I'm a queer city goose. Honk Honk.

whines pitifully . flops on the ground . bursts into flames

The thing is I’m always whump brained but then every once in a while itll turn from background noise to like an active craving. I need kidnapping and tied up men and noncon and all sorts of other messed up shit. I crave it in my bones. I want to see a pretty boy. Get his bones broken.

the spirit is willing but the flesh is chronically ill

MILD hurt/comfort? nuh uh. torture him. sepsis. swept downstream in a frozen river. 6 month convalescence. commit to it.

booboos on his body AND his soul AND his dignity

humble that man. he should have to be nursed back to health my his romantic interested and accidentally throw up and pass out on them when they try to clean his wounds

Oh absent friends we're really in it now

9th doctor era was simply The Best One im sorry. shaved head leather jacket doc martins telling people to kill themselves. sweetie pea retail worker universal union organizer who became god for him. their stray cat horny little boytoy bottom who becomes an unkillable eldritch horror because of their love. did i mention the first guys a dilf and the other two have daddy issues.

Now that IS good news

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