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yeah plus Richard going to NY would be weird and history-interrupting… and they wouldn’t really have anything in common with him without Jimmy. And he isn’t like them at all, in terms of mentality. Gahhhh s3 needs to be good…

Agreed, Richard can't go to NY. He's not going to go to Chicago either (WHICH OH MY GOD I THINK I MAY BE MOST EXCITED ABOUT CAPONE VS. VAN ALDEN TBQH) and I cannot see him going back to Nucky. His only option right now is Gillian. Perhaps he branches out, maybe he and Owen strike up an unholy alliance, who knows, but I really think that even though he accepted Jimmy walking to his death, it's still going to hang over his head and he's going to stay with Jimmy's family for a little bit.

Yeah, that was the only part I didn't like and was confused by. I think the latter explanation makes much more sense. The idea of Magneto committing genocide of mutants is... yeah, really far-fetched and doesn't make sense for him, so it would've had to have been something really extreme for him to be involved at all, or he just didn't know until he was too far in.

I also wondered why the Hulk became a villain, but that just might be because I'm not familiar with him too much.

AAAAAH I DON'T EVEN KNOW ALL OF IT WAS SO GREAT

SPOILERS BELOW

it’s ok bb, ignoring responsible adult type things is what the internet was invented for!

Omg the internet is basically Neverland. 

Yes

The starched collar burns against the angry bruises the boy gave him the night before.

And Rothstein’s sides hurt still from the way Charlie pawed at him, fingernails digging into his soft skin. His neck and back are peppered with the bite marks and hand-shaped bruises where the younger man clutched and grabbed at him like a drowning figure and Rothstein’s a fool because he held him tighter and obeyed when his reckless prince demanded he *stay.*

Be still. Heel.

As of the Wolf could be so tamed when nothing else has succeeded in cowing him- not New York, nor Becker, nor Manny, nor Carolyn-

He was never so human; like he was some younger man, horny and drunk on the lust and comfort someone else could give him. Like he would ask for it. Like he would take it if offered.

Not him. Never the Bankroll; the creature with arsenic and ice water for blood. What could some child give him that no other conquest could?

AR can destroy him without a thought. He’s done it to far greater men.

He won’t. That he knows too.

He would applaud Charlie’s skill if it wasn’t so damning.

From wolf, to somebody’s dog…and his boy’s the one holding the collar. 

His fingertips are blackened from where the shine has stained them, and the smell of petrol has ruined his nose for at least a couple of hours but Arnold doesn’t seem to mind. He has his hand inside one of Charlie’s shoes and is working the rag in small, circular motions from heel to toe. Every so often he’ll replace the cloth for Charlie’s lighter and curl the shoe around the flame until the polish sizzles and glistened like glass.  

The other shoe, already done, sits at his thigh and gleams. It can catch his façade in its reflection and throws something back that could be him, if someone was really looking. But it only happens when he moves a certain way, and the morning light- blocked by his heavy curtains- escapes just right.

Charlie shifts in his sleep above his head and AR pauses, long enough to glance towards the bed.

He waits in silence, like a cat frozen in place until he is certain Charlie is asleep before returning to his rag.