Host Ellen DeGeneres speaks onstage during the Oscars at the Dolby Theatre on March 2, 2014 in Hollywood, California.
Monthly Archives: March 2014
Ha Ha Ha, oh my hg, pleas look at ragdoll cats, they are soo fluffly and beautiful
look at HOW Big and fluffy they get
please look at this lovely cat
cool fur!cool fur markings
look at the kittens. Look a t them look at
SMALL BALL OF FLUFF..
also look at how they sleep. W
April 14, 2013 (x).
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
It wasn’t nearly the gracious concession she wanted, but she let it pass. “Yes, sire.” She gave the wounded knight one last pat on the chest, then rose and mounted her horse. “If you can lift him across the saddle, I can support him. We need to stop wasting time.”
Arthur didn’t say anything to her comment but easily pushed forward. He helped to lift the man onto her horse, climbing back to his own horse and began to get the horse to trot. They were going to have to go carefully, if they wanted to get back to Camelot safely.
Once Arthur was ahead of her, Summer let her reins fall to the mare’s neck, relying on her knees for control and her hands to balance the knight. She really didn’t want to be taking him back to Camelot; his words troubled her and she couldn’t shake the conviction that trouble rode inside that helm. But Arthur was her lord; she had to obey.
She was hazily grateful when he pressed her into the chair, kneeling before her. Her fingers splayed across his scalp, flexing and gripping, before she leaned her head against the back of the chair and cried out, sharply.
She muttered, “Mountain ash,” and looked down at the slight remains of it on her hand. “What is he trying to do? What does he think I am?” Her head jerked up at the sounds. “He’s immune to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of this.” Those words were strained. Fear made a pit in her belly, but she squared her shoulders and turned to the boy. “Thank you. You’ve been more help than you realise. I suggest you run now. You might pull the fire alarm on the way out.”
“How you’re gonna—you can start by running or, I don’t know, calling the police—” Isaac’s expression shifts judgmentally in that hello? anybody home? kind of way, and he pushes her none-too-gently into the nearest hallway, the one that leads towards the science labs. “Listen, if he’s the kind of nutjob that poses a threat, we should probably get him off school property. We don’t need another serial killer scare—lure him outside; you can get to the lacrosse field if you go right at the end of that hall and through the locker rooms.”
“Because the police are going to believe that a man is hunting me for an ability nobody believes in,” she spat back over her shoulder. “What makes you think I haven’t tried those things? You’re the first person who knows anything about it to even /try/ to help — pull the fucking fire alarm or I’ll set it off myself. If I accidentally burn this place down I don’t want anyone in it!”
She skidded to a stop at the corner, looking back at Isaac. “Thanks. Stay safe.”
“My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”
” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”
“That — ” She regarded him. This had been a random act of kindness for a cute kid. What was it turning into? ” — that would be lovely. Um, a movie? Dinner? We could, um, maybe something before valentine’s day as well?” What the hell was she doing?
“How about for coffee before Valentine’s and then cooking together on Valentine’s? Or baking. Would be a lot more fun than just eating together, right? At least in my eyes.” He rambled, fingers twitching lightly, as he smiled and blinked quickly at her.
Gratefully, Summer said, “That sounds perfect. Is there anything you’re allergic to? Or, no, I have a better idea — we can meet up for coffee tomorrow evening, go grocery shopping after? For Valentine’s?”
From GQ (US) May 2013 (x).
