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I DON’T LET GO. IT’S MY ONE THING.

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casey | xxiv | ao3: waydownhadestown

every other week a beautiful beloved mutual of mine pulls yet another offputting white guy outta their ass and puts him on my dash with the fervour of an ancient crackpot philosopher hammering his new doctrine onto the temple doors

You seat a table of three for breakfast and the woman says hmm yes I will have a loaded waffle tower please and you say ma'am that's a children's item and she says so and you say okay fine and the man who brought a whole laptop in says ah, I will have what the lady is having and an orange soda and you say for breakfast and he says of course and then the guy who is clearly a criminal says what kind of bread do you use for your French toast and you say ... White and he says can I sub brioche and you say we don't have brioche and he sighs and says I'll get the rooty tooty... Whatever the cowboy omelette and the other two start razzing him about being a cowboy and when you come to check up on them the woman is playing airplane with the loaded waffle tower trying to get the criminal to eat it and they tip $200 and your watch has been replaced with a better watch

When I’m reading smut and the author breaks the flow of the story so that the characters can tell us that they have enthusiastic consent it feels exactly like when Dora the Explorer looks directly into the camera and says ‘Seat belts so we can be safe!’ anytime she gets into a motorized vehicle.

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if i found the wreck of an alien space craft i'd be picking up all the stuff in it and tooting on it to see if it was an alien instrument which was capable of alien jazz

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