“How much for a night?”
“Fifty pounds. A hundred if you want kissing.”
“Christ, with a mouth like that, you can sure as fuck bet I want kissing. Get in, then. You have a name?”
“Sherlock.”
“Evening, Sherlock. I’m John.”
“How very appropriate.”
Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.
And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.
Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
Hyuk hyuk.
“My poor baby” I whisper tenderly to 30+ year old man on a tv show
“My poor baby” I whisper tenderly to 1 000 000 000+ year old angel on a tv show
“My poor baby” I whisper tenderly to 900+ year old alien on a tv show.
“My poor baby” I whisper…
“My poor baby” I whisper tenderly to the 45 year old BAMF muscle car that provides a home to the greatest pair of brothers in existance.
Ha. I was supposed to get out of bed and get dressed. Instead I laid here, trolling Tumblr and reading fic.
Like a boss!
s4 should start with a shot of blaine’s ass as he walks down the hall in a cheerios uniform
Abso-fucking-lutely. Cheerio!Blaine FTW!
bow down to me mortals
srsly
Rainbow bridge… shot to hell
Rainbow pony?… much better form of transportation.
THEY CAN’T SLEEP SEPARATELY IN PURGATORY, RIGHT?