Mon coeur, c'est dans les highlands
Nothing nothing nothing is going on today. It's alright, actually, in a wintry grey skies kind of way, but I have no present for you. Except this:
I took this picture of part of the gate to the University of Glasgow in Scotland last year, because, um, Bradley.
But I was thinking about it--didn't I hear somewhere that Colin went to Uni in Glasgow? AND IF THIS IS TRUE, mightn't he have stared every day at that gate and thought to himself, "Hmmm, Bradley, there is a fine name for a bloke," and went on his merry way?
So when Colin says, "Take me to Glasgow," he's a) kind of joking, b) has forgotten all about that gate, but Bradley is all "YES, LET'S ELOPE," and while he doesn't exactly mean it the way Colin sort of wishes he did, Colin goes along with his mad plans and they stagger around the city, touching far too much and petting each other's hair and being generally in love.
And then Colin goes, "Shhh, shh, stop giggling for a minute, you git, these are the sacred halls of my youth," and Bradley goes, "HALLS, we are not even inside--" but he sees his name and shuts up, lights up, and procedes to be a total and utter moron aobut it, preening and prancing and insisting random strangers take their picture, and then after the flash, Bradley turns and presses his chilled nose to Colin's cheek and says, "I knew you loved me. Built a gate for me."
And Colin splutters, says, "Excuse me, this gate has been a gate since 17-oh-something-or-other, and, and also, there are other names on it," but Bradley just cups his face and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.
And it's brilliant.
*sigh* My Scotland lies over the ocean.....
P.S. Trot over to the Bradley/Colin prompt fest and write me something? My comprehensive sentence structures are romping about the highlands.