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Primeval: Little Crop of Horrors Connor Temple was not having a good day. As someone who dealt with vicious creatures from the past and future on a regular basis, this was not a notion he entertained often. Ironically, the things that were making today so miserable had nothing to do with anomalies or the things that came out of them, but with ordinary, run-of-the-mill job stress. In just the past few hours he’d overslept, been late for work, and now accidentally spilled coffee on his computer keyboard. The computer screen froze up and shorted out, and Connor took out a sheet of paper to continue working on his spreadsheet of the past month’s anomalies, hoping no one would notice. “Let’s see, where was I . . . Bull-Styg, War-worm, Reptopanther, Future Slug, Jurassic Eye-Eater. . .” he muttered to himself, pausing when he heard someone walk into the room behind him. “Oh. Abby. It figures it’s you. I was just--” “No need to explain,” she said, glancing down at the soiled computer keyboard

The snow had descended like a white blanket over the Hogwarts grounds, but for some reason Hermione wasn't feeling in a particularly cheerful mood. Maybe it was all the new restrictions Professor Umbridge had placed on the school, or maybe it was simply the fact that, with winter break fast approaching, she would soon be cut off from the wizarding world and any news about the Death Eaters' activities. She had taken refuge in the only place she knew was guaranteed to make her happy-- the library. She seemed to be the only student there. Not surprising, of course-- everyone else was either in classes or spending time with their friends. So it came as a surprise for her to run into Luna Lovegood in the library. And it came as an even bigger surprise that Luna was carrying a large basket with something that smelled very sweet in it. "Luna? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked. "Oh, the usual," said Luna, in her usual absent-minded voice. "What's in the basket?" At that, Luna

The End of EvangeléMon Shinji was depressed. Not the kind of depressed he normally was, which entailed him being simply sad and bitter all the time. Now he genuinely felt like his mind was falling apart, and nothing he did or said to anyone would matter anymore. Not that anyone was actually trying to help him, though. When he voiced his concerns to Misato, she simply brushed them off, telling him that Giratina was “just a Pokémon.” Shinji, of course, didn’t see how that made it any better, since he already felt a close bond with his Pokémon as it was—closer than he felt with most people, as a matter of fact. Rei didn’t say much of anything at all. Mari, however, ended up hitting a particular sore spot when she congratulated him on how “awesome” and “epic” his defeat of Giratina was. This turned out to upset not only Shinji, but Marowak as well. “Marow wak waka waka! (How can you be so insensitive! Shinji felt terrible doing that, I’ll have you know!)” Unfortunately, Mari’s Pokémon were

Neon Genesis EvangeléMon Episode 21: My Mother, The Pokémon To say that things were going badly at NERV was an understatement. Actually, to say it was an understatement would be an even bigger understatement. Asuka had found out about Kaji’s death, and in a turn of events absolutely everyone could have predicted, did not take it well at all. It took two NERV agents just to find the abandoned apartment where she had hidden herself, and another two to stop her from slitting her own wrists in the bathtub. It took all four of them to convince her to come back to NERV. When Asuka finally returned to NERV, she didn’t talk to anyone. Even when people said hello to her, and expressed concern, she was silent. This was unfortunate for Shinji, who was looking for an appropriate way to tell Asuka what he had learned about Rei’s origins. He had run into her on the edge of the crater that Mewtwo’s Self-destruct had created, with Primeape at her side. As usual, she seemed to be in a particularly bad