So there I was, just scrolling through Instagram and minding my own business, when I died. I just dropped dead.
Now there's no need to get your Sherlock Holmes hat on, because I already know who killed me. It was Darren Criss. Specifically this picture of Darren Criss.
So after I died, I decided to do some investigating into how my life could just suddenly end like that, and I found a small video. I pressed play. And I died again.
And if you look at the rest of the pictures from that interview, they all basically have the same effect.
Now I don't know about you but back in the day I had a real crush on Darren Criss when he was in Glee. 16-year-old me was in love tbh.
And I won't lie, now that I'm 24 I think the love has returned along with a bucketload of thirst and unholy thoughts.
Because I mean... just look at his face.
OK, it's hard to look at him for more than five seconds without fainting, but try anyway!
Maybe it's the beard. The beard is pretty great.
Or is it his smile, because that's also v v cute.
The expression "what that tongue do" was created after someone saw this picture tbh.
And what's better than a picture of Darren Criss? A picture of Darren Criss with Ricky Martin, that's what.
Because in case you didn't know, the two of them are now starring in the new TV show The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story.
Unfortunately we can't really think that Darren's hot in this, even though he is, because he plays a murderer and that's kinda* problematic.
But fortunately he seems like a much nicer guy IRL, so we'll cling to that instead.
Anyway, I've spent far too long chit-chatting. After all, I'm meant to be dead so yeah, RIP me. BYE!
