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[augustsjanes]

@mcquistonsource event 5: favorite characters  — THE SUPER SIX. 

↳ they meet the others in the hallway, henry passing for hungover but handsome, and alex just doing his best. bea is looking well-rested, fresh, and very smug about it. june, nora, and pez all emerge disheveled from their suite looking like the cats that caught the canaries, but it’s impossible to tell who is a cat and who is a canary. nora has a smudge of lipstick on the back of her neck. alex doesn’t ask.

cash chuckles under his breath when he meets them at the elevators, a tray of six coffees balanced on one hand. hangover tending isn’t part of his job description, but he’s a mother hen. 

“so this is the gang now, huh?”

[princekiem]

@storyseekers event 19: short fiction — the empress of salt and fortune, by nghi vo 

— for @abramneil 🤍

[marksfarrows]

# 1 0 — N E I L  J O S T E N

“it's not the world that's cruel," neil said. "it's the people in it.”

[hennawar]

perfect on paper by sophie gonzales

if you're having relationship issues and you slide a letter though the vents of locker eighty-nine, you will recieve an email from an anonymous sender within the week giving you advice. and if you're wise enough to follow that advice, your relationship problems will be solved, guaranteed, or your money back. and i rarely have to give people their money back.

[emmaharwoods]

@storyseekers event 11 : travel — the henna wars for @lukejulies   

like everything in the world has fallen away to make space for this moment, for the rhythmic breathing of the two of us, side by side. despite the cold, the rain, and the damp, the warmth of flávia’s body is a palpitating thing next to me. the heat of her is stronger than any irish sun.

[haniishu]

1.1k celebration; for @venka tpw or warcross + @wherepoetsdie tpw or grishaverse series

❝ WAR DOESN’T DETERMINE WHO’S RIGHT. WAR DETERMINES WHO REMAINS.❞

celebrate with me?

[fcxhole]

“The next time one of them says you're soulless I might have to fight them.”

November 4th, 1986. Happy Wednesday, Andrew.

[patruchilles]

Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness. 

happy birthday to my dear kalli [ @augustsjanes​ ]