Second Chances, Third Tries (The Timing is Key Remix)
Tuesday, March 30th, 2010Whatever opinion you might have of Sam Seaborn outside of the times you work together, you still felt for the guy.
Whatever opinion you might have of Sam Seaborn outside of the times you work together, you still felt for the guy.
It was a fucking cold-ass winter.
It’s been nearly three years since the war against the alien race known as the Others changed the world and nearly four months since they were beaten back by Earth’s natural superweapons, the dragons.
“You. Gryffindor. With the chess-playing, and that whole crazy reckless run-headlong-into-war-zones thing. Gryffindor, definitely.”
“Your game doesn’t make any fucking sense, you retards,†Person shouts.
Jensen found the first candy heart stuck to the handle of his trailer door with a wad of Scotch tape. U R CUTE, it announced, in its quiet purple way.
A collection of stories by Minim Calibre.
It really does take a village to raise a Jim.
There are moments in Jim’s life that act as axis points.
Being with Spike is like a slow burn.
Wesley is needed back at the office. Gunn convinces him why.
She was pulled from the aether, given form, and named Slayer.
Boys. Beer. Board. Beer. Bonding. Bedroom.
If Dawn is Miranda, than who am I?
It was the little things that colored this wrong.
Two pilots walk into a bar. One goal: to get as fucked (frakked, she can’t get the vowels right for this frakking universe) up as possible.
Solace, indeed.
Spiderbites and portents.
When he punches the shit outta some guy he knows from kindergarten, he ain’t doing it to get in good with his parole officer.
“Row, row, row your boat–” Clang, clang, clang.