Dude, What If I Fed You Poison To Put An End To Your Suffering, And Then Massaged Your Throat To Help

*Hickey texting Billy after a third breakup*

Hickey: The overwhelming self-destructive urge to go for a midnight drive when the edible hits is like the feeling an animal gets when its leg is stuck in a snare

Billy: Cornelius, do not come over

Hickey: nom nom nom *sends eta*

That too

Hickey is the kind of guy that would walk into your room, knock over three trinkets, shift a painting, flip you off, and leave without closing the door.

I have been consumed by the maddening hunger that is doomed polar expeditions.

Crozier by the end of the series:

The gang’s all here 😭

The Terror fandom right now:

That man didn’t give a fuck about Billy’s bones. 😭

Crozier: What’s left in my stores?

Jopson: Two bottles, sir.

Crozier:

Hickey is the kind of guy that would walk into your room, knock over three trinkets, shift a painting, flip you off, and leave without closing the door.

Did we not watch the same show or read the same book???