gathers_no_moss
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- Lost (10)
- The Librarians (TV 2014) (1)
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[Kate drabbles collected in one place.]
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She's seven and fascinated by fire.
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The ground here is sour, scorched earth, and cursed dirt. It brings forth monsters and feasts on holy grief.
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Prompt: “At least you weren’t stabbed, because, uh, hello, I am bleeding.
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jack was her phantom limb for so long, a shadow in the corner of every room, and now he's not. she squeezes his fingers and lifts her other hand to lay against his chest, over his heart. she plays with the collar of his jacket and keeps her eyes steady on his. "to marry you. ask me to marry you again."
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oneshots. if the plane had landed.
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06 Mar 2021
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She wants to run. God, does she want to run.
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13 Oct 2020
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Kate and Jack sit together at Hurley’s bonfire in season 2
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23 Sep 2020
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Chaos theory is an interdisciplinary theory stating that, within the apparent randomness of chaotic complex systems, there are underlying patterns, interconnectedness, constant feedback loops, repetition...
“You could put Jack and Kate on an NYC street, and have them pass each other at rush hour on a Wednesday morning, and they would stop and turn, slowing to watch each other go by. They know each other within the context of a universal recognition. They have met before in this life and they will meet again in another.” - JJ Abrams.
Fifteen lives Jack and Kate could have lived.
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- Part 2 of author's favorites
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07 Sep 2020
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“It’s the fruit,” he admits, sounding regretful. “I am bound to my mythology - you ate three pomegranate seeds from the underworld, so you are my wife.”
“I am not your anything,” she growls. They walk a while longer. “Only three months a year?” She asks, quieter.
“Three months,” he agrees. At least, it feels like an agreement. She has to remind herself that she never agreed to anything.
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aka a twist on the persephone myth.
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01 Aug 2020