the Dalaverse

So, new plan:

Study like a mad crazy studying thing. Beat the test like it stole somethin'. Celebrate by borrowing Karen's "Angel" DVDs and writing a couple chapters of "Catch of the Day," because it's fluffy and it's Elizabeth-narrated and I've spent too much time angsting with James, dearly though I do love him.

Also, GIP, because gahh! Icon! Goofy!pirate!Will! I adore Will for a great many reasons, but I can't say I'm the hugest fan of Orlando Bloom -- I do think he's pretty, but he doesn't have the combination of pretty/sexy/risk-taking/acting chops/intriguing that, say, Johnny Depp does, at least for me. I don't turn into a puddle of quivering goo whenever he appears onscreen, and you wouldn't have to pry me off him with the jaws of life if I happened to run into him in real life (Jack Davenport, Adam Brody, Jon Stewart: beware of the Dala).

HOWEVER, I love him when he's being cute, like in this icon, or covered in chocolate powder, or making those puppy-dog eyes at Elizabeth, or doing the "arr, swash swash buckle buckle" thing.

And that was pointless. And I'm going to go study now. My studying mentality is a line from OuaTiM: "This is no time to screw the pooch because this is supposed to be the big dance number, all right?" Fuckin' A, baby.