*lies dead on ground* *outline already drawn*
I would fucking. buy. that. calendar.
Jack’s whole costume thing half-unbuttoned by tentacles; them having slipped into his pants and around his throat… *whimper* dis so gud.
*lies dead on ground* *outline already drawn*
I would fucking. buy. that. calendar.
Jack’s whole costume thing half-unbuttoned by tentacles; them having slipped into his pants and around his throat… *whimper* dis so gud.