the-weaver-of-worlds:

disasterjones:

Molly drinking merlot for some reason conjures the image of him splayed out in a harem-style den with colorful tapestries and smoke hanging in the air, lazing comfortably atop plush jewel-toned pillows, wearing a chiffon robe tied delicately at the waist and nothing underneath, all while holding a glass roughly the size of his head and giving his most alluring “come hither, I dare you” smile

See, mental images like that remind me that I am not a lesbian and am in fact pan as all the hells

butwhatisit:

I honestly don’t know why I worry so much about whether or not something in a story or character development would be too extra.  Taliesin Jaffe out here creating The Only Steampunk In The Village, He Who Is So Dramatic That Even Demons Give Him The Side-eye, Third Of His Name, Who Is Rich and Fancy and Smarter Than You, and then the sequel, Of Course I Am Purple With Peacock Tattoos, Artfully Self-Inflicted Scars, Profound Secrets Involving Sacrifices and Sorrows, And An Accent Which Flutters In And Out Of Existence Like My Presence In Your Life, Stranger, Do Not Question This.