Tish
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- The Terror (TV 2018) (51)
- The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) (23)
- Fake News FPF (12)
- Fake News RPF (12)
- Pundit & Broadcast Journalist RPF (US) (10)
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Soulmates are part of a barely explored region of the human experience. Lt. Edward Little is about to embark on a journey into the unknown.
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The best time for a picnic is right now. The best place for a picnic is right here. The best company for a picnic is YOU! <3
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It's cold. Withnail's miserable. Nothing new there.
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There's more than one way to warm up after the cold.
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https://theterrorrarepairweek.tumblr.com/
Monday 11th - Missing Moments Monday
How did it all start between your two unlikely lovers? Tell us!Tuesday 12th - Tender Tuesday
Care taken, surprises planned, comforts provided. What’s their love language?Wednesday 13th - Weddingsday
Wedding bells are ringing. But does anyone object?Thursday 14th - Thirstday
You know what this one is.Friday 15th - Frightday
The magical and macabre, the ghoulish and grotesque. If it’s made your skin crawl, it goes here.Saturday 16th - Sadderday
Bring tissues.Sunday 17th - Irving’s Sunday Fun Day
Free reign! Any pairing, any plot, as long as it’s Good Christian Fun. (It doesn’t have to be Good Christian Fun)- Words:
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Written for HalloweenTerrorfest 2019.
Day 1. It’s alive
Day 2. Never sleep again
Day 3. They’re here
Day 4. What I once used to dream, I now dread
Day 5. You found me beautiful once
Day 6. They’re coming to get you
Day 7. A disquieting metamorphosis
Day 8. Call in the spirits
Day 9. I never drink wine
Day 10. Sometimes, dead is better
Day 11. Corruptible mortal state
Day 12. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Day 13. This is Halloween- Words:
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Diabolical Drabbles by Tish
Fandom Fake News FPF, Fake News RPF, Political RPF - US 21st c., Pundit RPF (US), Strangers With Candy, The West Wing
16 Feb 2013
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Being various and sundry drabbles/mini/micro fics in Fake News and associated fandoms. They're Diabolical 'cos they're not exactly 100 words.
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take out your breath, watch it come awake by saturni_stellis for dissembler
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
03 Apr 2021
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All those touches that lingered too long...all those looks they shared in the dead of night when the ship slept and it seemed like they were the last two people left on this earth...out here in this forgotten and forsaken place, adrift from everyone but each other. Was this really all it took? Just for Francis to ask?
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When they return from the carnage that has been Carnivale, Crozier, not wanting to be alone, asks Jopson to sleep in the same bed as him, not as his commander but as his friend.
Jopson, of course, obliges.
Things escalate from there
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Sergeant Tozer comes upon a strange scene on the orlop deck.
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A man asleep was very different than a man awake. Hard work and discipline ensured that in the daytime Sergeant Tozer saw what Edward wanted him to see: the upright Lieutenant Little, altogether competent and respectable. But without conscious effort, with his body and soul slackened into unconsciousness, who knew what would be visible?
for my Terror Bingo square: "Sharing a Bed"
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Bookmarked by Tish
29 Jan 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
A delightfully sexy Shame Edward Little Power Hour fic!
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Molly Houses and Sodomites by stinkyfic
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018), The Terror - Dan Simmons
26 Jan 2021
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Mr Goodsir looked towards the floor, a look of silent despair on his face. He took a deep breath.
“I’ve been…having thoughts, Doctor.”
“A miracle, one might think.”
“No…not like…” a pause, he refused to look Stephen in the eye. “I think you know what I mean by that, Sir.”
Stephen considered the downturned face of Mr Goodsir for a while, his arms uncrossing to lean one on his desk, his fingers gently drumming against the wood as Goodsir sank deeper and deeper into mortification under the doctors knowing look.
“You mean… thoughts of an unchristian nature?”
Mr Goodsir approaches Dr Stanley with the hopes that he would have some form of medical cure for inappropriate thoughts, which have been plaguing him. Stanley has something that might help.