Palestine Signs At Seoul Pride

i know that i need them both in me, at the same time, no lube, no protection, day and night

i love billy butcher

he whimpers when you pull his hair

but also it riles him up so much that the nearest piece of furniture is broken and so are you, not being able to think, speak coherently or walk

but he also cuddles you afterwards, gives you forehead kisses and tells you how good you were

i'm a tiny little freak, with tiny little freaky thoughts about fictional psychopaths and freaks

Reblog to scare a CW executive.

me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com

i am both of them at the same time, okay?

false alarm my shift has been moved to sunday

gotta go to work today

kill me

i hate being a waitress

got back to work after a month of freedom and still the only thing i think about is billy butcher's huge, rough hands around my throat and in me <3

if it isn't me, god's favourite sacrificial lamb, then who will be the most psychotic prophet this world has ever seen?