I never thought about love when I thought about home
the social network. the winklevi. ~1000 words. incest. a short list of why of they were never that close.
notes: for
ava-leigh-fitz whose fictional-incest detecting superpower should be encourage and rewarded at every opportunity.
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Somewhere in the future there are matching marriages, wives who smile with perfect teeth and don’t bother to wait up with dinner. In the future there are neatly trimmed lawns and the same lives they once lived but from a different angle.
The only difference will be the collective lack of secretaries who spread their leg wider than is strictly necessary.
That’s not true. There will be secretaries. They just won’t be the only ones who are fucked.
I know this is a large section to quote but it kind of wraps up why I think this fic is absolutely fabulous. This was such a pleasure to read and captured Winklevii tones very, very well. Also, have I ever told you how distinctive your writing is? It is. It really is. I like to think I could pick out your words anywhere.
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In my head these two are the perfect rich boy cliches and you know how I love cliches.
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Also there is a brand new Marple tonight and I am so excite.
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Marple shows up here with a three month delay and its the one thing I enjoy watching with my mother, so I'm going to wait. But enjoy it for me.
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:( :( three month delays? Unspeakable. Also I got it confused with Upstairs, Downstairs last night, so it's on tonight. My love for period drama is ridiculous.
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Upstairs, Downstairs is tempting. But how was Marple?
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