“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine if you’re with me. I’ll show you how to use your powers.”
“[…] but what’s more important is to think for yourself. You’re no longer anybody’s slave or a shut-in.”
can you believe that F6 literally spent this entire season in hell and Yet the fucking cavematsus seem to have been saved….
An alternate epilogue for A House Made of Cards
A Breach of Trust might be @phantomrose96 's best known mp100 fanfic, but A House Made of Cards is such a solid punch to the gut, I often find myself returning to it. The slowly mounting dread when you realise exactly what is being going on, just enough to haunt you, and your imagination supplies the rest.
But, I'm a baby, and because where the fic leaves off is agonising, I had to indulge in a little alternate post-script, exploring a different possibility.
The actual fic is not so kind . . .
That wouldn’t be a radio in your lap, would it, Mr. Pitts?
Dead Poets Society | 1989 | dir. Peter Weir
Kunikida: I don’t understand why people like sleeping so much.
Dazai: It’s a free trial of death.
rip osomatsu