dirtynalgene
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- Welcome to Night Vale (7)
- Gravity Falls (2)
- ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man (1)
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Bill pulled himself up along Ford’s body, nearly pressed along his shoulder blades, electric dripping down his spine. At the size he was now, his body just about matched the expanse of the man's back. “Do you want to make a hypothesis about what's going to happen? Will that get your motor running? Grease the wheels? Light the flame? Or maybe you even already know. You have known how this would all go from the moment I popped into your little fake cabin set up."
Ford was straining against his hands. He could feel tendons and muscles squirming in his biceps and shoulders.
“Just do it.”
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He had been to a lot of strange places, but it was hard to distinguish where grief ended and the discomfort began here in the mountains of Oregon. Everything was too fresh and as hard as it was to admit that Ford may have been right about something, it was just as hard to trust what was happening around him.
OR - The real and very true story of how Stanley Pines became Stan. A story about Stan adjusting to living amongst the weirdness that makes up Gravity Falls while figuring out what to do.
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“Do you get how this all works?”
“I do,” Carlos lied. He didn’t, not really. An educated guess was not the same as a positive conclusion. This man, he was sure, did not need to be explained the nuances of the human mind's ability to comprehend. The man hummed, leaning into Carlos’ personal space to grab something off the shelf to his left. The smell of moth balls wafted off of him as his too tight suit strained against his movement.
“See, that’s why we showed you the door in the desert that day,” he sighed. His breath was a hot, stale puff of air on the back of Carlos’ neck. The beeping of the scanner seemed far away, and for a moment Carlos felt as if he were falling into a very deep, dark hole. The man in the ill-fitting suit pulled away, thick fingers wrapped around a no-name candy bar. “You didn’t seem to get the hint.”
A story that delves into the idea that Labyrinth is responsible for major events in Night Vale, including determining which townsfolk need to be removed or replaced with different versions of themselves from other universes. -
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Carlos, who has spent the same amount of time ogling his husband, draws him in for a kiss, but pauses. His hand rests heavy on the back of Cecil’s neck. Cecil rests his hands on his chest where his fingers tangle in the lush chest hair poking out from the two undone buttons.
“Would you still like me to take you out?” Carlos asks him softly. He’s checking. "And order for you?"
He’s centimeters from Cecil’s lips. He can feel his husbands breath ghosting along the thin skin of them. He could lean in, could ruin the moment, could beg Carlos to kiss him, but he doesn’t. He stays perfectly still, every eye in his head glued to his husband's mouth.
“Yes,” Cecil says without an ounce of hesitation.
Sometimes a good roll in the hay is exactly what you need to get your mind right.
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“You know dear,” she sighs, “It’s not polite to stare.”
His eyes flick back down to her, and she goes to pat his hand, before thinking better of it. Almost as if she were to meet some kind of resistance. Almost if the word interloper was synonymous with leper. Interleper. He snorts at the joke he makes in his head and the being hovering above the old woman tells him, “Good one.”
He stops laughing.
In which Carlos adjusts to his first year in Night Vale, and subsequently, the rest of his life.