The hell was that it had still been him the whole time. It hadn't been Stockholm, he'd been trained for that; and it hadn't been some kind of magic that turned you into a zombie. Everything he had, everything he was, he'd given to Loki. He'd been happy to do it. Funny how little free will seemed to matter, when you got down to it.

Everybody lies, everybody fronts.

He grew up reading about heroes, and when he was old enough to enlist he showed up to the recruiting office and signed on the dotted line, at least half because he needed to convince himself that there were still people in the world who fit into that category.

He never considered becoming one of them.

"We're not going to talk about this."

Arthur isn't used to making mistakes.

Harvey can wax poetic about addiction all he likes, facts Mike knows are half made up and truths that are mostly lies, but he knows Harvey knows—it’s a break in the monotony he’s looking for, a place to put it, an off off off switch he’s never quite managed to find.

It’s the oldest trick in the book. It’s a fucking cliche, emphasis on fucking. It’s been done by every dicksuck James Bond wannabe and perpetually repeated by every new agent who doesn’t know shit. It never works.

"I had plans," Arthur grates aloud.

Brad gets a new call-sign.

Jack feels that the words "The good thing is ..." are always a little ominous.

"Are you kidding? This is the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."

Crowley thinks that maybe, perhaps, Jim Kirk might be worth the wait. Not that he'd bet anything substantial on it.

Clint, Coulson, injury, and the appropriate response from field agents regarding orders.

They both know that neither would ever betray his ideals or force the other to do anything, but everytime they meet Charles secretly hopes Erik will kidnap him and Erik secretly hopes Charles will brainwash him into coming back home.

From: Steve Rogers <steverogersamerica@gmail.com>
To: Tony Stark <tony.stark@starkindustries.com>
Date: Thu, Oct 14, 2010 at 2:15PM
Subject: RE: Test

HI

Sincerely,

Steve Rogers

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Erik is not the first mutant in his family.

“Expecto Patronum,” he says, in a clear, deep voice, and a thin silver light streams from his wand, expanding to take the form of -

“Huh,” John says, as Sherlock drives the Dementors back.

"Come on," John said, "You can't tell me no one's ever thought to try that."

Snippet, in which pancakes are made.

Prompt: Starfleet!AU - Human!Erik thinks Charles is the worst Vulcan ever. In which Erik is distressed by a Vulcan shaking hands with him and then very blatantly inviting him to *cough* observe his nocturnal habits.

When Eames travels, the thought of Arthur travels with him.

John's the best liar Rodney's ever met. It takes him a long time to realise this, years.

[Lololbubble] whispers:do u think u culd rl wile i suck u off?

To [Lololbubble]: yes, & i'd still beat ur dps

Usually Arthur isn’t particularly interested in achievements unless there are pets or pvp involved, but there is a little bit of both in Hallow’s End.

write a cheatsheet for all the noobs THE SHATTERING AS TOLD BY A SMART SPIDER HUNTR

Whereupon great was the wrath of Pharaoh’s magician, and he looked upon the man of Israel with a wicked yellow eye, and spake harshly unto him, saying, What art thou doing in this place? Verily, I thought we had agreed this was my turf.

And the man of Israel did shrug, and looked dismissive and likewise apologetic, and he answered Pharaoh’s magician, saying unto him, New orders from on high, you know how it is.

7 And their leader, who was fair and just and a little pudgy about the hips, for he had a penchant for baked goods, stepped forth and lo, he shone with the wisdom of the LORD.

13 And, behold, an angel of the LORD stood atop the ladder, and lo, he was indignant with righteous fury; and behold, an angel of the LORD stood at the bottom of the ladder, and lo, he looked a right mess.

And said the dark scribe unto the king, What would his majesty desire to be read? And the king waved a hand and said unto him, Read any page which you doth happen upon. Therefore the scribes opened the book of records of the chronicles on a certain page, and read aloud.

And after a few moments the dark scribe bent his head and made good to whisper unto the light scribe, How is it that you always get to read, angel? And the light scribe didst reply in a low voice, saying, Because you hiss your sibilants, yea.

A cave-in fic, of sorts. Ford is curious, McKay is baffled, Sheppard is on the spot.

Jim Kirk got to grow up hearing about how his dad was the very ideal of a crusader for justice, a man who'd made the ultimate sacrifice for the lives and sovereignty of other beings.

So of course, Jim said fuck the hippies and went to law school.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Geek Chorus (A Bunch Of Very Nice Women [Mostly] Who Write Stories Set In Various Popular Fictional Worlds, With Lots Of Crazy Sex)
Delicious (A Website, Home To Many Cherished Links)
Sandy (A Representative For Diigo)
Maciej Cegłowski (A Pinboard Developer With A Keen Business Sense And A Somewhat Odd Yet Sort Of Endearing Epic Grudge Against Bedbugs)
Longtime Pinboard Users (A Demographic Largely Consisting Of Tech-Oriented Men)
The Monsterdoc (A GDoc That Could Seriously Fuck Your Shit Up)
The OCD!Anons (A Subset Of Fandom With A Lot Of Spare Time And A Fetish For Consistent Margins)
Johannes (Some Guy From The Internet)

As soon as it happens, Merlin knows it's going to be one of those up-against-the-wall things.

Arthur dreams. The lake is vast and tranquil, so clear he can see the sword hidden in its depths. Merlin smiles next to him, the angles of his face subtly changed: hardened, older, his eyes flecked with gold. A faint white scar traces the edge of his jaw like a lingering caress.

"Mine!” probably wasn’t Arthur’s first word, but it was his most used.

Merlin is sitting up, and Arthur realizes that he must be half-asleep, because he imagines Merlin's clothes are floating towards him. Dream or not, that won't do at all.

"LA LA LA I'M PRETTY"

Merlin joined Facebook. 2:47am

Merlin is older and wiser now than he was when he first arrived at Camelot, and he thinks that Gaius is perhaps not as brilliant as Merlin had always assumed him to be, if he can’t see the way that Merlin is glowing inside.

Once upon a time, they were going to make Camelot a city that would stand for a thousand years. That was what Uther always said, anyway, although Gaius never felt a thousand years could possibly be enough time. It hardly seemed like enough time for everything they wanted to do themselves. It was easy to think that way, when they were young.

"But you could do it, couldn’t you?" Arthur insists. "You’ve conquered life and death - surely a little thunderstorm won’t pose much of a problem."

Camelot will fall. Merlin knows this with the same certainty that he knows that air is required for breathing and that an unburied body will mean sickness in the town.

He held the drill up to Draco’s forehead, and then pressed until it bit into flesh.

He will become Misa's bitch! In other news: parents all deadified.

Ryuk keeps offering to 'make the change' with me, but I do not think that means what he thinks that means.

There's a hissing behind him, and Aziraphale knows it isn't Crowley.

Have solved first serial killer case. Kind of like serial killers. A seme always knows another seme.

It was dark, and there were no stars.

Impersonating a cleric, Jack, weren't you even listening to the reasons they're going to kill you? And anyway, after you pretended to marry them you took the bride off for a quiet word and seduced her.

"I was pressed for time, and had to come up with something, you know how it is," Vader said, circling round him slowly.

"But, my dear boy, you have wretched taste in movies."

The recorded story of the birth of the Antichrist.

Reflexively, the Dragon dropped the little carved figures he had clutched so carefully in his talons, his eyes widening.

Merlin was going to kill Arthur for putting his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Ten times Arthur relied on Merlin's magic and one time he didn't.

Merlin paused. Good Lord, if Arthur remembered this conversation once his memory was restored, the fact that Merlin had attempted magic would be the least of his worries.

Out of all the reactions Merlin may have expected Arthur to have to the "I've been talking to the dragon under the castle"-thing, insane laugher wasn't one of them.

The night Uther died, Gaius quietly locked himself in his rooms and administered hemlock to his tea.

It wasn’t until Arthur had left for Tintagel that Uther had Merlin arrested.

There are some sacrifices Arthur's not willing to make.

For someone who carries on so much about how much it damages his reputation to rent office space across the hall from a psychic, Arthur sure comes over to bother Merlin a lot.

In his first trip to Cardiff in over two centuries Merlin was hit by the undeniable sense of Arthur having been reborn nearly as soon as he stepped off the train from London.

It hadn't been Nimueh's destiny to die at his hand, on this isle. And if her destiny could be broken… so could anyone's.

There were things that young women across Albion were told to be wary of.

Ygraine the Golden was normally a happy woman, sweet and blonde, smarter than her husband and more compassionate, too. She was nearly the perfect Queen of Camelot. And she was in tears.

The fourth time Raito comes to the hotel room in the middle of the night, L knows.

Immortality is dull. This is the first thing Merlin learned about it - you can mope for a hundred years about your lost lover in the woods, you can have wild sex with seven bards and tell them naughty things about said lost lover, you can write a book and build a castle and set up and then destroy six small monarchies. But you'll get bored eventually. You can settle in the same village with a cat for six hundred years (it's a very special cat), and you can yell at Morgana for as long as you damn well please. You can pine and you can drink. But it all gets boring in the end.

It started when Tennant went on that talk show and they told him about pornographic fan-fiction, which gobsmacked him so thoroughly that he mentioned it to John because pain shared is pain lessened. And John admitted with absolutely no shame at all that of course he knew about it, because hello, free gay porn starring himself. What's not to love?

Remus wasn't sure what he'd expected, but perpetual Padfoot wasn't it.

In the case of Absalom, this thought process was interrupted by a thought that would have been shouted in capital letters, if capital letters has existed in the script he’d been taught as a child, and it was: OH DEAR LORD MY HAIR.

"There is only one truly effective and permanent love potion, Miss Black. You won't find it in books, because it is difficult, deeply personal, and useless."

There’s nothing particularly commanding about his voice, Jack notes – there never was, nothing threatening, no underlying authority. But David asks, and his men obey, lowering the weapons that were aimed at Jack’s head less than a moment ago and exiting the cavern in complete silence. David’s trained them well. Or maybe, David just chose the right people for his gang of outlaws; which isn’t really true either, Jack knows. David doesn’t choose anybody; people choose him.

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with that expression, Mr. Scott. What do you mean by 'they have got no balls?'"

Sometimes I feel that your preference for bottoming is a reversal of Russian imperialist policies and metaphorical extension of post Soviet-collapse shrinkage.

Fucking tease, Zach thinks, fuming.

Zach has an idea. It is sheer genius.

For a few million years, the earth was populated entirely by dinosaurs. While good guy Brontosaurus!Harry splashed happily in the water, nibbling plants, evil Raptor!Draco plotted to eat his vegetarian rival some day. However, when the dreaded Voldie Rex came along, raptor and brontosaurus discovered true love under the gentle shade of a pterodactyl’s wings. Tragically, even Raptor!Draco could not withstand the asteroid that obliterated Harry, Voldie and every trace of life on the planet.

Uther knows. He's known since the black knight, when the manservant put up a fight over the sword. Was confirmed when the sword, the sword that was meant for Arthur, killed the black knight, for whom only magic could kill.

The point of it is, anyone who’s sexually secure won’t freak out over kissing another guy.

Contrary to popular belief, James Tiberius Kirk has not slept with the entire crew of the USS Enterprise. No, really.