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    The first time, Spock looks up from cleaning himself with the tissue McCoy just handed him.
    “This was a shitty idea,” McCoy says, not quite meeting his eyes.
     
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    (Just the first) sixty-eight times.

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    21 Aug 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 32

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    When Gotham gives you architecture like that, it must be used.

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    05 Aug 2021

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    Quentin… can’t really interpret the look on Eliot’s face. He almost looks nauseated, like the news that Quentin and Alice’s relationship is over is somehow terrifying to him.
     
    “Are you okay?” he asks, and something about the way he says it almost makes Quentin start crying. This, of all things. There’s a desperation there, in the sheen of Eliot’s eyes, like the thought of Quentin not being okay is deeply, viscerally painful to Eliot somehow. As if Quentin’s ever really okay. As if he’s been okay at all recently. Ha ha. Imagine a world in which he’s okay. Poor Eliot, wanting the impossible for his friend. What a beautiful heart he has. Quentin should tell him that, maybe.

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    27 May 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    His biggest regret.

    He hasn’t found it yet, and apparently it’s not something a person can just know about himself without a lot of soul searching, and Eliot has never taken the time to examine that particular metaphysical piece of his internal makeup. He’s a cliché, afraid of what he’ll find when he dives too deep. He doesn’t like to think of the part of himself that he knows to be ugly, preferring to focus on the outward bits, the things he can gussy up for public consumption.

    God, even that is far too much shrewd introspection for his tastes. This goddamn mental trap has already ruined him. Happy Place indeed. Fuck you, universe. Fuck you, Eliot Waugh.

    But he does want to live, at the end of the day. He wants to get out, he wants to oust this thing from his body, he wants to see his friends.

    Tight, hot grip of anticipation against the base of his spine. His body, which isn’t a real body, is strung taut as a live wire. When he does manage to find the door and walk through outside of the trap of his own mind, there are exactly two people he’s hoping against hope he’ll see on the other side.

    And now, hazy mists of memory notwithstanding, he’s about to see quite a lot of them both.

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    23 May 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 89

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    "Two days after Jungkook wins the Billboard award, he coughs up his first flower."

    Idol's Disease, when they love you and love you and love you, until it all overflows and turns you into flowers - or a reverse hanahaki story.

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    20 Mar 2021