I Can’t Fix Him But I Could Fuck Him.

i need this, this is much more dramatic than a thermos

1920′s Traveling tea case. From America in the 1920′s, FB.

i want to be hugged.

i want someone to stroke my hair.

i want someone to tell me they’re proud of me.

i want someone to hold my hand in public.

i want someone to tell me everything’s gonna be okay.

i want someone to softly caress my skin.

i want someone to teach me their hobbies.

i want someone to explain to me stuff i don’t understand.

i want someone to give me forehead kisses.

i just want to feel safe, for once.

Henry Marchbanks Winter is so funny without trying to be. He’s like, “Turns out our Shakespearean poison drama won’t work. In light of that, we will be instead shoving him off a cliff.”

do you think Henry would be into bdsm? i’d love to think that he’s a sadist and is into experimenting, like, he loves to “test” some things on his partner in bed and see their reaction. maybe something a little brutal, he probably wouldn’t care too much about safety concerns

this is such a distinctive and notably suitable way to look at his character — thank you for your prompt!

given his questionable morals and recurrent aggressive tendencies, i wouldn’t count that out of the picture at all. it’s already (indirectly) established that he’s a masochist — he prefers not to rely on a cane solely for presentation purposes when he, in fact, desperately needs it due to his leg injury — which is why i wouldn’t consider it anywhere out of the ordinary to attribute sadism to him as well (as those two often go hand-in-hand, specifically on opposite ends of infliction).

and god, yes. he absolutely could be. stoicism and emotional numbness aside, all that tension needs to go somewhere. we know him to become agitated and, at times, even irate — however seldom that may be — and it is precisely those very rare moments we get that have me thinking, what if that anger was directed someplace lascivious? of course, it’s not exactly a healthy concept to bear in mind, but this is all hypothetical, after all. but yes, i absolutely believe he would find immense pleasure in inflicting physical pain, be it to himself or a partner in an intimate setting. he would likewise be the type to test his partner’s limits the farthest he can — just to see where it might lead. clear as day, i can see him entertaining the thought of pushing further and further, it’d entice him greatly.

concerning the actual proceedings: if we stay on the more tame side of things, it’d probably be asphyxiation and rougher manual contact (let’s say slightly rougher manhandling, slapping, spanking, and the like). however, if the preference of the reader were to lie in a generally more extreme range of things, i wouldn’t exclude the additional implication of various objects with the intent of inflicting even greater physical ailment. this is where i prefer to make way for the wonders of one’s imagination, but just to disperse a few ideas: paddles, metal rods, whips — maybe.

i don’t know, something about his so undeniably being stoic and untouchable yet turning around to be such an ardent redirector of energy is so thrilling to take into consideration. thank you for this proposition. it’s all i will be thinking of.

this song makes me want to run through the endless fields in the sunset

same bro, same

"I shall move somewhere into the woods and try to improve myself."

1914, Franz Kafka

my grandma reading TSH pt.2

Me: so what do you think about Francis?

Grandma: awww, he’s such a sad homosexual

still can't get over the fact that i lost my tsh book :(

reject booktok culture. go to the library and get a weird little novel you’ve never heard of in your life and read it all in 2 days like god intended.

my grandma is currently halfway through TSH and yesterday when I asked her how she likes it and she was like “well no wonder they killed Bunny”

also she has lots of other savage opinions i love her