your local homausexual

a nonbinary femme fatale. a themme fatale, if you will :^ )

is there anything more comforting than having your bro tenderly pick you up and cradling your dead body to his chest every time you die in lethal company

i mean yeah i love my blorbo but that doesn't mean i don't want to put him through a horror game's worth of situations. if he's not exhausted, covered in blood, and frazzled beyond belief by the end of it all then he's not my babygirl

people who play lethal company without flashlights are braver than any us marine

frankly i need to bite something and violently rip it apart like dogs do with plushies and pillows or else i am going to go insane

[pours myself a glass of chocolate milk like it's whiskey]

okay but what if i actually posted stuff on this blog. y'know, as a treat.