38One For Sorrow, Two For Joy » "One for sorrow and two for joy, /Three for a girl and four for a boy, /Five for silver, six for gold, /And seven for a secret never to be told." - Toby's strange nightmares, Jareth's wicked brothers, Sarah's unnamed fears; the Labyrinth, like God, does not play with dice and does not operate itself on coincidence. It's champion's fated return may be the only way to win a new game.

141Potential » Bilbo felt the gap the journey had made between him and his neighbors keenly. He longed to see mountains, to dine with elves, to take the Lakemen up on their invitation of lodgings. But that was not for a respectable Baggins, so Bilbo left his dreams of adventure for his pillow and sheets. But then he met a stranger on the main road and heard something long forgotten in the Shire.

59Come Stay The Night » "I need to hide." Felicità confessed, "I don't want to be found." She swallowed and glanced up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Debito, say you never saw me." She tugged again more firmly and bit her lip: "Please, help me hide." She barely blinked before Debito had her tucked under his arm: "Anything for you, Bambina." She looked down in shock and watched their legs disappear.

26The Dojo Stocked With Cake » "It's Hosts versus us, Morinozuka;" Takao growled, "dojo aside, which makes him fair game." Pulling out of Mori's grip, Takao snapped, "You" –He pointed to Mori and Haruhi,- "us," –He and a boy grouped together,- "school dojo, six weeks. Winner takes club funding." And then Takao and his cronies were gone. Haruhi locked eyes with Mori again. "What just happened?" (MoriXHaruhi)

1 There Is Going to Be A Lot of Paperwork For This Don't you just hate it when you go to call your boyfriend, and you call someone else? How embarrassing. ((Implied CecilXCarlos.)) ((Implied KevinXDBCARLOS.)) ((Suggested KevinXCarlosXDBCARLOS.)) #Drunk Dialing #Mistaken Identity #Proposal #Moving In Together #Wrong Number #Drinking & Talking #Declarations Of Love #Established Relationships

2 Twas The Night Of The Apocalypse Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) wrote the poem "Twas the night before Christmas", also called "A Visit from St. Nicholas", in 1822. It is now the tradition in many American families to read the poem every Christmas Eve. And this year, I just screwed it all up.

He Takes Riddling Too Seriously "If a person offends you, and you are in doubt as to whether it was intentional or not, do not resort to extreme measures; simply watch your chance and hit him with a brick." Mark Twain (Dean swears, alluded-to gay sex- oh God, call the no-fun police and report me for rating it 'T'. -.-.)

2 Love Means Never Having To Say You're Sorry Carlos was the first to speak. "...sorry." "Don't be!" Cecil said sharply, looking him in the eye. "Kissing isn't a crime yet! Neither is being in love! Being in love means never having to say 'sorry!" Cecil squished Carlos' cheeks, kissed him, and hugged him tightly as as he struggled to hold back his laughter at Cecil's seriously silly lecture. [For Ceclios Week 2 on Tumblr.]

3 My Love, You're Perfect Cecil knew he should be broadcasting, or checking for updates on the story of the fridges that was eating their owners, but Carlos was standing outside of the booth and obviously able to hear the sound of the weather. Or something with a similar beat, because Cecil couldn't help but worship this suggestive swinging, gyrating movement Carlos' hips had adopted.

2 Take Care of Them "You fool," Munakata murmured, closing his eyes now against a world without Red- without fire or heat. His surroundings felt cold after the deep warmth of Mikoto's aura and he barely repressed a shiver as he felt goose bumps rise on his skin. "leaving me with this… what about them?" Mikoto couldn't leave his clan unprotected and now his last words to Munakata are what he'll honour.