Worth 50,000: Day Nine - YOU. I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR.

[momebie]

I'm not even going to try today, you guys. It's Wednesday. AKA HUMPDAY. I'm behind on my word count. I'm behind on life. But at least I watched Glee. A lot of people liked that first photo so this fits almost the same demographic. I'd never actually seen the real version of this photo before so I was pretty surprised when it came across my dash WITHOUT Misha Collins' head photoshopped onto it. My mom used to tell me that freckles were angel kisses. I wonder how many freckles that guy has. And where they are. And yeah. There you go. Boost your word count. Write some angel porn.



Write! Comment! Get the tissues! Repeat!

I promise that for seven days starting today I won't post anything that has to do with trains, just for pocky_slash. Seriously though, it's not like there's a point anymore, since she pretty much already wrote the best thing possible for a train prompt.

Comments

[brilliant-snark.livejournal.com]

I do love that picture.

GLEE. <3

By the way, hi. I miss your face.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

It hits a lot of my buttons. Not gonna lie.

THERE WAS SO MUCH ABOUT IT THAT MADE NO SENSE. AND YET THERE WERE WARBLERS. AND SANTANA IN THAT DRESS, CHRIST ON A CRACKER.

I miss your face too. I hope everything's going more or less well. ♥

[brilliant-snark.livejournal.com]

So. Many. Buttons.

WARBLERS AND SANTANA WERE MY FAVORITE THINGS.

(well, and Blaine being clueless and drunk again. I have fondness for his idiocy, because it is so like my own.)

It is going well enough. I am just a commenting slacker lately. More hours in a day, please.