[ct] 54.2 - little children quote

Oh, that's nice. So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist?

No, no, it's not the cheating. It's the hunger. The hunger for an alternative, and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness.

Nobody believes me when I tell them there’s no one else, that there never will be. They think it’s too soon to know that, they think I’ll get on with my life. I won’t. Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I won’t settle for something else ‘cause it’ll only ever be good enough. It won’t be what I had, and for me? It’s perfect happiness or nothing.

Being with Zee changed my life. I mean, fuck…what we had was so real, so strong that it made a miracle. May shouldn’t exist, but here she is. What else could I hope to have after that? Warmth, affection, stability? Sure, but it’s not enough. Great sex, good physical chemistry, a healthy love life? Yeah, I don’t deny other women appeal to me, or that I could probably sleep with some of ‘em.

It’s not enough. It’s a shadow of that fairy tale, ass-kicking, maelstrom romance I found with my girl. I can’t live with that. I don’t know who in their right mind could. I’ve never been able to settle, not in all my lifetimes. If one woman wasn’t enough, I found others and I had everything I needed. This time, I got lucky: I found all the passion and tenderness I’d ever need in a single girl.

I won’t even get into how big a betrayal it would be, not when my heart can’t forget her. When I can’t feel the void she left, when I can still reach out and feel her like she’s close enough to touch…I’m well aware that I’m marrying a ghost. The new tattoo I got, the ring around my finger? It’s the reason I felt I had to address this shit. I get asked about it so goddamn much now it’s insane.

Love left me, so I married the memory. Getting off or getting together with someone doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters to me is May, my friends, and my career. The world lost something beautiful when it lost Ziyah Ambrogio…it’s my job to put that beauty back.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 344
Partner: Ziyah Ambrogio (zee_ali) [deceased]

May have done this before, but I'm Bee's personal sheep.

1. When you are getting physical with someone, do you prefer to be dominant or submissive? Isn't that kinda personal? Well, if I gotta answer... I don't have much give in the bedroom. I'm not exactly dominant, but I take what I want.

2. With your current razor, do you get a good, clean shave? Pretty much, yeah. Zee used to like a little stubble, though, so...

3. Describe your favorite pair of underwear? Uh...again, kinda personal? I wear boxer briefs. Do with that what you will.

4. What are your thoughts on God? More than one, and the one I need is MIA.

5. Do you prefer vampires or werewolves? Vampires 'cause a stake gets it done.

6. Have you ever been 'hot for teacher?' Not that I can recall.

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[wm] 78.6 - 'Revelation'

“It’s…her story.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s her story…all of ‘em. Oh God, it’s her.”

“Tommy, what are you talking about?”

Blinking, Tommy stared at Channing as if seeing her for the first time, though they’d been comparing fabric swatches for her backdrop onstage for over an hour. The revelation hit him in the middle of agonizing over three different shades of crimson, slamming into him so hard that his hands were shaking and he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

“Tommy, you’re shaking…you’re white as a sheet! Are you okay?”

His knees were jelly as he moved to the center of the theater’s stage, then strode over to grab a bolt of cloth from the left side and shook it into the air. Blood red streamed behind him as he stalked back swiftly, creating a ribbon of color that rippled and fell like water to reveal a series of paintings that hadn’t been on the empty stage a moment before.

( “The dreams, the paintings…it’s her, Chan.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 529

[sws] post where Tommy agonizes...

[They mean something...I missed it...]