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    Upending a life to move to a small town in Japan turns out to be the easy part.

    (A somewhat history of an exhibition skate for two.)

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    23 Jul 2026

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    study for writing style. MWAH!!!

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    10 Jul 2026

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    brilliant worldbuilding

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    The only type of dating geologists are good at is radioactive carbon-dating. The rest goes completely over their heads.

    (Viktor and Yuuri are geology professors leading a field course in Western Australia. Chaos ensues.)

    Alfred shifts awkwardly. Looks at Viktor and Yuuri, and asks, “So, uh. Are you guys dating?”

    Yuuri greatly misunderstands, and Viktor panics.

    Of course we are, Yuuri says. Rather critically, he thinks to himself: why else would he be here, in the scorching, godforsaken heat, surrounded by a hundred kilos of rock, if not for the purpose of radiometric dating?

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    08 Jul 2026

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    phenomenal lines in here... lots of fluid motion <333

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    “You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”

    Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”

    The rain continues falling.

    (And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.

    And Olruggio forgets.)

    There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    fuck fucking hell are you fucking kidding me it's always been an old story

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    Fujitaka didn’t think to ask Yukito if he’d like to come along on the family camping trip, because when Fujitaka says the word ‘family’, Yukito’s existence is already cradled there.

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    30 May 2026

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    everyday i am cleaved cleanly by how quiet and ongoing we make our love <333