FIC!

[soapbox_queen]

Title: Taste Of Blood On Your Tongue
Summary:"Then, he laughs, because the idea of ever showing these to Tom is insane. Here it is, the apocalypse according to Jonathan Jacob Walker." Pretty much the end of the world."
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank yous to for the prompt, and to , ,, and for beta-ing and hand-holding.

Comments

[two_grey_rooms]

I'm still rather patrial to "Bamba Claat."

*FIRST COMMENT MAMBA*

Also, this fic? HI, you already got my thinky/gushy/nitpicky critique, so for now, you get:

♥ ♥ ♥

SIGN MY FACE PLS

[secrethitmen]

Just reread it and STILL LOVE YOU EPIC AMOUNTS, BB, OKAY? OKAY. BEST POSSIBLE USE OF THIS IDEA FOREVER.

[escherzo]

STILL AMAZING TBH. Seriously, love.

[sinuous_curve]

You posted it!

\O/

i swear, if i was less ass exhausted I would leave so much better feedback, but rest assured that this is awesome and heartbreaking and lovely.

[soapbox_queen]

*hugs* Thanks, bb.

[chibigirl626]

Oh my gosh. I think the part that hit me the hardest was Mike's death. Because it wasn't major or epic, or even because of a bomb. It was a choice he made, to go out before the end, and that's always the hardest to understand. But, I really, really like this fic, and its epicness. <3