Porsche drives me tits in the air insane y’all. Here is a man who’s a muscle matrix and a fighting machine, but he has the waist of a Victorian twink. Here is a man who wants to eat the rich except for one specific man who Porsche wants to eat him instead. Here is a man who has thighs that could suffocate someone but all he wants to do is spread ‘em. Here is a man who acts like if he obeys one (1) command he’ll die, but still wants Kinn to tell him if he’s allowed to come go out with his friends. Here is a man who acts confident and casual and fun, but all he wants is to be called pretty and pressed against walls and told what to do. Here is a man who hates killing but mows down a dozen strangers with his bf’s lucky gun just so he can get back to his regularly scheduled programming of good dick and cuddles. Here is a man who throws out affection and smiles like it’s nothing, all the while begging for someone to give them back and mean it. Here is a man who’s only ever had casual sex despite the fact that every cell in his body is craving the kind of love that would ruin him for anyone else.
Porsche is baby, feral, gym rat, pretty princess, hero, murder boi, party animal, mom friend, cuddle whore, touch-starved, repression extravaganza, moral pretzel, muse, queen, and Marxist dreamboat, all for the price of one.
I’m going to be really upset if Kinn doesn’t wake up in hospital to both of his brothers and his father in his hospital room. I know Papa Korn will be there, but Both brothers need to be there, they just need to
Send a virtual hand and a heart of your choice and tag your KinnPorsche Tumblrina Besties to let them know that you’ll be holding their hand during the mess that we’ll all be during tonight’s special of KinnPorsche and the episodes that are yet to follow.
