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  1. Public Bookmark 56

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    Some kind of help is the kind of help that helping's all about, and some kind of help is the kind of help we all can do without. Obviously Armand belongs to the first category, and Daniel is going to realize it one of these days.

    Or: Courtship through superior firepower.

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    19 Feb 2023

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    Y’know the feeling when someone just gets a character. This is flawless.

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    ISO: Carer to look after my father for 8 weeks this summer.
    Dad is 71, early stage Parkinson’s disease, broke his hip 6 weeks ago. No signs of cognitive decline; mostly needs help with household tasks (cooking, light cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping), getting dressed, showering, changing cat litter/general cat care, getting to and from appointments.
    Please know what you are getting into; Dad is physically more or less in good health but awful at accepting his limitations, unnecessarily mean, generally uncooperative, and largely nocturnal. Imagine yourself caring for a feral raccoon that is convinced it’s going to write another book, then subtract everything that is cute about raccoons.
    $20/hour, roughly 4 hours a day. Must be able to pass a background check and lift 50 lbs. Patience of a saint not required but preferred.

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    29 Aug 2025

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    Everyone should read this

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    It is 1844. Britain is still recovering from the disaster in Afghanistan. Across the ocean, Morse has just sent his first telegram, racing invisibly across wires as thin as a ledger line. And in Europe, a red-haired pianist named Antonin Crowley is bringing audiences to the point of rioting with his dreadful compositions.

    Aziraphale Fell doesn't care for that at all.

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    22 Jun 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Do you ever have a fic that just haunts you?

    You’re sitting in the car, someone puts on the classical station which is doing a profile on a pianist, and suddenly you’re like oh… that fic, the fic I daydream about, by that author I trust implicitly to write an in character AU…

    I think it’s time for a reread.

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    "It's true then?" Elyan frowned as he peered out the door into the hallway Lancelot had just exited through. Gwen bit her lip before nodding. "Damn. What would Lancelot and Merlin even argue about?"

    "Please," Gwaine rolled his eyes before flicking his hair out of his face "This has got to be some new battle strategy. Maybe Morgana is trying to throw us off with this so we won't notice when she tries to invade again." He shrugged. The others seemed to consider this.

    "That somehow makes more sense." Percival muttered. Gwen wrinkled her nose before putting down the basket with a sigh.

    "I'm telling you," She said "George heard them both yelling. It sounded very intense."

    "Maybe they were having sex. Sometimes people yell during sex." Gwaine suggested. Everyone turned to him.

    "Is that more likely than having an argument?" Leon asked dryly. Gwaine pointed his glove at him.

    "Between Lancelot and Merlin? Yes. Absolutely, you ignorant fool."

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    Lancelot and Merlin get into an argument. All of Camelot loses its goddamn mind trying to figure out what's going on.

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    03 Jul 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 54

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    “I told you, I’m not mad at you,” Tobias interrupts him, flatly, and then, without pause, without warning: “Take your clothes off.”

    Gabin stares. “What?”

    Tobias looks at him, unflinching. “Take your clothes off,” he repeats, and Gabin recognizes that voice – it’s the same clipped, focused tone Tobias uses during rehearsal, when he says things like Roll the other way. Nope. No. The other way. Now do it again.

    Except they are not at rehearsal right now, and Tobias isn’t telling him to dance.

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    08 Jun 2025