—— ʙᴀᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.
@oilslicked.bsky.social
same shit. a different life. i'll get it right some time. ( but maybe not tonight. )
Pinned
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&&. ermmm like this for a gif starter ☝️🤓
January 22, 2026 at 6:19 AM
&&. ermmm like this for a gif starter ☝️🤓
cursory glance over his shoulder and nothing more by way of greeting. "give me some credit, mate. i'm not lookin to bankrupt yer li'l cake stand." poppyseed muffins under the first lid. he takes one and leans back against the counter, peeling back its
“will.” a voice greets. austin slips inside after doing some garden work out back, jeans and hands covered in dirt. a familiar dog trails in behind him, a toy in her maw. he grabs a stray cloth off the counter, giving his hands a quick wipe.
“you’ve come to snack me out of business, i assume?”
“you’ve come to snack me out of business, i assume?”
in @pollenkeep.bsky.social's kitchen after letting himself in, as per usual. smells like peanut brittle . . he checks under one of the cloches to see if he's right.
January 22, 2026 at 7:17 AM
cursory glance over his shoulder and nothing more by way of greeting. "give me some credit, mate. i'm not lookin to bankrupt yer li'l cake stand." poppyseed muffins under the first lid. he takes one and leans back against the counter, peeling back its
that pooch ain't hurtin a fly.
i’ll have meadow do it.
bite me.
January 22, 2026 at 6:42 AM
that pooch ain't hurtin a fly.
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no matter how hard i try, you keep pushing me aside.
January 21, 2026 at 8:26 PM
got every electric fan going, flapping a car manual at his face to combat the heat.
January 22, 2026 at 6:11 AM
got every electric fan going, flapping a car manual at his face to combat the heat.
bite me.
rude.
ancient.
January 22, 2026 at 6:03 AM
bite me.
guess i could eat. be a shame ta let all that food go to waste after the hard yakka it takes to grow em. tell ya what, i'll bring a li'l posy just to counteract the sad old man energy you got goin in yer house.
had a big harvest last week. crops are startin' to go bad. now, i ain't the best chef in the world, but i reckon i know a thing or two about cookin'. you hungry?
( the casual offer sparks the urge to preen. blows a piece of hair out of his face, slanting a hint of smirk. ) i dunno, gimme a reason to.
January 22, 2026 at 6:02 AM
guess i could eat. be a shame ta let all that food go to waste after the hard yakka it takes to grow em. tell ya what, i'll bring a li'l posy just to counteract the sad old man energy you got goin in yer house.
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𝖜hat makes this fragile world go round?
𝖜ere you ever lost? 𝖜as she ever found?
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𝖜hat makes this fragile world go round?
𝖜ere you ever lost? 𝖜as she ever found?
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January 21, 2026 at 9:46 PM
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𝖜hat makes this fragile world go round?
𝖜ere you ever lost? 𝖜as she ever found?
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𝖜hat makes this fragile world go round?
𝖜ere you ever lost? 𝖜as she ever found?
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ya can't do that ! ⠀⠀*💢
fuck you. i’m refusing service.
that don't even make sense. shit for brains.
January 22, 2026 at 4:52 AM
ya can't do that ! ⠀⠀*💢
( shootin roos. summer heat. wind slithering through needle grass. bare rifle iron sights. face distant in the field. a boy, a brother. a joey. a bullet rings —— somewhere, a dog yelps as it loses its tail. )
January 21, 2026 at 9:40 PM
( shootin roos. summer heat. wind slithering through needle grass. bare rifle iron sights. face distant in the field. a boy, a brother. a joey. a bullet rings —— somewhere, a dog yelps as it loses its tail. )
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i may think of you softly from time to time. but i'll cut off my hand before i ever reach out to you again.
January 20, 2026 at 1:31 PM
i may think of you softly from time to time. but i'll cut off my hand before i ever reach out to you again.
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. . . 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇
𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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. . . 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇
𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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October 31, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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. . . 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇
𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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. . . 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇
𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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this will help me understand him way better now .. 📝
January 21, 2026 at 9:06 PM
this will help me understand him way better now .. 📝
1. i am a genius
2. there is not a single thing i don't excel at
3. cigarettes will never hurt me
4. i know what you did
5. i don't experience withdrawal
6. i want to go swimming
2. there is not a single thing i don't excel at
3. cigarettes will never hurt me
4. i know what you did
5. i don't experience withdrawal
6. i want to go swimming
January 21, 2026 at 9:10 PM
1. i am a genius
2. there is not a single thing i don't excel at
3. cigarettes will never hurt me
4. i know what you did
5. i don't experience withdrawal
6. i want to go swimming
2. there is not a single thing i don't excel at
3. cigarettes will never hurt me
4. i know what you did
5. i don't experience withdrawal
6. i want to go swimming
i will patiently wait for your love, like the rainbow behind the clouds, waiting endless without minding time.
January 21, 2026 at 9:02 PM
will raises his arms away from the point of contact, first signs of dissent already on his lips. that's the shitty thing about letting someone know you. alexei knows he ain't gonna throw an elbow into his face . . on purpose.
but he does use the boost
but he does use the boost
calloused hands shift to rest on the shorter's waist, grasp firm, warm, and gentle. "in yer dreams, sweetheart." his grasp grows stronger as he carefully lifts william, allowing him to reach the fruit he was after. thank yoba for all that farmwork...
the trunk is smooth and forks off too high for him to hoist up. black head of hair flicks to and fro, scanning for a rock or fallen trunk in this overgrown isolated patch of countryside. "you could help by gettin' on yer hands 'n knees."
January 21, 2026 at 9:01 PM
will raises his arms away from the point of contact, first signs of dissent already on his lips. that's the shitty thing about letting someone know you. alexei knows he ain't gonna throw an elbow into his face . . on purpose.
but he does use the boost
but he does use the boost
in @pollenkeep.bsky.social's kitchen after letting himself in, as per usual. smells like peanut brittle . . he checks under one of the cloches to see if he's right.
January 21, 2026 at 8:39 PM
in @pollenkeep.bsky.social's kitchen after letting himself in, as per usual. smells like peanut brittle . . he checks under one of the cloches to see if he's right.
WALTON. GET THE FUCK OUT THE BATHROOM NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID THIRST TRAPS
January 21, 2026 at 8:35 PM
WALTON. GET THE FUCK OUT THE BATHROOM NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID THIRST TRAPS
the trunk is smooth and forks off too high for him to hoist up. black head of hair flicks to and fro, scanning for a rock or fallen trunk in this overgrown isolated patch of countryside. "you could help by gettin' on yer hands 'n knees."
smile twitching at the corners of his lips, leaning against the tree will was trying to climb, arms crossed. "looks like yer in need of some help."
target acquired. he reaches —— nada. jumping doesn't do shite. at the end of fruiting season he's too obstinate to give up on this particular citrus, so he starts looking for a foothold.
January 21, 2026 at 8:32 PM
the trunk is smooth and forks off too high for him to hoist up. black head of hair flicks to and fro, scanning for a rock or fallen trunk in this overgrown isolated patch of countryside. "you could help by gettin' on yer hands 'n knees."
he hates the feeling of being scrutinized and picked apart, but it's difficult to care when a bomb waiting to go off is dangling a few feet from his face. "best i can do is drag you to the doc's. last chance. nobody will think any less of you." smug,
it’s not an explicit challenge, but there’s a newfound interest of his psychology that urges Dillion forward, eyes boring into his unyieldingly.
“ I can handle a bit of ugly. it’s whether or not you can handle taking care of a lady not made up of metal and oil that should worry you. ” 🌸
“ I can handle a bit of ugly. it’s whether or not you can handle taking care of a lady not made up of metal and oil that should worry you. ” 🌸
"then you better bugger off then, 'cause like hell i am." will narrows black eyes at his opponent, not breaking contact as the bat exchanges hands . . except to point the weighted end straight at dillion. "i'm serious, toots. could get ugly."
January 21, 2026 at 8:27 PM
he hates the feeling of being scrutinized and picked apart, but it's difficult to care when a bomb waiting to go off is dangling a few feet from his face. "best i can do is drag you to the doc's. last chance. nobody will think any less of you." smug,
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fuck the whole entire earth .
January 21, 2026 at 2:12 PM
fuck the whole entire earth .
i can't be the only one who sees you cry.
January 21, 2026 at 8:12 PM
you already found someone to miss while i'm still standin' at the exit.
January 21, 2026 at 8:11 PM