MOON MOON for the WIN
It is a truth universally classified that an ex-agent in possession of an undercover organization must eventually save a life.
Years ago, Will Darcy left the intelligence when he thought he had seen the last of notorious pimp, Mr Wickham. But what happens when a mysterious woman enters his life and they discover his best friend had never really been a med student at all?
With his past and her present colliding, the stakes are higher than ever as they find themselves racing between the unforgiving hills of San Francisco and the slums of Serbian slavery.
[Pride and Espionage ideas had been a joint LBD Seahorses and genderific effort. Credits go to everyone!]
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. Like. What. Even. I. Am. In. Love. With. This. We. Are. Ridiculous.
Yeah. This is great. So so so so so so great.
Woah…
| Song: Some Nights Tumblr Version |
| Artist: Caitlin |
| Album: Athems |
| Played: 815,229 times. |
Some Nights Tumblr Version.
Based off this post.
Lyrics:
Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop
Some nights, I don’t sleep at all
Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending
Some nights, I wish I could log off
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
This is it, these are ship wars
What are we fighting for?
Why don’t we read fanfic already?
I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life
Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again
To stay for a while
But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight
I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am
Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life
Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end
‘Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again
Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know…
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?
(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)
So log on.
Log on.
Log on,
OH LOG ON!
Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness
My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP
I wish it would update already
I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.
Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…
I’m never logging off
Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …
Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.
THIS IS THE TUMBLR ANTHEM
IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOG OFF AND OR SHUT DOWN YOUR BLOG BECAUSE ALL OF TUMBLR HAS REJECTED YOU.
this is beautiful
Via/Follow The Absolute Greatest Posts…ever.
copy and paste yourself into my bed
and delete all of your clothes while you’re at it
we can get a little alt of ctrl
shift your way over to me now
