Chapters: 20/?
Fandom: The 1975 (Band)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy
Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg
Summary:
Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.
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Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.
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So you get invited to a 1 year-old birthday party... What to do? A bottle of scotch might be out of question.. probably.. what to bring, what to bring?! Eureka! I have found it.. 🦆🫐
@thethirdman8 🦆 Make way! 🫐 🫐 🫐 kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk... oh and 🐻🐻
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I've seen these statues. I love these statues. But I didn't know that THEY DRESS THE DUCKS UP FOR DIFFERENT OCCASIONS!!!!!
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mbta you’re forgiven for the week, this is the most wholesome reason for a train delay 🥺
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Maaan, I'm so bad at spotting nature metaphors, what's your favorite to include in your writing?
unhinged_prosody 🕺
Hi! 🕺
I'm putting this under a read more because I waffled on for a fair bit and it's not even about the base game 😭
So I'm including animals under nature because, well, they are nature - and I personify people as animals a lot in my writing (just in general, not even specific to this fic, i do it a lot about myself too, especially in my poetry)
Because we're all just animals! It can be degrading - depending on how it's done - but not all of the time.
I compare Harry to a dog a lot (nothing new there, there's a couple lines in game that reinforce this) but I think my favourite dog guy description came from one of the Kim chapters:
the captain's father; a man so old he should be retired, but sits at his desk chain-smoking. Something he's done for longer than you've been in the RCM. Maybe longer than you've been alive. As you penetrate the haze surrounding his desk his bloodshot eyes rise to meet your own. He reminds you somewhat of a saggy hunting dog, all lethargy and wrinkles.
Because i have no specific appearance in mind for the man (i.e. hair colour/ eyes/ whatever) as it's unimportant. S'more about vibes 👌
Gotta give a shout out to bird metaphors because they formed the theming of these fics in the first place! The peregrin falcon antique shop, references to ducks and geese across fics, the whole scene with the disabled duckling, the name of the case, "Imprinting", the series title "birds of a feather flock together", i just really fucking love birds.
Lmao anyway, you can tell that I REALLY like a metaphor if I turned it into a mind project (not nature related, but same with the "one man castle" thought project for Kim repressing his emotions)
So I'm dipping back into "Imprinting" because this one metaphor formed the basis of me writing over 250k about two fictional detectives last year...:
PROBLEM:
You were a man drowning in the sea of vices.
As you gave in to the waves and consigned yourself to your watery grave a gloved hand pulled you from the brine. *He* cradled your baby bird form in his palm and raised you from the ashes of the phoenix: Tequila Sunset. You have well and truly imprinted upon Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi.
SOLUTION:
You were drowning and he gave you a reason to float.
It's not so much that you imprinted on him, it's that you follow him by choice. You've shed your baby down-feathers and are more than able to walk on your own now, but do you want to?
BABY BIRD
IMPRINTING
DOWN FEATHERS
THE DEATH AND REBIRTH OF A PHOENIX
BOSH BOSH FUCKIN' BOSH 👌👌👌
But my ABSOLUTE favourite nature metaphor at the moment is the flowers metaphor for Kim's repression. Because when I was a teenager up until my mid 20s (going THROUGH it, not relevant) this was my outlook on love and human connection, too:
CONCEPTUALISATION [hard: success] - Don't plant flowers: they'll only wilt.
CONCEPTUALISATION [hard: success] - Love says 'These flowers were cut so you could buy them. They wilt - already - in your hand and that is *your* fault'.
I am now 27 and in the Springtime of my life, this man's 44 and approaching his own no matter how badly he's trying to beat it off with a stick. When I was in my early 20s, I was fairly convinced I would die wholly unloved (even in the beginning of the relationship I am still in!) Not the case! Healing is possible and I truely believe - or rather I know now - that there is no age cutoff.
This metaphor isn't finished yet, but it represents catharsis 🌱
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