LOOK AT THE COMMISSION THAT @galactickit GAVE ME I!!!! EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT I GET A NEW RUSH OF A BRAND NEW EMOTION!!!! IT'S THEM!!!! REVERSE ORDER RAPHAEL AND DONATELLO!!!!! PLEASE GO COMMISSION HER IT WAS AMAZING THIS IS AMAZING I AM BEYOND INSPIRED I'M SO HAPPY OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
SCREEEEEAM anonstie & @mollycockles & @wunderlichkind & @mossistyping i love you SOOOO much omg ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ BOY BATHHHHHH!!!!!
and thank you to @mac-reynolds for pointing out THERE'S A TOY CAR
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@boycarfreak omg thank you SO MUCH for picking out a line that made an impression!!! this is such a kind ask and im folding it up and putting it in my pockettttttt
omg em @clockworkf1 I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking the time to send this it means the world to me!!!! 💗💗💗
LMAOOOOOO @lindylou97 i loooove your way with words so much. GAGGED, GAWKED, AND GOOFY!!! how do you do it. the shoe hanging in the rafters is such a fun way to put it and lmao anonsties, this feeling of dread was so common in the comments! i told the gdoc gc about it and liza said this was me surprised about everyone expecting the worst :')
also....chapter 33: rose petals WILL answer this question:
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It’s a claustrophobic empty-stand triple header. The travelling circus parades from Austria to Hungary in single-occupancy vehicles and masked-up, windows-down car shares.
But their windows are up and their mouths are bare. Daniel drives one-handed, one wrist on the steering wheel and one pressed to Max’s hot, sucking mouth.
“Points,” Max praises, warm plosives over wet skin.
“Podium,” Daniel congratulates.
“P3. Fucking Bottas.”
“Yeah, fuckin’ Bottas.”
When Daniel needs his hand back, Max presses the cold aluminium of his Red Bull to the inside of his lip. The ulcers look better, but they still bother him. Daniel can see it in the way his lips stretch into new shapes, how they run from his teeth.
They hit a pothole. The Red Bull splashes in Max’s eyes. He yells, “Fuck!” but he’s laughing.
Daniel pulls over and licks the fizz from his lashes.
When I was growing up, I’d been bullied for being different. It had started as a petty fight between friends because when you’re little you argue about the small things with your friends, but I never expected it to become a trigger for my then friends to bully me. We were immature. I admit that the fight was my fault to begin with, but I wish it never gotten so out of hand for them to do what…