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Next month, it will be a year since Zuko came to Tabula Rasa. It's something he finds a little hard to believe, despite having lived it ( Read more... ) -
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Dated 30 September 2011:
He's a fucking ghost, the Tony that was, vibrant and cruel and absolute. He's a photo in an album, a fucking footnote, faded into obscurity.
Tony is canon punctured, and the pieces fall into place even as they're falling utterly apart.
Spoilers for Skins S1 & S2
[ HERE | Ongoing | PG]
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There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Back home, Rizzo had to drive on down to the drive-in if she wanted to catch a flick. The options were pretty limited to whatever reel the man in charge had lying around, but she wasn't too big on the things anyhow. Here, though, they had plenty of movies just lying around on the bookshelf, waiting to be thrown up on the screen in the rec room - in ( Read more... ) -
The Girl Who Broke the Fourth Wall
Lisbeth Salander didn't believe in magic. She believed in skill and chance, and knew that whether or not the universe was vast and strange, it still followed a set of rules. The rules could be tracked in a number of ways, mostly through mathematical equation.
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It wasn’t very often that Cassie got the urge to watch a movie. She was a very active person, her hobby was a being a super hero so that probably would say something, but even she had the days where she wanted nothing more then to curl up on the couch and watching TV. And today was most definitely one of those days ( Read more... ) -
That was when I saw her walking up the pier
Savannah had found the book a few days ago and had, of course, cracked it open. The very first line made her eyes sting and tear. Surely it couldn't really be John's story. But that very first line, My name is John Tyree. I was born in 1977, and I grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina, she just knew and she had to keep reading. Even against her ( Read more... ) -
Probably should say something about ELO.
"Hold on..." Rose Tyler was currently sitting on the couch in the Rec Room, a giant book in her lap. She was cross-legged, her hair in braids, the sort of shorts and tank top that she'd have worn when she was eighteen, not twenty-four, but considering how hot it was outside she supposed that she'd earned a pass ( Read more... ) -
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Edmund had made a stalwart attempt to ignore it, but there really wasn't much for that plan when he got down to it.
His life was a children's story.
When people had mentioned reading about their adventures, had referred to The Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund had exercised a kind of active ignorance. No, at first perhaps he genuinely believed they ( Read more... )
