When Eyes Meet: Prologue

AN: That sound you hear? Yeah that’s me. I am so freaking happy with how it turned out, it’s amazing. @royslittleharper will be posting the companion piece soon, so be on the look out. Without further ado, I present Katherine, Kit, Blair in her debut .


    Some days never seemed to end, and in Katherine Blair’s personal opinion, they were usually the sucky days. So, it seemed appropriate that the worst day of her life should go on for an eternity.

    She did her best to catch pieces of the condolence her parent’s downstairs neighbor was attempting to offer. But her attention was split between the three most important people in her life; the people who needed it most. And right now, only one of them was in sight.

    As quickly and politely as possible, she excused herself from the older woman’s grasp, and made her way over to the far side of the room. At seven years old, Natsume was her youngest brother, and by far the quietest. With an intelligence that far surpassed the rest of their family, the kid was already in middle school classes.

    Silently she slid down the wall to sit next to him, and a second later his hand was in hers. “Kit.”

    “Hmm?”

    “You’re not going to leave … are you? You’re staying here, right?”

    Kit sighs, they’d had this conversation no fewer than six times in the past four days, and everything she had read online, had told her it was completely normal. Natsume was feeling scared, abandoned, and unsure about the future; he needed the reassurance and it was up to Kit to give it.

    So, she did the only thing she could think of, she pulled the kid into her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Natsume had never been one for personal contact, he preferred his space, but when it came to Kit he had always wanted to be cuddled.

    Despite the age distance, they were the closest of the four siblings. When she had lived in Central City, her youngest brother had called at least three times a week for hour long conversations.

    “Seth still hasn’t come out.”

    Kit could only grunt a response. No amount of banging on the door, talking, or bribery had convinced the oldest of her younger siblings to come out. Personally she had considered it a victory that she’d convinced him to come to the funeral at all. She hadn’t been surprised when he had locked himself in his room the moment they had returned home.

    She’d deal with that later, she had other things to deal with at the moment. Like Great Aunt Muriel heading straight towards them. Immediately, Natsume turned in her arms and buried his head in her neck. Kit couldn’t blame the kid, she only wished her mother was still alive so that she could do the same.

    But she wasn’t. So, Kit tightened her arms around the munchkin, and prepared for war. Aunt Muriel, was technically Great-Aunt-Muriel. The woman was a bitter old biddy, who had been forced to raise her Kit’s father, when her grandmother had just vanished one day. She was controlling and mean, and despite all of that her father had loved the old woman. He had never been able to say no to her, which made it a good thing that her mother had.

    Aunt Muriel had hated their mother. First for her race, then for “stealing” her father, and finally for how her mother had acted. Kyoko Blair had been a free spirit. Every month her hair had been a new color or style, her nails were always done in some outrageous fashion, and she purposely kept her Japanese accent thick, just to annoy Great-Aunt-Muriel. Her mother had never left out the GREAT, specifically to remind the woman of her age.

    Kit had been a witness to several arguments over the years; from the different piercings, to the tattoos. Her mother had been a rebellious spirit, and the stark opposite of her father.

    Elliot Blair was the definition of a military man. He thrived on the order Aunt Muriel had brought him up in. He liked rules, and being on time. It’s what had made them such an odd couple. The one time he had refused Aunt Muriel had been when she’d demanded that he divorce her mother.

    Elliot had made it clear, Kyoko was there to stay. They were soulmates, their eyes proved it. What had followed were years of passive aggressive snipes and forced, fake politeness in front of her father. The man had gone to his grave thinking the two women actually got along. A true testament to just how much they both loved him.

    For years, Kit’s mother had been the wall standing between Muriel and her children. She had never let the woman get closer than the occasional visit. And Kit knew why. Muriel didn’t like her … or her sister for that matter. She saw them as replicas of their mother. Trouble waiting to brew. The boys however, she wanted the boys.

    Kit had already had one argument with the woman about custody. Thank God for her mother. Her mother had made sure the will had been iron clad; Kit retained custody of her siblings until they turned eighteen years old. They were to stay together, as a family. It was a huge blessing in the middle of an even bigger shit storm.

    “Katherine.”

    With a sigh, Kit forced her eyes up towards the woman, “Aunt Muriel.”

    “Why don’t I take little Nathan, so you can properly thank those who attended.”

    Kit scowled. Having four children had left her parents with a lot of room for names. And with two different heritages they had plenty of names to pick from. Her mother had named her and Seth surprisingly. She had chosen western names. When Kit had asked why, she’d simply shrugged and said, “I liked the names I liked.”

Her father had named the two youngest; Aki and Natsume. Aunt Muriel had thrown a fit right up until her father had declared that he had chosen the names. She’s sweetened right up after that, but had still tried to “westernize”  the names. She had called Natsume, Nathan and Aki, Abi.

The fight that had taken place between her mother and aunt was legendary. In fact Aunt Muriel had been banned from the apartment for six months after each incident. She hadn’t tried it again until now.

And the sheer fact that the woman was attempting to assert dominance right now, made Kit’s blood boil. Her parents hadn’t even been in the ground for an hour, and so far she’d questioned Kit’s ability to parent, host a funeral, and insulted half of her culture.

And to be completely honest she was done playing nice. She carefully nudged Natsume to the side before standing. “First of all, you bitter old biddy, his name is Natsume, and you damn well know it. My father, the man you raised, picked it, so RESPECT IT. Second of all, I’m fairly certain that everyone here understands that I’ve just buried my parents, but you. They also understand that my first priority is my siblings, which means if my brother needs a hug, I’m going to give him one.

I do not need you to hold him. I do not need your help picking out their clothes. I do not need your commentary on my parenting skills, because if you haven’t noticed my world is spinning right now, and all I want to do is cry, but I can’t! I can’t because I’ve got three kids depending on me. And before you start, yes …I realize I’m young. Yes I realize I’m only twenty-three. If I didn’t before, you’ve made it very clear over this past week, but I will figure this out because I am determined to keep this family together. So, butt out!”

    The look on Aunt Muriel’s face was nearly enough to justify the outburst. Then she saw they eyes on her and the embarrassment was quick to follow. Finally, Aunt Muriel’s face turned red and Kit was certain that she was in for an earful, when someone said, “Well you heard her. Time for you to go.”

    Kit’s eyes slid towards the voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. Anna Baily was a small woman, and stronger than an ox. She had a presence that demanded respect, and the woman had been the first one to offer help. She hadn’t said one negative word, had only offered a helping hand.

    “You heard her Ms. Blair. Time to go.” At the sound of Commissioner Gordon’s voice Kit let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

    Muriel said nothing as she simply turned on heel and left. A moment later Natusme’s hand was back in hers. Kit could only give a tentative smile as Anna and Commissioner Gordon approached.

    She offered her free hand to both of them before giving her thanks, “You have no idea how grateful I am right now.”

    Anna smiled, “From what your mother told me about that woman and what I just witnessed I have a fairly good idea.”

    “Katherine, on behalf of the entire GCPD I’m very sorry about the loss of your parents. You father was a damn good cop.”

    “Thank you Commissioner.”

    “If there’s anything I can do …”

     “I’ll let you know.”

    Jim Gordon simply nodded before walking away, and Anna Bailey captured her attention. “How’s Aki doing?”

    Kit shrugged, “Hard to tell. Aki’s been dramatic from birth, she’s in mourning but … it’s hard to tell.”

    “I hope you don’t mind but I brought Maia, I figured a friendly face would do her some good.”

    Kit watched the girl on the other side of the room. Maia Bailey was Aki’s best friend, and had been for some time. She put up well with the drama, and had some magic way of getting her sister to calm down during hysterical moments. And almost, if by magic Aki appeared. The eleven year old had followed Seth’s lead and locked herself in her room following the funeral. Unlike Seth, there had been loud sobs, and wailing from the other side of door.

    With a running leap, Kit watched as Aki threw herself onto her best friend, in a heap of tears. Narrowing her eyes, Kit focused in on Aki’s face to find mascara smudged across her cheeks.

    Kit could feel her eye start to twitch. Her parents had a no makeup rule until age thirteen. And Kit had made it clear that rule was still in place, when she’d found her younger sister rifling through her make-up earlier in the day.

    Too exhausted to investigate, Kit simply slumped a bit. “Dear,” Anna Bailey’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she focused on the woman again, “Have you had any luck finding a job yet?”

    Kit could only shrug, “Not yet, a few applications but it hasn’t been my main priority yet.”

    “And those applications are for where?” Kit just smiled. Of course Anna saw straight through her, “You’re a trained chef my dear, and I was hoping to hire you myself. And before you say anything this is not pity, this is me wanting the best. More often than not I have several guests over every night, and well, I like good food. I don’t want an answer right now, we’ll talk later. Just think about it, hmm.”

    Kit watched the woman head towards the food on the other side of the room before slumping back down against the wall. Natsume snuggled into her side a moment later. “We’re going to be okay, he says a moment later.”

    “So certain, are ya?”

    “Yep, I had a dream last night.”

    Kit smiled down at him, “About what?”

    “A bat, with eyes the same color as your left one.”

    “Is that so?”

    “I think it means you’ll find your soulmate soon.”

    More than once Kit had thought about the owner of the blue eye. She’d stared at it for hours when she was a child. She and her mother had spent hours dreaming up what her soulmate would be like. How they looked, how they talked and acted.

    Her favorite bedtime story had been her mother telling her about the first time she’d laid eyes on her father. She and her friends had been surrounded by military men at a local festival. They’d been making fun of the straight laced military uniforms when suddenly she locked eyes with a man across the way. Everyone else had disappeared, and she was suddenly staring into green eyes, that she had only seen in a mirror. The rest had been history.

    Kit let out a sigh, “Who needs a soulmate, when I’ve got you?”

    Natsume simply stared up at her, “I never said that you need him … but I think he needs you.”

    Kit wasn’t sure she could handle another person needing her. She had enough on her plate as it was, and working out the dynamic of being a twenty-three single mother of three with being a soulmate was not something she wanted to try at the moment. So, for now, she just pulled her baby brother closer, and wished for the day to be over. 

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SEAYOUNG AND SEARAN PLAYING IN THEIR WOLF FORMS . YES FLUFF YES AND ND JUST SUN BATHING IN HER SERVAL OR CAT FORM WATCHING

This took a turn…..

The water felt incredible. Yoosung swam in the pool, using long and lazy strokes. He reached the far side of the pool, turned, and headed back towards MC who was curled on one of the cushioned lounge chairs.

He reached her and splashed water towards her. She shot up and hissed at him, starting to lick the areas of her fur where water had hit. Yoosung laughed. She was such a typical cat in her hatred of water. He splashed her again, unable to help himself.

She sprang away from the chair and slammed into his head, digging her claws in his scalp before flinging away, running into the house.

“Ouch!” Yoosung reached up and came away with blood on his fingers. He pouted, “That hurt MC!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t splash water on a cat Yoosung!” she yelled from inside the house. A few minutes later she was back out, in her bathing suit and jumped in the water, soaking Yoosung with her splash. He wiped his face, trying to clear his eyes of the water. MC popped back up out of the water and Yoosung started splashing her again, she yelped and slammed her hands into the water, scooping it up and throwing it towards Yoosung while keeping her head turned away from him. They were both laughing, enjoying the play when there were two more giant splashes that completely doused them and stunned them as the water displaced rushed back in, leaving them bobbing up and down in the tumult.

Saeyoung and Saeran, in their wolf forms, had dive bombed into the pool, tongues lolling. They began to howl playfully, dog paddling under the water.

Both Yoosung and MC pushed them away when they tried to get close enough to lick them.

“Ewe! Wet dog smell! Saeyoung! Do you know how hard it’s going to be to clean the pool now! You’re doing it. You and Saeran!

“Owwowwwooww.” Saeyoung howled. He climbed out of the pool using the stairs and shook himself to get as much water off his fur as he could. He sat and panted as Yoosung and MC swam a distance away. Saeran followed Saeyoung and also shook to dry himself. When he was done, he nipped at Saeyoung and jumped away.

Saeyoung followed, catching Saeran’s back left leg and snapping his jaw closed on it, tripping his brother, who fell face first into the grass. Saeyoung jumped over him and turned. He lowered the top half of his body, butt in the air, tail wagging. Saeran stood back up and sprang towards Saeyoung, who turned and ran away.

Saeran caught up to him and rammed into his side, sending Saeyoung sideways. He went with the motion, falling on his side, flipping around, and coming back up in a singular motion. He pawed at Saeran’s face. They both reared on their back legs, front paws on the other’s shoulders. It appeared as if they were dancing as they hopped around, nipping at each other.

MC and Yoosung watched their play with amusement.

“Do you think they will make good fathers?” Yoosung asked MC.

Startled by the question MC turned to Yoosung. “You thinking of having a baby?” she asked with a smirk.

Yoosung sighed and lay his head on his arm that held onto the side of the pool. “I’m just curious. They act like children themselves. Besides, Saeran and I aren’t even married.”

“And why is that? What is taking you two so long to make it ‘official’.” She inquired.

Yoosung shrugged, “I don’t really need a ceremony to tell me Saeran is my life mate. Plus, I’m just not sure how Saeran feels about it.”

“Would you say yes if he asked you?”

“Of course!” Yoosung smiled, his lavender eyes lighting up, completely negating his earlier assertion that a ceremony meant nothing to him.

MC smiled, moving to push Yoosung’s hair, plastered to his forehead, behind his ear. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Why don’t you ask him?” she suggested.

His eyes flung open, wide. “No, no, no, no, what if he said no??”

She leaned into his ear and whispered, “What if he says yes?” Yoosung’s already large eyes, widened even more and he blushed to the tips of his ears.

Werewolf AU

NASA spacecraft investigate clues in radiation belts

High above Earth, two giant rings of energetic particles trapped by the planet’s magnetic field create a dynamic and harsh environment that holds many mysteries – and can affect spacecraft traveling around Earth.

NASA’s Van Allen Probes act as space detectives, to help study the complex particle interactions that occur in these rings, known as the Van Allen radiation belts.

Recently, the spacecraft were in just the right place, at just the right time, to catch an event caused by the fallout of a geomagnetic storm as it happened.

They spotted a sudden rise in particles zooming in from the far side of the planet, improving our understanding of how particles travel in near-Earth space.

The two twin Van Allen Probe spacecraft orbit one behind the other, investigating clues in a way a single spacecraft never could.

On one typical day, as the first instrument traveled around Earth, it spotted nothing unusual, but the second, following just an hour later, observed an increase in oxygen particles speeding around Earth’s dayside – the side nearest the sun. Where did these particles come from?

How had they become so energized?

Scientists scoured the clues to figure out what was happening.

With the help of computer models, they deduced that the particles had originated on the night side of Earth before being energized and accelerated through interactions with Earth’s magnetic field.

As the particles journeyed around Earth, the lighter hydrogen particles were lost in collisions with the atmosphere, leaving an oxygen-rich plasma.

The findings were presented in a recent paper in Geophysical Review Letters.

The unique double observations of the Van Allen Probes help untangle the complex workings of Earth’s magnetic environment.

Such information has provided the very first view of these harsh belts from the inside – and it helps us better protect satellites and astronauts traveling through the region.


IMAGE….The twin Van Allen Probes orbit one behind the other, investigating clues in a way a single spacecraft never could. In this model, the trailing spacecraft saw an increase in injected oxygen particles (blue), which was unobserved by the first. The increase in particles was due to a geomagnetic storm front that moved across the path of the orbit after the first spacecraft passed. Credit NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center/Mike Henderson/Joy Ng, Producer

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Gladnis <3

“Gladnis.”

Gladio’s eyes flashed up to the far side of the room. “Huh? Did you say my name?”

“No, I said Gladnis.”

Gladio narrowed his eyes at the blond who was currently standing in the doorway of the small apartment, gazing at him and Ignis who were comfortably situated on the couch. The two exchanged glances as Prompto continued to stare at them.

“Right. Glad you know that word, Prompto.” Gladio responded gruffly, shifting his head from where it laid in Ignis’s lap while he flipped the next page of his book.

“Are you happy about something, Prompto?” Ignis asked, taking a sip from his mug as he fanned out the reports in his hand.

The blond let out a small chuckle and placed his hands on his hips. “No - I’m saying Glad-nis. As in Gladio and Ignis. That’s your ship name.”

Silence filled the room while Gladio exchanged an upside down glance with Ignis. The two blinked for a moment before Gladio furrowed his brow at the blond. “Um. Okay.”

“Our ship name?” Ignis asked, staring pointedly at the young man who was currently stifling his laughter with his hand.

“Yeah! Like - relationship. It’s cute - ‘cause it’s like - gladness and Gladnis - ya know?”

Again, the two continued to simply blink - slightly deadpan - at Prompto.

“Whelp - that’s that! Night!” And just as suddenly as he came, the blond vanished behind the door with a soft slam.

The two sat on the couch, blinking after the the vanished image of their companion.

“Well…alright, then.” Ignis said after a long pause, resuming his task of reviewing the council notes.

“Yeah…” Gladio hummed, his fingers playing with the page of the book - but a small smile came to his lips after a minute.

“Heh…it is kinda cute, though.”

He chuckled as Ignis allowed the papers to come down to softly whap his face.

Totally cute.


THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! :D :D :D :D :D GLAAADDDNIIIS FOROROOROEEEVVEVEVEVERRR!! I will seriously drown in Gladnis hell for the rest of my life - not even kidding.

*passes out*

All that glitters is not gold

Pairing: AJ Styles/You

Summary: You aren’t happy with how the company’s been treating you and you’re ready to leave. AJ however doesn’t want to see you go.

You lean against the top rope at the far side of the ring, just soaking in the empty arena and the bustling activity of the crew setting up. Thousands and thousands of empty seats stare back at you just waiting to be filled. A few more hours and they will be. There was a time when the thought of performing in front of such a crowd would have excited you, not so much these days.

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Little Witch Academia characters, a summary:
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Akko
  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Diana
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Lotte
  • Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: Sucy
  • The sinnamon roll: Shiny Chariot
Love, and who knows it

Fundamental truths of Sherlock: Sherlock loves John, and John loves Sherlock. That is simply true, and there is no counter argument. You can (if you like) get into the finer details about what kind of love and what it means, what specific desires it implies, but the fact of it (love, mutual) is not in question. So, within this narrative so far, does John know that Sherlock loves him? 

Is there any possible way that he doesn’t already know this? 

John has learned a lot about Sherlock’s feelings in the last year or so. There was the whole faked death situation (not good), but since then, Sherlock has both inadvertently and deliberately articulated his feelings about John to John. 

When John asked Sherlock to be his best man, John got a look into Sherlock’s inner workings: for all his ego, Sherlock had no idea that he was John’s best friend. Would anyone guess that Sherlock Holmes required that kind of explicit conversation to understand the nature of his most critical relationship? So what did Sherlock think had been going on on this time, John must have asked himself. I’m not sure he’d come up with an easy answer.

You could comfortably say, because of that profound misunderstanding, that it would be difficult for John to be certain that Sherlock loves him.  John has a lot of questions about Sherlock (99% of which are about his sexuality and romantic inclinations) that Sherlock has never answered.

But then there was that speech Sherlock wrote and delivered. And it was pretty clear from his speech that John is the greatest thing Sherlock’s ever seen, greater, even than crime solving and drugs. Sherlock expressed his love for John in that speech, so much so that John and the entire audience had a cry. Is it a surprise to him at that point? I think it is. Is the surprise that Sherlock feels these things at all, or is it that he was (finally) willing to say so, and that he said so in front of an audience? Or all these of those things? In any case, there it is: Sherlock loves you, John.

If, by some chance, Sherlock’s speech failed to communicate to John that Sherlock loves him, Sherlock goes ahead and makes the point it a few more times.

John most definitely sees the look on Sherlock’s face at his reception, post pregnancy deduction. That is the face of a man with a broken heart. Is there any way John doesn’t know what he’s seeing? I don’t think there is. He ducks away from it. He jokes his way out of it, badly. If there’s one moment where John has to unequivocally confront Sherlock’s feelings about him, that had to be it. And Sherlock walks away alone.

Sure: Sherlock lies to John about his fake heterosexual relationship with Janine just to watch jealous steam rise out of his ears, but it’s possible John was in no state to process that little tidbit as the passive aggressive bullshit it is. And sure: Sherlock comes back to life for love of John. But John doesn’t know that, only we know that. Sherlock then risks his life again and ends up in an ambulance with a cardiac arrest so he can unmask Mary because John is in danger. But John doesn’t know exactly why Sherlock did that, either. John wasn’t in Sherlock’s mind palace with us, so he won’t know those details.

But Sherlock’s more overt emotional demonstrations continue. He throws his life away by putting a bullet in the head of the guy threatening John’s future. Oh, but that was for Mary, I hear you saying. Well, okay. That sounds fake, but okay, I’ll give you that. Even if you say that’s for Mary, there’s yet another moment that’s pretty undeniable.

What do you think John is expecting Sherlock to say on the tarmac? I don’t know if John’s ready to hear it, but do you think it’s possible that he isn’t expecting a love confession in that moment?

Sherlock hasn’t said so in those precise three words to John before, but I’m pretty sure John already knows that Sherlock loves him.

Just thought this would be useful to consider as context. Who knows what might happen next.

the Russians and the Moon

(as told by my astronomy prof, and I don’t bother to fact check because it’s too fucking great). My people are assholes and I am so proud. 

so. the Moon has seas, those splashes of the darker basalt rock. and as we had no problems seeing them, they all have nice sounding Latin names, Sea of Tranquility, Ocean of Cries, etc. 

the far side of the Moon, however, we haven’t seen much of. and the general consensus of the International Astronomical Union was that if someone were to fly over, take pictures and discover another sea, it has to be named after a state of mind, following the pattern.

and so it happened, that in 1959 a Soviet probe was the first one to fly over, take pictures and discover exactly one sea on the far side. and what do they do? they name it Mare fucking Moscoviense. the Sea of Moscow. (and all the possible landmarks - after Soviet cosmonauts). 

this is the closest one can get to drawing a dick among the stars in real life.

of course, there is a scandal. the IAU gets together for a yearly conference in Paris or wherenot and tries to figure out how to live on. 

and their solution is the most elegant ‘now go fuck yourself with that dick’ I ever came across.

they decided to acknowledge Moscow as a state of mind.

so if you were ever looking for a scientific justification to say “I feel so moscow” you now have it.