fic-ish, 'on the separation of twins'

[metonomia]

This is the fault of

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THAT IS WHAT I AM REFERENCING OH YEAH JEREMY IRONS

<33333333 ILU ILU ILU

ALL OF THE LOVE, LASS

IT IS A BAR OF LOVE

[callowyn]

JLKSHGLKDFSG WHAT IF I KISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND JIMMY WILL THAT MAKE ME NORMAL, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, A BROTHER WHO WOULD DO THAT
AND PUNCHES ARE BETTER THAN NOTHINGGGGGGGGGGG
AND OF COURSE JACOB THINKS THEY BOTH LIKE JIMMY BEST OH GOD

WHICH DESIRE WINS

my joy cannot be contained by any weapon that we here possess

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I LOVE YOUR JIMMY ICON IT IS BEAUTIFUL. WHAT IS HE CONTEMPLATING THERE? IS IT JACOB. I THINK SO.

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[callowyn]

ILUUUUUUU

HE IS HAVING A MOMENT WHEN HE IS ALONE IN THE HOUSE AND HE FEELS THE URGE TO WALK THE 1500 MILES BETWEEN THEM IF THAT'S WHAT IT WOULD TAKE, BECAUSE MAYBE JACOB WILL STILL BE MAD BUT JIMMY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE FIGHTING OVER AND IN ANY CASE HE WANTS IT BACK NOW, BABY, HE WANTS IT BACK.

Yours is totally Jimmers checking out Jacob while he sleeps.

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AND I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 500 MORE JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOOOOSAND MILES AND WOUND UP AT YOUR DOOR.

THAT IS THEIR SONG.

Ahhh, Jimmers. It's that slightly open-mouthed pant of desire that gives him away, yeah?