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(1 – Blair) Soul took a running leap through the window of the ridiculous pumpkin house, fueled by a mixture of teenage invincibility, annoyance with his meister’s affinity for plans, and a desire to just become a freakin’ Death Scythe already – because how cool would that be? His arrival was heralded by shattering glass (an appropriately badass soundtrack, he thought to himself), and the witch looked up in surprise. From her bathtub. Fuck. His eyes widened in surprise and panic, brain struggling to process the fact that he was hurtling, arm transformed, directly at a – “NAKED LADYYYYYYYY!!” His head

Soul strolled down the center of the long, almost barn-like army barracks, eyes flickering side to side in search of an unclaimed bed. After having been processed and issued his gear, the sergeant on duty had given him curt instructions to report to the barracks until 1400 hours. At that time, Captain Albarn would address them – although judging by Sgt. Barrett’s tone of voice while delivering the name of his commanding officer, Soul was almost certain that the captain wasn’t exactly someone he WANTED to meet. Spotting an open space near the end of the row, he tossed his kit down by the foot of the bed and sat down next to i

walk the halls and claw the walls screaming, no one to hear it every time another lie (can’t let them see you fear it) my dying spirit held together by my scars cold light from the distant stars don’t know how to carry on when I’m barely human blinded eyes that seldom see shards of whispered glass in me beneath the mask, why can’t you see that I’m barely human barely human sticks and stones can break my bones but words will leave me broken acid rain returns again been years since I’ve stopped hoping and now I’m choking held together by my scars cold light from the distant stars don’t know ho

dragging past a tired day; thoughts occur but never stay; silence fading out to gray. older eyes that seldom see shards of whispered glass in me - open talks are never free. iron shields, a well-built lie; staying hidden when i cry; smile slipping as i die. ash i make believe is snow. choke down acid as i grow - no-one ever has to know. brown eyes beaten black and blue, bloody gashes soldiered through... stories. never really true.

In bloody freezing weather we’re entrenched - It’s ordinary for this time of year. But for the heat inside my roommate’s veins Our window welcomes winter’s icy spear. - She says she cannot sleep without the cold Which frankly, I am sure that’s mostly lies You’ve had to live in scorching Florida sun A normal warmth will not be your demise - Although I'm not a wilting hothouse flow’r There’s only so much cold a girl can take You say that sleep evades you in the heat? Right now I need three blankets or I shake This really has to stop, I’m not amused So shut the window ere my patience breaks

You write the best shows, I love them dearly All of your monsters, they scream out 'Fear me! But then the times come, your plotlines start to make me feel like I am being torn apart There are the Daleks, and then there's Oswin The feelings, I think they're causing Brain explosions of epic shape and size But I think you might enjoy all the fans' cries 'Cause we were like Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Oh, Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Oh, Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Why must you fry all of our minds, minds? Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Oh, Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Oh, Moffat, Moffat, Moffat, WHY? Why must you fry all of our m

Four white-uniformed Peacekeepers closed in a square around us, clearing a path through the rapidly thinning crowds. They lead us towards a long, low building, its windows framed in a light grey stone. The library. The place I've spent the most time, the one place I feel happy, will now be the place I must let go of my life. I think about the books inside for a while. Thin electronic tablets that contain the entire works of an author, and all you had to do was speak the title. There were old paper books as well, made before the wars. Ancient books. Most of them were burnt and damaged by water or tears, but the pieces of story inside were so a

I sonic everything in sight sometimes Gonna rock this With my TARDIS Eleven times I've lived and I'm still fine Sometimes Harkness In the TARDIS Exterminate, nate, nate, nate The Daleks, they're all filled with hate, hate, hate, hate Bombing reality? That's great, great, great, great Except you're gonna have to wait, wait, wait, wait Yeah, yeah The Doctor's gonna stop All of your crazy plots Yeah! I sonic everything in sight sometimes Gonna rock this With my TARDIS Eleven times I've lived and I'm still fine Sometimes Harkness In the TARDIS 'Cause we time travel Running all through space Lots of danger, sure, We can't