You’re more than welcome! I love having Cal all over my blog :) I do hope to find time to make gifs for next Saturday, but I’m super stressed at the moment and it’s probably going to get much worse in the upcoming days, so we’ll see. *hugs*
That’s it for SoP, I’m afraid. And I may have to skip next week’s scheduled spam (more on that later), soo…
I rarely say I want to be a security guard, but…
look at all the fucks i give
Right. I’m going to set aside work and watch Doctor Who. Like I need a reason to set aside work.
I may be doomed professionally and personally, but at least I have cracking good television in my near future.
[OMG guise, Exile is starting soon! Too much awesome in the space of one month.]
Shallow reaction expressed, this is one of my favorite scenes. Cal is so emotionally naked here and terrified that he’s put so much of himself out there and John Simm plays that brilliantly. And it makes me both loathe and sympathise with Anne Collins. I understand how pretty a picture Cal is painting for her, pouring out his heart in a love letter that is basically a list of all her good traits. I mean, I’d fall for that, even if I hadn’t just been screwed over by my husband. BUT. I think it’s clear early on that it’s just a fling for her and she should have stopped it here when it’s so clear that Cal (rather naively) wants more. Hence, the loathing.
How do you go from sexy to so friggin’ adorable in a millisecond?
It’s a trait he shares with David Tennant, methinks.
Oh, Cal. You can write me a love letter any time.
And here we have Cal McCaffrey, who always has a mini bottle of booze about his person.
And has lovely forearms. And the uncanny ability to look defensive, vulnerable, and cocky at the same time.
And has a brilliant “you are fucking joking” face.
Real life has distracted me from tumblr (surely it’s supposed to be the other way around, but…meh). Hopefully I’ll get around to another State of Play spam tomorrow, but here’s another Simmy gif just in case.
Noooo, wait what?
That can’t be good, can it?? o.O
Wow. Um…I think that’s a win, yes?
I got all excited because 24 Hour Party People was airing on the telly and just before John Simm’s first scene the blasted cable went out. So, methinks I shall have a glass of wine and pop in a Simm dvd. Feels like a Life on Mars night.
First though, I must shower. And even though you people don’t know what I look like, I still wouldn’t want to leave that mental image in your head (in the words of Eddie Izzard, “I wouldn’t shag me”).
So think of this:
and feel free to suggest which episode of LoM I should watch tonight.