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ANOTHER SLAMMERINO!
you know, i'm kind of amazed that it took a very cheesy, very silly 80s crime freak-of-the-week-type cop teevee show to make me fall in love with johnny depp.
then again, baby face. hee.
OMFG HART. watched my favourite episode again last night. as well as pretty much all the episodes leading up to that (to catch mary up), including one whereyohnny hanson is wearing a baby pink polo shirt and a lemon yellow cardigan (with the token toight jeans) and pinhole picks him up and sits him on the table. and then laments the terrible fact that hanson is a bowler, oh how terribly daggy i need to convert you, then ends up sitting around watching him bowl all night anyway, fails to pick them up girls, then has breakfast with him at IHOP at 3am and turns up to work in a bowling shirt the next morning. why did i strike that out? IT'S CANON.
meanwhile, *waves to to the 300+ people reading this who are in lotrips/lotr/faculty fandoms*
then again, baby face. hee.
OMFG HART. watched my favourite episode again last night. as well as pretty much all the episodes leading up to that (to catch mary up), including one where
meanwhile, *waves to to the 300+ people reading this who are in lotrips/lotr/faculty fandoms*
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Resistance is futile...
December 2004 came and went. January 2005 came and was almost gone when he felt it. A tingle. From far away. A nascent *tingle*. Vanessa caught him at breakfast, smiling as he dunked his soldier in his runny yolk. She patted him on the head and let him be, returning to her croissant.
February. The tingle grew. The jigsaw piece was pushing up from the springy depths of his mental couch, up to the light... Three socks were crawling like wool-nylon blend caterpillars from behind the washer/dryer combo in the basement of his mind...
One day in mid-February, Vanessa found him in the bath with their daughter's rubber kangaroo in his hand, squeezing the bubbly water from it in a squeaky flow. Australia. Of course.
"She loves me," he said, simply. Vanessa leaned down and kissed his fragrant shoulder. "Of course she does, darling," she said, with some relief.
"But why did it take so long?" Johnny asked, puzzled. "Ed Wood didn't do it. Sleepy Hollow didn't. Not even *Pirates*..."
Vanessa perched on the edge of the bath; she gave a gallic shrug. "Sometimes, it just takes time. But in the end, they all fall, my love," she said, simply and Frenchly.
Johnny considered this and then nodded with dignified acceptance of a fundamental truth. Vanessa left him to soak, crisis averted.
He had just picked up the soap on the rope when he started to think - if only there wasn't that tiny little pinprick of resistance over there in Equatorial Guinea...
;)
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But its all CANON.
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thankblame you. (the pictures, oh the hair. the Depp hair! And the LOOKS!)no subject
i promise you will not regret it.
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*sniffles at neglect*
:-P