Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Traitor

My facial muscles have betrayed me.

The audacity. (LOL)

Had to wait for Dad to leave the room just so that I can grin like a creeper. What. I was reading a fic where Sherlock is shagging-I mean-making love with John. (yiss)

Oh my gee, I'm so f*cking creepy right now.

In a weird, fangirlish way, of course.