I swear to god this man comes back to get me at least once a year EVERY SINGLE YEAR I CONVINCE MYSELF HES NOT THAT CUTE BUT THEN IT HAPPENS AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND FUCKING AGAIN.
That feeling when a fandom got you on a chokehold so bad that you started being active on tumblr again, resurfacing to the streets of tumblr like that one character that everyone thought was dead.
being the only one gally isn't mean to so the other gladers ask for your special recipe during one of the bonfires and after a few of his 'concoction' drinks he pulls you into his chest before telling them.
"Because I love her you klunks no one deserves my kind words other then her and if I ever hear any of you talking bad about her ill throw you into the maze myself"