Pov you meet Bo at the funeral but he's drunk off his face and raving about his mother
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transmasc vincent sinclair (!!)
i love him sm, i will be drawing more transmasc!vinnie when i have the means to c:
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
I just adore him so much.
letter from a mother of a gay man. sent to ONE magazine, 1958.
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This post was flagged as adult content and the original poster was deactivated so I'm bringing it back.
zombie face
imagine Lester brining home a rat to keep as a pet but doesn’t tell Vincent or Bo. he puts it in a shoe box with some bread crumbs and a water bottle cut in half with some water in it and goes to bed. the rat chews its way out of the shoe box and ends up in Bo’s room and all you here is a high pitched scream, sounding close to a woman’s scream and low and behold its Bo standing up on his dresser cussing everybody out, screaming about a rat nibbling on his toes in the middle of the night. Vincent is holding back from laughing & poor Lester is getting the brunt of it all and has to find his new friend, Joe.
He is the handsomest man I’ve ever seen (he is covered in blood), he is my baby girl (he has murdered several people, will do it again).