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soft doms that whisper in your ear how pretty you are and how good you’re doing for them while manhandling you and pounding into you…..😵💫
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It was one of those moments where Victor knew nothing was gonna come of an interrogation. Moran was protected, they wouldn’t even be able to keep him for longer than hour before some shady, rich lawyer pops up and springs him.
He could try to get a couple questions in, though.
“Moran,” he greeted as he sat down across from him. “It’s time for the monthly ask - who are you working for?”
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He was only a little tipsy, he would swear later. Just enough that the edges were blurred, his head light. Only a little.
Didn’t account for the beer he spilled right on the bar.
“Fuck, sorry, mate,” Victor swore, reaching over the bar to grab a towel. He winked at the bartender as he did so, grinning. “I’ll get that, totally my fault.”
dontcxckitup:
He barely looked up when the other man nearly ran into him, but stopped in his tracks nonetheless. Just in case. “Evening.” The thick pile of documents in his grip already implied how much longer he was going to be in his office tonight. However, it didn’t tell why Trevor was still there.
Finally his gaze shifted up, brow rising. “It’s a quiet day. Most people have already left…”
Victor’s stayed in front of him, splayed as if waiting for the pile to topple to the ground. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah, I just - wanted to finish up some work. It’s easier when it’s quiet, you know?” He ran a hand through his hair, nose scrunching. “Do you - need help, sir?” he asked, halting.
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It wasn’t any kind of secret that Victor was vying for a spot in the 00 club. No one really talked about it, thank god, otherwise he might have to throw himself into the Thames.
No, no one said a thing. But everyone still knew.
“M, sir,” Victor stopped short of running into his boss, skidding to a halt. “Ah. Good evening.”
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Laurie Davidson as William Shakespeare (Will)
↪ 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 . ( a series of sentence starters from a collection of gothic short stories . adjust phrasing as necessary . this post will be updated . )
that is a weird story , which will only haunt you if i tell it .
i like weird tales , & they never trouble me .
you’ll be sorry for it , & so shall i , perhaps .
a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me .
i’ve gone back a little to refresh my memory .
i can find my way back to you .
let us get out of this horrible place at once .
other men have passed here before us .
we may find something rare & precious here .
i never have quite forgiven myself for stealing it .
i brought it away as a souvenir .
i have a little surprise for you , my love .
you are foolishly superstitious .
neither sleep , food, nor air gives me strength .
i told no one , i wanted to surprise you with it .
wake up & answer me !
i cherish the theory that the soul sometimes lingers in the body after death .
i should like to see justice done to it .
you believe in the soul as an independent entity , then ?
nobody would go near the place .
you and i know what happened . or at least can guess .
don’t you recognize me ?
you shouldn’t leave your sentences unfinished .
i was just going home .
i’ll gladly come in , if you’ll allow me .
i must get back as quick as i can , it will be dark in a few minutes .
you must come with me .
i won’t stand for such nonsense , now .
good heavens , it’s a man’s body !
i wish the wind would go down .
you’ve been gone so long , i thought something must have happened to you .
the elements are always the true immortals .
i don’t mean that , of course .
shows how lonely this place is .
what else , in the name of heaven , what else ?
you know , i saw it before you did .
don’t keep pretending you hear things .
the best thing you can do is just keep quiet .
come & listen , & see what you make of it .
haven’t i explained all that once ?
i can’t disguise it any longer .
i don’t like this place . the darkness , & the noises , & the awful feelings i get .
we must keep our minds quiet .
& what do you propose ?
i slept badly a little after dawn .
the wind won’t account for all the noises .
were you awake all last night ?
the only thing for us to do is to go on as though nothing had happened .
the less we think about them the better .
i dare not put the thought into words .
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victor: does anyone else think shrek is a trans allegory?
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Victor Trevor liked to smoke weed.
It was a habit he never quite kicked from college. His usage grew less and less but he never truly gave it up. It helped him sleep. Helped his brain shut up. Helped him talk to people.
He couldn’t do a single social function without being pretty blazed. Which is exactly how he found himself, waiting at the bar. Blazed.
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Jubilee Procession in a Cornish Village 1897
Oh, God, take me to Heaven
london.
It had been years since he’d last stepped foot in English country. Rainy. Wet. Grey. Everything he’d hoped it would be.
A deep breath in. Out. Again. Safe. You’re safe, Trevor.
Except he really wasn’t. Enemies didn’t always stay across borders. Enemies were sometimes inside them.
For now. For now, Victor could sleep. Then debrief. Then to the next.
For now; sleep.
Laurie Davidson as William Shakespeare in Will
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