[ SECRET POST #2990 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2990 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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(Transformers Prime)


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(Transformers Prime)


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08.
[Wish / Clamp / Manga in this artstyle in general]


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09.
[Terry Pratchett]


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10.
[STRAIN: Strategic Armored Infantry]


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11.
[CSI Cyber]


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12.
[POTC & One Piece]


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13.
[Marvel Comics' Black Widow]


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14.
[James Corden, new host of the LATE LATE SHOW (and for DOCTOR WHO)]


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15.
[Harry Potter]


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16.
[Fallen London]









Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 017 secrets from Secret Submission Post #427.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 1 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

Re: RIP Sir Pterry

[tabaqui]

This poem....jayzus.
http://www.reddit.com/r/books/comments/2ysvzb/terry_pratchett_has_died_megathread/cpcp6bg

The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades -
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.

A stony circle's closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet 'Ook' is heard.

A copper steps the city-street
On paths he's often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.

He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head -
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: 'I aten't dead.'

The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It's now. The time's at hand.
For where it's always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.

And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone...
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.

Re: RIP Sir Pterry

[(Anonymous)]

Oh Gods...