MERRY CHRISTMAS! 🥰🎄✨

Me: pls don’t let it be 7 am pls don’t let it me 7 am

The clock: 3:45

Me:

Every. Single. Time. Neil got bandaged for some reason, Andrew would do this thing where he'd peel off Neil's bandages to see his injuries and on the one hand I get it. The homoeroticsm is off the charts and it's his way of showing concern and asking what happened but on the other hand. Andrew my man those bandages are there for a reason.

yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me

I desperately need aftg friends, I’ve tried to explain the plot to my irl best friend three times already and she taps out at ‘it’s like hockey but with no sticks or ice, but it’s still inside?’

fall but in a sleeping kings and doomed romances and living dreams kind of way

Never would've thought I'd be so emotionally invested in a bunch of problematicaly coded characters playing violent lacross in an aquarium.

‘blame it on my youth’ isn’t allowed to end because the one-liners in this fic are single-handedly keeping me alive

obsessed with the dynamic where both people think 'i can fix him' and then make each other worse

just finished These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever and i just

please guys hit me up or like this post i'll message you i just need to TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT SO BAD