Yuletide sign ups are open!
I will need to do my sign up and my letter, and I'm thinking I'll probably get that done before my friend arrives.
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Pollitt
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She/her, 30+ | fangirlish writer of fannish things | fandom auntie pollitt on AO3, mendacity17 elsewhere | We've probably shared a fandom & I like what I like (and I like a lot!)
![Winters reveals that Col. Sink has discussed an Army career with him, but no decisions have been made. "I said I'd think about it," Winters clarifies noncommittally. Nixon raises his eyebrows a bit, then turns away and looks at the ground. He wants to grow old with Dick in a country cottage with two dogs, a vegetable garden full of carrots, and a collection of hugely hilarious penis statues painted to look like celebrities -- and nowhere, but nowhere, does the Army fit into the plan.
Tentatively, he asks Winters what he thinks about New Jersey, because there's a job awaiting him at company in Nixon, NJ, called Nixon Nitration Works. "Oddly enough, I know the owners," Nixon snickers. "[They] expect me to make something of myself. Thought I'd drag you with me." The whole time, Nixon barely glances up at his boyfriend, afraid of his burgeoning passion and the warmth spreading in his Army-issue trousers. "Are you offering me a job?" Winters asks, twitching his face into the usual wry, knowing grin, the expression of which he is king. Nixon teases that it hinges on the interview, but based on Winters' résumé, a position with commensurate salary might just open up for him
Here, Winters and Nixon share a long look. The chemistry between them crackles louder and hotter than a blender in the bathtub, and fries me just as thoroughly. If I were a gay man, this scene might be my money shot. "I'll think about it," Winters says slowly. "I really appreciate it." And he does. Nixon awkwardly repeats that Winters should, indeed, give it some thought. "Yeah," Winters says. It's like they've already woken up in each other's sweaty clutches and aren't sure how to handle the subsequent feelings of neediness
Winters stands up and treats the camera to a close-up of his thigh and crotch, because he's totally toying with me. Strutting down the pier, Winters rips off his shirt and leaps into the water just as music crescendos behind him. Shirt. Off. Wet Winters. I have to stop recapping thi…](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:qvwy4kbxgf6ucq7rbb2qwrdx/bafkreiewny7623luyapaxarzs5pcdfeehjm4rkshesnokvoix6tnyyrony)
