lanternicity has converted me to the Green Lantern Fangirl Corps. LIKE I NEEDED MORE FANDOMS. THANK YOU (NOT).

At any rate, because I was gleefully avoiding actually, you know, doing my Lit homework, I was going through IMDB looking for any new Star Trek trailers and discovered that they're apparently considering Chris Pine for Hal Jordan in the new Green ( Read more... )

The first day starts, as most days do, relatively normal. Nora will later glumly reflect that there was no kindly warning from above, no flash-floods or burning asteroids to clue her into the future. She will be horribly put out by this.

But at the moment, she is busy enjoying the (relative) peace. From her perch at the island, she can hear the ( Read more... )

Things never happen the same way twice, which is why Susan Peterson is twenty years old and living out of a musty old flat two blocks from the uni when she finds the mirror in her mother’s attic. It is weighty and gilded and possibly the ugliest creation she has ever had the misfortune of stumbling across in a dark attic, but her mother insists ( Read more... )

*scurries in*


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VOTE VOTE VOTE.

Seriously. The best way to waste time pre-CAPT. Plus--Dean is totally owning the Supernatural category. He's at something like 52%. So go make this percent bigger! And Ten's! And Chloe's! And everyone's! I don't want to see the showdown to be between something like Sawyer and Starbuck, okay? I don't even watch Lost or BSG. And we ( Read more... )

Susan is personally of the opinion that her father would have approved of Caspian, provided they had ever had the chance to meet.

“Are you sure?” Ed queries, cutting his apple into eighths. “Dad wouldn’t have, dunno, castrated the poor boy for inappropriately seducing his eldest daughter?”

The Look Susan cuts him with implies a certain lack of ( Read more... )

“Hey, what’s a mocha?”

Hinata Hyuuga, in the midst of arranging the stack of gift cards, jumped and looked up. The man standing in front of her - he was what Ino would call lickable, considering how nice his biceps were when he scratched the back of his head - was looking at the menu above her head with a concerned look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry ( Read more... )

Here I was, attempting to be all proactive and actually writing the paper for my Independent Study that I technically don't have to write because my advisor maybe kind of gave me the freedom to forget about it since she forgot about it and is unlikely to remember, but digression, because obviously there is little writing of paper going on right now ( Read more... )

Even so. I am a horrible human being.

Right. So, prompted by moirariordan on fanprompted. A community which I do not, handily enough, actually belong to--but semantics my friend, pure semantics.
( When she walked into the little shop to find Derek lounging against the counter, chatting up a scarily thin woman with a low-cut shirt, dreadlocks that might’ve once been blonde, and three rings through her eyebrow, Casey’s mind took a decided turn towards the murderous. She absently wondered if it was possible to stab someone through the jugular with a coffee stirrer. )

“Hey there, Silver Eyes,” she said, smiling. There was a very large knife in her hand.

“Hello,” he said, watching his footwork as he stepped in a circle around her.

“You need to understand,” she said. “This isn’t personal.”

“For you it isn’t,” he said, and she lunged.

~

Outside of Ayame’s, Hokage Avenue was silent. Four in the morning was a ( Read more... )