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the last thought killed by anticipation of the next by fromdespairtowhere
Fandoms: Blur (Band)
12 Mar 2026
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"I don't know what I'd do without you," Damon says. "And all your funny little ideas." They stand face-to-face for a moment in comfortable silence. He thinks again of that moment, Damon on his knees saying Let me do this, and the pieces fall into place.
GRAHAM drops to his knees.
DAMON
Wait—GRAHAM doesn't hear. He begins to unbutton DAMON'S cargo pants. DAMON seems to give up on speaking and lets him, stroking at his hair affectionately.
GRAHAM, yanking the pants down impatiently
I want to—
He freezes and looks up at DAMON.DAMON, shrugging apologetically
Sorry.GRAHAM
You're not…
He cups him through his boxers.(1989. Ecstasy, a club, a house party, a series of encounters.)
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There were plenty of filthy things they could be doing right now. But weren’t. Damon wanted to take the kiss further, but felt himself hesitating. Again and again.
He wanted to say I miss you, but Graham was right there.
“Graham”, he whispered, just for the sake of it. Graham looked up at him like he knew what he meant.
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(Damon’s depressed, demoralized, and sexually frustrated in London after dropping out of drama school. Graham’s in art school having a blast. They’re in different places both physically and emotionally and aren't, well, connecting quite as they used to. They work it out over the phone.)
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“You haven’t found religion, then?” Damon continued.
Graham went to tug at his fringe and then remembered his hair was too short for it. “No, I don’t think I will. I don’t think drunks find religion; I feel like it’s for people who do too much cocaine.”
1998 & 1992
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- Part 2 of Blur Bits
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Damon and Alex were arguing in a pleasant hum about the best way to get rid of a ghost. Damon insisted that the ghost materialized to warn Alex of something unresolved in his life. Graham wished he were a cat or a dog or a kind of burrowing creature so he could crawl in his lap and hide himself in the space between Damon’s collarbone and his Adam’s apple, chew his throat to pieces with his sharp teeth.
There was a ghost in the halls of residence.
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- Part 1 of Blur Bits
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“It’s not even eight.” Damon stated, “doesn’t sound like it’ll stop any time soon.” They had been out in the woods, bashing about and bird watching, climbing trees and pushing each other over and throwing things. The whole day spent outside in barefoot hooliganism. Graham wondered if they were too old for all that now and felt embarrassed just in case.
A camping trip, a rainstorm, some teenage frustration and a few conflicting feelings.