I know Luke is going to re-sign. But the wait isn't good for my nerves

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I know Luke is going to re-sign. But the wait isn't good for my nerves

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ough buckkeep homophobia era 😔
Fitz trying to deny the gay allegations: no you don’t understand it was actually much gayer than what you’re assuming
Fitz I'm sorry but your game is horrible
Only 100 pages in & Fitz has mentioned his last gift from the Fool at least half a dozen times. Buddy. Friend. Please.

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❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞
“No, I believe it.”
NO THIS IS NOT GOOD
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SEND MY MUSE A "☼" & I'LL GENERATE A NUMBER TO SEE HOW THEY REACT
19: to yours having a wet dream and calling my muse’s name during it
Fitz had struggled with sleepless nights before, the call of nightmares or just too many ideas running circles in his mind, amping it up and making him twitchy, having to scramble to type them all down, or scribble the rudimentary designs over month old thoughts that led to nowhere. It was normal. This is what he found himself doing, whilst humming a tune under his breath. The sort that was interrupted by what must have been his friend’s voice uttering his name on the other side of the wall that separated their bunks. He paused with a frown and wondered at whether he had just imagined it or not. His head tilted in concentration, and when he failed to hear anything in the next ten, silent seconds, he crawled across his bed, towards the wall and pressed his ear to it. That’s where he heard his name again. Only, it wasn’t the call of her demanding his presence after a nightmare, or fearful noise that meant she was in some kind of trouble. It was whispered breathlessly, caught between small gasps and ….He had heard enough at that point. He scrambled back across his bed, back resting against the wall opposite where he sat dazed and ever so confused. For the next few minutes he couldn’t help but stare at the wall where the sound just about snuck through. When he finally dared to string together the noises and put them into context, he really didn’t have much doubt about what was going on in Jemma’s sleep.Fitz found himself caught between an array of ways to feel about this discovery. Embarrassed, flattered, relieved, glad, annoyed. He just didn’t quite know how to process it. Then he was left wondering whether he should ever let her know just what he heard, ask her about it, or admit that he felt certain ways about her, armed with the knowledge he gained tonight. Right now though, he just decided to block out the noise with headphones, and attempt to sleep without disturbance.