Connor is that friend that sees your sad twitter retweets and vague Instagram posts and calls and checks up on you and invites you over that Thursday for brunch. And when you get there he’s meticulously setting up his sunflower print dishes and glasses and gently shooing a Maine Coon kitten out of the way, and over pancakes and coffee, asks you with genuine concern what’s going on and what he can do to help

Happy Birthday Ratonhnhaké:ton ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ✧
You legit deserve all the happiness in the world!♡

Charles just wanted to show is love. Haytham just want to be left in peace. Connor is a rabid wolf animal.

It seems like I ended up deeper in this fandom than I thought I would.