In His Wag Era.

in his wag era.

This is a post called Roger and Rafa don't know how to high-five

Matteo Berrettini celebrates with Jannik Sinner following his win against Boric Van de Zandschulp of the Netherlands

(or, lovers embrace as a soldier returns home from war, colorized)

That's 235 words written tonight - and the fic plotted through to the end. I was hoping to get the fic finished tonight but I'm honestly exhausted after moving and my brain is fried.

I've managed to get the line I really wanted to get into the fic (“Guys, it’s 3am can we please pick a language and stick to it? Preferably one we all speak!”), and Jannik's conscious again so I'm getting there. Probably only another couple hundred words and it'll be done.

Fingers crossed for finishing tomorrow - although I do want to get the kitchen sorted, I can't currently get to the fridge freezer or the oven which is... somewhat problematic.

tell me why u follow me on anon

i am so baffled why y'all follow my shit blog. explain please.

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