/this is the wip I had posted earlier, I’ve never really made a comic before so this is just a big heap of jumbled stuff!!
“Martin Freeman I Hate You Have Sex With Me” is becoming my default tag for that tiny little motherf***ing life-ruiner.
He is just so SMUG about the pain he is causing us.
His whole face says, “Oh, am I a short, fortysomething, at-first-glance-nondescript-looking guy? Yeah, we both know you would beg for it. Thrice.”
“Do I dress like a seventy-year old gay man trying to pass as a twenty-year-old hipster? Well, you’re the one drooling right now, love.”
“Am I incredibly grumpy and sarcastic and scathing and even silly? Too bad. If I asked you to get on your knees, you’d be undoing my zip before I finished the sentence.”
when the sexual tension/build up in a fic is just right and your toes are curling and you’re basically speed reading and skimming because you just wanna get to the smut but also you wanna slow down and savor each brush of fingers and gaze and swooping feeling in the stomach or the biting of lips and clenching of hands and shuffling of feet and
Just for that one pic alone, they look like the happiest couple in the world.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.