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<p>Human curated excerpts from AO3, celebrating the good, bad, and odd.</p><p>Safe for work & minors. No Hogwarts or LLM-generated works.</p><p>🐠 Curator’s notes<br />≈ Breaks between different works</p><p>Profile pic is Akila from Cleopatra in Space (2020).<br />Header image is Donnie Darko’s literature teacher in front of a blackboard with the words ‘elf feet.’</p>
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Post #1954177
Debtor’s prisons in England had always struck me as rather a tasteless response to poverty, when the men in them could be made to be useful members of society, but until then, I hadn’t any idea what I was supposed to do about it.
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Post #1954173
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” said Crew Manager Ridcully, “but I’ve never understood why a terrible coward would decide to become a fireman in the first place.” “Are you serious?” Rincewind asked, “If a fire breaks out, I’m in special clothing, a helmet, carrying a hose, and surrounded by highly trained professional firefighters! I’d be mad not to be a fireman!” “There’s logic there,” Ridcully admitted, “Of a sort.” 🐠 #TerryPratchettDay
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Post #1954172
Haymarket Square – Evening The sky was the color of soot, the clouds hanging low and heavy like they too were waiting for something to ignite. The square filled slowly—men in worker’s caps, women with fists wrapped around protest banners, union organizers with grim faces. Louis stood on the edge of the platform, coat buttoned, hair wind-blown, jaw set like stone. Rudolph stood a few paces behind him, coat slightly too large, hiding the bomb in the deep pocket. No one else knew. They had agreed...