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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    This fic is a callout post for Amythyst for realising they can get me to write whatever the fuck they want by bribing me with art/just making me daydream about it enough. SMH.

    Anyway. Juno and Peter read poetry, I guess.

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    04 Mar 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    Vespa rolled her eyes. "Look, if it's something 'embarrassing,' please take comfort in the fact that I do not care enough about you, personally, to judge you."
    "Mm, no, it's not…uhh…" Juno trailed off, completely drawing a blank on what he'd planned to say next.
    "Steel—" she turned her back to him, shaking her head.
    "You're on estrogen, right?"
    Fuck. That was…not what he meant to say.

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    Juno is more comfortable living on the Carte Blanche than he's been in years. Comfortable enough to notice some areas where he's…not as comfortable. Maybe that's a new wardrobe, maybe that's new hormones. He's…still figuring it out.

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    04 Feb 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 45

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    Juno read somewhere, he thinks, that oftentimes trauma manifests itself later-sometimes much, much later-after the events have unfolded. After everything’s over, when they’re finally safe, their survival instincts switch off, and, well.

    Juno starts to process his trauma, because I can't get enough of that shit and I am ~projecting~.

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    20 Jan 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 23

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    The tray was piled high with eight or nine guns, at least twenty different knives, several plasma cutters, a couple of smoke bombs, a couple of non-smoke bombs, multiple lockpicks, enough snack bars to feed a small army for a week, more keys than any one person could ever need, a living breathing hamster, four different flavours of gum, four passports, two wallets, eight pairs of glasses, a taser that looked like a lipstick case, a lipstick case that looked like a taser, three back-up outfits complete with accessories, a first aid kit, two wigs, a tangled heap of comms relays, and a crumpled pile of cred notes.
    Nureyev patted down his pockets one last time. "I believe that might be everything."

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    02 Dec 2020

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    the one with the fuckn hamster

  5. Public Bookmark 90

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    If asked, Martin would say that he became the shadow director of the Magnus Institute by accident. But nobody ever asked, and nobody ever cared, and it was in this way that Martin stopped lying to himself.

    Or: break free, Martin. All you have to lose are your chains. And your sanity.

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    29 Nov 2020