'I got a note too. Someone knows what we did.' [A psychological thriller AU of the movie.]

When I was a very small child my Aunt Semele was struck by lightning and died.

Just 'cause I like it rough - that don't mean that I'm open to your stuff.‘ Never fight an inanimate object. Or how Darla broke Lindsey.

Neal Caffrey can steal souls. Peter Burke has two shadows. Everything's normal...except when it isn't.

music: i love you. the dandy warhols.
size/format/length: 27MB, wmv, 1:20

Artist: TV on the Radio
Warnings: spoilers for entire two seasons, violence, disturbing imagery and themes
Description: We are the Resistance. (ensemble)
Download: direct download (79MB), or small version (37MB); streaming at YouTube or imeem

The rehabilitation of Laertes went flawlessly. The casing sealed with no damage to the flesh; the enervation proceeded precisely according to Horatio's designs; the biofilters removed the poison from his blood; the sedatives kept him from panicking initially. "Where am I?" he asked--he was groggy, limbs heavy with metal and sleep. "Where's prince Hamlet?"

"He's in cryo," said Horatio quietly, and he wished he could say any other thing.

vid title: Devil Said
music: "Dirty Horse" from Gram Rabbit
source: Merlin BBC, King Arthur, and Mists of Avalon
duration: 2:49

On the seventeenth day after the jumper crashed, Rodney realized that the man he was stranded with was not John Sheppard.

Dean is not speaking to him this morning. Dean says things, he directs them at Sam, but they're holdovers. They peer through the ice to see what's beneath it without breaking it. 'Bout time we did some laundry, I'm down to my last pair of clean shorts, and Dude, put a comb through your hair or I'm gonna start thinking you're something I gotta hunt.

Oh, darling, he says, smooth and sweet like he's picking someone up in a bar. Oh, sweetheart, don't you wanna come off that rack? Don't you wanna get comfortable again?

"Fuck you," she whispers, her voice an echo of something he doesn't quite remember now.

The demon knows this skin too well. It cradles the black of his soul and he sinks down into it, stretches out and it feels like home.

Alastair smirks at him. “The late, great Dean Winchester,” he says.

A dark Angel/Darla/Connor study.
Song: 'Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums', A Perfect Circle
Length: 3:53
Size: 72 MB (720x480)
Format: Avi (xvid)

Song: False King
Artist: Two Steps From Hell
Summary: Dean`s year is almost up and Sam makes another deal with YED to save him. The terms are: Sam doesn`t remember anything, and he`s becoming an antichrist. When Dean comes and kills Ruby, trying to save his little brother, Sam kills Dean, because he actually doesn`t know him. And then memories are back and Sam understands that now he has to become what he was afraid of the most.
Length: 2:26
File Size: 21 MB or 89 MB HD or youtube

Beautiful watercolour tarot cards.

They had guns.

Charlie had gotten so used to people with guns that it didn't immediately strike him as strange--never mind threatening--and then the guns were pointed at him, and hard hands were yanking him off his bike.

This one is different. It tastes like cinder, gritty and hot, something dying inside her mouth. Giving away something she thought worthless.

Every kiss after tastes the same.

Dean Winchester works in insurance: brought up in foster care, he’s never hunted, never fired a gun, and never owned a car. Then, one day, he meets a guy called Sam.

here’s some stuff you need to remember. I want you to wake up every morning and read this through and see if it matches what you think the world is like.

Dean finds her on the side of the road near Etna, half naked and dazed, her feet dragging in the red dust.

Dean’s been living a secret life their whole lives but when Sam starts to figure that out, he gets more than he bargained for.

He’s spent nights pressed between and pillowed on warm, sweet-smelling bodies, with Madison’s breast beneath his cheek and Jess’s thigh draped over his and Sam the only living thing in the bed.

When Sam was very small, after the fire but before words, he would dream of his mother.

Atlantis didn’t love him any more than Troy loved its wooden horse.

And he knew then, exactly why he was awake. And for whom. For there was only one man weird enough to park on their drive in the middle of the night in a hundred thousand dollar car.

Two prompt fics - one gender-fuck humour, one dark post Serenity.

Between the emotion / and the response / falls the Shadow.

A horror story. Also a love story. (Coda to False Comforts, a novella - link provided).