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Have a bucketload of encouragement to work on my comfort re-read fic series, please wake me 🧡

I needed this kick up the pants! here you go!

They haven’t spoken about Dream’s parents since Hob’s attempt to get real with his partner. The rest of that afternoon had been painful. Dream had been, for want of a better word, sullen, informing Hob that he was going to do some work, and Hob had wondered if he ought to leave. Instead, he’d pulled out his iPad and pretended to read the most recent issue of History Workshop Journal. They’d gotten to dinner time in almost total silence, Dream resolutely tapping away at his keyboard, barely even looking at Rimbaud for those four miserable hours. 

The worst thing about it had been that both of them were in the wrong. Hob had gone about it completely cockeyed, but Dream’s response had been disproportionate. But eventually Hob had shucked his pride, hating there being this distance between them, and come to kneel next to Dream’s desk. 

“Love?” he says tentatively. 

Dream very clearly weighs up ignoring him, but Hob’s relieved when his partner turns to look at him. His face looks pinched, his shoulders taut. 

“I’m sorry, love. I really am.” 

Dream’s eyes flash across his face, as if testing for signs of sincerity. Hob doesn’t think he’s seen Dream do that in some time, not since the fledgling days of their relationship. 

Then he nods. “It is alright.” He ducks his head. “I am sorry for snapping at you.” 

“Forget about it,” Hob says. 

Dream nods, eyes still on the carpeted floor. Then he speaks again, very quietly. “Please. Please don’t tell me I am abnormal.” 

Hob’s heart thumps, and even aside from the frustrating fact that his partner’s still displacing what he thinks is the real issue, he feels such profound guilt. “I know. I’m sorry, love, it wasn’t what I meant to say.” 

Dream nods again, looking disconsolate. 

Hob reaches out to trace his partner’s cheek. “You’re not abnormal. You’re perfect. I love you.”

Dream leans in to press his forehead against Hob’s. “I love you too.” 

So Hob has determinedly avoided all mention of Dream’s parents for the rest of the week. And that’s fine, that’s absolutely fine. Dream’s parents are absolutely abusive and have traumatised their son, but Dream’s not ready to talk about that, and that’s fine. It’s fine. 

It’s not fine. 

“Mate, I told you not to go in all guns blazing,” Pete says in despair over another overpriced sandwich. Fucking Joe and the Juice. 

Hob makes eye contact with his turkey sandwich. “I know, I’m a fucking idiot, but I just. I just couldn’t let it slide, not after that fucking awful lunch. They’re not just bad parents, they’re abusive.” 

Pete nods in sympathy. “I hear you, Hobs, I really do. But I reckon you can’t push him before he’s ready.” 

Hob groans. “I know, I figured that out. But it’s killing me, Pete.”

“I know, bud. I know. But your hero complex is gonna have to take a back seat for a bit.” 

Hob feels a little insulted. “I do not have a hero complex.” 

Pete just eyes him, chewing a mouthful of sandwich. “Uh huh.” 

“Name one time I’ve tried to be a hero.” 

Pete’s eyes are full of sympathy and a little mockery. “Mate, you take it upon yourself at every possible moment to take care of the people you love, usually at your own cost.” Hob opens his mouth to disagree, but his best mate’s not stopping. “You remember Jen at uni? You used to talk her through her shit ’til the wee hours. Or what about when Rosie broke up with me? You basically moved in with me, even though I was being a right depressing bastard.” 

“‘Cause you’re my best mate,” Hob says, not quite getting what Pete’s trying to say. 

“Or,” Pete goes on, waving his Tunacado to underline his point, “what about how you convinced yourself that the only value you had to Eleanor was you being a one-man cheer-up show?” 

Hob frowns. “I don’t think that counts as a hero complex, mate.” 

Pete sighs loudly. “Alright. Maybe not. But I do think you take it upon yourself to try to take care of everyone around you, and sometimes it isn’t the best move.” 

Hob takes a mulish bite of his sandwich. Pete’s right, and he does not want to acknowledge that right now. 

Pete, git that he is, knows this very well, and moves on. “Still, I think you just have to give Dream time. Doesn’t matter that you’re right, doesn’t matter that you’re trying to help. You can’t be the one to tell him this. He has to work it out himself.”

Hob knows he’s right about this one too. 

So, yeah, Hob’s not dealing with this entirely well. But all he can do is try to cheer his partner up, without mentioning the inconvenient truth that hangs over them like a pall. 

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honestly the best advice ive ever received is to go have an orgasm before u make any important decisions in life

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youtube is pulling this bullshit again

praying for the firefox gods to save me once more...

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Oooooh if we're allowed to pester you I am vibrating out of my skin for more "their choicest and most rare invention" 🥺🥺🥺

🤘five-and-dimes

oh, this was great, because I've been wanting to work on this one for a while! so have a chunk I just wrote.

“I regret that I must away. I am expected at a colleague’s for dinner in Spitalfields, and I’d not be late.”

His player nods, and Hob cannot be certain he imagines the disappointment flashing across those noble features. “Ah.” 

“I should like to see you again, player,” Hob says, needle drawn to the north. 

The other man lifts his gaze from the wooden table, ice blue meeting Hob’s own eyes. “Truly?” 

Gods wounds, it scoops out his marrow to hear the doubt in that velvet voice. “Truly. I enjoy your company. And I should like to hear what you think of Sejanus, once you have played it the once.”

A small smile, a finespun thing, crosses his player’s lips. “And I should like to hear of the preparations for your voyage.” They are dancing, a precise pavane whose steps they know, if not their partner. 

“It is settled,” Hob says, then dares to let himself hope. He needs to leave, the bells are already tolling six, but he cannot help but be pulled in by the lodestar that is his player, cannot help but reorient his motion about the earth. “Now that I have met your terms — by attending our meeting as promised — will you tell me your name?” 

His player looks at him, eyes fixed upon him, like he might make windows into Hob’s soul. Hob is enough a fool to welcome it. 

But his player seems to find something in him, finds him worthy, and nods. 

“My name is Dream,” his player says. 

“You jest with me,” Hob complains, but his player does not smile. 

“I speak the truth. Here.” He reaches into his doublet, pulling out a volume in octavo. Cheaply printed and more cheaply bound, Hob knows it to be a playtext. 

The Season of Mistes  By Dream Endelaas  Lately staged by the Kinges Men at the Globe.  Printed by W.W. for Mathew Law, and are to be solde at his shop in Paul’s Churchyard, at the signe of the Angel.  1604

“You are a playwright and also a player, then?” 

His player inclines his head. “As many of us are.”

“Endelaas,” Hob says, feeling its sound in his mouth. “A Walloon name, no?” 

The player nods. “My grandsire was a Huguenot, fled here during the first French Wars.”

Hob wants more. So much more. But Phelps is waiting, and Hob is not yet so moonstruck that he can imperil his business for this beautiful man. “Then, Dream Endelaas,” he says, still savouring the name, “appoint our next meeting, and I shall see you there.”

make me write more of my WIPs

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If some or all of your grandparents are dead, answer based on when they were alive.

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OMG LOOK AT IT

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Noch eine detailliertere Umfrage...

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Eine detailliertere Umfrage...

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gerade von einem teenager gesiezt worden, tag ruiniert

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… I was so excited I forgot to tag somebody 😂 uuuuuhhh @samsalami66 if you’d like?

Make me write!

Oooohhhh! My first tag in a writing game thank you so much @hardly-an-escape!! 😍

End of year stuff is currently absolutely kicking my arse but after today it’s going to calm down and I will get back to doing fun things for myself. So send me icons and next week I’ll make a day of it!

Hmm, I don’t have many WIPs, but more than one, so here goes:

🌹 — Vem kan segla (The Witch Door longform fanfic) part 2 (which is missing maybe 1k or 2k out of 30k!)

👻 — Dead Boy Detectives/Payneland oneshot (~7k) – the first draft is done AND the wonderful @massivenerd23 has beta read it and sent me feedback already! And I haven’t even looked at it yet bc life, I’m so sorry friend, please don’t feel like I don’t appreciate you 🙈🙏🏼

And as a bonus: make me POST

💗 — Vem kan segla part 1 chapter 7 (Flowers in your hair, snippet here)

🎊 — Vem kan segla part 1 chapter 8 (An evening at noon)

🌅 — Vem kan segla part 1 chapter 9 (Down by the sea)

🐘 — Vem kan segla part 1 chapter 10 (Witch friends)

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more equestrian dreamling for you

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Hob should have expected that Roderick would insist on getting Ruby out to competitions far sooner than was advisable. Dream had made progress with the horse, gotten it to relax a little bit, but that didn’t mean it was a good idea to throw Ruby into a new, chaotic environment. Roderick wanted what he wanted, though, and as he was the horse’s owner Dream was still somewhat beholden to that. At least, if he wanted to be the one training it.

So here they were at a competition.

It couldn’t possibly have been worse conditions. The yard was busy, the competition arena surrounded by people, the loudspeaker was shrieking intermittently and the wind was whipping every flag, blanket, and banner into a fury. Nevertheless Dream was in the warmup ring, trotting Ruby around.

Everything was… okay so far, Hob thought. Ruby was trotting around with relative calm, Dream weaving him around the other horses warming up. Other horses being there probably helped matters. Back home Dream had already noticed that Ruby seemed calmer when other horses were around, and had taken to having Hob hack Ellie in the ring while he was riding Ruby so the horse wouldn’t be alone in the arena.

Roderick was on the other side of the warmup ring from Hob, yelling at Dream over the wind, but Dream seemed to be ignoring him.

Alex came up beside Hob, watching nervously. “Will it go well?” he asked.

“Dunno,” Hob said. Dream’s skill was considerable, but horses were always inherently unpredictable. And Ruby even more so than normal.

“But, I thought he was—”

“What your father doesn’t get,” Hob told him, “is that horse training isn’t a linear input-output situation. You can’t just make what you want happen. No matter how much money you throw at it. And especially if you rush.”

“My father always gets what he wants,” Alex said quietly. Hob felt kind of bad for the kid. Must have been rough to have a father like Roderick Burgess.

“We’ll see,” Hob said.

When Dream’s ride came up in the queue, he stopped beside Hob at the ring entrance. Hob handed him a bottle of water, and Dream drank.

“Can’t convince you to postpone?” Hob said, already knowing the answer. At least Ruby had behaved during the warmup, that was something.

Dream handed the water back, shaking his head. “I would rather fight other battles than argue over one competition. Besides, if he performs poorly, perhaps Roderick will finally acknowledge the folly of his expectations.”

Hob doubted that. “Just keep on your toes.”

“Don’t worry, I am aware he is going to look sideways at the crowds, and the flags, and the judge’s booth, and so on.” He sighed. “I miss Jessamy.”

“You’ll get Ruby there too, eventually.”

“Perhaps if Roderick gets out of the way.” The ring steward was summoning him, so with that he walked Ruby off to the competition ring. Hob followed at a distance, taking up his spot by the ring to watch.

The first half of Dream’s test went… relatively well, all things considered. Ruby was spooky, trying to move away from anything that moved outside the ring, and Hob could see Dream fighting to keep him on the rail. The horse seemed more tense, too, without any other horses around, but with the exception of a little jigging and sidestepping at certain corners, Dream managed to mostly keep him focused.

Hob started to think maybe his worries had been overblown. They weren’t going to earn the highest score by any means, Ruby was still far too inconsistent and tense for that, but it would be fine as a starting point. Honestly, Hob didn’t much care about the horse’s success in competition. All he really cared about was Dream’s safety.

He finally relaxed a bit once they were past the halfway point of the test and nothing had gone terribly wrong. Meanwhile, by the arena entrance, Roderick stood with arms crossed, eyes like ice. Clearly having the exact opposite experience as Hob, growing more tense with each mistake Dream and Ruby made.

Hob was really growing to hate that man. If there was one thing that terrible fall had instilled in Hob, it was the belief that none of this competition stuff was really that serious. Of course they wanted to do well. Of course he wanted Dream to do well. But he would rather see Dream perform so badly that he quit upper level competition forever than see Dream hurt. After falling with Ellie, Hob hadn’t cared about any title they’d ever won together. He’d only cared that they were both alive.

He never wanted to try to make Dream do anything, though. And Dream was a very good rider. Hob took comfort in that.

He kept watching the test, keeping half an eye on Roderick on the other end of the ring. 

Dream cantered in a big circle across the middle of the ring, then up the long side of the arena towards Hob. The wind gusted, blowing papers about, ruffling Ruby’s tail. And just as Dream and Ruby were passing one of the flags, the wind cracked through it. Like the sound of a whip.

Ruby spooked sideways, head thrown up, eyes rolling. Dream kept his seat, but before he could get him settled, another huge gust of wind blew loose papers across the ring, and one caught Ruby right in the face.

The horse reared, head tossed, stumbling backwards, throwing itself off balance in its panic. Dream leaned forward to counterbalance but it was too late, Ruby had stepped too far under himself.

Hob was already running by the time he toppled over sideways.

He lost sight of Dream in the resulting scramble of limbs as Ruby thrashed in panic and clambered back to his feet. At least he didn’t fully flip over backwards on him, Hob thought, panic rising in his throat, at least—

Hob had seen Dream come off a horse only once before, when Jessamy had tripped on a hack out in the woods and unseated him. She’d just stood there afterwards, looking down at him on the ground as if wondering what on earth he was doing, as Dream brushed pine needles and dirt off his clothes.

Ruby, meanwhile, bolted out of the arena and was out of Hob’s sight in seconds.

Hob missed Jessamy, too.

He didn’t chase the horse, though. He kept running for Dream. Dream who he could see now, still on the ground. Who hadn’t popped back up, brushing dirt off his jacket, like he had that time with Jessamy.

Alex tried to follow Hob, stumbling uncertainly, but Hob pointed him in the other direction. “No! Go help catch the horse!”

Alex ran off after Ruby, looking shaken, and Hob skidded to a stop in the sand beside Dream. He knelt down by Dream’s collapsed form.

Dream wasn’t obviously mangled by hoof prints, though his eyes were closed. But when Hob called his name, his face scrunched up in pain. Dazed, then, not unconscious. That was good. Thank God.

“Dream,” he called again. He touched Dream’s cheek with a light hand, but didn’t dare move him. “Dream?”

Finally, Dream’s eyes opened, slowly focusing on Hob’s face. “…Hob.”

“Yeah, darling,” Hob said, with a relieved smile.

Dream started to try to sit up, but Hob pressed him back down. “No, don’t move. Stay there. He fucking trampled you.”

“Barely,” Dream muttered, but settled back down. “What spooked him? I did not see it.”

“Flags. Papers flying around.”

Dream sighed, closing his eyes again. “Typical. I warned Roderick.”

“Roderick’s incapable of listening to anyone but himself.” He took Dream’s hands in his own. “Squeeze my hands?”

Dream obligingly squeezed Hob’s fingers, then let go.

“Good. Move your toes?” In the distance, he could see the actual show medics running towards them. Hob had first aid training too though, at least. Another thing he’d picked up after getting crushed into the ground.

Dream moved his legs, but grimaced.

“Alright, where did he get you?” Hob said. “I know you’re hurt somewhere or you’d have fought me more about getting up.”

“I expect you will find a hoof print here,” Dream said, touching his thigh, and Hob winced. “I. Hit my head on the ground. My… chest hurts.”

Anxiety swooped through Hob’s belly, but he tried to stay calm, for Dream’s sake. He had been wearing a helmet, at least. And he was lucid. That was good.

Finally the show medics were crouched next to them. Hob could tell they would have preferred if he got out of the way, but he didn’t leave, though he tried to make some room for them. And he kept Dream’s attention as one of them eased his helmet off so he could lie flat.

The helmet had a sizable dent in it. Hob winced.

“Did they catch Ruby?” Dream asked.

“No clue.”

Dream chuckled. “You don’t care at all, do you?”

“I’d rather he not get hit by a car or something, but no, I care more about you right now.” They were in the middle of a huge equestrian park, anyway. Probably Ruby would get bored and start grazing somewhere and someone would catch up to him eventually. “He looked fine when he got up, anyway.”

“It’s not his fault, Hob,” Dream said.

“I know.” Hob looked around, but Roderick was nowhere in sight. Typical. “It’s someone’s fault, though.”

“We can handle Roderick later.”

One of the medics asked Dream a few questions, then wrapped a c-collar around his neck. He was surprisingly docile about it, which Hob found worrying. Dream was never docile.  

Hob was forced to move back a few feet as the medics got Dream on a stretcher. They hadn’t even considered just getting him on his feet. Fuck. Fuck.

Dream cried out as they moved him, a short, sharp cry of pain, quickly cut off. Hob rushed back over to him, taking his hand.

“I’m fine,” Dream said, finally breathing out again. “Go. Make sure the horse is okay? I am fine.”

“Fuck that,” Hob said. “I’m going with you. I’ll text Alex, make sure they get Ruby sorted.”

Dream smiled faintly, and Hob knew that, no matter what Dream might have said, it was the right call.

He rode with Dream to the hospital. He kept going back and forth on whether he should be worried or not. It could all just be some nasty bruises. That was probably the case with Dream’s thigh, considering he’d apparently been stepped on but wasn’t complaining much about the pain. Hob was worried about his head, but thankfully he didn’t seem too concussed, and hadn’t been knocked out. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Dream’s chest yet, since his shirt and show coat were still on. He hoped it wasn’t too bad. God.

He still held onto Dream’s hand the whole ride, watching him wince whenever the ambulance hit a bump in the road.

“Did you know,” Dream said when they’d almost arrived, “I have never been taken to A&E in an ambulance before?”

“Never?”

“No. It’s been… a long time since I’ve been hurt falling off. I broke my wrist once as a child. But my riding instructor drove me to hospital.”

His riding instructor. Not even one of his parents.

“Well, new experiences all around,” Hob said, trying to be cheery and not think too much about Dream’s childhood, which always made him feel terribly sad.

“I’m not enjoying it,” Dream said, closing his eyes again where he lay on the stretcher, and Hob laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

When they arrived, and were waiting to be seen, Hob occupied himself getting Dream’s riding boots off. They were custom fit, and Dream would be peeved if the hospital staff tried to cut them off. Dream watched him with an amused quirk of the brow. “Will you do my show coat as well?”

“No,” Hob said. He wasn’t mucking around with Dream’s chest.

“Breeches?”

“They will definitely get the wrong idea if I do that.”

Dream laughed. “Perhaps I want them to get the wrong idea.”

“Dream.”

Dream only laughed again. Hob swatted his hand when he came to sit beside him again. “You mustn’t be feeling too badly if you’re trying to make jokes.”

“Maybe I’m just coping.”

“Poor darling.” He leaned over to give Dream a light kiss. “You’ll be alright.”

Dream gave him a weak smile.

Fortunately it turned out that Dream’s neck was fine, and he was able to take the c-collar off. They also let him take off his own clothes—with some help from Hob—before any further testing, so his beloved, tailored show coat wasn’t lost to scissor butchery. Hob also updated him, long-sufferingly, on Ruby, after Alex texted him to let him know that the horse had eventually been found—as Hob had predicted—grazing in a far corner of the property.

“We will have to work with some flags at home,” Dream said, and Hob wanted to bang his head into a wall. But then both of them would be concussed, and someone had to drive the rig home, and if Hob let Alex drive they would all die in a ditch. So he refrained from giving himself a head injury out of exasperation.

“Maybe on the ground, first,” he said instead.

“Well, of course,” said Dream.

His leg wasn’t broken, just bore a hoof print shaped bruise, and his concussion was mild—thank God for helmets and soft arena footing. He’d fractured two ribs—“Mildly!” Dream said, when Hob expressed concern about it, and Hob once again contemplated cracking his own head open on the wall—and they wanted to keep him for a night just in case.

If Hob’s madman of a husband was going to insist on continuing to ride this horse, Hob was going to make him start wearing a body protector. At least Hob had learned something from his own fall.

Eventually, all the tests were done, and they were left alone for some time. They’d originally been supposed to go home tonight, but Hob had managed to arrange another night’s stall for Ruby, and called Matthew to make sure their horses back home were taken care of. Horses made everything so complicated. But there was no way he was leaving Dream.

“You should get a hotel for the night,” Dream said, looking at Hob with tired eyes from where he was now lying in a proper hospital bed.

“And spare myself the entertainment of you on pain meds?”

“The meds are frankly unnecessary,” Dream complained.

Hob thought the way he’d been wincing every time he breathed suggested otherwise, but what did he know.

“Hey, if someone offers you a good time, take it,” he said, and Dream quirked a smile.

Hob took his hand, twined their fingers together, kissed his knuckles. “Hey,” he said. “It’s gonna be okay. Yeah?”

Dream’s smile wavered. “When he flipped on me. I did see my life flash before my eyes.”

Hob saw his life flash before his eyes, too. Which was to say, he saw Dream’s death flash before his eyes.

“It’s scary,” he said. “There’s nothing you can do.”

At least Ellie had, as far as Hob had seen on video, done her best not to trample him when she got up. Ruby, it seemed, had had no such presence of mind.

“I am glad you were there,” Dream said. “Not that I wish for you to have had to watch. But. When I… found myself on the ground. I.” He closed his eyes, shying away from the feeling.

Hob squeezed his hand. “Hey. Dream.”

“I. It hurt. Well, at first it didn’t hurt, because I had the wind knocked out of me, but it hurt after and— it’s silly.” He finally opened his eyes again, looking a bit embarrassed. “But I just wanted my husband.”

“It’s not silly.” Hob clutched Dream’s hand close. “It’s okay. Didn’t you know I just wanted to get to you, too?”

Dream gave him a fragile smile. Hob didn’t want him to move too much, so he leaned in and pressed his forehead to Dream’s, resting beside him on the pillow.

“So,” Dream said. “I am guessing we did not win.”

Hob snorted. “Pretty sure you got a zero. Levade wasn’t in the test, Dream. Overachiever.”

Dream laughed, clutching at his chest in pain, but laughed nevertheless.

“Next time you can try trick riding where they actually want you to throw yourself on the floor. You can do one of those pony races where you have to jump off and grab an egg and get back on.”

“I did those as a child,” Dream said. “It was more fun than this.”

“I bet.”

Dream closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Hob’s. “I am only riding Jessamy for a while.”

“You’re not riding at all for a while.”

Dream grumbled. “Now you are a rule follower?”

“Yup. But trust me, by tomorrow, you won’t be thinking about horses at all.”

Dream groaned. “You will tend me in my infirmity?”

“Of course.”

Then Dream smiled. The pain meds were definitely starting to make him a little loopy, Hob thought. “Good husband,” he said, and awkwardly pet Hob’s hair.

“Go to sleep, you.”

Eventually he did get Dream to sleep, God bless pain meds. But sleep didn’t find Hob for some time. He sat up, watching Dream. The rise and fall of his chest. The beep of the heart monitor on his finger.

All told, the damage wasn’t too bad. Definitely not as bad as it could have been. As he’d feared it would be. But Hob kept seeing the fall in the back of his mind. The flashing moment when Ruby toppled and Dream disappeared from his sight. Over and over and over.

He leaned on the bed, head in his hands. Thought about it for a long, long time. How much it hurt to be the one watching it happen. Worrying. Always worrying.

Eventually, he fell asleep, hunched in his awkward position on the bed that would definitely make his shoulder ache come morning. But he wasn’t about to move a single muscle.

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Had to give a presentation for a work seminar the other day.

Didnt have much planned and I usually wing it so I got up there and opened with, "Hello, my name is [redacted]. I'm the security specialist assigned to [redacted]- I talk a lot when I'm nervous, so you're gonna hear me talk a lot in the next five minutes"

This got a few laughs as expected, but then one of my superiors cut in like "I had no idea you had a fear of public speaking, you're always so calm and confident"

so I got to say out loud in front of like 20 people twice my age that "Oh, yeah, no, I'm faking it super hard. Like, all the time." (Gestures at face) "This is fake. I'm always freaking out, all of the time."

Anyhow it went well and I'm getting a raise so like. Be yourself and lean into it I guess is what I'm getting to

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my first night in germany i was invited to a small town's annual festival celebrating the consecration of their church. there i quickly learned that every single german knows the words to "Hit the Road, Jack." even if they don't speak english they know the sounds. ever heard a biergarten full of people chanting words they don't quite know? fucking uncanny is what it is

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Update Fic: wild horses Ch. 4

Dreamling (human AU - motorcycles & bikers) || Rated E || in progress

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Bikers, motorcycles, motorcycle sex, leather, leather jacket, leather pants, gay bar, gay biker bar, secret identity, a little bit of queer history, Laramie Wyoming, crush at first sight, banter, developing relationship, light Dom/sub, fantasizing, kissing, Hob and Jo are BFFs, unhinged Dream, hand jobs, cum eating, implied/referenced sexual assault, Dream has trauma from being imprisoned by you-know-who, celibacy, orgasm control

Hob doesn't know exactly what he was expecting of this first intentional meeting, but he knows it wasn't this. 

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