I have about 40+ and counting edits of Burn Gorman of my own creation saved on my phone and I just sit and watch them on repeat
I think I’m unwell

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I have about 40+ and counting edits of Burn Gorman of my own creation saved on my phone and I just sit and watch them on repeat
I think I’m unwell

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Okay I actually had other stuff to post today that I’m skipping to post this page of a Dickens recipe book I found today that created a recipe for Carton’s punch
Day and Burn
Ever since uprising I’ve noticed a jump in the number of fics and art of ships based around Charlie Day and Burn Goreman characters.
Newton/Hermann
Charlie/the scientist
Acapulco/Styver(burn’s character in Dark Knight rises)
I looking forward to what people come up with next.
Well said brother

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Book of Mormon, too
Book the Second, Chapter Eleven: A Companion Picture
“Sydney was none the livelier and none the soberer for so much application. It had taken a deal of extra wet-towelling to pull him through the night; a correspondingly extra quantity of wine had preceded the towelling; and he was in a very damaged condition, as he now pulled his turban off and threw it into the basin in which he had steeped it at intervals for the last six hours. “‘Are you mixing that other bowl of punch?’” said Stryver the portly, with his hands in his waistband, glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back. “‘I am.’”