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  <updated>2009-07-02T01:39:47Z</updated>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Busting Blocks</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T01:39:47Z</published>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's blockbuster season in movie theaters. What was the last movie you saw? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=957'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=957"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Star Trek, and it was much better than what I expected</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: It Sounds Better When You Say It</title>
    <published>2009-06-06T21:33:35Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The hum of the laptop</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what language you speak, you've probably come across words or phrases in another language that sound better than their equivalents in your native tongue. What's your favorite word or phrase in a foreign language?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=932'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=932"&gt;View 507 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
nos da cariad- Goodnight my love ^.^</content>
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    <title>I'll Follow You Into The Dark fanfic</title>
    <published>2008-09-22T12:38:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T12:46:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'll Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Title: I&amp;rsquo;ll Follow You Into The Dark&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Genre: fluffy angst?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Rating: pg-13 for mentions of blood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/OC (past), Gwen, Tosh, Owen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Spoilers: none. Set in season 2.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;A/N: Hey there! This fic has been in the works for some time. I was inspired by ladymairona&amp;rsquo;s Janto fanvid &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll Follow You Into The Dark&amp;rdquo; (that is her youtube id. I know she posted it here on jackxianto, but have no idea what her LJ name is. So sorry!) and if you haven&amp;rsquo;t seen it you should go do so now! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe7iE5j-uk4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe7iE5j-uk4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(see, I even provide a link. Now there&amp;rsquo;s no excuse for you not to :p) Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;It is quiet and peaceful here, such a stark contrast to the screams and gunshots that had rung out just a few hours ago. The sky is clear and the only sounds to be heard are the steady breathing of the beautiful man next to me and the distant noise of the motorway. The bright, full moon filters in through the curtains, highlighting his smooth face&amp;nbsp;(he looks so much younger when asleep), broad shoulders (that seem to hold the weight of the team most of the time), toned chest (with a sprinkling of soft, dark hair) and flat stomach, where a bandage, tinted with red, shields it from the world. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was too close of a call today. It was supposed to be simple Weevil hunt. We had chased it down an alley. He was in front of me, gaining on it, suit jacket flapping around him. I thought he had it, but then, then a second one came out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground. Time didn't slow down or stop, no, it moved far too quickly. The sound of clothes being torn, a scream of agony, rapid gunfire, and the next thing I know I'm kneeling next to him with two dead Weevils off to the side. I carried him to the SUV, blood seeping into my shirt-- his blood. I don't remember driving to the hub, but I must have for I was suddenly faced with Gwen sprinting from the lift asking &amp;quot;what happened&amp;quot; and chanting &amp;quot;oh god, oh god, oh god&amp;quot; upon seeing Ianto cradled in my arms. Then we're suddenly in the med bay, with Owen cursing and setting up various machines. I was too preoccupied staring at his still, paling body to pay attention to the world around me. I think Tosh eventually dragged me away, because my hand was suddenly ripped from Ianto's, and I found myself sitting on the couch with a mug of tea and her hand on my shoulder. I could do nothing but wait, fear and worry rolling off of me in waves, only seeing his blood on my hands....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is no good. Ianto is fine, he's &lt;i&gt;safe&lt;/i&gt;, I have to focus on that. Perhaps some music will help me relax. I gingerly get up from the bed, watching to see if he wakes. But he just continues to sleep. I tiptoe over to his iPod, turn the volume low, and hit shuffle. Acoustic guitar fills the air as I sneak back into bed, once again watching my beautiful boy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love of mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Someday you will die&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I'll be close behind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;God, Ianto, you came too close today to dying. I can't lose you, not now, not ever.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;No blinding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Waiting for a hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;It's dark, so dark and lonely when you die. There's just blackness. But I'm not going to let you go there alone.&amp;quot; I take his hand in mine, while my other hand brushes his hair away from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;If Heaven and Hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;It's funny how so many people believe that there's something after death: reincarnation, purgatory, heaven, hell. I guess they need to believe it. If there is something after death I hope you find it. I'll still fight to keep you here with me, but anything is better than the infinite darkness.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Catholic school&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As vicious as Roman rule&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got my knuckles bruised&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By a lady in black&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I held my tongue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As she told me, &amp;quot;Son&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fear is the heart of love&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I never went back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;I remember my first girlfriend. I was 17 at the time. I know what you&amp;rsquo;re thinking: &amp;lsquo;Jack didn&amp;rsquo;t date until he was 17? Inconceivable!&amp;rsquo; I started dating when I was 15, but all my partners up to that point had been guys. Anyway, we were at the Time Agency together. She was a formidable woman: so brilliant, so beautiful, and yet so scary at the same time. She'd break my heart time and time again. She&amp;rsquo;d cancel on a date, forget an anniversary, and cheat on me. I remember catching her making out with another guy one night when we were supposed to go out. I showed up early to surprise her and she ended up surprising me. At that point I asked her if she loved me, and if she did then why did she continue to hurt me. She said to me 'Pain, fear, love-- it's all the same.' I left her after that, not wanting to believe what she said. But she was right-- we end up hurting the ones we love because we love them so much it hurts and scares us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;If Heaven and Hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And the soles of your shoes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Are all worn down&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Sometimes I think you're too young for this job. All the things we've seen-- the wonder, the horror-- so much for someone as young as you to see. Sometimes I feel like you should be having a 'normal' life: get married, have kids, go on holiday, work 9-5. But I know that you chose this job, this &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;, and probably wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I'd miss you too much if you left.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;If Heaven and Hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Leaning down, I place a kiss on his forehead. A promise as I sing softly to him,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;I'll follow you into the dark.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Boredom</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T05:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T05:28:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sound of the air conditioner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so I found this list on &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_buttononthetop' lj:user='buttononthetop' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://buttononthetop.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://buttononthetop.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;buttononthetop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;journal, and thought I'd have a go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;1) Look at the list and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Italicise&lt;/i&gt; those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;u&gt;Underline&lt;/u&gt; the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own LJ, or not, as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling &lt;br /&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bible &lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Heights&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; - Emily Bronte&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens &lt;br /&gt;11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;12&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Catcher in the &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Rye&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; - JD Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;29. &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;41. Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel &lt;br /&gt;52. Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;68. Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;73. The &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Secret&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;74. Notes From A &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Small&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome &lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;87. &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s Web - EB White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Alborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.neabigread.org/"&gt;The Big Read&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: -1158px 0px; MIN-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 0px; LEFT: auto; FLOAT: none; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.36/theme/silver/palette.gif); VISIBILITY: visible; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MAX-WIDTH: 2000px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; WIDTH: 14px; MAX-HEIGHT: 2000px; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: static; TOP: auto; HEIGHT: 12px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; TEXT-DECORATION: none; cssFloat: none" alt="" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.36/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed&amp;nbsp;IE the above list. I've read 10 ^.^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darketernal09:2883</id>
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    <title>Never According To Plan</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T05:12:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T05:17:00Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <lj:music>The Bird and the Worm- The Used</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Title: Never According to Plan&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 on the safe side for language&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Very slight AU for Fragments, the part when Jack met Ianto (basically what should have happened)&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: Fragments and Cyberwoman (breif mention)&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Jack/Ianto (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t supposed to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had it all planed from the beginning. Follow Jack Harkness, flirt with him, convince Jack to hire him, then move in Lisa. Quick, clean, and innocent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wasn’t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; supposed to fall for the man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, lying on top of him with adrenaline pulsing through his veins and his senses hyped, all he could think about was kissing those gorgeous lips, grinding into the hard shaft lying underneath his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew Harkness’ weakness was a cute face and nice body; actually, his weakness was just a willing body. After all, there’s a reason why he's known to shag anything that moves, alien with six arms and 2 heads or no (although he really didn’t believe that one. Honestly, 6 arms? He could maybe buy 4, but not 6). Nevertheless, he knew that by wearing the type of clothes that tightened in all the right places and flirting just enough, he’d capture the captain’s interest. Then, after the man had checked his file (and he knew he would), he would come back around, asking for a job. Perhaps hinting that by working for him, the man might get to see what was underneath those form-fitting clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it didn’t exactly go as planned. The Weevil was unexpected, but easily factored into the plan. Harkness’ rejection, however, wasn’t. Ianto knew he’d have to bring out the big guns, and decided to make his amazing coffee for the man. After just one taste, he could usually get someone to do anything he wanted in exchange for more of his coffee. Yet once again, Harkness proved him wrong. He refused Ianto &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, even after he had begged and commented on the coat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks Ianto stalked the captain, exchanging in verbal word play. He alternated between begging and demanding, yet every time the man said no and walked away. It was after one of these meetings, when Ianto was walking by the old warehouse, that he heard a cry. Curious, he drew his gun and silently slid up to the building. Walking slowly he came up to the door. Drawing his shoulders back, he burst in, and looked around before finding one of the most shocking things he had ever seen in his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, on the ground, holding its wing at an awkward angle was a pterodactyl. He lowered his gun and approached the creature cautiously. The pterodactyl squawked and tried to move away, but ended up hurting its wing even more. Ianto finally came up to it and, murmuring in a soft voice, helped to set the wing in place. The pterodactyl clicked its beak in what Ianto assumed was a thankful manner. After that incident, Ianto visited the pterodactyl every night, talking to it about how badly his plan was going and giving it some food (he found out that dark chocolate was its favorite). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, when Ianto was at a loss on what to do about Harkness, the pterodactyl nudged him, and that’s when it hit him. &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s no way Harkness could pass up the chance to catch the pterodactyl&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; he thought. He knew that Harkness took a different approach to aliens, deciding to capture and take care of them instead of killing them, so the pterodactyl wouldn’t be harmed. Also, if all went well, he’d have a job at Torchwood Three come Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night he monitored Harkness’ movements, figuring out his route and stopping him in the middle of a road. He watched as Harkness yelled at him, telling him to stop following him or else get run over. When he said the magic words “so you’re not going to help me catch this pterodactyl, then?” the man turned around so fast Ianto thought he might suffer from whiplash. After directing him to the warehouse and working out a plan, (sort of), they went inside. The pterodactyl came straight for them, wanting to greet Ianto. However, for his plan to work, Ianto needed to pretend to be afraid of it, and so ran out with the captain, closing the door behind them. Eventually they got back inside. After once again begging for a job, and arguing over how to catch it, Ianto approached the pterodactyl with dark chocolate while Jack snuck up behind. It seemed to be going smoothly, until it noticed Jack out of the corner of its eye. That’s when it went to hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye the pterodactyl had scooped up Jack, and Ianto was at a loss of what to do. Feeling completely useless and scared for the captain, he looked on in horror as it circled back around and headed for him. However, Jack had managed to sedate it, and ended up falling on top of Ianto. There was no time to celebrate as the pterodactyl soon followed Jack, and Ianto had to roll them out of the way so they didn’t get killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what led him to his current predicament; lying on top of Jack, inches away from his face with a hard-on matching his. Ianto knew he shouldn’t kiss him; he still had Lisa and was only using Jack to help her. He didn’t care about the man below him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, between the Weevil, wordplay, stalking, and pterodactyl Ianto Jones had fallen for the infamous Captain Jack Harkness. As he stared into Jack’s deep blue eyes, he saw the same longing he felt for the captain, and knew he was condemned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the last few inches that separated the two of them, pressing his lips against Jack’s. It wasn’t heated, or passionate, or deep; it was just a soft brushing of lips. Yet somehow it was the most emotional kiss he’d ever had. He slowly pulled away, staring back into the depths of the blue eyes below him. Jack’s eyes were almost black with desire, so intense it caused Ianto to shiver. &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In for a penny, in for a pound&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/i&gt;thought Ianto as he went back down for another kiss. Yet just before he reached those soft lips again, an image of Lisa entered his mind, causing Ianto to stop in his tracks. Jack gave him a questioning look, though the desire still shone through. Ianto couldn’t do this, not to Jack, not to Lisa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I should go.” He quickly stood up, heading for the door. He was halfway there when he heard Jack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Report to work first thing tomorrow.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm his emotions, he barley nodded his head before starting for the door once more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like the suit, by the way.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was then that Ianto broke. He wished he could say it was because of the guilt of cheating on his girlfriend, but he knew he would be lying.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Life as a movie Soundtrack</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T21:56:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T21:58:42Z</updated>
    <category term="for fun"/>
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    <category term="soundtrack"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Paralyzer- Three Days Grace</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000"&gt;Ye olde soundtrack of life meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pinched from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spacefall' lj:user='spacefall' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spacefall.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spacefall.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spacefall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;who pinched it from&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_windiain' lj:user='windiain' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://windiain.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://windiain.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;windiain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Open your music library&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press Play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie. &lt;/em&gt;(What, or the meme will come and get you? Well, try not to lie, I suppose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Come listen to the music..."&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Credits:&amp;nbsp; "Life Support" (Rent Soundtrack)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's actually pretty cool that it started with this song. It definitly fits with the "Opening Credits" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No other road&lt;br /&gt;No other way&lt;br /&gt;No day but today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Up:&amp;nbsp;Phase (Breaking Benjamin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't wake up depressed like this song is, or as angry. But some of it kinda fits what I might think at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the ground I rise to grace&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;Help me I'm out of breath again&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows somewhere to make it go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of High School:&amp;nbsp;Eden Echo&amp;nbsp;(Kamelot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would fit better in the breaking up section, honestly. (I know from the part I've posted it seems like it would fit better in falling in love, but the rest of the lyrics clearly show that it's more of a breaking up song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you light up &lt;br /&gt;Won't you light up my life &lt;br /&gt;Let my soul breathe &lt;br /&gt;Tell me wrong tell me right &lt;br /&gt;You're my mind cage &lt;br /&gt;Like a mountain far away &lt;br /&gt;You were always there &lt;br /&gt;Dressed in summer white&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling in Love: In My Life (The Beatles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's creepy how it came on. Defintly a good falling in love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection &lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before &lt;br /&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them &lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more &lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Brian Wilson (Barenaked Ladies)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, really have no idea how this song could be remotely related to fighting. Apparently when I fight I'm a passifist (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up: While My Guitar Gently Weeps (The Beatles)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While my guitar gently weeps&lt;br /&gt;I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Still my guitar gently weeps&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how someone controlled you&lt;br /&gt;They bought and sold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom: My Name Is Jonas (Weezer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTHEM OF MY GENERATION!!! well, or maybe just me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you've shown us.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;Come sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pour yourself some tea.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Grandma made&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't find sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Things were better then.&lt;br /&gt;Once but never again.&lt;br /&gt;We've all left the den.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life:&amp;nbsp;Love You To Death&amp;nbsp;(Kamelot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are luckly, we will be able to devote our life to the one person we truly love (well, according to the song at least. But I believe that if&amp;nbsp;during your life you find someone who you&amp;nbsp;Love to&amp;nbsp;death and they you, then u have succeeded in life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;You're the anchor of my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;All I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Or ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Is I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you to death&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental Breakdown: Topless (Breaking Benjamin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh this sin't such a bad mental breakdown song. pretty cool, not as wierd as having Brian Wilson as the fight song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your face &lt;br /&gt;Just get away&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&amp;nbsp;Rule The World&amp;nbsp;(Kamelot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, because when I'm crusing down the road I often think of how I can rule the world *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I tremble like a little child&lt;br /&gt;That faces morning with a broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I crumble when the shades unfold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fell like I could rule the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashback:&amp;nbsp;CrushCrushCrush (Paramore)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would fit more as getting back together, but I suppose this flashback is when I was first entering a relationship with whoever plays my love interest in the movie (could it be Gareth David-Lloyd? Or David Tennant? I'm not picky, either one of them will do ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crush&lt;br /&gt;Crush&lt;br /&gt;Crush&lt;br /&gt;Crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;(Two, three, four!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one two of us who's counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting back together:&amp;nbsp;My Little Town&amp;nbsp;(Simon and Garfunkel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this would fit better for flashback. I think the two songs got confused. Maybe we get back together in my little town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding:&amp;nbsp;She Will Be Loved&amp;nbsp;(Maroon 5)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, considering we broke up and got back together and are now getting married, I guess it kinda fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mind spending every day&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth of child:&amp;nbsp;Saturate (Breaking Benjamin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aww, it's kinda sweet. Kinda fits in, like how I might feel when holding my baby in my arms. (I'm posting the first verse as well, the second part is the chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that I could never leave you? &lt;br /&gt;And you know&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I could never beat you? &lt;br /&gt;And if I, if I could never find you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind,&amp;nbsp;I would not forget you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I stay alive forever? &lt;br /&gt;Can I stay alive forever? &lt;br /&gt;Can I stay alive forever? &lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final battle: For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her (Simon and Garfunkel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm fighting for/against Emily? (whoever she is....perhaps my child? sure, we'll go with that) I'm going with that It's the final battle, I'm dying/fighting and all I can think about is that I'm doing it for my daughter Emily (there is no chorus, so I'll post the whole song....it's short anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a dream I had&lt;br /&gt;Pressed in organdy&lt;br /&gt;Clothed in crinoline&lt;br /&gt;Of smoky burgundy&lt;br /&gt;Softer than the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered empty streets&lt;br /&gt;Down past the shop displays&lt;br /&gt;I heard cathedral bells&lt;br /&gt;Tripping down the alleyways&lt;br /&gt;As I walked on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you ran to me&lt;br /&gt;Your cheeks flushed with the night&lt;br /&gt;We walked on frosted fields&lt;br /&gt;Of juniper and lamplight&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke&lt;br /&gt;And felt you warm and near&lt;br /&gt;I kissed your honey hair&lt;br /&gt;With my grateful tears&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Motivational Poster #3</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T17:11:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T17:11:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart"/>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright, I got talked into making this one. Screencap&amp;nbsp;loving ripped off from &lt;a href="http://cowboyhd.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://cowboyhd.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(u rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000f9ff/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="300" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000f9ff/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Motivational Poster #2</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T03:48:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T03:48:10Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart"/>
    <lj:music>Disturbed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I saw episode 3 today, and all I can say is...SQUEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;G-d, such a good episode. The story and characters were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of THE CONVO (the one involving Jack/Ianto), I decided to make a motivational poster. Many thanks to Documents for posting the convo screencaps WITH text (her entry can be found here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/jackxianto/505531.html#cutid1"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/jackxianto/505531.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without her, I wouldn't have been able to make this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000e69c/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000e69c/s320x240" width="300" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Something to do</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T02:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T04:26:09Z</updated>
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    <category term="torchwood"/>
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    <lj:music>iPod on shufle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I was going through a bunch of parody motovational posters, and found a site where u can make them. So anyway, I decided "why the hell not?" and made a Janto motivational poster. Hope u all like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000dcqc/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darketernal09/pic/0000dcqc/s320x240" width="300" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>darketernal09 @ 2008-01-17T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T05:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T05:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, first off, the whole blowfish thing: kinda a pointless character. Iknow, I know, he held the triangle thingy to make the hologram appear, and he was used to introduce Jack again, but apart from that there was no point. I dunno, I just thought the begining with the old lady and the sports car and such was kinda drawn out. However, it was cool how JAck came back (and I smirked when Ianto looked at his gun like "Did I fire?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain John: interesting character. the bar fight between him and Jack was hilarious. it'll be interesting to see him in next week's episode, and how the team deals with him, not to mention Martha joining the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto: Yay for more screen time/character development/people finally realizing he's not just a teaboy! There's so much to Ianto's character, and I'm glad that they're finally showing him more and driving his character. (Loved how he still had the stopwatch......a reminder/symbol of Jack perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to the whole Jack/Gwen/Ianto thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack/Ianto&lt;br /&gt;We saw in series one (in short spurts infrequently) the relationship between JAck and Ianto developing and evolving. Obviously there was much more going on behind the scenes (made obvious from the episode Captain Jack Harkness to End of Days) and we were presented with it again tonight. There is obviously a romantic relationship (or the beginings of one) between the two. I firmly believe that Jack loves Ianto, just like Ianto loves Jack. Much had to have happened between the two in-between episodes to bring them to where they are now, and hopefully some of that will be brought to light. I loved how Jack was all nervous and flustered, asking Ianto out (his behavior alone during that scene shows how much he loves and cares about him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack/Gwen&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the whole thing between them confused me too. I was "wtf?" Now, as some people have asked/stated "JAck falls in love with everyone he meets (?)" I do not believe that to be true. He falls in LUST with most people that he meets, but he only loves a few (u decide who). Now, Jack is a very attractive guy, and it's not just because of his looks, either. It's also due to his personality and how he caries himself. You know the old saying "girls tend to fall for bad boys." Well, Gwen is the girl falling for bad boy Harkness. It's a mix between hero worship and lust. Jack came to her and offered her a new life, a new way to look at things and amazing sights. Very terrifying, but amazing none the less. Bringing her out of the normal, the ordinary, the "9 to 5", and usually saving the day, well it tends to make someone develop a case of hero worship (just look at Jack/the Doctor). Add that to the fact that Jack is very attractive (personailty AND looks), well, who wouldn't flirt/fall for him. Jack likes Gwen's personality, how she reminds them to be human, her wonder and curiousity with everything new she's presented, her innocence/nieveity is a refreshing change for him. And, let's face it, Jack's a 51st century guy who knows that people fall for him, and as the saying goes "if you've got it, flaunt it." I think he genuienly cares about her, and lusts after her, but he doesn't love her in a romantic sense. It does seem to be a Doctor/companion relationship, and perhaps that also attributes to it. He can see the paralells between his relationship with Gwen, and his/Rose's relationship with the Doctor, and knows what it feels like to love someone so out of reach, so idolized, that he sorta takes pity and doesn't want her to feel that pain. (To me, it seemed that kiss on the cheek he gave her was his way of letting her go. She's going to get married, and as he told her before "Don't let this job get to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, my summary is Jack loves/is in love w/Ianto, and only lusts after Gwen (though he really does care about her as a friend, but ONLY as a friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey/Gray(however u wanna spell it):&lt;br /&gt;I have two ideas. Either it's the person that took away two years of his memory, OR maybe it's the person who took him from his home as a child. I know the whole story about the Face of Boe and all that, how he was the first kid accepted to the time Agency, but (if I remember correctly) he said he was a KID. And, the Time Lords were just children when they were taken to live at the Academy. so, maybe he could have been taken as a child too. Plus, did he ever really say what 2 years had been taken from him. Perhaps there is an option C: that Grey/Gray is the person who took him as a child and also erased his memory/betrayed him, etc (think Anakin and the Emperor...after all, they already had a Star Wars reference. that could have been a reference also to what is to come....perhaps the underlying theme could be related to Star Wars. Yeah, I'll shut up now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, liked the episode, love the preview for next couple episodes, looking forward to next wed (yay Jack/Ianto kiss, despite it looking like it's while one or both of them is under alien influence *mutters*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what are everyone else's thoughts?</content>
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    <title>darketernal09 @ 2008-01-03T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T05:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T05:17:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sound of the dryer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">List 12 characters from one fandom, before looking under the cut for the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reginald Jeeves&lt;br /&gt;2. Aunt Agatha&lt;br /&gt;3. Bingo Little&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuppy Glossop&lt;br /&gt;5. Stiffy Byng&lt;br /&gt;6. Angela Travers&lt;br /&gt;7. Aunt Dahlia&lt;br /&gt;8. Gussie Fink-Nottle&lt;br /&gt;9. Bertie Wooster&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;Biffy Biffen&lt;br /&gt;11. Honoria Glossop&lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;Oofy Prosser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you read 6/11 fic? Do you want to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Travers/Honoria Glossop? *shudders* never have and never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think 4 is hot? How hot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuppy Glossop? meh, not really. a 5/10 at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oofy got Gussie pregnant? One, it's impossible, and two....well I think there would be fainting, shouting, fleeing, and a trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you rec any fic(s) about 9?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertie Wooster o.O um, duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Agatha and Angela? wtf?! no way in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5/9 or 5/10? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiffy/ Bertie or Stiffy/Biffy?&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess I'd have to go with Stiffy/Bertie because they're friends and I don't think Biffy could handle Stiffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would happen if 7 walked in on 2 and 12 having sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Dahila walked in on Aunt Agatha and Oofy having sex? Probably scream and have a heart-attack (as would Aunt Agatha, therby&amp;nbsp;taking care of Bertie's engagement problems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make up a summary for a 3/10 fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bingo/ Biffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo Little happens to be spending the afternoon with his friend Bertie Wooster when sudenly Bertie is whisked away by a note from his Aunt Dahila telling him to come see her at once. Bingo, having nothing better to do, goes along with him and Jeeves. While walking about town as Bertie is forced to do something crazy/stupid by his aunt,&amp;nbsp;Bingo gets attacked by a Scottish Terrier. As a woman runs up to him to get the dog off of him, their eyes meet and Bingo, once again, falls in love at first sight. They spend the afternoon about town together, talking and laughing. Eventually, Bingo runs into Jeeves who tells him that they should go back for dinner. Bingo sadly agrees and says goodbye to Biffy. When Bingo returns he immediately asks Bertie and Jeeves for their help in wooing her. Bertie, shocked to find out his friend has set his eyes on Biffy, is reluctant to help. However, he eventually agrees and Jeeves and Bertie spend some time thinking out a plan. The next day Bertie pays a visit to ol Biffy, who tells him about meeting Bingo. She wants to be with him (as she is currently mad at her feiance) and so Bertie arranges a meeting for them. He tells Bingo where to meet Biffy, then goes back to his aunt's house. He seeks out Jeeves and explain to him the state of affairs. Jeeves, knowing that Biffy loves Stinker, stubly forms a plan to get Biffy and Stinker back together. He tells Stinker where Biffy is and who she's with, who then goes to beat Bingo to a pulp. He then finds a pretty young lady to go to the same place as well, instructing her to be all nice and flirty with Bingo. Stinker is beating up Bingo, to cries of "Stop it!" from Biffy, when said p.y.l. comes on the scene and is all love-dovey to an injured Bingo. Bingo, in love once more, walks arm-in-arm with her off into the sunset, leaving Biffy to throw herself into the arms of her love and saying "I'm sorry! I love you! don't leave me" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, who said that Bingo/Biffy had to be together the whole time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there any such thing as 1/8 fluff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jeeves/Gussie? I don't think so, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Dahila/Oofy&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy Aunt Takes Pity on Broken-Hearted Drunkard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the only way those two will end up together is if Oofy is very, very drunk and Aunt Dahila goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone on your friends list read 7 slash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aunt Dahila&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is slash for her. any fics that she's in are ones where she's a minor character. (Though would anyone really &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to read it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyone on your friends list read 3 het?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, since Bingo falls in love with a girl every&amp;nbsp;5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hornia Glossop, don't think drawing, but I know on Indeedsir she's been a minor character in a couple fics&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would anyone on your friends list write 2/4/5?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Agatha/Tuppy/Stiffy&lt;br /&gt;...no *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What might 10 scream out at a moment of great passion?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH I LOVE YOU.......um, what's your name again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you write a songfic about 8, which song would you choose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gussie&lt;br /&gt;"Rainbow Connection" or "It's Hard Being Green"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you wrote a 1/6/12 fic, what would the warnings be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeves/Angela/Oofy&lt;br /&gt;"For God's sake don't read this fic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What might a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Agatha to Biffy&lt;br /&gt;"I make you forget so hard that you'll remember everything!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you read a fic about 5?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Um, there was a J/W xover with SH...she was a minor character that helped save the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is 6's super-secret kink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's super secret kink is that she kinda likes Bertie and once in a while fantazies about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 11 shag 9? Drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would Honoria shag Bertie?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...depends, but probably better chance if BOTH of them were very, Very, VERY drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If 3 and 7 get together, who tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bingo/Aunt Dehila&lt;br /&gt;Bingo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"1 and 9 are in a happy relationship until 9 suddenly runs off with 4. 1, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with 11 and a brief, unhappy affair with 12, then follows the wise advice of 5 and finds true love with 3."&lt;br /&gt;What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeeves and Bertie are in a happy relationship untill Bertie suddenly runs off with Tuppy. Jeeves, broken hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Honoria and a brief, unhappy affair with Oofy, then follows the wise advice of Stiffy and finds true love with Bingo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Horrible Nightmare of Jeeves" &lt;a href="http://skyblue-reverie"&gt;skyblue-reverie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://derien"&gt;derien&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://umpteenth-gail"&gt;umpteenth-gail&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://emeraldreeve"&gt;emeraldreeve&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;should write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you feel if 7/8 was canon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aunt Dahila/Gussie?&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think 2 is hot? How hot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Agatha is -746573293746530872405/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 sends 8 on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oofy sends Gussie on a mission in which he must steal something or other, like a copper's helmet. Of course it doesn't succeed, it's Gussie for cryin out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would 5 most likely be arrested for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiffy would be arrested for assaulting a poliece officer who repediately insulted her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you had to walk home through a bad neighborhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 or 8?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Dahila most definitly! She'd scare anyone away!! Gussie would just stand there trembleing and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Graduation</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T22:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T22:39:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Proclaimers- I Would Walk 500 Miles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow. 5 weeks till graduation. I still can't fully grasp it; the idea that 5 weeks from now I'll be done with high school forever. I'm excited to be leaving, but at the same time kinda sad. Oh well, it's a new start in my life, and I can only move forward.</content>
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    <title>bored</title>
    <published>2006-11-23T23:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-24T00:01:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Make a list of all the characters in your icons. (Although you may have more than one icon of a single character, they only go on the list once.) Alphabetize it. Take the first two people on the list; that's your first pairing. Second two people; second pairing. etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this, so I figured I'd give it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;*Beckett&lt;br /&gt;Ford&lt;br /&gt;*Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Khan&lt;br /&gt;*McKay&lt;br /&gt;Ronan&lt;br /&gt;*Sheppard&lt;br /&gt;*Watson&lt;br /&gt;*Weir&lt;br /&gt;Zelenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pairings:&lt;br /&gt;Beckett/Ford: Beckett is only with Ford because Ford is threating him that if he isn'tin a relationship w/him, he'll kill Rodney(McKay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes/Khan: .....there is no way this could happen. ever. I'll just say Holmes loves Khan's voice and the only other reason he's with him is because Watson left him for another wife. (btw Khan is Roy Khan from Kamelot, an awesome metal band! He looks very good in leather *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKay/Ronan: McKay is with Ronan cuz Beckett is with Ford and there was no way he was gonna get with Shepperd! Besides, Ronan IS pretty hot *wink*. Ronan agreed to it because Shepperd is with someone else. IT's a relationship of conveince(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheppard/Watson: As it turns out, Watson did not leave Holmes for another wife, but for another man! (gasp!) However, he only did it to protect Holmes' reputation. Shepperd is with Watson because he's always been fasinated with the SH stories and liked Watson the most. Also, he's upset that Weir is with Zelenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weir/Zelenka: .....They got drunk one night, and one thing led to another...Zelenka decided to do the right thing and marry Weir so as to make her an honest woman. Weir is upset that it happened and that she can't be with John now (Sheppard), but like Zelenka and can live being married to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now it's time for MY pairings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes/Watson: Do I really have to explain myself here? They love each other! Watson is the only person who truly knows Holmes and Watson is the only person Holmes has let get so close to him. Besides, it's clear in the stories how much they love each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKay/Beckett: You can see in the tv show the chemistry between them. Beckett puts up with McKay's bs with good humor and is probably Rodney's best friend. McKay trusts Beckett completely, even if he calls Carson's profession "voodoo", that voodoo has saved his life many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheppard/Weir: They are so married. You can see it in the tv show. However, John won't do anyhting cuz she's his boss, and Weir won't do anyhting cuz she's his boss, but u can tell they wanna jump each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one else gets paired cuz I can't see any of them paired together. Ronan is in love with/stalking Shepperd (WAAAAAAAAAYYY too defensive of John), Ford's gone AWOL, Zelenka I could maybe see threesome with McKay/Beckett, and Khan is MINE! (I wish...he's married, so technicaly he's his wife's.)</content>
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    <title>School</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T19:15:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T19:15:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Panic! At The Disco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gah, just got back from first day of school. It wasn't that bad, but it's just that I've been in summer mode, ya know? It should be interesting. Obviously I'm new so I'll just take the time to say hello. Hello! Ok, now that that's done, I believe there are informational papers calling my name *groan*. Why do they give us those yellow cards EVERY SINGLE YEAR?!!! It drives me crazy! And all the class rules I have to sign.....it's so pointless. My information hasn't changed; I still have the same parents, live in the same house, have the same doctor. Why can't they just give us a card with all our information on it and just ask, "Has anything changed? If so, mark on card" and then just leave it at that! But noooooooooooo, we have to get them year after year after year and fill them out! Luckilly, this'll be my last year filling them out. At least, I hope so. They don't give you yellow cards in college, do they? If they do I'll scream. Oh well. I better go fill out that mountain of paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Later</content>
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