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    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

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    I can't believe this movie actually gave me feelings about Steve Trevor, the human embodiment of the sad trombone sound, but here we are.

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    that Smallville fic about girl!Clark that I always wanted to write
    it's only fifteen years late

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    In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

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    18 Mar 2018

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    “You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

    “I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

    “You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

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    17 Mar 2018

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    “You can do this, Steve. You don’t need help. I have only just now realized you were hitting on me at the national mall when we first met—”

    “Oh god,” Steve said, burying his face in his hands and dropping into a kitchen chair.

    “But in retrospect, you were doing a really good job,” Sam assured him, leaning against the kitchen island and taking a swig of cola from the bottle he’d stolen from Steve’s fridge. “Seriously. Had I been into dudes and not so completely certain of your heterosexuality at the time, we might be having an entirely different conversation about the long, lingering glances you were giving the hired help at my niece’s birthday party.”

    “You have successfully stopped me wanting advice from you,” Steve managed.

    “Glad to hear it,” Sam said, grinning. “just don’t get kicked out of the donut shop, you’ll be fine.”

    Steve frowned. “Can you get kicked out of a donut shop? How do you get kicked out of a donut shop?”

    Sam put his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “Please do not find out,” he said.

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    M'Baku has heard about the kings of Wakanda for his whole life.

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    18 Feb 2018

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    “What are you doing out here?” T’Challa asked.

    The lights from the Jabari Tribe’s fastness were blinking on behind his sloped shoulders, winking bright against the snow and stone, too far away for definition. T’Challa was wrapped in a red patterned shawl over black robes, apparently impervious to the cold. M’Baku knew better. The fanged necklace T’Challa wore. His bracelet, his shoes. Rampant technology. M’Baku looked away.

    “I come here to think.” M’Baku waved a hand over the ice.

    T’Challa looked from the light globe at M’Baku’s hip to the small cave beyond, hollowed out by hand into an uneven dome, at the bedding, the books. At the staff hung over the doorway, a tooth of vibranium cut along the seam, unadorned. “Alone?”

    “I don’t need guards to feel confident. Your Highness.” Besides, M’Baku was wearing his armour, his staff close by.

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    18 Feb 2018

  5. Rec 75

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    Everything stops. There's no sound, not even the sound of the blood that should be rushing in Eric's ears. He can feel the Earth stop turning. The sun goes dark, and for a second Eric knows what it's like to simply cease existing, to be sucked into a vacuum of silence. He's negative space, he's insignificant particles floating in nothing at all.

    "What happened?"

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    A week in the life of a death.

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    17 Feb 2018