WHAT???? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHATTTT
Michael Sheen, my sweet beautiful man- be honest, have you seen me thirsting over you?
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the way my heart STOPS whenever the 1975 post on insta because deep down i know one of these days it's going to be an album drop and i will NOT be ready
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This is not a haiku.
“Martin where is my coat?” “I ate it.”
Jon is head over heels. “Oh you~”
brekon is alive. Hope is nunja.
Elias is in their attic, but they don’t need to know that.
Peter is hiding behind their couch. They definitely know that but he isn’t a bother so it’s fine.
”[FARM FED HONEY] IM HOME&:&/@-!!” “OH MY GOD!” Martin is very afraid, and has stress tier listed all of the Michaels.
Micheal Shelly is in F. Micheal Baker reigns supreme.
Spamton is worse than worms of all variety’s. He is well aware, and makes no move to change.
“I hunger.” Gerard Hopworth deserves a little salami as a treat.
He gets non and dies a slow and brutal death.
Womp womp ig. Skill issue on his part lmao.
Peter has a tumbler account.
There are no posts, no comments, and his user is anonymous-deactivated.
(it used to be xXAriel SimpXx but he doesn’t like to talk about last week.)
Martin and Jon are hiding with him from spamton, who has claimed the admiral for himself.
Cats are edible. If you’re brave enough. And spamton.
Coconut Water.
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inspector constable, I would like to report a murder
the way Crowley keeps tilting his head up during the confession
the way he tilts it up even more just before putting on his glasses
he is crying by then, and he doesn’t want the tears to roll down
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I dont even want to know...
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if this gets 200 notes ill read homestuck
it wont tho bc yall cowards
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