What if Rossi and Strauss were star crossed lovers, stuck between their fathers’ rival German-American and Italian-American mobs of the 1930s in New York? Yeah, that just came to mind as I was out freezing my ass off smoking a cigarette.
If I could fill this entire blog with cats, fancy houses, and beautiful older women then I would. But there's also fanfiction, Crowley, current events, proletariat junk, steak, and Beyonce. I'm in more secondary fandoms than primary ones. I'm not little but I am loud. Come in, grab a drink, enjoy the show.