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Benji’s sorta lost interest in the movie.
Benji and Will watch Ang Lee’s Sense & Sensibility and refuse to talk about their feelings.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Benji’s sorta lost interest in the movie.
Benji and Will watch Ang Lee’s Sense & Sensibility and refuse to talk about their feelings.

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AIN’T NO ANGELS GONNA GREET ME | Clint/Bruce, Kate/America | R, 12k
Living in Greenwich Village after the war, Clint and Kate witness the destructive effects of what will become the Lavender Scare first hand. Bars are raided, arrests are rampant, and beatings are common. They try to protect their community as best they can, but then, one day, Bruce Banner ends up on the doorstep of their detective agency, bringing trouble of a whole other magnitude. (x)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Are you sure this is where you wanna be?” Geoff asked, but he could tell already it was a moot point, because Lindsay’s face shifted into the hesitant little frown that meant she was about to ask if she was bothering him or in the way, which meant he was going to drop the subject like it was on fire.
Aaaand another one ‘cause I have responsibilties to avoid! Yay!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You have really crazy Canadian friends,” Geoff said at length.
New dadwood ficlet!
dadwood au masterpost
since i realized half the posts don’t show up in the tag:
FIC:
now you know, and here i am by tinypi
all this could be yours by vulpesvortex
come and find me in this moment by vulpesvortex
to me and to the night by vulpesvortex (nsfw)
no high like this by vulpesvortex
(restless nights to restless years by vulpesvortex)
when they love you and they will by vulpesvortex
always find your way to southern hands by tinypi
tell them all, they’ll love in my shadow by vulpesvortex
northern soul in southern lands by vulpesvortex
cold sweat blues by vulpesvortex
sing back to you by vulpesvortex
ART:
the original dadwood family pic
geoff ramsey: marker mustache artist
concert smooch
jungle book family dress up
interrupted makeouts
teen punk geoff | (polaroid colors)
dadwood family duckling train

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two new dadwood ficlets!
no high like this (G) | 1k
At 5:30 Geoff decided fuck it, he was locking up and going home.
No, not home. Ryan’s place.
to me and to the night (NC-17) | 1.5k
Geoff stays the night.
..........i just wrote 1k of soft dadwood boning on my phone and i don't know if i wanna cheer or throw myself into a fire pit
a very self-indulgent doodle of teen punk geoff, for a little ficlet i wrote for the dadwood au:
“Why have I never been here before?” Ryan asks, peering through the haze of confetti at the clusters of electric guitars, synthesizers, and other assorted instruments scattered around the store. There’s some kind of music event party at the equipment store, disco lights and brightly colored flags strung along the ceiling. A pimplefaced 19 year old is mixing beats at a turntable in the corner and people in band tees and tattoos are milling every where, chatting amiably and swaying to the music. “You’ve never needed your strings tightened?” Geoff says wickedly, his arm warm around Ryan’s shoulders and his smile bright enough to elicit a tug in Ryan’s stomach. “Yeah, but you’re here,” Ryan says, then blushes. “I mean, you work here.” He runs his fingers curiously over the corner of one of the professional-looking keyboards. “I don’t really know anything about music,” he says apologetically. Music is clearly important to Geoff, and it bothers him that he can’t engage that enthusiastically on it with him, not like Geoff’s friends do. It’s not that Ryan doesn’t like music when it’s played near him, but he doesn’t really have any emphatic opinions about it, apart from not really being into anything too loud or screamy. “That’s okay.” Geoff nudges Ryan’s neck with his nose, eyes closing in quiet mirth. “At least your taste in movies is alright. And I think, with I little persuasion, I can almost make you appreciate Hendrix. The way he’s supposed to be appreciated, I mean. Not all that intellectual I-get-what-he-meant-to-rock-history, though, you know, history is important, but I mean, viscerally. Like, feel it in your spine. In your nuts.” “I have no intention of getting Jimi Hendrix anywhere near my nuts, Geoff.”
“Hey!” Jack, Geoff’s friend from the park concert, appears out of the crowd, slinging an arm over Geoff’s shoulder. Ryan’s met him a handful of times since he and Geoff started going out, and Jack always seems full of good cheer. This time is no different. “This guy,” Jack says, bright with energetic fondness and, no doubt, the beer that’s been going around, “ is amazing!” He thumps Geoff on the stomach until Geoff slaps his hand away, laughing – “Jack, shuddup,” – and leans in seriously. “Geoff here, can’t hold a tune on a triangle – try as he might - but this guy can listen to you play and find you what you need to make it perfect,” Jack snaps his finger, “ just like that!” “It was punk, I didn’t need to hold a tune, asshole,” Geoff snarks back without missing a beat. “And anyone coulda told ya you didn’t need to have a bass that low, just ‘cause you suffered an unfortunate overexposure to Sabbath at an impressionable age-“ “Punk?” Ryan interjects. Geoff flushes, halting in the middle of his playful tirade on Jack’s musical influences. “Yeah, I, uh…” “He was in a punk band.” Jack finishes for him. His smirk widens until it’s a shiteating grin. “In college.” Geoff punches his shoulder. “Don’t give my boyfriend blackmail fodder, Jack.” “God, what were you guys called again? Great Mistakes?” “Eight Mistakes,” Geoff corrects with a delightful mix of embarrassment and pride. Ryan is charmed all over again, just like in the ice cream parlor when Geoff bore the Great Mustache Inquisition with equanimity. Just like when Ryan had texted Geoff after a miserable day at work and he’d shown up on Ryan’s doorstep with takeout pizza and a movie after the kids had gone to bed, or the bashful, hesitant smile he’d given him when Ryan had invited him to stay over the first time, like he couldn’t quite believe it and didn’t want to overstep. He’s been feeling charmed a lot, is what he’s saying. Ryan could start a flippin’ butterfly collection with the way Geoff makes him feel. Jack’s pulling him out from under Geoff’s arm. “There’s a picture on the pinboard in the employee lounge! Come on, I’ll show you.” “Jack!” Geoff yells after them, clearly scandalized by this blatant betrayal of loyalty on both their parts, though he’s laughing too. Ryan doesn’t feel too bad about abandoning Geoff. Especially when he sees the pictures.
so about that regency au
here’s a little scene set somewhere after they’ve met but before ryan has clued in to wanting geoff, and geoff is just very alluring and also, a lot amused.
basically 500 words of regency era handporn idek man i have no excuse
(TW: gore ‘cause anatomy lessons)
A little dadwood au prompt, i don't know how old you would be willing to go with gav and lindsay but i'd love to see geoff and ryan trying to do the puberty/period talk with lindsay (who thinks she's got it all figured out anyway) and ryan being the one who's doubting his parenting skills this time cos this is so not in his experience what if he gets it wrong and geoff has to reassure him.
This prompt was unexpectedly inspiring so here’s 1.5k of pretty much exactly that ;-P

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come and find me in this moment (ramwood, domestic au)
Summary: "Is there anything you wanted to ask me or Geoff? About what you saw, or anything else?" Ryan had turned mostly to Lindsay, as Gavin was starting to droop sleepily against Geoff's chest, one hand curled in the thin fabric of his t-shirt, but surprisingly it was Gavin who answered.
"Geoff?” Gavin turned his face up to look at him, his eyebrows pressed together in a small frown. “Do you love us?"
also on ao3
i wanted to tell you this story without having to confess anything (hal/royston, ballet au)
“Hal,” Royston could hear the shock in his own voice. It was opening night. It was very late. Hal should be out celebrating with his friends, should be drinking to the standing ovation they had gotten from the audience, the effusive interview the Gazette reporter had done with them backstage. Instead, Hal was here, at Royston’s door.
quick heads-up to anyone who requested fic: i’m working on it but uni is nuts rn so it’ll take a lil’ while!
... Adamo asking Royston for advice re: Laure and regretting it almost instantly?
(I’m sorry this is probably not the hilariousness you were hoping for, I tend heavily towards sap and sads T.T)
“You’ve outdone me. I’m impressed,” Royston said, exhaling a puff of vanilla-scented smoke from the flavoured cigarettes he favoured that week, and clearly enjoying himself. “You’ll have to resign your teaching position, of course. There’s a certain scandale to bedding one’s students, whereas bedding one’s assistant,” he waved a hand, grinning.” “But then I don’t think you were overly attached there.”
“Sod the job,” Adamo snapped. “I’d toss that up for a coin. I didn’t come here to talk about the job. I just want you to tell me I can’t see her.”
Owen had realized going in that if he were looking for censure, he should probably pick a different friend to confess to. But then, the history he shared with Royston far outstripped that of any other confidants, and the man did have the advantage of similar experience. There wasn’t really any competition for the job.
Owen tried not to think that maybe he didn’t want to be convinced.
In any case, he had definitely not expected Royston’s coolly pragmatic approach to the situation. He had expected to at least be deterred a little, if only on account of Royston’s own run of bad luck with lovers before taking up with the farmboy who, Owen had to concede, appeared to be sticking around.
“It’s not so bad as all that. She seems an outspoken girl, and good at thinking on her feet. What did she ask you again, that first class?”
“She asked me how come Proudmouth never lit me on fire.” Owen felt himself smile at the memory.
“Right. So, it would be no stretch to assume that, should your regard be returned, she would speak up, yes? Or tell you to sod off if it wasn’t, which might be more important to you.” Royston was speaking gently, and Owen found that his hackles had gone down a little. “Let her actions dictate yours. If you are wanted, she’ll let you know. You can figure out the rest between yourselves.”
“I can’t help but feel it would be taking advantage,” Owen admitted. He did not find himself attracted often, and cursed his luck for his heart settling its desires on so unsuitable a subject. On top of all his misgivings, he was not entirely certain his regard was returned. It would not be the first time the reputation of the Dragon Corps had inspired some ill-conceived case of hero-worship, though in his experience extended exposure to his company usually saw to any Romantic notions quick enough. “What use does a girl like that have for an outworn old soldier like me anyway?” Owen said, shifting restlessly in his chair, uncomfortable with both the conversation and his seat. “It’s very well to speak of my happiness, but I’ve little enough to offer her.”
“I think that is for her to decide, don’t you? Twenty is not a child, anymore. Trust that she knows her own mind.” Royston sighed, rubbing a hand at his brow. “I spent a long time trying to dissuade Hal, because I believed he would be better for it, that I knew his heart better than he. That he could not possibly know what experience had taught me. And I almost had cause to be very sorry for it.”
Owen shifted again. He didn’t like to think how close things had been for Royston during the magicians’ sickness. “You can’t know this is like that.”
“Nor can you that it is not.” Royston said. He sighed again, more heavily, and sat forward to put a hand on Adamo’s knee. “Listen, my friend. Even if it does not last, would the damage be so great? You are a good man, and I know your intentions to be honourable. That girl won’t let anyone take her for a ride.”
“I’d marry her if she’d have me,” Owen said, confession and agreement both. “But I am so much older-”
“Yes,” Royston agreed, smiling now. “And I should like to see you happy before you go gray, old friend,” he said, the joke heavy with heartfelt sentiment.
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yooo fic prompt time: gav's kindergarten picnic is coming up but then! two days before, ryan sprains his ankle pretty bad so now HOW WILL HE DO THE THREE-LEGGED PARENT-KID RACE WITH GAV??? gav has been looking forward to this as soon as it was established to be a thing WHO COULD POSSIBLY FILL IN THAT ROLE NOW AND BE MISTAKEN FOR GAV'S DAD BY NEW PARENTS THAT DON'T KNOW EVERYONE YET???
Geoff did not think this through. Yesterday when Ryan mentioned the worst part of spraining his ankle was Gavin’s face when he had to tell him he wouldn’t be able to take him to the kindergarten picnic, Geoff had said, “So basically you need someone to fill in,” quickly followed by, “Sure, I’ll take him. Consider it done,” because, sure, he liked kids, Gavin was adorable, and he wasn’t doing anything today anyway.
Ryan’s resulting smile was bright and so grateful, and Gavin jumped all over him in triumphant excitement, so even if Geoff had taken a moment to consider it, he wouldn’t have done anything different. But he hadn’t thought about how it would look.
TAKE SHELTER by vulpesvortex | benji/brandt | r, 15k
When the IMF vanishes into thin air, Benji and Will are forced to go into hiding in Paris.