#cell mates

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Morfydd Clark ‘Cell Mates’ After Party, London  December 2017 ◼ Morfydd Daily

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As we crawled through the traffic along the Old Brompton Road, Rik, in response to some casual - anyway, it certainly wasn't probing - question of mine about his evident delight in acting, where did he think it came from? that sort of thing, went into an intense, introspective monologue. The burden of it was that he could get through life only by pretending to be other people. He ended with an abruptly fatalistic declaration that sometimes in private - even completely in private and on his own - he seemed to be pretending to be Rik Mayall. I couldn't help wondering who Rik Mayall was pretending to be when telling me about only pretending to be Rik Mayall. When I glanced at him from time to time during the rest of the journey - he always sat absolutely upright, a can of lager in his hand, on the fold-up seat across from me - he was staring straight ahead, smiling his famous Rik Mayall smile. Actually, there was something oddly bewildered about both the stare and the smile, as if for once he'd been ambushed by confusion and was meeting it with an automatic attempt at performance, without knowing quite what to perform. When we got to the bar at the Halcyon, he simply turned into a chap who was desperate for a pee.

Simon Gray, Fat Chance

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A gift for @shnuggletea! I finally finished reading the first part of Cell Mates Part 1, and wanted to draw something! There’s so many great moments in that fic it was very hard to choose. But I decided to draw the moment when I first fell in love with this fic, from Chapter 3.

No longer caring, because no way in hell he didn't know she was crying now, she let the sobs release from her chest. It felt like they ripped from her soul, taking little pieces of her with them as they flew out into the darkness. When she was done, she would be numb and Kagome was fine with that.

That is until the bed shifted and squeaked with new weight in it.

She didn't even question it or pull away as Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to his chest. He muttered something that sounded like 'god damn humanity' and held her a little tighter. It helped somehow. Maybe it was the humanity of the action? Finally, feeling some sense of human connection? It was surprising how much she missed it, just needing a drop of kindness her way to survive any longer. And Inuyasha gave her a cup full instead of just a drop.

[megfanfics]

Hi! I'm looking for a Bucky x reader where bucky and the reader are cell mates and dont talk much becasue he cant remember. He gets taken out and brought back injured, but he protects her when hydra agents come to take her Hopefully you can find it!! Thank you!!

Alright guys! We have our first search. It seems familiar. I have a few questions that will hopefully make it easier to find. Is it more Bucky or Winter Soldier? And was it a series? Or one shot?

If anyone knows or has a hunch, please comment below! I’ll be searching myself. Let’s work together to find that Bucky fic! :)

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Cell Mates

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After the show I went backstage, went into Rik's dressing room, stood looking at him. He stood looking at me, half-dressed, a drink in his hand. "What's the matter?" he said. "Wasn't it all right? Wasn't I alright?" I burst into tears. I hadn't known I was going to, so that even in my crying I was as shocked as Rik. But he was only briefly shocked. He took me in his arms and kind of rocked me, swaying me about, murmuring gently, "But I didn't know you cried, you're the one who never cries, but you cry now, you cry" - his tenderness made me cry more, of course. I imagine I was having a mini-breakdown, but it was his face that had done it, so beseechingly enquiring whether it was all right, whether he was all right - this man who'd worked so devotedly with the 'Stevie' he though he knew and knew he loved, who had given himself over with such passionate completeness to [his character] Sean Bourke that he sometimes referred to himself, without thinking, as Sean, who had been betrayed every night on stage by Stephen's Blake, and then betrayed by Stephen himself, who'd acted with an understudy for ten performances while in emotional shock - had asked me whether 'it was all right', whether 'he was all right' - that's what did the trick, that's what tipped me over.

Simon Gray, Fat Chance