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    To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

    -- from Shakespeare's Hamlet

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    Canon rewrite of Smallville where one change makes a big difference.

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    Peter flaps a hand in the air, grasping for words. All he’s left with is the thought that’s been running through his head all night: “There was this dilapidated building out near Hell’s Kitchen, rotted all the day through, and I kept staring at it and thinking, This thing could go down at the smallest breeze.” Peter gestures at the roof over their head. “Even this apartment could go down easily enough.”

    May rubs his hand. “Buildings don’t just collapse, Peter. Did something happen to make you worried about that?”

    Peter shakes his head. He doesn’t ever give her details. He doesn’t tell her about the intimate, gnawing kind of horror that came with being trapped beneath a collapsed building and knowing no one was coming to save you; the way it felt like his bones were being ground into the damp cement; how he’d felt small and very soft, and how his thoughts keep going over the components of a building—rusted metals, long nails strong enough to jut through cement—and how that might’ve pierced him if he’d moved wrong, like a fork pulled through slow cooked meats.

     

    (Peter learns to cope and communicate with the people around him, post-Homecoming.)

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    17 Jul 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Hey, look,” MJ says when Peter and Ned sit down across from her, not even looking up from her sketch, “Peter's here, and not dead.”

    “Hey, MJ,” Peter says. He starts demolishing his lunch with a fever. He’s so hungry. Ned watches him with a distant kind of horror, and quietly slides over half a sandwich. Peter eats it in two bites.

    Halfway through their break, MJ shoves a notepad under his nose. On it, below a half-assed outline for a Literature essay, is a flustered chicken sketched in pen. Its wings flap above its head, and sweat beads off its head. A Star Wars t-shirt is stretched over its broad chest. A speech bubble attached to its open mouth, reads, Peter!!!

    mother hen Ned, MJ has written above the drawing, complete with a little arrow pointing at the chicken.

    Peter leans over the table, and whispers, “I’m pretty sure this is a form of bullying.”

    “It’s art,” MJ says. “It’s a medium through which I express my view of the world.”

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    Stumble, Tumble, Fall by keskasi

    Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

    This work isn't hosted on the Archive so this blurb might not be complete or accurate.

    16 Jul 2017

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    Stiles and Parrish are friends. And then Derek and Parrish are friends, and Derek is buying furniture from IKEA and calling the Sheriff John, and that's even more confusing.

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    Post-MoS AU: Clark, struggling to deal with the events of Black Zero Day, is assigned a straightforward human-interest piece—on Wayne Enterprises. Then Batman catches Superman's attention, Clark Kent starts investigating Batman, Bruce Wayne spends a lot of time arguing with hitting on Clark Kent, and Bruce's best efforts to find a way to hurt Superman start to bear fruit.

    And then things get complicated.

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    15 Jul 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    "Look, I already know you exist," Clark says, exasperated. "What exactly is the point of pretending you aren't—yikes!"

    The startlement isn't entirely fake. Clark knew Batman was up there, but that doesn't mean he was expecting the Bat to just drop out of the sky.

    Batman lands in a crouch at the far side of the next streetlight along, a darker swathe of shadow and a sideways slash of—the cape, Clark thinks, it must be the cape, trailing off to one side.

    "You shouldn't be here," Batman growls.

    "Nice to see you, too," Clark tells him. "Look, I'm not trying to cause any trouble—I didn't even get taken hostage this time." He gestures around him at the pleasant and unconditional lack of men with short tempers and big guns.

    Batman's silence manages to sound unimpressed.

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    It would be nice if just once -- just once -- Bucky could meet her way-hotter-in-real-life childhood hero without looking like a disaster.

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    13 Jul 2017

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    You know, it was one thing, Bucky thinks, when there were aliens invading Manhattan. It’s not that she’s not as angry as any New Yorker at the loss of life, the destruction, the gaping holes where familiar buildings use to be. It’s just that it’s her day off, and something very tall, and very grey, and possessing two very long tentacles has just dropped out of the sky in front of her, and for the love of god weren’t the hipsters doing enough damage to Brooklyn without any extraterrestrial help?

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    "I'm sorry," he said again.

    "Sorry's not enough, Sev. Be fucking better." Lily shut the door in his face.

    He spent the summer reading in the library, the park, and then sneaking home when he was hopeful his parents would be asleep. He tried to think about bravery, but sometimes he just thought about Lily's hair, the way it went more golden in summer. He tried to think about nobility, ethics and grace, but the clouds chased each other, fat and white, across the sky and he wasn't sure what any of this had to do with him.

    His father took him fishing by a dreary brown creek and they sat in silence. Severus could hear every creak, every lap of the water, every inhale and movement his father made. He thought maybe if he just said nothing, nothing ever, he'd never say anything again that made Lily's face go so flat and distant. If he said nothing, maybe nothing would hurt.

    His father reached for a beer can in a swift movement and Severus froze himself unflinching. He sat in that silence afterward, slowing his heartbeat, picking apart the sudden rigid shell of his shoulders. His father hummed, cracking the can open like a gunshot.

    (slight AU in which Sev is better at life)

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    10 Jul 2017