Lobo's fangirling hard

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.

"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.

“source?” the mold in my water bottle told me

vampirism as a metaphor for queerness. hunger as a metaphor for repressed desire. immortality as an expression of profound loneliness.

we romanticize demonic possession here, sir

pussy understander so they call me cliterate

god gives his most specific, hard to explain genders to his strongest dykes

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms