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.
i hate to say this but i just had the best meal of my life and it was ceviche at a mexican restaurant called “mas margaritas” in cedar rapids, iowa
literally after every single bite i was internally like “holy SHIT this is divine” but i had to keep it inside bc i would lose all credibility with my family if i let them know this ceviche from mas margaritas (restaurant in cedar rapids, IA) was better than any mexican cuisine i’ve ever had in LA or uh. mexico. and you know when people say that a food is better than sex. it was like that but it was like when i was in middle school and repressing my sexuality and had to pretend i wasn’t turned on when my friends played gay chicken at sleepovers and slowly moved their hands up my thigh asking “are you scared? are you scared?” get this to 10k and i’ll post it on yelp
an angel would fuck a streetlamp and it would be nothing. it would be like a dog thoughtlessly rutting against a couch: pure instinctual pleasure chasing with something that may elicit but not share in your libido. but if an angel fucked a cell tower then viable offspring could very well result
