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firewhiskeyficTitle: Blue Moon
Author:ruinsplume
I am of legal drinking age in my region: I am two legal drinkers and a preteen over the leagal limint!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:James/Sirius, HP of course
Challenge: Huh? to be coherent?
Summary: centaurs and cock and fate
Rating/Warnings: Rating: Explicit. Warnings: cock. and the sucking thereof. Dire prediecitons. Cdentaurs that quote Shakespeare
Word count: 2400
Author's Notes (if any):the author is dringking blue moon beer. The moon is blue becuase the planet is a mess. Sirius is blue because
ah, we commenece:
It’s April 22nd, and Sirius was suposed to have spent the day at a demonstration, protesting. James and Lily had gone, and Peter had gone, and Remus would have gone except that he was still in the infirmary. But instead Sirus had...spent the day wanking to the photos in his Men of Quidditch mag. Now it was evening and everyone was back again, flushed wiht having Made A Difference, even though it was pretty clear to sirius that it was too late to make anything besides desperate attempts and gestures. Sirius hadn’t even done his Divination homework, and now James was standing over him and so forth, there’s an essay they didn’t do, and James and Sirius deciede that the best way to do it at short notic e would be to go into the forbidden forest and find the centaurs.
Which they do. Darkness and the wet grass of the grounds and all Sirius wants is for Moony to be back int eh dorms and fuck him, is htat so bloody much to ask? All he wants is skin and mouth and cock and to be fucked and mabye to be drunk as well, to be released from the pattern that will soon be a war, is already a war but not quite yet called that. As if not saying what it is will hold it off.
James beside him is nattering about Evans, they snogged at the demonstration right before a group of deatheaters came swooping in, and sirius is n’t really following it because it’s taking all his engery to just have this body, to walk it across the fucking grounds to the edge of the forest where only last night they were running, they were animals, they were fur and teeth and rack of bone and never as animals would their minds unfold what the wizards are doing, the parsing and killing of some and not others. Moony transformed would take any rabbit, any badger. No malice in it, no premeditation. Sirius thinks of Regulus, and feels slightly sick, and grabs james’s hand wihtout thinking too much about it.
James, used to Sirius, lets his hand be grabbed.
A side effect of being animagi, the touching. Their human forms more temporary, provisional. The boundaries displaceable.
He jus t wants to be held and hurt into durnkenness, he just wants to be fucked and held and made to forget all of it. They have one roll of parchment due on the results of an individual prediction made by the means of their choice: crystal ball, tealeaves, or astrology.
They find the centaurs. Two of them, close together, their human hands stroking human chests. Their horse hooves pawing the ground in what appears to be a dance. James and Sirius break in through the underbrush, trip over a tree root, and four eyes turn on them in accusation, jusdgement, shock.
“Rihgt then,” James says, “we wondered if we might ask a few questions,” and Sirius is smart enough to know they’ve already fucked up irreprably, and Sirius is Sirius enough to know that the only way out is through.
“Predictions,” James is saying. “If you have any.” Or some shite.
A chestnut centaur—his human skin the same color as his horse’s body, his hair glossy black, and chest hair, sirius notices, a lot of it, not unlike the picture of the chudley Cannons’ keeper, who kept stroking his broom in a really fucking suggestive way while Sirius was tossing off—this centaur is looking haughty the way they always do and then he breaks away from his friend and comes to stand directly in fgront of Sirus and James, and then, then he rears up on his hind legs and both boys jump back. He’s meanign to scare them, and they are scared so that worked, but it’s also a full frontal albeit very fleetin gview of his genitals, which are twice the length and size of James and Sirius’s put togethert, and yes there is going to be cock in this story.
Sirius thinking about that. Missing what the centaur is saying. Thinking about the fact that the centaurs can’t wank, he doesn’t think, the human hands are too far away, it’s not anotonmicaly possible and that’s got to be a massive fucking problem. Maybe he could write an essay about that. No, no, he has to fuckous. That’s supposed ot be FOCUS. But he wants to fuckous, that’s the problem.
“The fault is not in our stars,” the centaur is saying, in respoinse to whatever the hell James asked him.
Maybe they suck each other off, sirius thinks, horses can roll on thier backs, afterall, and whenver he sees actual horses doing that they look really happy. Rollng on their backs, that is. He’s never seen horses suk each othe roff. but they could if they wanted to. Maybe they want to. Maybe if they’re centaurs they want to.
“Make mountains level, and the continent, weary of solid firmness, melt itself into the sea,” the centaur says.
and that sounds so...so final, and Sirius seems to have missed the part where the centaur stopped threatening them for breaking up their dance or wank session or whatever it was, and now they’re into doom.
Sirius glances at James. He knows James well enogh to know that right now, James is thinking bugger this shite.
James sort of nods, politely but not really scared, which comes off as impolite. Sirius doesn’t know why James isn’t scared of anyting.
“Some were born great,” the centaur says, looking at Sirius like it’s an answer to the question Sirius asked only in his mind.
The other centaur comes over. Pure white, his human skin pale as Lucius malfoy’s, his hair on his horse’s body and tail both pure white. And Sirius of course has to know, so he looks, and the foreskin, if that’s waht you call it on a horse, is the same white, but the equipment protruding from it is black, leathery, and of course he thinks about it. He thinks about the way it would feel in his mouth. like sucking on the arm of his leather jacket maybe.
“But what’s going to happen,” james says.
“you mean right now?” the white centaur says, hard and mean and with one foot pawing the dust in front of James.
“Uh, yeah,” James says, and sirius realizes that whatever the anwer is, James can’t be too arsed to care because he, James Potter, is going to be fine, is going to come up smelling like roses, or smelling like Evans’s knickers anyway, and even with the war that isn’t being called by that name yet, James doesn’t believe it will ever touch him.
Maybe James is right, and sirius shoudl stop being such a sensitive, overreacting shirtlifing bleeder all the time.
“Flesh stays no further reason but rising at thy name,” the chestnut centaur says, and turns with a degree of haughtiness that would put the entire Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to shame, and canters away.
“What the bloody hell does that mean?” James asks.
And they say Sirius is the arrogant one.
“It means you’re going to get your cock sucked,” the white centaur says. He flings his hair over his shoulders, and oh god, look at those shoulders, those hindquarters, Sirius is so fucking bent, and the white centaur canters away too, hooves kicking up earth, and then both the cenaturs are gone, and Jaems is beaming in a way that sirius knows he thinks means lily is going to do the cocksucking, and Sirius doesn’t know how to break it to him that they didn’t mean lily at all.
“come on, then, Prongs,” he says, swinging around to face James, his fingers grabbing James’s shirttail and pulling it out of his trousers. Because the best approach is the direct one. Sirius drops to his knees and begins undoing James’s flies.
James is kind of laughing, like it’s a joke,a nd by the time he realizes it isn’t, Sirius has got his hand thorugh the slit in James’s pants, and is pulling him out.
“you heard them,” he murmurs. “So we have to.”
All four of them have wanked together before, a couple of times in fifth year, before sirius hooked up with Remus. And last summer when Sirius went to live with the Potters he and James did it exactly three times just the two of them. And each time James was neither embarrassed nor standoffish after, which was the perfect way to handle it if you are James Potter and your best friend is bent and you are an opportuniust and a good mate. It made thinfgs nice for Sirius, that James didn’t get all weird about it. It made Sirius love him more. Not the way he loves Remus, which Sirius does not want to think about right now, what wiht Remus in the infirmary recovering and Sirius on his knees in the forest while the continent is melting itself into the sea. But the way he loves James, who is unafraid, who knows he will be all right, who is letting sirius do this. James who is letting Sirius take him in hand, letting sirius ease his balls out too, letting sirius wrap his hand around James’s cock and breathe on the tip of it, while looking up at him, and James, bless him, looks down, disbelieving and momentarily unnerved, but not so unnerved that he pulls away, becuase he doesn’t. He runs his hands through his hair, once, twice, and sort of half-laughs, and then puts his hand in sirus’s hair, and runs his hand through that, as if it were his own.
As if sirius holding James’s cock is no more unusual than James holding it. And maybe it’s not, becuase they’re friends. And if the mountains are going to be leveled—becasue that’s what’s coming, isn’t it, the centaurs said so—shouldn’t Sirius at least do this before they all sink?
Sirius kisses the tip of James’s cock. Reverently, as if James’s cock is the thing he has to save from drowning. He looks up at James thorugh his lashes, and when he sees James is still lookin gdown at him, and by that looking is admitting what’s happening, it surges thorugh Sirtius’s body everywhere and everywhere collects in his own cock, which is suddenly and perfeclty completely hard.
he takes James in his mouth. Still looking up at him.
James doesn’t look away.
That’s all. He doesn’t look away from what’s happening.
That’s all that’s needed.
sirus closes his eyes, feeling james’s eyes on him.
He opens his mouth and take sjames in.
Sink. He sinks in this. Skin. fullness this part of James. His best friend tender in his mouth hard in his mouth oh yes James is going to get his cock sucked. whatever happens he’s going to get his cock ksucked by Sirius fucking black. Sirius runs his tongue down the underside of the dshaft an bck up again, pausing where the foreskin attaches just below the head. flick, flick and James is his. Has alwys been his, just didin’t know it. James tightens his hand, and Sirius realizes James’s hand is still in his hair. Tighetens it there.
gonna suck off his best friend here on his knees in the forest where yesterday they were running, dog and stag. Animals, as if that were a bad word. sirius tightens his mouth, hums around James. James’s wiry nest of hair catching on Sirius’s unshaven chin. The smell of him in. Padfoot wanted this too, to know. Suck, suck, blow. James cants his hips, sirius will melt in this. Like the whole world. He wraps his hand around the base. This is James. cock skin on his tonugue. lick the head, the pearled bead weeping at the slit. Swallow it. sirius bobs his head, mouth suctioned around James’s prick, the flat of his tonuge caressing the underside of James’s cockhead.
“Fuck, Padfoot,” James is saying. “Fucking bloody fuck,” midnless words, but James’s voice. Like birds. Like love, this is. Sirius on his knees in the earth in th e forest and the most animal part of James in his mouth like a sweet like a spell liek the whole world. James bucks forward, his hand hard in sirus’s ‘s hair, and now James is moaning, the words burled into vowels only, just thrust, thrust, thrust. sirius suddenly awawre of himslef, his own cock thrusting back, untouched in his pants.
wiht his left hand hand he fumbles his fliesopen holds himself while his mouth is holding james. Looks up at his friend. James, James, James. For you ,James. come in my mouth. Please. Not spoken, but Jems knows. Throws his head back, under the dark of hte trees and spills, moaning. jthe sound through sirius like a smell. Sirius comes in his hand, orgasms for the fourth time that day, comes on the dark earth, cock spurting.
They’re young, they’re beautiful theuy’re rich; they are, in a certain way, in love iwht each other.
Why then is Siruius hurting? even as pleaserure rockets through him and he hugs James’s thighs to his face, kisses and licks his friend, licks his balls the way Padfoot would, yes, just—just here. In the night and the dark and the air. the smell of the forest all around. Maybe they could just live right here on this dark foreseted bit of ground.
He staggers to his feet, James helping him up.
“thanks, mate,” James says, and then, suddenly aware that that isn’t reallky enough of a thing to say, pulls sirius roughly toward him in a hug and kisses him. It lands beside /sirusis;ss mouth, half on half off. And good enough.
They do up their trousers. James socks Siris on the arm and Sirus shoves him back.
“Not bad, not bad.” sirius grins; tries to grin, then does.
It’s only as they’re just about to go that Siruis catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns to look.
There. The two centaurs are watrching them thorigh the trees. Side by side, with their arms around each other. They must have been watching the whole time.
And yet they look so sad.
Author:
ruinsplumeI am of legal drinking age in my region: I am two legal drinkers and a preteen over the leagal limint!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:James/Sirius, HP of course
Challenge: Huh? to be coherent?
Summary: centaurs and cock and fate
Rating/Warnings: Rating: Explicit. Warnings: cock. and the sucking thereof. Dire prediecitons. Cdentaurs that quote Shakespeare
Word count: 2400
Author's Notes (if any):the author is dringking blue moon beer. The moon is blue becuase the planet is a mess. Sirius is blue because
ah, we commenece:
It’s April 22nd, and Sirius was suposed to have spent the day at a demonstration, protesting. James and Lily had gone, and Peter had gone, and Remus would have gone except that he was still in the infirmary. But instead Sirus had...spent the day wanking to the photos in his Men of Quidditch mag. Now it was evening and everyone was back again, flushed wiht having Made A Difference, even though it was pretty clear to sirius that it was too late to make anything besides desperate attempts and gestures. Sirius hadn’t even done his Divination homework, and now James was standing over him and so forth, there’s an essay they didn’t do, and James and Sirius deciede that the best way to do it at short notic e would be to go into the forbidden forest and find the centaurs.
Which they do. Darkness and the wet grass of the grounds and all Sirius wants is for Moony to be back int eh dorms and fuck him, is htat so bloody much to ask? All he wants is skin and mouth and cock and to be fucked and mabye to be drunk as well, to be released from the pattern that will soon be a war, is already a war but not quite yet called that. As if not saying what it is will hold it off.
James beside him is nattering about Evans, they snogged at the demonstration right before a group of deatheaters came swooping in, and sirius is n’t really following it because it’s taking all his engery to just have this body, to walk it across the fucking grounds to the edge of the forest where only last night they were running, they were animals, they were fur and teeth and rack of bone and never as animals would their minds unfold what the wizards are doing, the parsing and killing of some and not others. Moony transformed would take any rabbit, any badger. No malice in it, no premeditation. Sirius thinks of Regulus, and feels slightly sick, and grabs james’s hand wihtout thinking too much about it.
James, used to Sirius, lets his hand be grabbed.
A side effect of being animagi, the touching. Their human forms more temporary, provisional. The boundaries displaceable.
He jus t wants to be held and hurt into durnkenness, he just wants to be fucked and held and made to forget all of it. They have one roll of parchment due on the results of an individual prediction made by the means of their choice: crystal ball, tealeaves, or astrology.
They find the centaurs. Two of them, close together, their human hands stroking human chests. Their horse hooves pawing the ground in what appears to be a dance. James and Sirius break in through the underbrush, trip over a tree root, and four eyes turn on them in accusation, jusdgement, shock.
“Rihgt then,” James says, “we wondered if we might ask a few questions,” and Sirius is smart enough to know they’ve already fucked up irreprably, and Sirius is Sirius enough to know that the only way out is through.
“Predictions,” James is saying. “If you have any.” Or some shite.
A chestnut centaur—his human skin the same color as his horse’s body, his hair glossy black, and chest hair, sirius notices, a lot of it, not unlike the picture of the chudley Cannons’ keeper, who kept stroking his broom in a really fucking suggestive way while Sirius was tossing off—this centaur is looking haughty the way they always do and then he breaks away from his friend and comes to stand directly in fgront of Sirus and James, and then, then he rears up on his hind legs and both boys jump back. He’s meanign to scare them, and they are scared so that worked, but it’s also a full frontal albeit very fleetin gview of his genitals, which are twice the length and size of James and Sirius’s put togethert, and yes there is going to be cock in this story.
Sirius thinking about that. Missing what the centaur is saying. Thinking about the fact that the centaurs can’t wank, he doesn’t think, the human hands are too far away, it’s not anotonmicaly possible and that’s got to be a massive fucking problem. Maybe he could write an essay about that. No, no, he has to fuckous. That’s supposed ot be FOCUS. But he wants to fuckous, that’s the problem.
“The fault is not in our stars,” the centaur is saying, in respoinse to whatever the hell James asked him.
Maybe they suck each other off, sirius thinks, horses can roll on thier backs, afterall, and whenver he sees actual horses doing that they look really happy. Rollng on their backs, that is. He’s never seen horses suk each othe roff. but they could if they wanted to. Maybe they want to. Maybe if they’re centaurs they want to.
“Make mountains level, and the continent, weary of solid firmness, melt itself into the sea,” the centaur says.
and that sounds so...so final, and Sirius seems to have missed the part where the centaur stopped threatening them for breaking up their dance or wank session or whatever it was, and now they’re into doom.
Sirius glances at James. He knows James well enogh to know that right now, James is thinking bugger this shite.
James sort of nods, politely but not really scared, which comes off as impolite. Sirius doesn’t know why James isn’t scared of anyting.
“Some were born great,” the centaur says, looking at Sirius like it’s an answer to the question Sirius asked only in his mind.
The other centaur comes over. Pure white, his human skin pale as Lucius malfoy’s, his hair on his horse’s body and tail both pure white. And Sirius of course has to know, so he looks, and the foreskin, if that’s waht you call it on a horse, is the same white, but the equipment protruding from it is black, leathery, and of course he thinks about it. He thinks about the way it would feel in his mouth. like sucking on the arm of his leather jacket maybe.
“But what’s going to happen,” james says.
“you mean right now?” the white centaur says, hard and mean and with one foot pawing the dust in front of James.
“Uh, yeah,” James says, and sirius realizes that whatever the anwer is, James can’t be too arsed to care because he, James Potter, is going to be fine, is going to come up smelling like roses, or smelling like Evans’s knickers anyway, and even with the war that isn’t being called by that name yet, James doesn’t believe it will ever touch him.
Maybe James is right, and sirius shoudl stop being such a sensitive, overreacting shirtlifing bleeder all the time.
“Flesh stays no further reason but rising at thy name,” the chestnut centaur says, and turns with a degree of haughtiness that would put the entire Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to shame, and canters away.
“What the bloody hell does that mean?” James asks.
And they say Sirius is the arrogant one.
“It means you’re going to get your cock sucked,” the white centaur says. He flings his hair over his shoulders, and oh god, look at those shoulders, those hindquarters, Sirius is so fucking bent, and the white centaur canters away too, hooves kicking up earth, and then both the cenaturs are gone, and Jaems is beaming in a way that sirius knows he thinks means lily is going to do the cocksucking, and Sirius doesn’t know how to break it to him that they didn’t mean lily at all.
“come on, then, Prongs,” he says, swinging around to face James, his fingers grabbing James’s shirttail and pulling it out of his trousers. Because the best approach is the direct one. Sirius drops to his knees and begins undoing James’s flies.
James is kind of laughing, like it’s a joke,a nd by the time he realizes it isn’t, Sirius has got his hand thorugh the slit in James’s pants, and is pulling him out.
“you heard them,” he murmurs. “So we have to.”
All four of them have wanked together before, a couple of times in fifth year, before sirius hooked up with Remus. And last summer when Sirius went to live with the Potters he and James did it exactly three times just the two of them. And each time James was neither embarrassed nor standoffish after, which was the perfect way to handle it if you are James Potter and your best friend is bent and you are an opportuniust and a good mate. It made thinfgs nice for Sirius, that James didn’t get all weird about it. It made Sirius love him more. Not the way he loves Remus, which Sirius does not want to think about right now, what wiht Remus in the infirmary recovering and Sirius on his knees in the forest while the continent is melting itself into the sea. But the way he loves James, who is unafraid, who knows he will be all right, who is letting sirius do this. James who is letting Sirius take him in hand, letting sirius ease his balls out too, letting sirius wrap his hand around James’s cock and breathe on the tip of it, while looking up at him, and James, bless him, looks down, disbelieving and momentarily unnerved, but not so unnerved that he pulls away, becuase he doesn’t. He runs his hands through his hair, once, twice, and sort of half-laughs, and then puts his hand in sirus’s hair, and runs his hand through that, as if it were his own.
As if sirius holding James’s cock is no more unusual than James holding it. And maybe it’s not, becuase they’re friends. And if the mountains are going to be leveled—becasue that’s what’s coming, isn’t it, the centaurs said so—shouldn’t Sirius at least do this before they all sink?
Sirius kisses the tip of James’s cock. Reverently, as if James’s cock is the thing he has to save from drowning. He looks up at James thorugh his lashes, and when he sees James is still lookin gdown at him, and by that looking is admitting what’s happening, it surges thorugh Sirtius’s body everywhere and everywhere collects in his own cock, which is suddenly and perfeclty completely hard.
he takes James in his mouth. Still looking up at him.
James doesn’t look away.
That’s all. He doesn’t look away from what’s happening.
That’s all that’s needed.
sirus closes his eyes, feeling james’s eyes on him.
He opens his mouth and take sjames in.
Sink. He sinks in this. Skin. fullness this part of James. His best friend tender in his mouth hard in his mouth oh yes James is going to get his cock sucked. whatever happens he’s going to get his cock ksucked by Sirius fucking black. Sirius runs his tongue down the underside of the dshaft an bck up again, pausing where the foreskin attaches just below the head. flick, flick and James is his. Has alwys been his, just didin’t know it. James tightens his hand, and Sirius realizes James’s hand is still in his hair. Tighetens it there.
gonna suck off his best friend here on his knees in the forest where yesterday they were running, dog and stag. Animals, as if that were a bad word. sirius tightens his mouth, hums around James. James’s wiry nest of hair catching on Sirius’s unshaven chin. The smell of him in. Padfoot wanted this too, to know. Suck, suck, blow. James cants his hips, sirius will melt in this. Like the whole world. He wraps his hand around the base. This is James. cock skin on his tonugue. lick the head, the pearled bead weeping at the slit. Swallow it. sirius bobs his head, mouth suctioned around James’s prick, the flat of his tonuge caressing the underside of James’s cockhead.
“Fuck, Padfoot,” James is saying. “Fucking bloody fuck,” midnless words, but James’s voice. Like birds. Like love, this is. Sirius on his knees in the earth in th e forest and the most animal part of James in his mouth like a sweet like a spell liek the whole world. James bucks forward, his hand hard in sirus’s ‘s hair, and now James is moaning, the words burled into vowels only, just thrust, thrust, thrust. sirius suddenly awawre of himslef, his own cock thrusting back, untouched in his pants.
wiht his left hand hand he fumbles his fliesopen holds himself while his mouth is holding james. Looks up at his friend. James, James, James. For you ,James. come in my mouth. Please. Not spoken, but Jems knows. Throws his head back, under the dark of hte trees and spills, moaning. jthe sound through sirius like a smell. Sirius comes in his hand, orgasms for the fourth time that day, comes on the dark earth, cock spurting.
They’re young, they’re beautiful theuy’re rich; they are, in a certain way, in love iwht each other.
Why then is Siruius hurting? even as pleaserure rockets through him and he hugs James’s thighs to his face, kisses and licks his friend, licks his balls the way Padfoot would, yes, just—just here. In the night and the dark and the air. the smell of the forest all around. Maybe they could just live right here on this dark foreseted bit of ground.
He staggers to his feet, James helping him up.
“thanks, mate,” James says, and then, suddenly aware that that isn’t reallky enough of a thing to say, pulls sirius roughly toward him in a hug and kisses him. It lands beside /sirusis;ss mouth, half on half off. And good enough.
They do up their trousers. James socks Siris on the arm and Sirus shoves him back.
“Not bad, not bad.” sirius grins; tries to grin, then does.
It’s only as they’re just about to go that Siruis catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns to look.
There. The two centaurs are watrching them thorigh the trees. Side by side, with their arms around each other. They must have been watching the whole time.
And yet they look so sad.
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Date: 2017-04-25 09:35 pm (UTC)And fuckous! LOL!!! Omg fuckous! :D
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Date: 2017-05-01 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-25 10:19 pm (UTC)Great work even before getting into the drunken aspect.
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Date: 2017-05-01 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-25 10:42 pm (UTC)Haha, I died laughing at this.
I love that the stream of drunkeness really works for Sirius and this story somehow. it's both rambling and poignant. And very cock-filled. Haha! Fuckous is also the best typo. Love how you just rolled with it!
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Date: 2017-05-01 03:42 pm (UTC)How the hell did you manage both at once?!
I'm always writing angsty fic, so the funny must be due to the ALCOHOL.
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Date: 2017-04-26 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-04-26 04:08 am (UTC)It was very IC, too. And you got the centaurs down perfectly.
Brilliant job!
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Date: 2017-04-30 08:51 pm (UTC)Planetary heartbreak notwithstanding, I had the best time that evening, and I laughed so hard so much, which was awesome.
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Date: 2017-04-29 02:12 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2017-04-30 08:49 pm (UTC)My brain wants you to know that it would love for you to buy it drinks any time you want! <3