domestic musketeers yo
He doesn’t entirely understand how they got here; though if he looks back he can see the slow creep of time, pieces slotting individually into place until one day he looked up from where he was (sandwiched between the four of them in bed, the only one not yet cloaked in sleep, pressed up between d’Artagnan and Porthos with Aramis’ hand on his hip) and realised there was a whole picture. A whole life, that they’ve made together.
[LOW ON SELF-ESTEEM? (Fanfic Flamingo) WRITE PORN, BASK IN THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK]
Precisely what I’m planning to do
grumpycathos asked: omg could you?
I could do a whole series! First he teaches her to dance, then to sword fight, then she teaches him how to have emotions
I WANT THAT I WANT THAT PLEASE PLEAAAAASE
I have *definitely* read too much gay porn.
betting the person who came up with this sign is writing gay porn as we speak