seeing blogs with no boop button
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working on a closeson cowboy au... have some doodles
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i’m currently puking my guts because i watched brokeback mountain yesterday and cowboys are inherently queer and historians have found letters and journals entries of queer cowboys dating back to the 1800s and i don’t know if it’s because i’ve been in the closet most of my life but like. im so so happy that queer people exist and i’m not the only one you know???? it’s just a very happy feeling and there are literally no words to explain it.
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oh lord, how i know, oh lord, how i see / that only can the maker make a happy man of me
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Brokeback Mountain. I wish I knew how to quit you.
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Remembered at like 10 PM that in the first movie Jed apparently referenced Brokeback Mountain. I didn't have any other plans, so I kinda just manifested this.
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sigh
here i go again
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I wish I didn't love her, she wrote one day.
You can't unlove someone, I wrote. You can only hate them.
Lisa Taddeo, from Animal
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I need to remember that I can't be seen in public after going to Taco Bell.
I enjoy Doritos Locos tacos (almost a given; how can any joy-loving omnivore not appreciate the absurdity of taco innards sheathed in a giant nacho cheese Dorito?). But I forget, in between visits, the way their shell trades festive coloring and snacktual authenticity for structural integrity.
I hunch over the to-go bag as I eat my bright orange prizes, like a possessive squirrel with a penchant for drive-thru meals. But each taco starts crumbling the moment I lay eyes on it, and the bag somehow fails to catch most of the food as it falls, leaving that job to my shirt and pants (and, on one memorable occasion, my bra and one sock). As each shell expires, it leaves me with a handful of unprotected taco matter, which I apparently proceed to smear on my face, according to the car mirror.
I was supposed to go get my passport photo taken now, but it will have to wait another day. I don't have a strong sense of shame, but I can't bear to walk into Walgreens looking like I barely survived a taco tornado.
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I wish I knew how to quit you...
ZoSan brokebackmountain au
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ok so like, obviously Nina and Maggie are basically human versions on Crowley and Aziraphale right?? Right. And one wonderful example of that is when Crowley is about to lead everyone out of the bookshop, and Maggie (who has no idea what is going on but knows, knows, that whatever it is is dangerous), decides to stay. She wants to help. And she doesn't want Aziraphale to be on his own. Because she is brave. And because she stays, Nina (who was about to run away leave), also stays. (She's also just so curious about what's happening which is very familiar)
Aziraphale staying (to stop the apocalypse or in the book shop or on earth or in heaven) is him being brave. He's choosing to meet things head on. He's choosing to try and change the outcome. And because of that Crowley also stays.
But they're both idiots and Crowley doesn't understand that Aziraphale leaving for Heaven isn't actually him leaving it's Aziraphel choosing to stay and try and do good.
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and if we don’t get older
just know you were always my star
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Saturday Snips! ✂️
Thanks to @thinlinez for the tag! Tagging some of my lovely mutuals to share something if you'd like, no pressure if you don't.
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This is from my upcoming Fitness Instructor Harry fic, which I thought I started middle of last year... but came to find out it was 2021! Holy shit, do I need to get this thing finished!
Louis watches a drip of sweat travel down the back of Harry’s neck, falling hidden behind a butter yellow tank top between his shoulder blades, gathering somewhere amidst a damp patch in the middle. The need to be that single droplet of sweat, or the fabric that holds it, unnerves him, but Louis has never had such a strong desire for anything in all of his life. Since when does he have a sweat kink? Louis wonders to himself, horrified. Or a thing for muscled dudes? Well… maybe since he’s had that shirtless pic from Sports Illustrated of David Beckham and Thierry Henry plastered on his wall since primary school, he remembers. Sure, they might’ve been on the pitch, but you know it wasn’t his footie skills you were ogling in that photo, mate. Let’s be real. He argues with himself. But Harry isn’t some muscled dude, he’s just a beautiful human being. Anyone with two eyes in their head can see that. It doesn’t mean anything. So what if he notices how perfectly defined every single muscle in Harry's back is, even through his sweat-slicked tank top? It’s not his fault that it’s cut low enough on the sides to see everything. What, is he not supposed to look?
COMING SOON!
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