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Shadow: God Ghost sounds so scary, I hope I never meet him

(Months later)

Shadow: That's a homosexual. That is the gayest, violent man I have ever met. That is a certified loser with the capability of murder. His boyfriend is scarier than him

Sometimes little pleasures in life are loadbearing. Whenever someone is like "If you'd just give up tea and coffee and sugar and--" im like I'll stop you right there. Because if you finish that sentence i am going to kill everyone in this building and then myself. If i have to face the horrors of the world without my little jar of caramel flavoured instant coffee i am going to go full American Psycho. Believe it or not, my main priority in life is not to have perfect teeth or be an Olympic athlete or look like a supermodel, but to actually enjoy living, because I spent far too long not doing that and it royally sucked. And boy, some people don't like hearing that. Particularly dentists

😈 You are not bound by the Hays code.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who are not punished by the narrative by the end of the story.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who win.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who make evil look fun and cool.

😈 You are allowed to make your fun, cool evil character the protagonist.

😈 You are allowed to glorify, romanticize and eroticize evil characters and villainous acts.

😈 You are not obligated to teach your audience a moral lesson.

Bird hybrid!Gaz, tending to a little thing with a broken wing. (Might have been his fault when trying to catch the darling thing) Feeding the agitated little thing and cooing gently, even as their feathers are ruffled and bristled up on the one good wing. The other splinted and resting gently on a pile of pillows and commandeered bedding from the other men. He's been wanting a little mate after all.

@goatgoesmbe @xxundeadfanboixx

Ghost:"whenever I'm mad at somebody I just remember that one day they will cease to exist and suddenly I'm in a better mood."

Price:"I said psych evals are coming up and that was your response?"

Everyone who sees you and Simon has a different idea of who the parasite is. Because it’s got to be one of you, otherwise the whole damned world won’t make sense.

The people who see the way you smile after Simon punches the lights out of someone who hit on you at the bar, the way you heap shopping bags on him without a word– they figure that some conniving, pretty thing has taken an ugly, lonely dog and wrapped it around her little finger to do her bidding. Who would otherwise be with a beast like that unless they were getting something out of it? He’s a bit older, too. You’re probably milking him for all he’s got, and the poor bastard might even be aware, but he’s too desperate to stop it from happening. People have a miraculous way of pitying the thing that disgusts them– as if the disgusting thing ever asked. The disgusting thing would prefer to be neither disgusting nor pitied, but if it had to pick one? It would rather be disgusting.

The people who see Simon’s bruising grip around your waist, the way he grabs you by the hand and pulls you out of establishments, the way he grunts when you dote on him– they think poor thing. Letting a brute handle her like that. She probably has no self respect, thinks that she can’t do any better, is convinced that hurt and love are close bedfellows. Probably has a strained relationship with her parents, if there’s any at all. Probably too scared to leave. Bet he just grabbed the first soft thing he could see when he realized that he needed something to keep inside, to warm his bed, to make his tea, to bear the brunt of his feelings of impotence. You must be helpless and lost. You must cry yourself to sleep sometimes. You must know that one day he might rip something out that you can’t grow back.

In reality, they should be scared of your symbiosis. As if created by the philosopher’s stone, your bond was forged without sacrifice. The ultimate fulfillment in auto-cannibalism is unattainable, but you’ve figured out how to perpetually nourish and consume each other, a two-headed ouroboros. It was supposed to be Adam pulling free his rib to create his woman, not two anatomical dolls sitting on the floor together and exchanging plastic organs. 

You don’t like the pickles and he does, so you get to take your pickles off of your burger and he gets to have extra pickles.

Shadowplay 🌤️