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- Man of Steel (2013) (3)
It's a habit, now.
Weird one, yeah. Brody can admit that. But whatever. He's probably not going to be able to break it anytime soon, and at this point it's gotten so whenever he's hanging around the set, in between takes or waiting for a piece of equipment to get moved, he just—goes right for his phone.
Fandoms: DC Extended Universe, Suicide Squad (2016)
30 Oct 2018
"Motherfucking ow, jesus."
Croc grips GQ a little tighter and keeps moving. No point looking at him. Croc knows what he looks like—looks like shit, right now—and it's more important to keep his eyes ahead. Ground's rocky as hell. GQ's going to have way more to complain about if Croc drops him. "It'd hurt less if you hadn't gotten shot," he tells GQ, flat.
Fandoms: Original Work
16 Oct 2018
Giuanne swirled his cup of wine idly, leaning back against one gleaming marble column, and did his best to look self-important, disdainful, and a little bit bored.
It wasn't difficult.
At least not until Aurelio arrived. But then it had been that way for weeks, months. Giuanne had lost all hope of mastering himself in that regard. Because Aurelio had no idea Giuanne was using him and always had been, cold and clear-eyed and deliberate; and he had no idea Giuanne was in love with him; and Giuanne could speak of neither, even as it sickened him with hot helpless guilt to hold his silence.
Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
18 Sep 2018
Julian wakes lying on his front, with a mild but insistent headache, an uncomfortably dry throat, and a dim sense that the bed he's in is not his own. And he's right: it's Garak's.
Because he and Garak got possibly a little bit too drunk at Quark's, and then possibly also a little bit married on top of it, and there's just no way this is going to be anything but a disaster.
to the victor by susiecarter for linndechir
12 Sep 2018
Everyone looked at Uther.
Vortigern hated it. He'd hated it when they were boys, with a child's pure and unbridled resentment. And he didn't stop hating it as they grew through gangly youth—as everyone's eyes were drawn to their beloved crown prince not simply for his presence but for his height, his commanding gaze, the promise of future strength that had begun to show itself in the muscled lines of arm and shoulder.
(Or: five times Vortigern kissed Uther
and how obsessively melodramatic Vortigern was about it every time.)