“Holy shit,” Darcy breathes as she steps into the conference room. It’s either the start of a porno or a really bad dream. She can’t decide which as her eyes bounce between four of the male occupants of the room. Nick Gant. Johnny Storm. Jake Jensen. And Steve. It’s not a nightmare, exactly, but the situation is definitely not ideal.
“Uncanny, isn’t it?” Darcy tries not to groan as she turns to face the voice. The situation just got worse, she thinks as she glances at Tony, who’s grinning at the quartet of men who aren’t exactly talking to one another. “It’s like staring at a wall of Caps.”
Darcy makes a noncommittal sound, wondering if she’ll be able to sneak out without any of them noticing her. Too late. Nick turns and sees her first, grinning broadly as he envelops her in his arms.
“Darcy. Cassie told me I’d be seeing you today.” Darcy grins and hugs him tight, because other than Steve, he’s the only one of the blonde clones she actually still likes.
“How is she?” Darcy asks, but before he can answer, Jensen and Storm are pushing him out of the way. They get along just as well now as they did that weekend in Dallas, when she’d made a really enjoyable, if somewhat regrettable, mistake with the two of them.
“Stop hogging the little Agent, Gant,” Jensen says, smirking down at her. Johnny moves behind her and puts his hands on his shoulders.
“Just like old times, right Lewis?” he whispers. She catches Nick’s eye, and she knows he’d Push them out of the way for her, if she wanted. She doesn’t want. For reasons unbeknown to her, she still holds Jensen and Storm in some weird sort of affection. A hand travels up her ass.
She rolls her eyes and steps out from between them, because no. “Except not.”
Tony studies her with interest. “And just how do you know these men, Lewis?”
Darcy sweeps out a hand, encompassing the four men who all look remarkably similar. “Slept with all of ‘em, dating that one.” She crooks a finger at Steve, who comes and wraps a possessive arm around her.
“Well hell,” Tony laughs. “Looks like Lewis has a type.”
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that’s a delicious idea.
eheheheheh
DID HE JUST
QUOTE
MOTHERFUCKING STARKID
Oh, he quoted Starkid
and he did it
for Joe Moses
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THIS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
-Was RAPED along her best friend while her husband was tied up and forced to watch.
-Was diagnosed with uterine CANCER
-Had to get a DIVORCE because her husband was gay
What did she do about it all?
-Create a television show with her ex based on their divorce and friendship that still holds strong.
-Laughs just as hard today as she has in the past.
-Fights for the rights of the gay and lesbian community
-Works for the U.S. State department for the Public Diplomacy Envoy for Women’s Health Issues.
-Launched the ‘Cancer Shmancer’ movement, a non-profit organization dedicated to ensuring that all women’s cancers be diagnosed while in Stage 1, the most curable stage.
-Has won the following awards: Jon Wayne’s Institute’s Woman of Achievement award, Gilda Award, City of Hope Woman of the Year award, Hebrew University Humanitarian award, Albert Einstien’s College of Medicine’s Spirit of Achievement Award, City of Hope’s Spirit of Life Award, and the ”My Aid Award” for her achievements in support of cancer prevention and rehabilitation.
-She has been cancer free for 12 years.
Now tell me she is not an AMAZING Woman.
When people say they “Hate her” because of her voice, I just want to punch them straight in their faces.
I LOVE FRAN DRESCHER
It’s not even her real voice
Am i the only one who thinks Fran’s shrill, nasally comedy voice is in fact adorable and sexy?
How did some homophobic douche like Chuck Norris ever become the go-to “badass” internet meme when Fran Drescher existed?
I can’t not reblog this. I can’t.
MOTHER FUCKING FRAN BITCHES
God I fucking love Fran
I can never get over this woman <3
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