[18] Bones (various episodes)
[22] Sleepy Hollow
[19] Gilmore Girls (various episodes)
[10] Underworld: Rise of the Lycans
[14] Frost/Nixon (+ behind the scenes)



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Title: wishbone
Author: falseeeyelashes
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Rating: pg
Spoilers: through Season Three.
Summary: pull it till it breaks (or, an assortment of moments collected among the living and the dead (but mostly the dead)).

HERE

Title: Waking up to your reality (1/1)
Pairing: B/B
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Just under 5000
Summary: Oneshot, set in season five. Brennan has had one date too many, and Booth snaps, giving her a damn good taste of her own medicine. Eventual B/B, would I really write anything else? Read through by the lovely luvvinbones.

“Let me give you a reality check, Bones.” She opens her mouth as if to interrupt but he raises a hand to stop her.

The film Our Lady Of Victory has not only changed the film's name to "MIGHTY MACKS", but has finally released a trailer.

The new films name is "Mighty Macks". (I personally preferred the original title of the film, this one reminds me of Mighty Ducks, I think Our Lady of Victory had more heart, which I think this film has.)

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Made for tv20in20
PREVIEW

Over HERE at shadedcolor

[001-010] Emily Blunt
[011-016] Rupert Grint
[017-029] Daniel Radcliffe
[030-054] Ashley Greene, Jackson Rathbone, Nikki Reed & Kellan Lutz @ Glamour UK
[055-058] Nikki Reed
[059-103] New Moon
[104-146] Skins

TEASERS


There is no place like home when you got no place to go. @ tomorrowbleeds

I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

-- Dave Eggers, What is the What: The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng

[01-10] Bones 5x06
[11-24] Grey's Anatomy 6x08
[25-30] Legend of the Seeker 2x01
[37-40] Hospital Central Misc

Preview:

HERE at my journal.

27 x True Blood, V, Bones, Battlestar Galactica, Lost.
13 x Meet Joe Black.
07 x Star Wars.
42 x Requests.



more: HERE @ plasticminds

I asked the active mod if I could promote a new community here and they said SURE because they're kind of cool like that. Awesome mod is awesome.

Okay, so at icha_icha_no, we spork the Naruto Bad!Fic. You probably won't believe us when we say it's all in good fun, but trust us, it is. If you think you might be offended, it's best if you don't venture over and cuss us out, okay? Because. Ok, I don't have a reason right now.

Anyway, just remember: There Might Be Wank. This is not a promise, though, because we actually love the fandom and the people in it. It's just... some fic can be so bad, they're good. We'd love to have have you over!

HERE ARE THE RULES. HERE IS THE COMMUNITY.

My entries for round #4 @ bones20in20.

Spoiler warning:
- Perfect Pieces in the Purple Pond [s4e4]
- Fire in the Ice [s4e13]
- Cinderella in the Cardboard [s4e20]
- Bond in the Boot [s5e2]
- Tough Man in the Tender Chicken [s5e6]

Michael Terry icons have no spoilers.

  

Find the rest here.

The time had finally arrived for him to acknowledge her brothers as family. He didn't feel rushed. He stared at the strapping young men and suddenly felt as though he were in the presence of giants. He was both humbled and in awe of them.

They were God's answer to his prayers. All those years of anguish and terror, in the dark hours of the night when desolation threatened to devour his very soul, he had prayed for a miracle.

And all along God had already given him four.

He had been truly blessed. He had a wonderful daughter, a noble son-in-law, and now...

"It appears I have four sons."


For the Roses by Julie Garwood

'What have you known of loss
That makes you different from other men?'
- Gilgamesh


When the desert refused my history,
Refused to acknowledge that I had lived
there, with you, among a vanished tribe,

two, three thousand years ago, you parted
the dawn rain, its thickest monsoon curtains,

and beckoned me to the northern canyons.
There, among the red rocks, you lived alone.
I had still not learned the style of nomads:

to walk between the rain drops to keep dry.
Wet and cold, I spoke like a poor man,

without irony. You showed me the relics
of our former life, proof that we'd at last
found each other, but in your arms I felt

singled out for loss. When you lit the fire
and poured the wine, "I am going," I murmured,
repeatedly, "going where no one has been
and no one will be... Will you come with me?"
You took my hand, and we walked through the streets

of an emptied world, vulnerable
to our suddenly bare history in which I was,

but you said won't again be, singled
out for loss in your arms, won't ever again
be exiled, never again, from your arms.

"Are you the happiest and the saddest right now that you've ever been?"
"Of course I am."
"Why?"
"Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."

"I would rather write than do anything else. In fact, some wise guy, knowing of my penchant for gallantry to young women, asked me during a question-and-answer session once, "If you had to choose between writing and women, Dr. Asimov, which would you choose?"

I answered instantly, "Well, I can type for 12 hours without getting tired."

The beauty of poetry and holiness of love are simply the roses under which they try to hide its rottenness. Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us.

Title: Bloody Fangs

Author: demon_rays 

Rating:PG-13

Characters: Gackt and Hyde

Summary: Hyde finally gets his fangs...at a costly price. The Last Story, the first one being Bloody Promises the second being Bloody Beginnings and the third one is Bloody Kisses

Warnings: Blood, Vampirsim, Angst, Character death,

Disclaimer: They belong to themselves

 

( I don't want them! )

By small and small: midnight to four a.m.
by Jack Gilbert

For eleven years I have regretted it,
regretted that I did not do what
I wanted to do as I sat there those
four hours watching her die. I wanted
to crawl in among the machinery
and hold her in my arms, knowing
the elementary, leftover bit of her
mind would dimly recognize it was me
carrying her to where she was going.


Michiko Dead
by Jack Gilbert

He manages like somebody carrying a box
that is too heavy, first with his arms
underneath. When their strength gives out,
he moves the hands forward, hooking them
on the corners, pulling the weight against
his chest. He moves his thumbs slightly
when the fingers begin to tire, and it makes
different muscles take over. Afterward,
he carries it on his shoulder, until the blood
drains out of the arm that is stretched up
to steady the box and the arm goes numb. But now
the man can hold underneath again, so that
he can go on without ever putting the box down.

Jack Gilbert, "By small and small: midnight to four a.m." and  “Michiko Dead”  from The Great Fires: Poems 1982-1992.