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A stranger is sitting on the big desk up front of the lecture hall when they walk in, arms crossed low over his chest and seeming to watch the students walk in. He’s handsome with a pair of thin wire frames and a square jaw covered by a thick beard, somewhat tussled black hair, and nothing at all like Bollinger – their chemistry professor on the wrong side of seventy.
“Hi there,” the man says, voice lifting to raise over the dull roar of the class, prompting it to quiet. “I’ll be the assistant professor this semester taking over for Bolly, uh…” He obviously peeks down at a paper in front of him. “Professor Bollinger.”
Dick glances over to Rick to share a curious look just as the man turns around to go behind the desk. He then watches the professor start to sketch out a series of vaguely recognizable compounds, arms above his head and shoulders flexing underneath a thin dress shirt, and it takes far too long for Dick to realize the new professor has also been talking.
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- Part 1 of outside the laws of nature
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You are an inorganic with some organic parts. He is an organic with some inorganic parts. ART responds, Unfortunately, it is true you have the same manufacturer.
I glance backward at the Gurathin doppelgänger with a hard squint. Cloning an entire human is illegal. Everywhere.
I did not say they did it in good faith.
Does he know? I ask, attempting to recall if I had found anything referencing this in Gurathin’s mind from the regrettably many times we have shared a hardline. Unfortunately, I cannot recall much outside the matters at hand of the time – stupid injuries, mutual distaste… a bewilderment at collections of high quality media.
I also have encountered another and they were a well trained spy and saboteur. So probably.
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Lex snatches the phone and glowers at the paused video with a very different, technically familiar man hunched with their nose in their screen behind White in the same place as the newspaper photo. “That is Clark Kent.”
“Yes, sir,” the CO says, annoyingly hesitant, “I-I mean, he looks a little different in this one, sure –”
“A little?” Lex snaps, then taps a knuckle at the paper on the desk. “Are you fucking blind?”
The CO rolls her lips between her teeth.
Lex growls under his breath and minimizes the browser, bringing up the first social media site that comes up on autocomplete. He searches Clark Kent, taps on the ‘Reporter :)’ result and scowls when he sees it gets updated about once a millennium. It is, also, that same face from the press conference, not the one in the paper. He scrolls, and scrolls, and–
Wait. That’s what it is – it’s all videos. He doesn’t see a single still photo in the lot.
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“Nathan, Audrey –” Duke gestures at the woman next to him. “This is Evi.”
Evi offers a pointed nod. “Evi Crocker.”
Nathan tightens his jaw, looks at Duke, and speaks without thinking at all. “I never took you for a polygamist.”
“You have a – ?” Audrey stops short, turning on her heels toward Nathan. “What?”
“What the fuck, Nathan.” Duke says, voice pitching, “You’re the one who forced –” His eyes get big while the rest of his face seems to come loose. “You didn’t file the paperwork, did you?”
Nathan wets his lips. “I got busy.” He refuses to look away from the challenge of Duke’s outright disbelief, although Audrey appearing like she’s about to vibrate to pieces about makes him want to jump off the dock.
Duke is uncharacteristically silent for a pair of beats, then scoffs with a jerky gesture. “For a decade?”
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“Ah, Dick,” Sink says, pressing his lips in a flat line, as he regards Dick for a pair of seconds, then gradually stepping back with a weak cough. “I’ll have to admit I… didn’t expect you this quick.”
“Why haven’t I been notified of being mobilized?” Dick asks, glancing down to Strayer at the desk, then back up to Sink with a slight lift of his chin. He hasn’t felt half this insecure in his position since Sobel got sent down to Idaho. “Half the units are moving, but I haven’t gotten so much as an update.”
“You’re not on this one,” Strayer says, looking up from his toughbook on the desk with a peer that mostly lands on Sink. “We’ve got a conflict with personnel out in the field.”
“Conflict?” Dick repeats, as he looks up at the board, only to pause, staring at the coordinates and the label of the fire reports far too close to his name.
Only, it isn’t his name up there, is it?
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Greg laughs awkwardly, a familiar reaction to calling him out on his shit. “But I was uh, just…” He pauses, then raises his brows, imploring, “Really into you just touching me and telling me I was being, you know, good? And, and the collar. Obviously.”
Obviously. He’s only mentioned it about thirty times.
Tom quirks one of his own brows at the sincerity, a throb southward that has him set his heels and lean back in his chair with a low creak of metal.
“Or, um,” Greg stutters, wetting his lips while his eyes darting markedly downward at Tom’s lap. “Hey, you could, like, tell me what to do? And then I do it?”
“I wish, Greg, I could, but I’ve accepted you’re a wildcard in that respect,” Tom says, pretending at discontent, setting his chin atop his knuckles with a low tut. “However burning and bitter, as the finest battery acid, that acceptance has been to swallow.”
“Well, I know, I – ” Greg pauses, moping briefly, but then his eyes get big and round, as his mouth twists into this frankly incredible little grin. “Are you like making me beg on purpose?”
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“You just don’t…” Tom falls quiet for a beat, staring at some middle distance through the windows behind Greg. He looks at Greg, again, something awful and resigned in his eyes. “Maybe, she’s right, I should be grown up about it. I’m on the other side of fucking forty. I don’t have a wife, or kids, or – or… shit, I’ve never even had a real house.”
“Is not having any of that so bad?” The words escape from Greg’s throat not entirely with his permission. He looks down at his hands, as he uneasily cracks the knuckle of his ring finger.
Tom is quiet for a long few moments, then his voice returns with a croak. “Greg, you can’t say that to me.”
“Why?” Greg asks, barely above a rasp himself.
“Because you don’t – ” Tom pauses, then takes a shaky breath, his next words even less distinct. “D-Do you?”
Greg lifts his shoulders weakly and gestures around them at the cramped galley slash pilothouse slash living room of the boat – their boat.
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Not Just Something You Read in Teen Vogue by neglectedtuesday for steviekat
Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)
29 Jun 2022
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“I just,” Tom continues, gesturing in Greg’s direction, “want to understand it all. You, specifically. I want to understand you.”
Greg chews another piece of sashimi, wondering what path to take here. It’s a complicated knot to untangle, only ever referring to yourself as a man out of obligation and politeness. He’s not had much cause to question it, has only ever considered gender in an abstract way, and now finds himself rather ambivalent about the whole thing. Gender: No? Gender: He/Him in the same way you refer to most dogs as a good boy? At this point in his life, gender: businessperson, but in previous iterations, gender: stoner?
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28 Sep 2022
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I've read this over about seven times, so legally I have to rec; the note asks for outfits, but the last one is perfect and always in the back of my mind.
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Greg follows a rabbit down a thought hole in thinking that sometimes Tom is like hot oil, a flash in the pan, a quick sizzle of a burn. Maybe if Greg pays attention, he will be crispy and deliciously fried instead of burnt.
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18 Nov 2021
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If the Long Halloween was a tumultuous Succession romance, exclusively in the sense that it is centered around holidays and is also Choice.
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“Well, well,” says a cool voice from the sidewalk. Johnny squints against the sunlight, and smiles at last: it’s a slim, dark-haired figure, leaning against Johnny’s Cadillac, hands tucked into the pockets of his ill-fitting suit.
“LaRusso,” he says. “Keep following a guy around like this, he might start to get ideas about calling the cops.”
“I knew you stooped low, Johnny Lawrence,” says LaRusso, “but I didn’t know you stooped this low.”
“A guy’s gotta make an honest living somehow,” says Johnny pleasantly.
“Really,” says LaRusso. “Well, I ever see a guy living honest, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
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“It began as a thought experiment,” said Gilfoyle, “But after some consideration it became clear to me that it’s the best solution."
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08 Jun 2018
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They’re both so well characterized in their pining, particularly Gilfoyle.
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Till Escrow Do Us Part by acaramelmacchiato
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
28 Feb 2016
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Or, How Hux and Kylo Burnt Down a Home and Saved Their Marriage
Hux and Kylo are married and flip houses for a living. Rey and Finn are their long-suffering unpaid house-flipping interns. Millicent is their cat who gets feline acupuncture. It's in LA.