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Guys, it’s been a radical day. I’m gonna go to bed because I reallyreaalyREALLY wanted to post the last chapter today so I was drawing until 2am last night and set my alarm for 6am to upload and do the final touches, but thank you for all the love!!! I’ll write more on this tomorrow. Night! <3

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Rich: It wasn’t just his! It was everybody’s who was involved in that fucking Fire!

Michael: calma!!!

anonymous asked:

Everlark for number 29? Your fics are great, keep on writing!

So, um…this prompt is two years old. Yikes. But anyways, the requested dialogue phrase is “I thought you were dead,” and it will be a miracle if the Anon who sent this even remembers sending it (*crazed laughter*). Anyhow, this prompt along with a few reviews shook something loose in my head and the below 4K+ word vomit happened. Not beta’d, so forgive my mistakes, also the end feels rushed but short of completely rewriting Catching Fire this is what you get. It is a continuation of something that is a year old, which you can read on:

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your choice. You’re gonna want to read that part first. And before you ask…yes there’s a third part in the works. So now I have to figure out how to post this part to the other sites when I said I wouldn’t expand it. Why do I do this to myself? I should be working on ms2sl or It’s All a Lie. Enough whining! Rated M for sexy times. Enjoy.


It takes a good two minutes for what they’re suggesting to sink into my brain. As soon as it does, I shake my head vigorously. “I’m not saying that.”

“Come on, Katniss. Your mother will know it’s a lie.” As if that would be my only real objection.

“No!” I shout at Gale but my eyes are drawn to Peeta, sitting in one of the bright chartreuse armchairs, hands clenched with his forearms resting on his thighs. There’s a strange tick in his jaw and a gaping chasm between us that I don’t know how to breach. My next words are directed at him. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispers. My eyes burn and bile rises in my throat as I run from the room.

“Catnip,” Gale pleads. He hasn’t called me that unless there’s a camera around since before the last Games.

“Let him talk to her and explain,” I hear Haymitch say and I know that Peeta’s following me. I run to the only place I can think of that might allow me to talk freely, so long as the wind is howling like it was last night. A cold blast of wind hits me when I reach the roof, bringing me to an abrupt halt. Peeta’s warmth crashes into my back. I didn’t think he’d be able to catch up that quickly.

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  • *the lab*
  • Sherlock: *sulking*
  • Molly: *working* It's all in your head, you know.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* No. He's got it in for me.
  • Molly: *chuckles* He's a cat.
  • John: *confused* What's the matter?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Oh, Sherlock's declared war on Toby. He thinks he hates him. I've told you not to antagonise him.
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* And I've told you, when we're in bed, the only pussy I want to see is the one beneath your nightie.
  • John: *mortified* I swear to GOD.
  • Sherlock: Swear all you like; won't stop being true.

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I’m so sad because Prince Henry Frederick’s last words were “Where is my dear sister? My dear Elizabeth? Has she forsaken me?” and then he DIED thinking that his adored little sister hadn’t tried to see him on his deathbed and didn’t love him enough to say goodbye. But he was wrong because in fact, Princess Elizabeth had tried to get to him, she’d even dressed up in disguise and attempted to slip past the palace guards but they recognised her and told her she wasn’t allowed to see him and she begged and wept bitterly but they didn’t let her.

It’s even sadder because Henry’s fever had put him into a state of delirium, he kept singing religious songs and shouting about his rapier, saying he could not stay here, he had work to do and this was God’s punishment for him considering a Catholic princess as a bride, but even in his delirium, he remembered his sister and how close they were and I ABSOLUTELY WANT TO DIE HISTORY IS SO SAD