#nonlinear narrative

[ena-113]

A human crewmate, Mia, held a long thin box. It seemed to have paper and plastic peices inside, based on the sound. A puzzle perhaps? A few other crewmates trailed behind them.

"Hey Bob! Wanna join us? We're playing Clue, it's a board game from earth."

Bob nodded and joined the others trailing after Mia. He had no idea what a 'board game' was, but it seemed fun. They eventually all gathered around a table in the cafeteria.

"Okay, so it's a murder mystery and we have to figure out who killed Mr. Body. We're all possible suspe-" Mia started to set up the board and explain, but was cut off by Jli'yan.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but why do humans have a game centered on murder and distrust?"

"Cause it's fun, thrilling. Good for poker face practice." Kaya answered, shuffling cards. They then nodded towards Mia to continue explaining.

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[roverjamball]

year of the OTP 2025

March - "what are you doing with that"

March • fresh starts • "what are you doing with that" • florist/tattoo artist • phone sex • major character death • Take Care

Gotham Wayne Manor BatCave

“Who’s that?” Damian asked. 

Deep with in a cave, on the most decked out, ergonomic chair, silhouetted by the BatComputer, sat Tim Drake. 

The famed Red Robin. 

World renowned for his detective skills. 

He hadn’t noticed Damian standing behind him, leaning over his shoulder, nearly sniffing Drake’s hair, until Domain’d spoken in his ear that is. 

“Raven.” Blurted Tim. He jumped three feet high in supprise, nearly clipping Damian on his chin. 

“um .. of the Teen Titans.”

“Yeah?”  I put the right amount of curiosity in my voice. 

Damian moved a safe distance from the jumpy Tim. It wasn’t every day you can sneak up on him, even distracted. As he moved closer to a window showing an obviously stressed Raven, Damian felt something. His heart squeezed uncomfortably. 

Raven, dressed in a coverall jumpsuit of deep blue, raw silk by the way it reflected light and hugged her body, walked and laughed with what Damian could only describe as a wanna be gangster.

As she silently dominaded the screen, Damien noticed the tension in her shoulders and neck. Her hands moved animatedly as she talked, but there was something a little manic about it. A paranoia of not being sure, whether the next hit would come from. Or what kind of hit it would be.

Tim pulled up a Teen Titans member card. It covered the screen, blocking the video of Raven. Dominating the left side was a profile of the girl who appeared on his lap not an hour ago.

“Oh yeah. And she’s brought back so much data. About six months worth. Days of intel to sort through.”

The girl on the screen, her hair was longer now. She looked more healthy in her front picture than she had in the video or even on his lap. She’d been through some stuff, he could tell. Damian wouldn’t have said it this afternoon, but looking at her photo, her eyes held a sadness that wasn’t there in the before pictures on screen. 

“Shit!” Tim suddenly exclaimed. Scrambling to get up, remove his head phones from around his neck, the keyboard off his lap and right himself while only managing to tangle it all up and as a bonus, even managed to spill a bit of coffee.

Watching the struggle go on for a few more minutes, Damian decided to let Drake out of his misery. 

It cost him nothing he thought. And was again surprised that he really had let it go. The animosity he left towards Drake was no longer a dull ache. Not even a phantom pain.  

Without even thinking, Damian moved deeper into the cave, and helped untangle his brother, and Tim Drake was that. His brother in arms, which was worth any amount of loyalty. 

He grabbed the mug of coffee before it broke. He set it on the table, way back, and then reached for the keyboard. As I untangled the wires from Tim, he tried to set it on the table and slipped on a wrapper of junk food on the floor and fell back, the chair breaking his fall. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Drake recited. 

Tripping and falling, trying to in his haste not destroy delicate machinery. Some of the data drives were prototypes. 

The guy was tripping to get to Raven. Of course that was after he forgot to meet upon teleport. And forgot to keep what seemed to be ‘her’ teleport chair clear. 

He glanced back at screen several times, but was completely silent about Raven being in his kitchen, happily chatting with Todd and Cass while Pennyworth got her stuffed.

Drake’s expression was a mixture of frustration and disappointment. 

Damian took pity on him. 

With my right hand grasping the chair and the left pulling the detritus from under it, Damian spilled. 

I watched Tim’s eyes light up at the mention of Raven, and get animated once her heard Raven was HERE. Tim rushed out, in earnest. Almost tripping, in his hast.

I  stood there, my heart pounding so hard my chest hurt.

[samanthahirr]

Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 3,558 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), M | Gareth Mallory Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Crack Treated Seriously, Vacation, Seduction, Anal Sex 

Summary: A random mugging and concussion have left Q with no memory of his time at MI6. Unable to hold their erstwhile quartermaster against his will, the agency lets him go on leave…and dispatches 007 to surveil and protect civilian-Q from a discreet distance. But Bond decides to get a whole lot closer than his orders permit….

It’s my third and final prompt fill for @mi6-cafe’s 2024 Festive Fanwork Fiesta! I really challenged myself with an ambitious concept for this week’s fic, and writing it turned out way more fun than I expected! Enjoy a last bit of 00Q from me for 2024. And here’s to many more stories in the New Year!

[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part I

(Read Part II next) (OR read on ao3)

Max’s eyes drift over to George’s wrist, an intricately inked tree without any leaves peeking out through the long sleeves of his suit. They’re in another post-race press meeting, joined by Oscar, Carlos and Pierre. He’s mostly zoning out, which is easy to do when the reporters finally decide to take pity on him and ask the other racers questions for a change. He fiddles with his own left sleeve, skin cold under his fingertips as he runs them over it. It feels numb, the dark outline of a rose on his skin. It didn’t used to feel that way, once.

It’s not as mortifying as the first few times were, when George catches him staring. It’s both disarming and electrifying when that camera ready smile of George’s softens into something more genuine—reserved—as if Max and him are currently sharing a secret only they’re privy too.

Max can feel the automatic, almost desperate, way his own mouth pulls into a matching grin. And the resulting fit of giggles between them attracts the attention of the other racers and reporters.

It’s easy enough to dodge the question of what’s making the two laugh like a pair of schoolchildren when Pierre butts in with a joke, and it gives George the opportunity to lean in closer to Max, mics distant enough to not pick up the almost airy whisper of George’s voice as he asks, “What were you staring at my hands for, mate?”

Max stiffens at first before quickly relaxing when he registers the teasing undertones to George’s question. He deliberates it, thinks the logical thing to do would be to make an excuse or a quip, make them both laugh at the ordeal. But the curiosity has been gnawing at Max’s psyche long enough that he can’t help the way the question rolls off his tongue, relieved in their freedom.

“Did you find your soulmate yet?”

George seems to freeze at his question, the playful grin on his face tightening. Max immediately feels guilty for asking such a prying question. They’re friends, but they’re not quite close enough to delve into these topics. Questions about each other’s personal lives always stayed on the surface level, never breaching family.

Max might have just crossed a line in their already fragile, somewhat undefined relationship. They’re friends in a broader sense. They never hang out alone together, they barely text each other outside of the usual fire emoji react on each others’ instagram stories and obligatory congratulatory messages. But then there’s also this…tension, Max thinks, that’s always surrounding the air between them. A spark crackling down Max’s spine when they meet eyes across the room or accidentally brush shoulders. The heat of George’s body branding his skin whenever they pat each other’s shoulders in friendly conversations.

There’s that numbness where his own soulmate mark lies, a permanent reminder of Max’s failure to be normal, to be less selfish.

George evokes in him a thrill he’s only gotten before on the podium, above everyone else. The champion of the fucking world.

“I did,” George says, stretching the word out. The emphasis there feels past-tense—as if there’s a but there.

Max wants to press the matter, but knows not to. Only shrugs. “Cool.”

George’s face relaxes, the corners of his eyes softening before he leans in close enough that his breath scorches the shell of Max’s ear. “Didn’t quite work out, though.”

Max holds down the shiver from wracking his body outwardly, but he can feel the goosebumps rising on his flesh.

This knowledge shouldn’t excite him. He’s with his own soulmate, for fuck’s sake.

When George pulls back, corners of his eyes crinkling, Max knows for certain by the battering of his heart that he’s fucked.

Fate already gave him everything he could possibly want. But Max hungers for more.

Trying my hand at a trope i’ve been wanting to write for a long time, and what better ship than Gax! My first foray into writing for f1 rpf so i am very very nervous lol i’m still pretty new to the fandom. Feedback is very very appreciated, i’d love to know your opinions on this if you managed to stumble upon this drabble! I do plan on this having a part two, and potentially more depending on how many it takes to finish the story. Hopefully not too long lol. Hope you enjoyed <33

[pumaloafing]

Just finished the tutorial of 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim and ... geez the story is kinda hard to follow so far. First off there's 13 protagonists, which by itself is rough for me, then there's time travel and dimensional travel... and to top it all off the story seems to be told non-linearly.

It's interesting though, so I do plan on continuing it.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Best Harvey Keitel movies and performances:

1. Reservoir Dogs - Quentin Tarantino (1992)

[30ahchaleh]

تحلیل سینمایی یک غزل حافظ

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Nonlinear narrative

به وفور میتوان فیلم ها و داستانهایی را نام برد که قصه ی خود را "غیرخطی" بیان میکنند

اما من "کهن و کوتاه" ترین اثر ادبی که غیر خطی ، یک "عشق تراژیکی" را توانسته تعریف کند در غزلی از حافظ یافتم

برایم جالب است اگر بدانم این "ترین" چقدر "ترین" است که آنرا واگذار میکنم به محققین

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از روی شماره میتوانید بعدا روایت را خطی بخوانید اما اول بهتر است همانطور که سروده شده بخوانید تا بعد برسیم به تحلیل خطی

01- در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست

02- مست از می و ، میخواران از نرگسِ مستش مست

04- در نعلِ سمندِ او شکلِ مهِ نو پیدا

05- وز قدِ بلندِ او بالایِ صنوبر، پست

08- آخر به چه گویم هست از خود خبرم، چون نیست

09- وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

10- شمعِ دلِ دمسازم بنشست چو او برخاست

03- و افغان ز نظربازان برخاست چو او بنشست

06- گر غالیه خوش بو شد، در گیسویِ او پیچید

07- ور وَسمه کمانکش گشت، در ابروی او پیوست

11- بازآی که بازآید عمرِ شدهٔ حافظ

12- هرچند که ناید باز، تیری که بِشُد از شست

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برای من جالبی غزل های حافظ در این است که غزل های او دربرگیرنده تنوع ژانری بسیار گسترده‌ای است

و هیچ متوجه اصرار بعضی حافظ دوستان برای تک بعدی نشان دادن خمیرمایه تمام غزل های حافظ نمیشوم

به نظر من هر غزل شخصیت خودش را دارد

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مثلا در موضع "عشق" در غزل های حافظ میتوان آنرا در دو گروه کلی دسته بندی کرد

عشق آسمانی(غیرقابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

عشق زمینی(قابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

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در این غزل که برای نمونه گذاشته ام میتوان به خوبی مشاهده کرد و فهمید که منظور یک عشق زمینی‌ست با قدرتی چنان که میتواند به "بعضی" از مدعیان عشق آسمانی ��عنه بزند و آنهارا به چالش بکشد

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برای فهم این موضوع ،

کلید قفل این غزل در این بیت است

وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

معنی :ـ

برای چه باید بگویم فکروخیالم پیش او نیست ، وقتیکه هست

مفهوم :ـ

به خاطر چی باید انکار کنم و دروغ بگم که . . . ـ

تحلیل :ـ

چه کسی انکار میکند و دروغ میگوید ، کسی که از گفتن حقیقت میترسد چون برایش شرم ساری یا مجازات به همراه میاورد

و در دوران حافظ عشق اگر آسمانی میبود چنین پیامدی نداشت

این عشق زمینی هست که میتواند در بسیاری از موارد باعث دردسر بشود

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حالا که قفل این غزل باز شد ببینید حافظ چه کولاک غم انگیزی به پا میکند

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اکنون داستان را خطی تعریف میکنم

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در جایی که آن مدعیان عشق آسمانی جمع بودند یار من قدح بدست آمد

ـ قَـدَح = پیاله

ـ قَـدْح = طعن کردن

تحلیل:ـ

ورودی مستانه برای هماورد طلبی ست

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یار من از مِی مَست ، اما آنها که میگفتن از عشق آسمانی مست میشوند (میخواران دیر مغان) از چشم مست(خمار) یار من مست شدن (حالت مستی بهشان دست داد)ـ

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وقتی یار من در آن مجلس نشست آه و ناله و فریاد از دل و دهان آن مدعیان برخاست

اینچنین حافظ از تکنیک زلیخا بهره میبرد تا دهان آن منتقدان نامنصف را ببندد

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حالا حافظ شروع به تشریح یارش میکند تا ما هم متوجه بشویم چرا چنین اتفاقی در آن مجلس افتاده

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بعد که فهمیدیم جریان این یار چیست

حافظ احوال خودش را شرح میدهد

و در ادامه

آن تراژدی که گفتم آغاز میشود

حافظ میگوید

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نور و گرمای وجود حیات بخش من رو به خاموشی رفت وقتی یارم از پیش من رفت

البته اینجا ما هنوز متوجه نوع رفتن و فراق نمیشویم

بعد ادامه میدهد

اگر یارم برگردد حتی عمر از دست رفته‌ام نیز باز میگردد

یک تجربه عینی و نه خیالی از جوان شدن بخاطر اکسیر عشق

elixir

حافظ این استاد واژه شناس و تمثیل و غیر

از مثالی برای بیان "مدل جدایی" از یارش استفاده میکند که در آن بازگشتی وجود ندارد

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تیری که از تیرکمان توسط ول کردن شست رها میشود هرگز باز نمیگردد

در هر مدلی از فراق ، عاشق همیشه و همیشه امیدوار به برگشت معشوقش هست

مگر

مرگ

🥺

END

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ـ 1 ـ پ،ن: اکنون در بازخوانی شعر "هست" و "نیست" رنگی دیگر میگیرند که برای به نمایش گذاشتنش یک سریال همچون فرینج باید ساخت اما استاد حافظ در یک غزل به ما رسانده

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ـ 2 ـ پ،ن: میتوان چنین تصور کرد که شروع قصه با یک

flashback

فلش‌بک(گذشته‌نما) باشد

مردی کهن سال در خلوتگاه خود زیر نور شمع ، رخدادی را غیرخطی برای کسی بازخوانی میکند که بعد از یازده به دوازده پیر تر شده

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ـ 3 ـ پ.ن : عکسهای این پـُست درخواستی بود از همکار این روز های مـ😅ـن

Photo made by:

Copilot For @30ahchaleh

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[raffaellopalandri]

Crafting the First Note: My Autobiography's Incipit

Daily writing promptYou’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?View all responses The blank page stares back, an empty canvas awaiting the first brushstroke of my story. But unlike a painting, this autobiography won’t be defined by a single image; it’s a symphony of experiences, a tapestry woven from threads of curiosity, exploration, and lifelong learning. Choosing the…

[hermagneto]

Chapters: 1/50+ | 50 Chapters Fully Outlined!

Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Jim Henson's The Labyrinth

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hermione Granger/Erik Lehnsherr, Power Couple (Hermione/Magneto), Implied: Severus Snape / Original Male Character Characters: Hermione Granger, Erik Lehnsherr, Hermione Granger & Albus Dumbledore (Shadow Dynamics), Hermione Granger & Gellert Grindelwald (Philosophical Mirror), Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr (Founders Rift, Implied Subtext), Sarah Williams / Jareth (Labyrinth Echo), Harry Potter & Hermione Granger - Character, Background: Luna Lovegood & Neville Longbottom friendship, Complex: Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr Additional Tags: Multiverse, Shadow work, Soul Magic, veil magic, Crossover, Found Family, The Labyrinth - Freeform, X-men - Freeform, Harry Potter - Freeform, Mirror Symbolism, rewrite of canon, Resurrection Through Memory, Soulbonded Pairings, Mirror dynamics, Shadow Work Romance, Multiverse Romance, snape deserves love, Snape Heals, Harry Potter is Asexual, asexual protagonist, Queer Redemption, Canon Divergence, Dragon Age (Lore Elements), Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Labyrinth (1986) - Freeform, Multiverse Convergence, Shadow Work / Soul Integration, Magical-Political Rebellion, Reality Shaping by Belief, Underground Magic / Fae Lore, Goblin Reclamation, Healing Through Memory, Rewriting destiny, The Veil as Identity, Mythic Fantasy / Soulpunk, Multiverse Fusion AU, Psychological Magic Realism, Post-Canon Divergence, Nonlinear timelines, Multiverse Identity Themes, Dissociation / Reality Distortion, Psychological Warfare (Symbolic + Real), Slow Burn Romance, Institutional Betrayal, Spirit Battles / Soul Absorptions, No Major Character Death (but symbolic erasures), Trauma Recovery, Nonlinear Narrative, Magical-Political Intrigue, Psychological Realism

🌀 The Spiral World Is Coming... 

There’s a moment when mirrors crack. Not because they’re broken — but because they’re true. Hermione walks between worlds.

Magneto stays for love. The fae return fire to the sky. Jareth whispers.

And the Labyrinth breathes again.

🗓 Full chapters begin July 31st.

But until then... I’ll be peeling back the Veil.

#TheVeilRising #WIP #ComingSoon #HermioneGranger #Magneto #MultiverseFic #ShadowWork #AO3 #FFnet #MagicAndMutants #FaeAwakening #WLOFallon

Crossposted to Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14483522/1/The-Veil-Rising

[roverjamball]

year of the otp 2025 February 

Like Real People Do - Hozier ch 2

Gotham

Wayne Manor

BatCave

Damian watched as before his very eyes, a woman appeared in his lap.

She did not fall on him.

She did not leap unto him from a blind spot. She, out of thin air,  Appeared!

One second he was brooding and pensive, all alone in his father’s library. The next, out of nowhere, a raven haired girl sat on his lap.

He would have thought her a mirage, if not, for the physical weight and scent. Dark shinny hair ticked his nose and chin as they both recoiled on shock, displacing her, a very her part cushioned on his chest. Her surprise displaced air in the hollow of Damian’s collar bone, a warm huff.

Damian wrapped his arms around her, lest she fall off. Oddly protective, wasn’t he? He wasn’t an asshole by any means, but -

Shinny hair, reflecting light into his eyes nearly blinded him and just then the girl placed her palms on his chest and shoved at him.

With a sinking realisation, Damien thought, am I being a creep? Holding onto a stranger who possibly herself doesn't know how she appeared here.

In a panic, he let her go. Arms, empty, to his side.

Watched in horror as she tripped over her own feet and was about to plummet, with momentum from the shove, to the hardwood floor.

What!

I haven’t even seen her face yet and surprisingly, I really really want to. I want to know her, this random stranger that materialised on me one random afternoon.

The raven haired girl was in his arms again. And it felt right.

She looked up. And finally, finally he glimpsed her face. Her eyes darted to mine. Our gazes met and oh! I felt it on my toes.

I held onto her, as we straightened, she let me righten us, a puppet on my arms.

Shock. She must be in shock. Now that I’d seen her face, bronze, glistening skin. An inner shine. I think I see her soul, and —

Plump little lips, centimetres from his, pretty eyes looked up at him, filled with the same ‘wtf’ he was feeling.

Once rightened, she took a slow step back, and slid out of my arms.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d never felt this slow. And wait, were we not at his house!

I rocked back on my heels, uncomfortable and awkward in my own home. But I knew one thing, I wanted her with me. Something in my throat felt heavy. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I only just heard her. Lips formed words, “I’m sorry,” they said.

Up till then,  particularly when he saw her face, Damien wondered about the surreality of the situation. He genuinely wondered if he’d dreamed up this girl. His dream girl. Up until she apologised. Goddess should never apologise, and a girl like her should never apologise to him.

When she didn’t run away, only shifted nervous like from foot to foot, Damian realised she ment to come here. But was not expecting him.

In his own house?

Was the teleporter here for a meeting or something?

He looked her up a down to get some clues her clothes, gear.

She was about 5’5”, she reached right under his chin and he was pushing 5’11”. He’d be taller than Father by next month. And yet they argue about college as if he were a child.

No gear, no weapons, as if the teleportation wasn't a clue, Damien assumed Magic.

Bracelets and charms adorned her sturdy wrists. There was a delicateness to her, but her bare arms had definition that made him think, training. And the tripping aside, her stance now was solid, even as she apologised. Now that he noticed, he couldn’t stop Noticing.

Electric blue rubber soled canvas shoes adored feet that led to long legs. Definition in her caves and thighs, training of some kind for sure. Linen skirt and matching blouse completed the outfit. It was all very smart casual. The hip hugging skirt reached her knees, a respectable length for a meeting with Batman?

Was she friends with his siblings?

Was she their girlfriend? At that thought Damien simultaneously felt like he'd been sucker punched in the gut while having the inexplicable urge to strangle someone.

[billyjackass]

Maclunkey

or, why my friend and I walked out of the Charles Theatre’s 7pm screening of Star Wars (1977) He’d been talking about it for weeks. The Charles Theatre and the Senator, Baltimore’s cornerstone local movie theaters, both host their own ongoing revival series. That is, every season, the projectionists dust off the old reels of classic films and bring them back to the silver screen. My first big,…

[schlock-luster-video]

On August 31, 2004, Slacker was released on Criterion Collection DVD.

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Movie Analysis and Review: "Pulp Fiction" (1994)

Introduction:“Pulp Fiction” weaves together the lives of various characters, including hitmen, a boxer, a gangster, and more, in a tapestry of violence and redemption. Synopsis:Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield, two hitmen, navigate philosophical discussions amidst their criminal endeavors. Their story intertwines with gangster Marsellus Wallace, his wife Mia, struggling boxer Butch Coolidge, and…

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The Magic If @drivestraight | Dirty Valentine (Richard Siken)

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