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it always leads to you in my hometown by zargothraxcore
Fandoms: The Boys in the Boat (2023)
21 Jun 2024
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Don heaves a big, shaky sigh, reaches up and scrubs his hands across his face, smudging his tears. He looks so awfully young for a moment, and Bobby wants to take it all back, wants to spare Don from himself, wants to go back in time and quit crewing before he ever sat across Don in a racing shell. Before he ruined Don.
“I think I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the past nine years,” he says with a little laugh, “and you finally say it when it doesn’t change anything.”The boys reunite in 1945. Bobby goes home with Don.
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“You will be our eyes and hands in the timeline of the prophecy. You will do what we ask of you, you will wield this hammer as we command. You will handle the anomalies and keep problematic strands in line. You will ensure the correct progression of events and you will do so at any cost, even your own life. You are for us what that hammer is for you. Our weapon. A role you are not unfamiliar with.”
Angus has a chat with the Starlords after the events of Maleficus Geminus.
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“Do you want to try to sleep?” he asks, one half of him hoping Roger says yes – he needs it, judging by the dark circles under his exhaustion-dull eyes – and the other, selfish half hoping he says no, that he’ll understand the meaning behind the question and ask Chuck to stay and talk with him, or read to him, or keep him entertained in any fashion. Chuck would do anything to have him laugh again. Or just smile. He’d settle for a smile.
“Not really. Doubt I’d manage it if I tried, either.” There’s a tinge of annoyance in Roger’s tone. Chuck knows it’s not directed at him – it must be awful for Roger to lie about in a mousehole of a cabin for days on end, retching up what little food or drink he can get down, and missing out on all the fun everyone else is having during their first transatlantic voyage.Roger spends the first couple days on board the SS Manhattan terribly seasick. Chuck attempts to take care of him, and things only get more complicated from there.
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“You fell out of the sky? Half of you is partially melted, the other half is broken to bits. You’re a royal title away from being scrap metal, your highness.”
The Robot Prince of Auchtertool sustains some injuries. He goes in for maintenance.
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“I died,” Zargothrax said, sounding surprised to his own ears. He did, he remembered it clearly: that pesky McFife kid and the Lords-damn Hootsman, clear as day. He remembered the final blow. He actually remembered Ralathor himself, their eyes locking for a moment before it all went black. Before he woke up here.
“Very astute,” said the voice of Ralathor from somewhere. Zargothrax couldn’t see him. “I need to check your vitals, and then you can get up once your limbs have warmed through enough to move.”Deep beneath Dundee, a clone wakes from his frozen slumber.
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he feels handcrafted just for you but he's a little bit too far away (and you can't) by shrimpheaven
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
09 Apr 2026
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Humans will find a way to justify just about anything.
That’s why Grace is going to jack off for Rocky.
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Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye."
(Or, Derek's hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)
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06 May 2026
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phenomenal nominal nothing by grimark
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
25 Apr 2026
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“Proof of concept,” ♫♬♯♩♩♫ says. “We’ve tested it thoroughly to ensure it fits the specified nutritional profile, and several members of our team have ingested small amounts of it to ensure there were no adverse effects.”
“You ate some of it?” I ask, rudely. I’m too irate to mind my language. Who do they think they are? That meat is for Grace. In a way, that meat is Grace.
“Yes,” ♫♬♯♩♩♫ says. They and the rest of the human life support thrum know better than to be offended by my occasionally strange behaviour. “Obviously we weren’t going to risk the life of Honoured Grace on a completely untested technology.”
That doesn’t mean much. There’s a lot of things that are safe for ingestion by Eridians that would outright kill a human.
Trust Grace, I remind myself. He’ll have thought of all this.
(OR: Grace's meburgers from the book epilogue. Let's talk about those!)
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In the Agallamh na Seanórach, long after the deaths of Fionn Mac Cumhail and many of the other warriors, Caílte Mac Rónáin and Fionn’s son Oisín recite the Deeds of Fionn to an interested St Patrick. St Patrick asks them where their best hunting has been, and Oisín answers, on the Isle of Arran, at Lammas. High above the sea its summit; dear its green growth, rare its bogland; blue island of glens, of horses, of peaked mountains, oaks and armies...
It was there that he was happiest, Paddy says, and there he returns.
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10 Apr 2026
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“You died.” Paddy saw his body, how the sand enveloped his lifeless face like a vestal shroud. The image has haunted him for months.
“Aye,” says Eoin, “something like that.”
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09 Apr 2026