Wow.
somethinggreatiscoming:
ssantana-lopez:
I’m being honest in saying Rach defiantly does have the best ass. I’ll be nice and make you a deal, you’ve got the third best ass. Obviously I’m second.
Nope, the ranking goes Sebastian > me > everyone else.
Can we please just take a moment to reflect.
Case closed.
shooting-starlet:
somethinggreatiscoming:
Hahahaha, yeah, our kids would be really something, wouldn’t they?
They’d be absolutely adorable.
I approve of baby talk.
somethinggreatiscoming:
By today, do you mean tomorrow? It’s kind of late, haha.
Also no! I wouldn’t want to get kicked out. But that does sound fun. You know what, I’ll consider it. As long as we get to see a show there first.
Today, tomorrow, the time is irrelevant.
Ah, come on, Blaine, just imagine it. We’ll see a show and scare all the old people who also attended as well.
somethinggreatiscoming:
Well, Smythe, we have the rest of our lives to cuddle. We’re only in Paris for a little while, we have to enjoy it! You have a lifetime of memories here, I need to catch up.
You’ve never been more right. We should go to the Paris Opera house today, you walk inside and you feel like you’re in the Phantom of the Opera. We could buy two of those fake Phantom masks and hide behind corners scaring all the other tourists!
Fuck, I’m romantic.
somethinggreatiscoming:
How about we go down to that cafe with the croissants, go explore the city some more, then go back to the hotel and… cuddle.
Your priorities are slightly warped, Smythe, but I guess I can deal with the slight change in schedule. Meet me there in 10?
somethinggreatiscoming replied to your post: Hi, you. I came here to leave you a cute little message while you slept, but I noticed your message link. “I don’t bite, unless you’re Blaine”. I fixed it. Okay, well, sleep well, because I want to go explore more things today. Bye! :)
You actually fixed it! I thought you were joking. Oh my god, but there’s so much more to see!
Nope, fixed it good and proper. I know, I know, but I want to cuddle. Paris isn’t going anywhere but I just might. And that somewhere is that cafe down the road with the croissants that taste like fifty orgasms.
Hi, you. I came here to leave you a cute little message while you slept, but I noticed your message link. "I don't bite, unless you're Blaine". I fixed it. Okay, well, sleep well, because I want to go explore more things today. Bye! :)
Ahh, I should fix that up. I appreciate your cute little critical message. I slept well now come back to me.
Good evening, Tumblr!
shooting-starlet:
Rude! Everything I say is of the utmost importance, therefore you should read it. But hello, Sebastian! How’s Paris treating you?
I would go back and read it but eh. Paris is one of the most amazing places on the planet, as per usual. But being here with Blaine is the cherry on top of a delicious cake. How’s New York holding up without us?
ssantana-lopez:
You detect right, Mr. Smythe. Don’t tempt me to press the unfollow button. Blaine told me Paris is amazing?
You wouldn’t dare touch that unfollow button. Of course it is but I think Blaine’s jaded by the fact that we’re on our honeymoon. I took him to an old street corner where I used to laughed at all the poor people and he said it was beautiful, Sebastian, I can’t believe you lived here! It’s a grotty as fuck area but what are you going to do?
Tell me about New York, I miss it. Not enough to come back though.
