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they should ahave given me g just for picking cav and elbow

#like doyou even know me #smfh

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there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look

#the veil is incredibly thin. over here. #step into my beautiful world

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wow. you CAN host your own instance of ao3. that doesnt mean. you should

#i was thinking. use case not quite as necessary as smt like gitea tbh #ao3 is built to soak up a lot of content why host your own and isolate yourself. imo. still cool as fuck though #ok actually as a personal archive i suppose it works but i would have thought theres far lighter blogging software for that

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when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

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#kittelscalfs #i like. guess. or #gsbiceps

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gee

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everyone tell me who you got

#i got pog 🤧 very much untrue

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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

#tissue box. water. glasses. watch. the world of cycling according to g and great rides according to g.

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#YES

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NOOO migraine be gone.

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People tend to throw out the phrase "extremely specific kinks" as though that inherently implies something transgressive, but in my experience, the overwhelming majority of extremely specific kinks are so innocuous that you could see them in public and not even clock them. For every person who can only get off to having their nipples electrocuted, there are a dozen who are volcanically aroused by seeing their partner wearing one specific pair of socks.

#LUKE

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heres a picture that i really like check it out

#Doing this to swifty.

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One of my FAVOURITE ship dynamics to write or read in fics is when two characters are basically already a couple but they just haven't realised it yet. They call each other up at like 3am, they cuddle, they sleep in the same bed, they fall asleep in each other's arms, they hold hands, they practically live together, they talk about having a ~ special connection ~, they just haven't actually kissed or done the do or talked about their feelings yet so they're still both like "but I just don't know if they like me in that way!!"

#SMILES SERENELY.

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Little?

looks at you shyly. this one is one of the ideas that has been bouncing around my brain for months and. i periodically rewrite it T_T

my only warnings are for angst and (sfw) subspacey stuff

one of my recurring fandom themes is that no matter what ill always generate some kind of age regression fic (the luke one i mentioned a while back doesnt really count thats........ different lol) and this one is G (ofc. who else is it gonna Be. lets be real for a second.) And Well. this particular version of those wips is a far more angst/corrupt version where.

rod knows that he does that -> they figure out it happens when hes particularly stressed or frustrated -> rod can make it happen faster by being Mean (but it means getting g out of being stressed faster) -> eventually somebody realises you can Just Be Fucking Nice Also. like. erm imagine if you will monsters inc. the screams create energy but the laughs are far more efficient. is this making any fucking sense at all. no? ok have some confusing snippets.

"How old are you?" Geraint swallows. Rod takes an aggressive step back towards him, and he jumps. "T-- Thirteen?" He's never been any good at guessing. He just knows he falls, gradually, and this arguing always lands him somewhere in the teens. He remembers being grumpy at his little brother a lot when he was thirteen.

"Oh you still carry that around?" Luke points to the dragon that tumbles out of Geraint's bag onto his bed with a fond smile. Geraint watches it fall distantly. He hadn't really realised just how much smacks like that really sting. He'd thought about it afterwards in the memory, when he'd finally gone back to his own room with glassy eyes and crawled into his own bed where the dragon had been waiting for him. Luke assumes Geraint hasn't heard him for whatever reason, and just carries on sifting through his own bag, until he distantly realises Geraint isn't moving. "G?" Luke turns to look at him. He's still staring at that toy. "Butt?"

^ he has a plushy dragon. awauuuwuu

i havent written any of the nice stuff yet i get stuck on the bad stuff and then just. fizzle. but anyway. its still a wip its just like REALLY SLOW ! anyway thx for asking. god Bless

#asks #tag game

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turbo fic part 2..... im listening

WELL. rubs my hands together. idk how much you already know about it but basically. it's inspired by the chapter in g's book about him doing 3 hours on the turbo like a total maniac and then being like Huh i hate the turbo! Like no shit boy. and uhhhhh when i was posting about that someone was like "fic thats just all the ways to cajole g back onto the stationary bike" and then after generating ideas. i realised i had to actually somehow write something HAHA. why cant fics just exist directly out of my brain

anyway. so. part 1 is here. some snippets from part 2 ->

"I'm here, don't worry," Luke says, splaying his hand out across G's shoulder blades. "I'll get you off when you're done." He really, truly does just mean he'll lift him off the bike if he has to, but the double entendre fits just as well, and G seems to appreciate it too with the slightest smile briefly turning at the corners of his mouth. Luke lifts his other hand into G's hair, combing through the tangle of curls, distantly aware that it hasn't been washed recently. That'll be nice, later. Quietly, in the warm steam of their bathroom and the tub that's just about big enough for the both of them.

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He settles his hand onto Geraint's thigh, grabbing and groping a little more roughly now, to make up for the jostling of G's aggressive pedaling. It's like having his own little toy, Luke thinks, positioned on a pedestal specifically for him to touch and study. It serves a greater purpose, of course, and Luke won't be too distracting until the goal he's set for G has been achieved, but that doesn't mean he can't warm himself up a little.

#asks #tag game #sorry it took so long to answer lol im battling. the shame. #that nonbinary dragon comic thingie but its me vs shame. get away from me.