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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    Anders takes Missus Whiskers to the vet... again.

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    3 Aug 2017

  2. Rec 1

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    Because they are spending Christmas Day with their families, Carver and Cullen have their own celebration a day earlier so it can be just the two of them. In addition to being more romantic that way, there are just some things a guy does not want to give his boyfriend in front of either of their mothers.

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    16 Mar 2017

  3. Rec 14

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    He’d been stung by a bee when he was young, he remembers. He was wearing knee high socks, shorts, suspenders that dug into his shoulders, and there was dirt on his hands, and there was a bee. He was young enough that the pain made him cry, and Steve’s mom was a nurse, so he climbed the fire escape to their apartment, glassy eyes, and a throbbing thigh, and rapped on the window.

    Steve and Bucky are hiding in London after the prison break. Bucky is filling in his fragmented memories.

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    9 May 2016

  4. Rec 2

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    it's the cliches that cause the trouble, dorian finds. because now he knows that it isn't falling in love but flying.

    alternately: in which dorian has never gone sledding, cillian is horrified and sometimes you just need to kiss your tevinter boyfriend in a snowdrift.

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    26 Mar 2016

  5. Rec 7

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    He’s tired, so tired that each breath brings with it a dull, throbbing ache that settles between the bones of his ribs. He's exhausted no matter how long he sleeps; the nightmares don’t come anymore but neither does rest. Mornings bring only bleary eyes, skin stretched ever-tighter across the bones of his face, the urge to pull the blankets back over his head and return to the Fade. He doesn’t rise at dawn or train the troops himself and most afternoons find him admitting defeat; retreating to his bed or drifting off in his chair. His armor stays on the training dummy now, propped up in the corner of his office; it’s heavy, ill-fitting. It takes too much effort to don the pieces now and it feels wrong. It was forged to match the strength of the wearer and he has none, he never has.

     

     

    warning: most of this fic is hurt with next-to-no comfort. i tried to tag everything i could think of as triggering but please be careful and gentle with yourselves. and if you need me to add another trigger/tag please let me know - i'm happy to do that.

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    11 Feb 2016