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Mag 48: lost in the crowd

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Ch 14: Dancing With a Ghost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27096931/chapters/168564925

Summary: The section of the tunnels where they’ve decided to talk – an enclave branching off from the main passage – is cold, dark, and stiflingly quiet. In the silence, Tim can clearly hear both Jon’s breathing and his own. Signs of life, steady in spite of everything. Tim finds comfort in the sound for a moment, then remembers with a rising dread why he and Jon are here in the first place. He can’t run from it forever.

“Maybe you can phrase things as statements instead of questions. ‘I want to know what happened’ instead of ‘what happened?,’ and so on.”

Jon nods again. “I can do that. Uh…whenever you’re ready. I would like to know what happened – what your experience was with the Circus of the Other.”

(aka: Tim makes a statement.)

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For the ones that need it today

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jon and the admiral 100 hour staring contest

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Hey Tim, quick question. Does your brother by any chance have an adhd diagnosis? I know it’s too late to get one if not, but I’m just wondering.

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the thing you have to understand is that ALL my jontim is actually secretly jontimsasha in disguise. her memory (or lack thereof) informs their dynamic so much that her involvement is always implicit. jon and tim used to be friends, but they were never friends with just each other. their relationship was built around the assumption of sasha's presence, even if only incidentally, and taking her away is like removing a subtle but essential support structure from a house. even if you took away all the other stressors they still would've had to relearn how to be friends in some capacity, because they've never been in a truly one-on-one dynamic together. they have no way of knowing what that should look like. but also because of the way things shake out sasha leaves such a deep scar that even if things were to heal over she would still be there. she is a fundamental component to the feelings they now have for each other and in a way you could say that alongside the tapes it's the only extant evidence of her existence. that gives it incalculable value to them both. which is incredibly fucked up and bad for everyone, actually, but that's exactly the kind of merchandise I deal in. anyway this is just one more thing that turns their relationship into a haunting

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Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔

We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.

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13. “Fast Slow Disco” by St. Vincent

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

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I’m officially a little over 500 words into the rough draft for Beside Remains Ch 14, which. Is more than I’ve really had the inspiration and spoons to write since 2022, so I’m very excited!

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I just realised that the first time we hear Sasha‘s voice is in an episode about the stranger I‘m actually gonna be sick

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"I walked slowly towards the old steam organ. It was bright red, and in excellent condition, except for a thick layer of dust... I noticed that there was writing, carved onto the cover of the keyboard. It read: Be still, for there is strange music."

MAG 24: Strange Music

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💔 Trapped in Pain… A Mother’s Plea 💔

I am Kholoud Al-Hanawi From Gaza 🇵🇸, the wife of Dr. Ahmad, a surgeon who risked his life in the war to save others. But today, he stands helpless—unable to save his own children. Our home is gone, reduced to rubble, and now we live in a tattered tent, barely shielding us from the burning sun and freezing nights. We have lost everything… but the worst pain is watching our children suffer.

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