Okay, this blog is like 40% comic stuff at the moment, then probably 25% Hannibal, 15% Teen Wolf, 10% me swearing about handsome faces, and an assorted 10% of SPN, randoms, music, and bits of my life no one cares about. Uh, yeah, it really doesn't make sense but whate'er. Be prepared for these numbers to skew wildly as I encounter different things.
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“I got you chocolate,” he announced to the room, casting the half-melted Mars bar onto the bed.
They stared at it him.
“What? What?” John demanded, annoyed. “I got you chocolate.”
They stared some more.
“WHAT?”
It was Mickey who answered him, in that tone he had. “You’re … you have … there is blood all over you.” He didn’t bother to say ‘again’. John knew the ‘again’ was there, it didn’t need voicing. Mickey had ‘again’ on his face.
— Team B: Panamanian Moon by apiphile
