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❛    this is the PERFUME COUNTER, sir.  ––––––    maybe you should try on a scent called ‘ P A T H E T I C . ‘ ❜

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❛     ––– the trout was the biggest i’d caught in a HOT MINUTE, diane. how beautiful it was, with it’s vividly colored scales &. delicacy –– A TRUE BLESSING !! normally a trout like that, i would take home with me. but in that moment, diane, i felt that it would be a CRIME to the WORLD to not let him go. NATURE, diane, yes, nature –– ❜ he cuts himself off once he looks up, realizing a stranger had been there for well, who knew how long. his excitement, however, isn’t challenged. he holds the tape recorder closer to his lips whilst maintaining PERFECT eye contact with the man, addressing his last thoughts to his secretary of the bureau:

❛     NATURE, diane, ❜ he proceeds, 

❛    ––– is a force that man has reckoned with for a millennia. however, i believe it is man’s DUTY to CHERISH it. ❜ his thumb presses against the ‘record’ button, alas, finishing his thought before extending an arm. 

❛     federal bureau of investigation, special agent DALE COOPER, sir. ❜

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@lechercus | x.

                         ‘ pardon me - do you have a light? ‘ 

                         ( she shimmers with the GLAMOUR of a bygone era. engraved cigarette case is produced, GLEAMING silver, from the purse at her elbow. blonde hair perfectly coiffed, pearls about her throat nearly as white as her infatuating smile, she’s a DREAM in the dim light. bright gaze is steadily trained on the other, only observing another quite unlike those she normally surrounded herself with. the smile that follows murmured inquiry is naturally ALLURING though she was simply being polite. )

[descantiques]

@lechercus replied to your post: hands off the jacket thats his bisexual jacket that is

where is david’s gay equivalent what is the gay version of the Bisexual Leather Jacket™??? maybe if he had his own look he wouldn’t want stu’s so bad. (who are we kidding tho, he’d want it just bc it has been closer to stu’s body than he’ll ever get)

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💞 {{ what don does best

kiss meme

💞  - an awkward kiss

He’s never been very good at kisses. It doesn’t seem to come as naturally to him as it does to everyone else. So when Don leans in to close the gap between Stuart’s lips and his own, his nose bumps against the other boy’s near painfully, and he pulls away with a soft “oof” and a mumbled “Shit, sorry. Can we try again?”

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@lechercus replied to your post

man pos is fully delusional, dakin making the first move, ha

TRULY THO!!! like david my man do u even hear urself??? do u ??????

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💤 {{WHOOPSIE

send for 1 sleepy posner

He’d HATE himself, if he were awake to do so. 

He was lucky enough to manage securing a (reluctant) invite to a study night in Dakin’s dorm. He had been terribly PLEASED with himself over it, too. A few friends had planned an evening of textbooks and takeaway, but it seems that the weather has soured the excitement of all the other boys, much to David’s delight, and Stuart’s dismay; they’re the only two in attendance. Though not altogether tossed out, David was made to understand in Stuart’s manner that he was not to get too comfortable, and that the bed was OFF LIMITS, even as Stuart sat down on it.

And yet the powers that be seem to have realized they’d given him more than his fair share of small satisfactions, and he is now beset with an insurmountable  f a t i g u e . He hasn’t been taking care of himself, and even though he has no intention of any serious studying with Dakin to distract him, he’s been hitting the books hard the last few days. Did he sleep last night? Maybe not, but he’d gotten through his lectures well enough. He’d thought he could make it through the nigh just as admirably.

When it comes to it, though, he doesn’t even get to enjoy his personal rendez-vous. His eyes can’t seem to stay open, and he thinks he’s actually starting to black out for a few seconds here and there. Stuart is explaining whatever new thing his professor is doing that he finds HORRIBLY UNFAIR when David finally gets just a touch too cozy, hearing the drum of the rain outside, leaning against the side of the bed, and finally dozes off, his body pressed against the leg hanging over the edge of the mattress, his head on Stuart’s knee.

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[ sms;; Posner ] I think I'm really sick.

emergency text starters

[ sms;; Stuart Dakin ] Sick? Sick how? 

That’s a respectable, average question that shows the appropriate amount of investment a friend should have in Dakin’s being ill, he thinks. The first draft of his text read a little closer to “What’s wrong? Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital? Should I come round?” and the second was a studied, dispassionate “Why are you telling me this?” David thinks he’s struck a TASTEFUL balance in the third, his brief, bland reply. 

Still, he is worried. David isn’t exactly Stuart’s best mate, not even close. How badly in need is he for David to be the one he seeks out? He glances pensively out his window, thinking that the rain wouldn’t be so much a  b o t h e r  as to stop him going out if Dakin asked him to.

[ sms;; Stuart Dakin ] … Is there anything I can do?