This is what Steven Spielberg sees when he sleeps.
This is the thing nightmares are made of and weird, weird slash fictions written about.
“E-Tyrannosaurus Rex looked deep into it’s eyes. He’s spent his whole life trying to get home - to feel secure. Safe. Loved. But now, was it all worth it? All that running and hiding and phoning? Perhaps he didn’t need to go home. Perhaps home was here, all along, in his arms.
King Kong grunted, and E-Tyrannosaurus Rex felt a sharp tingle travel down his spine…”
DON’T JUDGE ME I’M SICK
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