The ruggedly handsome Steve Winwood had just finished a big tour opening for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. He set down his porkpie on a nearby chair, running a thumb over three days of stubble. The phone rang.

“You’re such a troll,” breathed a familiar voice. He knew that voice in an instant. His nemesis, his tormentor, his one-true-love.

Godsauce.

This post combines two of my favorite sexy things: Godsauce and Priests.

To be fair, I make similarly nervous movements when I see big, hairy neon balls.

That sounds more like LOST.

Aww. Look at their Littlefingers.

Does it say something about my sad excuse for a life that I remember this contestant’s name is Rebecca?

Does that make Wednesday official Godsauce Fanfiction day?

This…actually happened?