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  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    "You need a nap." Not a question. "Lay the fuck down. I'll keep watch. If anyone's stupid enough to come after us after finding your little fanboy like that, I ...

    Jul 12, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She nodded and considered their options. They couldn't find safety in a town somewhere. It would take at least a few weeks for her head to look normal anyway, and ...

    Jul 11, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She rolled her eyes, "No shit, Sherlock." She eyed him. He was still on his feet, kinda. Barely. He was about to tip over. They had the whole day ahead ...

    Jul 11, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby had gotten up when he saw the ghost and started to back away, itching to break into a sprint but not wanting to draw its attention. And then it ...

    Jul 11, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She shrugged the shoulder he wasn't leaning on, "Ship. Just follow the second star and let the glitter and rainbows blind your eyes until you make it to the dumbest ...

    Jul 11, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    She tucked the gun away in her coat and took out her glasses, awkwardly putting them back on with her one free hand. They helped to hide the bullet hole ...

    Jul 11, 2020
  • Archive Re: All Grown Up

    Queenie considered turning and finding her own way out of this....whatever this was. But no. No, that wasn't an option. It would take her too long to figure out where ...

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: The Campground

    "Oh," Queenie said, "I've never met anyone with the same name as me before."

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: The Campground

    Queenie's brow furrowed. She had gotten up and dusted herself off when it was pretty clear that she was being ignored, which still hurt, no matter how much dad said ...

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: Cold Oak

    Bobby’s eye caught on a building a little ways away. It was just as dreary as all the others, just as unsafe and creepy, and right on the other side ...

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate fiddled with her bangs. The bullet wound was too low for them to cover it completely, but still, it was slightly less in-your-face. It was a few moments before ...

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate didn't know what was more revolting, the taste, or the fact that she was getting used to it. She could see Hoss getting pale, and she couldn't tell if ...

    Jul 10, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate glared at him, “Don’t look so grossed out. You shot me in the head, I’d say this is more than fair,” she grumbled. The flask finally filled and she ...

    Jul 9, 2020
  • Archive Re: No Faith, No Trust, And Lots of Pixie Dust

    Kate moved carefully over to James and assessed whether he was fit to hold a gun. Hoss was losing blood and, logically speaking, Kate really, really needed that blood. Certainly ...

    Jul 9, 2020
  • Archive Re: Apartment 309E

    Maggie Angelos Mornings were a tired, useless cliche and Maggie was the poor fool who brought only a ten-cent romance novel from the airport gift shop for entertainment on a ...

    Jul 9, 2020


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