you make my fucking blood run cold

he's in my mind crossdressing

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

thinking about cattonquick summer....ollie sitting on the edge of the pool, dripping wet, eyes fixated on felix swallowing down his cock like his life depends on it. hands tangled in his soaking wet hair, reveling in the whines he lets out when he hits the back of felix's throat. when they kiss afterwards its all hot and needy and felix tastes like popsicles and pool water in the best fucking way

something something Oliver strangling Felix with their Red Thread of Fate when Felix tried to cut it

this includes if you follow me and I see radfem/terf shit on your blog. get out of here, you don't get to see my shit

what the fuck is rizz. tell me i’m the knife you twist inside yourself

Do you think hauntings can go both ways. Like, if a ghost is a dead person who can't move on, what is an alive person who can't let go of someone dead? Grief as a form of haunting. Dragging the memory of a corpse with you because it's all that's left of them. Seeing them out of the corner of your eye sometimes. You know. It pairs nicely with obsession of revenge

favorite ship dynamic: scary one and the one that gets scared

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)