His therapist calls them nightmares because he always wakes up screaming. He knows it’s not the dreams that make him him scream, though.It’s waking up.
Creepy as fuck = awesome in my book.
“… What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Eeeeeheeeheheh. You said fuck — BABIES. SHERLOCK WANTS BABIES TOO.”
“Oh God, you do realise that’s not actually in the show—”
“What show? You guys are REAL. Look, I’m touching you right now.”
“Yeah about that, that’s kind of weird, and I told you my name is Martin you might have heard of me—”
“So what colour are your pants?”
“Jesus no, don’t touch that— GAAAHH!”
But if I ever actually did meet John I’d just ask him to punch me in the face. Or something.
I’m not weird what.
I’d probably be fairly cool if I met Martin. If I met Benedict, though…
“Excuse, ma’am…” *taps me on the head* “I didn’t catch your name. I do try to know the first name of each
woman person who sucks my cock.” (Hey, I dunno what he’s into!)
I simply shrug and keep going. There’ll be time for all of that after he’s cum.
Now who’s the fucked up one? Is this a competition? I think you and I will get along just fine! I’m totally following you now, but it shows up under my primary URL.