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an act of spiritual communion

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no amount of situations will ever destroy my chiller's soul. Understand this

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LMAO!!!!! they already hung up an elon doll upside down in the same exact place where mussolini was made a salami back in 1945

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do you think Elon musk actually tried to do the Nazi salute

PSHH! He definitely wasn't doing that one salute that everybody thinks of when you make that specific gesture. twice. No no, he was doing ANOTHER salute that no one had heard of prior to today!! We simply must agree that this is what he was doing, and not the really obvious thing that makes more sense given all of the context and pretext and subtext.

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sure you made these two characters fuck nasty but tell me: are they codependent?

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[alison pushing kristens legs while shes cooling down]

>aw, sweaty hands. aw, thats a lot of sweat

>you think when the DS says its not a two person job? [giggles]

>spinning is very much a two person job. am i still getting blood to my muscles if shes pushing them down for me?

okay you know how i said aj/kf wouldnt be a rarepair if we were all smart....... i think i maybe spoke more of the truth than i ever realized.....

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for the ask game -- 🌀 ??

i’m not very good at summaries so just braindumping the general concept for timeloop revamp: prim works for an agency that runs around ‘fixing’ branches of timelines to keep everything running relatively smoothly by eliminating anomalies. he ends up taking interest in a certain new hire while getting a bit entangled in his own, slightly sketchy project on the side and the two are veeery much related as he will soon come to discover!! ty for the ask :)))

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2025 UCI WorldTour Debutant Ball

Huub Artz (Intermarché - Wanty) | Niklas Behrens (Team Visma Lease a Bike) | Léo Bisiaux (Decathlon AG2R La Mondiale Team)

Matthew Brennan (Team Visma Lease a Bike) | Pablo Castrillo (Movistar Team) | Oscar Chamberlain (Decathlon AG2R La Mondiale Team)

Tibor Del Grosso (Alpecin - Deceuninck) | Robert Donaldson (Team Jayco AlUla) | Gal Glivar (Alpecin - Deceuninck)

Florian Kajamini (XDS Astana Team) | Jelte Krijnsen (Team Jayco AlUla) | Jørgen Nordhagen (Team Visma Lease a Bike)

Rasmus Søjberg Pedersen (Decathlon AG2R La Mondiale Team) | Giulio Pellizzari (Red Bull - BORA - Hansgrohe) | Diego Pescador (Movistar Team)

Brieuc Rolland (Groupama - FDJ) | Paul Seixas (Decathlon AG2R La Mondiale Team) | Embret Svestad-Bårdseng (Arkéa - B&B Hotels)

Tim Torn Teutenberg (Lidl - Trek) | Pablo Torres (UAE Team Emirates - XRG) | Darren van Bekkum (XDS Astana Team)

Max van der Meulen (Bahrain - Victorious) | Vlad van Mechelen (Bahrain - Victorious) | Albert Withen Philipsen (Lidl - Trek)

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❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing :)

pulled from my wip folders in gdocs and notes app 🫣 anyways first is a fencers AU and the second is a TMA/evil inspired lucid dreaming concept!! thank you for the ask <3

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ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects

Send an emoji and I'll answer!

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing... ❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. 🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP. 🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP. 💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen. 🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? 🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

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"In Denmark it's like, you kind of park your boat. And here it's just, yeah, you just throw your boat wherever you can, huh?

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🎥 All-In: The Trilogy - Team Visma Lease a Bike

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the rest of the interview (pog after vuelta2019) sucks but these bits were fun

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sorry for thinking it's hot when men are experiencing the worst torment of their life. as if it's my fault

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@rogloptimist this one's dedicated to you, inspired by recent dash events 🫡 romance is for the bedroom, after all!

Archie's back early from the gym, laughter in the corridor interrupting Jack's post-ride stupor, scrolling on the bed after a morning spent clinging for dear life to Kasper's wheel. There's talk of the team going to the hotel's pool after dinner, maybe he'll get his energy back by then. Archie bounces into their shared room to wordless acknowledgement, dumps his kit then wanders over to the little desk. Where there's still a notebook open. Jack's notebook.

"Oh, shit –" Jack lunges for the table, nearly falling off the bed in the process but Archie's faster, trying to snatch it out of his hands. "Gimme that! It's mine!"

They're both too competitive to let go, wrestling and falling first against the desk, then stumbling to the wall. Jack tries to use his size to his advantage and pin Archie's arms with his own but he worms away with the notebook. He grins and immediately opens it.

"It's just a training diary, leave it, c'mon–" Jack relents and sits back down on the edge of the bed, spike of adrenaline quickly dissipating. Once Archie's got his mind on something there's no stopping him, and privacy is as good as non-existent when they're training and racing together so much. Jack's tried to forget the time he caught sight of Archie's phone over his shoulder in Adelaide, some blue and orange messages he clearly wasn't supposed to see.

"Oh, sure, which is why you were trying so hard to hide it –", Archie flicks through pages at random, and starts to read, "Okay, "First wind tunnel session in the new kit. Felt good, but biomechanics raised the bar angle a bit" oh, shut, it actually is a training diary – wait. What's this?"

He opens the most recent page, a double spread covered in Sharpie squiggles. Jack shrugs. He tries not to keep secrets, and it's harmless anyway. "What's it look like? Practicing my signature."

Archie hoots at that, head back and skinny shoulders shaking against the wall. Jack makes a half-hearted attempt to grab the notebook back but Archie slides it back onto the desk, then flops down onto the bed making the mattress bounce a little under Jack.

Jack shoves him in the side of the ribs, no force behind it. "Get off, you're still all sweaty."

"No, not yet–" Archie chuckles, opens his eyes. "Practicing your signature. I can't believe it. So you'll be ready to sign some girl's boob after you win Roubaix?"

"Fuck off, no, I was just. Sorting it out, you know? I got thinking I've only had to do like, birthday cards. Signing on this year I did a different thing every time, it was terrible!"

Jack lays back, propped up his elbows, head tilted to look down at Archie. His kit – the new pink jersey – does smell a bit. He's got a mischievous face on, hands behind his head. That's never a good sign.

"You could practice if you wanted, though."

"Practice what?"

"Putting your signature on someone. You could sign my tits." Archie nods down at his chest.

Jack splutters. Archie, and Luke – they're worse when they're together – say the most stupid things sometimes, like they never consider what comes out of their mouths.

"Come on, it'll be good practice. When we go to the Tour we'll have to do all kinds of weird stuff, Rui told me he got asked to do that once." The Sharpie had rolled off the desk in their tussle, and Jack watches Archie sit up and scan the floor.

"He only told you that 'cause Rui's a weirdo and about fifty years old," he says. Archie doesn't answer and there's an odd determination to his movements as he gets up to grab the pen. Stands in front of Jack and holds it out to him.

Archie jokes about everything, that's the thing. Jack's spent every moment of the past fifteen years either cycling or thinking about cycling and maybe, just maybe, being a little too serious about it. Archie, for all his astounding spontaneity, worked just as hard. Both of them are incredibly lucky, standing on the edge of a diving board with a swimming pool the size of the world stretching out away for them, just waiting to jump.

Jack takes the pen. Archie tugs the zipper of his jersey down.

"Hey, you haven't even got any tits to sign," Jack says, suddenly finding himself unable to meet Archie's eyes.

"Fine, pecs, whatever." He flexes pitifully, and that does make Jack snort. Then he's laughing properly when Archie's putting on a falsetto voice and crooning "Oh, Jack, Jack, I'm your biggest fan, would you sign my chest, Jack?" and pulling his jersey further apart, exposing his nipples. His pale chest between them, the little marks where the straps of his bibs have dug into his skin. Jack feels uncomfortably warm.

He uncaps the Sharpie with slightly shaky hands. The smell of it stings faintly in the air. The only sound in the room is their breaths, distant clattering of the hotel around them muted to Jack's ears.

"Go on." Archie's quiet now, too.

Jack puts his free hand on Archie's chest, but just as he's about to touch the tip of the pen to his smooth skin, Archie swings a leg up onto the bed and falls comfortably into Jack's lap. They're so close now, and Jack looks up at him.

"I thought it might be easier like this, maybe." Archie says. Jack's brain must be shorting out because all he can think of is how the blue of Archie's eyes makes the ginger tones of his eyelashes stand out, the dusting of freckles on his nose visible only at this distance. He tries again to bring the pen onto Archie's chest.

"Arch," he breathes. "This is stupid, I'm not gonna –"

"You don't have to." Archie interrupts him, letting go of his jersey and pulling Jack into a kiss. The Sharpie gets dropped between them and is probably staining one or both of their clothes but Jack can't care when Archie's in his lap and kissing him, lip so soft and warm, hands on Jack's shoulders and his entire body so close. Jack pulls the zipper of his jersey the rest of the way down between them and leaves his hands at Archie's waist.

Jack considers, momentarily, that this is could be a very bad decision indeed. Then, fuck it. Jump into the deep end or don't do it at all. He lays back and pulls Archie with him, down onto the bed together.

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INGESTED not just chewed on to clarify lol. based on real responses from my groupchat

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“it’s hard not to react” “it takes two to tango” = IMMEDIATE alarm bells right. this is what “where there’s smoke there’s fire” is like for remco/primož to me