It's 5:30 In The Morning And All I Can Think About Is "Where The Hell Is Chuck?!".

It's 5:30 in the morning and all I can think about is "Where the hell is Chuck?!".

Is it terrible that my first thought is that I would love to lick the beer dribble from his chin?

I'm so going to hell.

“I’m good.”

The land where everything is made up and the pairings don’t matter.

Just remember, we can fix anything with fanfiction.

The guys we miss desperately<3 (x)

I love Lucifer's dance.

This!

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

Freakin amaz-balls! I want it!

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