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    The one where Jonathan is neighbours with Steve and Nancy, high school sweethearts from his home town, and they all fall in love.

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  1. Public Bookmark 27

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    An alternate universe where, instead of seeking redemption by going to jail, Faith joins the Fang Gang.
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    Mostly going to be vignettes because I’m less interested in rewriting AtS than I am in Faith having space to feel safe & have a family & process her trauma and do fun gay shit <3 it’s what she deserves!!!!!!!!!

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    18 Nov 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 16

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    He’s never been quite sure of where he stands with Jonathan. He likes the kid, feels protective of him the way he does of everyone in their ragtag little end-of-the-world group. And he’s pretty sure Jonathan likes him well enough too, or at least tolerates and grudgingly trusts him, but he’s never been able to shake the feeling that Jonathan rather resents Hopper’s place in his family’s lives. And that’s fair enough, Hopper supposes, given everything with Lonnie and the circumstances under which Hopper had started showing up. He doesn’t blame him.

    Jonathan gags again—the sound is louder now and even more unpleasant from the hall than it had been from the bedroom—and Hopper finally forces himself to go to the door.

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    08 Nov 2021

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    “Tom would have killed you, Jonathan,” says Hopper. They’re harsh words, but he tries to say them gently. “And probably a whole lot of other people, too. Your brother. My daughter. So the way I see it, you saved a lot of people. Including the most important people in the world to both of us.”

    “But I couldn’t save Tom.”

    Hopper glances at him. His face is almost expressionless, though his voice sounds tortured. He feels his own voice shaking a bit as he speaks. “He was already gone, kid. There wasn’t anything left to save.”

  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    “I never made a choice, Ginerva,” he continues. “I didn’t decide to follow the Dark Lord. I followed, and I never thought about it. And I could not sit here and honestly say that I hate his cause, no matter how much you want me to. I’m not doing this because I want to betray him.”

    “Then why? What does this get you?”

    He looks away from her. “I don’t know yet,” he admits. “But I hate him. I know that now.”
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    or; Draco hears something he shouldn't, and 1995 goes a little differently.

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    04 Nov 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 39

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    Buffy says, "The girl you loved didn't make it out of the ground."

    Or: Buffy crawls out of her grave and remembers loving Spike. They just have to get back to where they were.

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    26 Sep 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Buffy says, "The girl you loved didn't make it out of the ground."

    Spike takes another step forward and says, "Then let me love who did."

  5. Public Bookmark 28

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    Or, five relationship milestones Maeve and Otis reach in Otis’ bedroom, and the one they reach in Maeve’s

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    13 Sep 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “It doesn’t matter,” she tells him, pushing the words out from behind the lump in her throat. “Not what I want, not how you touch me.” She pulls the hand still clutching her about the waist up and over her heart. “I already feel you. Like soil in the lungs. Suffocating. Gasping for rebirth.”

    “We’ve really lost the thread of this poem,” he says, voice cracked wide open. Not from nerves like usual, but rather bursting with the same too-big emotion weighing on her heart.