justacasgirl:

ladydrace:

justacasgirl:

ladydrace:

justacasgirl:

ladydrace replied to your post: ladydrace replied to your post: My shows DS9!!! If…

*kneeling before you* Marry me?

But you should know my tumblr relationships are entirely bigamous.

I think I found you & started following you because of the garak/bashir forum on…

YESSS! I HAVE A TUMBLR WIFE! *Dips you in old school movie kiss*

Oh, and no worries, I expect our marriage to be wildly polyamorous. After all, we need to fit in all those ridiculously sexy fictional characters somehow… and whoever else want to join in the fandom orgy. *nods* More people = more love! LOVE, BABY! LOVE!!

And why don’t I have a gif with 2014!Cas and the orgy?? I MUST RECTIFY THIS! Gay porn instead, then!

I feel like people should shout ‘huzzah!’  and throw rice at us, as we pass out cake to all our followers…

They totally should! And cry into their kleenex because our love is beautiful and right. Fuck yeah!

And our wedding night will be levels of hot as yet unheard of. Just sayin’.

And our pillow talk will consist of us talking about how Julian’s thing with Ezri lasted less than two weeks and how after their messy breakup, he fled the wrath of her womanly scorn all the way to Cardassia, where he thought his doctoring skills might be put to good use helping those still suffering after the war, and where he then met back up with Garak  who proposed to him on the spot, and they married the next day and adopted a bunch of Cardassian war orphans.

And then we’ll lament because Castiel is at the bottom of a lake, crying ”Why Dean, why?! Why didn’t you jump in after him?!!?” Then we’ll remember Cas is coming back soon and and hug each other while jumping up and down and squealing estatically. 

And then we’ll roll our eyes at Arthur until he realizes that while he admires Gwen for her goodness and kindess, and love her dearly though he may, he and Gwen don’t have half the chemistry of Gwen and Lancelot. He’ll realize that it’s because he’s gay. And that the tingly feeling he gets when Merlin looks at him isn’t sorcery, just the desire to take his most loyal, mysteriously handsome, beloved friend to bed.

And then fall asleep whispering sweet shippy things to each other.

I… I don’t know what to say. Crying here. I have found my soul mate. *sobs into what looks suspiciously like Merlin’s neckerchief*

I shall write you so much porn, my beloved. So much porn. Because porn is love. Yes.