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"Now he is green, dry and stained. With the shadow in his mouth."
Bookmarked by joannanewsom
10 Jul 2019
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now for a breath i tarry by kaydeefalls
Fandoms: History Boys - Bennett, History Boys (2006)
25 Dec 2008
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Eleven verses Hector never taught them (but Scripps learned anyway).
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Bookmarked by joannanewsom
24 Jun 2019
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Scripps and Posner drag each other laughing across the meadow, tripping over the grass and occasionally making ineffectual attempts to shush each other as they make good their escape. Posner looks lighter and happier than Scripps can remember seeing him in months, and the hands grasping his are warm and firm, and this is how he quantifies his life at Oxford: moments like this.
He glances over to find Posner beside him, watching him keenly, an odd light in his eyes that might almost be described as fond. "
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Here I Learned Certain Things by rosepetalfall
Fandoms: History Boys (2006), History Boys - All Media Types, History Boys - Bennett
26 Jul 2015
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"I passed by the school where I studied as a boy
and said in my heart: here I learned certain things
and didn't learn others. All my life I have loved in vain
the things I didn't learn.""The School Where I Studied," by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld.
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When Scripps gets to Oxford, certain things change and others don't. Or: Don Scripps grows up and, however slowly, attempts to come to terms with God, love, and himself.
Bookmarked by joannanewsom
04 Jun 2019
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“I’ve written all my essays this term playing that New Order album on repeat, so now I’ll probably always associate the excavations of historic Troy and Solomon Schecter’s work on the Cairo Genizah with synthesizers, which seems inappropriate, somehow,” Posner says, squinting at the ceiling.
He stays up too late reading Persuasion, every page imbued with with a new significance now.
Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.15 Jane, Don thinks, with a slight edge of hysteria, understood.
He has to do something, for once. Posner had offered any number of opportunities - had left Don a book of love sonnets, even. The rest, now, was for Don to do
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if i could tell you i would let you know by xxrisque
Fandoms: History Boys - All Media Types
11 Jun 2015
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“I often wonder if I’ll ever feel love like that.”
“You will, Pos,” Scripps replies assuredly, thinking briefly of the name printed under the band of his watch.
“If I find them, that is,” he smiles demurely, expression slipping into a frown nonetheless. “I do hope I’m not a horrible disappointment.”
Bookmarked by joannanewsom
24 May 2019
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live by love though the stars walk backward by xxrisque
Fandoms: History Boys - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
01 Aug 2015
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“You never used to say his name before.”
“He was a threat before,” Scripps replies, rather more bluntly than he means to. “Given he got his arse kicked by a baby there suddenly seems less of a possibility that him or his maniac followers are going to kill someone I care about.”
Posner fixes him with an odd look for a moment, and Scripps wonders if he knows just how worried he’d been for his safety, how often he’d been thinking of him instead of his summer reading, how awful it’d been hearing of an attack but not knowing yet if he was safe.
Bookmarked by joannanewsom
22 May 2019
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He smiles fondly at his lap, almost like he’s imagining something, and Scripps tries desperately not to think about kissing him in the snow outside the station
.Posner has never been a particularly big fan of Quidditch, or even sports, but when Scripps comes flying backwards past their stands having just smacked a Bludger at Crowther’s head, looking all windblown and attractive, he thinks he just might change his mind.
“Oh,” Posner says quietly, and it’d be lost in the cheering as Slytherin scores, were it not for Akthar expecting it.
“What?” Akthar turns to him, keeping one eye on the match as the Slytherin Chasers come roaring up the field after the Gryffindors, both pairs of Beaters on their tails.
“I’m fucked, aren’t I?”