#blakefancier

Blake. Blake, I love you. But I cannot even blow my nose. If I have to because I am dying and forced to breathe like a mouth-breathing weirdo in a trenchcoat, I whine and bitch for at least five minutes before doing it and immediately having to do a little dance to shake off the feeling of WRONGWRONGWRONG in my brain. I think sinus rinsing might actually put me in a comatose state.

This response could be called “Howard Stark: A Biography”

Same, tbh. The only bright parts were Tony and Thor. Everything else was just a big ball of “why does this exist?” Which is why I’m really only doing crossovers. >.>

Blake. Blake we haven’t spoken in a while, I know this. But do not...do not betray me like this.

Oh, I am super excited for Thanksgiving too bc fuck my waistline, I’m getting more turkey and stuffing. BUT! It lacks the same sparkly shine of Christmas and it’s wonderfulness

Blake I am an inch shy of 6 feet tall and built like a fucking house. If I greeted people like that do u honestly know of anyone who would be my friend?

Blaaaaaake *clings* Scott Ryder is such a blushy little boy and I just want someone to pin him down and fuck him until he’s calling them Daddy and shaking apart. Plz save me

I accept this.