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passenger-69 · 5 months

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#nude tights #on the train #nude pantyhose

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serinsola · 3 months

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#digicam #fieldcore #motion blur #nostalgia #midwest core #my pics #top posts #photographers on tumblr #on the train #rural america

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yakultstan · 25 days

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Parallel Fates

clang of the tracks rattling carriage flashes of flora and dust

fractured panes reflect unreciprocated familiarity a boy whom you shared first grade absorbed by the mass of strangers who all knowingly decay

seventeen years of silence now eternal, our bodies lie parallel blood gushing down the seats -

as cleanly as our sins deemed worthy of sacrificial act media slaves, headlined the tragic easter commute

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the-night-picture-collector · 23 days

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/ Brian Young, 1984

#brian young #nyc subway #on the train

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nylon-readers · 6 months

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#nude pantyhose #nude tights #on the train

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teatime-tights · 6 months

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#black pantyhose #black tights #on the train

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salchat · 4 months

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I'm on the train, heading up to London for my chemo, happily writing Destiel fanfic. Which makes me wonder, is there anyone else on the train into Destiel? Into fanfic, even? I hope so! If not, they don't know what they're missing!

I've started another installment of Secret Flowers, this one beginning with Dean talking to the daffodils and thinking about Doris Day.

I'm also in the middle of an AU kidfic, told from Charlie's POV, inspired by a certain pig-tailed con photo. I need to draw my version of it to illustrate my story. You can't really draw on the train, though. I've tried it. It's too wobbly.

Anyway, here's a bit of my Charlie-fic, which is as yet untitled:

“Hey, Charlie?”

She closed her eyes and sent a quick prayer to Ganesha, who she’d recently come across in a solo expedition into the humanities section of the local library and thought was a pretty cool kind of guy. Then she took a firm grip on her trusty pencil-lance and sat up, smiling brightly and, she hoped, unattractively.

“Dean!”

His lips wobbled, like he thought he should smile back, but cool, tough-guys didn’t smile. The potential smile got diverted into a choking splutter and his face turned bright red. Oh no. No. Please don’t, Dean.

He shifted awkwardly against the metal frame, which must be digging into his back.

“Uh, so…” One hand made a bit for freedom from his crossed arms. It rubbed the back of his neck and then scratched through his hair, which was a bit longer and more floppy than Dean’s usual short spikes. “Um…yeah, so, uh…”

This was torture. If he was going to declare undying love, he should just spit it out.

“So, uh…” Dean’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. And then there was a blurting mix of maybe ten or so mashed-up syllables, with an uptick at the end to show it was a question.

Charlie stared at him. “What?”

Dean’s eyes darted from the dusty ground to hers and back again. He took a deep breath and then ran through his word-mess again, just marginally slower.

“Whatd’youdoifyouthinkyoulikesomeone?”

Charlie ran the jumble through her mind again - slower, like re-inputting a line of code with the correct syntax.

“You like someone?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Yeah, I guess.”

“Like like like?”

“What?”

“Sorry. I mean, the more than friends kind of like.”

His mouth twisted, his eyes darted around the playground and he ran a hand over his head, totally messing up his hair.

“Yeah.” His voice was a strangled husk of its usual self. “I think.”

#fanfic #writing #on the train #destiel #supernatural

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kuroartsdotcom · 1 year