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donnapalude

something there about the fact that after eleanor 209 says "the time of storytelling is over" there are a number of characters that actually start explicitly committing to truthfulness. eleanor herself tells rogers she wants her word to mean something. flint has no more lies left in him. max tells anne she does not wish to lie to her anymore. anne refuses to get revenge on max and to fabricate a lie for herself to live with it. rogers even tells eleanor "if you lie you die". it's almost as if the netting of the narrative, that initially hanged loose around the characters and allowed them to negotiate certain movements by fabricating their own reality, started getting progressively tighter. as the fixed ending crystallised by history and treasure island approaches, less and less paths that could fulfill it remain available, until gradually the only stories that can be told are the ones that go along with it. in this sense, it's curious enough that silver maintains the ability for them. but after all, the most famous story about him is the one that immortalises him forever as a liar. so yeah.

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tagged by: @oatflatwhite ty beloved mwah 🫶

fandoms i write for: published wise it’s like 4 things (stranger things, obx, hbo war, dead boy detectives) but in my drafts there’s too many to count. i’ve prob written at least one thing for every fandom i’ve ever posted abt here on tumblr dot com that’s for sure

tagging: @nix-nihili @buckbiddick @singt0me @featherandstorm @agentearthling @grabmyboner @tragedy-machine @idliketobeatree and anyone else who’d like to do this <3

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#ty again for the tag!!! 🥰#tag game
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WIP Thursday!

thanks for the tag, @majorbuckyegan. I was just picking at this wip last night, so here’s the good stuff so far 🫶

“So now why does this sport interest you?” Bucky’s consonants are starting to trip together, the words stumble-drunk on their way out of his mouth. It’s vain to think that the cold night air might sober him up at this point, but Buck supposes a man can dream.
“Boxing?” he clarifies, turning his head to take in the sight of his friend’s rosy cheeks. His breath is warm across the bridge of Gale’s nose. When Bucky inclines his head in assent, he shrugs. “Test of manhood.”
“That so?” John asks. In front of them, Curt’s circling with the RAF gent like he’s looking to eat him. Arms loose at his sides but ready, a relaxed power to the set of his shoulders. He looks calm, but Buck knows he’s been itching for this. They all are. Thirty men gone won’t be rectified with one punch, but it’ll certainly make everything feel a hell of a lot better in the heat of the moment.
Amidst the other guys surrounding them in a cloud of liquid courage and noise, Biddick’s gaze catches on Gale on his next slow circle. Over the RAF pilot’s shoulder, dark eyes meet his, dart over to take in Bucky slung against his side, then back to Buck.
Without missing a beat, Curt winks.

tagging @hartigays, @wwiiblorbos and anybody else who wants to join in the fun!

#‘​His breath is warm across the bridge of Gale’s nose’#<- literally just started giggling and kicking my feet pls!!!!!!#bestie im eating this UPPPP#twobucks#masters of the air#fics
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