maxwell gotch going full dead-eyed patrick bateman while pushing a viking banker on a penny farthing bicycle into the fan blades of an industrial sized wind motivator and screaming ‘YOU’RE MEAT’ was actually not on my bingo card for this season but honestly it should have been

it’s just me, cosmic catholic guilt, and twenty one pilots hit 2009 self titled album.

i project my commitment issues onto arthur which is really funny when i have an au where he irrevocably changed his body to accommodate another presence that he's only known for a few months.