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Steve and Snot reunite when they are in town for their high school reunion. They went down different paths in life but are happy to share some memories and hidden feelings.
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19 Oct 2025
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Muchas cosas ocurren entre un centenario y otro y el amor puede morir en todo ese tiempo. ¿Existirá la posibilidad de que vuelva a renacer?
Bienvenidos a esta segunda parte de "No todos los años cumples cien años"
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07 Aug 2025
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5 times people noticed Peter acting weird around Carter and 1 time they got confirmation as to why
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13 Jul 2025
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Too Close to Home by iamactuallythewalrus
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band), Bob Dylan (Musician), The Travelling Wilburys (Band)
24 Jun 2025
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There was some rustling down the line, like John had the paper right there. “Here, ‘Bob Dylan Visits Childhood Home of George Harrison.’”
George nearly spat out his tea. “You’re joking.”
He tried to picture it—Bob standing in the doorway of his childhood terraced home in Speke. In a house that was too small to hold someone like him, with its cracking floral wallpaper and cramped porch. It stirred something unnameable in his chest—something unfamiliar, warm and blooming under his skin.
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George didn’t know why Bob was in Liverpool—or why he’d gone to his childhood home. He didn’t know why no one else seemed to care.
And yet, he bought the paper. Booked a train. Went looking anyway.
He didn’t know what he was hoping to find. He almost gave up.
But Bob had a way of appearing at the last minute—and suddenly, George was slipping sideways into something he hadn’t even known he wanted.
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07 Jul 2025
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Fixed With Varnish by iamactuallythewalrus
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band), Bob Dylan (Musician), The Travelling Wilburys (Band)
30 May 2025
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His hand came to George’s jaw. He tilted his face—firm, slow, his fingers rough with charcoal. George didn’t breathe. Couldn’t.
“There,” Bob said softly, almost to himself. “Just like that.”
Bob’s gaze swept over him again—slow, deliberate. George felt it like the drag of a paintbrush against bare skin. He stayed frozen, mouth dry. Every part of him ached to shift away—or closer. He couldn't tell the difference.
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After turning eighteen, George's father had commissioned a portrait of him. He didn’t care who the artist was—it’d be a painting of him all the same.
But when he met Bob, he found that the way he painted him was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was being seen, and that in itself was almost too much to bear.
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01 Jun 2025