Glitter
word of the week for @schittscreekdrabbleblog
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Glitter. The bane of David Roses existence.
He loves gay clubs. He loves dancing. But the amount of glitter that follows him home, trashed, dragging other club rats and quick fucks with him, means it embeds itself everywhere. In his sheets, in the creases of his couch. He found some in his coffee pot last week!
The sane thing to do would be to eschew the clubs…
But.
When he’s lost on the dance floor, after a few lines, a few G&T’s; the heady beat of music pumping… he doesn’t need to be anything to anyone. He can just be.
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Can't see why people say Andrew has Dad energy?
Andrew has Dad energy the same way Wymack has Dad energy.
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i love the smash tournament video with the wolf boys and their mates and sam and darlin’ but the amount of pda they all have around each other makes me want to gag. don’t get me wrong, i love intimacy but like, away from our friends please. being cuddled up on a couch is fine, having david shaw tell you to “calm down” because he “just mopped the floors”?
HORNY JAIL! ALL OF YOU!
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rewatching livesies again! except it’s only the parts with Davey and I pause every 5 seconds whenever he does anything just bc he consumes my every waking thought
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Shinsou: I hate all those things that were like, “they used to be so strong and funny…. ThEn [insert trauma here], now they are a shell of what they once were”
Shinsou: I can be traumatized and still be strong and funny. I’m the funniest fucker I know
Tsuyu: yesterday you said that you wanted to enter a coma so you didn’t have to deal with an authority figure being mad at you again
Shinsou: both can be true, am I not allowed to have duality, tsuyu??
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okay but imagine two or three years into fourteen living his domestic semi-retired life and he accidently gets into trouble on a sneaky trip away in the TARDIS, lots of running and jumping involved to escape (because he ain’t getting involved) and when he returns he collapses into Donna’s arms absolutely exhausted and she drags his arse to the sofa where she forces him to cuddle up to her as he recovers, too concerned to ever be mad at him for landing himself in trouble and instead promises him a shoulder massage and endless cups of tea
he is now the epitome of ‘calling all units, my tummy hurts, I need a warm blankie and a cup of hot choccy’
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