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DEALMAKER: You Are My Best Friend
Oh. We like all the same things? That sucks. We hang out all the time and can make each other laugh at anything? Yeah, no thanks. You were the only person there for me when my brother was in a coma? Yeah, I know I was there when your sister went to rehab. Ok, whatever. You know basically everything about me? …And I know everything about you? And we still like each other? Yikes. Yeah, I think you’re pretty good-looking too. But, ew, right? I’m eventually going to constantly compare my husband to you? Oh…you, you’ll probably do the same with your wife? Gross, dude.
Wait, why is your hand on my boobs? How did my hand get on your ass? Well, okay. Since we’re already here. I guess…
-Written by Purplecheck

DEALMAKER: You Are My Best Friend

Oh. We like all the same things? That sucks. We hang out all the time and can make each other laugh at anything? Yeah, no thanks. You were the only person there for me when my brother was in a coma? Yeah, I know I was there when your sister went to rehab. Ok, whatever. You know basically everything about me? …And I know everything about you? And we still like each other? Yikes. Yeah, I think you’re pretty good-looking too. But, ew, right? I’m eventually going to constantly compare my husband to you? Oh…you, you’ll probably do the same with your wife? Gross, dude.

Wait, why is your hand on my boobs? How did my hand get on your ass? Well, okay. Since we’re already here. I guess…

-Written by Purplecheck


amblog:

Ok, you’re a 700 year old alien from Gallifrey in your tenth body. But you have two hearts and enough mileage behind you to make this last for hours. And that thing you are holding? If it fixes the space-time continum and unlocks doors, i’m pretty sure it has a ‘vibrate’ switch.


DEALMAKER: You’re Jeff Goldblum
He stands in my kitchen, his muscular frame silhouetted by the light of the open refrigerator.  The days of making love have left me exhausted- I fight the urge to close my eyes by trying to recognize the tune he’s been singing.  It’s a meandering melody, but it sounds familiar… as familiar as his breath on my cheek or the sound of his laugh buried in the pillows.  He sits on the bed beside me, brushing my hair from my forehead.  The song quiets until it becomes a whisper.  And then, like that- he is gone.  All that is left is a note:
"God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates Man. Man destroys God. Man creates Dinosaurs"

DEALMAKER: You’re Jeff Goldblum

He stands in my kitchen, his muscular frame silhouetted by the light of the open refrigerator.  The days of making love have left me exhausted- I fight the urge to close my eyes by trying to recognize the tune he’s been singing.  It’s a meandering melody, but it sounds familiar… as familiar as his breath on my cheek or the sound of his laugh buried in the pillows.  He sits on the bed beside me, brushing my hair from my forehead.  The song quiets until it becomes a whisper.  And then, like that- he is gone.  All that is left is a note:

"God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates Man. Man destroys God. Man creates Dinosaurs"


NEW!  DEALMAKER:  You Make Me Delicious Pancakes.
Hey, how long have you been up?  Sorry, I was really tired.  Oh my god, it smells amazing.  What is this?  How?  Why? Just because?  Because you know I love pancakes and I would probably be hungover and want breakfast?  Holy shit.  Never leave me.

NEW!  DEALMAKER:  You Make Me Delicious Pancakes.

Hey, how long have you been up?  Sorry, I was really tired.  Oh my god, it smells amazing.  What is this?  How?  Why? Just because?  Because you know I love pancakes and I would probably be hungover and want breakfast?  Holy shit.  Never leave me.