angela is perfect

A Perfect Valentines Day for Some Meihem

(I struggled to get all this done today while moving, so I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed! Happy Valentines!)


Roadhog was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet in the junkers’ crowded little bathroom, reading another of his old paperback novels. His drooping gaze scanned it as hurriedly as he could, knowing full well that this was likely the only chance to get to read this particular novel before it was ruined. The book was already burnt on the edges and starting to bend and break from the elements, and now it was discentigrating before his very eyes, spattered with water and wilting from steam. As another splash arced his way, he lifted the book up towards the ceiling and tried to keep reading.

“She’s gonna love this, Roadie! A clean, fresh bloke for Valentines Day! You know how many kisses I’m gonna get today? Yeah, she won’t be able to resist all them primal lady urges when she sees all this!” Junkrat sat on his plastic stool in the middle of the shower, bombarding himself with scalding water as he leaned to fill his up his purloined tupperware container and dumped it over his head. He was looking a bit more like a drowned rat than a junk rat, wild swathes of blond hair now sopping wet and drooping all over his head, stuck in a rather grotesque manner across his eyes and face. He was hunched over like a gargoyle on his chair, using his remaining limbs to awkwardly maneuver himself as the water flowing down his body came away black and gray, swirling down a drain that was already bubbling and threatening to clog. Again.

“She probably won’t recognize you,” Hog grunted, lifting his book again as Junkrat filled up his container and missed as he tried to douse himself.

“That’s cause I’m a new man! This is gonna blrlrb-” He doubled over in a fit of coughing as he threw water directly into his own face whilst trying to talk, sputtering loudly before continuing on. “This is gonna be perfect, a real gentleman’s-type holiday. It’s gotta be classy. Okay, hand me all them bottles. We’re gonna turn this Junkrat into a Hunkrat. Okay, how do I… Oi, Roadie, what’s the difference between shampoo and conditioner?”

Hog shrugged.

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  • Sweets: I'm not as innocent as you might think.
  • Angela: You have this bourgeois notion...
  • Sweets: *scoffs* Bourgeois?
  • Angela: ...that in order for love to be real it has to be permanent. Nothing is permanent. That's just a fact. We move in and out of loving other people, but that doesn't make the love any less real.
  • Sweets: Mm-hmm, perhaps you're saying this because you've never met the love of your life.
  • Angela: I have, actually. Many times.
  • Sweets: Fine. It seems to me that you always leave yourself an escape hatch in your relationships. Because you're afraid of commitment.
  • Angela: Nice try. But no. Actually, I commit to every person I love.
  • Sweets: You marry a man and then conveniently forget that you married him, because you got zonked on Kava Kava. That compromises your relationship with Hodgins so that ends, along with the marriage. Now you say you have these intense feelings for an ex-lover whose heart you've already broken. Don't you see the potential disaster here?
  • Angela: Look, you said that without the possibility of pain, there can be no joy, no real love.
  • Sweets: I said that? *tries to remember* That's beautiful.
  • Angela: Look...I don't want to hurt Roxie again.
  • Sweets: Then don't. Don't! Put her welfare first. Let Roxie decide if she's ready to pursue this relationship.
  • Angela: *nods* Okay. And what if she doesn't?
  • Sweets: Then, I'm afraid you'll have to live with that pain.
  • Angela: *sighs*

50 heroines I’d like to watch getting their own solo movie before another white male with superpowers

9/50 ⇨ Natalie Dormer as Angela (Marvel)

I love the office. I like watching it for a lot of reasons, its just a show that can make me calm within the opening scene. I appreciate shows that could put a grin on my face or even make me laugh until I burst into laughter tears. A show that can also make me cry like a baby. Every episode has a special place in my heart. I can re watch it everyday and i’d never feel sick of it.

The characters themselves feel so real. Even deeply flawed characters can make you feel for them and love them with all their imperfections.

*its a comedy show I’m making it sound so dramatic*

Jim and Pam’s relationship is probably the best relationship to ever grace tv. The little tension between the two at first. Their friendship. They’re perfect.

I love the office. Thank you for making me so happy and turning my mood 180 degrees.