a flight attendant bursts into the cabin
“is there a nerd on board?! terrorists have hijacked this plane and refuse to land safely unless somebody explains the plot of neon genesis evangelion to them”
“finally” i think as i raise my hand “my time to shine”
half-blood-idgit-in-the-tardis:
why does ‘liking someone’ have to be this big secret?
why doesn’t everyone in the world just make it really clear?
why can’t we make t-shirts with the names of who we crush on?
why don’t we throw pianos at people and yell HELLO YOU ARE VERY ATTRACTIVE SIR
have you tried throwing a piano
I don’t think they’d look so pretty after throwing a piano at them










