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So the incomparable galacticproportions, who is not on Tumblr, saw my post about old married sex, and wrote me a gift fic about it, a Stormpilot one, and I am so excited I am attempting to coherently tell you about it even though I am so doped up on Benadryl I keep forgetting what I’m doing.
It’s real good. It’s real sweet smut. it’s the good stuff. I left an incoherent comment on it that i had to abandon while my niece stuffed raisins down her pants. I am back to rereading it now but I am so high that it’s highly likely tomorrow I’m going to see this post and realize, like, oh, I forgot to put in a link to the thing, or the paragraphs of text I so vividly recall composing are just the word “duck” over and over, sorry in advance if that’s the case.
But this is really a good and you should Read It.
Fuck where did I put the tab it was in. Hang on.
Nope that link is the post of mine. Nope. Hang on. HERE IT IS:
Finishing Each Other’s Sentences, by galacticproportions.
The shadowed places just outside the periphery of the bonfire are already claimed, and by the time they can be sure of not tripping over anyone else the trees are thick above them, only a few shards of doubled moonlight making it all the way to the ground. One of them catches the high spots on Finn’s face and Poe thinks he might die of beauty.
hunghhh you guys it’s so gooooood.
So the incomparable galacticproportions, who is not on Tumblr, saw my post about old married sex, and wrote me a gift fic about it, a Stormpilot one, and I am so excited I am attempting to coherently tell you about it even though I am so doped up on Benadryl I keep forgetting what I’m doing.
It’s real good. It’s real sweet smut. it’s the good stuff. I left an incoherent comment on it that i had to abandon while my niece stuffed raisins down her pants. I am back to rereading it now but I am so high that it’s highly likely tomorrow I’m going to see this post and realize, like, oh, I forgot to put in a link to the thing, or the paragraphs of text I so vividly recall composing are just the word “duck” over and over, sorry in advance if that’s the case.
But this is really a good and you should Read It.
Fuck where did I put the tab it was in. Hang on.
Nope that link is the post of mine. Nope. Hang on. HERE IT IS:
Finishing Each Other’s Sentences, by galacticproportions.
The shadowed places just outside the periphery of the bonfire are already claimed, and by the time they can be sure of not tripping over anyone else the trees are thick above them, only a few shards of doubled moonlight making it all the way to the ground. One of them catches the high spots on Finn’s face and Poe thinks he might die of beauty.
hunghhh you guys it’s so gooooood.
