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the HB fic
And we're done. Now excuse me while I go and sit in the corner with my hands over my bright pink face and have a quiet attack of the vapours. OMG. Where did that porn come from. WHERE.
(After some consideration I have decided to blame it all on Stephen Campbell Moore, for playing Irwin in such a way as to leave me firmly convinced that the man has a dirty imagination hidden deep (deep, deep) beneath his exterior.)
when our falsehoods are divided -- The History Boys, Irwin/Dakin -- In the imperfect subjunctive the verb mentir becomes mentissions, its edges dragged out into alluring sibilants. First person plural, because Dakin knew that neither of them were ever completely honest; imperfect, because the past had never been anything but.
(After some consideration I have decided to blame it all on Stephen Campbell Moore, for playing Irwin in such a way as to leave me firmly convinced that the man has a dirty imagination hidden deep (deep, deep) beneath his exterior.)
when our falsehoods are divided -- The History Boys, Irwin/Dakin -- In the imperfect subjunctive the verb mentir becomes mentissions, its edges dragged out into alluring sibilants. First person plural, because Dakin knew that neither of them were ever completely honest; imperfect, because the past had never been anything but.