• Annabeth: "Knowledge" is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; "wisdom" is not putting it in a fruit salad.
  • Piper: That was deep.
  • Leo: "Philosophy" is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie.
  • Jason: That was deeper.
  • Percy: "Common sense" is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie, you nasties.
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(I wrote this story as my gift for the precious @omelialover. Happy Holidays to her, along with the entire Grey’s fandom, and all the people who continue to read my writing here. Thank you @fightuntilyoucan for organizing this exchange of creativity and fun. Writing this fic brought me happy tears and Christmas cheer. I wish the same for all of you.)

Sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes. It stings like tears. I wipe my face with the gloves that cover my hands. My thumb catches in the coils of this damn synthetic beard, and the fibers shift across my mouth. I feel Kepner’s glare from the other side of the room. Why did I let her rope me into this?

“I wrote a letter and asked you for an iPhone and a pony…” The girl in my lap is 7, maybe 8 years old. I pull the beard back into place. If she notices, she says nothing about it. She wants to believe. Her fingers cup my ear as she leans into my temple and whispers, “My daddy is sick. Can you make him better? I don’t need a phone or a pony.”

Her eyes are grey and serious, like the sky before it opens up into rain. The look cuts through me, and I feel exposed. Human. I clear a lump from my throat, “The doctors here are very good.” The words barely come.

She nods, unconvinced. I know it’s not my job to convince her. I can’t make everyone’s dreams come true, not even my own. I close my eyes and see the flame of a candle in the chapel. I recall the feeling of Amelia’s hand in mine. Still. I held her hand that day for 43 minutes – for as long as her baby had lived. I spread my fingers now and clench my fist around the air. I hold on. I can’t always make dreams come true, but I don’t have to let them go.

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Hi darlings ^^

It’s been a while! I’ve been gone for so long and even though I had my ninja moments here and there, I wasn’t really sure if I was coming back from my hiatus or not…

I’ve doubted for a long time whether making edits even made me happy anymore. Don’t get me wrong, EXO still gives me joy but for a long time I’ve been out of the kpop dimension hah, and trust me it’s hard to come back after hiding under a rock for so long hehe. I’ve missed out on so much!

But I’ve finally made the decision to get off my lazy ass *cough* I mean get out of my so called hiatus and spend more time with you guys ^^

I just need your help because now more than half of the people I knew either are gone or changed their URL or I can’t find the courage to talk to them again after so long…

So if you read this and wanna help me out, please introduce yourself to me again? :3

And for new followers… I look forward to meeting guys! ^^ feel free to introduce yourselves as well~!

(PS. Before I go… *Ahem* for people who might have known me but have no idea anymore of who I am. And for the newies…)

Hi I’m Khae ^^ I’m a Kris and Kyungsoo biased fool who does them no justice with my mediocre editing heh
I’m 24y and after living almost my whole life in the Netherlands, I moved in with mr.husband in Germany. (On a mission to make mr.husband a Kyungsoo stan ;3)

…uhh i think that’s about all there is to know about me hehe…


After being admitted into the hospital at around exactly 2:35 AM, Reagan spent most of her day asleep and drowning herself with pain pills that placed her to rest from the nurses. The pain she had within the center of her abdomen was excruciating from the stitches she had to receive. She had to be on bed rest for some time until she was almost fully recovered.  Nobody but Aaliyah sat beside her at the hospital— Reagan not wanting anybody else to see her in the condition that she was in. Her eyes remained low as her stab wound throbbed in pain that she could only manage for the time being.