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Tashi’s mom waited for her to stop hiccuping too violently to speak before she asked, “Do you think you could forgive Art? In the same situation?”
Tashi snorted a laugh in the middle of crying, then had to mop up the snot with the same wad of toilet paper she’d been clutching since the last time she’d done that. “If he slept with Patrick? Probably.”
“Oh, Tashi,” her mom said, and the sudden switch to anger was reassuring. That was a form of certainty. “Patrick? Really?”
Tashi momentarily regressed to eighteen and said, “You don’t know him.”
The quarter-life crisis before Tashi Duncan became Tashi Donaldson.
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“I’m leaving you,” Art says.
Tashi doesn’t look up from her edits. This article is going out in two days, which means that the edits needed to be done yesterday, which means that she’s already behind. “Are you?” she says dryly. “For what, Patrick?"
Art stays silent. He is asking, she realizes, for absolution. He wants her to bless their union or whatever bullshit he thinks he needs from her, as though she’s going to sit back and let him leave her and Lily and everything they’ve built.
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03 Feb 2026
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if i just lay here would you lie with me and forget the world? by brainrot_bee
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
03 Jul 2025
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Ragatha isn't in the mood to talk after the events of episode five.
Unfortunately, Jax is.
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23 Jul 2025
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Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.
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23 Jun 2025
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i finished this at 4AM today morning and wow. i don't think anything can ever recreate the feeling of reading this for the first time. no one understands drarry like this fic does. fucking masterpiece
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“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course—always.”
“Do you remember when you loved me?”
He freezes and opens his eyes. She isn’t looking at him anymore; she’s looking at the skyline.
“Yes. I mean, I remember when I thought I did.”
She whips her head back around to look at him, and he sits up.
“What does that mean? ‘When you thought you did?’’”