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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-29 09:35 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-29 09:35 am
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An open letter to Mr. Paul Gross.
Dear Mr. Gross,
I love hot apple cider. This is an inate sort of knowledge, a kind of knowledge I have, and carry around with me, and the sort of knowledge that doesn't need any further proof in my mind. I love hot apple cider. But, see, I tend to forget just how much I love apple cider, and why. I forget to the extent that whenever I do have hot apple cider - steaming, sweet, just the right amount of tart, with two cinnamon sticks to complete the taste seduction that happens in my mouth - I am always newly surprised by the extent of my love for hot apple cider. And it is always a good surprise, a lovely surprise, in fact, because hot apple cider fills me with a lot of joy.
You, Mr. Gross, are like hot apple cider to me. I know, I always know, that I love you. Oh, I know, I tend to tease and mock you (and can you blame me, I mean, you've seen "Voodoo", I am certain, more than once or even three or twenty times), but believe me when I say, I mock because I love. And so I love, and mock, and adore, and tease, and then, I watch a new episode of "Slings & Arrows", and Mr. Gross, my heart falls for you anew each and every single time, and I remember - really remember - why I loved you so much in the first place.
You will forgive me if I use a term that your character has mocked, at least in this particular context - and was very right to! - when I say that you are perfect. You are more than perfect. You are a wonder, a whirlwind of talent, you, Mr. Gross, are indescribable. You break my heart with a twitch of an eyebrow, or even just a stare. You make my blood pound harder just by delivering a line so stunningly in tune with everything around you, I can't help but flail my hands and scream that YES, this is what life is about.
I don't think you will disagree with me when I propose that, despite everything that you have done - and done well, of course, done more than 'well' - the role of Geoffrey Tennant is your Magnum Opus. It is the role with which you have achieved such heights of spirit and emotion and genius and truth, that I fail to find the proper words to describe you the way you truly deserve to be described. I can't even be silent when watching you on screen anymore, because the exclamations just burst out, unable to be contained. I tend to close the door when I watch you as Geoffrey Tennant.
And so I wait, with trepidation, for the new episodes of "Slings & Arrows", wondering just how much more you can take me by surprise and make me fall in love with you, because it happens more and more each time. I would ask you to have pity on my poor little heart and maybe stop being so brilliant, but on the other hand, my poor little heart can take it. Please. Be more brilliant. Be as brilliant as you like. Apparently, you have previously untapped reserves of brilliance, and you shine more and more each time I see you. And for that - I thank you.
And, while I'm certain this offer will be met with dead silence and maybe just a hint of smugness, I ask you, Mr. Gross: please let me blow you. Because, out of all the various reactions of intellectual stimulation and emotional turbulence that your portrayal of Geoffrey Tennant provides, the one that resonates the loudest and rattles around in my head the longest is the deep, strong desire to suck your cock. You gorgeous, talented, amazing man, you.
Sincerely,
Liz
P.S. Yes. I feel your smug smile from across the border. Feel absolutely free.
I love hot apple cider. This is an inate sort of knowledge, a kind of knowledge I have, and carry around with me, and the sort of knowledge that doesn't need any further proof in my mind. I love hot apple cider. But, see, I tend to forget just how much I love apple cider, and why. I forget to the extent that whenever I do have hot apple cider - steaming, sweet, just the right amount of tart, with two cinnamon sticks to complete the taste seduction that happens in my mouth - I am always newly surprised by the extent of my love for hot apple cider. And it is always a good surprise, a lovely surprise, in fact, because hot apple cider fills me with a lot of joy.
You, Mr. Gross, are like hot apple cider to me. I know, I always know, that I love you. Oh, I know, I tend to tease and mock you (and can you blame me, I mean, you've seen "Voodoo", I am certain, more than once or even three or twenty times), but believe me when I say, I mock because I love. And so I love, and mock, and adore, and tease, and then, I watch a new episode of "Slings & Arrows", and Mr. Gross, my heart falls for you anew each and every single time, and I remember - really remember - why I loved you so much in the first place.
You will forgive me if I use a term that your character has mocked, at least in this particular context - and was very right to! - when I say that you are perfect. You are more than perfect. You are a wonder, a whirlwind of talent, you, Mr. Gross, are indescribable. You break my heart with a twitch of an eyebrow, or even just a stare. You make my blood pound harder just by delivering a line so stunningly in tune with everything around you, I can't help but flail my hands and scream that YES, this is what life is about.
I don't think you will disagree with me when I propose that, despite everything that you have done - and done well, of course, done more than 'well' - the role of Geoffrey Tennant is your Magnum Opus. It is the role with which you have achieved such heights of spirit and emotion and genius and truth, that I fail to find the proper words to describe you the way you truly deserve to be described. I can't even be silent when watching you on screen anymore, because the exclamations just burst out, unable to be contained. I tend to close the door when I watch you as Geoffrey Tennant.
And so I wait, with trepidation, for the new episodes of "Slings & Arrows", wondering just how much more you can take me by surprise and make me fall in love with you, because it happens more and more each time. I would ask you to have pity on my poor little heart and maybe stop being so brilliant, but on the other hand, my poor little heart can take it. Please. Be more brilliant. Be as brilliant as you like. Apparently, you have previously untapped reserves of brilliance, and you shine more and more each time I see you. And for that - I thank you.
And, while I'm certain this offer will be met with dead silence and maybe just a hint of smugness, I ask you, Mr. Gross: please let me blow you. Because, out of all the various reactions of intellectual stimulation and emotional turbulence that your portrayal of Geoffrey Tennant provides, the one that resonates the loudest and rattles around in my head the longest is the deep, strong desire to suck your cock. You gorgeous, talented, amazing man, you.
Sincerely,
Liz
P.S. Yes. I feel your smug smile from across the border. Feel absolutely free.