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street-walking cheetah with a capital G, now get your hands up, now get your hands up
Exert from How to Catch on Fire, Zach's POV
( Sometimes when we’re eating breakfast together on top of different counters, I put down my Lucky Charms or Cocoa Puffs or Rice Crispies and let them sit abandoned snap, crackle, popping on the linoleum-wood like my pent up frustrations and stare at him wordlessly until he stares back unwittingly, kind of confused and surprised. And then I say, “You’re gay,” and pick up my bowl and dig right back in without looking at him again. ) -
charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler, now I see it's a comfort to you
Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, minor character's various POV's
( Whatever the reason, Brendon pulls Ryan off into corners and just talks in his ear, closed off from the rest of us. Sometimes Ryan responds by shoving him away, sometimes by obliging and letting Brendon stay close. Sometimes, and this is what I like to see the most, Ryan smiles at something Brendon's said, let's his hand wander down to Brendon's waist. Pulls him in. ) -
I won't give up that ghost, it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Mikey's POV
( “He couldn’t even make it one day.” He reiterates, motioning in Pete’s direction. His tone is reminiscent of someone who is disappointed in their high spirited puppy when it chews another pair of their underwear. “If he weren’t out cold, I’d slap him in the face.” ) -
she's got eyes comparable to sunrises, and it doesn't stop there
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Brendon POV
( A lot of times when you run away, you run straight into the arms of another disaster. ) -
and is it worth the wait, all this killing time?
Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Brendon's POV
( Moments like this are perfect; when we’re all here together forgetting that half of us hate each other and half of us scare each other and half of us just aren’t very close at all. We’re all outcasts, united by drugs and tongues and the almost-Summertime. ) -
well the crooks are out, and the streets are grey
The tentatively named Midnight Run, the one-shot about rich boys, bastards, and amateur bounty hunting.
( Jon glares at Theo even though he’s admitted to me in the past that it was a bad habit of his. “Just think of me as your personal spell check,” he replies dryly in the present, “I’m like that Paperclip at the bottom of Microsoft Word.” ) -
my boy builds coffins, he makes them all day, but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Frank's POV
( My life is tilting; my life is chaotic surrealism, like a Picasso. Pete’s face is like a fun house mirror. )