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I wrote this for LiveJournal, but I'm too lazy to write another one for here. Usually I can. Enjoy my Brit madness. (A note I have to say is that this entry makes me look insane, but the good part about me is that I'm passionate about everything that matters to me in this manner, not just this crazy junk.)
Rayfaniel is killing me. I feel as if he has gone behind my back and carried on this affair on me.
Fortunately, this is not true. I still feel betrayed, however, and in my world, where I have been with Rayfaniel for ten years, at this point I would have abandoned our London home and taken up in my villa in Germany. Do they have villas in Germany? I had a villa built in Germany. Just in case this happened.
Splayed out on my oversized couch in my Beauty And The Beast-esque lounge, I would call my trusty backup and the man whom I probably would have preferred over that Suffolk brat, the Salford charmer Christopher Eccleston.
Pros And Cons: Rayfaniel & Eccles
Rafe is beautiful.
Eccles is uniquely tantalizing. Where Rafe's face is soft, and he's just tall enough for my taste, Christopher's got a rough jawline and broad shoulders. He's athletic, 's why. The only time Rafe had anything of substance on him was for Red Dragon, and we saw that slip away by the time The Chumscrubber came about. (That was three years later, nice job hiatusing.)
Rafe is the run-of-the-mill tortured British Shakespeare-professing product of a struggled childhood who hasn't quite overcome some of his emotional demons, as a few in-depth articles have revealed (along with good old-fashioned character study by yours truly, my amazing intuitivitinesses).
Eccles, or so I've read, is similar. But where Rafe's ex, Alex Kingston, has said that he used to withdraw himself at dinner parties and apply a moody air, Christopher is known for his "wicked sense of humor." He grew up wanting to play football (YES I'M CALLING IT FOOTBALL NOW DAMNIT THAT'S WHAT IT IS) for Manchester and sort of fell into acting, which is a good thing because it would've taken me much longer to find him if he were a footballer, and he's a spectacular actor. Rafe's demons seem to consume him, whilst Eck's are calmly being dealt with in one way or another.
I have no life.
Rafe gets into bad trouble. He cheated on his wife, he's cheated on his long-term partner. When Christopher gets into trouble - sort of - after the whole Dr Who thing (and that was actually the BBC's fault), it's sexy trouble, if anything. And he just comes out looking sexier for it.
Rafe plays dark characters.
Eccles plays dark characters. But both do it deliciously and poignantly.
To sum up: I won't settle for any less of a dude than Christopher Eccleston. He once said that the response he got from children after playing Dr Who was something he would "carry in his heart forever," his family is important to him, he does craploads of charity work, he's learned to love Shakespeare even after it was "shoved down his throat," and HE CAN'T DRIVE ANYTHING BUT AN AUTOMATIC CAR. And I can't drive at all! I'm sorry. Can you paint me the picture of perfection? I already have. His name is Christopher. And his middle name is Delicious. And his last name is also delicious, and it's Eccleston. ECC.LES.TON.
Did I mention that he has RETAINED his LANCASHIRE ACCENT?! I am to believe that those are close to the particular gruff, "Yehahdew" that he used in Gone In Sixty Seconds, because I've heard him interviewed and it's very similar, if not with less lip action. His lips were CRAZY! His enunciations so pronounced!
I like his movie choices better, as well. Ralph, though he's falling back into the Eccles vein, became sort of an American staple. Christopher, he took me a long time. It took about twenty-eight days. Hahaha. Yawn.
I'm angry about it. Let's go see The White Countess!
"I'm gonna create a forest. Everyone tomorrow wear brown pants and green shirts!" - Britney
"What's wrong with your face? Fix that NOW!" - Nikke
"Cut the mularkey!" - Jenkins (HAHAHA THE WAY HE SAID THAT MADE ME DIE)
Try and marry me. Won't work. Cut the mularkey!
P.P.S. Thanks the world to Jamie for burning me Move Along!
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