irons rather than a young gentleman going to assist the governor in the administration of one of His Majesty's colonies! I felt much the better for my parents' evident feelings-and I felt the better for my own feelings too! Your godson is a good enough fellow at bottom. Recovery took him all the way down the drive, past the lodge and as far as the first turning by the mill! Well then, to resume, I am aboard. I climbed the bulging and tarry side of what once, in her young days, may have been one of Britain's formidable wooden walls. I stepped through a kind of low doorway into the darkness of some deck or other and gagged at my first breath. Good God, it was quite nauseous! There was much bustling and hustling about in an artificial twilight. A fellow who announced himself as my servant conducted me to a kind of hutch against the vessel's side, which he assured me was my cabin. He is a limping old fellow with a sharp face and a bunch of white hair on either side of it, These bunches are connected over his pate by a shining baldness. "My good man," said I, "what is this stink?" He stuck his sharp nose up and peered round as if he might see the stink in the darkness rather than nose it. "Stink, sir? What stink, sir?" "The stink," said I, my hand over my nose and mouth as I gagged, "the fetor, the stench, call it what you will!" He is a sunny fellow, this Wheeler. He smiled at me then as if the deck, close over our heads, had opened and let in some light, "Lord, sir!" said he. "You'll soon get used to that!" "I do not wish to get used to it! Where is the captain of this vessel?" ... I wrote too much didn't I. GOt carried away. But, enjoy the first two pages.

Okej How much shall I write? Oh well, perhaps the rest of the page maybe more

Oh it just gets better from there!! I'd type more but I'm pretty sure you don't want me to!

Teaser Honored godfather, With those words I begin the journal I engaged myself to keep for you- no words could be more suitable! Very well then. The place: on board the ship at last. The year: you know it. The date? Surely what matters is that it is the first day of my passage to the other side of the world; in token whereof I have this moment inscribed the number "one" at the top of this page. For what I am about to write must be a record of our first day. The month or day of the week can signify little since in our long passage from the south of Old England to the Antipodes we shall pass through the geometry of all four seasons! ~ le boring first paragraph.

Perhaps. I'm still giggling over RoP, the two or three chapters where Edmund is one desperate mofo are some of the funniest serious writings I've read He has a dry sense of humour, I love that I fangurl over this book so much now, wow.

This is solely for my enjoyment. "it has come to me in a flash! One's intelligence may march about and about a problem but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next, and it is there. If you cannot alter the place, all that is left to alter is the time!" ...

Oh yes I understand! So to rephrase for your benefit, If there isn't any reason why the characters do/think/feel the ways they do it becomes null, therefore the plot does play quite an important role. I agree, I just meant I prefer to read the thoughts behind it than the actual occurrences. Not that what happens isn't important.

Cry. It's good for you.

GAH A commercial for another Sherlock thing just came on, I'm gonna die!!!