Jensen Ackles/John Barrowman, anybody?
“Huh,” Jared said thoughtful. “I thought Broadway was like the Mecca of homosexuality. All gay all the time.”
“Oh God, you’re a fan of The Producers?” Jensen groaned. “I swear, that movie is about as historically accurate as every Disney movie ever made.”
“Uhm… it’s bad?” Jared asked, seeming confused.
“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking fantastic. I’ve seen it fifteen times.” Jensen sighed dramatically. “I’d so bone that blond Nazi.”
O.M.G. Please, no.
....
Now I have done my fair share of pretty-pic!spamming and making people want to bleach their brains, I shall leave to go die some more in some lonesome corner.
...but my mum did buy me two very pretty notebooks to try and cheer me up. Which, trust me, she never does. Ever. And she's normally not sympathetic in the slightest when one of us is ill.
Does she know something I don't? Am I dying? 0.o
“Oh God, you’re a fan of The Producers?” Jensen groaned. “I swear, that movie is about as historically accurate as every Disney movie ever made.”
“Uhm… it’s bad?” Jared asked, seeming confused.
“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking fantastic. I’ve seen it fifteen times.” Jensen sighed dramatically. “I’d so bone that blond Nazi.”
O.M.G. Please, no.
....
Now I have done my fair share of pretty-pic!spamming and making people want to bleach their brains, I shall leave to go die some more in some lonesome corner.
...but my mum did buy me two very pretty notebooks to try and cheer me up. Which, trust me, she never does. Ever. And she's normally not sympathetic in the slightest when one of us is ill.
Does she know something I don't? Am I dying? 0.o