Best. Answer. Ever.

So last night on "America's Most Smartest Model"--which is apparently like Models Say The Darndest Things-- a male model was asked to list smelly things.

"Shoes...socks...garbage...dirty penis..."


Just Awesome.

Fic Rec, Without a Trace, slash Danny/Martin

This story is just...fucking beautiful. Just yeah.

Sort of an AU, sort of not. You can easily imagine Martin finally having enough one day and just...vanishing. The effect this has on Danny is just breathtakingly painful. Goldatamera did an amazing job with not only the Danny-voice but his slow realization that they could have had more than just friendship, and his anguish over letting Martin down, as well as the strangely light tone that Danny/Martin banter always has, even at their darkest moments. Words that come to mind? Bleak. Magnificent. Incredible.

I wish I had written it. *sigh*

Hold Your Breath A Little Longer

The city sometimes surges, pushes against a body until they snap and are devoured whole; an argument, debts, skipped medication, then a flash and a breaking of glass and a new brown folder gathering dust on a shelf. It's expected almost, familiar, and no one expects to see a person go missing in front of them. They don't notice the way a person hollows out from the inside, eyes growing dead and dull, skin stretching and brittle like it's trying to hold in a vacuum, trying to keep a person visible and it can't take the strain. Body vibrating, holding out, wanting to collapse in on itself, and it looks like the dark coffee twitches of a worker with too little time to sleep, to breathe, to swim against the tide of the city. Soft resignation, a quiet letting go, and no one realises until the empty desk isn't filled, and someone is left standing beside it, two cups of coffee in their hands and a frown on their face.

Danny places the second cup of coffee on Martin's desk, and wonders when the office began to feel so empty.