#vxneyard

[goodbeginning-blog]

"We're not supposed to!" - vxneyard

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               there’s part of him that KNOWS    & for a few blissful seconds,  that part was silenced ;   stifled under his lips on ernst’s.     then, they’re disconnected,   the illusion shatters.   they’re NOT supposed to.     he hesitates a second,  looks at the other boy before his gaze darts to anywhere else.    “ right.    f u c k     right.   sorry.    i’m         i have to go       “

[goodbeginning-blog]

               one too many drink,  perhaps  ( though ONE TOO MANY is equal to FIVE TOO FEW  in carr terms ),   a little too fun an atmosphere at the party  made lu a little too forward.     then, he figures,  with how ernst keeps reacting to the boys around them       not the girls,  but the boys       he has good enough reason to be forward.                he leans across the couch ( that he’s maybe taking too much of with all the people in the house ),  waves his hand in front of ernst to catch his attention.    “ ernst robel,  i have a VITAL question for you.     are you      a queer?   i don’t care,  i really don’t.   but are you? ”   too forward, just like ‘ a little buzzed ’ ,  is an understatement.

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[terriblechastity-blog]

               “ wendla said we’re sinful degenerates. ”

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[naaiivety-blog]

julia: a wendla bergmann i can trust, a wendla bergmann i can believe in, a wendla bergmann who i thought was only achievable in my dreams tbh

asdfghg;fdkLLASKFD.   i tried to find a gif icon to properly react but I do not have one. i love you so much & also

WENDLA BERGMANN 2016. A WENDLA TO BELIEVE IN. (still a better candidate than trump)

[khakislut]

       “ it’s fastpass day ! ernst ! it’s today - the day ! wait - is there a sign for fastpass ? it’s weird to spell it... ”

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[terriblechastity-blog]

          sixteen years  ( albeit only three since he realized his affinity for the MALE form alongside the girls’ ) of toiling through every day surrounded by hormonal idiots.    the difference between himself and them was that he was hormonal but no idiot.  in fact,  he prided himself on his intelligence - his observance.  his observance that told him beyond a shadow of a doubt that ERNST ROBEL was as homosexual as they came.  any time the subject of women came up, how completely silent he’d become     how uncomfortably he’d shift at the slightest mention of thigh or breasts     how he so blatantly looked at the boys, at HIM,  when he thought no one would notice.   hans was confident,  hans was CURIOUS.           so when otto dashed off after class   shitty company anyway, ernst could do better   to leave a lone sheep for the slaughter,  hans knew now was as good a time as any.      " i’ll walk with you ernst. ”   the surprise he got in return was unsurprising, still flattering.    “ we’ll huddle over the homer, ”  and while talking a nice moment to peruse the boy’s ass,  more to himself than anyone as he KNEW the other wouldn’t hear,    “ maybe do a little achilles as patroclus. ”

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[goodbeginning-blog]

               “   ‘ on a sunday afternoon, when the shutters are down and the proletariat possesses the street,    there are certain thoroughfares which remind one of  nothing less  than a   big,  cancerous  COCK. ’ ”

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[naaiivety-blog]

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         she’s never  seen him smile so -- it makes her own heart lift. her hands raise in greeting, catching his eye. a gentle sway of curls fall over her shoulder, GIGGLING with such an innate glee ---- one that is SHARED.

         - I’ve never seen you so gleeful -,    her finger pokes playfully into his side,   - who were you with? come on, you MUST tell me! -