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a spring memorandum by yowler
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
10 May 2022
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In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request — for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.
“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”
(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)Series
- Part 1 of a spring memorandum
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10 Feb 2026
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quickly became one of my favorites
Looking into Winter’s face, Theo is gripped by an impulse to crush him into a hug if only to be sure he’s real — but it’s gone as soon as it comes, and Theo’s arms hang at his sides.
“You spend so much time thinking about losing things that you never really have them.”
“The bird I could keep,” Boris forces out. And then, having started, babbling as though unable to stop: “And was wrong, I knew it, a terrible mistake. Did not mean for the bird to bring me back into your life, I swear. Like a piece of you, selfish, I see this now. But I. It was better than being selfish in another way.”
But Boris is a liar; he lies when he thinks it will get him out of trouble, and out of compulsion, and when honesty would hurt worse.
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“Come to NYU,” he says. Mouth moving before he really knows what he’s saying, what he’s offering. Thinking not about Mom, or Mike, or the ghosts of this town, but of himself, and what he wants. “With me. You and Lucas. Let’s all go. I’m sick of Hawkins.”
(or: will byers and the art of moving on.)
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20 Jan 2026
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madwise and their boyfriend lucas.... Fawk yes
You’re the heart of the party. Will had told Mike that, once. But Will is also a zombie, and zombies have no need of hearts. He thinks, belatedly, that he very well might have everything he needs right here.
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corrina, corrina by curlymcclain
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
01 Oct 2019
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Seeing him here, in New York, surrounded by the deep browns and golds of Hobart and Blackwell, is so alien to me I have to repress the urge to pinch myself like a child would after a dream. It looks incorrect, him standing here. Like someone has taken a pair of scissors to my memories of him, cut him out of his rightful place on the abandoned playground, and pasted him sloppily into a corner of my life where he doesn’t belong. Has it only been a few weeks? It feels like ages longer, like it’s been a decade, like we’re different people trying to see what exactly we liked about each other so much way back when.
But then he says it again- “Potter.”- and that feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived.
“You came,” I say dumbly.
He gives a cheery smirk that I don’t believe. “Promised I would.”
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- Part 1 of corrina, corrina
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28 Dec 2021
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probably my most read fic of all time LOL
The past is nothing to him, an obstacle, something to weigh you down- the way I want it to. I want the past to devour me, drag me down into its muddy depths and never let me go. I refuse to have faith, as he does, in the future. Because she is not there.
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if i gotta go first, i’ll do it on my terms (you’re gonna lose what you love the most) by possibilist
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
16 Mar 2015
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On her twenty-third birthday, Lexa tells you that the average life span of commanders is twenty-four years, one month, and seventeen days.
or: what it means to love the commander.
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04 Dec 2024
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You love someone who has been raised to die, and it is never easy.
oh.....
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"It's your house," he muttered. "It only seems right you should get to use it, once in a while. And it's been years since you took a vacation, and you were attacked by a psychopath lately, so you could probably use a break. But it's," he shifted in his chair, "probably it's not really your idea of a vacation, having to spend it with me and a, a pack of strays."
"On the contrary," Hannibal said, anticipation unfurling warm and bubbly in his chest, "that sounds like a wonderful time."
(Vietnamese translation available.)
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- Part 1 of Yet Another Hannigram S1 AU
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02 Sep 2025
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I think about this part all the time:
"'It's a habit, that's all,' Will said. 'It's like always buying the same brand of toothpaste or always putting your car keys in your right pocket instead of your left. When you have an afternoon to yourself, you don't think, oh, I'll pick up the phone and call a friend to see if they want to come over, go to a movie, do something. Instead you compose some music or read a book or try a new recipe because that's what you've always done. Something hasn't come along to jostle that habit. Not yet.'Hannibal had to take a moment before he could reply. 'Surely the moratorium on psychoanalysis applies to you as well as me.'
'That's not psychoanalysis,' Will said. 'That's empathy.'"