hey-malarkey

[hey-malarkey]

Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.

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so late to the trend but here's qifrey🧙‍♂️

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the thought of him tied down to a chair trying to rut his hips into my hand as I kiss his forehead and tease him for being such a needy little slut

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I think fidds and Stan fuck nasty and both are imagining the other as ford #mysteryzero au

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Well well well well well well well

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Ford and Stan's ghosts be banging and clanging and causing localized disturbances with their ghost sex

It's been 84 years but you know who's still banging? Stan and Ford

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Stan reaches a hand out to touch Ford's cheek, cradle it in his palm. He almost can't believe this moment is here.

"Stanley-" Ford starts in a low tone, but Stan covers Ford's lips with his thumb, shushing him.

"Just for a moment, let me look at you," Stan asks. Ford nods slightly, and Stan's answering smile slowly draws closer until Ford is tasting it. Stan's lips on his, eyes wide open into the kiss, as if afraid Ford will disappear the moment he blinks.

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It's been 84 years but you know who's still banging? Stan and Ford

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[hey-malarkey]

fic - “have a little faith in me”

for @who-knows-after-dark, the other half of my grunkle feels echo chamber

she mentioned ford wearing a blindfold and I GOT EXTREMELY CARRIED AWAY WITH IDEA

title borrowed from this song

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Ford becomes a different person with the blindfold on.

It happens before Stan is even finished tying on the bandana.  As soon as his eyes are covered Ford’s rigid shoulders sag with relief, his breath shuddering out of him in a long, slow sigh.  When Stan’s done with the knot he lets a hand linger on Ford’s face; Ford nuzzles into it, his stubble scraping the lifeline carved across the palm.

“Stanley,” he murmurs, hushed and delicate, just like he used to do when the lights were out and they were supposed to be asleep.

“Right here, Sixer,” Stan murmurs back, rubbing his thumb against Ford’s cheek.  “I ain’t going anywhere.”

Ford makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, his head bowed in gratitude.  Stan just slides his grip down to Ford’s chin so he can lift it and guide him into a kiss.  They’re both sitting sidesaddle on the edge of the mattress, one foot on the floor and the other leg tucked up on the bed so they can face each other.  Ford reaches out in response, his hands uncertainly feeling their way through the air until he finds Stan’s thighs and takes hold, anchoring himself as he leans into the kiss, his mouth hungry and wanting.   

Funny, but Stan never would have guessed that Ford might be into this whole blindfold thing.  He’s usually so alert, so aware, always staring at Stan like he doesn’t want to miss a single critical cue as to what he should be doing next.  It was definitely a surprise when he asked if they could try something like this— but as soon as he heard that long, slow sigh, Stan only wished that Ford had asked him sooner.  

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nothing will make you think "i have got to get weirder" more than finally feeling comfortable enough around other people to admit to interests of yours that you think make you a freak and a weirdo only to realize with a combination of embarrassment and relief that you're like a normie to them

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Why are you promoting drug use on your blog

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Having a bruise is great it’s like a second clitoris but it only does masochism

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youre 30+ posting incest??? go pay your taxes

Babe my taxes were due in *April* and the season doesn't start again until *January*

Maybe retake that high school finance course along with like basically any intro English/literature course

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Thought about Norman osborn pathetic wet cat horrific crime commiter and I wanted to fuck him so bad for a second i-

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got a doctors note it says i have to fuck that old man. severely.

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if it’s raining and it’s pouring, you KNOWWWWW that old man is snoring