I Could Talk Quite A Lot If I Had Words To Say

I could talk quite a lot if i had words to say

Mood

The FUCK is going on

Me: I shouldn't disturb Neil Gaiman. I shouldn't send an ask unless I really have no way of getting the information otherwise. I'll check old interviews and all the articles that vaguely mention the subject. Of course it goes without saying that I'll read though the FAQ in its entirety. Only then, will I send an ask. However, I'd be very polite and praise his work, as anyone would. I'd also keep it short, because I don't want to waste his time. But I'd keep it very very respectful. I'd be sending a message to a very talented, amazing author that deals with god knows how many like me. Or I'd just stay in the dark and not send him an ask. Yeah, I'll do that.

My Dash:

I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so

You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie

But instead of just disappearing into the forest never to be seen again, they end up in fucking space or something. Or the End. Bonus points if Tommy manages to befriend the dragon, because you just know he would

You know, I really want a fic where the crimeboys are mistreated, and instead of trying to fix things, they just fucking run away. Like they just both dip

just to hide outside your door 🐍🍎