Alex: Can you think of anything less dignified to be beaten with than a novelty phallus?
Morgan: You really should learn how to knit and make me a Weasley sweater.
Emma: I really should. My new goals are to learn how to knit and go to the national Heelys comp' this year. And then I will knit team sweaters for my team, and it will be awesome. I think I need to drop out of school to pursue these new dreams of mine.
boy: shit baby you're so wet already
girl: that's actually just vaginal discharge and my body is cleansing itself from bacteria and dead cells to prevent infection and to maintain optimal reproductive health i'm not even all that turned on right now and i would prefer to go get some food or something
These are the types of texts I send, this is the life I lead.
Emma: I just have no respect for someone who passes me up, then realizes "oh shit, she was great, I fucked up."
Morgan: In the words of Fleetwood Mac, if you don't love me now, you ain't never gonna love me again.
Emma: You only got one shot, don't lose your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a life time.
Morgan: Do they ever hook up? Emma and I couldn't figure out if we ship it or not.
Alex: OF COURSE YOU SHIP IT, YOU'RE A HUMAN BEING AREN'T YOU?! Mulder and Scully practically invented the modern age of shipping!
Dad: I guess we're watching Doctor Who today, eh?
Dad: What if we say no?
Morgan: I will bludgeon you to death, obviously.
Dad: ...merry Christmas to you too.
<p dir=ltr> Morgan: You know, I think Nathan Fillion should be the new Santa. But instead of presents, he should just attend your Christmas party for like, half an hour. You know, crack some jokes, shake some hands, just generally be charming. Yeah, that is the world I want to live in.<br>
Alex: I see your Santa Fillion and raise you his elf, NPH.</p>
I ship it.
I ship it so fucking hard.
#OTP CHRISTINA, WE NEED A SHIP NAME!