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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    (Martin loves you, and has always wanted you to touch him.)

    This piece of information is presented with the same bland indifference as every other piece of information the Eye has ever given him—as factual as when it has informed him of timetables, schedules, entirely unchangeable things—which is perhaps why Jon’s fingers tangle and tighten in Martin’s hair.

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    08 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 1

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    03 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    Strip Poker Stoker:
    [Video ID: A video centers on the same Korean man, this time showing his short, curly black hair and the dimly lit side street behind him. From the waist up, he is only wearing only a black binder, and he tosses a green sweater over his shoulder onto the ground. After he does so, he looks up at the camera with a sloppy grin and sticks his middle fingers up, followed by the laughter of two people offscreen. Video ends.]

    Only Competent Assistant: What a legend

    Only Competent Assistant has renamed the group “Martin ‘The K is for Knives’ Blackwood”

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    23 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 31

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    Jon and Martin go back in time to stop the apocalypse. Or, just Jon goes back. Or, wait, actually, just Martin goes back. Jon and Martin both go back, and nothing gets fixed, but at least we're together this time? No, no, no, wait, we both go back, we fix everything, we get our younger selves together, and - wait, was that... supposed to happen? That wasn't a problem last time, was it? Oh, god, this is all so hard to keep track of... Oh, Annabelle! Hi, Annabelle! Going to tell us what's going on? No? Just... going to smile at us like we're a pair of idiots? Great! Great. Um. Don't suppose we could have another do-over? I'm sure we'll get it right the next time...

    A Not-Time-Travel Not-Fix-It fancomic. Updates weekly.

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    10 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 24

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    He downed the rest of his glass in one quick motion, trying not to cough on it, and...half-succeeded. Just about.

    Jon just chuckled as he gasped and choked a little on the motion, the laugh soft and slow from a few feet away, and something in him thawed out a little more at the sound, the sight. His throat felt warm. All down through his chest, it spread, with a light burning playing through the caverns of his body as the wine warmed him from the inside out. As the relief dripped in, solid and easy and fucking painful. But sweet, still. Sweet.

    The light from the kitchen was playing off the curve of Jon's nose, catching in the breaks between strands of his hair, and it was worth every half-assed sensory-dulling deal and whatever bottle of putrid alcohol he had to force down to see it. To stay, and see it, and be present enough to feel how important it all was to him, again.
    (If he could just let it be.)
    It was worth it.
    He swallowed, and smiled around the lump in his throat. The aftertaste.
    "Next time, we'll get straight vodka, don't worry."

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    Jon and Martin get a little too drunk and confess their feelings. Talk. It’s as much of a disaster and a blessing as could be expected.

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    09 Jun 2026