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  1. Public Bookmark 60

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    A freshman year at Hearst and the cyclical nature of love

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    15 Jun 2018

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    AU freshman year at Hearst with some great character introspection. Light on plot (though of course there is some overarching case stuff), heavy on characterization.

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    Veronica has never seen this Logan, tiny and full-cheeked with ears too big for his face, and she has to press her hand to her mouth as tears prick at her eyes.

    She isn't sure why she's crying. Maybe it's because she's confused and lonely and she misses him. Or maybe it's because she knows that just after they finished shooting the scene, five year-old Logan threw a tantrum and that night Aaron repaid him for the embarrassment by forcing him to hold his arm out on the floor while Aaron stepped on it, breaking his tiny bones in two places. He then told everyone Logan slipped getting out of the bathtub.

    The couch sags as her father sits next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Hey, shh. What's going on, kid? You know I'm here if you need anything."

    She shakes her head vehemently. "No, Dad, it's nothing. I'm fine," she says, harshly swiping at her cheeks.

    "Oh sweetheart," he says. "This has been going on for awhile now." He rests his head on top of hers, stroking her back soothingly. "Even I can see that you're not happy. Maybe you should… rethink things." He presses a kiss to her forehead. "Come on, time to turn in."

    No, Veronica knows why she's crying.

    She's crying because she knows that the day after Aaron Echolls broke his five year-old son's arm, he let him sit on his lap on set between takes and helped Logan draw pictures on his cast. She's crying because she doesn't understand how someone like Logan is able to trust at all, much less as completely as he does, while she still finds it completely impossible.
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    "Okay." Mac takes a deep breath. "Brutal, take-no-prisoners honesty time?"

    Agreeing, Veronica nods.

    "I think you and Piz aren't going anywhere not just because you're hung up on Logan but because you're drawn to people who break the rules." She smiles a little. "You always forget I'm not like Wallace. I've been going to school with you since kindergarten. You've always hung out with people like that. You're drawn to them. Lilly Kane? She and Logan were always in trouble, but they were your best friends. Hellions, both of them, but you knew that when you and Logan got together. And if you're expecting him not to act like a jackass most of the time, then I think your expectations are way too high." Mac shakes herself. "I'm not judging. I understand the appeal, because I feel that way with you a lot of the time."

    "With me?" Veronica blinks.

    "You don't exactly follow the rules, and you don't take crap from anyone. Breaking the law with you? It's thrilling, and you obviously think it is too, because why else would you still be doing it?"

    Veronica hardens instantly, defenses clicking into place. "I do it to help people."

  2. Public Bookmark 33

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    The road to nowhere always leads me back home to you...

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    04 Jun 2018

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    Dl'd to Calibre

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    Six further epilogues for Don't You Shake Alone, 2004-2011.

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    03 Jun 2018

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    Delightful timestamps
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    Brooks got to the end of his tirade about what was happening to the Marine Corps today, looked over at Brad, and said, "What about you, Iceman? What do you think of it?"

    Brad looked up like he hadn't been paying attention at all and said consideringly, "Well, I don't think it's quite the worst thing the Corps has ever done to me personally."

    That shut everyone up; no one had said a word that wasn't a safely couched generality so far.

    "I mean," Brad went on, enjoying the sense of an audience tuning in, "yeah, the new policy pretty much assures that my kids are going to grow up fuckin' bleeding-heart liberals, but I knew that when I got involved with somebody who graduated from two Ivy League schools."

    He could see them doing the math on what that meant, when they'd never heard Brad mention kids or a significant other; there was a little murmur going on here and there, guys who weren't quite as fast on the uptake looking for confirmation. But you didn't get into this billet without being fucking sharp--Brad was hardly the only veteran of recon in the room--so they were mostly following him, showing varying levels of shock and amusement. Some were still lagging behind, so Brad went ahead and turned the corner.

    "On the other hand, gay marriage isn't legal anywhere around here yet, so I am assured that I've got another three, maybe four good years before I have to make an honest man of my kids' other dad--" Stoney actually whooped out loud with startled laughter, and a couple of guys Brad had braced to have hate from now on went conspicuously silent and still. "And on that supposedly joyous occasion, I am going to have to deal with a few dozen drunk Marines in the same space as a dance floor, a Rolling Stone reporter, and my impressionable young daughter.

    "So it's not the worst way the Corps has ever fucked me," Brad summed up, grinning. "But it's pretty close."

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    02 Jun 2018

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    DL'd to Calibre

  5. Public Bookmark 48

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    Like all good fairy tales, there are rules.

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    31 May 2018

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    DL'd to Calibre
    Dark atmospheric fairy tale. Sammy goes to hell and Dean gets him back for one night a month, using a ritual with his own blood. Over time, he appears to be starting to turn into a monster himself. Ends ambiguously.

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    He isn’t drinking, like Sam asked, so he does dream. Though he thinks he isn’t sleeping.

    He dreams, waking visions sometimes, spiders coming down from the ceiling, hands reaching over the headboard for his face, little cracks in the world he can see through.

    It feels like he’s changing. His teeth feel sharper in his mouth when he runs his tongue over the ridges and once, his jaw slips, he bites himself and bleeds.

    He didn’t tell Sam everything.

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    Sam wraps fingers around his arm and says, It’s cold here.

    And Dean wants to ask if it’s cold down there, if there are cold bars that Sam is thrown against because he has bruises again, more, a lot more, so they take their careful time as the nights grow longer.

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    One month, Dean passes out. He comes to with his face resting on Sam’s thigh, the rough scrape of denim and his jeans smell like Sam, like every day of their lives.

    He didn’t tell Sam how the longer nights take more blood.

    Sam says, Passed out from sheer excitement, eh. I know, I’m a huge draw. A real crowd-pleaser.

    Sam, you have no idea, Dean says before he kisses his brother.