day before race

Catching up: 

- My 10pg exegesis is due Monday IDC IDC IDC 

- I can finally talk about how (3 weeks ago) my priest made me think something was terrible was up, when I’m just being honored at the Diocesan Volunteer Banquet. Said he lives for the drama of it all…. My stress levels were an ultimate high, if he weren’t so outspoken about the craziness & injustice in America, I stg,  

- The jerk-dude who disrespects me at church (whom I’m pretty sure is a Nazi sympathizer) and always undermines my authority had to watch our priest give a highlight reel of my work in front of the entire parish. I’m not saying you reap what you sow, but…

- I don’t have any pre-race jitters, mainly because I ran it last year. Same course and everything. 

- Last year I went from the finish line to my shower to the parish hall so I could participate in Open House. Not this year. After having 30 people show up for the first RCIA meeting, I’m not in any hurry to recruit anyone, whosoever. Nope. 

- Free trials will be my ultimate downfall, I know it.

Ironman Puerto Rico 70.3

“I Trained for This”

For this race, time was out the window.  My first goal was to solely execute my race plan.  If I did that, my time would be minimized.  I’ve raced Eagleman 70.3 five times now.  Three times in the brutal heat I had to walk.  Not interested in doing that anymore.  This was about doing the right things on the swim and bike to set up the run.

My second goal was to kick the negativity out.  It always tries to creep in, especially when something doesn’t go right.  I had worked through the FeXY Mental Toughness training, and had seen how I had overcome in the past.

Pre-race

The day before the race my only exercise was a practice swim in the lagoon.  I heard the water temperature was in the high 70s.  It was beautiful.  Swim felt good.  Stroke and rotation felt good.  Everything felt good.

I ate my usual pre-race meals: big breakfast (pancakes!), moderate lunch (turkey wrap), and average dinner (Chicken Marsala).  Problem was, I don’t eat THAT much usually.  I was still full race morning.  I could only get half of my oatmeal down.  The couple other races I felt like that in the morning, the race did not go well.  No worries.  All my levels are topped off. 

I did a quick swim race morning to tell my body it was time to wake up, and was ready.  The worst part is always sitting and waiting for your wave.  A few sips of water and a Gu, and it was our turn.

 Swim

Of course the start was crowded, but it did thin out after a while.  I initially sighted every ten to make sure I wasn’t off course. Eventually moved to every 12. Don’t know how I got to that number, but I kept adjusting to make sure I on track.  I admit, I tried to draft as much as possible.  Tickled a few feet.  Pissed a few people off.  But I kept a good straight pace.

I was a little wide as usual to keep away from the chaos and not burn any matches.  Overall, the Garmin said I did 1.28 miles.  So I didn’t add too much on with my strategy.

The water was overall calm until we got to the bridge and the channel.  That’s where you felt the current pulling you.  Had to keep adjusting so I didn’t drift too far.  Did get a little off course, but corrected.

Felt good coming out of the water. 

36:23.  37th in division

T-1

From the water to transition is supposedly a run of 0.5 miles.  I don’t know how the pros do a 3 minute transition.  I was 5:54 using a steady jog.

Bike

The bike course is 12 miles out of San Juan.  Outside of the city it is two loops along the north coast, turning south inland.

The target was holding 175 watts on the course, doing a negative split on the second loop.

Once we were away from the stadium, it was time to settle in.  Problem was my power meter was not registering correctly.  I knew I was pushing some watts, but it was coming up at 114w.  I should have been over 200w going up a small hill. Yikes, that’s not good.  My first Garmin setting is set to 30 second power, time, and distance.  Second is set to 10 second power and normalized power. I need my power reading.

On mile four I decided to reset the Garmin while on the bike.  Calibrated.  No luck. Still in the low 100s.  Forget it.  You trained for this.  I moved on to going off of perceived effort.  Sling shotted about 100 people.  

What I liked about the bike is that is seemed to go fast.  You can break it down into segments, and it’s more manageable.

My original plan included four Bonk Breakers.  Coach S said I didn’t need so much.  Three would be fine.  I wasn’t hungry when I first got on the bike. Skipped eating then.  At the 45 minute mark I usually eat.  Stomach was still off. Not only was I not hungry, I felt full.  Forced half a bar in, and finished the other half between 1:15 and 1:30.

My plan also included drinking three bottles of Skratch, and one bottle of water from the course.  I was putting down a lot of fluids.  Every aide station I picked up a bottle, chugged and then poured the rest on me to cool down.  One station I put the bottle in my seat cage.  That idea ended when the bottle went flying on the rough road. Usually they go off the back. This one went straight down and got crushed in my wheel.  I started to freak thinking I bent a spoke.  Kept going. No negativity.

Could only get my second Bonk Breaker in.  Knew I was short calories.  Could not physically eat anything.  Stomach felt off.  No negativity.  Pushed it out.

When I finally got to the last aide station I wanted to put one of the water bottles in my reservoir. The volunteers didn’t have it together, and only had Gatorade. The sole guy with water was running to get more when I went by.  Fuck.  Keep going. No negativity.  

I knew I had about a half hour left.  Five minutes in and my last Skratch was gone.  Uh oh.  No hydration for 25 minutes?  You trained for this.  Cut the power back.  Try to conserve a little.  That lasted five minutes and I was smacking my lips.  That’s when I started searching for bottles.  I came up on a woman with a Hammer Nutrition kit.  She had two full water bottles on the back.  I asked her if I could borrow one in exchange for Mojitos after the race.  She was totally cool and gave me one.  Wasn’t water, but more likely a Hammer product.  Didn’t care. Drank the whole thing in 20 minutes.  That thirsty.

3 bottles of Skratch, 1 unknown bottle, 1 bottle of water.  Far more than the usual 3 bottles I would drink on the bike.  Worried for half a second about drinking too much.  Forget it.  My body can handle it.  I trained for this.  Only ate two of my three Bonk Breakers.  Still not hungry.  No negativity.

2:42:56 45th in division

T-2

Took a little longer than usual.  I had both bottles in my Fuel Belt filled with powder.  I wanted to avoid hot bottles, and planned on adding water as I went. Filled the first bottle with water, then hit the porta-potty.  Little dehydrated (even after five bottles on the bike).

4:10

Run

This run is hard. There are two heart breaking hills. The first is up Calle Norzagaray to El Morro, and then down to the San Juan Gate.  Tough elevation changes.  At the bottom after the San Juan Gate, the course goes along the edge of El Morro along the water.  You would think it’s cool, but that section is shielded from the wind.  The air is stagnant and the feral cats make it smell like manure. 

The course is two “out and backs”.  Mentally I was ready for this.  It was really four segments to conquer.  The first two segments were really about setting up the last two.  Keep the heart rate in check.  Execute the plan.

It was now hot.  This did not feel like 84 degrees at home. Tropical heat?  I knew the key here would be drinking.  Marathon pace would have led to a blow up. Kept to my Easy pace, with an eye on the last two segments.  Every aid station I chugged water at the first table and topped off one bottle. Last water table I poured on myself to cool down.  

Hit the first hill at Calle Norzagaray and decided it was speed walk day.  Who cares what I looked like.  Swing the arms, get up that hill.  No running.  Keep the heart rate in check.  

That was the plan. Operate in the 160s bpm zone. Take in water.  Speed walk up those hills.  Get running again after.  Repeat.  I had prior coaches tell me to never stop running.  You won’t get going again.  Forget that. I trained for this.  I knew I could get going again.

Eventually I got to the last segment and opened it up.  Thought about form. Relaxed. Leaned forward.  I had run 13.1 miles two weeks prior in 2:00 even. Factoring in the killer hills and aide stations, I’ve got this.  I’ve trained for it.

Can you find the hills and water stations?

2:10:56 (9:59 per mile)

Overall time: 5:40; 42nd in division; 373th overall (out of 1,483 total racing)

Am I happy with the results?  Hell yeah!  That’s one hard run.  Executed the plan and kept smiling.  Prepared to be bombarded with photos over the next week.

I’m baaaack! 😸👟👟Had 2 full weeks out with a virus (my health has sucked recently!). Despite some doubts next Sunday’s Half Marathon still on🏃🏻‍♀️💪🏼Did 14km/8.6 miles- half road, half trail. Was slow and tough but I persisted despite wanting to throw in the towel at 3km! Really pleased I managed a longish run before race day!
@fatmaninalittlesuit

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So there I was at the beach when @itskricky arrived taunting me with the gold stars she won the day before in our running race around the beach. It was too much for me so we had a rematch. As you can see from the pictures Kricky was the one eating sand. In fact it was all too much for her and her little lip wobbled.

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Interior of Dusty’s hangar.

By the way, what a great fan you lost, Rip.

Jungkook Vampire AU

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook Vampire AU: Part 4

Published: October 24th, 2016

Word Count: 1,837

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9


“What do you mean?” You asked quietly as your eyebrows furrowed at his confusing words. He looked up at you, only to look back down at his hands, clearly regretting his words.

“Nothing, y/n.” His voice was strained and you itched to ask more, but you thought better of it, not wanting to push him further for fear that he would lash out

Gradually, your conversation shifted to lighter topics and you both sat talking casually, learning small things about each other. You learned that his favorite weather was summer with a breeze and that his favorite number was one. Slowly, you two became more comfortable.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“An older brother. Junghyun.”

You smiled. “That must be nice. What were your holidays like?”

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled with laughter as your random question. “Just like everyone else’s I suppose. Nothing special, really.”

“And your childhood?” You suddenly asked. Jungkook looked up at you, his eyes becoming hard and your heart dropped at the sudden seriousness that had entered the conversation. “Sorry, you just seem so…” you searched for the right word, “enigmatic. Like you’re hiding something all the time and constantly closing a part of yourself off. I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories…” You trailed off

Jungkook sighed and turned away. “It’s fine.” You were about to let the topic drop when he continued, “Let’s just say I’ve had to constantly fight to be where I am now and I don’t easily give up something I’ve worked for, even if people fight me for it.”

“Are you still fighting for it? Your current position?” You asked, sensing this was still a sensitive topic.

Jungkook stared into your eyes. “Of course.”

You opened your mouth to respond when you heard a phone’s ringtone come from Jungkook. His eyes grew wide insurprise before he began patting his pockets, trying to find his phone. He finally did and pulled it out before putting it to his ear.

“Hello?”

Jungkook’s POV:

“Alright, Kook, we did as you asked,” Jimin’s voice sounded from the phone’s speaker and Jungkook jumped up, from his seat next to you, to his feet.

“What did you find?” Jungkook asked anxiously, vividly aware of you next to him as he tried to give vague responses.

“According to Seokjin, Yoongi found what he was looking for and I got onto Taehyung’s tail a bit late, but he seems to be a bit too happy with himself. I’d say he found the girl he was looking for, or at least where to find her. They just walked into Pire Café and Jin and I are here, trying to eavesdrop. They won’t see you if you walk in soon. Both of their backs are to the door.”

Your POV:

“I’ll be there soon, hyung.” Jungkook quickly hung up the phone and slid it into his back pocket before turning to you.

He looked at you, clearly nervous for some reason. “Y/n,” Your heart melted with the way he said your name and you mentally scolded yourself, “I need to go, now, but, please, be safe getting home; head straight back to your house and don’t take any back roads. Promise me.” You felt him grab your hands, clearly trying to express the weight of his words. His eyes stared into you as you gulped, remembering, vividly, those exact words leaving his mouth days before. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what would compel Jungkook to speak to you so caringly, so suddenly. You’d only met a few times, but you felt a sense of protectiveness coming on him, in waves, whenever he was around you.

“I promise,” you choked out, suddenly shaken by his serious words.

Jungkook nodded curtly before rushing away, through the park’s crowded sidewalks and across the city’s busy streets. You’d already looked away when he glanced back to look at you, his eyes full of worry.

A few minutes later, you stood up slowly from your seat and looked around, making sure you didn’t forget anything, before picking up your now empty coffee cup and beginning to walk through the park, looking for a trash can on your way out. You passed by a woman pushing a stroller and a couple holding hands, smiling at each other, and your heart warmed at the sight. You quickly found a trash can and threw your cup in.

The sounds of the city surrounded you quickly as you walked out of the haven of green that had muffled all sounds for the past half hour. You looked around at the myriad of cars and lights, and, for some reason, felt like you were waking up from a dream. Had Jungkook felt like this when he had left the park?

You shook you head, telling yourself that those thoughts were unnecessary, before beginning your short walk home.

You made your way safely across your first cross-walk, from the park to the next sidewalk, but as you stepped onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road, you unexpectedly felt eyes on the back of your head.

You turned around quickly and looked across the four lanes of traffic to see a boy with bright ginger hair looking at you. You blinked a few times before turning on your heel, startled, and continuing down the street to your apartment. You looked over your shoulder every once in a while, but saw no more of the boy with orange hair.

As you stepped through your front door, your head was spinning with confusion related to the ginger boy, Jungkook, and Jungkook’s phone call. You told yourself it was nothing, but the urgency in his voice before he had hung up had left you dazed.

You carefully locked your door and went to make yourself something to eat, trying to clear your mind.

Jungkook’s POV:

As Jungkook walked towards Pire Café, his mind was running at 100mph. What did Taehyung want with you? What had Yoongi been looking for and why? What was going to happen to you?

Jungkook stopped in front of the café and calmed himself before walking in, trying to seem casual. He looked around the dark red room momentarily before spotting Jimin and Seokjin and walking towards them. He spotted see Taehyungs blonde hair, in the booth behind them, on the way over and stiffened.

“You’re sure you found her?” Jungkook heard Yoongi say as he sat down next to Jimin and across from Seokjin.

“I already knew where she was, but now I have confirmation and security. Her neighbors were happy to talk to her new boyfriend about her,” Taehyung said arrogantly as he chuckled, clearly reveling in the fact that your neighbors now thought of him as your boyfriend. Jungkook could hear the boy’s smirk and he clenched his jaw.

“I’m just making sure, Taehyung. We can’t make slip-ups with high stakes like this. This is our only chance.”

Taehyung scoffed. “I’ve got it under control. Did you get what I told you to find?” Jungkook heard the rustling of a jacket and assumed that Yoongi had showed the object.

“Are you sure we need it? It’s a bit cruel,” Yoongi said quietly.

“It’s the best way to get the information we want.”

Jungkook’s stomach flipped and he stood up suddenly before walked out of the café. As soon as he was outside, he leaned against the buildings wall, trying to control his breathing. You were in serious danger.

“Explain, Jungkook,” Seokjin said as they sat in the same park that you had just vacated an hour or so ago. As soon as Jungkook had left the café, Seokjin had texted him and told him to meet them at the park. “What’s going on?”

Jungkook stared at the red drink in his hand, provided by Seokjin, before taking a big gulp. The thick liquid made its wade slowly down his throat before he began talking. “I’m sorry for the secrecy, but I needed information. As you probably gathered from their conversation, Yoongi and Taehyung have plans. Plans that I don’t think are good for anyone.”

Jimin and Seokjin sat staring at Jungkook, waiting for him to continue.

“A few days ago, while I was in Pire Café, a girl walked in.” Jimin’s mouth opened in accusation, but Seokjin put his hand on his shoulder, telling him silently to be quiet and listen. “Everyone in the café could tell she wasn’t like us. I don’t know how she got in. I told her to leave, but I think Taehyung was the most shaken up by her impossible appearance, like our secret could be revealed. He seems to think of her as a threat and now wants to do…something to her, as soon as possible.”

Seokjin’s eyes narrowed, “Why do you care what happens to her, Jungkook?”

Jungkook looked down. “I can’t put it into words, but my reflex is to do anything in my power to protect her, especially against Taehyung.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin said quietly, “this could ruin you. This could destroy everything you’ve worked for. You realize that, don’t you?”

Jungkook stared at his hyung and Jimin was suddenly scared by what he saw in the younger boys eyes: Anxiousness but also protectiveness.

Jungkook sighed and looking down at his half empty cup.

“I don’t care, hyung.”

Your POV:

You sat on your balcony, quietly examining the stars above you. Anyone close to you could confidently say one thing about you: you loved space. Your eyes scanned the sky, focusing on each star and giving them each its own attention. Sometimes you would name them with random letters and numbers, but other times you would name them with names of people close to you, tying two things, that you loved, together easily. Absent mindedly you named the one above the nearby cellular tower Jungkook.

A knock came from your front door and you jumped at the sudden sound. Your mind went to the strange boy with orange hair at the cross-walk and you shivered slightly. You slowly stood up and walked inside, placing your mug of hot chocolate on the counter, before walking to the front door, lamenting not having a peep hole.

“Who is it?” Your shaky voice called out.

“It’s Jungkook, y/n.” Your body relaxed at the familiar voice and you reached to open the door handle.

You swung open your door and remembered, suddenly, that you were dressed in your pajamas, composing of flannel pants, a hoodie, and a messy bun. Jungkook’s eyes scanned your outfit and crinkled with a smile. Your eyes traveled to his clothes as well: black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that fit his figure fantastically.  

“Why are you here, Jungkook?” You asked carefully as you slowly returned your gaze to the dark haired boy’s face.

Jungkook looked scared and…lost despite his smiling a few seconds ago. Your heart and eyes softened as you looked at him. He slowly lifted his eyes to yours.

“I need a place to stay, y/n.”

anonymous asked:

Indypac: Were you in it to race/win, or just to experience the event, do some vlogging etc? But you said you weren't there for that because you've already done that, and ofc you weren't racing to win, with all the stuff you were carrying? Was it just one big exercise in trolling? Nothing wrong with that, just keen for the truth. I'm a fan of yours but your last vid got me confused. Cheers buddy.

2 days before there race my knee and rib flared up pretty hard. I knew I wasn’t going to be racing it but hoped I could finish it by just riding easy at 250-300km per day.

After day 1 I knew I was going to do serious damage if I continued so I stopped at Meriddin and decided to document the race instead.

The Shade of it All (Shalaska) - Vixen

So this is my first Shalaska, idk if it was because I’m pmsing or what but I cried writing the end tbh. I hope you guys enjoy it, its angsty as fuck with no pay off but aye. I’m not really too happy with it tbh, I think it couldve been longer but awk well theres always next time. So aye, enjoy it, send me adoration and long reviews of love - your friendly neighbourhood Vixen

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Small Victories

Some competitive streaks are more satisfying than others. My take on Hiccup and Astrid’s wedding. Slightly lengthy, rather spicy, as promised. Enjoy! 

*note: I’m reposting this because it failed to show up in the tags the first time. Likes are lovely, but reblogs keep me going.


The late-afternoon sun was out one spring day, filtering through passing clouds and bathing the isle of Berk in golden light, breaking winter’s long spell and warming the air.

 It illuminated a village brimming with anticipation, of excited whispers and giggling shieldmaidens congregating outside the Meade Hall. The aroma of a feast could be caught wafting through the doors, reminding every Viking in the village of the day’s significance. Dragons flew in from every direction, landing in the periphery of the settlements and squeezing their way through the houses to the tallest hill, towards the large open space to the left of the Hall. It already teeming with people, all sharing knowing smiles and open arms to embrace what would symbolize a new beginning; a bright spot against the darkness of late.

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greenpeaceofass  asked:

hello Stiefvater. I, like many of your literature car nerd followers, am very curious as to what happened to the evo? It's usually only Volkswagens that spontaneously ignite, so this raises some questions. hope it gets fixed soon!

Dear greenpeaceofass,

This is a very long story. This is a long story about fire. It begins months ago when I decided to sell the Datsun that I hated and use the proceeds to put a new engine and turbo in my Evo, and was then challenged to a race with John Green via Twitter. Everything was going well. A man who called himself the Manski put in the engine and turbo, and then a man who called himself Greg was supposed to tune it. The tuning did not go well, and it took a very long time, and instead of getting the car a month before the race, I got it two days before I had to leave Virginia for Minneapolis (via my event in Nashville).

Things went pear-shaped nearly immediately. 

Cue multiple calls and texts exchanged with my shop back home, stops at auto parts places along the way, and hasty decisions about whether or not the car would be race-able in three days. Go on, they told me. Go on.

But by the time I got to Minneapolis, things seemed to be devolving under the hood. It was one day before the race. 

A reader picked me up from the shop and took me to NerdCon in time for my signing — we are now friends for life — while I waited for word about whether or not my car would survive for the race. The word on the street came back: yes, but you have no first gear or anything under 2,000 RPM. Don’t sit in traffic but you should be fine (for those car people following along at home, it was not the clutch, it was a problem with the VVT)(i.e. this is foreshadowing).

By the time I got to the race, the car was sounding pretty ill under 2,000 rpm but sounding pretty sick! over it, and so we proceeded.

I had not met @fishingboatproceeds in real life, and he wasn’t at all what I expected. I guess I thought he would be less of the human-shaped fear container that he said that he was on the internet. But no. He appeared to be a 6 foot manboy with a giant, curious mind strapped to a fallible and anxious brain. There was no bravery involved with me — I am devoid of fear — getting into a car for a race. There was a lot of bravery involved in John getting into a race car. He was clearly both simultaneously terrified and going to do it anyway.

Right before the race, he said, tenderly, “I hate you.”

We raced. There were to be two heats. In the first, John Green set his car on fire. 

I thought that this was the end of it, that he would never get back into the car (particularly as quite a few people, including his wife, were shouting DON’T DO IT JOHN), but he did. We raced. He won! Trophy! Excitement! Yay woo!

I was emboldened by my car failing to blow up to this point, so I decided I was really going to actually do this thing. No more playing around. I turned off my traction control so that my car’s ass would turn out nicely, and for the second heat, things proceeded slightly faster:

At one point, I slowed down to see if John was still anywhere on the track, as it had been so long since I saw his car anywhere behind me that I thought I’d missed a flag or that he had set his car on fire again. I had not missed a flag. He did, however, set his car on fire again. I proceeded into victory lane as they once again extinguished his car. 

KT, the track promoter, then danced out to my car and asked me if I would race again, this time against their compact class. “Why?” I asked. “Because you’re fast!” she replied. 

I did.

After I won, they invited me to come back to their track any old time … with a slower car. 

So everything was grand. John was still alive even though he’d set himself on fire, I was feeling pretty great because I heard readers talking about the Raven Cycle in the stands, everything had been tremendous fun, and my car was still alive. A++. Princeton Speedway, you guys were amazing. Readers, you were amazing. We raised nearly $3,000 for our charity, Driver’s Edge.

Then, after one day at NerdCon, I set off for home — a 17 hour drive. I made it to Indiana before getting pulled over. And I made it to Ohio before I caught on fire.

(for the car people following along at home: sudden loss in oil pressure. smoke! damn it)

Here is the guy named DJ who had been attentively watching me drive peacefully along the Ohio Turnpike and was thus able to pull over quickly and use water bottles to extinguish my car (he was traveling with a man named Victor. Or Viktor. I did not ask. Victor/Viktor said I had ‘a famous face’ so I am partial to him.)

Here is every warning code on my car lit up like a holiday decoration, if the holiday is one where you set cars on fire:

Here is a man named Scott putting my Evo on the back of a flat bed:

Here are the pieces of engine that a man named John gave me the next morning after I had spent the night alone in a Toledo, Ohio hotel room and rented a soulless car to take me the remaining 9 hours home.

Why? is the question everyone asks me. Why has your car caught on fire, why did John Green set his car on fire, why is everything fire? John’s car lit on fire because he operated both his brakes and his gas pedal at the same time, which is ill-advised. My car caught on fire because it was leaning out, which means that it was not getting enough fuel and when there is not enough fuel to burn, the gigantic engine decided instead to burn metal. This is also ill-advised.

Will it be okay? is the next question everyone asks. No. No, it will not be okay. It is traveling back on a flatbed and will almost certainly need to be rebuilt in a pretty conclusive and expensive way. Will I be okay? Yes. If I ended the story here, it would be a tragedy, but I’m going to choose to assume this is just a cliffhanger. The Manski has already promised a glorious epilogue. 

That was the long answer.

The short answer was:

FIRE

urs,

Stiefvater

hamelin-born  asked:

Prompt: Star Wars, Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padme. Dragon, Phoenix, and Unicorn.

Messing with ages, among other things. Because Reasons. This was not meant to become a full-fledged named AU. I did a lot of world-building with @lferion, who is awesome, and now have vague ideas through to the Clone Wars.

For this set of prompts.

The First Steps

AU: We Are Defiance
Word Count: 4124
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Qui-Gon Jinn, Artoo, Obi-Wan Kenobi; background Watto, Jar-Jar Binks, Sabé, Panaka

Crossposted: Dreamwidth, Livejournal


The air shimmers around her like heat rising off the sands, swirling and glittering red and gold in the corner of his eye, the phantom impression of wings and crest and tail that are gone when he looks directly at her. It’s like nothing he’s seen around offworlders before. He certainly doesn’t even see it around the man who Watto sends on his way without the parts they came for.

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Covered From Head To Toe, She Finished The Ironman

She did it! Shirin Gerami completed the Ironman World Championship in 13 hours and 11 minutes. “It was an absolutely beautiful race,” she says. “I was able to do one of the toughest endurance challenges in the world while being covered.”

She was at the seamstress the day before the race tinkering with pockets and flaps, and the outfits felt a little heavy during the race. But it’s a good starting point.

“In the future, I want these clothes to be accessible to everyone.” And, she says, she wants to improve as an athlete. How? “Faster, stronger.”

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taylr89  asked:

But what is happening with the blackmailer and the barons son?

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There are five short days before the horse race that is to determine the course of Derek Hale’s life.  Five days in which to savor the guilty pleasure that still hits him when he catches sight of his wedding ring, the satisfaction that comes from seeing Stiles curled up in his library, sees the debris of his belongings spread out over the entire house, evidence that Stiles, his lawfully wedded husband, lives here, with him.

He has no expectations that he will win the bet.   Derek has never possessed any form of luck, and he doesn’t expect to suddenly change that with a rashly proposed wager that keeps him in a constant state of nausea.  

His sole comfort in this time is that Stiles also seems disquieted by their bet.   A strange look had come over his face when Derek had accepted, a sort of surprise that didn’t look altogether happy, almost as if he had expected Derek to refuse him.  

Derek has yet to refuse Stiles Stilinski anything, a fact in which, thankfully, Stiles himself has not yet grasped.

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