I had a wretched day at work. Like, seriously, the kind of day when it took all my willpower not to grab my bag, throw my resignation at my bosses and walk out.
That kind of bad.
So. I came home, sprawled on my bed, and started trawling through the
fuckyeahjohnnyweir tumblr. And can I just say, really, there's very little that can't be made better by this GIF.
And then of course I found more. Like this one. The hair? I just. Yeah.
Or this one. Which would be a lot more effective without the Day-Glo shirt. Still. WHERE IS THE PARIS AND JOHNNY WINGFIC, PEOPLE? SNAP-SNAP. LET'S GET ON THAT, SHALL WE?
Bitch looks fierce pumping gas.
And ordering Starbucks.
Really, this is screaming for Regency-izing. Obviously Johnny's communicating via fan with a rakish Evan across the room and Stéphane is NOT BEST PLEASED ABOUT THIS.
Yeah, I don't know either with this one. I like to think Evan's on the other side of the camera, naked and deliberately pissing Johnny off. WRITE THAT FOR ME SOMEONE. Rival!sex with stuffed animals. DO EEET.
See, sexy likes that idea too.
Stéphane wants his turn though.
Johnny thinks he can take them both on. And maybe have some left over for Yevengy. Because he is just that fabulous. Oh, yes. He is.
Plushy approves of this idea.
Johnny's definitely ready for a foursome.
He's been practicing his positions.
But he'll also settle for a puppy. (What? I had to put it in. I mean, seriously, PUPPY.)
In short, Johnny > than Bad Day.
Hands down.
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