I Fear You Will Never Escape Him, Steve

New York City, 1970s

raga io ogni volta vado in shock quando scopro che una persona che seguo è italiana per me gli italiani non esistono sull'internet, cioè bho almeno che non postino in italiano non ci penso che possano essere italiani e poi vado sul loro acc e leggo qualche stronzata tipo 'viva Poggibonsi' e sono così

Yes your blorbo is tortured and pathetic and slutty and pretty and suffers more than jesus and all that but never forget that your blorbo is, first and foremost, a loser.

One thing about me is that I will see a story about tragic siblings and grab it by the throat and shake it around like a rabid dog with a squeaky toy

Intricate rituals...

My honest reaction to doomed siblings:

billy resurrection except he’s gotta use his tits to break the cemetery gate open elvira mistress of the dark style

me, logging into ao3 5 minutes before bedtime: WAITER! bring me your finest enemies to lovers!

ao3 tag search function: excellent choice, sir! how would you like it cooked?

me: explicit. with a side of hurt/comfort

ao3: lovely! and may i suggest a drizzle of mutual pining?

me: of course, and can you add a spritz of angst? make it a 100k slowburn for good measure

ao3: coming right up, sir

me: thank you. oh, and waiter?

ao3: yes, sir?

me: make it gay

straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys