my autistic ass cannot decide which matthew lillard character i love more. brain is just playing ping-pong with itself, “no this guy. actually it’s him. no HIM. my bf.” BRO IT’S THE SAME GUY, DIFFERENT FONT. HELLO ??
“That was the final irony, I think. That, and well, this. And "fuck you" for all of you who were thinking it: I guess when all was said and done, I was nothing more than a God-damned, trendy-ass poser.”
whenever I'm feeling particularly sad I just remember the time Matthew Lillard had his hand on my stomach and told me to breathe deep and suddenly everything is okay again <33
professor!william and being his favorite little secret is taking over my brain
like him giving you special treatment. constantly pulling you aside just to get you close to him. eventually he starts subtly flirting, testing the waters. he notices how your cheeks flush red every time he “innocently” brushes against you.
it’s the end of the day, everyone’s leaving, and he calls you over as you’re nearly out of the classroom door. one thing leads to another and now he’s lifting your skirt up and folding you over his desk, shoving himself inside of you.