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    Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer-- thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents' townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

    Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace.

    When the pages trailed out to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

    "Probationer," Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. "Was I unclear in the spring?"

    Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, "I'm not a probationer anymore."

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    07 Oct 2017

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    You can kill me, she thought. But nothing I did will die. It was enough. It was everything I had, and it was always enough.
    ...
    Here was everything she had spat in the Chamber's face, everything she had prayed for in that long cold vigil, everything she had stood for in that practice yard dirt, ready to fight forever for something they told her she could not ever earn.
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    raoul and jon have, throughout this, shouting matches about it. the sort where they call each other spoiled children and thayet sends them both to their rooms. jon is trying to make compromises and keep peace and think of the big picture and raoul is like there is a twelve year old kid down there who disarmed me when i didn't mean her to, who's withstood so many things and words hurled at her, who keeps coming back and back because she believes in what knighthood is supposed to be, more than any of those spoiled brats on the other side of that training yard fence, and you won't let her fight for you. it's not just cruel, jon, it's stupid

    Oh Kel, sweet Kel, my Kel. How I adore you and admire your every act of stubborn defiance. May you always inspire me to do my best, preservers and do what's right. You'll always be my favorite.

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    Bitty sees Jack Zimmermann almost every morning, but he’s never said a single word to him. Honestly, Jack Zimmermann probably doesn’t even know that he exists.

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    04 Sep 2017

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    okay so things have been rather... tiresome for me the last couple of weeks and I need to make an appointment to see my therapist again and -
    okay, anyway. so this fic. it feels like my soul has ascended to a higher plane of existence. It's so fluffy I wanna die. Guaranteed mood improver, do recommend. I just love it so much okay
    and below I'll put down a part of my live-blogging of it. because I can.
    Okay, Jack does come in a lot. To buy napkins. And one time a potato peeler. “He’s coming here for the pie, May.” He always stays for a slice of pie. Bitty has been thinking about telling him that he can just have the pie without buying anything. Really, they’re not that serious about the pie for paying customers only rule. Nobody needs that many napkins.
    JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE NAPKINS
    NO REALLY ALL I CAN THINK OF IS LIKE MESSY LAZY CLEAN UP
    JACK NO
    LOVE YOURSELF AND -
    wait
    fuck
    I mean -
    ... pretty much exactly what I said but love yourself and treat yourself better than a ridiculous amount of napkins for clean up
    lol Jack Zimmermann the millennial who will single handedly keep the napkin industry alive via inept flirting

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    The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

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    27 May 2017

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    The whole team finds out because what Tanger knows Flower knows and what Flower knows the whole team knows.

    They send him photos daily.

    Sidney drinking iced coffee through a straw, wearing dark wash jeans that hug his thighs, kneeling down to sign an autograph for a little kid.

    Before a five day road trip he finds a copy of Sidney's issue of GQ in his stall with a note that says ‘for those lonely hotel room nights.’

    There’s a post-it sticking out of the top of it and without even looking he knows what it’s marking.

    Geno has his own copy at home.

    This is exactly the kind of fluffy fic I needed. Short, sweet, yet with enough attention paid to the details and background that you can feel how this world works. Such a good

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    When Harry was eleven years old, his Hogwarts letter came by owl. He'd been accidentally blowing windows open and lighting cauliflower on fire for years. James took Harry to go get his wand at Ollivanders, and Lily took Dudley to the Owl Emporium where he tried to convince her they should build an aviary in the backyard. They came home with a fat black cat who hissed at everyone. Dudley named him Spooks, and Lily called him Monster.

    "Did you have to?" said James. "That is the meanest beast I've ever met, and I've known Remus unmedicated on full moons and a pubescent Sirius thwarted in love."

    Lily, who had ink on her cheek and a ballpoint pen stuck behind her ear, waved vaguely at the living room without looking up from her arrest report. Dudley was asleep in an armchair. The cat sprawled across his lap. Both its front paws were wrapped around Dudley's arm as it cleaned his wrist with aggressive fondness.

    "Alright," said James. "Yeah, you had to."

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    21 Apr 2017

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    Oh no it's cool it's fine I didn't need my heart anyway...

    I didn't steal anything. He gave it, because he's got a heart big enough to level mountains. I like to think you would've known that, if you'd lived, if you'd known him. This isn't a fight, it's a family.

    What would you think of me, now, Tune? What would you have done, if it was my son?

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    24 Mar 2017

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    Never in his life had Jack ever experienced a day so conclusively derailed by pancakes.

    This fic is amazing. Like the number of actual laughing out loud moments, the care taken in building this magical realism, the incorporation of history and Jack's passion and intensity and everything... I really truly love this.

    And also that last chapter is just. Priceless. I can't wait to see how the rest of the series unfolds but omg guys pls read this