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For several blissful moments, time stood still and reality twisted itself into something unrecognizable, something slow, something safe; he was both heavy and weightless, leaden and floating through still air like a feather. It did not occur to Strahm, not for a long while, that the limbs attached to a torso attached to a head were all his own—for he couldn't move them much at all, and quite the exertion it was to so much as cause the tips of his fingers to twitch.
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He stood for a time in some kind of indecision, as expressionless and vacant as he’d been ever since… well. Ever since.
Victory, shame, triumph, shame, apathy. Loneliness… perhaps not quite. A kind of emptiness, certainly. A pit in his gut and a hollowed-out ribcage, had those been his organs, his entrails and his flesh on the floor that day? He couldn’t remember.
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is the blood on your hands dry? (is it slowly disappearing? mine isn't) by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
22 Apr 2024
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Later that day, in a shabby room of a roadside motel, Peter would finally—for the first time in what felt like ages, though was closer to a few weeks—get a good look at Hoffman, at the hideous wound cutting in half a side of his face. Haphazardly stitched closed with what must have been a shaky hand, not a half-bad job of it given the circumstances but so very far from ideal by any other metric.
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- Part 2 of a metaphor for love
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He hadn’t said anything—hadn’t asked for anything—yet his wants were transparent all the same. The first cup had been a kind gesture, the second a thoughtful one, but the third had veered into incriminating territory. The fourth and the fifth… well.
The writing was on the wall.
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Peter’s hand dropped to the table and her eyes caught on a twin set of faint scars adorning either side of his mouth. Unbidden, a chill swept through her: she’d seen them before. The recognition was immediate and unquestionable. Her face fell.
So, in turn, did Peter’s; he paused mid-sentence. “Linds? Everything okay?”
“Your mouth,” she blurted, without thinking; and then, just as fast: “What did he do?”
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- Part 1 of a metaphor for love
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It's the fifth day of the epidemic.
In which Bachelor finds himself doing potentially quite unsavory things just to keep himself going, and the nature of the disease is somewhat elucidated.
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13 Nov 2024
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An AU canon divergence rewrite, where Arthur discovers Micah snitching to the law early on, but for other reasons than he assumes. Suddenly, some parts of their fates are changed, while other parts remain the same. As a lovely commentator put it, this series is made of snark, violence and an underlying cordiality between Arthur and Micah. There are lots of smut, gun fights, spaghetti western references, set in everything from deserts to snowy hills.
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18 Sep 2024
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There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.
The outcome's known. Why try?
Return your rusty sword to battered sheath,
bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why
take the field when you cannot win the war?
But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.
--Harry Takes the Field by bratfarrar (AO3 link here.)
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06 Mar 2024
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you ease to cross the line by copacet for thedevilchicken
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
22 Feb 2020
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A decade after Ned Stark took the Iron Throne, he made a disturbing discovery about his wife and her brother—with unexpected results.
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Bookmarked by wolverton
26 Feb 2024
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fingers laced to crown by Valmalpal
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
09 Feb 2024
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She hums sometimes. The wench.
Only when she thinks no one can hear her. When Ser Cleos is off picking blackberries or gathering firewood and Jaime is pretending to doze chained against a tree.
He's not even sure she's aware of it. Jaime has to strain to hear her as she hums under her breath.
It's a curiously sweet melody. Wistful. Probably some song about thwarted love that only the homely giants on her insignificant rock would know.
This one yearns, for all the good it'll do her with that face.
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19 Feb 2024