dont get me invested in a ship or i WILL draw art for them. i blame @minarcana entirely for letting me get my grubby hands on uritheo. when is the time for theo’s whore era ??? it lives rent-free in my brain

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dont get me invested in a ship or i WILL draw art for them. i blame @minarcana entirely for letting me get my grubby hands on uritheo. when is the time for theo’s whore era ??? it lives rent-free in my brain
PICREW LINK.
Tagged by: stole it from @sadistic-sakamaki
Tagging: Anyone who wants to steal it!
BRIAR SINCLAIR & THEODORE LANGLEY AESTHETIC !
( @vcrsutus)
❛ she didn’t feel fireworks go off in her chest when she first met him. he didn’t fall for her at first sight. LOVE was never part of the question. he gave her a shoulder to cry on when her boyfriend broke her heart. she stood by his side through every monster he was to scared to face. this was what they were. she knew his habits like the back of her hand. he could make her laugh even on her darkest nights. they were PERFECT. he began to hear her voice as a lullaby. she could no longer imagine anyone else by her side. they found love slowly. ❜
bonus !
❝I found a piece of concrete. I picked it up and brought it over to the edge, counted to three, and flung it down. It made a big splash and a clanging noise. I was staring over the cliff at my masterpiece when Theo came up from behind me and grabbed me around the waist.
He squeezed me really tight and leaned forward with me, making like he was going to fling me into the mucky water. I begged him not to throw me. He was squeezing me so tightly that I had to make sure not to exhale too much so it hurt my rib cage and my side.
“You’re my prisoner, you know. I’m going to hold you hostage. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said and relaxed.
And I closed my eyes. It felt like we were flying. It was necessary for him to hold me this tightly so that I wouldn’t fall. Together we were going to be very strong. The world was going to pay for what it had done to us.
--Lullabies for Little Criminals, Heather O'Neill