He can’t remember the last time he felt this—visible. His whole life clawing his way to something worth being looked at, jealous of, admired and mostly feared, and then eighteen months of bleary dimness and diminishment: mocking disbelief from completely useless strangers, xenoforms only ever squeezed from their putrid eggs in order to drink and breed and die laughing at the possibility of his existence from across dirty rooms, loosing a sense of recognition of his own face in the mirror.
He wants this. A thick cock up his arse, and Kylo Ren inside his head, looking all the way through him.
Aware of His Own Halo Ch.3 by @badspacebabies
This entire scene is so gorgeous, hot, and inspiring??? So here’s my tribute to the amazing fic which was completed… about 4 months ago (◕◡◕✿). I’m always late…
I JUST FAINTED 💀
dispatches from the dumpster 