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  <title>X-Men Movieverse Fan Fiction</title>
  <subtitle>We are the future.</subtitle>
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    <name>X-Men Movieverse Fan Fiction</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-18T02:05:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:378995</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
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    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
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    <title>A Long Night</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T02:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T02:05:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I've finally made it to X1 in my &lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/"&gt;novel&lt;/a&gt; and I'm doing my damnedest to mesh my storyline with canon. This has meant repeated watchings of the movie and the creation of timelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, is X1 messed up on the climactic evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the X-Men follow Rogue to the train station. By the time Magneto grabs her and heads outside, it is nighttime. The earliest time this could be in the year (given the sunny, green outdoor scenes) is late April. That means it must be after 6:00 for it to be so dark, probably more like 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-Men get back to the mansion and chat. Senator Kelly arrives at the front door. It's night now. He is, presumably, examined in med lab and then the professor meets him. You gotta figure it's 9:00 by now. The Professor is knocked out using the tampered Cerebro and admitted to med lab. 10:00 anyone? Jean finally risks her life using Cerebro and figures they have to head for Liberty Island. There is a pre-mission briefing and changes of costume. Then the X-Men head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Kelly died in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrive at Liberty Island at least 30 minutes before the UN Summit starts. So, what? They are doing the opening ceremonies, complete with fireworks for a world summit at... midnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to be true to canon, but sometimes it just shoots you in the foot!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:378648</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
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    <title>Days of Becoming, Chapter 22</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T19:46:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T19:46:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Days of Becoming, Chapter 22 - &lt;i&gt;“In flagrante delicto”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Talktooloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Verse: &lt;/b&gt;X-Men movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Explicit sex, swearing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betas: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lux_apollo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lux_apollo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mofic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mofic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://mofic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mofic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kuriadalmatia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kuriadalmatia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://kuriadalmatia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kuriadalmatia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Marvel and 20th Century own the X-Men but we make them do more interesting things; and we don't mess with continuity every time we need a new EVENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This novel focuses mainly on the paths Iceman and Pyro take on their way to adulthood and how they discover and deal with their love for each other. It is a novel about what Joni Mitchell calls "the dream's malfunction" and how we can learn to make our own dreams when our heroes fail us. Other X characters (including ones from comicverse and elsewhere) and OC's play prominent roles and the action begins before X1, continues through the events of X2 and X3 and concludes in the aftermath of that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously in Days of Becoming:&lt;/b&gt; Everyone has found their way to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters: Bobby Drake from his safe home in Boston, John Allerdyce from the streets of New York City where he was a runaway and a hustler... all the other mutants kids along the paths of their own destinies. And now Mike Haddad and Jubilation Lee have arrived, having survived a run-in with anti-mutant vigilantes. The mansion is a refuge, but within its walls, passions are raging, doubts emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Please use the comments link at the end of the chapter to bring you back here or drop me email to talktooloose CAT toothdemon FRAUGHT net. That oughta fool the spambots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/chapter22.html"&gt;Here's the chapter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/"&gt;Here's the DOB homepage for earlier chapters!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:378596</id>
    <author>
      <name>yaoi_anti_drug</name>
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    <title>Judas 1/2</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T16:43:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T16:43:24Z</updated>
    <category term="bobby/john"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Judas 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='yaoi_anti_drug' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://yaoi-anti-drug.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://yaoi-anti-drug.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;yaoi_anti_drug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ladywilde80' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ladywilde80.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://ladywilde80.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ladywilde80&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Bobby/John&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Drama, Angst&lt;br /&gt;Characters: John, Bobby, various X-Men and inconsequential OCs&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Post-The Last Stand, John is captured a year and a half after Alcatraz.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: about 4,380&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: X-2 and The Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Movie-verse, Violence, Angst, Dark!fic, Non-Con in the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Thanks you so much &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ladywilde80' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ladywilde80.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://ladywilde80.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ladywilde80&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping to get me writing again! This is my first X-Men fic, so be kind. Constructive criticism is always loved, comments, even if it’s to say you hate it, are always appreciated too.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, the X-Men would be made entirely of gay men simply for my enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yaoi-anti-drug.livejournal.com/31279.html"&gt; Judas 1/2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Posted at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='dry_ice' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/dry_ice/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/dry_ice/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dry_ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:378293</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dizzle</name>
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    <lj:poster user="witchanteia"/>
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    <title>Something to Perk me UP</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T05:43:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T00:15:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Drabbeldy Guck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Pairing: Shadowcat/Spiderman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Type: One-Shot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Rating: PG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I'm so tired of being quiet."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I’m so tired of being quiet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The young brunette raised her hand high above her head, impatiently waving it around like a white flag.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Yes, Kitty?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;An annoyed Storm answered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I mean, not to be a total snot here, but why do we have to learn about evolution and creationism in tandem?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Well for one thing it’s a requirement that every student in the state of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; receive both sides…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Please,” Kitty snorted, incredulously looking around the room from one blank face to the next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“We’re mutants, I think we’re a little beyond beginner’s genetics.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, the class seemed to wake up then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Storm took a breath, realizing just then that teaching really wasn’t for her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was more the take charge, headmaster, not really the patient, heart-of-gold teacher type.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Just because &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are beyond beginner’s genetics doesn’t necessarily mean…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“No,” Rogue interrupted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“She’s right, even a &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; girl like me knows that the world wasn’t made overnight.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Thank you!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kitty threw her arms up in the air in steady exaggeration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Girls!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Storm was getting pissed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her nails and several other things needed to be shaped up and she was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; going to draft up a new lesson plan at the spa with Jean later.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She straightened up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Class, open your books to page one-eighty.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 2.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&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;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;An uproar of groans loudly went around the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Storm quickly tapped her long, wooden pointer against some chalked words on the board:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;As creationism is based on religious faith rather than evidence through experiment and observation, it cannot be evaluated by science, which&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in turn does not attempt to address issues of supernatural intervention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Huh!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kitty snorted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;That’s one way to end a debate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Storm turned her back to the class to emphasize the last point by underlining the one final sentence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kitty turned toward Rogue and saw that she was writing a letter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Stealing a sidelong look at Bobby, Kitty saw him peeking over Rogue’s shoulder at the note.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The smallest X-Man sighed and turned back to stare at the wood of her desktop while Storm went straight from Creationism to Evolution and then back again before going into the components that make up DNA.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kitty pulled out a lone item from inside her desk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I bet if Parker was here he’d have already gotten me out of here by&amp;nbsp;faking a sudden fit of claustrophobic asphyxia…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While going over important points about the separation of Church and State&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The pretty brunette sighed again thinking about Parker and her loneliness at the mansion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She felt a nudge and snapped up to look at Piotr smiling at her like a madman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“You ok, tovarisch*?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Kitty Pryde looked away quickly not wanting to show her unhappiness to a friend who was good enough to try and cheer her up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Never better, comrade…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She took the item in her hand and flipped it over staring at the image of Parker she’d begged him to let her take that night in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/witchanteia/pic/000agsgt/"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" o:spt="75" o:preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path o:extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock v:ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape style="WIDTH: 250.5pt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;* tovarisch (Russian) = “Friend”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:377882</id>
    <author>
      <name>Why so serious?</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="seriousfic"/>
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    <title>Fic: Handholding (X-Men)</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T19:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T19:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Handholding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: X-Men movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairings&lt;/b&gt;: Bobby/Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count&lt;/b&gt;: 213&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: Why Marie loves holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriousfic.livejournal.com/79198.html#cutid1"&gt;She was never so cold as when she was bundled in layers of clothes.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:377676</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
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    <title>Anthropic Principles</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T16:21:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T16:21:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've finally gotten to X1 in my novel (it only took 195,000 words) and I'm reviewing the movie meticulously. Charles assigns work on "Anthropic Principles" to his physics students and I was curious to look up the term in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropic_principle"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is rich metaphorical ground and I'm curious if the writers had an underlying message in choosing this bit of esoterica. On a basic level, it shows that the school operates at a fairly advanced level and expects a lot of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially taken by the concept that "...the only universe we can see is one that supports life. If it were a different type of universe, we would not exist to see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a metaphor for writing fantastical universes right there. They must exist because here they are. What a great fictive excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I might use this in my writing -- and sort of doubt I will -- but there's something there.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:377347</id>
    <author>
      <name>Katt</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="xenokattz"/>
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    <title>Fic: After Auden [1/1] Bobby Drake, Jubilation Lee (rated teen)</title>
    <published>2008-06-30T19:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-30T19:50:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://madweasel.com/kattsaerie/Elem_ficlets/aftaud.htm"&gt;After Auden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xenokattz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xenokattz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://xenokattz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xenokattz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt; X-Men Movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters&lt;/b&gt;: Bobby Drake (Iceman), Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;Prisoners or trainees, X-Men or SHIELD, best friends or lovers. Bobby and Jubilee are confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; All recognizable characters are not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://madweasel.com/kattsaerie/Elem_ficlets/aftaud_an.htm"&gt;Author's Notes AKA Who the heck is Auden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lady_sarai' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lady-sarai.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://lady-sarai.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lady_sarai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who continuously answers my middle-of-the-night yelps for a beta and also the &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mortongirl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mortongirl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://mortongirl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mortongirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who helped me edit the crap out of &lt;a href="http://madweasel.com/kattsaerie/elemental.htm"&gt;Elemental&lt;/a&gt;. The results of that edit lies below. This happens in the same continuity as &lt;i&gt;Elemental&lt;/i&gt;; subplots may be easier to understand if you've read it but the story does well enough as a stand-alone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:377248</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
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    <title>Drabble Hour</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T18:11:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T18:20:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;The Interpretation of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Talktooloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Verse:&lt;/b&gt; X-Men movieverse with ref. to Astonishing X-Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Jean and Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Sex, nudity and amateur psychoanalysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 534&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spoilers for Astonishing X-Men #24 and Giant-Size Astonishing X-Men #1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I finish the massive Chapter 22 of Days of Becoming, here's a silly drabble that occured to me in the middle of the night. AU because Kitty is still a student while Jean is alive, yet she's graduated here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They lay together in Jean’s big bed, having made love on and off, all through the night. Now the morning sun was coloring the room pink as it passed through the shears. Kitty ran a finger across Jean’s broad, strong frame, taking the firm weight of one breast in her palm and kissing the nipple gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so glad to be here,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you really? Are you sure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jean, please don’t freak out on me again. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just turned 18, you’re not my teacher anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, but —”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And it was me that seduced you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, Scott…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You said Scott gave you permission to try it with a woman if the opportunity ever arose. Well, here I am: Little Ms. Opportunity!” She climbed on top of the older woman and kissed her mouth before any more “buts” could emerge. “Did you get any sleep?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Jean said, “but I had the weirdest dreams.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty climbed off and turned on her side facing Jean, propped up on one elbow. “Tell me! I’m good at interpreting dreams.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a bit confusing… Okay, I’ll just say the things I remember.” She stared up at the ceiling with the same look on her face as when she was trying to make sense of a strange medical phenomenon. “I was in a forest, surrounded by a really nasty band of mutants. Criminals, thugs. Oh, and Magneto was there, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Were you their prisoner? Were they doing perverted things to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, they were scared of me. I was all red: my hair, my clothes. And not my normal red; more like fire. Long fiery red hair, long red coat. Then I was in my childhood home and I was alone. Terribly alone. I looked down at the floor and Charles was there. Dead. I think I killed him. Oh! And Scott, too. I killed them both.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, heavy. Anything else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, my name wasn’t ‘Jean’ anymore. It was ‘Phoenix.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like in Arizona or like the mythical bird?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean laughed. “The bird, I suppose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty turned over the details in her head, playing absently with Jean’s hair. “Okay, that’s pretty obvious, actually. It’s all about guilt. You’re in a forest — that’s always the subconscious. You’re red, which is the color of sensuality, of taboo. You know? The Lady in Red? And even the bad guys are scared of you because you’re so, you know, evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve betrayed Xavier and Scott. By sleeping with me, right?” Jean bit her lip. Kitty climbed back on top and stared deep into her eyes. “Hey, relax, this is pure science we’re talking here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so why am I called ‘Phoenix?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty smiled, grinding her crotch slowly and erotically against Jean’s. “Because you’ve just been reborn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made love again, their orgasms rising higher and higher as the sunlight filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, sweaty and relaxed, Jean asked Kitty. “And what did you dream, Sigmund Pryde?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, God, don’t ask. It was &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; Freud overload. I’m flying through space, trapped in a giant bullet, get it? Or I am the bullet or something and I’m &lt;i&gt;piercing the Earth&lt;/i&gt;. Aggghhhh, we’re not going there, it’s too disturbing!”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:376908</id>
    <author>
      <email>nextspeilburg@aim.com</email>
      <name>o(≧∀≦)o</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="checkmatey"/>
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    <title>:)</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T21:15:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T21:15:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TITLE: Incendiary&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTEr: 1/4&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR/ARTIST: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='checkmatey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://checkmatey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://checkmatey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;checkmatey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: R&lt;br /&gt;PAIRING: John/Bobby&lt;br /&gt;SUMMARY and/or WARNINGS: Flangst. They &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;NOTES: My first Johny/Bobby. I hope you like it. Comments make me write faster.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Bobby thought he was dead. The rest of the x thought that he was dead. It was almost a year, and Bobby was over it. The first six months of his death when they all assumed that he was dead was when Bobby barely left his room for any thing other than required classes and dinner. It was bad enough that John had turned against him, but it was even hard to kill him to protect others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wasn't there another way? Perhaps they should have punished him by giving him the cure. He questioned this for a few months until Logan came into his room and gave him a good lecture. Bobby told himself that he only cared because he was ignoring Marie. He even dumped her after the school reopened. The night he did, there was three scratches in his pillow with feathers spread everywhere. As if that wasn't obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Alive wasn't exactly the best term to describe John. He was unconscious for almost a year. They'd found him knocked out at the scene of the battle. Immediately, the doctors thought that he was dead. They were wrong. When they checked him one more time, they found his heart beating and seemed to be alive. There was just one problem. The mutant just wouldn't seem to wake up. The doctors decided it would be best to give him the cure so that he couldn’t light them on fire when he woke up. Unfortunately for them, his powers returned to normal state during the eleven months that he was asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	It was Bobby's birthday that he woke up. John suddenly sat up with eyes the size of saucer pans, glaring at the nurse trying to check the blood pressure in his arm. The mutant wanted an explanation right away. The doctors explained to John what happened cautiously, and they weren’t surprised that he only remembered the moment up to when he got hint. Scenes of Bobby in ice flashed through his mind, and he bent over grabbing his head in frustration. It was a good thing they didn’t check to see if he had any mutation left, or they would have sent him to jail seeing as the cure didn’t work fully. Either it was because he was above a class three, or none of the cure shots worked all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He had nowhere to go when it was through but the school. John debated about going there for almost a month, telling the doctors he felt sick so that he could stay in the hospital. They had a feeling that it had to do with the school because he requested the phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;	Staring down at the bucket of vanilla ice cream, Bobby wondered if he had any chores to do this evening. Probably not. There wasn’t anything he was aware of. Nothing really special going on at night anyways. The dance. Oh that. He forgot. Apparently, Storm thought it would be good for the students to start having a dance. A month after his birthday, and he still didn’t want to see Rogue again. She stopped over the night of his birthday, said her congratulations on his eighteenth birthday. It only reminded him that John would be eighteen right now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	So what Logan had told him about getting over the death of John wasn’t working. He still seemed to feel for the boy. There wasn’t an exact answer to what type. He just did. As he took another bite of the treat, the brunette heard someone answer the phone in an odd tone. It was almost like they were surprised.  His interest followed after him when Kitty brought him the phone and quickly set it down in front of him on the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The mutant picked it up and placed it next to his ear, swallowing before he answered. “Hello, this is bobby.” He said with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The voice on the other line was silent for a moment, and he almost thought that Kitty had pranked him. “Hey Ice Man.” Then it hit him. This had to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:376765</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dizzle</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="witchanteia"/>
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    <title>Hot Rods &amp; Spitfire Chapter Ten - Without Missing a Beat</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T02:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T02:10:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Title: &lt;strong&gt;Hot Rods and Spitfire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Author: WitchAnteia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Rating: Hard R for Violence &amp;amp; Obscenities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Genre: Shipper, Angst, + Smut-ious Glorious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Special Thanx 2: FX for looping X1 &amp;amp; X2, resulting an 8-hour Jackman binge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Summary: Wolverine fights Sabertooth, Round 1! John and Marie make a deal and Weapon X has now been activated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Chapter 10 - Without Missing a Beat"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ten – Without Missing a Beat&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;"You see that little fella?" Sabertooth snarled in Wolverine's ear. "Pyro's gonna have a run with sugarteats and then I'm gonna get to have a go at her!" &lt;br /&gt;"Big words for a man I last seen blasted five hundred feet off the ground." Logan gritted out against Sabertooth's massive forearm, pinning him like a vice against the cell's stone wall. &lt;br /&gt;The larger man landed a quick, vicious shot to his kidney. &lt;br /&gt;"And the way the kid strolled in here drenched in that scent like chocolate and cherries..." &lt;br /&gt;"Keep talking Bub, but when I'm out of these cuffs you won't walk away from what I do to you." &lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" Sabertooth flips around Logan until he's tilting over. Sabertooth crashes Logan's spine over his bent knee. There is an audible popping sound and Sabertooth drops Logan's limp form to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Mystique?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Yes, Rogue?” Mystique answered while taking the tops off a few trays scattered around her mattress bed. Revealed within was dish after seductive dish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Please tell me I’ve just hallucinated the last several days and any time now I’m gonna just wake up in the med lab.”&lt;br /&gt;Mystique snorted.&lt;br /&gt;“’Fraid not little one.” She motioned towards where the steaming food was sitting. “But I guess maybe this is your reward for being such a good sport.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“What do you mean?” Marie asked while looking at the food, her mouth watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Pyro set it up for you.” She could barely contain the humor in her voice. “Guess there’s another honorary member of the Brotherhood in the room here besides me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Huh?” Marie asked barely looking up before digging out a big scoop of rice from one of the trays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“Well, I’m kind of an honorary member too since I started to show signs of reverting back to my mutant state.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Marie looked up at her still chewing a huge piece of meat in the corner of her mouth. Hearing Mystique talk for so long a time was unnerving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;“What happened?” Marie asked. “I mean, I never heard anything about you taking the cure.” Marie’s brow wrinkled. “What would make &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;take the cure?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;The younger girl sat in stunned silence as she was told all about Mystique’s forced rehabilitation into a “conventional” human life, about how Eric had left her then and what she did in retaliation, telling the FBI where their hideouts were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;The first part was a bit hard to take, but by the time Mystique had finished Marie had felt oddly giggly at the joke Mama Karma had evidently set into motion for the blue woman. Or maybe she had become delirious from gorging herself on such tasty food as she had been deprived of for the last several days. A funny thing happened then. Thinking of Mystique as a woman with feelings actually softened her stalwart character for Marie and the younger girl ended up only feeling sorry for the elder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Mystique left Rogue’s cell soon after their exchange and was nearly knocked over by Pyro hurrying to go to the place she had just left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Logan wakes with a horrible pain shooting through his spine. His foggy brain cleared and he sniffed the scent of the room, trying to identify his environment. He sensed Sabertooth’s presence and turned his head slightly to verify that the very same devil was draped against the iron slated grate, back to the prisoner. Wolverine takes the time to slowly palm the box with the drug pump behind his back. As he suspected, it was broken, he guessed from the blow Sabertooth delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Logan shook his head a bit trying to gain some clarity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;How long was I out?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He watched Sabertooth for any movement.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;"And&lt;/i&gt; &lt;em&gt;Marie?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Too long.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" align="left"&gt;The blonde barbarian turned his head over his shoulder, sniffing the air. Even his ears seamed to perk up right before a sharp, ringing noise sliced through the air. Sabertooth’s eyes widened in shock and he tried desperately to scramble his way into standing so he could defend himself. Although, it appeared to be a futile effort as the Wolverine was already up and relieved of the chains that had previously bonded him. As it was Sabertooth didn’t even have the time to get to his feet it seemed because as soon as he did two quick moves from Logan severed him fro the ability to control his movements ever again. His body separated itself and the Wolverine stepped over the fallen man’s loose head before making his way out his cell in search of Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;a href="http://witchanteia.livejournal.com/26771.html"&gt;[Previous] &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://witchanteia.livejournal.com/20283.html"&gt;[Table of Contents] &lt;/a&gt;[Next] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:376349</id>
    <author>
      <email>crescentia@yahoo.com</email>
      <name>abi z</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="azephirin"/>
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    <title>You and Me of the 10,000 Wars — XMM/Supernatural — Rogue/Sam — NC-17</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T06:06:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T06:06:33Z</updated>
    <category term="crossover"/>
    <category term="rogue"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: You and Me of the 10,000 Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&lt;/strong&gt;:  abi z. / &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='azephirin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://azephirin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://azephirin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;azephirin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandoms:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Supernatural/The X-Men&lt;/em&gt; (movieverse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;em&gt;A bed to be made and a bed to lie in...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Rogue/Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count&lt;/b&gt;: ~2700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers&lt;/strong&gt;: Through &lt;em&gt;X-Men: The Last Stand&lt;/em&gt;. No spoilers for &lt;em&gt;Supernatural&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: [clears throat] Everything &lt;em&gt;Supernatural&lt;/em&gt;-related is the intellectual property of Eric Kripke, Warner Bros. Television, and a bunch of other people who are not me. Marie and the rest of the X-Men gang are the property of Marvel Comics. Title and summary from "&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/lyrics/indigo_girls/you_and_me_of_the_10_000_wars/508809/lyrics.jhtml"&gt;You and Me of the 10,000 Wars&lt;/a&gt;," by the Indigo Girls. None of this belongs to me, and I surely am not making any money from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;( &lt;a href="http://azephirin.livejournal.com/51567.html"&gt;You and Me of the 10,000 Wars&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:376317</id>
    <author>
      <email>charming_syrai@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>syrai aka syrainator</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="charming_syrai"/>
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    <title>fic: novocaine for the soul (rogue/pyro)</title>
    <published>2008-06-07T09:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T09:02:30Z</updated>
    <category term="rogue/john"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;TITLE:&lt;/b&gt; NOVOCAINE FOR THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FANDOM:&lt;/b&gt; X-Men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIES:&lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STATUS:&lt;/b&gt; standalone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;RATING:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 (just for the language, I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORD COUNT:&lt;/b&gt; about 4600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAIRING:&lt;/b&gt; Rogue/Pyro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMARY:&lt;/b&gt; What if Rogue's answer to the infamous question asked by John in the jet before taking off, had not been the timid silence that it was, but a firm "no" instead? What if she'd gone with him? Just a glimpse to how it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;PROMPT:&lt;/b&gt; 036 ideal {for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='50scenes' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/50scenes/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/50scenes/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;50scenes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TABLE:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://charming-syrai.livejournal.com/78655.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charming-syrai.livejournal.com/107417.html"&gt;novocaine for the soul&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:375860</id>
    <author>
      <name>xela_fic</name>
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    <title>Pan-Fandom fic_adoption Com</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T00:32:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T00:32:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We all like a completed fic. But sometimes, that pesky thing called Real Life gets in the way. So...switching fandoms? Leaving writing for greener pastures? Just damn tired of that one fic you can't seem to finish? Let us have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fic_adoption' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fic_adoption/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fic_adoption/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fic_adoption&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a pan-fandom community that strives to find homes for orphaned fics.  Our mission is:&lt;br /&gt;To create a place where authors who, for whatever reason, are unable to finish their works can turn them over to capable individuals.&lt;br /&gt;To encourage good will within the fanfic community.&lt;br /&gt;To keep good ideas going.&lt;br /&gt;To answer the question "Well HOW DOES IT END?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, check out &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fic_adoption' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fic_adoption/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fic_adoption/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fic_adoption&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Spread the word, and adopt a fic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Posted with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='devildoll' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://devildoll.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://devildoll.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;devildoll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s permission</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:375745</id>
    <author>
      <name>Devil Doll</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="devildoll"/>
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    <title>Webhost Upgrades</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T16:58:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T16:58:45Z</updated>
    <category term="site maintenance"/>
    <content type="html">Our webhost is doing some upgrading. You will probably experience occasional problems accessing XMMFF and WRFA over the next few days (and may have noticed some already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they are switching us to a newer version of PHP. Last time, this broke the archives, so you may get error messages until we figure out how to fix them. (But let's all cross our fingers that they don't break at all.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:375522</id>
    <author>
      <name>Mur</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="little_murmurs"/>
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    <title>{fic} Five Ways Jubilee Lost</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T13:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T14:30:21Z</updated>
    <category term="jubilee"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Five Ways Jubilee Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Mur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; X-Men Movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuity:&lt;/b&gt; Pre and post movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; gen, implied background pairings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 2300 approx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N:&lt;/b&gt; Innumerable thanks to the lovely &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='zomgitskristin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zomgitskristin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://zomgitskristin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zomgitskristin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who wrestles womanfully with my love affair with the semi-colon, and  pointed me towards a little clarity in this fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Success can be measured in momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://little-murmurs.livejournal.com/31678.html#cutid1"&gt;Five Ways Jubilee Lost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:375125</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
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    <title>Days of Becoming, Chapter 21</title>
    <published>2008-05-31T23:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-31T23:09:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Days of Becoming, Chapter 21 - “Liberty Spikes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Talktooloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Verse: &lt;/b&gt;X-Men movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Graphic violence, swearing, sexual imaginings, implications that casual drug use isn't the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betas: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lux_apollo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lux_apollo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mofic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mofic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://mofic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mofic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So many transformations, especially for Lux who read the earliest draft. Thanks for all the input on all the endings and for helping me work out the logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Marvel and 20th Century own the X-Men but we make them share, like the good kindergarten teachers we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This novel focuses mainly on the paths Iceman and Pyro take on their way to adulthood and how they discover and deal with their love for each other. It is a novel about what Joni Mitchell calls "the dream's malfunction" and how we can learn to make our own dreams when our heroes fail us. Other X characters (including ones from comicverse and elsewhere) and OC's play prominent roles and the action begins before X1, continues through the events of X2 and X3 and concludes in the aftermath of that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously in Days of Becoming:&lt;/b&gt; THE OCs HAVE TAKEN OVER THE ASYLUM. Mike Haddad (who is not a mutant, but has become a highly politicized punk rocker) and his mutant girlfriend, Jubilee, have been working to include mutant students in their school's Christmas dance. They are attempting to keep this a secret from Mike's parents who want him to be a good boy and get into med school. Unbeknownst to Jubilee, Mike has been warned by the anti-mutant group, The Friends of Humanity, to withdraw the invitation to mutant students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Please use the comments link at the end of the chapter to bring you back here or drop me email to talktooloose CAT toothdemon FRAUGHT net. That oughta fool the spambots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/chapter21.html"&gt;Here's the chapter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/"&gt;Here's the DOB homepage for earlier chapters!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:375037</id>
    <author>
      <name>Cyndra Rae</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="cyndrarae"/>
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    <title>Fic: The Sweet Kindness of Strangers (gen)</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T22:23:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T22:23:41Z</updated>
    <category term="scott"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title: The Sweet Kindness of Strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character/Pairing: &lt;/span&gt;Scott Summers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse: &lt;/span&gt;X-Men Movie mostly, canon + fanon  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt; PG (Gen)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;Early days snapshot. Scott Summers had a harrowing childhood until Professor Xavier took him in. But Charles was not the first person that Scott felt safe with (contains OFC).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/span&gt; Part of the snapshots!verse (rest of the stories in order can be found: &lt;a href="http://cyndrarae.livejournal.com/2392.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Mild warnings for language. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theme: &lt;/span&gt;Alpha#37 Sweet for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='x_men100' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/x_men100/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/x_men100/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_men100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;I own absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word Count:&lt;/span&gt; 2056&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://cyndrarae.livejournal.com/65522.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Hank! Get that foolish boy out of here!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:374768</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
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    <title>Days of Becoming: Chapter 20</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T21:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T21:08:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Days of Becoming, Chapter 20 - “Friends Like These, Part 2”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Talktooloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Verse: &lt;/b&gt;X-Men movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Swearing, sexual talk, not following the damn agenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lux_apollo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lux_apollo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for making room for this fic in your busy life. And thanks for a bear in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Marvel and 20th Century own the X-Men but we make them share, like the good kindergarten teachers we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This novel focuses mainly on the paths Iceman and Pyro take on their way to adulthood and how they discover and deal with their love for each other. It is a novel about what Joni Mitchell calls "the dream's malfunction" and how we can learn to make our own dreams when our heroes fail us. Other X characters (including ones from comicverse and elsewhere) and OC's play prominent roles and the action begins before X1, continues through the events of X2 and X3 and concludes in the aftermath of that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously in Days of Becoming:&lt;/b&gt; Andi Murakami abandoned the original direction of her psychology PhD and began studying the lives of mutant youth with Charles Xavier as her advisor. The Professor also became John's writing teacher, much to Bobby's delight. He began to believe that John was at the mansion to stay and was on a good life path. Meanwhile in Boston, Mike was determined not to let his parents stop him in joining the battle for mutant rights. Together with Jubilee, he set in motion a plan to invite mutant students to their high school's upcoming Christmas dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Please use the comments link at the end of the chapter to bring you back here or drop me email to talktooloose CAT toothdemon FRAUGHT net. That oughta fool the spambots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/chapter20.html"&gt;Here's the chapter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/"&gt;Here's the DOB homepage for earlier chapters!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:374397</id>
    <author>
      <name>ridesandruns</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ridesandruns"/>
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    <title>New fic: Osmosis</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T17:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T19:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Osmosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; T for profanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Logan, Rogue, Jubilee, Darwin the Beagle, Lola the Siamese Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Logan and Rogue discuss danger, duty and cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;All standard disclaimers apply. I own Lola and Darwin and no one else. I make no money off ’em, and I don’t acknowledge X3. Many thanks and virtual beagles to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='rachel_martin64' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rachel-martin64.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://rachel-martin64.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel_martin64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ridesandruns&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like this, Marie,” Logan said again, scowling and flexing his hands as if to pop the claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re overreacting, sugar,” Rogue said soothingly. “It’s nowhere near as dangerous as you think, and besides, I can take care of myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan snorted. “Right. If Summers had a brain in his head, he woulda assigned me. I got the healing factor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue rolled her eyes. “Get real, Logan. You know full well Mr. Summers isn’t gonna let you baby-sit his cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well, watch it, Marie,” Logan growled. He lowered himself onto the rec room couch, Darwin the beagle jumping up to join him. “That bitch’ll rip your face off if you let your guard down. I know her kind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin whined and gazed at Rogue worriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you listen to them, Lola,” Rogue said, gingerly stroking the Siamese cat curled in her lap. “I know you won’t hurt me. As long as I don’t do anything you don’t like, that is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Better watch it,” Logan warned the Siamese, who gazed back with a look of serene contempt. “You bite or scratch Marie, and I don’t give a shit whose cat you are – you’re gettin’ turned into jerky for the mutt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quit it, Logan,” Rogue scolded, petting the cat’s head and getting a regal purr in return. “Be nice to Lola! Can’t you see how sad she is? She’s missin’ Mr. Summers something awful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan snorted. “She ain’t sad. She’s &lt;i&gt;pissed.&lt;/i&gt; She’s pissed that Scooter took off with Jeannie for the weekend. And who does she blame? Not the Boy Wonder – she fucking blames &lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;  Little bitch sat outside my door screaming her head off all fucking night long.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was sad, Logan!” Rogue insisted as the cat yawned hugely and settled down to nap. “She was lonely! She was sad that you were snuggling with Darwin and leaving her all alone!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re outta your mind, kid,” Logan said as Darwin nudged his arm to be petted. “First of all, I wasn’t &lt;i&gt;snuggling&lt;/i&gt; with the mutt,” he said, stroking the beagle’s ears as the dog climbed onto his lap. “I don’t fucking &lt;i&gt;snuggle.&lt;/i&gt; I don’t get all fucking mushy about the goddamn &lt;i&gt;animals,&lt;/i&gt;” he said as Darwin rolled over to get his belly rubbed. “Second of all, that goddamn cat didn’t want company – she just wanted to make sure I got no fucking sleep all fucking night. Scooter’s gonna pay for this shit when he gets home, lemme tell you. He’s got some nerve letting that goddamn cat wander around loose. She oughta be with Tweety, getting’ baby-sat. If he wasn’t such a fucking wuss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Worthington can’t pet-sit any more,” Jubilee announced, bounding into the room. “He, like, has panic attacks when he’s alone with the cat. Ever since the last time he took care of her and she stalked him. Now, he, like, hyperventilates and his feathers fall out. It’s sorta cool and gross at the same time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He &lt;i&gt;molts&lt;/i&gt;?” Rogue said. “Because of &lt;i&gt;Lola&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chica, all I know is Siryn came into the kitchen and saw Lola playing with a mess of Angel-sized feathers and chewing on them, and, she, like, totally jumped to conclusions – how lame, y’know? Like, she should totally get her facts straight, y’know? – and she started screaming and you would not &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; how much glass there is in this house and how much time it takes to sweep it all up, y’know? And then Lola was all pissed, I dunno, I think it gave her a headache or something, and she blamed Dr. Grey and pissed somewhere – like, that cat is so, whattyacall it, &lt;i&gt;literal&lt;/i&gt; – and &lt;i&gt;Dr. Grey&lt;/i&gt; was all pissed and at least &lt;i&gt;she’s&lt;/i&gt; not all literal because &lt;i&gt;God, &lt;/i&gt; wouldn’t that be gross if &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; started – ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, the healing factor don’t mean I can’t get headaches, kid,” Logan said, rubbing his forehead. “That fucking cat’s nonstop trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lola’s not that bad,” Rogue insisted. “She’s just high-maintenance. Sorta like the Blackbird. And you know how Mr. Summers feels about the jet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan snorted. “Don’t get me started with that fucking hunk of junk, or that fucking cat,” he said darkly. “They’re trouble on their own, and they’re fucking worse together. Last week I go into the hangar, and I shove the little bitch outta the pilot’s seat so I can sit down and talk to the Boy Wonder while he messes with his precious deathtrap, and the goddamn cat starts screeching like she’s been dunked in fucking lava.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, she doesn’t like to be disturbed when she’s alone with Mr. Summers,” Rogue said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I try to throw her off the fucking plane, and wouldn’t you know the little bitch whips around and bites the shit outta my thumb.” Logan indignantly examined his hand. “Fucking hurt like hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude!” Jubilee cried. “I totally heard all about that! Well, not the cat part, but, like, the other part. Mr. Summers totally told me you suck your thumb when you’re the on jet! I, like, couldn’t believe it, and, I’m just sayin’ – nobody else I told could believe it, either. I mean, like, &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt; of them,  and we’re talking, like, &lt;i&gt;the whole school,&lt;/i&gt; plus these kids from some other schools in Westchester and my friends on MySpace – ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus fucking Christ,” Logan said, outraged. "I'm gonna pound that fucking tightass until he screams like a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say stuff like that around Jubilee, sugar,” Rogue murmured. “That's how other rumors get started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m gonna fucking kill Summers,” Logan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, don’t get all &lt;i&gt;pissy,&lt;/i&gt; Wolvie,” Jubilee said huffily. “I can totally fix this, y’know. I’ll just make sure everyone know that you weren’t sucking your thumb ’cause you were scared – you were sucking your thumb ’cause the cat beat you up. Anyone who knows Lola will, like, totally understand.  And if they don’t, well, it’s not like they’re gonna call you a wuss to your &lt;i&gt;face,&lt;/i&gt; y’know? But it probably would sound better if her name was something scary like &lt;i&gt;Killer&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Tiger,&lt;/i&gt; y’know? I mean, it just doesn’t sound good, y’know? ‘Oh, &lt;i&gt;Wolverine&lt;/i&gt; got his ass kicked by &lt;i&gt;Lola.&lt;/i&gt;’ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That goddamn cat did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; ‘kick my ass,’” Logan said through clenched teeth. “I swear I’m gonna kill Summers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Wolvie, stop going all drama queen on us,” Jubilee said disdainfully. “We, like, totally can tell you miss him. It’s sorta cute. It’s like Darwin when he couldn’t find his toy frog that time. You sit there and get all piney.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Piney&lt;/i&gt;?” Logan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, you sit there and you pine. Every time Mr. Summers goes away. I think it’s totally adorable. Even if Dr. Grey says it gives her the creeps and Mr. Summers says he doesn’t want to share a locker room with you any more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gonna fucking kill Summers,” Logan said once more. “And his candyass cat, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Geez, Wolvie, it’s not enough you obsess over Scott’s ass?” Jubilee said. “You, like, gotta obsess over his cat’s ass, too? No wonder Dr. Grey says it’s creepy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not fucking obsessed with that tight—with that fucking freak,” Logan snarled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you totally listen to everything Mr. Summers says,” Jubilee pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s so I can tell that skinny freak he’s a freak,” Logan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Logan, she’s right,” Rogue said. “You’re much better at following the rules than you used to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not!” Logan snapped. “I don’t pay any attention to what that – ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s like you don’t want Mr. Summers to be mad at you,” Rogue said. “And it is sorta sweet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s totally sweet,” Jubilee added. “Especially since everyone knows Mr. Summers is totally in love with Dr. Grey. No wonder you’re all piney!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not fucking &lt;i&gt;piney&lt;/i&gt;!” Logan snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t stolen one of his cars in ages,” Rogue pointed out. “Not even that new red one that he won’t let Darwin in ’cause of the dog hair. You follow all the Danger Room rules, too. I heard Mr. Summers talking about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really cute!” Jubilee cried. “Next thing you know, you’ll start &lt;i&gt;dressing&lt;/i&gt; like him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now just a fucking minute – ” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For Christmas we could get them the same thing in different colors,” Rogue told Jubilee. “Maybe one of those Mr. Rogers cardigans.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Cardigans&lt;/i&gt;?” Logan said. “I don’t fucking wear – ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, that’s good, chica!” Jubilee cried. “And, like, before you know it, when a new kid comes to the school, we’ll have to be like, ‘And Mr. Logan is the one who &lt;i&gt;doesn’t&lt;/i&gt; wear glasses.’ ’Cause otherwise, y’know, people will be like, totally getting them mixed up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin leapt to the floor as Logan leapt to his feet. “Now that’s fucking &lt;i&gt;enough,&lt;/i&gt; you hear me?” he bellowed. “I ain’t fucking &lt;i&gt;piney, &lt;/i&gt; I don’t follow fucking &lt;i&gt;rules,&lt;/i&gt; and I sure as shit don’t wear fucking &lt;i&gt;cardigans&lt;/i&gt;! Now me and the mutt are gonna take Junior’s new fucking car, and we’re gonna do whatever the hell we want!” He stormed off toward the garage, trailed by an excitedly barking beagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls sat motionless and gazed at each other in stunned silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe it,” Rogue said finally. “It worked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilee cackled. “Told you. He’ll be gone for hours, chica. Which means we so totally can take his truck and get to the mall. And when Mr. Summers gets back tomorrow, we can totally look him the eye – well, sorta, with his glasses and all – and be all, ‘We followed the rules, Mr. Summers. We didn’t drive any school vehicles.’ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a genius, Jubes,” Rogue said admiringly. “You got this all worked out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilee shrugged. “Hey, chica – you hang with Cyclops, you learn strategy. By whattayacall it – mitosis.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Osmosis,” Rogue said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like, whatever, chica. Ditch that cat – carefully – and let’s go test what the professor told us in physics. About &lt;i&gt;velocity&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:374060</id>
    <author>
      <name>bewize</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wizefics"/>
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    <title>X-men Comment Fic Prompts!</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T16:50:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T16:50:05Z</updated>
    <category term="other"/>
    <content type="html">Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to spam ya'll, but I thought some of you might have missed the Comment Ficcing going on Friday, but might still want to play. I'm linking the X-men prompts here, in case anyone feels up to a challenge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't up to responding to a prompt, take a peek at some of the responses already done. There are some really good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=252243#t252243"&gt;X-men, Scott, scotch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=252755#t252755"&gt;X-men: Rogue/Kitty, footrub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=252755#t252755"&gt;X-men: Rogue/Kitty, Dance Dance Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=256339#t256339"&gt;Marvel, Rogue, happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=278099#t278099"&gt;X-Men, Bobby/Kitty, crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=278099#t278099"&gt;X-Men, Bobby, fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=278867#t278867"&gt;marvel rogue underwater caves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html?thread=278867#t278867"&gt;marvel wolverine desert&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:373872</id>
    <author>
      <name>Ranitagoyle</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ranitagoyle"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xmmff/373872.html"/>
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    <title>New Vid! Far Away (Wolverine/Rogue)</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T04:12:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T04:12:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is my second Wolverine and Rogue vid! I hope that everyone enjoys it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVtV_4JZsNk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVtV_4JZsNk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what y'all think!</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:373720</id>
    <author>
      <name>bewize</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wizefics"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xmmff/373720.html"/>
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    <title>Multifandom Comment Fic Meme!</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T16:49:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T16:49:14Z</updated>
    <category term="other"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://wizefics.livejournal.com/100947.html"&gt;Come and play!&lt;/a&gt;  Drop a prompt, fill a prompt.  The more the merrier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few X-Men prompts already, but we could use more.  Many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mods, sorry if this isn't allowed.  Just posted for fun. Please delete if necessary and accept my humble apologies.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:373213</id>
    <author>
      <name>Bleeding Flames</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bloodnfire"/>
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    <title>Only Comfort, Calling Late - Bobby/John</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T13:16:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T13:19:16Z</updated>
    <category term="bobby"/>
    <category term="bobby/john"/>
    <category term="john"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Only Comfort, Calling Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bloodnfire' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bloodnfire.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bloodnfire.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloodnfire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Swearing and sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Two years after X3 John recieves a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Many thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='inootz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://inootz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://inootz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;inootz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for looking over this for me :) Title and quote from Every You Every Me by Placebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloodnfire.livejournal.com/55745.html#cutid1"&gt;It's only comfort, calling late&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:372934</id>
    <author>
      <name>ADD Salamander</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="talktooloose"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xmmff/372934.html"/>
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    <title>Days of Becoming, Chapter 19</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T22:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T22:28:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Days of Becoming, Chapter 19 - “Friends Like These, Part 1”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Talktooloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Verse:&lt;/b&gt; X-Men movieverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Explicit sex, swearing, over-earnest hardcore, bondage, abuse of Classical literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betas:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mofic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mofic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://mofic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mofic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lux_apollo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://lux-apollo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lux_apollo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for making me a little less fucked up than I'd otherwise be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Marvel and 20th Century own this stuff but they fuck up everything. Like what's with this Young X-Men crap? And why isn't Josh Holloway going to play Gambit in the Wolvie movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This novel focusses mainly on the paths Iceman and Pyro take on their way to adulthood and how they discover and deal with their love for each other. It is a novel about what Joni Mitchell calls "the dream's malfunction" and how we can learn to make our own dreams when our heroes fail us. Other X characters (including ones from comicverse and elsewhere) and OC's play prominent roles and the action begins before X1, continues through the events of X2 and X3 and concludes in the aftermath of that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously in &lt;i&gt;Days of Becoming:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; On Halloween night, John Allerdyce arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters where he began a passionate but clandestine relationship with Bobby Drake. John also found a writing mentor in Charles Xavier who once aspired to be a poet himself, before mutant concerns took over his life. While Bobby worked with the visiting mutant engineer, Forge, John visited the med-lab where Jean Grey tested him for any STIs he might have acquired in his brief time as hustler. After their appointment, he spent time with the comatose Jones whose condition had the staff baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Please use the comments link at the end of the chapter to bring you back here or drop me email to talktooloose CAT toothdemon FRAUGHT net. That oughta fool the spambots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/chapter19.html"&gt;Here's the chapter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothdemon.net/ttl/fanfic/dob/"&gt;Here's the DOB homepage for earlier chapters!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xmmff:372485</id>
    <author>
      <name>Thought</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="thought_goddess"/>
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    <title>Seven On a Scale From Dead to Breathing (by) Thought, PG</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T17:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T17:52:21Z</updated>
    <category term="storm"/>
    <category term="scott"/>
    <category term="gambit"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Seven on a Scale From Dead to Breathing&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are not mine. Title (c) The Dresden Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Post X2. Scott and Ororo crash the jet. Every emotional wound that Scott has incurred ever is ripped open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thought-goddess.livejournal.com/194257.html#cutid1"&gt;click upon the fake cut&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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