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    As soon as Eddie gets to the counter, Steve turns to him and says, “Back me up here. Kissing is no big deal, right?”

    Steve Harrington is talking about kissing. Eddie’s brain shorts out. “Uh,” he says.

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    26 Feb 2026

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    Perfectly encapsulates 2 delightful gay experiences: 1) making out with someone who you'll probably never see again at the gay bar and 2) silly little crush on your cool friend that's definitely never amounting to anything until it DOES. Steddie may spank it ONCE!!!!!!!!

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    EXT. RAINBOW MOTORS CAR DEALERSHIP - 1973.

    MARK CAMPBELL is talking to a CAR SALESMAN.

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    A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?

    MARK considers the beige Volkswagen van for a moment.

    MARK
    Let's do it.

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    24 May 2026

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    An absolute retroactive shoo in for my cooked spn rec list from 2021. Toxic girlmom John winchester inventing the feminine conjugation of Dad Who Makes You Call Him Sir syndrome. Sam and Lily!!! The ENDING. Total glitch in the matrix to me that this wasn't published fifteen years earlier and doesn't have 5k kudos and a small cult following in the comments

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    “Anyway, he’s staying with me for a while,” John says.

    “My place got firebombed,” Matt says, reflexively.

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    09 Apr 2026

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    a stone cold These Are The Dudes I Guess classic. charmingly 2000s. internal monologue I wanna chew on. the bit that's like But they weren't, actually, he reminds himself. with section breaks on either side lives in my head rent free to this day as THE definitive post fake dating internal monologue

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    Dunk never felt so young as he did around Egg. Young, and terrified, and stupid. So he had to be tall, for the both of them, even though sometimes what he wanted, more than anything else, was for someone bigger and stronger and kinder to pat him on the head and tell him it would all be fine.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    No literally me when I'd ridden a long way through battles and bad country and he was my girl waiting for me at journey's end. YEAH bitch let's get some GENDER in these fucking KNIGHTS!!!!!!

  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    He couldn’t imagine that Lyonel would take kindly to having been passed over. In favor of House Targaryen, at that. “Seems to me,” he said gloomily, “he’ll either have forgotten the whole thing and will welcome me with unseemly quantities of wine and dancing, or he’ll skewer me on first sight as repayment for his wounded pride.”

    “Ah.” Egg looked solemn. “Those usually are the two options with high lords.”

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    16 Mar 2026

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    Great characterisation, class tensions, Baelor haunting the narrative, formless yearning etc etc but what I'm REALLY here for is the descriptions of CLOUDS in this mf. Some of the most delicious inventive Pratchettian weather writing I've ever come across. Me and all my efforts at clever ways to anthropomorphise the Wellington wind can only WISH