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  1. Public Bookmark 26

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    The classical world, the plays of Shakespeare, the Bible, every piece of literature and culture ever made, have all been burned to shreds in the nuclear fallout, lost to everyone except John and his excellent poetic memory. Sometimes he thinks it’s like that crap film, the one where everyone but that one guy forgot about the Beatles. Except instead of the Beatles, it’s all of human culture, ever. The names, the references— they mean nothing to anyone except him. He feels a certain responsibility, for blowing up the entire cultural canon. A shred of guilt. A shard. Sorry, William. Sorry, Geoffrey. Especially sorry, Jane.
    They exist only in his head, now, and in his friend’s names.
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    (after the apocalypse, john resurrects and renames.)

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    10 Dec 2024

  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    The world is going to end; you could get started early. Tip off the roof, splatter the ground in communist red, let the sunset hit your corpse like a bicentennial art piece to a bygone era that died when the revolution did. Maybe you should do it now.

    Instead, you take a long, steadying drag, sprinkling cocaine for flavour over the tip as it burns. You don't fall off the roof. You still picture it.

    You're starting to think you might be fucked, actually.

    (a study in self-destruction; a study in Harrier du Bois)

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    17 Oct 2024

  3. Rec 24

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    Tadius, hiding as best he can in the wedding-turned trap, watches the return of Ella Ashmore from the grave. The grave part is only a claim, not a certainty, but it seems somewhat late for scepticism. Tadius’ mind, separating itself neatly from the animal hindbrain focused on gibbering incoherently and seeking shelter, begins to work.

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    The impressively quick journey Tadius takes from "We can't just kill the king!" to "Perhaps he smothered himself with that pillow," starting from the wedding of the Prince and Putrice.

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    17 Sep 2024

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    holy fuck. holy FUCK. i need anyone seeing this to stop what you're doing right now and read this fic. it is a NECESSITY.

  4. Public Bookmark 19

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    "You were afraid of me.”

    Owen shouldn't say anything. Any answer he could give would only hurt him more. But now he's thinking of the way Curt's face crumpled when he reached out and Owen jerked back like his touch was fire, and of another man's back turned to him as the world burst into endless pain, and of the hands fisted in his shirt right before they pushed him into the dreamt-dark of the ocean—and suddenly, Curt worried gaze looks a lot like the same pitying eyes they gave him when he first woke up in a medical unit, and he asked for his partner.

    What a strange sensation it is, to feel so much like an explosive, all the time. His blood thrumming with its energy, always moments away from sparking into uncontrolled violence at the gentlest push. He's so tired of the way it fills his head with this crackling, impatient noise—the way the world seems to warp around him—the way his heart feels like it's slipping out through his ribs.

    His voice is too sharp when he says, firm and unflinching: "I was."

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    12 Aug 2024

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    HOLY FUCK. DEFINITELY worth a read

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    Curt spins and flings his arms around Owen, pulling him close. Owen huffs out a laugh and pats Curt’s shoulder. When Curt can bear to pull back, he drinks in the sight of Owen in front of him for the first time in far too long; his hair’s grown out in the way it does when he goes too long between haircuts, and his jacket is dirtier, but his smile at the sight of Curt is the same.
    “Curt,” Owen responds softly, cupping his face in one hand. Then his smile turns smug, in the way it does when he thinks he’s about to be hilarious. “Or should I be calling you Tadius?”
    “No,” Curt snaps, so quickly he almost overlaps with Owen speaking. Owen drops his hand and laughs.

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    Curt Mega, undercover in Bogs Hollow as Tadius, is bored out of his mind. Owen is generous enough to drop in when he finds the time.

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    09 Aug 2024

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    they're SUCH guys im obsessed with them forever. not going to be able to watch cinderella's castle the same, despite the fact there are no actual spoilers in this fic. CANNOT recommend it enough