Homoerotic fist fights.
Homoerotic knife fights.
Homoerotic gun fights.
Homoerotic fist fights.
Homoerotic knife fights.
Homoerotic gun fights.
Imagine you and your rival F/O, beaten, bloody and bruised, covered in the marks you’ve left on one another.
You summon up the strength to sit, and you lean on each other, shoulder to shoulder.
You F/O smiles, and puts their arm around your shoulders.
Me, looking at some of my recent blackrom-y reblogs: I wish I had a functional kismesitude. 😔
Both the Amporas turn around to stare at me: … 🤨
Me: I said functional!