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some obscure facts about my stephen king characters while i work on moving them to docs at some point...
i am a cuthbert allgood trans truther. that man is not cis
randall flagg HAS read homestuck and he stans vriska
flagg additionally has a brother
father callahan in my main verse for him lives in harper's ferry, west virginia
jamie decurry is fucking autistic you can't tell me otherwise
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he looks at him while talking about Moriarty like she looks at him when there’s a trigger around
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he almost didn’t want to walk through that front door and have to deal with more of the drama jamie insisted upon. he didn’t want to hear his son crying out “daddy” in the room right next his, whether he was getting fucked or doing something to himself. he didn’t want to continue to be tempted and flustered by his son, just turned eighteen, who clearly disliked him enough to pick fights constantly. however, isaiah didn’t want to risk missing anything his son might do while he was gone. he couldn’t stand the idea of missing out on getting to catch jamie. as angry and jealous as it made him, he didn’t stop stroking his cock to the sound of jamie crying out “daddy” or the obscene wet noises of a toy on the other side of the wall. he needed to be there, even if he felt useless when he was. however, tonight, when he walked through the door and saw jamie on the couch, another man on top of him, he just about lost his shit. he slammed the door, stormed over to the couch, and pulled whoever it was off his son. “get out of my house,” he practically growled through gritted teeth. the male was sent scurrying towards the door and isaiah’s heated gaze was turned on jamie. “why do you keep doing this shit, jamie?” god, jamie was so flushed and–he cut that thought off and focused on his anger instead.
ms. jamie moriarty, talking about sherlock the same way i do which is:
Anthony James Stark
Goes by Jamie
Son of Sarah Rogers and EJ Stark.
Has his own version of the Iron Man Armor (as all Stark men do, Mack 63)
Has the potential to be a leader someday – once he’s grown up a bit and separated himself from his parents (mother).
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“Tell me if it’s too hard.” For al n Jamie....
Jay squirms underneath Alain, his pupils blown almost as wide as his deeply brown eyes. He arches his back off the bed, not fighting against the hand around his neck, but pressing into it. His hands reach up, grabbing hold of Alain's thighs, thick and heavy against him, pulling him closer.
He chokes out one simple word, and it's really all that needs said.
"Harder..."
👅 with uhhh Jamie and Thomas
meme
Jamie is wrapped in Tommy’s arms, breathing hard against his neck, tucked to him while Thomas sings. The sound is sweet and slow, a sound that has many effects on Jamie. Sing him to sleep, sing him to sleep. That’s the most common of what the singing does, but sometimes it’s entirely different.
There can be complete and utter elation from Tommy’s singing, there can be unfounded sorrow when he sings the songs once sung through the halls and roads of Gilead.
And sometimes, sometimes, under just the right circumstances, he feels more than a little infatuated by the man’s voice and song.
He rubs his face against Tommy’s neck softly, a shudder running through his own body, feeling his blood running hot and heavy, all of him so heavy as he feels himself growing hard in his pants.
Lips go to Tommy’s neck, kissing first, biting next, hard and sucking, leaving a dark, dark, dark mark for them both to marvel at tomorrow.
