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Charles Dance fanboying about Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith

Queens of Awesome

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DRAGONS: a compilation

part 2/?

part 1



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I reblog this every time it pops up, because there’s something so comforting about it.

Obviously a long and comfortable acquaintance with these two. The cat barely notices the rabbit, and rabbits only flop over like that when they feel relaxed and safe. The rabbit is literally trusting that cat with his life.

I am dead.

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Seal jumps on duck hunter’s boat and wants to cuddle X

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In times of internal strife, such as when I am walking home through town after work, I tend to anthropomorphize my legs. Is that the right word? I’m not sure. Either way, I assign them a certain degree of sentience and personality.

Individually, I might add; the being I imagine carrying me along is not both of them, but rather each leg is itself someone or something, and they work together to carry me along, some sort of vehicle onto which the rest of me has been grafted.

When the incoherent screaming in my head reaches its peak I try and shape it into something more useful, or at least more controllable. ‘Faster!’ I yell downwards inside my skull ‘Faster legs faster! Take me away from these people!’.

Unfortunately, when I am walking alone I have only one speed, and that is the fastest I can go, so while I may want to go even faster and while my noble steeds may be willing, they are unable. So it is all for naught. I keep going the same speed, and people continue to be around me. The screaming continues, albeit slightly subdued.

But it feels better to do something then to do nothing, and I end up home sooner or later anyway, so what’s the harm?


Gotta say, this whole soundtrack is pure distilled nostalgia for me. In fact, all of the C&C music is (The RA2 soundtrack is also really, really good; go go Frank Klepacki!)