I don’t know if you all realize how often I think about @02511213942 ‘s art and specifically the “Aaron and Neil were friends first” lol. Neil brought snacks for the study session
(I do know there’s a fic about the topic out there as well but I.. don’t read fic much so 025’s was my intro the au train of thought and I fell in love with it. Andrew’s throwback memory is their art from the above linked post and the whole thing is worth seeing again even if you’ve already seen it 😂💕)
Anyway Aaron, new counterargument: what if Neil brought Andrew a little treat tho
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My honest reaction to the recent grian and scar’s traffic episodes
Also this
And this one 🥺
The gays must be gay but the more I watch traffic series the more I think that destiny is homophobic
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Dam my twitter notifications are really going off right now, I wonder why,
I’m getting all these reply’s of people screaming. Weird.
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I’ve started to create a malevolent collage rock band au!
I couldn’t find a last name for Oscar because I’m pretty sure it’s never mentioned so if anyone has any ideas pls tell me. I have a bunch more ideas for this au but I don’t want to rant on this post, so also let me know if you want more details.
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I’m on one with my “Colm overhears Wesper having sex” drabbles, apparently. Tagging @aphroditestummyrolls for ✨Colm✨ (and the encouragement ❤️).
Ever since that first morning a few days ago, the morning after they finally slept, they’ve been, well, insufferable. Colm’s lost count of the amount of times they’ve snuck off in the middle of helping him harvest the jurda blossoms, returning a while later with lips bitten red, clothes and hair rumpled.
They’re not very subtle about it, is the thing. He’s seen the looks they give each other, his son’s sly smile and the twinkle in his eyes, Wylan’s coy glances from underneath his lashes, the little smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth.
So it’s not that he’s surprised.
It’s the middle of the night. By all accounts, he should be asleep. And he was, waking only for a trip to the bathroom and a glass of water. Back in bed and staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come, he hears the soft creak of the bed in Jesper’s room and hushed voices.
He tries not to listen, tries to focus on the sounds of the farm at night, but his home is small and always has been. And, he supposes, the more you try not to hear something, the more you inevitably do hear it.
So Colm lies there, trying very hard not to imagine what’s making his son curse up a storm while Wylan laughs breathlessly.
There’s a lull for a moment, then a sharp gasp and a quickly muffled moan, followed by the low murmur of Jesper’s voice.
“Baby, you have to be quiet.”
Colm could do without knowing that his son calls his boyfriend baby in bed. He could definitely do without hearing the whine that Wylan lets out in response.
With a sigh, he shoves his head underneath the pillow and waits for it to be over.
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