Fic: "Under The Night Sky"
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Fandom: Get Out (2017)
Rating: No Rating
Summary: "What the hell did I tell you, man?"
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"What the hell did I tell you, man?"
"Nah. I don't wanna hear it right now," Chris mutters, trudging along the dirt-covered road. The airport police car sputtered to a halt about a mile back, and twenty something miles from the Armitage house.
"I did say it! I did!" Rod huffs alongside him, glaring. "I said not to go to a white girl's parents' house!"
Hacking up, Chris wordlessly spits.
"Now those detectives are gonna be BEGGING to listen and — "
"Thanks for havin' my back, Rod," Chris says quietly, not looking at him, "I mean it… but would you give it a rest? I just need a minute."
Rod does look at him shuddering out a breath, nodding.
"Yeah, yeah sure…"
Chris tilts his head up the night sky, blackening over, silhouetting the pinpricks of stars. Must be nice to be upstate of New York.
"Sid's doing good…"
"That's good."
Headlights illuminate everything behind them.
An older-looking white woman rolls up. Definitely not rich.
"My Lord in Heaven — are you okay? Do you both help?" she asks.
"Uh." Chris doesn't feel like his brain is processing anything. He needs a cigarette. "Sure, directions. D'you know how to get back to 81?"
"Oh my! It's not that far!"
She smiles at Rod not smiling back.
"My name is Rose, by the way. It's nice to mee — "
Rod shakes his head. "Nope."
"Nope," Chris mumbles at the same time, lowering his head.
They keep walking, leaving her gobsmacked.
"Damn it, my feet hurt."
"Ice your bunions later, man."
"Damn it."
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Lance Stroll, who turned 18 last week, following the announcement by Williams Martini Racing of their driver line up for the 2017 FIA Formula One World Championship
November 3, 2016 - Grove, England
Source: ADRIAN DENNIS/AFP via Getty Images
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Paramore at Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, Australia (2023) via erin_skates / x
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The Twilight Zone S4E18
The Bard
��You've just witnessed opportunity, if not knocking, at least scratching plaintively on a closed door. Mr. Julius Moomer, a would-be writer who, if talent came twenty-five cents a pound, would be worth less than car fare. But, in a moment, Mr. Moomer, through the offices of some black magic, is about to embark on a brand-new career. And although he may never get a writing credit on the Twilight Zone, he's to become an integral character in it.”
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the way i am with my blorbos is totally the way i was with dolls as a little kid. "they're abused, they're sexually depraved, they're pathetic, they're an alcoholic, im gonna give them a sex change" i like to smack my them against the walls to see what sound they make when they finally break.
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Illinois Governor DILFs
Jim Edgar, Otto Kerner Jr., James R. Thompson, George Ryan, Louis Lincoln Emmerson, William Ryan, Samuel Shapiro, Len Small, Rod Blagojevich, Dwight H. Green, J.B. Pritzker, Henry Horner, Adlai Stevenson II, Richard B. Ogilvie, Pat Quinn, Bruce Rauner, Dan Walker, Frank Orren Lowden
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Rather than watch TV or movies, Blago recommends books. “I read the Bible every day,” he recalled. He devoured Viktor Frankl’s “Man’s Search for Meaning” three times. “It’s very short, and it has a lot of profound things in it,” he explained. One lesson that he drew: “If I can come out of here stronger and smarter, it’s a fuck you to those motherfuckers who did it to me.”He also read Shakespeare. “ ‘Henry V’ a few times. ‘Henry IV,’ Parts 1 and 2. ‘Richard II.’ ‘Richard III.’ ‘Hamlet,’ of course. ‘King Lear.’ ‘Henry VI.’ ” He cleared his throat and recited, “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.”
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