Spoilers for S2S1

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I dunno, I think the recipient may have some things to say to this…

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So this just happened.

galacticdrift:

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My sincerest apologies to the random dude that I just French dipped in public and then proceeded to make a comic about.

IT’S LIKE ONE OF MY JAPANESE ANIMES.

CAN I START SHIPPING THEM NOW!??!?

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…. my hand slipped?…

Oh my god.

imagine your otp

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omfg it just keeps getting better when is the novel coming out do I get royalties

every time I see this post my brain whispers Jack and Eugene and it makes me smile

it would be some kind of totally-normal-life AU where the worst thing that happens is just that J and E come from vastly different backgrounds

Phoebe

PHOEBE

noooooo…

“So when’s the wedding,” some guy wearing the most regrettable shirt — lavender, Taylor Swift, v-neck, — Eugene’s ever seen hollers from the other side of the street and the guy he’s still, well, cradling in his arms goes redder than his hair.

“Sorry, sorry, I swear I’m going to murder him just as soon as—” he squirms and lurches forward without much success, and Eugene must be more jetlagged than he thought because it takes way, way too long to realize what he’s trying to do.

“Oh, God. Sorry,” he tips him back upright and jogs back half a step before he can give into a strange, half-formed urge to brush off the guy’s shoulders like he might have gotten dusty from tripping and falling.

“No, don’t apologize,” the guy scruffs his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and lets out this little, awkward chuckle. “Getting a face full of pavement would have been worse. I like my skin where it is.”

“Then I’m glad—” he starts, except suddenly there’s a tight grip on his wrist and he’s being hauled forward against the guy’s chest and—

There’s a blast of horn and he looks back just in time to see the taxi cab go screaming through the crosswalk behind him, close enough that the breeze rustles his jacket.

“Guess the light must have changed,” the guy says, apologetic, and uncurls his arm from around Eugene’s back.

“Get a room,” Taylor Swift Shirt shouts from where he’s still watching them, and Eugene can’t decide whether he wants to duck into a sewer grate or ask the guy still practically holding his hand whether he wants to go indoors somewhere, away from traffic, and maybe get a drink.

It occurs that I have not shared with you dudes my current favourite Radio Boyfriends song. Obviously, this must be immediately remedied.

And no, it is not co-incidence that you have seen this song’s direct counterpart show up on another mix recently…

Oh hey I wrote some radio boyfriends porn for the kink meme. What else is new right?

The Honey Bees Will Buzz Subtly as the ‘B’ in Subtlety

Eugene said one of the things he misses is honey. So when he and Jack find some, they indulge and have some fun.

This could technically be read as a sequel to that other post SM1-3 story I wrote a little while ago. Or not. Up to you. 

Title from this silly little song. Tonally inappropriate but adorable!

Reminder for the morning crowd that I’m taking radio bfs prompts today in anticipation of a glorious post-election May long. Send me an ask with and AU suggestion and I’ll tell you how they met.

I have projects (both work and fic) I should be focusing my attentions on…

So instead I wrote some Eugene Woods, Bookseller AU for the kink meme.

You’re welcome.

In Our Bedroom After the War

Jack and Eugene, post SM1-3. 

In which there is a reunion, and Jack lives up to his TV Tropes page designation as “innocently insensitive.”

Thiswas originally going to have slightly different dialogue in one spot and then Kas posted this and I pretty much couldn’t write anything else. So hat tip to you, Thewondersmith.

All the living are dead and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning

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A fanmix for Eugene Woods, post season one.

Uploaded at the request of some nice internet people, with a couple of track suggestions courtesy of Galacticdrift and Thewondersmith. No fancy graphics (because ha ha ha they would be hideous), just 10 depressing — and mostly Canadian — tracks.

1. Of Space and Time // City and Colour

Well I tend to forget about you and I

And our fight to survive through this thunderous life 

When we’re not side by side

2. Heart of the Continent // John K. Samson

As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, 

Just another door that won’t open for me anymore

3. Putting the Dog to Sleep // Antlers

Prove to me I’m not gonna die alone

4. Jesus Christ // Brand New

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

5. Love Love Love // The Mountain Goats

Now we see things as in a mirror dimly

Then we shall see each other face

To face

6. Without Mythologies // The Weakerthans 

You said “True meaning would be dying with you”

And though I wanted to, I did not smile

7. Continuous Thunder // The Japandroids

If i had all of the answers

And you had the body you wanted

Would we love with a legendary fire?

8. Black Heart // Hey Rosetta

I jump high! talk loud! and listen? I’m always listening!

Cause he built his throne from my bones and skin

9. In Our Bedroom After the War // Stars

If the night comes, and the night will come

Well at least the war is over

10. It Happens in Florida // The Burning Hell

Love, it’s like a hurricane:

It happens in Florida, it gets into everything

Since Emma and Kas are already doing the suckerpunch with music thing (that Mountain Goats song was IN NO WAY OKAY), I feel like I should share something from my own personal Post-M23 Eugene feels playlist.

Trope 3

I don’t even know what this is, but if anything I have ever written meets the definition of a PWP it’s this. Also, I don’t think this is what my Trope Bingo card actually meant by this prompt.

Food Porn

In which there is dirty talk about getting breakfast. Yup, actually. Radio boyfriends, no spoilers. 

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