“It was the kind of building that remembered things, deep-down things, things that rode tears into the world, telling them back to anyone old enough or wise enough to know how to listen with their eyes.” - Charles Hardy
Excited to go up and spend the day one on one with my favorite building, the Ohio State Reformatory. This building was where I had my very first paranormal experience and she’s the reason I became a paranormal enthusiast. I do an overnight investigation there every year but tomorrow will be my first daytime visit in ages and I am excited to be going up alone so I can bond with her.
If she looks familiar it’s because Ohio State Reformatory was where they filmed The Shawshank Redemption.
I LOVE fuckpig so, so much. I'm so invested in all of your characters, and broken!daddy Jared is my jam. I want to smother him in every lovely thing in the world, just to see him trade it all away for a pretty little fanboy who has big eyes and a magic asshole. I'm also a HUGE fan of Brock/Colin, and was wondering if we would ever see those nasty little boys together again? I'm fascinated by their relationship. <3 always.
The way @dollylux writes Jared gives me fucking life. That’s my favorite thing about this verse, how all four of us can bring such different things to the table. No one can bring the pain like dolly, and Jared is just redolent with it.
Brock and Colin have pretty much consumed my Jeff-leaning heart. I want to see Brock grow up into the nasty sadist he’s meant to be. I want to relive all of Colin’s firsts, all the under-covers kisses and big brother bad touches and warm daddy hands, the first time Jeff loaned him out and that itch inside him went still for a little while, the first time his little dick hiccuped out something substantial enough for Jeff to swallow. I want to see him alone with his brother, open and adoring and that little bit of scared that makes him clench. I want to get inside Colin’s head and see Brock and Jeff and the band the way he does. I want to watch Jensen and Colin go from mortal enemies to squirrel friends. I want to see them grow up into this and prove to Jeff that yeah, he can still get it up just fine when they’re legal.
omg i have so many this is ummmmm difficult and every time i answer it i list diff things. i’ve loved rebecca, anne of green gables, little women, gone with the wind, his dark materials, emma, wuthering heights, and jane eyre for a really really really long time….. of course like…. hundreds more. recently i’ve loved white teeth, between the world and me, the secret history, the gemma doyle trilogy….. actually here just have my goodreads
in today’s “everything happens for a reason” moment, this evening I walked 15 minutes in a heat warning to go to a farmers market to buy tomatoes (which are one of my favorite foods in the entire world and in the summer I prefer a diet that is 90% tomatoes) only to find out none of the booths had them (?!). defeated, I bought some squash and trekked the 15 minutes back to my parking garage, only to find an email from a “green triangles” project I’d donated to, informing me one of their completed green triangles - one right by my house, but not on my walking path, so I was unaware of it - was filled with tomatoes that I was welcome to come pick, for free.
swung by on the way home and lo and behold this glorious tiny oasis in the middle of the street had several tomato plants, all laden with ripe tomatoes, ripley AND cherry, so in conclusion this bitch got several pounds of tomatoes for free
Flug where did you start to become a brilliant scientist?? Your so cool... .//.
“W-Well, I’ve been inventing things since I was a kid, and t-the world’s always fascinated me and I loved learning more about it….? Science was my favorite school subject, I was always asking my teachers for more things to work on, I-I was just really passionate about it…. A lot of what I’d learned was self-taught, but my college is where the best of my brilliance came about, I’d say….. I-I’m pretty sure cool isn’t the right word, b-but thank you anyways…”
It’s been days since I left. Lucas has called every day, and I send pictures of Thomas to him. Our calls last no more than ten minutes and consist of mostly silence between us. The silence between Lucas and I never bothered me before. It was something that I always found comfort in, but now it’s different.
The silence that lingers between him and I now have been scary. It’s almost like the ability to talk to one another disappeared, and neither one of us knows what to say. Actually, it’s almost like we aren’t comfortable speaking to each other, and it hurts because speaking to Lucas is one of my favorite things in the world and I just want to get back to where we were. But, I’m worried that maybe we can’t.