-Plays crab rave, but quietly bc he's just stepping down not actually dead, but the hand is resting on the volume dial waiting for the moment to crank it-
I know you're waiting for the full album to be out BPP but can you at least give your immediate thoughts about Rainy Days?
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The music video feels and flows like whoever edited it was microdosing on acid.
I like it. I like the song too tbh... but there's not much in it on its own for me to sink my teeth into. So I'm waiting for the whole project. Please be patient, Anon.
i think chapter two, plus a change in point of view, call for a new emoji yeah?
here's the 17th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: breathless by @chicanomick
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[ read scene one in its entirety ON AO3 ]
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God fucking dammit.
Mickey watches Ian walk away from the shop, the click of the closing door leaving him pained and breathless.
That settles it, he guesses—he’s a real pussy.
If he weren’t, he would’ve parlayed things into at least a beer.
Because yeah, Mickey’s hands trembled with every snip of his scissors, and sure, his face flushed as he lathered up red curls and watched the effects of his touch spread lazily across Ian’s freckled face.
But Ian was Tami’s client. And clearly recovering from some shit.
What, Mickey didn’t know, but fuck, he wants to find out.