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i'm  having  visions  manifesting  us  in  time.

[excommune]

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[lifeinpoetry]

I want him to suffer as I have suffered. I think I could fit the sky inside the hole he made in me.

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “A Woman Surveys a Treacherous Mountain Pass,” published in Nailed Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

[excommune]

sneaky self promo time: @warstorys. its a frank castle blog

[lovedirges-blog]

billy: does, All That, to dinah billy stans: but she used him!

[spellofwinter-deactivated202605]

[inabikari]

What are you hiding under there?

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thymocosm‌:

for what it’s worth, garcia’s immune system is a force of nature all on its own - and if this is the bug she thinks it is, she had it two weeks ago. reason to believe she’s safe. ( and, well. if she’s not, he’ll just have to make it up to her when he’s better. )

‘ uh, obviously. ’ to being awesome, that is. she’s going to ignore those lines, too; odds are high he’s too out of it to mean them, anyway. less flippant, moving toward the bathroom: ‘ thank me when you’re better, handsome. sweet-talking me isn’t gonna get you anywhere. ’

truth is that the lines are tired and not actually good enough for penelope. so he is too out of it to mean them, but not because he doesn’t like her. he has better lines for when he’s not sick. he stretches and follows her to the bathroom, hovering in the doorway, because the least he can do is keep her company. or something. ( he’s going to buy her flowers when he’s better. nothing flashy, just something colorful. ) nose buried in the tea: “ i am not on top form anyway. ”

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thymocosm‌:

‘ mm. ’ the spidery length of jasper’s forefinger traces idle patterns over the bare stretches of skin making up fenrir’s stomach, mapping the ridges and dips over and between his ribs. nowhere in particular to go or be but here, for now, and - all this time, they’ve still not tired of touching and being close. ‘ sounds like fun. ’ ( if nothing else, they like it here. )

he shivers anyway, spine arching, his jewellery and fetters tinkling gently as he does. it’s - not not a little thanks for the bellyrubs, and nobody else gets this kind of stretchy, pathetic responsiveness. appreciative of that, of fun: “ some don’t realise how sharp your teeth are. ”

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thymocosm‌:

absently: ‘ a while. ’ it seems a bit of a stupid question to ask, all told - but maybe it’s just a very human question. jasper’s a great deal more interested than the what and the why and the who than the when or the how long. ‘ sorry. ’ they’re not, exactly. ‘ i knew the guy who lived here. ’ sort of.

percy’s shoulders don’t tighten, exactly, but they draw in; where before they had been freely, almost casually doing the work, whenever someone related to the deceased - however that relation goes - is in the room, their demeanour necessarily shifts. “ not to worry. ” percy doesn’t provide condolences automatically. they don’t look very bereaved. there’s also no way of hiding the body stain where he lay on the carpet and went unremarked upon for some time. “ i’m percy palmer. as per the van. ” the one out front that reads palmer bioclean: discreet licensed trauma cleaning, crime scene clean up and biohazard disposal services. “ did you know him well ? ”

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thymocosm‌:

‘ - i mean, nothing. ’ casey coaxes the mug in between her palms, then pauses, watching the light play off the surface of the tea. ‘ like, conceptually. i guess it depends how - you define that, though? ’ a beat. ‘ people are gonna - do things, anyway. maybe, um - that can’t be easy unless you decide it is. ’

thomas’ elbow digs into arm of his chair, knuckles curled over and his face squished into them. casey talks, and his mouth twists into a firmly fond smile, eyes crinkled at the edges. “ that would be the grown up way of looking at things, yes. ” he remembers being that old when he was her age. which - he thinks only makes sense if you’ve gone through particular things. old-ish souls don’t spring fully formed out of the ground. “ sometimes it would be nice to live in a bubble until we’re ready to come out of it. life isn’t often like that, though. ”

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thymocosm‌:

happy. in between permanent solutions to temporary problems and things tossed over the edge of southwark bridge, he knows better than to think that word’s one that fits. ( alice - doesn’t get happy. gets big as a mountain with something swelling that threatens the seams of her body, but - dangerous, like that, it can’t be called happy. ) 

a better - which is to say, more pertinent - question: ‘ is that what you want? ’

“ closest thing to it, yeah. ” alice, with her immaculate apartment, with her exquisite taste, alice who rarely if ever has a hair out of place. on the other hand, john hasn’t owned a bed frame since the separation. ( until this, though. here. there’s a bed frame. for them. ) he reaches for her, echoes himself when he turns his knuckles against her wind-chafed cheek. his fingers turn and her cups her face. “ since we’re doing this. ”

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feet dangling off the concrete wall, boots thumping against brick. “ whatever you're going to say, the answer is nnno. ”

@rekant / for dirk / sc.

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eyes wide, fingers twisting a little quick to be distinct, but their point gets across: « what’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here ? »

@fosilized / for rin / sc.

[excommune]

you need a big god. big enough to hold your love. marcus keane / loved by dmitry / est 2016 and rebooted 2018.

[lovedirges-blog]

henlo im moving house this month and if i can be found on tunglr at all - i have a lot to do to prep for the house move - it will be in @excommune becus i love him. please kiss my old man priest. thanks

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I dont want to party I want my Wife

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thymocosm‌:

sometimes. most times. their memory is just about as hazy as fenrir’s, for all the round and round it goes - but as far as jasper’s concerned, what came before isn’t nearly as important as what comes after. what they do now. what they make of this interminable, hungry life they have. ( and they’ve been so hungry. sometimes they think about prying his ribs open to eat the thundering heart out of him instead. ) ‘ there’s no river here, ’ jasper murmurs, in place of that unkind thing, kneading their brow somewhere into fenrir’s muscle and bone, settling, promising. ‘ but i would. ’ they always would.

a content rumble. he, too, carries all those quiet not-quite-secret urges, to harry and hound; the scent of jasper is something he wants to follow, to bear down on and have, to consume. ( they do the next best thing, make meals out of each other in other ways, and fenrir - oh, if anyone, anything was going to pick fenrir apart before his time, he would let jasper do it. ) “ fuck the gods, ” fenrir murmurs, half a relieved answer to their promise, and, more than that, more like, “ maybe next time they want the end of everything we can crack their plans in half. ”