The mating call of the Lonely Tumblr Dom.
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Crossed
This qualifies as the least fucked-up thing ever written in Crossed, and only because I’ve taken it out of context.
For those who are unaware, Crossed is more or less the comics franchise equivalent of The Aristocrats; it’s a gore-soaked, rape-happy, one-joke premise that dares each writer/artist team to somehow exceed the raw depravity of those who came before.… Read the rest “Crossed”
And yet it is very Axl Rose of me.
So that’s something.
Romance always draws a crowd.
Kinda counting on it.
I’ll wave goodbye as you disappear.
Under New Management
Even when you tell him he’s unwelcome, he’s still more at home in your body than you’ve ever been.
I’m not into the fuckpig thing. If I’ve got to make a chick less attractive, I’d prefer to do so through the judicious application of my precious bodily fluids or the aggressive application of the back of my hand. Foam rubber noses just don’t do it for me.… Read the rest “”
Just followed a few new blogs and I think this is the part where I feel a little disgusting about myself because of the stuff I apparently like.
I hope this feeling passes.
It only passes when your conscience dies.… Read the rest “”
Hm. How about no to both?