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Kyr and Yiso, coming together in the aftermath.
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The first thing Kyr did, after it all was settled, was cut her ponytail off at the base.
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06 Jun 2026
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Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
05 Oct 2019
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As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:
--His clothing was expensive and stylish;
--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
--He looked angry;
--He was wearing sunglasses.What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?
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01 Jun 2026
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the one with the therapist. fucking amazing
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Esther looked at him steadily for a long moment, and then took her glasses off. "And you think this isn't a therapy question, Michael?"
(After the Fourth of July, Robby grapples with making a new path forward, with Jack at his side.)
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11 May 2026
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Even without the napkin, it would have been clear that Jack had been the one to pack the cooler bag. Not an inch of wasted space, everything nested together like some kind of food-based, three-dimensional Tetris: a bag of chips; three granola bars, Robby's preferred brand and flavour; a black and white cookie in a ziplock baggie; two cans of sparkling water; a small tupperware container; a thick, square package of something wrapped tight in red waxed paper. On top of everything was a spork, a carefully folded paper napkin, and a wet wipe sachet; the whole sat on top of a heavy-duty reusable ice pack.
But the napkin took away any lingering doubt. On it, Jack had jotted a note in his usual blocky print.
Not sure if I got the salad anywhere close to what your grandma used to make, but mine would have said that God loves a trier. Then again, she did vote for Nixon, and more than once, so she said a lot of shit. Enjoy.
Here the nib of the pen seemed to have dug into the napkin for a moment before Jack had continued: I don't want to get a call as your emergency contact, but I'll pick up the phone for you any time.
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There’s a long moment after Robby wakes when he isn’t sure what day it is. (Set immediately after the events of season one.)
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28 Dec 2025
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He can’t remember the protocols he used, the approaches they tried, only the blood that pooled around his feet, staining his shoes, and Robby hasn’t the first idea that he’s crying through any of it until Biff clumsily sits up and reaches up to lick at his face. It startles a wet breath of laughter from him, and he scritches Biff behind one ear. Isn’t that the way of it, he thinks desperately. Loss and laughter, grief and trust, a scalpel wielded against giving flesh and the lightest touch of a human hand muddled together. In a kennel. With a dog.