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“Did you know they fly high? Higher than the walls. They’re really elegant with it apparently—that’s what Armin said at least.”
Your thumb brushes over the pendant. Each line is carefully etched in silver; the eye of the heron is a small blue gem that glistens when the light hits it right.
“And it made you think of me?”
His smile is all smug, betrayed by the pink blotching his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He leans with his forearm against the wall above your head, looking down at you.
“Of course it did,” he says. “Have you seen yourself when you fly?”
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Or; Reiner's Redemption.
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18 Dec 2025
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Everybody says I've got it made. Good looks, charm, a decent jump shot—the whole deal. Senior year at Pencey Prep, fall 1949, and everything's running exactly the way it's supposed to.
Then there's Holden Caulfield.
What I was didn't have a name back then. Not one you'd say out loud, or even in your goddam head.
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- Part 1 of Double Feature
Bookmarked by daisy_pusher
03 Jul 2025
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Maybe, just as Holden had figured, Stradlater's just as phony as the rest of em'. Or maybe Holden's just more honest with himself than he should be. That boy's, in more ways than one and fullest sense of the phrase, too damn much for his own good.
(I'd give this a solid 5 stars on goodreads if I could.)
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Shorter is on his way to California for his sister's wedding, trying his best to have as much fun as possible along the way. At a truck stop, he meets a boy named Ash.
Sequel to One-Thousand Cranes.
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11 Apr 2025
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Cross-country roadtrip with two of my favorite boys: brothers through the trials of hardship, unity among tragedy, cut from and bound with the same cloth.
Ash Lynx actively seeks the face of death. Shorter Wong's just narrowly escaped it.
Together they traverse the space between what it means to live and what awaits them after; an incorporeal journey down one long winding road, and ultimately find themselves confronting the ghosts of their pasts along the path to nowhere, somewhere, anywhere, treading the solid white lines of a spiritual interzone.
"Personalities may die in the first few seconds of death, but what once was needs to go somewhere. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but it can change shape, evolve and shift. Everything that made up me while I was alive has simply faded from its previous form into something different, something that the living have no proper word for. Like all things people cannot understand, these concepts are given mythological origins. So, for all intents and purposes, I'll call myself a ghost."
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“You know,” Billy says quietly, sneering. “You coulda saved Joyce Byers a plate—if this was all it took, to break you.”
Billy Hargrove is about to learn the hard way—if you come at the king, you best not miss.
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Bookmarked by daisy_pusher
07 Apr 2025
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Quite literally the best fucking thing I've ever read. A literary masterpiece of vitriol-fueled, homoerotic yearning. Plot-progression is slow but rewarding, written in an incredibly accurate introspective POV, basically an in-depth character-study/expansion upon the series and Billy's character as a whole.
This is going to be one huge text chunk of pure shameless ass-kissing but trust me when I say, wholeheartedly, that reading this fic WILL literally change your brain chemistry and send your neurotransmitters into a perpetual state of dopamine-overload. The truck 'trust-fall' scene in chapter 13 is forever ingrained into me. And every single bit of the other 200,000 words after it.
I, and I think as well as 4,000 other people, can get behind the notion that if Harringrove were a religion, harringroveheart would now be the officially instated Patron-Saint of the gays-in-denial-divinity.