Phaugette



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    Lightning thinks it’s a bookmark, for a split second. But then his vision shifts into focus and he realizes it’s actually a magazine clipping being used as a bookmark. Someone cut out a picture of a young man in very low-riding jeans. The image is captioned Slender Andre has one reader drooling all over the page!

    Lightning stares. He squints. He feels numb all over, limbs oddly heavy and tingling, blood pounding in his ears making his own heartbeat sound exactly how it does when he’s under water: echoey, resounding, alien.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    i don’t want to talk about it

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    A love story consists of different perspectives and different memories. It’s about saudade / realization / entanglement / out of control / hope / restart

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    Warning: adult content in extra chapters; Trigger Warning: self harm

    Fan comics, doujinshi. It's highly recommended to read it on big screens such as iPad or PC. So you can see details about their facial expressions.

    One of the best Naruto fanart I’ve ever seen. So I translated it ❤

    Aug 15, 2025 Update: Replaced some pictures that were deleted by Imgur. NSFW? Come on, it's art! If you have better image-sharing platform recommendations, please let me know.

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    05 May 2026

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    there is no moon tonight

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    Three weeks after the fall of the Calamity, Zelda changes her mind.

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    12 Mar 2021

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    WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!

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    Later, Katara can see how it all fell apart. Azula in her cell, growing roses; Zuko surrounded by enemies, slowly dying; their friends in the Earth Kingdom, safely escaping. And herself at the centre of it, saving lives and breaking promises. Set after finale, eventual Zutara.

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    12 Mar 2021

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    legitimately indescribable. i felt sick with how in love they were, and how impossible it really was. Azula and her roses also destroyed me i haven’t recovered at all from this damn thing
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    Four times where Lance feels insecure, and one time where Keith has had enough.

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    25 Dec 2025

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    icl i always end up coming back to read this fic like a bad itch i can’t stop scratching. i read it when it came out and it’s stayed on my mind since. This ship is a curse
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    Lance looked down at his hands. He knew, distantly, that they were beautiful. The skin was soft, and the fingers were long, delicate and thin, with neatly trimmed nails, the signs of hands that were well cared for. His mama would always hold them, tell him how soft they were, and how lucky someone will be one day to have the privilege to hold those palms, caress them with the love they truly deserve. Viewed from his mama’s eyes, his hands were blossoms, with vibrant colors and trimmed stems, covered in dew from the ocean breeze. They were blossoms, pure and blue, and they were beautiful.

    He knew his hands were beautiful, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see it.

    When Lance looked down at his hands, he saw the thin lines of scars tracing across his knuckles, white and striking against the flushed skin. He saw his palms shaking in the heat of battle, missing every shot, unable to do the one job he was supposed to do best. He heard his own screams when he woke up at night, trembling from every pore, sweaty palms grasping at his own face in a desperate attempt to remember if he was even alive. He tasted Shiro’s bitter disappointment and felt the weight of the world in the crevice of his palms. Instead of blossoms, all Lance could see was ashes, dried up and cracking his skin into something gruesome and terrifying.

    Mama would not be proud of him, Lance realized. There was nothing to be proud of.