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alixtiiJanuary: Surely, Holmes, you recognize the singular importance of Porluck.
February: She's taking over for Lilly Kane, Madison thinks to herself.
March: Lilah navigates her way through the UC Santa Cruz campus with a grim determination.
April: One year, on the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring, Madelyn Summers made her way to the Watcher's Cemetary in Richmond to visit her mother's grave.
May: [No fic as such, but if you click on the link you'll see I wrote a lot of top 5 lists and personal canon and stuff in response to memes.]
June: Did you really think you'd be able to hide from me? Nova asks as she takes a step towards them in the dreamscape.
July: When Simon made his way onto Academy Station--in orbit around Regina--he had not seen his sister in person in eight years.
August: Serenity flew straight, towards the second star to the right--it was the curve of space and time which was warped, broken, violently looping back upon itself, or perhaps it was that what was supposed to be curved suddenly found itself to be straight, if indeed such topological distinctions could be said to be any more, or any less, than geometrical illusions--straight through the violent vortex (a whirlpool, an eddying mass, from the Latin vertere, "to turn"--but to turn to where, into what? the dictionaries are as ever silent, in this and in all things), into what can only be described as a crash landing, as River clutched the yoke to her breasts as a child to her mother's, into what hitherto they have only known in their fantasies, and in their history books, as the Earth that Was. [Whew!]
September: Faith surrenders.
October: "What are these rumors I'm hearing about Mindee Cuckoo and you?" Bobby practically hissed at Kitty when he saw her walking to class Thursday morning.
November: It was his own damn fault.
December: [Fic has been written, obviously--but none will be posted until the new year.]
Hmm. Only one line of dialogue and one line of telepathic communication.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likeadeuce should be pleased.
February: She's taking over for Lilly Kane, Madison thinks to herself.
March: Lilah navigates her way through the UC Santa Cruz campus with a grim determination.
April: One year, on the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring, Madelyn Summers made her way to the Watcher's Cemetary in Richmond to visit her mother's grave.
May: [No fic as such, but if you click on the link you'll see I wrote a lot of top 5 lists and personal canon and stuff in response to memes.]
June: Did you really think you'd be able to hide from me? Nova asks as she takes a step towards them in the dreamscape.
July: When Simon made his way onto Academy Station--in orbit around Regina--he had not seen his sister in person in eight years.
August: Serenity flew straight, towards the second star to the right--it was the curve of space and time which was warped, broken, violently looping back upon itself, or perhaps it was that what was supposed to be curved suddenly found itself to be straight, if indeed such topological distinctions could be said to be any more, or any less, than geometrical illusions--straight through the violent vortex (a whirlpool, an eddying mass, from the Latin vertere, "to turn"--but to turn to where, into what? the dictionaries are as ever silent, in this and in all things), into what can only be described as a crash landing, as River clutched the yoke to her breasts as a child to her mother's, into what hitherto they have only known in their fantasies, and in their history books, as the Earth that Was. [Whew!]
September: Faith surrenders.
October: "What are these rumors I'm hearing about Mindee Cuckoo and you?" Bobby practically hissed at Kitty when he saw her walking to class Thursday morning.
November: It was his own damn fault.
December: [Fic has been written, obviously--but none will be posted until the new year.]
Hmm. Only one line of dialogue and one line of telepathic communication.
likeadeuce should be pleased.