“Now listen. I know you don’t think of yourself as a famous person, but news flash, non-famous people don’t get invited to things by Lady Gaga, so do me a favor and pretend you’re a normal celebrity, just for tonight, okay?” from a prompt at aianonlovefest.*
It sort of sneaks up on him, halfway through the train ride to Niagara Falls, during an innocuous moment when Parker casually props her feet up on an empty seat, her calf brushing his in the cramped space.*
It’s not actually happening. No, like – Kris knows what that little plus sign means, that little, evil plus sign, but – it’s not really there. This is all a hallucination. It makes so much sense.*
“So,” he says dully, “basically, I have no control over my own life, I’m supposed to marry a man I barely know, for fucked up political reasons that I couldn’t possibly care less about. What else is new?” In which personal is political and revolution is more complex than it seems.*
If I’d known I was following some Middle Ages husband-finding potion I totally wouldn’t have listened to it!*