Dopamine

Spencer Joseph Quinn. 0198 - G2 - A2 Honestly, I just wanna fuck and drink red wine.

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@itsbillywatson @heystella-lunden @arthur-gustin for context xo

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Hello! How is everyone coping with lockdown? I can’t believe I haven’t been on here ages

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Brb typing up Billy’s NYC bio x

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I just found out about this, I love the idea

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Omg see you in New York ✌️😗

[itsbillywatson]

Hello! How is everyone coping with lockdown? I can’t believe I haven’t been on here ages

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Brb typing up Billy’s NYC bio x

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Not finished yet and I've not done a real spellcheck or anything but let me know how it works for you guys if you get a chance? The updates tab is acting freaking for me but idk how to fix it :(

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arthur-gustin​:

“What about all of the… museums? And movies? And restaurants and plays and your family and other stuff? Oh, parades.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

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jack-croft​:

The quick movement takes him off guard, but the fingers squeezing the sides of his throat pull a moan from Jack, strained as he tilts his head back to rest on Spencer’s shoulder. The lips on his jaw feel good, but the new angle of his neck makes holding back audible gasps and moans difficult as he arches into Spencer’s thrusts.

“You like that?” The dominant facade is compromised just long enough for a groan to escape him, but then the grip on Jack’s hip is tightening again. The hand on his throat tightens similarly as he tells him, “you fucking missed me,” after a particularly hard thrust.

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Spencer when Stella makes fun of them for being posh

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LOL and it is

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@heystella-lunden @arthur-gustin @jack-croft

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From Josh’s blog. Hatchman myth BUSTED.

@arthur-gustin I KNEW they kissed in some form. Still have not found it though

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Omg

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arthur-gustin‌:

“What are you anticipating?”

“Choosing staying inside with you over... Whatever there is to do outside.”

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arthur-gustin‌:

“Sounds really nice. Also sounds like you’re plannin’ to spend a lot of time staying in.” 

“Not planning per se. More anticipating.”

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arthur-gustin‌:

“What d’you think it’ll be like?” he asks.

“I think we’ll need to live really high up with really big windows so we don’t forget that there’s a world outside.” He chuckles.

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arthur-gustin‌:

. “Yeah. Thank you for making me feel less crazy. And important. And warm, and safe and loved and okay.”

“When we get out of here we’ll start taking shit like that for granted,” he thinks out loud. “I don’t mind that, though. I think we’ll have probably earned it.”

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arthur-gustin‌:

“Me too,” he replies, nodding. “I love you.”

He turns slightly, his head tilting to brush Arthur’s. “I love you,” he repeats. “Thanks for making me feel less crazy.”

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arthur-gustin‌:

Arthur hums, kisses his shoulder again before he rests his cheek gently on his arm. “Yeah, I get that feeling but being on a different plane doesn’t mean a higher plane. Just maybe a… nice one.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, fingers curling around the short locks of hair now. “I like that.”