Crozier during and after getting into that fight with his wife (fitzjames):
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.
Jirving fucks - confirmed
He’s just trying to be a supportive girlypop.
This is fucked up…I’m (not) sorry.
Tuunbaq waiting under the ice to chomp Sir John’s ass:
They’re gonna find you dude, they can smell your fruity ass.
Girl, you don’t even know how far I’d drag this man by his mutton chops…