nonasuch:

Someday— possibly someday soon— Sebastian Stan’s agent is going to call him with a script.

“What’s the role?” he’ll ask.

“Well,” Sebastian Stan’s agent will say, “he’s the closeted son of a politician, struggling with PTSD after his military service.”

“Uh-huh. What’s he named?”

“Theodore Roosevelt O’Toole, but—”

“I’ll take it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to read the script first?”

“No. No need. This is the role I was born to play.

"Do I get to kiss boys and cry about my fucked up life and choices?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Where do I sign?