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  1. Public Bookmark 32

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    Maybe Jon is a metaphor for God right now, or maybe he is a metaphor for nothing and Martin is just buzzed as a secular Christmas Party drags along upstairs.

    Jon circles Martin's wrist with his slender fingers, leans close, says: "Can I—"

    This is a bad idea.

    Martin says: "Yes."


    or: it's ill-advised to make out with your boss with whom you are hoplessly in love while you're supposed to be at a christmas party, but that never stopped martin "king" blackwood
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    10 Nov 2020

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    this is exactly as beautiful as i hoped it'd be. the line in the summary is just something else

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    Never has Jon ever fallen in love with someone at the Magnus Institute.*

    (Not true.)

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    22 Jun 2020

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    quite beautiful and transcendent and tragic

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    Martin Blackwood is sixteen when he sees the ocean for the first time.

    He’s been on vacation a handful of time before, but only short distances from home, and certainly never as far away as Bournemouth.

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    04 Jun 2020

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    very fond of this one

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    Jon was not a stranger to death.
    He was an orphan raised by his elderly grandmother, he’d been to more funerals than he had weddings.
    Death… death was undiscerning. Objective. First you were alive, and then you were not.
    Simple.
    Humans were the ones who made it messy, with their mourning and their loud, heavy grief. Burials and ceremonies and calla lilies.

    Sometimes, Jon wished it was just a matter of putting a body in the dirt and being done with it.
    The last funeral he had been to was his grandmother’s. She was seventy nine. She died peacefully, in her sleep. And she would have hated that.

    Jon glanced down to the child sleeping beside him. Willa Briar. His first cousin, once removed.

    This was her mother’s funeral.

     

     

    Jon adopts the daughter of his late cousin. This is complicated by the simple truth that he has no idea how to be a parent.

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    01 Jun 2020

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    sooo feel good, so soft, so lovely. my heart is very warm. found family babeyy

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    The local Primary school has a new teacher. He is, to say the very least, odd.

    A series of statements regarding the interactions of the townsfolk with one Jonathan Sims, never formally given.

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    11 May 2020

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    so wonderful. maybe one of the best fics I've ever read. sweet as anything, adorable, understated. i feel like the key to happiness is hidden within this somewhere. my heart is FULL