After
roselafleur posted a few pictures of Cranberry at the GLAAD Media Awards, I went searching for more, and I found something vaguely amusing from 2004 that I now feel obligated to post.
ENJOY.
Am I a bad person for hoping that Cherry accidentally grazed her boobs at some point during that whole thing? I just think it would be a really big step for the entire lesbian community. Most of us would love to get to second with Glenn Close. Do it for us, Cranberry!
- Awww it's Sunny! Season 3 memoriesss.
- I love how low they're willing to go. I love a good nude Jack Bauer hour. You know that thing that says lesbians are just women who have never met Jack Bauer? I think I can definitely vouch for that.
- Tony! Shut up, Jon Voight. Just...don't even talk. Nobody cares.
- Oh mannn Cherry, you are so fabulous. I know, I totally did not just call her that. I'm actually on the verge of calling Ethan by his actual name. STOP THIS MADNESS.
- Shut upppp. You can't trust her.
- I love how she's sitting. She's such a girl.
- "You're not gonna say no to your mother, are you?" SO CUTE, holy crap.
- "I knew it." Yeah you did! CRANBERRY HIGH FIVE.
- Pshh, what a badass.
- What is your deal, Olivia? Leave Aaron alone. You're probably attracted to him or something. Martha 2.0.
- lmfao, she just said "bastards." In a southern accent, kind of. God, I love her.
- Man, she's kind of pissed. I enjoy it.
- I love some sadness/regret! Now get Ethan back for some sad sex.
- Her signature is officially awesome. I am so jealous. I love capital A's; they're so diverse. My capital K is totally lame.
- Aw man, sad music.
- Ugh, asshole. That was so predictable, though. And THAT was predictable. They were like "hey, so let's watch out for those mercenaries" and then they just like, completely forgot about it. Way to go, guys.
- God, I miss Ethanberry. I can't ship Allison with her new chief of staff, for obvious reasons. She should hire Tom. Because I totally ship her with him, and I just need to see where it goes. I would totally write fic right now if I didn't have like a thousand things to do tomorrow. BEDTIME.
I just submitted my last college application for the fall semester. Please let this be the last year. I will go insane. Seriously. I'm talking...hardcore Martha Logan shit.