Theres A Good Man Within You Arthur, But He Is Wrestling With A Giant

There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

As Goncharov lies bleeding out, his last memory is that of a clandestine meeting with Andrey, several decades ago. Both of them use aliases for this - Goncharov introduces himself as Rasmus Lofvgren, and Andrey as Felix Strauss. In long overcoats and felt fedora hats, the two meet at nighttime in a park overlooking the city. Andrey looks young and unburdened, and Goncharov greets him warmly like an old friend. They hug, they laugh, and make small talk, like they’ve been doing it for years and will do so for years more.

Then as their conversation fades, there is a gesture of sudden and unexpected intimacy. The two men still, turn to eachother and Goncharov lights Andrey’s cigarette with the fire from his own. He cradles Andrey’s face with shocking tenderness that speaks of a casual familiarity and Andrey leans into the touch, almost indulgent. There is a moment of tension between them before Andrey looks down, uncharacteristically coy. The camera lingers as they stare at eachother for a few seconds before turning away. As they turn towards the glittering city that will doom them, we fade back to a dying Goncharov.

The nature of the scene is intentionally ambiguous— Andrey has only known Goncharov a few months, so chronologically, it’s out of place. Is it a false memory, a hallucination, or the wish fulfilment of a dying man?

Further examination shows another layer. Goncharov’s chosen alias was that of an actor best known for playing a time traveller, a low-budget sci-fi show whose key theme was defying your destiny. Andrey’s was that of a thespian who was playing a London National Theatre post-modernist production of Odysseus at the time. They are pretending to be other people, who pretend to be other people — actors whose characters escape their tragedy, from stories that defy fate. As if, in telling himself a story where tragic characters can escape, Goncharov puts himself in a story where he, too, can survive.

But the story is already over and nothing can be changed. Goncharov dies a lonely, desolate man, having alienated everyone who cares for him and the last act of tenderness we see him commit never even happened.

—Francine Rubek, Violent Delights, Violent Ends: On Queer Readings of Masculine Tragedy (2003, Oxford University Press)

ghost is the kind of person to be soooo content after sex. u let that poor man hit and hes just upbeat af😭 got him telling jokes over the comms and smiling under that damn mask. n if u look real hard u swear you can see him skip a little when he walks…. im gonna eat him

guys i just had the most egregious thoughts ever and i am begging any and all ghost smut writers (including all the gods on AO3) to write this but i NEED to see a ghost smut fic where YOU wear the mask like bruh idek why i've just been possessed like dang now i wanna write this (also if u do this pls give me credit and tag me muchas gracias)

You write him so well!! Desperate for a part two

Drunken Silliness

Summary:  After an evening of drinking, you and Arthur both acknowledge your feelings…just not to each other.

Warnings:  Swearing; usual fluffy & slight angst; Approx reading time is 30 min +/-

*This wonderful image is not mine. This comes from u/Reasonable_Emu2449. Found on reddit! 

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