Cabbage_patch_kid
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“You promise you’ll fix it…?”
“Of course.”
For a heartbeat, he seems to believe you — a dismissive wave of his hand kills that hope. “Forget it, I’m better off handling things myself.”—
Curly ponders on his time on the Tulpar before and after the crash. He’s got 20 years to do so, after all
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In a few seconds, The Boss would die. But a few seconds was an eternity away, and her mind could run o’ so fast.
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Joy recalls her life, from the beginnings of the Cobra Unit to her demise.
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Zu’u Los Fin Oblaan, Zu’u Los Fin Kiin
I am the end, as I am the beginning. I am the Ouroboros, that sliver of morning sun that marks the death of night, and the rebirth of day.From one end of the hourglass to the other, Alduin.
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I know I’m a phony. I shouldn’t have lied to Phoebe, but I did. And I’m sorry. But not sorry enough to come back home. I made my choice, and now I have to live with it. That’s the way it’s always been for me.
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Miller makes a different decision in the 80"s. Instead of vowing revenge, he takes his place at Big Boss"s side as the X.O. of Zanzibar Land. At the dawn of a tumultuous new century, Kaz struggles with the only question left that matters: this is what he wanted, right?
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13 Sep 2024
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He was still asleep, chest shiny from sweat; his torso moved slowly like a half-dead frog. In the dawn light, he seemed monstrous. I dressed quickly and left before he could wake, before his eyes could probe into me and ransack my mind.
In which David does some much-needed self-reflection.
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22 Aug 2024
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string from your tether unwinds; a narcissus game by lunarinnie
Fandoms: Der Tod in Venedig | Death in Venice - Thomas Mann, Morte a Venezia | Death in Venice (1971)
06 Mar 2023
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The light in the halo over my head was flickering, fading away, a weak shell of its former self. I could feel the heavy, molten drops of its liquid gold splendor begin to ooze down from the crown of my scalp, blinding me in viscous rapture, trickling over my lips—marking me.
By the time that mass had ended and I lifted my line of sight to the mezzanine, Aschenbach had fled back into the darkness, nowhere to be seen.
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More than a century after Mann"s publication, Tadzio shares his side of the story.
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26 Jan 2024
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Sobbing, crying, I love this. Fucking masterpiece