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Final Chapter of @goldheartedsky's "Overdrive" is up!

At the end of everything, Andy finds a path forward.

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y'all think I'm unhinged now, just wait a decade until I can move back home to the country, work part time, and have all the time in the world to get *real* fucking weird with my life

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Would you consider Joe/Booker for the kiss prompt? Specifically 46 or 47 because it'd be perfect for them

ABSOLUTELY honestly the more out of the box the pairing is the better!! i hope you enjoy!

47. …out of spite

There’s a bang from the other room and Booker jumps. Then another one.

After the fifth bang, he pushes himself to his feet and goes into the kitchen. “The fuck?” he asks.

Joe looks at him. There’s five new bullet holes in the cabinet door.

“Why,” Booker asks after a long, resounding silence, “are you shooting the cabinet door?”

Joe shrugs. “Seemed like the right thing to do.”

Booker just stares at him.

“Haven’t heard from Nicky,” Joe says finally.

“Still don’t see why that means you need to shoot the cabinet door. You’ve probably broken the dishes.”

He’s definitely broken the dishes. Booker doesn’t understand why he’s scolding Joe for this, because since when has he cared about the furniture or dishes?

Since never.

“I don’t give a shit,” Booker says finally.

“Then why’d you come in here to bother me about it?” Joe flings the gun onto the kitchen table. Booker flinches. He doesn’t love how casually Joe throws weapons around, never has.

Booker crosses the room in two strides, and once he’s there, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He just looks at Joe. There’s tension crackling between them.

“Can I help you?” Joe asks, and Booker catches Joe’s face in his hands and pulls him into a kiss.

Joe’s hands come up to wrap around Booker’s wrists, and Booker fully expects Joe to push him back, but he doesn’t. He just holds Booker there.

“Stop breaking the house,” Booker says, and kisses Joe again for punctuation.

send a kiss

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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

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I just realized I should post a gif of it actually running because that’s the best part !!!!!

This plumbing project is turning out to be a lot harder than I anticipated but I’m too fucking stubborn to give up now that I’m in the home stretch

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every day is just like I want the protestors to succeed I want universities to divest from the arms industry I want no fucking cops I also want everyone to clean their fucking movements up and be publicly honest about antisemitism

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This isn’t commonly known but one of the rings of hell is actually being in a fandom wherein the popular bloggers have the worst opinions known to man that everyone else parrots

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The last three digits of your current follower count is the Dewey Decimal Classification subject on which you must immediately give a 15-minute presentation.

How would you do?

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#it's a comedy

MONKEY MAN 2024, dir. Dev Patel

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Must admit that one thing that changed the way I see fandom discourse is realizing that a lot of fandom is just… playing with dolls. We're playing with dolls. Shipping? Playing with dolls. AUs? Dolls. Darkfic? Dolls.

Lotta people very agitated about the other kids playing with dolls wrong.

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funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

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I feel such a deep soul bond with this image. It is me and I am it

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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

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IT IS FINISHED!!!

This plumbing project is turning out to be a lot harder than I anticipated but I’m too fucking stubborn to give up now that I’m in the home stretch

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This plumbing project is turning out to be a lot harder than I anticipated but I’m too fucking stubborn to give up now that I’m in the home stretch

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PLEASE draw Joe Nicky Booker in those pants omg

I honestly might HAVE to at this point. They're just so perfect for all of them 😌

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Please enjoy this little snippet of utter devastation of the Cherry Wine prequel that I'm working on 😭

“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to come inside with you?” Andy murmurs—and it takes him a second to realize that she’s still holding his hand. “Just in case Léa…” Booker shakes his head quickly, ducking his head as sharp tears suddenly burn his eyes. “No, that’ll—I don’t want to make it any worse than it’s already going to be,” he mumbles, cheeks heating up at how dead fucking silent the car gets. There’s nothing but the thud, thud, thud of blood in his head and the double-time cadence of his shallow breathing and Booker just wants to swallow the words right back down his throat the moment they leave it. Andy squeezes his fingers, her touch the only thing keeping him from a full-on freefall, and her voice is so painfully soft and full of tender worry that it cuts right through him as she whispers, “You don’t have to do this, Book. Don’t go back to her. You can just stay with us.” The first tear cuts down his cheek as Booker looks up at Andy, everything in the world around them fading out until it’s just the two of them together. “You can stay with me.” ‘Don’t let me dream,’ Booker thinks desperately, wanting nothing more than to just fucking tell her how he feels. But then he thinks of Léa and the pictures of Théo tucked away in his prison bag and all he can do is croak, “My boy’s in there, Andy. I can't just leave him…”