We have not sexualized gladiatorial combat enough I'm telling you. The drama, the passion, two sweaty bodies pitted against each other, the leather straps, the public yet intimate nature of it all. Like come on.
when I mention that I have OCD and people think I mean I'm an organized perfectionist, but then they find out I'm actually constantly bordering on psychosis
Eddie would absolutely fuck Steve and then roll over 100% dead serious and say “in my post-coital era” while Steve is fighting for his life from having his soul sucked out of his dick.
hazbin really just activated my autism like a sleeper agent. i haven’t hyperfixated this hard since pjo. and i’ve been in the trenches of pjo for a decade now. i’ve listened to the hazbin/helluva soundtracks on repeat almost everyday for the last week. my spotify wrapped is going to call me out so bad this year.
And my PCOS pain is worse than all that combined. I can't sit up straight. I'm curled up in a ball taking Toradol every 6 hours because going to the ER won't change anything. I want these monstrous and useless organs out of my body. I wanna lay down without extra cries because more than one part of my faulty body is experiencing uncontrollable pain.
Rip. Out. My. Uterus. Feel free to take the ovaries too I don't need them 💀