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Of course "Donnie" isn't his real name.
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15 Jun 2026
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gorgeous premise and wonderful bite sized fic with equally beautiful dialogue and prose xx
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Joe can’t go home again.
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29 May 2026
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revolutionary and historical as all things by gigi forgetyourscarf are! truly one that people will speak of in hushed whispers as THE joe liebgott fic as well as one of the best post-war fics to ever do it xx
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A site skin that gives AO3 a slightly modernized, semi-flat look and enhances the user experience.
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- Slimmed-down header
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- Sticky dashboard (desktop only) and sticky filters
- Custom content icons and stats icons
- Color-coded tags
- Improved tablet and mobile compatibility
- Optional automatic switching between light and dark mode
- Seven customizable color schemes (more may follow)
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Last updated: 21 June 2026Series
- Part 4 of AO3 Site Skins
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11 Apr 2026
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"I have to do it right," is what he tells him. The compulsion is a habit now, the rhythms familiar as the ceremony of Sunday Mass to George. He fears that if he doesn't do something that it will upset the cosmic balance, prove an insult to the memory of this poor child, that God will mark his inaction as a failure. That George, when he is dead, will be made to look at the list of people he refused to help and answer for it. Toye visibly fights against some emotion: disgust or fear or maybe even worry, before giving up and exhaling a long, shaky breath.
"You get two minutes," he says, and surprises Luz by not retreating completely outside. Steady, even here, in this murky space between the living and the dead. He crosses his arms and waits. George gently rests his hand on the jutting ankle bone and prays in fumbling Latin, adding a phrase he remembers from his grandmother at the end: Lord, please grant us the solace of your peace when our trials are over.
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01 Aug 2025
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a beautifully done fic that is absolutely haunting and warming in equal strains; has an incredible use of prose and wonderful characterizations, and is endlessly heartbreaking and ageless
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The shitty thing was that Q had a boyfriend at the time – a ravishing, blond, public-school-boy wank fantasy of an actual, actual boyfriend. Then Bond came along.
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24 Jul 2025
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excellently researched and with some of the best dialogue and character interaction i’ve seen in fic — delightfully done and endlessly rereadable <3