Okay, so I've been forgetting to post the recent fics I've written, and that's a bad thing, cuz even if they go up at my personal journal, they're friendslocked and not everyone can see them. So, um, here, for what it's worth.
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my yuletide fic: Dead Poets Society, Knox/Charlie )
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It falls wonderfully between the nostalgia and introspection from their school days, and a sort of rebelion against their current lives.
And perfectly drawn from the first time, through the habit it is to present tense of the current time.
And Knox kissing him in public at the end.
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