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You can find me in the following places if you're interested.

Goodreads >> Catherine Moses
Deckbox (MtG) >> Catherine Michelle
Last.FM >> wearestarrdust
Steam >> wearestarrdust
NaNoWriMo >> wearestarrdust

So, this is my stand in f-locked post for the time being until I come up with something prettier.

From here you can go to the following public posts on my LJ >>

Quote Archive.
GIF Archive.
Fan Fiction Index.
Original Fiction Index.
2014 Fifty Book Challenge.
Fan Fiction Challenge List.

Other lists to come.

All my fan and original fictions are public, along with a few awesome posts about Amanda Tapping.
In time, all my graphics and icon posts will be re-done and made public. There will be an index, it will be OCD heaven.
In time my 100 things challenges will be public, there will be an index, I'm not even kidding.

As for the little about me at the beginning of these things that will come soon.
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2017 Big List of Everything
All credit for this list goes to

Books and the like (Goodreads)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (pg. 80)

Television Shows ( | TV)

13 Reasons Why: 1x01
100, The: 1x01, 1x02
A Series of Unfortunate Events: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07, 1x08
Arrow: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03
Better Call Saul: 3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06
Canada's Worst Driver: 8x01, 8x02, 8x03, 4x04, 8x05, 8x06, 8x07, 8x08, 9x01, 9x02, 9x03, 9x04, 9x05, 9x06, 9x07, 9x08
Coupling (UK): 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04
Crazyhead: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06
Grimm: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07, 1x08, 1x09, 1x10, 1x11, 1x12, 1x13, 1x14, 1x15, 1x16, 1x17, 1x18, 1x19, 1x20, 1x21, 1x22, 2x01, 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 2x08, 2x09, 2x10, 2x11, 2x12, 2x13, 2x14, 2x15, 2x16, 2x17, 2x18, 2x19, 2x20, 2x21, 2x22, 3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06, 3x07, 3x08, 3x09, 3x10, 3x11, 3x12, 3x13, 3x14, 3x15, 3x16, 3x17, 3x18, 3x19, 3x20, 3x21, 3x22
Him & Her: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 2x01, 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06, 3x07, 4x01, 4x02, 4x03, 4x04, 4x05
iZombie: 1x09, 1x10, 1x11, 1x12, 1x13, 2x01, 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 2x08, 2x09, 2x10, 2x11, 2x12, 2x13, 2x14, 2x15, 2x16, 2x17, 2x18, 2x19, 3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06
My Family: 1x01
Mr. Robot: 1x01
Preacher: 1x01
Pure: 1x01
Santa Clarita Diet: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07, 1x08, 1x09, 1x10
Schitt's Creek: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07, 1x08, 1x09, 1x10, 1x11, 1x12, 1x13, 2x01, 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 2x08, 2x09, 2x10, 2x11, 2x12, 2x13, 3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06, 3x07, 3x08, 3x09, 3x10, 3x11, 3x12, 3x13
Sherlock: 4x01, 4x02, 4x03
Simpsons, The: 28x01, 28x02, 28x03, 28x04, 28x05, 28x06, 28x07, 28x08, 28x09, 28x10, 28x11
Very British Problems: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03
White Rabbit Project, The: 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07, 1x09, 1x10
Wolf Creek: 1x01, 1x02

Movies ( | Movies)

Dark Summer (2015, USA) [7]
Death at a Funeral (2007, UK) [9]
Evil Dead (2013, USA) [7.5]
Final Girl 2015, USA) [8]
Haunter (2013, USA) [5]
Intruders (2015, USA) [7.5]
Nightmare on Elm Street, A (2010, USA) [7]
Severance (2006, UK) [8]

Video Games (Steam, Origin, PS4, XBOX 360 etc)

Beholder 1 Hour 18 Minutes
Cooking Academy 2 hours
Dishonoured 20 Minutes
Elder Scrolls Online, The 175 Hours
Epic Battle Fantasy 4 24 Minutes
Evoland 1 Hour 48 Minutes
Forest, The 1 Hour 6 Minutes
Fifa 17 TBA
Massive Chalice 1 Hour 48 Minutes
Mini Metro 1 Hour 54 Minutes
Orwell: 42 Minutes
Project Highrise 28 Hours and 55 Minutes
Resident Evil 7: 4 Hours
Shadow Tactics 40 Minutes

Favourite Music of 2017 (iTunes, YouTube)

Against the Current
Avril Lavigne
Dance with the Dead
Linkin Park - Heavy
The Chainsmokers
Arch Enemy
Oceans - Paradise

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Title: I've got you under my skin
Fandom: Sanctuary
Characters: Helen/Nikola
Rating: PG
Word Count: 367
Summary: Set during the last scene of 4x09 "Chimera" (No spoilers)

She turned to face him. It was hot. He was staring at her and it almost made her uncomfortable. The brave Helen Magnus - brought down by a mere look. Her lips parted and her breath was shallow. Time seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed down more than one would imagine was humanly possible. Her tongue darted out across her teeth and along the bottom of her top lip. She bit her lip. He continued to stare and she felt a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Her chest rose and fell as she took several shallow breaths, and he heard. “Why, Helen. I do seem to have an effect on you tonight.” He moved, ever so slightly towards her. His hand hovered beside her thigh, but did not touch it, and she thought she might cry out at any moment, urging him to do what he wished. His sense of restraint tore at her own, and it began to break. She shifted forward, ever so slightly, but the leather on the couch gave her away. Nikola tilted his head, “more wine?” A roguish grin crossed his face, but he held himself in check, much better than she seemed to be able to at this moment. “Please,” her mouth was dry and she bit on her lip once more to keep from making any noise. “Nikola,” his name spilled from her lips like honey and she caught her breath once more.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and she couldn’t bear to look away. He passed her the wine and she held it tightly, her fingers tense on the fragile glass. “Don’t break that now Helen,” he was playing with her. She didn’t know what to say to him, and the tension was becoming unbearable. She needed to regain control. She looked away although it took a few moments to do so. She closed her eyes and took a breath. Raising the glass to her lips, her grip now more relaxed, she took a sip and placed the wine back onto the table. She looked back at him, a smile now on her face. “Oh, I won’t Nikola, I won’t.”
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Title: Maybe there's hope
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Scully, Mulder
Rating: PG
Word Count: 310
Summary: AU. Scully searches for Mulder. Centre's on the vital concept of hope.

Maybe there’s hope. It was all she could utter, the smallest of phrases, yet, with the largest of repercussions. A small hint in the darkness, a tiny flicker of light to wash away the fears and the frets: hope was such a concept, such a vital emotion that one could not survive without it. It was written on the walls and in the hearts of the men and women who fought and died on that day; and all the days to come. Wars waged not with swords or armour but with guns and ammo; with knowledge and information.

The sign lit up through the darkness and the musty street before her ushered her closer to her goal. He was there, and that was her hope. Bombed out buildings and signs of life once lived but now extinguished followed her and she walked with purpose as if trying to outrun them; to outrun everything they stood for. Such cataclysmic loss of life could not be ignored for long. The street was dark, and the fog was thick; but in the darkness that one sign lit up like that small beacon of hope she knew was inside her, and that must be inside him, too.

Her shoes clicked and clacked along the upturned sidewalk as she passed countless homes, lost to the war, the war of information. When she arrived at the door she found herself conflicted, and the small glimmer of hope she held onto so dearly wavered inside her; threatening to extinguish. A hand reached up to hold the cross that sat at her neck and a sigh could be heard from her lips. She raised a hand and knocked, hard and with purpose as the flame of hope grew once more. It was hope that drove her forward, and it was hope that would find him, dead or alive.
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Title: It's not over
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: Haymitch
Prompt: LEAH - Surrounded
Rating: M
Word Count: 415
Written for: Undefined

Dead. They were all dead. Everyone that ever mattered to him was gone, cold and frozen like the mass grave their bodies were thrown in by the Capitol. Hadn't he just done what he was supposed to do? Survive. That was the point wasn't it? To win? If you could even call it winning. Killing others to increase his lifespan by a few hours, or even minutes. Going into the arena he had no great adamancy that he would ever be coming out again; accept of course by hovercraft.

When he'd killed that last tribute he thought it was over. He would go home - to his girlfriend, to his family - and he would attempt the long road back to normal, and he would forget all about the horrors of the arena. But how could he when President Snow had other ideas; ideas that involved the planned torture and slaughter of his whole family? The house was eerily quiet and he felt himself being driven to distraction by their absence.

He was being punished, because even as a victor - even after playing their game and surviving - they had to prove he was still under their control. They had to prove that they could still hurt him. Even after his family was gone, ever after everyone who'd ever been important had been snatched away from him without warning, they could still hurt him.

Now that he was a victor, he'd have to mentor the kids reaped from District 12 in the future. He was the only surviving District 12 victor, so unless there was another - and let's face it they were rare in the first place - this would be his job for the rest of his life. The tributes might be older than him or worse, younger. His age did nothing to shield him from the horrors or the arena, and it would do nothing to shield him from the horrors or watching someone you've come to care about - even just a little - slaughtered again and again and again.

He had to get out of here, he had to separate himself from the hurt. To suffocate the pain that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. A tear rolled down his cheek and fell to the floor; the splash it made on the tiles seemed monumental. He picked up the bottle and walked out, leaving everything he'd ever loved behind. It wasn't over; it would never be over.
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Title: A touch
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: Katniss/Peeta
Prompt: LEAH - Dreamland
Rating: G
Word Count: 417
Written for: Undefined

A touch. Just one, and then it's over. I scramble to find the words; scramble to tell him how I feel. How I've always felt. He's staring at me, staring into my soul somehow, like no one else really can, like no one else ever has. Images flash before my eyes; the terror seems to leech my energy and I fall.

When I wake up, he's gone. I panic, searching for him in the darkness of my mind, in the darkness of the room beyond, but he's gone. The terror returns and I black out again. This time when I come too, I stand up; he's still not here. I call for him through the darkness, but I'm met with nothing but stillness.

Pausing to find myself, I move beyond the room and into the passageway. It's dark just like the bedroom was. Holding onto the wall for support, I shuffle forward, each step harder than the last.

A pinprick section of light shoots into my eyes and I close them. The time without light causes it to blind me for a moment. I open them slowly, adjusting to the light as quickly as I can. I follow it. The floor seems to sift beneath my feet and I scramble to stay upright, but it's not enough. I smack my head on the wall, and feel the blood trickling down my face. I black out, again.

When I wake something is different, it's warmer, and I can make out the shapes that hold together the room I'm in. As more and more of the room comes into focus I see a face. He's here; his blue eyes are piercing, I hope they never change. I try to speak, but nothing comes out, my throat - I realise - is dry as a bone. I cough, looking around for water, and he reaches out to give me a glass.

"You're okay," he says with a smile, but behind his eyes and words I sense a shifting fear. I furrow my brows, wondering why he's concerned, why I'm here at all. "What happened?" Then I look down, he's not alone. A little tuft of dark brown hair sticks out from a blanket in his arms. I gasp as memories flood back into my mind so fast I have to control my breathing. The baby. "Is she okay?" I ask, desperate. "She's perfect." He says, and slips the child into my arms. I sigh; content, wishing my nightmares behind me.
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The Hunger Games Fanfiction Index (2)

General The Hunger Games Fiction (1)
>> It's never over (M. 415)
Written for Undefined, Prompt LEAH - Surrounded. Haymitch POV after winning the games.

Katniss/Peeta (1)
>> Touch (G. 417)
Written for Undefined, Prompt LEAH - Dreamland. Katniss fades into the black.

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