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  1. Rec *

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    Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest
    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
    Drink and the devil had done for the rest
    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

    A Black Sails origin story for the song.

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    17 Oct 2017

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  2. Rec 77

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    Jesse spends 187 days in captivity.

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    01 Jun 2016

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    Hawke and Varric get married for tax purposes.

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    23 Apr 2016

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    If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.

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    09 Apr 2016

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    "He, uh," Sam says. "He just needs space, I think."

    "Of course," Castiel says. His own voice sounds like it is a million miles away. "I understand." It’s an outrageous lie, the kind of thing he is learning that people tell all the time, because they must, to keep afloat. He does not understand. He does not understand at all. He does not actually like the flaxseed bread Sam buys. He is almost never fine.

    He pins the postcard on the board in the library and then goes into the bathroom to splash water on his face. He runs the tap and puts his hands over his eyes but he still sees them, sees the handwriting and the smudge where the ink was still wet, where the skin sat across it and drew it over the paper, the last mark, the proof of life, the only touch he’s had in months, this ghostly impression of an absent hand.

    I’m not coming back.

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    15 Feb 2016

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