𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧.

THIS WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS

andrew wakes up everyday smug as hell knowing he bagged the man who said he doesn’t swing. he knows he won the lottery of a lifetime.

troops hear me out. andrew has a few tiny moles on his neck whereas neil has a couple on his hips. they kiss each other like cartographers; using moles as landmarks, like they’re memorising constellations.

can you believe that neil ‘runs straight into danger’ josten and andrew ‘is the danger’ minyard are in love?

it’s “jean grabbing jeremy’s chin” and “andrew grabbing neil’s neck” against the world.

the release of the golden raven overshadowing kevin’s birthday? single most symbolic thing nora has done. now that’s poetic cinema.

andrew made our boy speechless

translation : dear aftg fandom, we are fucked.