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#230601
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Godfrey, a certain curious cat has a question for you:
Hey Gao, is it gay to touch your own dick? xoxo diaf
We’re all dying to find out what’s your take on this! Tell your little Peter Pan I said hi.
- xoxo
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#260401
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Congrats! Godfrey the Failed Writer is now a Successful Drunk. Every time I see him he's gripping a bottle and screaming at people lmfaooo this would be a lot more entertaining if he wasn't puking on everything. Disgusting.
- Anonymous
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AESTHETIC BOARD — GODFREY GAO & KWON JIYONG
❛ for being a brat, refusing to act your age, for all of the decent citizens you’ve enraged, you can go to hell. ❜
— send a ‘☾’ for an aesthetic board of our muses ( accepting )
— Superman
( — @247gao )
— continued from here
Making attempts to knock any sense into Godfrey’s mind (he supposes it’s as shallow as the man) has always been senseless and unusually debilitating and yet Jiyong couldn’t pinpoint the cause for why so doggedly he was throwing in those golden thoughts whenever their paths would unfortunately cross. Who he is to moralize anyone, after all?
And here they are again, shooting scowls at one another and tossing more or less venomous. The hatred and enmity they never seem to drop in each other’s company meanders in the dense air, filling the dead silence that arose after Jiyong’s measured statement, which might’ve sounded like something he practiced in front of a mirror and waited for the right moment. Unsurprisingly, it falls on deaf ears.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose in utter annoyance, he sharply heaves a sigh. “What humility could I expect from a former jock...”
#030301
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It's been awhile since Gao's latest installment, but I guess his matchmaking work is taking off... Well, you know what they say: “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” Shall we wait and see?
- Pheme
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— Best Behaviour
( — @247gao )
It was this moment when with each second Jiyong was becoming more and more talkative, but the problem was that all of a sudden he lacked proper company. Nursing a colourful drink in his gloved hand, he carefully examined the crowd like a hawk on the lookout. He wasn’t searching for anyone particular — by virtue of current masked conditions he silently resented, it would be nothing else but a straining struggle to espy a face not belonging to a stranger. On top of that, his vision wasn’t thoroughly precise at the moment, yet it didn’t stop him from spotting a rather exceptionally tall guy. However, with his own height most men seemed to be like skyscrapers next to him.
Unhesitatingly he ambled bouncily in his direction, taking a long sip from his glass in the meantime before putting on an eminently friendly grin, as though the male was an old acquaintance. “Having fun?” Jiyong softly chuckled, briefly peeking at whatever beverage the man in front of him was holding. Promptly his bright expression had gotten more serious when he had a pensive look around. “Every single day we wear various masks... Does that mean tonight we are our true selves?”
‘first rule of fight club’
@247gao
jongin’s tongue slips out across his lower lip, the salted taste filling his mouth, the familiar iron he’s become accustomed to, almost raised on like a vampire, and sometimes he wonders if he is one, if he might be some blood-hungry, hideous monster draped in pretty skin, only surviving from one night to the next by means of drinking down other peoples’ lives. it’d certainly explain a lot about him, not only how many fights he gets into, how many of these nothing parties evolve into battle grounds he loses himself in, the sting and pain from fighting occasionally the only way he can tell that he’s not entirely dead yet. it’s fun, right? existing is fun.
distantly, he hears the tap-tap-tapping of a gutter storm drain, the alleyway around him dark and unpleasant ( as all alleyways are supposed to be ), his haggard breathing along with that of the man sitting opposite him becoming the only other sounds in the crisp evening air. which is surprising, given that just a few feet from them, the masquerade ball blooms and carries on, high-pitched laughter over music hardly anyone is really paying attention to, each and every puppet in play between gilded walls. jongin had done his best, tried hard to fit in with them, to sit and dine pretty and pretend like he hasn’t been itching for a fight for almost two days now, this incursion with gao not even his first one here.
despite their general dislike of each other, faces bruised, knuckles tarnished, both their immaculate outfits in shambles, jongin finds himself grinning at the other in the darkness, the chuckles bubbling out of him like a broken dam. he has no real idea why they have just fought ( probably something he said, gao not showing up in a dress being a shock ), but it feels satisfying just the same, and jongin sighs as he leans his head back against the building behind him. “feel better?”
#130201
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Stay away from this one, ladies! Rumor has it, the reason for Peter Pan’s impending divorce (we all know it’s true) is because his wife caught him dressing up in her own clothes! Who wants to be married to a drag queen who looks better in heels than you do?
- Anonymous
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