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I really really really really really really like you

for @goatyoat

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I really really really really really really like you

for @goatyoat

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DIRK IS A REGULAR GUY. HE CAN DO A HOLISTIC.

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be the spinch compilation you wish to see in the world

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Dean & Cas | Chasing Twisters the only love I've ever known, the only soul I ever saved

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too many holistic beautiful boys

(based on this montage of the McElroys playing Monster Factory)

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The Magicians | Welcome to the Cult of Dionysus you're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous and polyamorous

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Just watched your Is It Over Now x Queliot video. This is your official notice I am serving you a cease and desist. It caused me significant distress. Keep up the good work, bitchsoldier.

this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me

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fic: I won't ask you to wait (if you don't ask me to stay)

Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Rating: M Words: 20,284

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Summary: Sebastian wasn’t sure who he’d been expecting to see when he turned around, but it wasn’t Blaine, headed towards him looking like something out of a goddamn Hallmark Christmas movie. What a fucking cliché.

Getting involved came too close to caring, and Sebastian wouldn’t allow it. Except, apparently, with the one guy who didn’t even notice.

Author's Note: I have been writing this fic for FIVE YEARS, chipping away at it in bits and pieces and insisting every holiday season that surely this year will be the year I post it. and I finally did!

I feel like it ended up as more of a self-indulgent Sebastian Smythe character study than a seblaine fic, but if you're into longing, guilt, introspection, denial, and The Nick & Sebastian Show, you've come to the right place. If you like playlists, I've been working on this one since 2023

a special thank you to my incredible wife @melthedestroyer, who has very patiently served as my sounding board for this fic since before we were even living together, and to @midtrains, who is the main reason I pushed myself to finish it at all.

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you could call me babe for the weekend

Spotify | YouTube | (Sebastian's Version) | read the fic

a vibes-based playlist from Blaine's POV during the events of I won't ask you to wait (if you don't as me to stay). no order, just vibes

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we could call it even

Spotify | YouTube | (Blaine's Version) | read the fic

aka the playlist that has been ruining my Spotify wrapped since 2023. the songs are in order and correspond with the different sections of the fic, the full outline is below the cut

DECEMBER 'tis the damn season - Taylor Swift

MARCH Come Into the Water - Mitski

DECEMBER Sky Full Of Song - Florence + The Machine

JUNE Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

DECEMBER I See You - Phoebe Bridgers

JULY Lonely Together - Avicii feat. Rita Ora

DECEMBER Maybe I Am - Fletcher

AUGUST The Bottom - Gracie Abrams

DECEMBER Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? - Taylor Swift

SEPTEMBER Better Off - Trousdale

DECEMBER Winter - Joshua Radin

OCTOBER Delayed Reaction - Laure Elle

DECEMBER So Good - Halsey

NOVEMBER Dying in LA - Panic! At the Disco

DECEMBER Cry for Judas - The Mountain Goats

NOW Winterbreak - MUNA That's What I Want - Lil Nas X Risk - Gracie Abrams Train Song - Feist Labyrinth - Taylor Swift

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Dirk Gently's Holistic Desperate Measures

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when they stage a production of Dracula in the exploded and burned down ruins of a former munitions surplus warehouse on a haunted island in the middle of the Hudson

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Claws! Knives! Bloody eyes! Everyone run for your lives!

ao3 | full list of monsters with timestamps

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Blaine Anderson | Suburban Legends I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it

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Dirk Gently's Holistic Desperate Measures

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Is It Over Now? | Quentin & Eliot