17 Works by terminalfids
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"I have never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him," Will admitted in a whisper, and it was true. His skin ached with it, felt like he might simply burst from it. It wasn't enough to contain him.
"Then you owe Randall Tier a debt," Dr. Lecter mused softly, still holding on to Will's hand as he cast a glance over the corpse before them. "How will you repay him?"
"I want to skin him," he said after a long moment, dragged out until he could feel Dr. Lecter's emotions swallow his own with anticipation. The man's feelings were bombastic. Loud and inescapable when he let them fly free on his face. It was easy to submerge himself in it, mirror it, until Will felt more of Dr. Lecter in his head than himself. Dr. Lecter wasn't a psychopath. He was more emotionally alive than anyone Will had ever met. He just also happened to be able to act as cruelly as though he felt nothing at all but cold curiosity at the simple flip of a switch. "I need the- the parts. I want to build him a monument. Do you know a place where I might do that?"
For the second time since his release from the BSHCI he thought that Dr. Lecter might kiss him. He told himself that he was relieved when he did not.
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The door closes against the early morning noise at the front of the bus and he is alone. Sheets, sticky-warm and crumpled underneath him rustle against the thin bunk mattress as he turns his face into them with a groan and a fervent wish that the day would only wait a few hours longer. He fishes around in them in search of his Sidekick, tugging it loose from where it's tangled under his ass with a grunt. The time gazes back at him, fucking merciless. 10:05 am. July 28th, 2007. They're in San Bernardino, California, and Frank already knows it's gonna be a hot one.
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AKA: the prorev kiss... and what (who) came after
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- Part 3 of weird fiction, real life
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Mikey got the call about his older brother on a Wednesday.
He was an artist, Frank knew. He was a cartoonist over in Manhattan for Cartoon Network. He'd gotten Mikey into the Misfits, the Smashing Pumpkins, Iron Maiden. Dude had taste in music. And that was how Mikey'd met Frank, in the Jersey punk scene last year when Frank was fresh out of high school. He was kind of a hermit apparently, and a huge nerd- if Mikey was to be believed. Which meant Frank was dubious about how much of a nerd he could really be, because this was Mikey talking. Mikey was such a nerd it blew Frank's mind, so his brother had to be like, so geeky. He was twenty-four- so not ancient- and he'd seen pictures so he at least knew what the guy looked like (cute, awkward, pale, with dark hair and really lovely eyes) but they'd never been in the same school and he never went out to the parties Frank and Mikey went to every weekend, so Frank had never met him. Now he never would.
Just forty-eight hours after he went missing, it was all over. Gerard Way was officially declared dead on September 26th, 2001.
or; how gerard died and learned to love frank like only the undead could
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“Dean, I’m going to raise a colony of bees. I miss the wild hive I used to watch here in town,” Cas said one day, apropos of nothing in particular. “Ever since they moved out of that old tree just down the road it hasn’t felt right around here without them.” He stared down at the ice ball rolling about a shallow amber sea in one of their little crystal tumblers pensively. “I think we’ve got enough space on the bunker roof for a small hive box, and maybe a few flower pots. It could be… discreet.”
Four months since the end. Four months since they killed God. Three months since his last hunt, and Dean is out. What’s a guy to do?
Buy a house with Cas and raise some bees, obviously.
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in the end (do you think i have forgotten about you?) by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
17 Mar 2023
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In the electric, buzzing dark of the stage right wing of the Forum, Frank is frozen. His guitar is in his hands and his wife is kissing him on the cheek, but his feet have turned to lead in his sneakers. It's the last show. Five nights in LA and then there'll be nothing for months, until they strike out on an abbreviated tour leg in the Pacific next March. And after that, what will there be? Frank knows what he wants. He's just not convinced yet that any of it is even a possibility outside of his own head.
Draped in his own shadows across the stage, he sees him. Gerard sees him too and he smiles, bouncing in place and tugging unselfconsciously at his shirt, starting to summon that otherworldly whirlwind of energy within himself that he'll tear them all to shreds with onstage before he tenderly pieces them back together again.
Christ, but he's the same as he ever was. It could be their first show together, rather than nearly the thousandth. One thought loops around and around in his mind, piercingly urgent. Don't let this go.
Don't let go.
AKA: we all find our way back in the end
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- Part 6 of weird fiction, real life
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i keep on waiting for a sign (i regret you all the time) by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
28 Oct 2022
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He's got it figured out, now. It's taken nearly an hour to figure out the fingering for the chord progression at the bridge, but he's got it now, and as soon as he's laid down one good, clean take he can pass it off to Ray. Not bad, for a morning's productivity. Frank's been eager to get back on the road. If it were up to him, they'd always have a show to play. He loves being home, of course, with Jamia and the kids, but when he's on tour, he thrives. It's something about the unique chemistry where they combine the music, the camaraderie, the endless adventure of art- nothing feels more alive.
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AKA: the fall
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- Part 5 of weird fiction, real life
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you can see it with the lights out (you're in love) by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
07 Oct 2022
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In the near-silence of his bedroom, the sound of his pulse in his ears dwarfs any static audible from the television. The space between one heartbeat and the next feels like eternity. No one has ever believed in him like this before. Believed in them. Frank, by getting this tattoo, has just declared to the entire world that his life is Gerard's. That he is willing to abandon any pretext of a normal future permanently, because he believes in the future they're creating together. And it's all etched in ink on his skin just inches from Gerard's fingertips where Frank sleeps in his lap. In his bed. Gerard wants to laugh until he collapses. He wants to cry until he's choking on it. No one has ever loved him like this before.
Oh.
Oh.
So this is what it feels like. Love. It's intoxicating. Thrilling. Completely, all-consumingly terrifying.
Gerard wants more of this feeling, forever.
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AKA: the 'frankie with the scorpion tattoo' fic
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- Part 2 of weird fiction, real life
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or, a change in essence, which occurs at the moment the eucharist passes between the lips of the devout and becomes the very substance of the lord
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- Part 2 of a sacrament to be taken kneeling
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wishing i could write my name on (your back) by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
01 Sep 2022
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October 31st 2001 was grey and cold and entirely unremarkable. Except, of course, for the most remarkable thing of all.
Today was the biggest mistake of Gerard Way's life.
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AKA: the beginning of something new.
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- Part 1 of weird fiction, real life
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songs of desperation, i played them for you by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
25 Aug 2022
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When Gerard looked at Frank now it made him feel like he was nothing at all. Like he was invisible, not even a single mote of dust in Gerard's rearview mirror as he drove off into a sunset. Of sorts.
They didn't need him inside. His gear was already unloaded and set up and soundchecked earlier that afternoon, because he was a fucking professional, and so out he went.
"On in forty five," Mikey muttered as Frank shuffled past him, looking at him warily. Wary like someone is of a starving, pathetic animal that might bite them if they tried to help it. He'd already apologized to Ray for yelling though, so Mikey had no right to look at him like that.
He just nodded back.
Oh, New Jersey. Sweet, disgusting, gritty, soaking, darling, grimy New Jersey.
They were in Hoboken tonight. It really was meant to be a homecoming, triumphant and riotous, but it felt more like the steady drive of nails into a coffin. It felt like an ending. And maybe it was.
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AKA: the live in hoboken concert breaks me and i needed to get out here and patch things up myself (and maybe make it a little worse, too)
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- Part 4 of weird fiction, real life
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disarm by terminalfids
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - My Chemical Romance (Album)
11 Apr 2022
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It's been almost six years since the bombs fell. Everything has changed, but this- this thing, between them- has stayed the same. Poison just knows how to make him feel things he'd rather not look at directly. Always has.
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“You gave us a written list yesterday. Twice. Couldn’t fuck up blackout drunk.”
Chuck snorted, shaking his head in self-deprecation. “Just doing my job, Cas.”
“We’ll do ours,” he called over his shoulder, continuing down the central path briskly. “We’ve all got our part to play.”
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the opening dialogue to the eucharistic prayer, or anaphora, translated to english means "lift up your hearts", and is the beginning of a devout worshipper's holy communion with god
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- Part 1 of a sacrament to be taken kneeling
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He finds Cas in a green field just beyond where the edge of the forest breaks and turns to prairie. He’s just standing there, leaning his right shoulder up against a sprawling, gnarled old oak tree.
It looks like Dean is almost expected.
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shrike by terminalfids
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types
28 Aug 2020
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It had been just an hour, and it was already harder to remember the sound of his voice. His laugh. His quiet snoring when he falls asleep at their table over a cup of Gatalenten tea and his latest book. It was harder to remember the red-gold glittering softness of his hair, the kind smile that crinkled his eyes, the warmth of his battle-worn hands.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead, and Anakin Skywalker has never felt so alone. -
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A snapshot piece looking into one of the most difficult periods for U2- the early days in Berlin, just after the fall of the wall. My take on the conflict, the love, and the creativity that bloomed there, leading to the creation of one of the best rock albums of all time- Achtung Baby.
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It all began in the night. The night before there was light- before there was the Morning Star-
Before there was Lucifer.
Title is in Finnish.