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i am PHYSICALLY incapable of being silent about the gift fics apparently so! a wippet from anotha one!
Jamie Fucking Tartt arrives at Richmond one afternoon as summer is winding down, and he arrives alone.
Roy knows this because he’d sent Bumbercatch as a scout to assess the situation—or, if he was being accurate about it, Bumbercatch had volunteered as a scout to assess the situation before anyone else even had a chance to consider what the proper course of action is when you’re being delivered a seventeen-year-old walking ego from Man City, and no one had had any better suggestions so Roy had allowed it—and now Bumbercatch has skidded back through the locker room doors, wild-eyed, and announced, “Target has arrived on the premises, Captain!”
“I think maybe we should refrain from calling him a ‘target’,” Sam says, hesitantly, and is roundly ignored.
Roy looks up, fingers looped through the laces of his boots. The rest of the team has gone silent, almost like they’re holding their breath as one. This is the part about being a Captain that he despises the most; the expectation of it, and the way he knows he won’t ever be able to live up to it.
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what's the most nastiest smuttiest gut wrenching toe curling gojo fic have u ever read
oh baby here u go i revisit it weekly i hope you haven’t read it becos it’s so yummy wish i could experience it for the first time again
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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?
Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".
My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.
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baby snoopy this, baby clifford that, baby gromit blah blah blah. what about baby kermit???????
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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