whatever our souls are made of

The thing about a really good ship is I need it to be equal parts sweet and fucked up. It's like a lemonade. you want it half sour and half sweet because the two flavors are complementary. The love needs to be there so it can wreck their lives or they need to be wrecks so they can fall in love

Remember: if they can regenerate it is completely okay to do as much brutality as you want because they'll just heal it away anyways ^_^

so are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)

he should be twitching under my scalpels careful gleam #true

obviously I take no pleasure whatsoever in tenderly caring for you while you're sick and writhing in bed with a fever

it really is unfortunate that loving someone enough doesn't give you the ability to pass not entirely painlessly but with complete trust and encouragement through the boundaries preventing you from reaching into each other's chests and wrapping your hand around the slippery-warm muscle of their beating heart. then again we would probably all be having less sex if this was an option so.

i am God’s favourite little cosmic joke. his favourite suffering soldier. his sacrificial lamb. his poor little meow meow. his whore of babylon. i’m his fallen angel. i’m gonna bite his neck until it bleeds

two characters who understand each other like no one else does and therefore hurt each other like no one else can

HOP OFF MY DICKKKK!!! wait get back on i miss you

I am going to imagine a scene between two deeply fucked-up characters that is so improbably tender

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.