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letters from eighth grade by hansdevice
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
28 Mar 2026
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Dear Mr. Sir Grace,
This is Abby from your eighth grade class. We have a substitute teacher called Mr. Tyson. He is not nearly as good as you. We don’t play with a lava happy-sack. We read out of a textbook.
over the years, Ryland Grace's eighth grade class write him messages.
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one normal boy by microbiologistmusings
Fandom The Addams Family (Comics), The Pitt (TV)
18 Sep 2025
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When Mickey had decided to move in with a werewolf, he'd thought his biggest concern would be some mandatory howling once a month. Maybe an unlucky rabbit at dinnertime. Shedding?
He sure as fuck hadn't expected this.
"You fucking reek, Mickey," Ian complained, scrunching his nose in distaste.
"Hello to you too, asshole," he grumbled as he kicked off his shoes and left his umbrella by the door.
He strode towards him, tugging at his clothes and scowling as he said, "Take that shit off." -
Learning to Dance Again by LittleLynn
Fandoms: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types
18 Jan 2015
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The Greenwood Academy of Dance was run by the elusive Thranduil Oropherion.
Bard learnt quite a lot about the mysterious Thranduil Oropherion from the gossiping mothers with children at the school.
And the most interesting thing he learnt was that no one actually knew much of anything about him.
Thranduil, a legendary dancer, had opened up the Greenwood Academy of Dance, and people had flocked to it. He used to hold lessons personally, running master classes and beginners classes alike. But five years ago there had been a fire at the academy – a bad one, Bard remembered hearing about it. By some miracle there had been no fatalities and the school had been quickly rebuilt.
But no one had seen so much as a glimpse of Thranduil since.
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'Alone this Yuletide? Irritated with prying and nosey family members?
I am an out of work blacksmith currently trying to make my way by any means necessary that does not involve my resorting to thievery (prisons are most uncomfortable, I've unfortunate first hand experience). However, if you would like me to be your strictly platonic companion for any social function, but have me pretend that we are in a serious courtship, so as to torment your family and ward off unwanted suitors then I am more than obliging...'
After becoming increasingly irritated by overtures of romance from various Shire residents following the death of his mother four years ago, Bilbo is more than ready to resort to desperate measures. That is, up to and including pretending to be in a serious relationship with a certain surly blacksmith currently inhabiting the Bindbale Woods.
It's a good idea after all; all they have to do is pretend to be in love over the Yuletide period and Bilbo's family and suitors will surely leave him alone after that. It's perfect! And nothing can possibly go wrong, right? Certainly nothing as preposterous as falling for one another for real...