Drinking time!
Alright, I’m gonna pick a fic – I’ll tag the author if they’re on here – and get on with murdering my liver!
The winner is: Cold Hands, Warm Heart by @chasingriversong (whom I can’t tag but is on here!)
LET’S DO THIS
If I don’t finish my drink by the end of this I’m doing another fic. I have a glass of gin and tonic and two beers to get through, after all.
I’m sending out good energy to your liver, Davi. XD
I LOVE LOVE LOVE that fic!!! Good luck!!
That is one of my favorite fics and @chasingriversong is awesome
john: stops on the street and looks up, seeing sherlock standing in the moonlight
angelo, suddenly out of absolutely nowhere: WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A-
john: WHERE THE FUCK-
Guys do centaurs have to eat both horse food and human food?
Centaur, eating out of a burlap sack of hay like it’s potato chips: So do you guys wanna get Chipotle later?
Centaur: *kneeling on the ground, ripping up bits of grass and eating it*
Nearby horse: *neighs*
Centaur: Well it’s easy for you to bend over, isn’t it?
Horse: *snorts*
Centaur: *through a mouthful of grass* Well goody goody for you, but some of us have two spines.
Human: Hey does somebody want the rest of my burger?
Centaur: Oh I’ll have it. I am starving.
Human: Didn’t you just eat like an entire barrel of hay?
Centaur: *snatches the burger* That was for the horse stomach not the human one. Don’t be racist, Carl.
DON’T BE RACIST CARL
That spine comment made me reevaluate my life
Two spines, two ribcages, and six limbs baby! And a tail! Four shoulders!
This is oddly unsettling.
