Insomnia has me awake, watching my partner sleep and thinking about Dirk and Hal.

To be loved is to be known, to be considered, remembered. For someone to look at the life you have, and the life they want you to have, and to bridge the gap for you.

Thinking about my Hal...

this is what I do when I’m not posting

Post-game Hal develops a slow infatuation with Dirk.

The shifts in his expressions are so slight. Hal notices every single one.

Dirk's changes in mood are subtle, but Hal can't help but follow them. He can't help but monitor Dirk's habits and meddle when he doesn't eat or sleep.

Bring back bloodletting.

princess, frowning: you’d never be treacherous right? like you’re a good girl vizier?
*desperately holding the cartoonishly bulging closet door behind me shut against an avalanche of sex toys and bondage gear*
me: n-no, my lady, i’d never violate your person

i just want somebody to stab me and fuck the wound is that so much to ask

Shooting a girl and fingering her new holes

robot girl laughing as her body is slammed into a wall repeatedly

Dirk and Hal are like if fated soulmates were also bitter roommates who never agreed on whose turn it was to do the dishes.

I'll eventually need a new pfp for this account, but this will do for now. It was for my old hstwt account. Artist name is absentamnesiac on Twitter.