Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

littlesmartart:

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look… eurovision was MADE for Lestat. he’s a washed up rockstar, he’s a slut, he’s european, and he has the kind of bit that’s the perfect blend of camp and horny for a eurovision act. he’s gonna mug the camera, he’s gonna strip on stage, he’s gonna coat himself in glitter, he’s gonna reuse his 80s looks, he’s gonna commit, and you know he’d do fucking NUMBERS. he’d also absolutely enter the stage in a coffin with his arms crossed over his chest and the fog machine cranked up.

meanwhile, in the green room at table Francais…

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infectiouspiss:

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literary-ambrosiac:

Love really is just “I’m thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you’d like this book. I miss you when you aren’t here.” isn’t it?