Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
Sometimes I post mature content, so I'll ask to only follow me if you're 18+.
This is a multifandom blog. Expect lots of Hannibal and Star Trek. Also Vampire Chronicles. Lots of movies. There will be on occasion rock bands and singers. Also books and TV shows and random stuff.
Check my About Me and the links in the navigation page to see more info.
I just discovered that Marc Almond (singer of Snake Charmer) and Siouxsie Sioux (singer of Love Crime) made a song together and if THAT doesn’t give you Hannigram vibes then I don’t know….esp Hannigram S2 and doubting but tempted Will from S3 *heart eyes*
@cannibalcuisine I don’t know if you’re still up for Hannigram song recs but I thought I’d tag you :)
This is the age of the high heeled protege Lift off your flesh for nature’s honest game Twist me round the roundabout around everybody Hey I’ll be your dog, be my god
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Have me Oh oh oh oh oh Grab me
These are the days of skin tight village ways Seize and regain a pact of skin both ways Everywhere in every way with everybody Hey I’ll be your dog, be my god
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Have me Oh oh oh oh oh Gag me
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Have me Oh oh oh oh oh
Twist me round the roundabout Higher high strip me out Take my body crawl inside Kiss these battered bones that’s mine Hit me with your waterstone cross high above all this Vandalise my part time job, listen to me
This is the time to wash your dirty mind Kiss high heeled lines, kiss this love and slime Again and again you want everything you want everybody Hey, I’ll be your dog, be my god
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Have me Oh oh oh oh oh Grab me
Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make her home my home My heart’s an autoclave