#rhys.

[stickylikea]

open      to:    f. premise:      homebody      bf      dating      his      superstar      gf      ...      iconic      of      him      for      pulling      her,      but      he's      an      insecure      lil      bean.      hence      why      he's      upset     about      the      dress      she      chose      to      wear!      he's      just      a      man,      teehee.

                                    ❝      i      don't      really      mind      not      being      able      to      go      with      you,      but      ⸻      do      you      have      to      wear      that?      ❞

[litmoons-archived]

“   you   know   ,   i’ve   always   wondered   why   you   act   so   different   with   me   .   did   my   brother   tell   you   i’m   off   limits   or   something   ?   ‘cause   i’d   like   to   take   you   out   sometime   if   you   let   me   .   ”   

[vereais]

RHYSAND DOTHRINE ⸺ the red death

it is in their custom to consume the person they love. taboo flesh (…) taste best. cannibalism is blessed. nights he will sleep cradling your skull, sharpening his teeth on your toothless grin. sundays there is mass and communion, and he will put your relics to rest.

THE DARK URGE, BALDUR’S GATE. morally dark original character, explicit content for violence, gore, cannibalism and implied sexual content. loved by lei.

[lightpatch]

A rumpled mess, Rhys wakes up from his nap with a start, the dreams that had haunted his slumber leaking out into his reality even with Chae’s arms wound around him. They sit curled up in one of the chairs on his fire escape, tarp shielding them from the English downpour going on around them. It’s soothing, in a way, hearing the rain patter atop of them, and he shivers slightly from the chill as he tucks in closer. Fear shows on his face, deeply rooted and unable to be hidden, and he tucks into his lover’s neck like he means to keep it from him, even if he’s already seen it. Rhys is quiet, nothing to say for the moment, and his breaths are shallow as his body gives another tremble.

[incorrectelysium]

maven: If you and a same sex friend are eating out and request one check and the waiter sets it down in front of you, they’ve decided you’re the top.

chano: *remembers when he and rhys went to lunch and the waitress put the check down in front of rhys*

chano: First of all-

[ophelia-ohara-blog]

+ @rhystaylor.

                                 “I got you an iced coffee,” Ophelia said and sat down next to Rhys on a patch of grass by the lake, handing over one of the cups in the little carrier in her hand. “All the ice might have melted on the way here honestly— there was just about a thousand degrees in my car.” She scrunched up her nose a little, but a light laugh escaped her lips nevertheless. In the last couple of months, getting to know Rhys, she had learned he didn’t sweat the small stuff, and she figured he wouldn’t throw a fit over a pretty thin iced coffee. “Anyway, how’ve you been? I’m glad we’re meeting up here, I haven’t been to the lake in too long,” she admitted, wondering if the last time she was there really was when she’d cried over her breakup with Jackson. It seemed like a lifetime ago now, though she quickly pushed the thought away to not risk any emotions creeping back in.

[operativequotes]

[during the "carry your partner" portion of a race]

CIRO: [carries Noemi bridal-style, jogs a little and talks calmly with her]

RAFAEL: *sprints past, carries Rhys over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes; they’re both screaming]