i 💙 sex pal

thinking about camilla hect’s canonical handcuffs. which could mean nothing

I’ll see a fictional man (hwang in-ho) with sad brown eyes, tragic backstory, deep trauma that resulted in a helpless cry for tenderness and a shameful need to be held and loved, all buried underneath violence and a corrupted morality, and then I remember I’m not above temptations of the flesh and whump fanfiction

tag your blorbo

platonic sex with sex pal, call that pal sex

This seems counterproductive to your goals, how are you going to get ice cream if there is no earth? Are you an idiot stupid of sorts?

TLT does kill your gays but like. In a sexy way. They’re haunting the narrative you can’t stop seeing them in the corner of your eye you can’t live without them they’re integrated into your soul but in such a way that they’re gone forever. Where do they end where do you begin. It doesn’t matter because you’re all dying anyway

They also keep coming back on account of the whole necromancy thing.

was it casual when i manually reassembled your exploded skull from 96 tiny pieces?

her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily

to his horror? weak shit. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

In light of the recent Muir event where she talked about 1) Lyctors losing their humanity by definition and 2) the centrality of memory to the series, I would like to draw everyone's attention to the fact that Paul has to ask Gideon where they've seen the Devils before, because they're struggling with memory.