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IMPORTANT.
Everything before this is from before the reboot and therefore null and void. Thanks! -
Stand back, citizens:
Edward Morgan Blake (that's me, for the less intelligent of you -- and yeah, I know my name sounds like a pirate's) has finished his Macedonia project. Are you shocked? Well that's because you underestimated me, you stupid bastard.
And no, Adrian didn't do it. -
Just to clear some shit up.
(( and because I wanted to use this icon ))
I do not have a toast kink. I have a healthy appreciation for God's gift to man, sliced bread that has been browned by exposure to dry heat ("toasted"). It has nothing to do with my sex life (which is even better than toast), thanks, and I would not choose toast over sex.
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viva la toast
Chronologically, this takes place after this and before this. My brain is insisting that this and the one that follows it have taken place on different days. I guess I am going to go ahead and agree with it? I don't know.
( In which Eddie and Adrian wake up (literally, not figuratively), make out, and talk about the future. And toast revolutions. Oh, and shopping. ) -
Um. Guys?
...Anyone seen Mr. Muller? -
Eddie's Playlist Part Two: Like/Lust/Love
That's right, I did another one. I know, I need a life.
I tried to stay out of emo territory, and while I don't think Eddie regularly listens to some of these (mainly Fall Out Boy), my Eddie does have a taste for music (anyone notice his humming?), so who knows?
( Maybe a bit about Life, too. ) -
THIS IS A POST FROM THE FUTURE, AS EDDIE IS STILL IN VEGAS. SHHH.
After Las Vegas, before meeting everyone back at school and this.
( Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought )
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