two in the park, one in the hand
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Call it a fit of whimsy. Harold writes the craigslist ad like a personal. Single brown Malinois male seeks playmate for long runs in the park. Like donuts, hot dogs, first edition Asimov. Speaks Dutch.
Like any other happy family.
Our boys! The calm before the storm?! Sigh.
These fine images would surely improve anyone’s day.
Therapy Sessions → “Nailed him.”
I miss this show. I hate how much I miss this show. I’m pretty sure that my memory of this show is already tremendously idealized, and that if it had gotten a second season, it would not have been the second season I wanted. And yet, I still miss it.
never forget that fusco is a professional bastard.
Argh, this exchange, though.
Reese: “Since you did just save my life, I guess I could sort of vaguely compliment you.”
Fusco: “What the hell kind of a ‘thank you’ is that? I’m awesome.”
Fusco: “At being a terrible person. Right?”
I like to think that in the last gif, Reese is quietly realizing that he did not invent self-loathing.
The first threat comes on a Tuesday.
holy fucking shit this fic