Oct 22, 2025
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actually i lied. adhd meds will be used to watch every single race and press con and interview and read every single article i can find about marc / valentino on god
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rip to the musem in my city... it isn't dead, but im not stepping foot in it again after the Israel funded exhibition not too long ago
confession
Something quick about Villanious
So, there are lots of people that think that Black Hat is a demon. And the way he and Dr. Flug met for the first time is still unknown. So my theory is: What if Dr. Flug got himself in serious danger and was going to die, maybe he got also scarred on his face and thatās the reason heās wearing that bag now. However Black Hat saw what was happening and decided to intervene. After all Dr. Flug was a genius, all that potential couldnāt just got to waste. So he saved his life (kinda) and Flug had to make, like, a deal with him. And thatās why heās working for Black Hat. Itās just a theory, pls donāt kill me.
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After a dinner of tough, slightly sandy skag jerky and some crusty bread, theyād decided to break into a bit of the whiskey. Rhys had side-eyed the stained jug of acidic alcohol that Jack had offered him, but at the older manās needling Rhys had taken a deep swig of the bottle. Jack had laughed at him when Rhys had choked on the sharp taste, but contrary to the vault hunterās expectations the boy had kept it down with a couple firm thumps to the chest.
āEasy,ā Rhys had huffed, handing the jug back to Jack, āyour move, old man.ā
Theyād passed the jug back and forth until it laid empty and discarded on the cooling sands, the last little drops dripping out onto the earth as the two men had slowly gravitated towards one another. Just as Jack had realized that Rhys was leaning up against him, heād suddenly found the kid sliding warming into his lap, blithely taking a seat atop his thighs as heād leaned his head back against Jackās chest and started to point out the map of the stars twinkling in the darkening sky above them. Jack had gotten a whiff of Rhysā hair, smelling of sand and cloth and the barest hint of blood. Ā
Jack had just pegged the kid as a little handsy, any social inhibitions clouded by the alcohol to the point where personal space just wasnāt something he was thinking about as he pressed up against Jack. But okay, the way that Rhys looked over his shoulder at him, the way the kidās eyes shone in the moonlight, the husky little whisper with which he told Jack the names heād made up for the constellationsā¦that right there? That had to be something more.
Thatās what Jack convinces himself of, anyway, when his hand cups Rhysā cheek and he presses in for a kiss as warm as the Pandoran night is chill and silent.
i just want to say thank u to all the sheith folks that suddenly followed this blog despite only being active for a week i hope i don't disappoint