(Sirius Black at 2am in the Gryffindor dormitory)
Oh, yikes!! You’ve got some sass, anon.
I’m fine. I’ve been battling some health things which has put me out of commission for a while, but the next chapter of Our Own Demons should be out this week or the following.
I’m just like:
Gale Hawthorne, the down-and-out boxer from the wrong side of town, lives for three things. His mother and siblings. His boxing matches. And his evening talks with Madge Undersee, the pretty mayor’s daughter who sold him his beloved fish. But when he’s offered the fight of a lifetime, everything Gale knows is threatened as he tries to defend his neighborhood and the ones he loves.
The Kingdom of Dirt by Juniorstarcatcher
↳ For his role in a violent miner’s strike in District Twelve, Gale Hawthorne is made an example of. Sold into servitude in The Capitol, Gale is forced to trust someone who embodies everything he has ever tried to hate. A daughter of the Capitol and a member of the elite. Madge Undersee.
does anyone want to collaborate with me on something for gadge day?? i need someone who does edits/graphics/gifs who would be willing to make something for a story of mine?
Title: A Strange Poetry
Summary: When her parents are executed by Romulus Thread, only one person stands up to save Madge Undersee from the fate The Capitol has condemned her to. Gale/Madge; AU.
Trigger Warnings: Some angst
Progress Status: Complete
Part of the THG universe: Yes
Tags: Teen, gadge, married,
My thoughts/comments: This is such a wonderful story, Alys is a very talented writer and her prose is full of beautiful imagery and emotion. This is such a great concept for a fic and I love how Gale and Madge’s relationship develops over the course of their sudden marriage of convenience.
on wednesday, i will be updating in the ring and, as in the ring only has a few (maybe two or three?) chapters left, I will also posting the first chapter of the gadge fic i will be writing after that!
hooray for gadge fandom!
Gadge Month: Weather
↳Strange Weather by Tom Waits
and he’s the rain that they predicted. the sky is falling all down. and nothing is the matter, for i never cry in town. a love like ours, my dear, is best measured when it’s down.