opened snapchat this morning. immediately flashbanged by a snap memory from 2019. in which i am seventeen, home alone on the morning of the fourth of july, and blasting a then- brand new vinyl copy of hendrix are you experienced on the turntable i got for my birthday that year. the camera pans to one side. ao3 page for a new chapter on the third blink (the proverbial fireworks over willyās butte). i hit post. camera flips. i am grinning ferociously. i was absurdly excited about that fic.
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men on tiktok posting videos where they stand and drink beer and stare at the third blink stoplight in cars land, whilst āneon moonā plays on. you donāt even know the half of it. you have no idea.
I happened to watch call me by your name tonight, and it reminded me of this scene I wrote that was sort of directly inspired by it. This is from a defunct draft of mine that I wish I had the energy to finish. Basically, it was supposed to be a sargemore post-rt66 bypass vacation fic (not related to my AU) where they are camping to cope with all of the sudden changes in their lives. In this scene: they were swimming in a lake, and now they are laying on the shore to dry off. maybe one day I'll finally get around to polishing up this fic & posting it... perhaps if y'all want to see more?
They found themselves on the tiny shoreline bordering the lake, letting the sun dry them. They were inches apart, close enough that Sarge could feel the heat radiating off of Fillmoreās skin. He appeared to glow in the heat, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was slow, as though heād fallen asleep.
Beautiful, Sarge thought. The thought did not startle himānot this time. Ā
He sat up onto his elbows, studying him. Fillmoreās hair was cast out on the ground underneath him, one arm behind his head. His lips were slightly parted, and there was a dewy sheen across his cheeks where the sun was hitting him. It felt as though he would not be real, not completely, if Sarge were to reach out and touch him.
āDo it,ā Fillmoreās voice echoed in the back of his mind, coaxing, āLive a little.ā
Suddenly, Fillmoreās lips curled into a slight smile. He sat up slightly, elbows digging into the sand. He murmured, āYouāre confusing, soldier.ā
Their noses were inches apart. Sargeās heart pounded from his chest, and he felt himself beginning to unravel beneath his gaze. āI donāt know what you mean,ā he managed.
āReally?ā Fillmore spoke, barely above a whisper. He leant forward slightly, fingers brushing against Sargeās jaw. āI think you do.ā
His fingers moved downward, agonizingly cupping Sargeās chin and pulling him closer still. One thumb swept across his lower lip, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine.
It was terrifying when Sarge kissed him. Fillmoreābeautiful, untouchable, unshakeableāwas reciprocating. Their noses bumped together awkwardly as they broke, but Sarge pulled him back in: his need for nationality was overpowered by his desire for more.
Fillmore turned his head, and it was over. Sarge let out a breath that he didnāt realize heād been holding; he looked down and away, feeling as though the world was spinning.
āSorry,ā he heaved. āI donāt know what I was thinking.ā
Fillmore did not respond. He sort of half-laughed, leaning back on his elbows.
Sarge focused entirely too hard on the dull brown of the sand on the beach. The world around him was vibrating: no longer peaceful, it had become a whirlwind of sounds and smells and bright sunlight. Blood pounded through his brain, and he somewhat felt as though he might pass out. Why did he do that? What made him think that was a good idea?
āI think we should start hiking back,ā Fillmore said, infuriatingly easy. āThe sun will set, soon.ā
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Everyone say happy centennial to irl Route 66, and perhaps celebrate by visiting your local Mother Road museum and/or historical society (if you're in the U.S. and/or along the 66 corridor). We have a mission to keep the dream alive!
Happy Pride! JSTOR Daily has a round up of LGBTQ+ articles happening this month - check them out:Ā https://daily.jstor.org/lgbtq-pride-month-editors-picks/
Hey folks. A few of you have noticed that I've been absent for the better part of a month. I wanted to take some time away to adequately address the issues posed in this ask. Several weeks ago I went through all posted chapters of Americana and made necessary changes. Many of the mistakes were due to my own ignorance, of which I am actively reading and learning to combat. Of course I intend to be more mindful going forward.
I will also say that I received anonymous comments akin to harassment in response to how I handled the post linked above. This is why anonymous asks are currently turned off, and why every fic on my ao3 has been locked for registered users only. This is also partially why I have taken time away; I do not intend to lift these restrictions for the foreseeable future. I understand that my AU means a lot to some people, however I have too much going on in my real life to deal with stuff like that. (and, to be totally frank, a mental disorder that had me convinced I was going to be doxed)(I'm still somewhat convinced that's going to happen)(making this post alone is a big step for me).
Yet as we near the 7th (?!!??) anniversary of The Third Blink, I couldn't bring myself to stay away anymore. I love my AU. I love writing for you guys. I want to continue working on all of my projects. I can't promise that I'll come back anytime soon (time away has been good for me, I think), but I want to keep the door open.
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re that last post about sarge and fillmoreās cant-live-without-each-other relationship: that headcanon that fillmore has unreciprocated feelings for sarge is actually based af. wdym sarge calls him a hippie freak whenever fillmore says to ālet the love in.ā he wants that old man so bad. but the old man donāt want him.
re that last post about sarge and fillmoreās cant-live-without-each-other relationship: that headcanon that fillmore has unreciprocated feelings for sarge is actually based af. wdym sarge calls him a hippie freak whenever fillmore says to ālet the love in.ā he wants that old man so bad. but the old man donāt want him.
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