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Another fic for @whumpcember!
Luke wakes up with a broken leg on Mustafar, having been kidnapped from Tatooine by strange Imperials with lightsabers. There's not much more he can take.
He lay in a massive bed, staring up at a black, curved ceiling. It was so perfectly smooth he could see his own warped reflection in it like a pale, bulging moon. Sticky sweat beaded his forehead. It was sweltering here—hotter than it had ever been on Tatooine, it seemed, maybe because he didn’t know where this heat was coming from—but he shivered. Hot as his surroundings were, a cold as sharp as desert night enveloped him.
The bed underneath him was comfortable, clean. Plain grey sheets crowded him, while his broken leg was bound in a cast and propped up on four stiff pillows. The pain still throbbed through him, dulled but acute.
The cold gathered at the base of his neck like Aunt Beru pinching and drawing sheets towards her with one hand. A heaviness enveloped Luke’s head and limbs, his eyelids closing under the weight of it. He struggled, and the heaviness bore down more intently. He didn’t realise he’d been arcing off the bed, trying to escape its grip, until he sank back into it.
Dreams were fragmented, rough. Again, he was shattering that window high above the seething waters with a strength he hadn’t known he possessed, those black-clad kidnappers hot on his heels. Again, his sudden heart-stopping moment of hesitation, the realisation of just how far below the landing platform was, cost him a precious half-second before the wind that whipped in stole any choice from him at all. Tumbling through cold, knifing rain above hissing seas comprised most of the dreamscape he floated in. He couldn’t swim.
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Shock Factor: A Thanksgiving Surprise.
My cousin Dakota opened the door, “Lex, you okay?” “Not particularly. My eyes hurt. Close the door you’re letting light in.” “Sorry.” Dakota closed the door and sat on the floor by it. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the music coming from the CD player. “Why are you listening to music? I thought noise made migraines worse.” “Light makes mine worse. Noise doesn’t. I don’t know why.” Dakota didn’t say anything. “Why are you hiding in here. I’m not very good company.” I squeezed my eyes together, trying to block out any glimmer of light. “You’re better than Aunt Vera. I just had to apologize to her for trying to establish boundaries.” “Oof.” “I hate Thanksgiving.” “Me too.” “You can at least eat the food.” “Not currently.” “Okay, fair point, but you can eat it later.” “I don’t like it, though.” Dakota laughed. More Silence. “Dakota?” “Yeah.” “You remember those games we used to play?” “Which ones?” “The ones about superheroes.” “The ones where you would try to ‘fly’ down the banister and get yelled at by the grown-ups?” “Yeah.” “I loved those games. What about them?” “Do you think people can actually become superheroes?” “Um…are you joking? Superheroes aren’t real.” “I’m not joking.” “Are you okay? You’re kinda talking crazy. Do you want me to get your mom?” “No, I’m fine. Well…okay, maybe not fine, but I’m not crazy. Do you wanna see something?” “What?” I kept my eyes tight shut and pulled off my gloves. I could hear the electricity buzzing around my fingers. “Holy crap!” Dakota shouted, stumbling back. “Are you okay?” I asked, reflexively opening my eyes, then quickly closing them again. “Yep, I’m good. I think… but what in the world?” “Yeah… I think I have a superpower.” “Do you know how to use it?” “No idea.” “Why are you telling me?” “I’m not sure.” “Well, okay then…” Neither of us spoke for a minute. “What am I gonna do?” I asked no one in particular. “No idea. How did this happen?” “I’m assuming it has something to do with the experimental treatment I had.” “Gotcha.” Dakota nodded, “We should work on seeing if you can figure out how to control it.” “Really? You’ll help me?” “Yeah. Of course. Let’s start after everybody else goes to bed.”
Everyone deserves a second chance, but sometimes it comes more easily to some than to others. Vlad has found some form of redemption through saving Danny from his worst enemy, Dan, but sadly he still has a lot to answer for. Especially when it comes to Valerie Gray and a certain young ghost-girl on the verge of falling apart, literally... (Official Sequel to "Nowhere to Run")
Been awhile since Valerie freaked out about anything but...lets just say she found out something really unnerving about her battle suit and you’ll have to find out what yourselves!
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so... kanan’s death
People who are watching Killing Eve and are past the first episode of season three, can u please tell me if it’s worth continuing watching because the end of the first episode of season three ripped my heart out and I’m unsure if I can go on. Please enlighten me, I love the show but them damn writers, they really hit me where it hurts with that ending.
"We are not kill crazy"
-LM and JDS like 5 seconds after they talked about the long list of characters they wanted to kill off