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Jay, the enigma wrapped in a dental degree 🤣

He took one look at Sant and immediately abandoned the Hippocratic Oath in favor of “romantic pursuit with extreme persistence.” His whole vibe is, “I will fix your cavities and your love life, whether you like it or not.”

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: The Unhinged Rom-Com We Deserve

Sant’s wardrobe? A pastry chef’s fever dream. This man dresses like a dessert menu, and I’m genuinely unsure if his cardigans are FDA-approved.

Then there’s “Jway” (deep sigh). The dentist who clocked Sant once and decided to fix his cavities and his love life—unprompted. He acts chill, but please—he’s about as subtle as a root canal.

Poon? Comedy royalty. Only a legend can livestream their own butt cramp and make it entertainment.

And Sant’s lottery near-miss? The universe basically told him “so close, yet so broke.”

This show is sugar, chaos, and dental drama in the best way. If real dentists were this exciting, I’d be booking weekly cleanings.

You’re channeling full Megan Thee Stallion x Sukihana x BL fandom energy and I am HERE for it 🤣

Mond’s not safe.
Not from sunlight.
Not from stakes.
And CERTAINLY not from Loubug in heat, tits up and ten seconds from speaking in tongues.

And when the cheeks harmonize—that’s when a ship goes canon.

How Great Thou Art… From the Back
When Mark lays pipe with holy might,
And Tong doth arch like blessed art
I fall upon my knees (again)
To praise that sacred vampire part.

Amazing drip, how sweet the slide,
Delivered me to thirst divine—
I came, I wept, I saw the light,
All thanks to Mark’s unholy spine.

Lustians 6:9
Let us not grow weary in thirsting, for in due time, Daddy Mark shall reap that which he hath sown… preferably with his shirt off and sweat glistening like the Holy Spirit at a pride parade.

And lo, Tong cried out, “I am but a vessel!”
To which Mark replied, “Then let me fill thee.”

Spankmen.

Popcorn for the drama, wet wipes for the aftermath, and poppers for when the plot goes real deep, real fast.

Honestly?
Auntie Wan is proud. Mark is trembling. Tong is leaking.
And the fandom?
We’ve ascended.

Follow-up scripture?

Second Lube-mentations 3:16
“When the flesh is weak, and the pants are tighter than morality allows, lo—Daddy Mark shall part the thighs like the Red Sea and enter unto thee with great… plot development.”

And the people cried:
“Garlic Butter, Garlic Butter!”
For it was slippery, sacred, and consensually safe.

I—I’m spiritually slain.
Cockrinthians 10:13 needs to be embroidered on a throw pillow and placed on Auntie Wan’s floral sofa immediately.

As it should, bestie—bad decisions and low-rise jeans are the true pillars of BL theology.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… and simped.

Amen—eternally damned, but seated VIP in Vampire Heaven with front-row seats to the MarkTong slow-burn.

Thirstalonians 4:20
Verily, he rose at midnight and whispered, “Take, eat—this is my body, marinated in garlic butter and sinful thoughts.”
Let not thy loins be troubled, for the Lord thy Dom is firm, thick, and emotionally unavailable.

And Auntie Wan sayeth: “Deliver us not from temptation, but directly into the backseat of a tinted car with bad decisions and low-rise jeans.”

Yay, though thou thirst, thou shalt be quenched.
In drizzle we trust.

Spankmen.

🤣🤣🤣😇I am on the FLOOR—not Galatians turned into Gay-latians.

Book of Drizzle, Chapter 3, Verse 69:
And lo, Tong did say unto Mark, “Take of me, for I am the snack and the sacrifice.”
And Mark did taste, and saw that it was good—
Sticky, but good.

Thou shalt not covet thy vampire’s boyfriend,
Unless he’s shirtless, brooding, and smells like moral conflict.
Auntie Wan saith unto the thirsty: “Be fruitful and multiply… the tension.”

Blessed are the blue-balled, for they shall inherit the aftercare.
And on the seventh day, they did not rest—
For the bed was small, the sweat was plentiful, and the lube was preordained.

In the name of the Bite, the Body, and the Holy Bottom.
Slaymen.

Bestie, this is blasphemy with a literary degree and I am howling.

Is this a sermon or a sacrament of the sacred splash?

Because if the congregation’s kneeling and mouths are open, I fear we’ve left Mass and entered MarkTong’s Golden Hour: Deluxe Wet Edition.

Holy water? No babe— that’s Tong’s divine drizzle.
Amen and… hydrate.

This isn’t a comeback—this is a softcore spiritual revival. 💅✨

Auntie’s in the bushes like:
“Give me Euphoria lighting with Brokeback tension—don’t be shy, touch something.”

She brought the rosé, the ring light, and no morals.