For any other Vancouver and area followers of the page who might not know, this is happening this weekend at The Rio! Double Feature, Labyrinth and Neverending Story :) ( FYLabyrinth edit: I wanna go!! :( both movies are amazing. )

For any other Vancouver and area followers of the page who might not know, this is happening this weekend at The Rio! Double Feature, Labyrinth and Neverending Story :)

( FYLabyrinth edit: I wanna go!! :( both movies are amazing. )

Just so you all know we have surpassed 5,500 followers. That’s a big deal.

I think to celebrate I want to have a liveblog labyrinth party in a month or so. If you have the DVD or Netflix (I don’t have Netflix, but I think it’s on there) we can pick a time to start watching and liveblog together! Or get a chat room together. I’m going to abstain from a stream of the movie like we have done in the past, but wouldn’t it be fun?


Hey guys! We have another fic search over here, and as I’m not very active in the FF world currently, I’ve never read anything like this myself. Any help for our dear friend?

looking for a fic….

Hello! I’ve been searching for the past few weeks for a fic I read a few years ago. It involves Jareth casting out a thread into the world in search of the person he is meant to be with. Sarah finds the end and follows the strand back to him. Both are surprised.

Does this ring a bell for anyone?

Also, for the record, it is not the story titled Red Thread.

Thanks!

RileyStark
kiarajareth
OtoriReka
Ratgirlstudios
Pika-la-Cynique

Fanfic rec

New fanfic you should read: Eulogy, from the same author writing another amazing story called Fledgling. Here’s the opening:

"When I was ten, I broke my arm falling from a window. Doc Bridges said I was a lucky bastard. Well, he didn’t say those words, because I was a kid, but you could see it in his eyes. Doc Bridges had been a Marine during the Fall of Saigon, which resulted in the largest helicopter evacuation in history. The guy had seen some wild shit. So when he sternly told me, “You are one amazingly lucky young man", I knew he was just being professional. What he meant to say was: You are one lucky little sonofabitch. I’d fallen from the third floor of the Taylor House, an abandoned colonial mansion on the edge of town. Nobody had lived in the place for seventy years, not since the last tenant hanged himself in a closet after losing everything in the Crash of ‘29. Since then, part of the roof had caved in, and in the 1960’s an unknown arsonist destroyed the barn in a fire."

It gets stranger from there. What starts off sounding like an innocent children’s prank rapidly turns chilling and vaguely threatening, like something dreadful’s about to happen but you’re not sure what. One of the better story openings I’ve read. Read more here.