Heaven. There’s no way to describe it: no way to convey the sense of perfect bliss. But I’ll try. There are no misunderstandings; there are no fights. Everything is understood, everything forgiven. It’s perfectly free, and perfectly secure; perfectly relaxing, and perfectly energizing; perfectly beautiful, and perfectly nice. And this sort of perfect peace is… Continue reading Fangirls Are Hell 38/60
By Björn K.
Bertie Wooster is wearing a green carnation. And, yes, someone has vidded that. Meanwhile, outside: Arthur: Jeeves! Welcome back! Nice to see you again, Wooster. Bertie: What ho, Lord Hellsing! Congratulations on that lordship, by the way. Absolutely topping! Arthur: Bah. It’s just a hereditary load of– Jeeves: Sir, please… Arthur: Oh, let’s not stand… Continue reading Fangirls of the Greatest Generation 26/59