Fuck it.
Bill Clinton with Catfish’s discography
I don't, don't, don't, get out
I can't see the sunshine
Oh I'll be waiting for you, baby
'Cause I'm through
Sit me down
Shut me up
I'll calm down
All I do is drink coffee and cry about how much I miss Van McCann
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something
Catfish better hurry up and come out of hiding because people are starting to go mad
Even a small post would suffice
I see a lot of catfish stans joining the Inhaler fandom, not that I blame them, they make pretty sick tunes
When the perfect conversation
Looks you in the eyes
And says they get what you've been saying
This whole time
You can look for confirmation
All your life
But you ain't gonna find much better than this
Really miss Catfish nowadays, but can we just take a moment and appreciate how f*cking sexy Van looks in this photo?
Cigarette tainted lips and eyes the color of the ocean.
I wanna love you
But I've no time for your friends who can fucking do one
I've had a rough night
Let's get drunk in your bedroom
And have a smoke in your window
Until you're urging I tear up your clothes
it’s “I want to share a ciggie with Van and just chill out like we’re childhood mates, but also make out on the sofa” hours.
Can we just take a moment to remember baby Van and his sweater obsession?
I’m not crying, you are
I want to put him in my pocket and keep him safe forever
All the old catfish Instagram posts have captions written by Van and they’re golden, so imagine if Van was actually active in social media and captioned his own posts on his Instagram...
The man would be legendary, providing the public with quality entertainment and a will to live
xalongfortheridex reblogged
Bit nervous to post my first fic request in case it’s shit and I also know I’ve waffled on for far too long in it lmao… 😆
Jealousy (Van McCann) Part 1
Request prompt: Van’s on tour and gets upset about reader getting close to another guy whilst he’s away and the resulting fallout…
Warnings: none really (not this part… 😉) bit of angst / Word Count: 2.8k
“Every relationship’s got it’s ups and downs Y/N, nobody’s perfect.”
You’re sitting in a pub garden with your best friend Erin, drowning your sorrows.
“I know. I just miss him so much, it’s like a part of me’s missing when he’s gone. I just don’t think he feels the same anymore.”
You’re practically sobbing into your glass of Pinot. Erin knows wine has this effect on you and she should have known better to be honest. She thought taking you out for drinks would cheer you up but now the alcohol’s taken hold there’s no consoling you.
Of course you know that there’s rough and smooth in every relationship, you’re under no illusion that yours is a fairytale, but when you think back to meeting Van just under a year ago it certainly seemed like he was some kind of prince sweeping you off your feet. Admittedly it was probably a more adult version of your average fairytale, but nevertheless…
You’d met him by chance in a bar after a show he’d been playing, and although you’d been pretty star-struck at first the chemistry between the two of you just couldn’t be ignored. You’d consummated the relationship that very same night back at your apartment, fuelled by the heady excitement of the attraction you both felt.
Since then you didn’t think your ardour would ever cool. Van’s driven and passionate and his energy is one of the things that keeps your relationship so vibrant, but recently you’ve been starting to worry.
I love this fic, you did great 🖤
"i’m a dead simple lad. i smoke fags and drink tea. i write my songs, i get in the van, i sing as good as i can.”
- V.M.
Van McCann: *exists*
Me:
Can’t believe got to hear Van’s voice today after so many months 🥺 the angel sounded so happy about playing Reading and Leeds. I’m so proud of the lads
Choke me
The only thing I want wrapped around my neck.
Low quality photo of a high quality man 🖤
Van’s been MIA for so long my brain is starting to question whether he’s real and actually exists or I’ve hallucinated his existence this entire time
Van’s thighs savin’ lives
Van’s legs>>>>>>> everything else in the world
I cocoon
'Round your shoulders
When you're half-cut
And you're frozen
And you've got that visible breathing
You're depending on me again
He’s so pretty I want to cry
Imagine wrapping your arms around him and giving him the biggest hug