Had a dream last night that i was a knight and this bigger scarier knight had me on the ground and right before he swung his sword at my neck he said smth like "i mourn the loss of life for the tree who will become your coffin" which shouldnt have turned me on like it did but alas
I got a kink for when people fucking despise me
play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy
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I’m also forever thinking about danny boyle saying this about cillian murphy btw
cillian murphy and danny boyle on the set of sunshine (2007)
oh my god i need the shit beat out of me partially for sexual reasons but mostly cause i just need the shit beat out of me
Me after watching fight club realizing how badly I wanted to experience a broken nose and a fight
The way Hannibal always makes people formally ask him for help when he has manipulated them into doing murder (Abigail, Will, Bedelia) is so The Devil of him. It always feels like they’re signing a contract. I can help you, if you ask me. But only if you ask. It’s the darkest version of coersed consent and I love that nasty bitch for it
so funny when an extremely manipulative character becomes emotionally dependent on their victim and still deludes themselves into thinking they don’t care. truly one of my favorite tropes
Hannibal <3
Peter, is your social worker in that Pink Pony?
You said you like magic? I’ve got very non-suspicious rabbit!
Hehehehe
Been working on this for a while, because I was so busy the last few months. I thought about doing this, just because the game is standing around in my home, so why not try this out. Just let me know if yall like it and if I should continue that
Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*
no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.
