You’re a good man Jean Moreau

guards! read me my bedtime yaoi

my liege if you keep having all of the guards come to your bedroom to read you bedtime stories, there will be no one to actually guard the castle during that time!

any intruders are welcome to join us for story time

my liege the enemies to lovers yaoi is affecting your perception of the danger of real enemies.

when will it be my turn.

holy fuck

happy one year to bedtime yaoi

ive invented (note: dubious claim) something i call the bear diet which is mostly fruits and vegetables with fish as the main protein source and something like once a month you eat a few hyperprocessed foods of your liking because that is when you, the bear, raid a dumpster in the suburbs

(Rolling over in bed and tucking my google doc's hair behind its ear) what did we get up to last night...

Ghosts aren't real, it was probably just the house settling that gave you that blowjob

What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.

I just think it’s so funny how we talk about Jeremy being the unreliable narrator but then we have Jean who won’t remotely acknowledge that he’s been crushing on Jeremy since the Stone Age but will convey it to us in a series of complex actions and sudden rushes of feeling, like everything’s normal and then suddenly Jeremy smiles at him and Jean is like I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW DON’T ASK ME WHY, and he’s throwing Jeremy’s brother through a car because it just felt like the right thing to do after he saw Jeremy’s blank face, he’s wishing he could trace the weight of him against his body, he’s ogling him in the showers and crashing out because Jeremy smells like another man. But not ONCE does he actually go hmm……why do I react like this? Anyway, my favourite colour is brown like the eyes that find me first in every room. Which could mean nothing.

having a belly outline while wearing a dress is a very beautiful and sexy accessory. anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is getting put in the shredder

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me