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gensplosion, but please find me on Tumblr as certified-diplodocus if you want to yell at and/or with me about fanstuff. Or other stuff. We can just scream at the sky together like socially-anxious penguins.My fic on Archive Of Our Own (also in the Pit as longlivehumour). All gen, for now.
Indiana Jones
The Secret Life of Archaeologists
Indiana Jones has two lives, and one is not like the other. Sooner or later somebody's bound to notice.
Blake's 7
The Designer
A man walks into a bar. He may later regret this.
(In which Vila talks, and some other things happen.)
(P.S. if I haven't answered your message I don't hate you, I'm just panicking because that's clearly the normal human response to a message from another normal human. I'll try to get round to it
