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He is my favourite. Pls watch KPDH it's beautiful
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I’m going to go back and fetch it. I’ll remember. I’ll make myself remember. And I’ll wear it all the time, inside the house and outside the house, and then you’ll know it’s really me.
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i survived a tuesday, and for what? wednesday? disgusting.
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Fujoshi wife fills her house with chintz knowingly
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As someone who isn't in this fandom and doesn't know anything about it BUT will read anything hbbo puts out, let me just say *chef's kiss* perfect vibe is perfect.
Fic: Shield and Spear
Fandom: For All Mankind 10k words, F/M, M/M, F/F, Explicit Pairings/Characters: Gordo Stevens/Tracy Stevens, Gordo Stevens/Ed Baldwin, Tracy Stevens/Karen Baldwin Tags: Swinging, but make it Baldwin style (i.e. repressed and in denial), Divorce, Getting back together briefly on the way to divorcing, Marriage, Adultery, Humor but bittersweet, I could not convince myself that Tracy Stevens in 1980 has a dildo, but goddamn if she doesn't have a hairbrush, Blowjobs, Fingering, Massage, Roleplay, Canon-typical alcohol use, Canon-typical continual psychic damage suffered by the Stevenses at the hands of the Baldwins Summary: March 1980. If inviting him into her apartment in the first place had been a bad idea then this, Tracy knew, was a disastrous one. Nevertheless: "We could work it out of your system," she said. "You and me."
(Or: The Stevenses roleplay their respective Baldwin-inclusive sexual encounters, with each other.) (Alternately subtitled: "Canapes, or some shit.")
Please enjoy the bedroom farce of my divorcey heart. <3
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grounding techniques, ok 5 things i can see. I see bricks, I see mortar, I see a trowel, I see a cask of wine, I see that asshole Montresor glaring at me over the top of the wall…
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It should be illegal to have a bus stop without a bench I am 1000% serious rn
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It filled me with SUCH GLEE watching this ep yesterday and discovering that they'd made the site 🤣 #B498A7
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okay this is kind of a stupid thought but I was thinking about the internal debates that Vulcan society must have around logic and it occurred to me that Vulcan must have “logical relativists” in the same way that human philosophy has moral relativists…I just know that there’s at least 30 Vulcan philosophers who want to KILL the noble Storek House of T’Nel (or something) because he can’t stop telling everyone that All Behavior is Inherently Logical as it Makes Sense to the Acting Party at the Time. Humans are Illogical Therefore it is Logical That They Act Illogicaly, thus All of Their Actions are Logical. All Thought, Conscious or Unconscious, Proceeds from Biological and Neurochemical Impulses. Therefore, the Sentient Being Behaves Much like a Computer, Following its Compiled Commands. No Behavior, Knowing the Chemical Commands that Preempt Consciousness, Can Be Considered Illogical.
and everyone else is just like “ohhh my fucking GOD Storek, shut UP!”
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“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars
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