pocketbat

A line drawing of a small, cheerful cartoon bat in a shirt pocket



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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    Ingrid could picture in her mind the opening paragraphs of her paper back in the exsanguinating confines of society. Linden, I. R. Vanishing Breeding Grounds: Arctic Tourism and Migratory Patterns of Pygoscelis Adeliae. Presented at the Symposium of Whatever, 2019.

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    17 Dec 2018

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    A series of stories wherein three people manage to overcome their collective foibles, save a nation, and even manage to get the girl (and the boy, and the boy) at the end.

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  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    “Enjoy the party, huh?” Tony offers her a plastic smile that doesn’t crinkle up to her crow's-feet. Seems like every time Petey sees her, there’s more grey in the rich brown of her short cut. “Have a drink. Talk to someone new.” She winks, and while Petey knows it’s all for show, her stomach flips over, just like when she used to watch her TED talks and struggle to admit to herself that Tony Stark was both the kind of woman she wanted to be and the kind of woman she wanted.

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    16 Nov 2018

  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    Harry was suffering; an old hurt had flared up like the bullet in John’s arm when the weather changed. And he had, in something close to a miracle, asked for help. John passed a rueful hand over his face – Harry’s definition of ‘help’ was, of course, completely fucking insane.

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    17 Sep 2018

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    i may not be exaggerating if i say this fic kicked off my fascination--no, obsession--with consent play

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    “You could’ve done anything for me today,” Hisoka murmured, his voice husky and low as he drove into Chrollo even harder. His hand caught Chrollo under the chin, forcing his head up with a warning squeeze to his throat. “Anything at all. We could’ve had dinner or watched a movie or fooled around in the suite, but you did this,” he drove his hips forward, “ instead.”

    Chrollo couldn’t speak. He trembled, though. He trembled so hard Hisoka feared his knees might give out entirely. It propelled him on. He wanted to see that happen. He wanted to be the one to make Chrollo fall to his knees like a puppet with cut strings.

    He drew his tongue along the flushed line of Chrollo’s nape, sinking his teeth in for a teasingly sharp bite. “Is this a gift for me, Chrollo,” Hisoka wondered, giving him a punishingly deep thrust, “or for you?”

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    03 Aug 2018