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In this house we love and protect them

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I think these books would be 300% more interesting if Riko Moriyama was a girl

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its september time to build a new life

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the oopy goopies :)

sorry for the inactivity on here!! </3 i am bad at using tumblr but ill try to be more active now that ive graduated too yipee anyways heres andreil

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ive found a bunch of photos of hares (?) sitting like that so now it's my Neil Josten fancast

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Who loves summer?? ☀️

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a comment a day keeps the insanity at bay

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september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good september will be good

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ice cream

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do publishers realize that advertising books using fanfic tropes spoils the experience of reading an original story. stop telling me it’s enemies to lovers and there was only one bed and unrequited love hurt comfort golden retriever black cat timeloop major character death. why do i give a fuck if i don’t know any of the characters and now plus i already know the entire plot of the story. that’s what ao3 is supposed to be for

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forgive the version of you that didn’t know any better

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its important to write fanfiction no one cares about 👍

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People think Baz is all sharp lines and cold logic.

And maybe he is—in a lecture hall, with his sleeves rolled and a room full of stubborn students. He is brilliant. And brutal, sometimes. Intimidating in the perfect, untouchable way he carries himself.

I used to believe that version of him, too. Used to think that was all there was.

Until he let me meet this Baz.

The one in heart-print boxers and a messy bun, knocked out on our pink couch with his head in my lap. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from the day, and his breathing is soft and steady. This is the Baz who lets me run my fingers through his hair until he melts under my touch.

Who only ever really sleeps like this, like he’s safe, when I’m the one holding him.

And I think, I get to see him like this.

Not the world’s idea of him.

Him.

My Baz.

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happy trb graphic novel day, here are some scans of a riso workshop I took last month 🍃

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The Kings men, chapter three

"Neil hesitated, then set the bag on Matt's bed and struggled out of his shirt. It was getting a little easier every day, but it hurt when he raised his arms too high and when he twisted he felt the pull at his stitches. He got his shirt over his head and to his elbows before Andrew got tired of watching him struggle and tugged the shirt loose. Andrew tossed it off to one side and didn't look to see where it landed. He was more interested in the scars and bruises covering Neil's front."

This chapter holds so many great passages I might draw another one from it asp. But in this one there was something that felt very real, a mix of pain and trust and interest and discovery, and even desire maybe.

It's actually been a while since the last aftg comic! It was tkm chapter four (the fact that they reverse-follow each other was not intended) and you can find it here if you're interested.