
crap no— stop— control yourself
alex can you start playing fable please so we can ship reaver/everyone
I still want to kill Reaver for what he did to Oakvale
Whoops there go my panties How did I get in my bed? And when did it become large enough for four?
Excuse me while I find a new pair of boxers.
WHY CAN I NOT MARRY BEN FINN? HUH? YOU GIVE A MAN MUTTON CHOPS AND TELL ME NO. CURSE YOU. CURSE YOU TO YOUR GRAVE.
Reblogging again because asdfghjkl