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I almost forgot to say, but, guys: RONON IS IN MY TUESDAY/THURSDAY ENGLISH CLASS. It was really awkward, because I kept blatantly staring at him across the room and he kept fidgeting because he probably thought I wanted to eat him/sex him up, but he had the hair and the face and everything.
He was like a mini-version of Ronon IN KHAKIS. *flails*
Who will write me the Ronon-as-a-librarian fic that I am so desperately craving now? Girls crowding into the university library just to hear him say, "Second floor, non-fiction," in that rumbling purr of his. He can wear glasses sometimes! And sweater-vests! Radek, a Russian professor who often finds himself needing large tombs taking down from the top shelf, marvels at the fact that Ronon can find sweater-vests that large! Cue the violins!
He was like a mini-version of Ronon IN KHAKIS. *flails*
Who will write me the Ronon-as-a-librarian fic that I am so desperately craving now? Girls crowding into the university library just to hear him say, "Second floor, non-fiction," in that rumbling purr of his. He can wear glasses sometimes! And sweater-vests! Radek, a Russian professor who often finds himself needing large tombs taking down from the top shelf, marvels at the fact that Ronon can find sweater-vests that large! Cue the violins!
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