Change The Future {X-Men: Days of Future Past} by KurwandaLover, literature
Literature
Change The Future {X-Men: Days of Future Past}
(Third Person POV- 1973)
Logan, AKA: Wolverine, Hank, AKA: Beast, and Professor Charles Xavier were standing around a map of The Pentagon. Located in Washington, D.C. They were figuring out how to free him out of the high tech security facility inside.
And by him,
They meant Erik. AKA: Magneto.
"The room they're holding them in was built during the Second World War. When there was a shortage of Steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and no metal." Hank explained to Logan.
"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building in the planet." Charles explained.
"Why is he in there?" Logan asked. Charles looked at
Change The Future {X-Men: Days of Future Past} by KurwandaLover, literature
Literature
Change The Future {X-Men: Days of Future Past}
(Third Person POV- 1973)
Logan, AKA: Wolverine, Hank, AKA: Beast, and Professor Charles Xavier were standing around a map of The Pentagon. Located in Washington, D.C. They were figuring out how to free him out of the high tech security facility inside.
And by him,
They meant Erik. AKA: Magneto.
"The room they're holding them in was built during the Second World War. When there was a shortage of Steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and no metal." Hank explained to Logan.
"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building in the planet." Charles explained.
"Why is he in there?" Logan asked. Charles looked at
The One and Only TJ Wagner: Chapter 1 by Dead-Raccoons, literature
Literature
The One and Only TJ Wagner: Chapter 1
To all the young heroines who helped bring my interpretation of TJ to life – Laura, Mary, Carrie and Grace; Amy, Jo, Beth and Meg; Anne (with an “E”), Scout, Lyra, Sal, Winnie and Calpurnia.
And for Rebekah, of course. I wish much love to my little bat.
Xoxo,
Maria
Thank God It's Pho-Day
“So that’s basically my screenplay,” I say.
I am perched on the seat of my Uncle Logan’s Harley Davidson motorcycle, chattering on at his cowboy boots. His top half is under the Jeep Cherokee; he’s changing the oil. I’m supposed to be helping him. (At least that’s the ex