Space_Spark
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- They Might Be Giants (Band) (5)
- Slow Horses (TV) (2)
- The Pitt (TV) (2)
- Slough House - Mick Herron (1)
- Ted Lasso (TV) (1)
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He wanted to destroy Roy. That’s what he wanted, that’s what he saw (Jamie’s mind’s eye had always been sharper than he’d let on)—Roy under him, Roy beaten to a pulp—but his anger, his fucking stupidity, took the reins, and he found his imagined self on the ground, breathing in the stark, pebbly stench of candy-green turf, fists clenched helplessly into it as a fist dug into his back, another fist into his hair, a knee into his…he could feel the heat growing as he stopped punching and instead steeled himself against the blue (now angry red) walls of the locker, envisioning just what he wanted within.
Fuck me, Roy.
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IOW—Jamie wants Roy to fight him, and goes through drastic measures (or, in more vulgar language, fucking his stuff) to ensure it happens. But as time goes on, it becomes clearer and clearer that Roy won’t fight Jamie, rather, do something more cruel and unusual that will alter their relationship forever.
Or, in Ted's words, make Jamie the James to Roy's Helen.
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Three universes in which Jane Flansburgh and Jane Linnell share their hobbies with each other, as well as their true feelings. Two loves end in rejection, one doesn’t.
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2. Cat adoption
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John Linnell and John Flansburgh only meet in the mysterious field that separates life and death, where the passage of time is malleable and flowers bloom when they touch.
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After a procedure, Cassie finds herself so impressed by Victoria's masterful work on the patient that she accidentally lets a nickname slip that is supposed to be reserved for the bedroom.
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Mel wrung her hands together repeatedly. “The glass bottle was roughly twelve inches in length and five inches in circumference. I can't imagine,” she began slowly, “not only the physicality, but the mental willpower needed to control such an object inside of the body. Any wrong movement could lead to disaster. Which it did. With that kind of pressure, it's no wonder our patient passed out…and when he hit the ground, the precarious frailty never stood a chance…”
Trinity felt a smug grin stretch across her face. Before she could stop herself, four dangerous words left her lips. “I could've taken it.”
Mel had long been accustomed to Trinity’s shenanigans by now, but the comment seemed to take her a second to process. She blinked. “Pardon?”
“I said…” Trinity instantly knew she had to double down—what other choice did she have? “I could've taken it.”