i think about this a lot because then in comes lawrence pulling his attention away from the gore and towards him and then they’re anchored 2 each other and in that moment they can finally feel comfort and i want to DIE
he looks so distraught and scared at what he did but he was completely justified in killing zepp and that's almost more horrifying that anything everyone fuck off
“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a faraway city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
we as a society need to stop giving our favorite characters our mental illnesses. switch it up s little bit. start giving characters your mildly annoying physical ailments
man i miss the rp days. staying up until 3am writing the craziest smut followed by such tenderness and longing. maybe a dash of angst. falling asleep like
ok so far
- shirtless/show me some skin lawrence
- rlly want to draw that eternal sunshine chainshipping crossover
- maybe some different horror aus with saw ppl?
- more lesbians
- should i give hoffstrahm a shot?