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> a character is supposed to have a doppelgänger
> they look nothing alike
> “why didn’t they just get the same actor to play both characters?”
> checks cast list
> it is the same actor with a different hairstyle
give it up for river cartwright and his many questionable father figures!
i wonder when Frank told the others about River. More specifically, I wonder when he told Bertrand that there was a boy out there that looked just like him. I wonder if Bertrand fucking hated River for sharing his face but living a completely different life

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i promised i would drown myself
Word count: 7k
River has always known there was something wrong with him. Something rotten deep down that he doesn't look at, doesn't touch. It's easy enough to ignore, until it isn't. OR Training tests River's mind, body, spirit– and forces him to face his biggest fear: himself.
{Paintings: Ferry Slip (1904-06), Rocky Cliffs by the Sea (1916), Night Windows (1928) all by Edward Hopper}
Slow Horses 2.01
slow burn where they're already having sex. such a beautiful combination i cannot put it into words
Yeah I think he probably lets all his limbs go limp and just gets hauled around by his arms like a ragdoll (I tense up as the audience starts murmuring to each other and shaking their heads) I mean he has sex normally. He can access his own body during sex
wait so jack lowden’s only been emmy nominated for s3 and s5? how did he not get one for s4? that gay little run he does before stealing that pedestrian’s scooter is worth a thousand white lotuses

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Candy Chang
(spider's) kink is karma 🫶
And brother there's no place like home
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i promised i would drown myself
Word count: 7k
River has always known there was something wrong with him. Something rotten deep down that he doesn't look at, doesn't touch. It's easy enough to ignore, until it isn't. OR Training tests River's mind, body, spirit– and forces him to face his biggest fear: himself.
{Paintings: Ferry Slip (1904-06), Rocky Cliffs by the Sea (1916), Night Windows (1928) all by Edward Hopper}

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Tender
more from just long enough to really hurt:
“I’m glad… I'm glad I met you, though.” The words make your closed eyes prickle. I’m glad I’m not alone. Another stop-start in River’s breathing. You turn your head to look at him. He’s not looking back anymore, half-closed eyes turned to the ceiling. One arm is exposed, wormed out from under the blankets, palm turned up. You reach out across the dark, across the worn and dusty carpet, and thread your fingers through his. His hold is tender, warm, and when he takes a tighter grip you can feel how soft his hand is. Not soft like unworked but soft like— Kind. And you fall asleep.
eyes, drip, and/or neck
-amloth😛
you are three for three @hr-twink so enjoyyy 👅
from like blood flowing down the vein, my beloved medical au:
“Is there a ghost problem in this hospital?” His voice makes River jump. “What?” “When you opened the ambulance,” Lockwood says, looking intently at River. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” “Oh. No, it’s— sorry. It’s fine.” He can’t hold Lockwood’s gaze, eyes sliding away and back to the convenient head wound he’s meant to be closing. “You just— you look like someone I know. Knew.” “So you’re the one with a ghost problem.” “It’s not— I don’t have a problem—”
from just long enough to really make it hurt, aka 2 stare in2 the sun:
“Are you trying to say Harkness is transgender?” Lamb points at her, triumphant, before taking another, frankly disgusting, bite of his kebab. “That’s the word I was looking for.” A bit of meat has got caught in his beard. Something drips from his chin. It’s all very unpleasant. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out earlier. She’s got those cute little earrings, a–an’, yknow—” he makes a gesture to his own chest that Diana immediately wishes she could scrub from her mind. “—from the hormones.” “Yes, well, I’m not Whelan, so I don’t make a habit of staring down my employees’ shirts.” Lamb makes a snorting noise that could generously be described as a laugh and Diana raises her voice a little as she continues, “And, furthermore, plenty of gay men wear earrings, Lamb.”
and a little more down the vein
He starts at the base of her neck, moving as quick and light as he can as he presses against the muscles running up her throat, the back of her neck. Nothing out of the ordinary. He’s ginger as he reaches her jaw, almost ghosting over the joint. He’s seen the deformity on the left-hand side this whole time, the little lump in front of her ear. But Christ, feeling it… Patrice wasn’t kidding, he thinks. This is a fucking terrible reduction. The joint is barely set in the socket, leaving a knot of overworked muscle all over one side of her jaw. It’s a miracle she can eat. He can’t reduce it— can’t re-reduce it now. Not with the muscles like this. Not with how long it’s been. “Christ, Patrice, did you do this bloody reduction yourself?”