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a saga:

i’ve got a song for your playlist (i wish i could play it to you) on ao3

The logical step would be to call Bradley and tell him that he feels the exact same way. That the feeling is mutual. Has felt the exact same way for weeks. But calling Bradley would involve admitting that he was snooping through his phone when he shouldn’t have been. Besides, it’s just a playlist, Jake tells himself. A playlist that means absolutely nothing. Friends make secret playlists about each other all the time. Friends also definitely listen to songs about falling in love with each other at 3 am. 

Right?

Right.

when jake is tasked with controlling the music in the bronco, he discovers that bradley has a secret playlist about him. but what bradley doesn’t know is that jake maybe (definitely) has a playlist of his own, too.

(or the gay pining playlist fic insp. by @floydsin)

Hey guys, show me the prints of how people are coping with the Brazilian ban on twitter, my morbid curiosity beckons me

In a Walmart at three am, between beef jerky and tortilla chips, with the lights flickering above them like it’s the fucking twilight zone, Bradley wants him more than he’s ever wanted anyone.

or: it's a hundred degrees in texas.

Part 13 of my bakery “enemies” au!

“WhY COulDNT YoU HaVe BecOME a ChEEse Maker InstEAD!?!?”

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