working out with zayn would be so hot because he’d be watching his chest and arm muscles contort as he lifted a weight back and forth and the sweat would be dripping down his tattooed torso and dark hair and he’d lick the beads of sweat off his lips taking deep breaths as he felt his muscles burning
“If you woke up naked and stranded in the middle of the forest, far away from home, and a paparazzi appears, which god would you call on?”
“What an amazing question. I would call… ooh, who would get me out of THAT one? Wait wait wait, Hermes, right? He’s the messenger god, maybe he could get me out of there”
LESS THAN 3 HOURS OF SLEEP I FEEL GREAT LETS GO DO SOMETHING LETS GO KILL A DUDE
