Avatar: The Last Airbender
When They Asked by
talibusorabat
When they asked who the father was, Toph always had a different answer.
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The Dark Knight Returns
Echoes of a War by
katewrites
Bruce and Selina in Europe. <3
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Fringe
All is near and can't be touched by
dotfic
Really lovely look at Lincoln settling into the Redverse.
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Snow White and the Huntsman
I hold with those who favor fire by
kaydeefalls
The captain of her guard accompanies her wherever she goes, of course, ever watchful, and she sometimes catches him smiling at her out of the corner of her eye, when he thinks she's not looking. She knows he loved her before she was ever a queen, but still, she can't help but take a girlish pride in the ever-growing respect she sees in his eyes. She's not doing this for her Huntsman; but in a way, perhaps she is. For the embittered soldier he had once been, the grieving widower, the angry drunk, the desperate lout. For the women with scars cutting down their cheeks and the children orphaned by endless wars, for the men who'd stared at her white horse with hungry eyes and the Huntsman's wife who'd fought so valiantly and so futilely against Ravenna's desires. She avenges them with every stalk of wheat, every apple and every pear, every child who no longer has to go to bed hungry. Evocative and lovely.
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When They Asked by
When they asked who the father was, Toph always had a different answer.
~*~
The Dark Knight Returns
Echoes of a War by
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Bruce and Selina in Europe. <3
~*~
Fringe
All is near and can't be touched by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Really lovely look at Lincoln settling into the Redverse.
~*~
Snow White and the Huntsman
I hold with those who favor fire by
The captain of her guard accompanies her wherever she goes, of course, ever watchful, and she sometimes catches him smiling at her out of the corner of her eye, when he thinks she's not looking. She knows he loved her before she was ever a queen, but still, she can't help but take a girlish pride in the ever-growing respect she sees in his eyes. She's not doing this for her Huntsman; but in a way, perhaps she is. For the embittered soldier he had once been, the grieving widower, the angry drunk, the desperate lout. For the women with scars cutting down their cheeks and the children orphaned by endless wars, for the men who'd stared at her white horse with hungry eyes and the Huntsman's wife who'd fought so valiantly and so futilely against Ravenna's desires. She avenges them with every stalk of wheat, every apple and every pear, every child who no longer has to go to bed hungry. Evocative and lovely.
~*~