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Noah Reid 🖤

Beauty in details

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MATT BOMER & JONATHAN BAILEY Deadline Contenders Television 2024

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MATT BOMER & JONATHAN BAILEY Deadline Contenders Television 2024

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flower concepts 🌻🌼

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Part of Hawk wished he could view the stadium again through those same fresh optimistic eyes, but the reality was, his eyes had never been that fresh. He’d been around major league baseball his whole life, and playing for the Washington Travelers had always felt like a foregone conclusion, never an opportunity. Certainly never something that stopped him in his tracks and caused him to look around. But Tim did stop, because this was something that he had dreamt of but never quite expected to become reality, and Hawk was there to witness it. And as his captain, to help usher Tim into a role, no, a life that would either make him or break him, if he could stick around long enough.

In the shadow of the tunnel, Hawk cupped Tim’s elbow, allowing his hand to linger long enough to say, “Welcome to the big leagues, Tim Laughlin.”

He meant it.

Tagging @jesterlesbian @mostlyinthemorning @redmyeyes @jamilas-pen @lispenardsstreet @startagainbuttercup @beyondxmeasure @this-is-bwr and anyone else who has words!

#fellow travelers #fellow travelers fic #AU #going going gone

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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

Aww thank you 😊

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Noah living his best life singing O Canada at the Yankees-Jays game today. x

#the cuteness #combined with the high note #hurrah

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Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

#I read the first few paragraphs #all kinds of shit is popular but that doesn’t mean it’s GOOD #I go on vibes #and if the vibes aren’t there I nope out

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mushroom monday! some new little guys and stickers for the collection lol

blue oyster | shiitake | enoki | reishi

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a few of hawk’s plaid shirts.

#that is a lot of fucking plaid sir #drape him in plaid #for his skippy

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Fellow Travelers 🤝 Shakespeare 🤝 Contrapoints

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | March Recap

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✍️ In addition to the fics highlighted below, there were a few new additions and updated chapters to the Promise You WILL Write collection. Check them out here! If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome! You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

🛠️ March was a celebration of fix-its! Check out our recap for the March Fix-It event hosted by @fellow-travelers-events 📣 The Features of the Month posts can be found here: Fic of the Month for March is: A Patchwork Life by likerealpeopledo | @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 Author of the Month for March is: @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) WIPs of the Month

🍀 do these teeth still match the wound  by brokendrums [E, 21K] It’s natural. There’s no sin in it. That’s all Hawk keeps saying. Whispers it to him as he pulls on Tim’s shirt, says it again when he tugs down his zipper, scrapes it across his jaw on the end of a kiss. There's no sin in taking what is gratefully given, no sin in the purest of heart. Not when you're praying at the altar of Hawkins Fuller.

What if it took a little longer for Tim to gather the courage to do the right thing and give himself up. His time in the cabin stretched out for a few extra weeks.

🍀 A Disaster, Beyond Measure  by drabbleswabbles [NR, 20K] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

🍀 Only The Lucky Ones Come Home  by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 1K] It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?

“You did this.”

The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.

Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.

🍀 In Sickness or In Health by Joycee [M, 12K] Instead of Tim, it’s Hawk who has AIDS.

🍀 we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac  by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🍀 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴  by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [G, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell…

🍀 Dreams Enfold You  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Tim is sick but won't sleep. Hawk finds a way to make him.

🍀 Sands of Time (Turn Backwards)  by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.

Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.

🍀 this time imperfect  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 13K] 1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.

🍀 Sometimes it's worth the pain  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

🍀 At the End of a Long Day  by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K] The words, which were just that, words, were too distilled and clean to have any association with Tim in his mind.

He’s passed. Yesterday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m only just calling now.

(Mary rings Hawk to tell him that Tim has died.)

🍀 I Sing the Body Electric  by telescape8 [M, 28K] Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

🍀 If it's magic...  by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 1K] It’s just fondness. It’s not love.

🍀 Here We Are In Heaven  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

🍀 With all due respect, fuck congestion  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

🍀 where are lies (when no words are spoken)  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 480]

“So,” Marcus starts with a smirk. “Tim.”

They’ve known each other for years, and Marcus really doesn’t need to ask questions for Hawk to understand him. Why him? What is special about him?

But the thing is, it works well the other way around. Hawk gives him a meaningful look. I don’t know what you are talking about.

Or a conversation between Marcus and Hawk set not long after Hawk took Tim at Cozy Corner in episode 1

🍀 Cutting this short would be most logical option  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 4K] It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.

🍀 Lights go down, and I hear you calling to me, yeah  by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 512] There was intrigue. There was wonder. Hawk’s damn heart literally skipped a beat. Skippy.

Or, the real answer to: “Who’s Skippy?”

🍀 Of Snuggles and Waffles  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

🍀 The Fixer  by drabbleswabbles [NR, 3K] Instead of Leonard, Hawk is the one arrested in a park bathroom.

🍀 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

🍀 All Dressed Up To Go Dreaming  by @bluebellsinburbank |  ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 4K] Naples, 1955. Hawk and Tim's first vacation together.

🍀 She's the lady of the house, a blind believer in all I dare to be by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 5K] “A boy needs his mother’s respect. Not only her love, but also her respect.” – Emerson Eggerichs

Or, 5 times Estelle Fuller is there for Hawk, 1 time Hawk is there for himself.

🍀 To Millions of Smiles  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Hawk comes home to a surprise.

🍀 Fetch  by @deputy-buck | Deputy_Buck [T, 1K] Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way.

🍀 gold-skinned, eager baby  by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

#fellow travelers fic recs #fellow travelers fics #I’m in here!

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Tim’s apartment didn’t hold any furniture to speak of, really, just a bed, two lawn chairs, a small table, a lamp. The rookie contract didn’t pay shit, and it showed, although one piece in the room did make it feel more like a home: a tiny bookshelf packed to overflowing with textbooks and photo albums, the available surface lined with plants. The Virgin Mary stared down at Hawk from her framed portrait with a beatific smile: I know what you want, Hawk, you can’t hide it from me.

It wasn’t long before Tim emerged from the kitchen bearing two servings of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Hawk balanced the paper plate on his knees, the soup bowl on the tiny table between the chairs. The entire setup was an accident waiting to happen and it took all of his strength not to tuck his napkin into his shirt collar to protect his newly dry cleaned clothing. “Looks delicious.”

“Looks warmed all the way through,” Tim countered, taking a tentative bite. “So what are you doing here, Hawk? I didn’t know team captains made social calls.”

“We don’t, unless you’re the anointed one.” Hawk chewed for a moment, butter and salt and cheese intermingling in a way that would have brought forth some sort of sense memory from childhood in most people, but in Hawk, nothing. It was just butter and salt and cheese in a room with a man that he wanted to know better. Intimately, perhaps.

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#fellow travelers fic #hawk x tim #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #my baseball AU #going going gone

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Some Sentences Sunday

This is my Fellow Travelers baseball AU, a fic that keeps growing in both outline and anxiety. It’s gonna span the 70s through modern day.

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Coach Smith’s crossed ankles were propped on his desk and he motioned for Hawk to sit down. “How’re the knees?”

After eight years in the majors, Hawk’s knees crackled and crunched like branches underfoot any time he moved, let alone played, but that was between him and his nightly ice bath routine. He loved his role as catcher, as captain, as the man who controlled the game, and he wasn’t going to let something as simply human as cartilage stop him from getting another few years under his belt.

Hawk nodded. “You know I’m good.”

“Some say you’re the best.” Coach flipped through a pile of paper on his desk. “Alsop’s arm is shot.”

Hawk had been calling Joe Alsop’s pitches lately “the Sunday drunks” because they tended to hang over the plate with an unholy wobble. “You calling somebody up?”

“Not just somebody. I think I can get us Fordham’s finest, Tim Laughlin.”

Hawk whistled. “Hail Mary himself?”

“As he lives and breathes.” Coach Smith dropped both feet to the ground and sprang up, nimble for a man of his age, then rounded the desk so he could perch against it. “But he’s gonna need a lot of hand-holding, Hawk. He’s twenty-two, he’s only spent a few months in the minors, and the scuttlebutt is that he’s a tad…fragile.”

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Jonathan Bailey attending the LOEWE “Crafted World” exhibition in Shanghai (x)