#this chapter is long

[lolliputian]

NO BIG FANCY POST JUST

CHAPTER 53 OF TIME AND AGAIN IS POSTED

Long chapter with a cliffhanger because I'm a bastard.

Enjoy!

[pixelartpeach]

*cracks knuckles* Writing time

[citrusbusiness]

Personally I think the glort should play The Flash in whatever the next thing he appears in (idk I don't go there)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 10 is live! 😄

Chapter summary:

Pete learns something new about Vegas. Macau and Chay grow closer. Kinn plans his next move.

[roguepen]

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy Chapter 31 Preview

“It’s not… common or accepted outside of those circles. Parselmouths are always regarded with suspicion, and those who have the ability generally don’t mention it.” 

Dark and dirty were words I heard whispered about the serpent tongued while I was growing up. A politician my father worked with once openly stated on the floor of the Senate, that the parselmouth registry from the 1800’s should be reinstated because the craft is clearly a sign of a powerful dark wix and the speakers needed to be watched. He was immediately shouted down as a racist. 

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WHY DO WE LOVE? (IF IT CAUSES SO MUCH PAIN) || A MAYWARD FIC

Chapter Three

“Are we good?”

Pope’s breath catches as he turns to look at JJ. The other looks nervous, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, legging shaking under the small table so much Pope’s own chair is vibrating. Pope swallows the lump in his throat, mouth suddenly dry as he speaks. 

“We will be.”

Because that is all that Pope can give him for now. Pope isn’t ready to forgive the other completely, to simply forget about what happened between them, but he knows now that they can mend this friendship. He knows that he can forgive JJ.

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Just Like Heaven chapter 28 sneak peak

“I bet she’s enjoying being around her family. Seems kinda shitty, sometimes,” I admit. “That she has a family who loves her, and I don’t, but that we’re here.” “Your life is here, though,” says Finnick, his knees spreading wide in front of him, enough to bump one of mine. “She’s the one who wanted to move here.” “But she didn’t,” I admit. My lips are too loose now, with the beer. I’ve never spoken about this with anyone, not other than Katniss herself, and I didn’t intend to. Finnick straightens, just a little. “What’s that mean?” he asks. “Nothing,” I say. “Bullshit,” he shoots back. “You said she didn’t want to move here. What’s that mean?” “It means--” I swallow. “It means shit’s complicated. Hey, pass me another one.” He does, and for a minute, I think that the conversation is over, but he continues. Of course, he continues. “Because -- from what I’ve seen -- she doesn’t act like she hates it here,” Finnick says. “A little homesick, maybe, but not remotely miserable.”