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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    In Harry’s old friend group they said that a person had ‘gone to Scotland.’ No one asked follow up questions on that one because no one wanted to know if it was the disease or if it was suicide that had taken them. Or if it was something else. Whatever something else might be. [...] Harry wondered sometimes if they talked about him that way. If there were people who said that he had gone to Scotland too. The people he’d been closest to knew that he wasn’t dead, but to most people he had just… disappeared.

    Gone to Scotland. Joined a cult.

    He had heard people’s disappearances referred to as that as well. That one was almost fitting to what had happened to him. He had joined a cult of sorts. An independent, international intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion. It sure sounded cult-like.


    A look at Harry's first years at Kingsman, as a gay man in Thatcher's UK during the AIDS crisis.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Read. Do NOT forget

  2. Public Bookmark 17

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    When the streets of Gotham are dark, two men from different sides of the Gotham feud meet in secret. A storm is rising and these men will form an alliance, but at what cost to Gotham?/ This is a story from the views of Oswald Cobblepot (Yayume) and Edward Nygma (CaptainAmericaGirl).

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    21 Apr 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 3

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    “Do you–” Br'aad stops. He bounces one leg and taps his fingers against the table. There’s a flighty sort of nervousness hovering at the back of his throat and a deep dread blooming in his lungs and they’re both fighting it out somewhere in his skull. Familiar ghosts drift from neon orange booths. “Do you really not remember any of this?”

    “... What?” Sylnan gives him the crazy-person look.

    “This, any of this, Sylnan.” He waves at the diner and the orange and the pig n’ poke. “Like, today. Like it’s all happened before. Tuesday, I mean." And with that, the low, creeping horror that has been slowly crawling its way up his back sinks its teeth in deep. Because he remembers how this day ends.

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    15 Mar 2025