oh god oh god oh god

I think I may have just written the UGLIEST SENTENCE EVER.
changes right in the middle to the passive voice and everything.



I don't know whether to be morbidly impressed, or TO VOMIT.

hopefully the rest of this fic will make up for it.

and please believe me when I say I love you

GOD but I have missed this song.

Puddle. Melty puddle. Every time. I remember back when Vivs was the only one in the house with the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, and I'd hear strains of this song from wherever I was in the house, and RUSH into her room, DIVE onto the bed, and just... damn. She laughed at me. Ok, so I have a thing for Bway tenors; who doesn't??

It's still.. he's still... AND THE VIOLIN. the CELLOS.
And his high notes (his ALL notes) will never fail to give me chills.


...I think I'm going to pass out, now, from listening to it too many times on loop and forgetting to breathe / hyperventilating.

captain_molly YOU SO DID NOT FAIL.