don't like how i edited this but oh well


January 11th
Happy Birthday Eisuke Ichinomiya!

All the Terrors of the Night

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In her dreams, he dies.

He fades away in her arms as Chronogirl touches him, crumbling into insubstantial mist moment by moment as she clutches at the threads of his existence, every moment they’d shared together, every glowing laugh he’d belted out, every warm touch and searing kiss he’d given her flaring into sudden light.  She clutches at the ashes of memory as they’re caught up in a sudden gale.

The dreams change.  Now it’s her sprinting after Chat as he walks blithely towards the Tyrannosaurus, reaching desperately for his tail, being just that fraction of a second too late, watching as the massive jaws close around him with the crunching of bone and the rending of flesh—

And now he’s the one being knocked from Rogercop’s car, falling terminally to the earth below—

And now she’s a fraction of a second too late with the truck, and Chat jerks once as the Inspector’s bullet hits him then lays still—


And now he’s walking away from her, black suit resplendent against a starless, moonless, black night sky, boots hissing through black sand as he walks towards black mountains in the distance, a tall, black-robed figure beside him—


She wakes, choking on a scream.  She feels arms, tight around her waist, and flails instinctively, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor; a familiar clawed hand shoots out and grabs it.  She grabs the hand, gripping it in desperate, seeking fingers, clutching at its shape in the predawn gloom.

“Hey, hey, Princess,” someone murmurs in her ear as the hand sets the computer more securely aside.  “It’s all right.  Breathe, Princess.”

Chat. It’s Chat, sitting behind her, cradling her gently, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles over the back of her hand. Chat, breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a tangible presence on her back, the warmth of his body a furnace against her clammy skin.

She whirls and pins him to her bed, kissing him desperately, clutching him to her, touching him, feeling the muscles shift beneath his suit, feeling the fever heat of him, feeling the life in him.  After a minute, her heart slows from its panicked tempo, and she lays her head down beside his, fighting to slow her breathing.

“Princess?” he murmurs with bruised lips, luminescent eyes searching her face.  “Are you all right?”

“Fine now,” she mumbles.


A toast to Groffsauce and Lin (x)

not by me, i just saw this and kinda died of delight so i had to share


nct 127; edits: 1/??

These were fun to make– even though I’m supposed to be completing my WC portfolio– Oh well, at least I did something productive– Sort of… ( /// ; __ ;)

  well, you know the drill: no reposting/claiming as yours/etc. please and thank you! 


Adam Driver and Joanne Tucker on the red carpet for the Star Wars: The Force Awakens World Premiere 12.15.2015 (x)

Hi Guys! So here is a fic I’ve had for a WHILE..but tbh I don’t think its that great. I’m kinda just tired of seeing it in my drafts, so I’m posting it because I do like parts of it but as I said in a previous post I don’t like it enough to tag you guys. You probably have no idea what I’m on about…and sorry I just…I dunno its hard to explain how I’m feeling and why I feel its not enough to tag you wonderful people… but yeah…so only tagging mmfdfanfic 

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9N: You both have done such an amazing job of being able to find other work! You know what I mean? People have accepted you in other roles.
DD: Well, she’s good.

GA: You know, at the beginning we didn’t know whether we were gonna go more than thirteen, we didn’t know – I had no clue what, you know–
DD: Oh, yeah, you don’t think about–
GA: –the impact that it was gonna have on my life. All I knew was that my first paycheck was bigger than anything–
DD: Yeah.
GA: –I think I or my parents had ever seen in my entire life–
DD: Yeah, yeah.
GA: –and that’s what you’re focused on.
DD: [laughing] That’s gonna sound great!

9News, IWTB junkets, July 2008