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    1979, year of war and obsession and sleep loss and sexual frustration. Sirius is hoping to go out with a bang and not a whimper; enter Remus, stage left.

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    10 May 2020

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    A razor-sharp study of love grown twisted and thorny, bristling with sexual tension and set against the ominous backdrop of the escalating war, with doom scratching at the door (or in the walls, at it were). Sirius's perspective is blistering, his feelings for Remus complicated and real, and the prose has a relentless, bruising quality, like falling down a very long set of stairs. You don't read this story—it sucks you in and spits you back out.

    [This Is Not Your Year, by montparnasse]

  2. Rec 23

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    You heard a riddle, once. Or maybe it was a story. Aren’t riddles kind of like stories, except that the jackass telling the story won’t tell you the ending? Makes you guess the ending yourself, based on how it started?

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    15 Feb 2022

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    Spike’s double vision as mind-fuck and metaphor, and the philosophical conundrum of survival. The focus here is on Spike, but his collisions with the rest of the gang are rich and carefully treated.

    [theseus, by besselfcn]

  3. Rec 4

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    The thing about Matty Ruiz, Kevin thinks, the thing that keeps Kevin coming back for more and more and more, his goddamn masculine mystique, is that he’s just so fucking uptight.

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    28 Oct 2021

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    GOD. To be clear, all of this author's Matthias & Maxime stuff is a gift to the universe, but this is the one that broke my ribs and stole my lunch money, especially the end, especially having read Miss You Like a Home. Jesus Christ.

    Edit for a coherent rec instead of just flailing: I adore characters like Kevin McAfee, particularly deconstructed and vulnerable like he is here. There's a lot of tenderness between the lines of this story, at least to my reading, which juxtaposes beautifully against what we know about how Kevin presents himself to the world. It just—yeah. This one got me.

    [Always on My Mind, by zetaophiuchi]

  4. Rec 9

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    The dominant vibe of the evening was: who are these people?

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    13 Jan 2022

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    I think I began trusting the author with the line, “God and Eisenhower both wanted people to fly through places like Gehenna”, and it only got better from there. Just as lurid and frenetic and funny and bleak as you could possibly want.

    [The Pain of Being a Man, by ionthesparrow]

  5. Rec 81

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    There are five pastries in there, fattened with raisins and slathered in honey. Perhaps they are tasty. Taste is pleasure. Illumi has little familiarity with the concept of pleasure as derived from anything other than efficient contract killing, gratuitous bloodshed, and Killua’s complete obedience.

    (Killua accepts a contract. Illumi takes it upon himself to supervise.)

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    01 Nov 2021

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    Killua as seen through Illumi’s dispassionate gaze, caught beneath his dispassionate thumb, at his dispassionate mercy, if indeed you could call it that. Fab characterization.

    [to clarify the meat of his lessons, by suitablyskippy]