So, you have found my blog once again. Cookie for you. My name is Dr. Horrible. I am a proud member of the Evil league of Evil and still in the process of taking over the world because the world's still a mess and I just...need to rule it.
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((Independent Role Playing account. Slightly AU and multiverse. Please read the about page/headcanons first!! I am not Neil Patrick Harris and I do not own Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. That belongs to one of the gods of the world, Joss Whedon))
Fangirl Challenge - 20 Favourite Actors (in no particular order)
[16/20] Neil Patrick Harris
“If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice”
“Sure cake sounds good.”
“Great.” Billy give a faint smile as he sat his slice aside before heading over to cut another slice of chocolate fudge cake with butter-cream vanilla frosting and he sets it on an extra plate with a fork before handing it to her. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Willow replied taking it with a smile. “So how has your day been?”
“Anytime,” Billy shrugged slightly as he ate a bite of his slice. “My day’s been…alright. And yours?”
“I want to do great thing, you know? I want to be an achiever, like Bad Horse.”
“The thoroughbred of sin?”
“I meant… Gandhi.”
- ✉: For one thing no one else knows.
- ✎: For two confessions from my muse to yours.
- ♥: For three people I could never live without.
- ϟ: For four turn ons regarding your muse.
- ☂: For five things that make my muse sad.
- ★: For my muse's biggest accomplishment.
- ∞: For something/someone I love infinitely.
- ☯: For something that keeps my muse calm in a moment of weakness.
- ♪: For my muse's theme song.
↳ Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) // Patrick Stump
Depression is a little bit like happy hour, right?
it’s gotta be happening somewhere on any given night
…
“Hey.”
“Hey, Willow.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Not really I guess…” He gestured to the plate of the half eaten slice he had. “You want a piece? Made it myself.”
“Sure cake sounds good.”
“Great.” Billy give a faint smile as he sat his slice aside before heading over to cut another slice of chocolate fudge cake with butter-cream vanilla frosting and he sets it on an extra plate with a fork before handing it to her. “Here you go.”
…
“Hey.”
“Hey, Willow.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Not really I guess…” He gestured to the plate of the half eaten slice he had. “You want a piece? Made it myself.”
…
“Hey.”
“Hey, Willow.”
SEND ME A ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIV E YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT
