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Danke Hobo ❤️ Egal was Brandon tut, er wird immer einen Platz in Maries Herzen haben. Sie wird zuerst verletzt sein, aber ihn als ihren Geliebten gehen lassen, wenn er ihr die Wahrheit sagt. Dies ist ein Grund, warum Chandler für diese Geschichte so wichtig ist. Er versteht Brandon am besten und versteht Marie auch. Er kann Dinge glätten. Marie wird tatsächlich ihre wahre Liebe finden, wenn nicht ihre erste Liebe.

Comsie never has to worry. What takes him a day takes me a week. What takes him a week takes me a month. What takes him a month . . . Well you get the idea. Thanks for reading and commenting Asher!

Brandon Smiling, Entry 41: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/41 has been posted. ~~~~ The Hill?

Weekly Roundup Sunday was really dull as compared to Friday and Saturday which, actually, was ok by me. I caught up on some of my reading and played with Cedric and Frank for a while. They were funny as ever and wanted to know if I’d ‘gotten the job done’ as Cedric puts it. No, I hadn’t gotten ‘the job done,’ the ‘job’ being losing my complete virginity to Marie. I know, technically, I’m not a virgin anymore with what happened with JOEseph, but, really when I look back on it, we didn’t, um,

This reminds me, I’ve added two new fans to the Cult of the Ruel. My two roomies are in love with him now. I’ll need to send this one on to them. This is a great song to dance to!

How is it that you know about the Sabbat I go to? Where is your Blackletter ‘S’?

Ah yes! The Love You/Hate You push pull! I remember it well! You exposed that very well indeed, Asher! I was riveted not knowing where this was going until the other ‘shoe’ dropped! Then I remembered . . . things. ❤️

The night is dark and full of terrors.

Brandon Smiling, Entry 40 up: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/40

Friday Um, so . . . that was fun! I think! I’m pretty sure, anyways. The dance, I mean. Things turned out pretty well, all things considered. I know! I’m just as surprised as you probably are! So, as planned, Mr. Cross picked me up and Jamie was in the car all dressed up with a blazer and everything. He was sort of my dream come true, really. Someone had managed to dress him properly and he looked, basically, good enough to eat! I had to keep myself from staring at him all the w

Uh oh! T-2000 vampire style? 😮

Time for a Ruel fanfiction, Comsie.

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Ruel: The Thanos Edition! 😝

Gives a whole new meaning to the pen being mightier than the sword.

Albert is a Mix Master . . . In a looot of ways. 😉

WARM FUZZIES SOMEMORE!!!

Oh good. I thought I was going crazy again.

“My ‘life,’ at best, is misery.” ~ Dracula

Greg?

I do what I want these days. If it looks gay or whatever, then it looks gay or whatever. If it looks ungay or whatever, then it looks ungay or whatever. When I was younger, I did gay-ish things without even knowing they were gay. It confused me that I kept being called ‘Queer’ or ‘Fag’ all the time and not in a way that was your typical boy-meets-boy-and-antlers-lock-thingie. When they called me these things it was pointed. They meant it. Later, looking back on how I used to be and dress, etc., I can see it. But at the time, I didn’t have a clue. I was just being me. Today, thankfully, I can ‘be gay’ or not without being self-conscious. I think that’s the thing. Today, more or less in this place or that place, you can be who you are whatever that may be. You have a right to say ‘Frack Off’ if someone doesn’t like how you handle yourself so long as you aren’t hurting anyone. Censuring a person for who they are is now looked down upon. It’s about time! See? It gets better!

Started work today. Next should be up soon 😊

Katrina needs a stake through the heart pretty soon.

Brian ~~~~~~~~~~~ More than this . . . there is nothing. Here I lay on this perfect marshmallow bed with the skin of my back pressed against the skin of my lover’s front. I feel his perfect, pert nipples stab me gently into my shoulder blades. I feel his strong arms around my middle and I feel the moist sponginess of his spent love against the hollow of my lower back. His cheek rests easily against the top of my head and I feel him heave with sigh after contented sigh beneath me. It