#been thinking

[mulderscully]

MOULIN ROUGE! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[hydrohobbyist]

Do I need a hug or do I just need to wrestle with one of the sturgeons in the touch tank at the zoo?

[serials1nner]

even in death, you are beautiful

[torifuckingspring2]

I feel like The Straights™ aren't really getting heated rivalry in a deeper sense because they don't know what it's like to lie about who you are for so long because you know it's not safe to be who you are publicly and then finding someone you can be who you are with and not being able to love them properly because you have to hide all the time. Like. Idk. I love that queer shows are hitting a wide audience and I think it's so important but it will never be the same to them and that's also important

[thegoodmorningman]

Go on, think about it for a million years, then you let me know if you think I'm wrong. Good Morning!!!

[kazzattack]

dick grayson who would absolutely love to tie you up vs jason todd who goes i can restrain your cute ass with one hand, wtf i need rope for?

[crybabykenly]

Pacing my floor because you are simply infuriating. You, my dear, are a matter of deep concern to me.

Those lips, always perked with mischief. You enjoy this game of teasing, and we both know exactly why.

Even now as you sleep in our bed, I can still picture the soft skin underneath, the angles of your body that cause such an illicit response from me. Do you know how hard it is to even be close to you right now? Do you understand the gravity of that precious stream flowing in your veins and how it calls to me? How you call to me?

I keep drifting closer to the bed, edging my way into your bubble, your space. You’re sleeping so soundly right now and part of me would hate to disrupt that but you know I have not slept for many nights. Many, many nights.

But perhaps I will perch on the bed next to you and pretend, for a moment, that I can. That when my eyes shut, I’ll savor your slumber and pass it as my own.

My maiden, I have not known rest until you.

And arguably, now I will never know it again.

I hear the uptick of your heart as I dip beside you. If my own could echo the beat, I’m certain it would hammering much harder. The war drum’s relentless pound as my fingertips dusted your arm. Your scenting is simply too intoxicating, and I’ve never had the best control with my impulses.

And you’re so incredibly warm against me. Your hair fanned like a halo around you draws me in closer. How can something so unholy witness enlightenment?

I believe the answer lies between your legs. You’re dripping even while you sleep. Are you dreaming of me? I hope so. I’ll make sure of it when I pepper kisses down your stomach, down your navel. I won’t be able to resist claiming you with my mouth.

There’s only one thing I want to taste more than your blood, my maiden.