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The Twenty-seventh and final chapter of The Affairs of Dragons is live.

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It's been awhile since I first said this, but it's still true. You have the best URL ever.

Every time I look at it I'm just reminded that I really wanted to make it sarcasticbeastsandwheretofindthem, but that's 33 characters long and never have I known such frustration.

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allthemarvelousrage replied to your post: subjunctivemood replied to your post “I was...

I keep meaning to do a Reread Project blog about WoT, but like many things, I just never get around to it.

I kind of want to/might try to do some reread blogging, but I don’t really know how to recap things in a way that’s fun for anyone else to read, apparently. (or at least have not had much success with my Avengers comic recapping.)

but we’ll see if I feel moved. and also will continue to just post about things I think of as they come up on this mess of a blog.

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Chillers from the Rock - Kindle edition by Ellen Curtis, Peter Foote, Chelsea Bee, Paul Carberry, Matthew LeDrew, Ali House, Maggie Carroll, Kelley Power, Erin Vance, Dale Gilbert Jarvis. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. Use features like bookmarks, note taking and highlighting while reading Chillers from the Rock.

Chillers From the Rock, a horror anthology of short stories featuring more words by my partner @allthemarvelousrage released today!

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I am getting Shiro Feels, as I’m in the middle of a rewatch with my son. I have not seen much past the middle second season, so I look forward to all the ways those Feels Will Grow.

The Shiro Feels Will Grow So Much More because He’s such a Sweet and Soft Boy who Deserves So Much. 

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Join us for our first interview episode with Luka Carroll, writer and developer for Changeling the Dreaming. You can follow him on his facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/epiphling You can find Changeling the Dreaming on DrivethruRPG: Core rulebook Book of Freeholds Our music is composed by James Horan. To contact him regarding composition, send him an email: [email protected] To help support the show, you can donate through PayPal. We'll use the donation to pay our artists and cover hosting costs for the show.

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Dialogue, Winteriron, “shoot them”. :D

This probably won’t be too long (sadly, sorry) because I’ve… really gotten out of the writing fic habit for like the past six months (and Marvel for the past YEAR yikes) but for you sir I will do my best. ;)

I don’t even know really, but I hope you enjoy it? Also watch out for the read more.

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“This is a terrible idea,” Tony said, leaning against the wall and glancing up and down the street.

“So you keep telling me,” Bucky chuckled, his voice warm and familiar in Tony’s ear. “But this will work.”

“The security on this place is crazy, high tech and old tech, the home of a paranoid bastard, and you want to steal some goddamn pieces of paper!”

“You enjoyed the challenge of planning this,” Bucky laughed. “And you want those pieces of paper even more than I do.”

Which was… not untrue, but - “That’s beside the point!”

“Is it?”

Tony made an exasperated noise, shifting against the wall, tilting his head back and staring at the intricately curved black metal bars topping the brick. The clouds up in the sky were moving quickly, grey and promising rain within a few hours.

“You better be faster than this stupid storm,” Tony muttered.

“You look good wet,” Bucky mused.

Tony made a mental note to kick him later for that.

“If I have to sit around this wall and disrupt the cameras for too much longer, people are gonna start asking questions.”

Bucky scoffed. “If someone gets nosy, just shoot ‘em.”

“Shoot them?“ Tony demanded.

“Politely,” Bucky suggested, and Tony burst out laughing.

“What, isn’t that all that matters to people around here? You can do whatever underhanded dirty shit you want, so long as you’re polite about it.”

“You’re not wrong,” Tony muttered, and was proud it only came out a little bitter.

It was quiet for a bit, and Tony brought out his phone to play around with Snapchat filters to kill the time.

“Are you really worried about timing on this?” Bucky asked unexpectedly.

Tony paused, considered it, and admitted, “Little bit. Longer I hang around the more likely someone gets curious or suspicious. Or the higher the chance that I get recognized.”

“Sugar, you don’t look much like you did when I first met you, I doubt any of these assholes are going to realize who you are.”

“You’d be surprised.” Tony glanced around but they’d picked their time carefully. Lots of these people were down at the country club celebrating how important they were together with a very well paid for politician. They had the time, and they had the smallest chance of being noticed as Tony could get them.

“Okay, just the office,” Bucky said.

“Door’s boobytrapped,” Tony reminded him. He realized he was biting at his thumb nail and yanked his hands down into his pockets.

“I got it.”

The next seventeen minutes of quiet was nerve-wracking as hell for Tony.

But then - “Okay, making my way out, sugar. Be ready in twenty.”

Tony focused on keeping his breathing even and his posture from showing his anxious nerves. Close, they were so close -

The roar of Bucky’s motorcycle coming around the corner made him break into a grin. He shoved off the damned wall, stepped up to the curb just seconds before Bucky pulled to a stop. He held out Tony’s helmet, and Tony yanked it on, sliding onto the back of the bike and curling his arms around Bucky’s waist. The backpack between them went flat, with only a slight noise from inside.

Bucky peeled away, and Tony tucked his face down.

It was another thirty minutes before Bucky pulled over at a motel and they both slipped off. Tony went inside to get them a room, Bucky following not a minute later, hand settling on Tony’s back. They didn’t say anything until they were in the room, door locked.

Bucky dropped the backpack on the bed.

“Right where you said they’d be.”

“He’s always stuck with what works, instead of changing things up as often as he should. Not always adaptable, which makes no fucking sense,” Tony grumbled.

He opened the backpack, pulling out five different blueprints - his name on them. There’d used to be eight, four years ago.

“All yours, Tony,” Bucky said, wrapping around Tony from behind and kissing his temple. “Kick your father’s ass, now.”

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