fab 5 storming into some poor dude’s house

punkgemini:

every member: what would you change in your space? how do you wash your face? what’s your favourite piece of clothing? do you like cheese?

karamo: do your parents love you? are you lonely? when you lay in bed at night, do you feel a void in your chest that seems to be swallowing you whole? when you stare into the void, does it stare back?

blogaboutyafavbirdboys:

Andrew as he makes his deal with Neil: This is probably going to come back and bite me in the ass.

Cut to years later. Andrew and Neil are fooling around in their bed. Andrew allows Neil to lovingly bite him on the ass.

Andrew: Nice, we have come full circle.

hahanken:

y’all can’t tell me this conversation didn’t happen during neil’s stay in evermore

whizz-in-my-ass:

i wish love simon included the part in the book where blue leaves simon a shirt of a musician simon likes. then instead of wearing the shirt simon sleeps with it under his pillow. and then the night of the carnival he decides to wear it and finds that blue left a note with his phone number in it. because that was peak dumbass gay.

jerbearknox:

sports commentators: riko moriyama’s talent is unparalleled

neil:

thejostenminyardrivalry:

Andrew: i identify as morosexual. i’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively.

Neil: *falls on his face by tripping on an exy racquet while trying to avoid stepping on a cat*

Andrew: *already taking his clothes off* you’re so fucking stupid, josten

thepalmettofoxes:

Neil: I wish I had the ability to make boys really nervous

Andrew: Holding a really sharp knife to their neck usually does the trick for me

Kevin: As a boy I can confirm that this makes me really nervous

potter-demigoddess:

Neil: First impressions are very important

Andrew: But you married me anyways

jsteneil:

i always laugh a bit when people use aesthetic pics of reformed-industrial type loft apartments for monmouth because i feel like the fandom tends to see a conscious aesthetic in gansey where there isn’t one. the boy is a mess. his home is a mess. like, he’s got his fridge next to his toilet seat and that was a conscious choice. his bed is in the middle of the room, not even against one wall. you know who has a bed a like that? psychopaths. and i know he doesn’t sleep much but maybe he would if his pillows didn’t fall off during the night. in this essay i will

exy-courts:

Neil: The stars are beautiful tonight

Andrew: You’re the prettiest star

Neil: What did you say?

Andrew: I want to hit you with my car.