Mutuals Can Always Dm Me But Be Warned I Talk Like Your Coworker Who Is Trying Too Hard To Get To Know

Being perceived is a damn nightmare. I wish to exist as a 3rd person narrator. Put me in life’s audience or something. Anything but up on stage.

My offering in these dark times: this porny Payneland fic I was writing yesterday when I got the news and which I finished today in a rage-fueled burst of spite (but quite happily for the boys).

It's been a couple of weeks since the boys' shockingly successful eye contact experiment, and Edwin is impatient to try something else.

Technically a sequel to You're a Star I'm Gazing from Edwin's point of view, but actually a sweet scoop of god-I-love-you type smut that you don't need any background knowledge to enjoy.

Explicit! See tags.

I understand now… we were robbed of this experience

Golden Prince

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

Loved every second of this

Added the promised second part y’all!

hey! donate to uk trans charities today because it’s gonna be a rough one

Never have I ever needed to consume someone’s art style so tremendously

Life on the Bayou by Laure de Chateaubourg

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

rb this to give the person you reblogged from a very tiny frog

DaVinci painting the Mona Lisa colorized