darkslash: *headdesk* I'd start a petition to surgically remove the typing fingers of wanky HP fans, but what would I do with five million fingers?merrymelody: I'm also a Ron/Scabbers shipper, so they just better keep in 'I let you sleep in my bed!' or else my enjoyment of the finished article will be vastly decreased!Oh, and I completely forgot Michael Clarke Duncan and Ben Affleck shared screen time in [Armageddon]. Hell, they were practically alone in that mooncar thingy. Well, Peter Stormare was there, but he was a killer in Fargo, so I'm sure he would have politely looked away while Michael and Ben entered a murder-suicide pact to save us all from Daredevil. Because that, my friends, was the real Armageddon. (Or at least, it felt that way in the theater. Until Jennifer Garner's breasts came on screen. Not that I was looking or anything, we just had a very nice conversation of Affleck cooties and how they felt so very skeeved.)
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