anthropophobist
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"You've got to be shitting me."
"That's not funny."
Born from an interesting conversation about Flint's rings during sex. Alternatively titled: the fellowshit of the ring, or: how the cock ring was invented.
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Five times Matt caught the thing, and one time he didn't.
“headcanon that foggy is always throwing things at matt’s head after he finds out (and matt always catches them), but once foggy throws a book at matt in the office and karen’s there so matt just lets the book hit him right in the face. foggy can’t stop laughing even when karen starts yelling at him”
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Christ, Flint thinks. He fucking hates Freetown.
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06 Jan 2021
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Thomas disliked talking much of Bethlem, but he had said enough to let James understand that good eating had not been part of his time there, and that much of what food he had been given he had been forced to bring up again. Toiling in Oglethorpe's fields had seen him filling out, but the labour had been as punishing as the food had been nourishing, so he had grown strong and hard, not pampered.
But there it was. A rounding of Thomas' stomach, soft and infinitely vulnerable, and the drop of water clinging to its apex, trembling with every breath.
Suddenly James' mouth was dry, and the only water in his world was that delicate flash of diamond on Thomas' skin.
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AKA they both grow softer and older and love each other very much and banter all day long
AKA the Mutual Belly Appreciation Fic that this fandom needs
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15 Jun 2018
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Silver is out of his chair and across the room before he knows it. He has a grip on the barkeep's shirt before he knows it, and he's pulling him up, hauling him eye-level, only to head-butt him to the ground again. The barkeep's mouth is thrown open in a wail, but there's no sound, Silver thinks, no sound at all, save for the blood rushing in his ears as he looks at the other man on the ground, watches him roll to his side with a groan.
Flint, Silver thinks, and nothing else. It beats around the knife in his gut like a drum. Flint.
And then Flint is looking at him.
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11 Apr 2018
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There were seasons divorced from the colour of the leaves, the length of the day, or the harvests sleepily ripening in the fields.
Summer lasted six months.
Autumn was stolen.
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07 Feb 2018
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Her sketches of people tended to veer into caricature with their lively emphasis of all things out of the ordinary - a large nose, a double chin, a foppish gesture -, and had thus quickly been ruled unfit for display among polite company.
Thomas encouraged her to keep a rotating selection framed on a dresser in the chamber connecting their rooms.
It was a week into their affair that Miranda first sketched James.
[for thomas/miranda/james week 2017]
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06 Feb 2018