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10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board
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Rick Maserati or whoever
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gay-flyboys · 9 days
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I would be so scared to live in a country with no freedom of speech. I want to call the president a cuck and face no legal repercussions. How is this in any way a crime.
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gay-flyboys · 11 days
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WIP Wednesday
So I totally lied about actively writing Celestial AU. Oops. I took a break and wrote something for not Firstprince and then got distracted for a couple of weeks. My bad.
Anyway. I'm picking it up again, and hopefully will be making progress. Until then uhhh have sad shit. Bc this fic is heavily focusing on grief and loss.
“What’re you thinking about, Hen?” Arthur’s voice pulls him into the moment. Henry smiles, sadness pulling at the corners. His eyes stay trained on the window for a second after he turns his head to face Arthur. “The next time we’ll be able to go look at Orion,” he replies after a moment . Heat rises to his cheeks, taunting his eyes into watering again. Henry knows he’s kidding himself, but the lie slips out easily.  Arthur doesn’t respond immediately, the knowledge that Henry’s statement will never come to fruition hanging heavy in place of an answer. Instead, he takes Henry’s right hand. It was hanging limp over the edge of the railing on the outside of Arthur’s bed. There’s little resistance when he grabs it-Henry willing and able to let the contact occur. His hand is turned to be palm up, his fingers curling slightly as they relax. Arthur presses a thumb to the centre of his palm, then drags it down toward Henry’s wrist, stopping only when he reaches the pulse point. With the extra pressure, Henry is made aware of his heartbeat, blood rushing beneath the loose grip of his father. From the sound of it, Henry’s races when compared to the slow rhythm of Arthur’s.
Thank you to @littlemisskittentoes and @msmarvelouswinchester for the tags
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gay-flyboys · 14 days
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(There IS a correct answer!)
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i love seeing the thumbnails for intrepid heroes seasons bc they're always dressed like
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and then brennan is just
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Keep my name bit out of your mouth!
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what if you got on your knees and sucked on my fingers as a joke ? no yeah it’s for a bit . comere you gotta get super drooly too it’s gonna be hilarious i promise
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I’m sorry if i seem weird it's because I literally am
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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez
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love that adaine is just the rose tyler of this world, teenage oracle with a shit job who immediately asks everyone she meets if they've heard of a union
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