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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    Experimentally, Mark stands up and, as expected, reels a little. The sensation makes him laugh. He sits back down and does it again, swaying enough that he has to grab onto the wall separating him and Dylan. "This is actually pretty fun," he reports as the bathroom door opens and shuts behind them.

    "What's going on out here? Mark playing musical chairs by himself?" Petey's voice asks.

    "Mark's outie came in wasted," Dylan informs him, still clicking away.

     

    -- slice of life in the MDR office

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    23 May 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    Helena Eagan is not a rotten apple.

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    19 May 2022

  3. Public Bookmark 18

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    Breaking company rules is a form of self care.

    OR a story about the revolutionary act that is choosing to love yourself.

    OR the aftermath of the party and Mark S.'s role in it-- part character study, part plot, all angst, baby!

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    18 May 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 8

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    Helena Eagan receives a resignation, and then a threat, and then an attempted murder, and then has her body stolen.

    (All Helly R. knows about herself is that she hates her.)

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    12 May 2022

  5. Public Bookmark *

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    The weather on Qing Jing Peak was never just boring. It was either gloriously sunny, with a blazing blue sky and charming little birds twittering among the bamboo, or dramatically storming, rain pounding against the walls, the perfect backdrop for a furious confrontation or declaration of all-consuming love (read: lust). So when Shen Qingqiu woke up to a light, uninteresting drizzle falling from a dishwater sky, he knew instantly that something was wrong.

    Binghe was plastered against his back, too big, too warm, his palm pressed to his chest over Shen Qingqiu’s heart as if needing, always, the confirmation that he was alive. Shen Qingqiu could feel his erection pressing against the curve of his lower back, knew that if he wanted to he could shift his hips, grind backwards, and Binghe would wake and be on him in moments, pulling the sleeping robes from his shoulders and latching his teeth into the column of Shen Qingqiu's throat, marking him, over and over, as his.

    So that was all normal. There was something else, something more abstract, that was off.

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    08 May 2022

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