I’m sitting here reading all these replies and feeling so lucky I haven’t had an experience like this, and then I read yours and realize I have! It wasn’t as direct as your experience, and I never got any confirmation on the news or anything, but he was a creepy dude on the NYC subway so it reminded me.

Right? It’s about time the tables have been turned.

My great aunt was the same, except she kept all of her money in her apartment (except for the $2,000 she carried everywhere with her in a tote bag). By the time she died, she was senile and living in squalid conditions. Most of the cash had been eaten/otherwise destroyed by mice and roaches, and anything salvageable…

I do this all the time as a not-pregnant-just-generally-absentminded person. I needed an exterminator a few months ago but couldn’t remember the word, so I asked for a “bug executioner”. Just the other day I suggested doing “computer food” for dinner. I meant Seamless.

I read an article yesterday saying someone from Broccoli’s camp was now calling Tom “uncastable” after this stunt, that actors who play Bond need to have “an air of mystery” about them, which Tom has completely lost. So if his plan with this was to win him the role, then yikes!, it backfired spectacularly.

Publicity. He’s gay and she’s a serial beard. He needs to look straight to be James Bond and she gets fodder for her next album, which will include lyrics containing references to lightning strikes and villains, among other unsubtle Thor references.

A crucial phrase is missing from your transcript of his monologue:

I used to live in Peckham! The gentrification process had just really taken hold when I left. So many brunch places now!

I lived there for 2 and a half years and there are still things I haven’t done. I’m itching to go back every second of every day.

“Being the meanest is his job.” I love this aspect of Louis. He’s got a for real Napoleon complex that I fully support. I once heard someone he went to school with describe him thusly: “As flamboyant as he seems and little bit sinister.” A LITTLE BIT SINISTER. Perfection.

COLD. But accurate.

I look at the flight attendants, too! If they’re cool, I’m cool. And I have to have a window seat so I can make sure the ground isn’t getting any closer until it’s supposed to. In the event of terrible turbulence, I tell myself that, if I die, I’ll finally get to meet River Phoenix. It actually kind of helps.

Sometimes it helps if you stick the tape to your skin first, then put it on your nails. The oils and disgustingness from your skin makes the tape a little less sticky, so it stays in place but doesn’t take the base coat with it. Or just get shittier tape.

Me, too! I really loved the color my nails were painted (just standard issue OPI, no gel here) but I wanted to change it up so I went for the gold striping tape. Didn’t last the day. Top coat helped it a little, but not much. And whatever you do, for christ’s sake, don’t take a shower!!! Nothing makes it out of the…

AO3 is so, so dangerous. I’ve discovered I’m a bit of a Ziam fan thanks to AO3, but I def get where the Zarry girls are coming from. I’ve legit never seen Harry so blatantly want to fuck someone, and dude is not a good actor, so you know that ish is real.

Literally the first thing I noticed in the picture. Must see it properly!

UM

Dude, Jezebel. Get off Zayn’s jock.

Smithy Red Nose Day bits are some of my favorite things. Smithy Meets the England Team was like wish fulfillment. All I've ever wanted is to yell at England and then give an inspiring speech.

Oh I figured (trizayngle alone is proof of that), it was more a directive to the general population to get onboard the Zayn train.