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Dick stares at the tan, soundproofed wall behind the medical staff more than directly at them, while doing his best to pay more attention to the sting and the ache in the flesh of his arm, than where, and why, and when, and how he got to be sitting across at the desk.
“Did you find the exercise worth your time, Captain?”
Dick thinks about the fact he’d lived four years in a single shift, and almost laughs out loud – though not happily. “My time? Yes, sir.”
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“What?” Harry says, sputtering while he wipes the blood whisky from his mouth with a gag. “What?”
“You know what,” Lewis says, not bothering any attempt to hide the lisp of his voice. He’s not sure that Harry really does know, though; he knows that Harry’s probably seen Dracula, or Nosferatu, but he might also think that Lewis is just plain cracked.
“I knew there was a reason you never let me have any,” Harry says, kicking at the Vat69 bottle, as he wipes at his face and mouth with a dirty ball of gloves.
Lewis groans while shoving his head into his hands. He stares at the ground, waiting... and waiting, but Harry doesn’t do more than continue to make disgusted noises in front of him. “Why aren’t you off to get a pitchfork and mob?”
“Too tired, honestly,” Harry says, while throwing the gloves into the back of the foxhole. “I can’t run through the snow.”
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“He spoke of you, as well,” Dick lies, tightly, forcing himself to look Kathy in the face with a smile. “And Dorothy.”
“Dorothy, yes, a bit of a joke,” Kathy smiles up at Dick, then seems to remember herself when he doesn’t understand. “An in-joke,” she amends, quietly, seeming to feel awkward, all of a sudden losing her confidence with a slight shift on her feet. “We’re up to Salem with Carol. I was hoping, actually, to extend an invitation to come visit.”
Dick nods with a drop of his head, vaguely recognizing the name. “Carol is your sister, right?”
“Yes, my…” Kathy goes silent for a pair of beats, before she furrows her brows with a different sort of peer up at Dick. She holds it for a few beats, until her face smooths into a startlingly more bland, emotionless smile. “My sister. You can let Lewis know I stopped by?”
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“So tell me then,” the shapeshifter says, voice dropping into a whine. "What gave it away?"
Dick clenches his jaw hard while he tightens his grip on the knife. “He’s never polite before noon, firstly, he’s got a muscle tick in his left eyebrow, secondly, and he never asks me if we’re going to go, he just says so,” he says, hearing his voice growing louder, the back of his throat tightening up, as emotion threatens to break it. “And he wouldn’t kiss me.”
“He wouldn’t – ?” The shapeshifter pants, “You serious? Fuck.” They start to laugh more croaking noises. “He definitely thinks about it enough that it seemed like he did it for real.”
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“Nix?” Dick says, jumping from the jeep, immediately on alert with his eyes moving behind Lewis before setting onto his face. “Something wrong?”
Lewis waves a hand toward the jeep, urging Dick to get back in, as he throws his rucksack in the back. “You forgot me.”
Dick furrows his brow, eyes following and bewildered while Lewis jumps in the jeep. “What?” He says, then turns bodily when Lewis moves to get in the back. “What happened to heading to England?”
“Slipped my mind you’d never been to Paris,” Lewis says, smirking some, then gesturing forward with a spin of fingers at the open door until Dick climbs in front. “You need a guide.”
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Greg laughs awkwardly, a familiar reaction to calling him out on his shit. “But I was uh, just…” He pauses, then raises his brows, imploring, “Really into you just touching me and telling me I was being, you know, good? And, and the collar. Obviously.”
Obviously. He’s only mentioned it about thirty times.
Tom quirks one of his own brows at the sincerity, a throb southward that has him set his heels and lean back in his chair with a low creak of metal.
“Or, um,” Greg stutters, wetting his lips while his eyes darting markedly downward at Tom’s lap. “Hey, you could, like, tell me what to do? And then I do it?”
“I wish, Greg, I could, but I’ve accepted you’re a wildcard in that respect,” Tom says, pretending at discontent, setting his chin atop his knuckles with a low tut. “However burning and bitter, as the finest battery acid, that acceptance has been to swallow.”
“Well, I know, I – ” Greg pauses, moping briefly, but then his eyes get big and round, as his mouth twists into this frankly incredible little grin. “Are you like making me beg on purpose?”
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“You just don’t…” Tom falls quiet for a beat, staring at some middle distance through the windows behind Greg. He looks at Greg, again, something awful and resigned in his eyes. “Maybe, she’s right, I should be grown up about it. I’m on the other side of fucking forty. I don’t have a wife, or kids, or – or… shit, I’ve never even had a real house.”
“Is not having any of that so bad?” The words escape from Greg’s throat not entirely with his permission. He looks down at his hands, as he uneasily cracks the knuckle of his ring finger.
Tom is quiet for a long few moments, then his voice returns with a croak. “Greg, you can’t say that to me.”
“Why?” Greg asks, barely above a rasp himself.
“Because you don’t – ” Tom pauses, then takes a shaky breath, his next words even less distinct. “D-Do you?”
Greg lifts his shoulders weakly and gestures around them at the cramped galley slash pilothouse slash living room of the boat – their boat.
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.tv/FirstOrder by ezlebe
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
07 Dec 2018
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Not Just Something You Read in Teen Vogue by neglectedtuesday for steviekat
Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)
29 Jun 2022
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“I just,” Tom continues, gesturing in Greg’s direction, “want to understand it all. You, specifically. I want to understand you.”
Greg chews another piece of sashimi, wondering what path to take here. It’s a complicated knot to untangle, only ever referring to yourself as a man out of obligation and politeness. He’s not had much cause to question it, has only ever considered gender in an abstract way, and now finds himself rather ambivalent about the whole thing. Gender: No? Gender: He/Him in the same way you refer to most dogs as a good boy? At this point in his life, gender: businessperson, but in previous iterations, gender: stoner?
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29 Sep 2022
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I've read this over about seven times, so legally I have to rec; the note asks for outfits, but the last one is perfect and always in the back of my mind.
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Greg follows a rabbit down a thought hole in thinking that sometimes Tom is like hot oil, a flash in the pan, a quick sizzle of a burn. Maybe if Greg pays attention, he will be crispy and deliciously fried instead of burnt.
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19 Nov 2021
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If the Long Halloween was a tumultuous Succession romance, exclusively in the sense that it is centered around holidays and is also Choice.
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“Well, well,” says a cool voice from the sidewalk. Johnny squints against the sunlight, and smiles at last: it’s a slim, dark-haired figure, leaning against Johnny’s Cadillac, hands tucked into the pockets of his ill-fitting suit.
“LaRusso,” he says. “Keep following a guy around like this, he might start to get ideas about calling the cops.”
“I knew you stooped low, Johnny Lawrence,” says LaRusso, “but I didn’t know you stooped this low.”
“A guy’s gotta make an honest living somehow,” says Johnny pleasantly.
“Really,” says LaRusso. “Well, I ever see a guy living honest, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
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you were there, chasing planets on my forehead by deadlight_s (scamsHan)
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti)
16 Sep 2020
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Richie Tozier is 10 years old the first time he dreams of the storm. A purple sky is cracked open above him, bolts of lightning striking at his feet.
Richie Tozier Chases Storms. That's what he feels he was put on earth to do. However, there are times when chasing one thing becomes running from something else.
What happens when he finally gets caught?
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“It began as a thought experiment,” said Gilfoyle, “But after some consideration it became clear to me that it’s the best solution."
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08 Jun 2018
Bookmarker's Notes
They’re both so well characterized in their pining, particularly Gilfoyle.