Aug 8, 2018
look I’m not saying Clay’s dick *has* to look like shampoo ginger
... but I think it’d be neat.
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look I’m not saying Clay’s dick *has* to look like shampoo ginger
... but I think it’d be neat.
Everyone so goddamn thirsty for Venom these days, meanwhile I'm wondering why we didn't get more art of Orthax and Percy's unhealthy relationship.
So…
There were far more responses to the ‘What am I the patron saint of’ reblog than I expected, with a unanimous vote in favor of me being the patron saint of alien dicks. Unanimous. I’m not sure what to do with this information. XD
Fuck it.
Bow before me and rejoice in the bountiful xeno phallus.
logicalframework replied to your post:perfumeblogging: Serge Lutens Sarrasins
Your perfumeblogging is like reading explicit porn for an alien species.
I win at perfumeblogging
WAIT THERE'S FALLOUT 4 DLC OUT??
yEAH AUTOMATRON OR SMTH
There's a Brahmin stuck in railroad headquarters and it keeps climbing on top of the desks and head butting people. Des is unbothered.
dont worry, that’s just deacon’s latest disguise
Dirk/Kankri, all boys boarding school
It wasn’t hard to sneak into the classroom early in the morning to tape a love note to Kankri Vantas’ desk, but it’s surprisingly hard not to watch him see it and read it.
To his surprise, Kankri jerks his head to the left to look straight at Dirk just a couple of rows away, his jaw dropped, eyes wide and ears glowing a bright, deep red.
No one else writes in bright fucking orange pen with his level of neat, legible handwriting and, realizing this too late, Dirk just waves at Kankri, knowing that his cover as Mr. Secret Admirer was blown instantly by his own carelessness.
Ryou/Honda, x-files au
"If you're going to say aliens then maybe hold off on it this one time," Honda pleads when his partner makes his ever-familiar, thoughtful hum at the weird shit going on /this/ time.
"No, not aliens," Ryou muses, poking at the fluorescent blue goo covering the missing person's dresser, "ghosts, probably, or maybe something more...gross, for lack of a better word."
Honda groans into his hands while Ryou just smiles at him.