HDMrox
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“‘The mind forgets, but the heart remembers.’”
Kim glares at Harry. Leave it to him to say something appallingly sentimental. He waits for Vic to shut him down, but the other man just hums. Something close to fondness flits across his features.
“At least you remember me.”
--
Kim wonders how “hetero” these “hetero-sexual life partners” are.
Bookmarked by HDMrox
29 Mar 2021
-
Upon This Rock Will I Break Myself, Until It Shows Me Your Beloved Face by sheliesshattered (glasscannon)
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
21 Mar 2019
Tags
Summary
He was an opening act, sometimes, or just the weird vagrant at sound check. He’d show up, connect his guitar, and strum out those chords, make the air quake with the shape of what he’d lost. Those chords felt like the closest thing to memory he had left, the nearest thing to truth in the shattered shambles of his life.
He was mid-performance when the Doctor realised he’d once again locked eyes with the brunette, her wide brown eyes calling to him from out of the crowd. And he wondered, in the fleeting moment their gazes met and held, if she was the only one who understood what the melody really meant, who might understand the carved-out pain inside him, the ache that not even the music could accurately convey.
Bookmarked by HDMrox
14 Apr 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
hell bent fix-it. contrast jontif's "basil and cleopatra".
-
Tags
Summary
The problem, she figures, is that she's never been the kind of person to make up her mind one way or the other and stick to it. There's always another option, another way. You don't make it to world-class journalist from teenage pop star without thinking of all the escape routes. (Post-finale fix it.)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 17,719
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 44
- Kudos:
- 938
- Bookmarks:
- 202
- Hits:
- 12,492
Bookmarked by HDMrox
10 Oct 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
sometimes the ending justifies the telling, doesn't it?
-
Tags
Summary
Ever since he’d gotten his collar deactivated and gone off the grid, he’d been one of the most valued members of the resistance, at all of thirteen years old. He was the best courier, the best scout, one of the best thieves, though he liked to call it ‘proactive scavenging.’
And no one else could do what he could do. No one could keep up.
Series
- Part 1 of fastest living boy on earth
-
Tags
Summary
"I hated you for staying. After high school. You were supposed to be the one of us that got out of here. You and Kurt and the others. You were supposed to be everything you promised the world you'd be."
Rachel could hear all the things he wasn't saying. She didn't want to. High school was a decade ago.
"You were supposed to be better Rachel."
Maybe they were putting words to all those feelings.
"You were supposed to end up in jail before your twenty-first birthday. Life isn't about supposed to Noah."
Bookmarked by HDMrox
28 Oct 2019
Bookmarker's Notes
Rachel gets to where she needs to be, eventually. Puck comes along for the ride.