Just one another sad guy

Armand got in on the ground floor of that 20 year old loser. kept checking in on him like he was proofing sourdough until he had a beautiful geriatric fag ready to go into the oven of vampirism and emerge the perfect companion. he saw Daniel sniffing around for coke at Polynesian Mary's and said give me fifty years I can make him the hottest guy you've ever seen. and Louis was just happy he was finally taking an interest in investment because it gave them something to bond over besides missing that blond man's pussy. like it's the only long con Armand has ever successfully pulled. hard work pays off in the form of a 70something boytoy who looks suspiciously like your evil father. i'm so proud of him. my weird bug.

ohh i'm daniel molloy. i sold millions of copies of my best-selling novel. i'm a beast at bowling. i've got the french bengali smokeshow pinned against the wall. man fuck you

My mom kept complaining that all of a sudden the Beatles are back and they're fucking everywhere and they're so obnoxious and were practically having an orgy in her garden under a cucumber leaf and that's when I realized she meant spotted cucumber beetles and not Paul McCartney

Sitting in an English garden or whatever

What if when Anthony comes back from India Benedict still hasn’t figured out who the lady in silver is, and he’s all in his feelings about Sophie and then Anthony looks in his desks and just says “Ben, why are there so many drawings of the new lady’s maid wearing a mask in my desk?” And Benedict realizes and starts hyperventilating and Anthony’s just sitting there either thinking “we should’ve stayed in India” or “we can never leave them alone again”? Just a thought. I hope this is how it gets revealed.

#suggests that EITHER there will also be a gay skating show in 2036#or that the gay skating shows will come closer and closer together like kaiju (via @jabberwockypie)