. . . after having watched the whole series in succession and omg omg omg! The scene where Spock and Kirk meet for the first time since Spock left to do his Vulcan-thing and Kirk went back to Earth was sooooooooo painful. It hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt ( Read more... )

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I’m made of twigs and bit of paper

twined and woven together, I rustle as I move

Scraping my wooden fingers against the sky

Scratching on paper, leaving behind blood and shredded skin

Red ink and sawdust are my words

My eyes are pieces of broken glass,

my hair dried brittle grass

Last week a storm blew me apart

I was strewn across the wet pavement

Branches ( Read more... )

Well, obviously I've been rather active in the community lately. I've laughed, I've cried, I've learned how to balance a spoon on the end of my nose, and I've microwaved endless cups of instant coffee. To get through this difficult time I resorted to taking foolish and often dangerous risks such as walking on slippery wooden floors with only socks ( Read more... )

Title: Mêlée
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Title: Island
Author: hawk1701
Prompt: 175. Wilson & House are a couple; they have to deal with Wilson's homophobic brother.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Parings: H/ W established, Wilson’s brother.
Warnings: violence, a few swear words.
Disclaimer: I reuse plastic cutlery . . . how could I own House?
Authors’ Notes: I’m dedicating this story (both my ( Read more... )

Title: Mêlée (1/5)
Author: ( Read more... )

            “It’s alright,” the man sitting across from me replied. I had been seeing Mr. Renfolds for a little over three months, ever since the sudden death of his wife. The event had plunged Mr. Renfolds into a debilitating period of depression and social-anxiety. However, medication had proved effective and he has shown great improvement.

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My Fics:
Sorry, they're not really in any particular order but I think its all of them. I can't express the gratitude I feel, and though I could type "thank you" a million times it would still not quite reach the level of thankfulness required to convey how much I couldn't have done it without readers. You are the wind in my sails, the petrel in my ( Read more... )