Call me by Y/N

I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.

You can pull a knight in by the collar of the their chest plate- hey did you know that you can pull a knight in by the collar of their chest plate like a collar— hey its imperative that you know you can— *arrow pierces my armor and kills me instantly*

Your just saying that because your a sick pervert who gets off to themes and ideas

The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.

They should invent a person who is sexually attracted to you and also cares about you as a person

like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.

so when are you gonna tell me that i’m the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires?

before we have sex can you reassure me i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever seen and repeat it a thousand times please