#kildipshit

Moodboard For Karagrave

“Everything is about sex except sex – sex is about power…“

omggggg ok so!~~

first of all thank u :)))))))

second of all IDC!!!!!! I LITERALLY DON’T CARE!!!! like there is def a difference in someone using him too and then also being weird about like maybe using specific things i do for eros that aren’t vague enough to be an all around THING for that fella??? if u feel me?

idk i totally get people who are weird about that and get nervous (esp when they are like “BUT THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER OPTIONS....... OF ALL THEM WHY MINE?”) BUT!!!

I DON’T CARE :) i mean esp. because you asked? and that’s sort of like... idk feels like ur really cool and nice and ppl like that i am 10x more inclined to just be chill with anyway, but even if you DIDN’T i wouldn’t really care!

DO U NEED ICONS? I MEAN RLY I’LL SHARE ALL OF MINE IDC.

i also used aaron taylor johnson once upon a time too :) before that uhmmmmmm briefly, before tumblr, he was joe ... something... wtf is his name? the dude from across the universe that played max???

anyhow. i appreciate you asking, i’d def do the same thing if i noticed this was a thing so it’s nice to have someone around that has the same inclinations :)

     There’s a resonating clicking of heels against aging concrete, guards like broading angels guarding over her from behind. So many NOTES, making for a fairly thick manila envelope to be cradled in fragile arms. Her very first patient - one she’s been BEGGING to have a session with for months now. After much persuading & enough ask to annoy any professional, they finally granted to her just what she wanted: a session to study the psychology of KILGRAVE. 

     Door resonates off metallic walls like a lion’s growl, allowing her access into the room on her own, guards to stand watch just outside the now slammed shut door. There’s little in the room, nothing he could attempt to use to harm her. Straight jacket on him is bound TIGHT, allowing little room to move besides the smallest turns of his body & fidgets of muscles beneath bonds.  A white that matches the coat around her, minuscule form taking the seat opposite of him.

            The racket he’d made inside the room, the broken bed and the mess of covers sprawled on the floor was enough reason for him to get kicked out of the apartment he was cordially invited to: it was just a shame he hadn’t intended for any of it to happen.

Truth be told, David should’ve come with a shirt that clearly read ❛ I will break things in my sleep if I have nightmares ❜, but he can’t afford go around telling everyone about it because he wouldn’t be able to find places to stay the night in. Sure, he could go around and find a place of his own, but rent was way too high for his budget of five bucks and a packet of ramen noodles. 

You’d think being a  ❛ superhero ❜ would land him a big paycheck but, then again, he’s very much missing the hero part.