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Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Young Justice (Comics)
25 Oct 2020
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When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe.
Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin.
Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.
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Bookmarked by makesnowhereplans
14 Aug 2022
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(updated 1 jun 2026)
I AM SO EXCITED TO REREAD THIS AAAAAAAA 😭 my original bookmark did not do this justice
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My Immortal, but as Crime and Punishment by Draginn
Fandoms: Prestuplenie i nakazanie | Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
18 May 2022
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If the title and the tags weren't clear enough, this is My Immortal as Crime and Punishment (or is it Crime and Punishment as My Immortal? hmmm). If you don't know what My Immortal the fanfic is, go read it. It's really a classic. Anyway, enjoy this abomination. I am... actually, I'm not sorry at all.
***Abandoned***
Or at the very least, on a very, very long haitusBookmarked by makesnowhereplans
10 May 2022
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(updated 1 jun 2026)
i am SO glad that this exists this specific type of humour tickles my funny bone just right and i thought that i don't really have a funny bone but this work proved me wrong it like it ripped my funny bone out of some 4th dimension and shoved it into my arm and i was so thankful 😭💕💕💕
the temptation to quote every single sentence is SO STRONG but i'm gonna try to do some self-control
- I dress like a beggar
- I’m related to Roman Raskolnikov but I wish I wasn’t because he’s a major fucking loser. I’m an honorable man, but I’m planning on murdering people.
- I love the dumpster and get all my clothes from there.
- I drank some stinky water so I was ready to go to the reading.
- “Hi Razumikhin!” I said in a depressed voice.
- “What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the literature.
- but Razumikhin didn’t go back into my apartment building, instead he drove the carriage into…………………….the spooky forest!
- “You ludacris fools!” He shouted./I started to cry tears of ice down my pallid face
- “Well, I am a Russian.” I confessed./“Really?” She whimpered./“Yeah.” I roared.
- Raskoninoff isn’t a Marie Sue ok he isn’t perfect! n he has problemz hes depressed 4 godz sake!
- Dark misery was in her depressed eyes.
- She had pale white skin that she was wearing makeup on.
- You may think I’m poor and I am.
- I grabbed an axe and almost rage murdered two people. I was so fucking depressed!
- "I saw it! And my morality returned to me!”/“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a conscience anymore!” I shouted.
- “You look kawai, boi.” Avdotya said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset.
- VEIWER EXCRETION ADVISD.
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If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there? by isa_grapes
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
05 Apr 2021
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He doesn’t know why dinner feels like such a fucking challenge. He can be normal, right? For one night he can be normal for Tubbo. Surely he’s capable of that. Even if Tubbo won’t meet his eyes. Even if fucking Ranboo is there with their stupid son.
It’s just dinner.
,, or, tommy's post-resurrection superpower is anxiety, and Tubbo and Ranboo's life seems too perfect without him in it.
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- Part 13 of Dream smp
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Bookmarked by makesnowhereplans
08 May 2022
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(edited 1 jun 2026)
my first bookmark of this was very taggy like i shouldve just put everything i said as tags but then i remember i can't use the tag feature on mobile so i'm like OH YEAH that's why i wrote it like that but my words were so underwhelming AND THIS DESERVES MORE SO MUCH MORE THIS FIC WAS MY OBSESSION FOR LIKE A YEAR AND NOW IT'S IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT
i liked myself better after witnessing these words and i get this feeling when i read a lot of works on this site but the feeling i got from this work in particular sticks with me like a memory of how home smells 50 years later even when the particulars have been smoothed over by the tides of time and i just bathe in the feeling that this work gave to me from time to time and it makes life so beautiful
now that the words in this work are part of my brain i like my brain more because now my brain can think of these words
quotes:
- the way the icy air bites at his skin, almost like pain, but not quite
- The memories taste like betrayal.
- Tubbo nods around a wince. “Thanks, but it’s not a country.”/“No?” He glances out the window at the flag flapping in the wind./“No.” Tubbo says and doesn’t elaborate.
- It’s heat from his tongue, he spits bullshit because it tastes better than his own blood.
- apparently, they’re only in sync when they’re angry.
- And no matter how hard he tries to jog it back into place it stays jammed, and he stays awful.
- ( “What am I without you?”/“Yourself .")/It doesn’t feel like enough.
- He didn’t ask to be the minutes' man, he was just sort of already holding a notebook. He’s just some guy with memory problems and the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair,
- I can’t figure out how to protect him.
- The world they live in is one that is fundamentally flawed, perpetually torn. And that conflict exists in people as much as it exists out.
- I mean I hope. But that’s never really worked for us in the past.
- No one deserves to decorate their own execution. It’s shit.
- Hope is a nice idea, maybe. It might be futile, but that doesn’t mean it’s pointless. They built a whole country on it, right? They lost the plot to corruption, but if they didn’t, perhaps it could still persist, perhaps it could be enough to hold them all together.
- (His guilt is sewn into his body. He wishes he could bleed it out.)
- Somewhere along the way, hope was stripped from the peacemakers. And they didn’t realize, really, what was being taken.
- "He worries about you, you know.” He breathes. “So do I.”/Tommy’s voice is raw. “Why?”
- “What?” He demands. “What are you looking at?”/“You.” He says, because apparently, he’s being honest now. It feels funny to be honest when he isn’t gonna die.
- And he wants to learn him again, to learn how to be there for him.
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Ed had planned to cling to this as long as he could. He never thought he would be offered forever.
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Bookmarked by makesnowhereplans
07 May 2022
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(edited 1 jun 2026)
hold up my first bookmark didn't do this justice AT ALL lemme try again...i need to explain but words are failing me 😭💕 I'M ABOUT TO CRY LIKE LEGIT BOTTOM LIP TREMBLING WANTING TO EITHER SOB OR SCREAM 😭😭😭😭😭 MY THROAT IS SO CHOKED I FEEL LIKE I HAVE STREP WHAT ARE THESE FEELS I NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR FOR WHAT THIS WORK IS DOING TO ME 😭😭😭😭 okay you know what i give up i'm just gonna quote below and the only reason i'm not quoting the entire fic is bc i physically can't 😭😭😭
- Until he’s left with nothing, and almost wishes he could stay.
- His heart goes tumbling, tumbles right out onto the cold hardwood floor.
- He can’t stand knowing his pain hurts more than just himself, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand it.
- His tone is gentle, full of care and concern that threads straight through Ed’s heart as easily as his fingers through Ed’s hair.
- like he even still believes a rule like equivalency exists
- "I think rose-colored glasses exist, and people sometimes want things they find aren’t for them, and I don’t want to be one of those things."
- it wouldn’t be fair to do that to Roy, even if Roy doesn’t always play fair, either.
- like he’s human contact paper for tragedy, and surely his existence had peaked on the Promised Day.
- He also doesn’t point out the fact that Ed hasn’t been himself for ages, which is nice of him.
- Roy gives him a sheepish smile. “I lied. I was too nervous.”
- the steady to his chaos, the forever to his always
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beomgyu glares intensely at yeosang’s shoes. it’s all his fault, in a convoluted way; a few weekends ago they’d all been at a party together, much like tonight, and beomgyu hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off the little interactions and casual touches between yeosang and his boyfriends. wooyoung fleetingly squeezing yeosang's hand as he walked past, san’s muscular arm draped over his shoulder, two hands tangling together in san’s hair, three pairs of legs tangling on a too-small sofa.
he can admit he’s jealous, but not of any one of the boys in particular - just of the intimacy they show each other so easily. physical touch has always been beomgyu’s main love language, but he’d always half-jokingly demanded acts of service from his friends if asked, thinking they’d make fun of him if they knew.
until now.
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or: mildly touch-starved beomgyu drunkenly rambles to his four best friends about how much he longs for casual intimacy and touch.
they take it as a challenge.
Bookmarked by makesnowhereplans
24 Jul 2025
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my previous bookmark here was so underwhelming...i just can't put words to perfection and the way this work made me feel!! you know how you look at a warm blanket and you're like "oh that's cosy." this work has transcended warm blanket. it has surpassed hot drink. this work is life saving heart surgery performed with warmth and light. i'm so dramatic but i can't live without this fic anymore idk how i was supposed to live without the memory of this fic living in my mind 😭💕💕💕