fic: for thirty years under the Borgias

[martyr4mylove4u]

For thirty years under the Borgias.
Political Animals. T.J. Hammond (T.J./Douglas, T.J./Everyone). r. 6800 words. Summary: You can be born a Hammond but you still have to earn the title. It's not about family. It's not about power. It's about ambition and killer instinct and the city might belong to his parents but one T.J. will tear down every

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[introductory]

Fuck, jesus, this is fucking masterful.

[enemeriad]

Now that the series is over, this seems like a really really really really apt fic. It's perfect. Everyone is so well constructed. Jagged, and painful but mercilessly good.

There is no god. T.J. is his own god, come down from heaven to share the good word: life is a very long, boring prelude to death. Life is a cruel joke and the one drug that you’ll never take enough of but that will kill you anyway. Life is what you make it. Life is what keeps T.J. laughing and constantly aching and hungry for the things he cannot have but will reach out and take anyway. God isn’t dead. He’s right there, in the White House; his hand on the red button, shaking the floorboards and staring from every wall with dead men’s eyes. Life is what you make it. God is what you make him. God is power, the sort that Douglas can’t imagine, the sort T.J. abuses every time he spreads his legs wide and snarls straight into camera. God. What do you need god for anyway? You’re America. You bless your fucking self.

This, though, this is art.

[mayqueen517]

Someone recced this over on Tumblr and I decided to come read it and I DID NOT EXPECT TO BE SITTING HERE WONDERING WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH THE REST OF MY DAY.

But holy fucking shit, this was as sharp and as jagged as TJ on the show and even better than the show itself. It was amazing and beautifully written.

Just. holy wow. Amazing job!

[justadrea_m]

this is just..wow.really amazing.