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uhh my two cents are fucking each other

could’ve been into literally anything else but nooooo my brain decided the peak of romance was two toxic gay cannibals having the world’s most sexually charged therapy sessions

just have this image of them playfighting like. maybe it starts as trent jokingly keeping the remote from ted and him trying to wrestle it back and they're both laughing and then they sort of fall off the couch (trent with a little half-yelp half-shrieked out laughter and both of them with the wind knocked out of em a little but then they're just laughing bc it's a carpeted floor and they're ridiculous) and it's silly and warm and physical, you know, and trent's just like never had that, and ted isn't used to it either, anymore, and they end up basically entwined on the floor and laughing, grinning at each other, arms around each other,,,,,

Male Bedelia fucking Fem Hannibal while Fem Will eats Hannibal out. Fem Will is not allowed to touch herself, only watch and taste.

Lesbianism includes trans women and if you don't believe that you can get fucked

The Coraline gif and you using the term "gooner" in your posts. Grow up.

mid and ugly girls read too but no one wants to trademark that

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.