“I don’t like this, but it’s cute”
“I hate this ship, but I like your drawing.”
“Man, I’d love this a lot more if it had this character instead”
“I don’t like this, but it’s cute”
“I hate this ship, but I like your drawing.”
“Man, I’d love this a lot more if it had this character instead”
I just had the best dream ever about David Tennant. I was working some sort of marketing/publicity gig in an office board room (not too far off from my real job) and he was there. We both started making jokes and cracks during the presentation, and eventually managed to sneak off and wreak general mayhem around the whole office building; pranking people, taking silly photographs and making faces at security cameras. At one point he pulled a stealth grab on my bottom to startle me while I was speaking to someone. When I yelped and turned to look at him, he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as though he was innocent. I awoke with a smile on my face, knowing it was a dream, but secretly hoping the pictures would still be in my phone gallery. Alas, they were not.
Just further proof that I don’t sexualize my crushes. A great dream about them involves fun and games. Sometimes, I wonder if my sexuality ever grew past the age of 6. :)
meJust to clarify…
I volunteer to
make out withhug Doctor Brown-Suit McFrowny-Face
How about I take two and call y’all in the morning.
OK, make that “in a week.”
Maybe two.
I’m sorry for reblogging this, but I can’t help it. I laughed so hard I snorted.