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This bonus chapter is like BY FAR my fav cause what in the world were they doing??? and they just dropped this fuck ass chapter right after HIKARU GOT BEHEADED??? like excuse me.
I also absolutely love this trio with a burning passion
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WE MADE IT TO THE CHAPTER THAT STARTED IT ALL!!! Nearly 30K words later and we made it <333
Read chapter 5 of turning in your stomach on ao3 🫶 and please come scream with me
Top 5 POV characters in ASOIAF ? Favourite chapter in ASOIAF ?
Sansa Stark
Samwell Tarly
Jon Snow
Arianne Martell
Catelyn Stark
My favourite chapter is ASOS, Sansa VII, when she rebuilds Winterfell from snow.
The most haunting chapter must be the Red Wedding. I’ve only read it once, because I cannot bring myself to read it again, but some of the sentences still haunt me....
Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince.
"So that I may forget," replied the tippler.
"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him.
"Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.
"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.
"Ashamed of drinking!
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
A Pilot’s Life For Me
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by StreetSolo
After your mother, the Queen of Draboon, makes a substantial financial contribution to the Resistance in order to aid them in their skirmish against the First Order, they return the favor by letting you, her only daughter and heir to the throne of Draboon, take flight lessons from none other than the esteemed Commander of the Resistance Starfighters Corps, Poe Dameron. But will you be safe with the Resistance, or will you find yourself and your peaceful planet getting dragged into a war that neither of you are ready for?
Words: 155997, Chapters: 24/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Reader, Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8 (Star Wars), Jessika Pava, Temmin “Snap” Wexley, L'Ulo, Karé Kun, Oddy Muva, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Characters
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Reader, Poe Dameron & Reader
Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Reader-Insert, Male-Female Friendship, POV Female Character, Politics, First Order, Resistance, piloting, Technical, Mechanics, Space Flight, Outer Space, Pre-TFA, Drama, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Moral Ambiguity, Plot, Fluff, Smut, Trust Issues, Eventual Smut, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Sexual Tension, Royalty, Getting to Know Each Other, Snark, Sarcasm, Humor, Funny, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
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Laughing and delightful, she had crossed Oxford Street and Great Portland Street and turned down one of the little streets, and now, and now, the great moment was approaching, for now she slackened, opened her bag, and with one look in his direction, but not at him, one look that bade farewell, summed up the whole situation and dismissed it triumphantly, for ever, had fitted her key, opened the door, and gone! Clarissa’s voice saying, Remember my party, Remember my party, sang in his ears. The house was one of those flat red houses with hanging flower-baskets of vague impropriety. It was over.
Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
