Things about Dylan O’Brien that make me want to cry; HANDS [x]
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Oh, that fond camaraderie you feel when you’re just done reading absolutely filthy porn on AO3, and as you leave a kudos, you see that a friend of yours has done the same. And you smile and think, “Oh, there you are, buddy! Knew you’d love this.”
WHAT IS THIS FEELING. IT’S LIKE. PORN BROS. WHAT.
I like read mores because you can never tell whether you’re going to get a 6 paragraph long argument about feminism or two boys having sex inside a watermelon
it’s like a tumblr cereal box where there’s a prize in every one
#just gonna pretend that this is mike and harvey on their way to a business trip #and mike is too hyper about going somewhere that’s not new york to sleep #so he’s taking pictures of himself and harvey #and harvey plays along because he loves him #and in that third pic harvey just stares at him like ‘i am in love with an idiot’ #but he loves him anyway #GAH #DROWNING IN OTP FEELS