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Vertigo by gallantrejoinder, glasgowbones
Fandom: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (TV 2016)
13 Oct 2019
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Arthur gave Merlin his cloak thinking only of the warmth it would offer in a snowstorm. He never thought his manservant may be mistaken for him and snatched by bandits. Nor did he expect his dashing rescue of Merlin to turn his world so utterly on his head.
Because the bandits hadn't kidnapped a prince. They'd snatched a sorcerer, and now captivity is the least of anyone's problems.
A golden age awaits, but can they claim it together, or are they doomed to fail?
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A Letter from “Crawly” to Azirapil by mostlydeadlanguages
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Mesopotamian RPF
08 Jul 2019
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This remarkable letter of unknown provenance surfaced recently in the cuneiform collection of the University of West Wessex. Addressed to Azirapil from a Mr. “Crawly,” it appears to be begging for the other’s return to Ur from a western journey with another individual, Abiraham. The relationship between the two (brothers? business partners? friends?) is unknown.
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An old pal of Bertie’s comes back from the continent with a rather interesting proposal. Could this lavender scheme really allow him to pursue Jeeves while escaping the wrath of marriage-happy aunts?
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Like Ted said, a pyramid's just three triangles all leaning on each other.
Or: there's a lot of new normals to settle into after winning against Man City.
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Sometimes it didn’t feel like his body was actually a body, see. And when that happened, it was good to have someone else there to remind you. Like a hug in the Wembley Stadium away team dressing room that brought your feet back down into your shoes and your lungs sucking in air.
But other times, Jamie was all skin. Too aware of himself, down to the marrow. The tanned flesh stretched across the muscles of his thighs. The soft, seamless barrier of his wrist, through which he could see the purpled veins on the other side, so close all he could think about was how little it would take, really, to break through. Open himself out.
Jamie, his skin, and a lifetime (so far) of learning to live in it.