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[deviantpath]

                        I LIKE PLAYING AGAINST TYPE.

                      debbie mitford from netflix’s mindhunter.   /  narrated by ki.

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 she  beckons  her  company  inside,   shrugging  off  her  coat  and  locking  the  deadbolt  behind  them.    the  door  to  her  apartment  opens  straight  into  a  cozy  living  room   :      original  fireplace  with  ornate  mantel  and   plush  red  couch  to  which  she  now  beckons.         ❝   well,     this  is  where  i  live  -----   please,    take  a  seat,     make  yourself  comfortable.    ❞

❝   can  i  get  you  anything  to  drink ?      water,   lemonade,   coffee,    tea .  .  .  ?  ❞  

[hisblinders]

@deviantpath asked: are you okay ? 

this would’ve annoyed the old bill. the concern in her voice, the prying.  but he’s learning to commiserate, and he’s doing it quite well.  he wants to save his marriage so he’s willing to pose as someone else:  shitty average suburban dad.  designed to appeal to neighbors, appeal to coworkers !  pretending to love barbecues, dinner parties, and bi-monthly fucks with the lights off.   

bill wonders why debbie asked.  was it his weariness or every grimace nancy made through dinner ? 

❝ i’m fine, ❞  he finally says after a gaping pause. ❝ what about you ? i know how exhausting holden can be.  ❞

[ribslit]

SOME PEOPLE VISITED LOCAL TOURIST      attractions when travelling.  landmarks,  famous restaurants,  ‘america’s largest’  what-have-yous.  jim visited bookstores.  sure,  he’d stop by an absurdly large ball of twine,  go for a hike to a mountain,  or stop by the local eatery that promised the best in whatever the cuisine of the area was,  but at the end of the day,  he always sought out the bookstores.

his trip out to viriginia was no exception.  it was work-related.  work-adjacent,  he’d call it.  a vacation he’d been told to take that he was using for work-related things.  but he’d visited the friend he’d promised to visit,  given the advice he was most certainly not being paid to give,  and now with his remaining days he was planning on actually taking some of that vacation,  properly.

now that his time was his own again,  he made his way to one of the local bookstores.  there were a few in the area,  but this one was independently owned,  housed in an old building with uneven wood floors and original patterned ceiling tiles,  and there was a large orange cat sunning itself in the window.  all good signs,  as far as jim was concerned.  he browsed the shelves absently,  drifting from poetry to literature and ending up in non-fiction.  he was reading the spines and walking when he nearly crashed directly into another patron.  jim held his hands up,  the one free of books hovering above the woman's shoulder,  prepared to steady her if needed.

“ oh !  i'm sorry, ”  he said.  “ i shouldn't be allowed to read and walk at the same time  —  are you alright ? ”

A  GOOD  MORNING  STARTER  FOR  DEVIANTPATH.