Cassie Bernall: Cassie was a seventeen year old “born again” Christian. Her nickname was “Bunny Rabbit.” She was shot twice by Eric Harris, once in the hand and once in the head. She died instantly.
Daniel Mauser: Danny was an exceptionally bright student who excelled in math and science. He was apart of the debate team and loved swimming and hiking. He was shot once in the face by Eric Harris, he died almost within three minutes.
Steven Curnow: Steven was 14 years old, a great soccer player, who also worked as a referee. He loved Spanish, technology, and gym class. He was shot in the neck by Eric Harris. He died within seven minutes.
Lauren Townsend: Lauren was 18 years old, captian of the varsity volleyball team. She was an all A student who loved animals and hiking. Her nickname was “Lulu” and she was a very talented sketch artist. She was shot approximately nine times by Dylan Klebold. She died within two minutes.
Kelly Fleming: Kelly was 16 years old and a beautiful poet. She loved to write, read and draw. She loved to read books about vampires. She was also under the same table as Lauren. Kelly was shot in the lower back by Dylan Klebold. She died within 3-6 minutes.
Isaiah Shoels: Isaiah was a minority at Columbine High, being one of few African Americans. He was on the school’s football and wrestling team. He was born with a severe heart condition, but overcame it as the years went on. He was shot in the chest by Eric Harris. He died within two minutes.
Matt Kechter: Matt was 16 years old and sitting under the same table as Isaiah. He was in the National Honors Society and was on the Columbine’s football team. He had all As and was very bright. He was shot in the chest by Dylan Klebold. He died within three minutes.
Corey DePooter: Corey was 17 and wanted to be in the Marine Corps. He loved fishing, hiking, hunting, and golf. He worked at a golf course to save up for a new car. He got good grades, never caused trouble and was on the schol’s wrestling team freshman and sophomore year. He was shot seven times by Dylan Klebold. He died almost instantly.
Rachel Scott: Rachel was 17 years old and is probably one of the most well known victims due to her lying parents and brother. Rachel was heavily involved in drama club and was in many plays. She was shot three times, arm, chest, and head, by Eric Harris. She died instantly.
Dave Sanders: Dave was a 47 year old staff member at Columbine. He was a well known coach for many sports team and was trying hard to evacuate students from the cafeteria and hallways while Eric and Dylan were shooting. He was shot three times by Eric Harris. Unfortunately, he died within three hours.
Kyle Velasquez: Kyle was 16 years old, and was known as a “gentle giant.” He loved his family dearly and suffered from asthma and mental disabilities. He wanted to be a firefighter. He was shot in the head by Dylan Klebold. He died instantly.
John Tomlin: John was 16 years old, and was a weight lifter. He was Christian and loved to help others out. He had a seven month relationship with his girlfriend, Michelle. He was shot in the chest by Eric Harris, but fatally in the head by Dylan Klebold. He died almost instantly.
Daniel Rohrbough: Daniel was 15 years old and loved electronics and computer games. He helped his father with stereos and his grandfather with harvesting . He was shot abdomen and leg once, then shot again in the chest by Dylan Klebold. He died within five minutes.
Eric Harris: Eric was 18 years old, and one of the two gunman. He spoke fluent German, got good grades and was very bright. He worked as a cook and shift manager at a pizza place called Blackjack. He died by a self inflicted gunshot wound to the roof of the mouth. He died instantly.
Dylan Klebold: Dylan was 17 years old, and the other gunman. He spoke French and German and was exceptionally good at math. He worked as a cook at Blackjack, and was accepted to University of Arizona. He died of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the left temple. He died within five minutes.
Summary: You’re officially graduated from college and on your way back home to Kansas to take care of your sick Mother, when you run into an unexpected someone that is definitely a pleasant surprise.
Word Count: 3,326
Warnings: Talk of cancer, angst if you squint, language, lots and lots of fluff
Author’s Note: I’ve seen so much beautifully written angst lately that I just feel like I need to throw out the fluffiest tooth rotting fluff I can to try and balance it all out. Feedback is always welcome considering I am a newbie author. Thank you so much to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being my beta for this fic! I hope you guys enjoy!
College was officially over. You graduated with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and instead of staying behind to celebrate with your friends and classmates, you headed straight home to your Mother in Kansas. She hadn’t been able to attend your graduation due to being diagnosed with cancer last year. As guilty as you felt for not being at home to be with her more, you knew she would have been disappointed in you if you didn’t finish college. All she ever wanted for you was to accomplish more for yourself than she had been able to do. She wanted you to have a better life, a life where you could support yourself and any children you might have
Lawrence, Kansas was a small town. Everyone knew everyone and that included their business too. You were not surprised to see the normal hustle and bustle of the townspeople walking around the shops whether to work, grab coffee and breakfast, or if they were just enjoying a Friday morning. It was peaceful, a great place for families. Your destination, the hospital, just happened to be in the center of town.
Parking into the hospital parking lot you quickly made your way up to the fourth floor, room 329, to see your mother. You made good time from your drive and only made two stops along the way. One for a gas fill-up and bathroom break, another to stop by the florist shop in town to pick up a bouquet of your mother’s favorite flowers, purple and white lilies.
Making your way to her room you halted in your steps outside of the partially closed door hearing your mother’s laughter along with a much deeper laugh. You didn’t know who could be in with your mother but if they could make her laugh like that, you were more than grateful to them. You waited a few more moments before interrupting, not wanting to kill the moment.
(thanks to The Lego Batman Movie for making my brain keep coming back to this, and also for making such awesome goddamn toys for my retail therapy needs)
While I write my own stories nowadays, the old fanfic writer in me resurfaces every now and then in the form of idle thoughts about how I’d handle certain stories I love. Sometimes these musings lead me to one horrible conclusion: that no matter how much I may love the story in question, I’d be absolutely fuck awful at writing it. This is because the scope of things I’m interested in writing is significantly smaller than the scope of things I’m interested in reading/watching - my muse is a pickier eater than I am.
Still, no matter how awful and off message my bastardized mental versions of these stories may be, they keep popping up now and then, demanding to manifest as stories are wont to do. So today I’m going to exorcise one of them by summarizing it to you.
Today, my wonderful readers, I’m going to tell you how I’d utterly fuck up at writing Batman.
Thanks everyone for your blessings! Here’s a pic me and my husband who helps me brainstorm and do the technical end of maintaining the story archive as well as me with my two friends from california.
Oh and a pic of the *true* blushing bride >u>
Oh funny thing - I was told to put my engagement ring on my right hand since my left should be bare for the wedding ring. Thing is….it got stuck. Very…very stuck….and it started hurting and everyone fussed over it to get it off which made it start turning blue >_>’’ It got so very stuck that we needed to sneakily get the fire department to help xD;
I have a group shot somewhere and the videographer managed to ninja his way in there and get it up to the part where I realized he was videotaping….so….XD I have an awesome story and a great group shot with firefighters! Will post when I eventually get the pic. They were laughing and if I had to pick a thing to happen at the wedding, this was definitely very minor and something we could laugh at years later ^^’
“You always get yourself into these situations. It’d be a lot easier out here for you if you’d try to make some new friends.”
“It’d also be a lot easier if you didn’t try to tell me this in the middle of a firefight!” The hunter shot back as she jumped over a collapsed wall and pressed her back to it. Besides the voice of her ghost talking to her, she also had warnings pinging in her helmet of damage she had taken. She just had to catch her breath and recover. Then she could maybe clear out the small horde of Fallen that she had accidentally run through.
It didn’t help that she realized just how few bullets she had left as she reloaded her hand canon. “I REALLY don’t want to use the bow…” She added, wincing at the hail of bullets that flew over her head in her cover.
Hello! Hope you're doing great. Would please mind updating the Fireman/EMT tag if there is anything new? I also wanted to ask if there are any more Avenger/Superhero Fusions or Crossovers? Thank you! ♥
Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
BEACON, also known as the Bureau of Enforcement, Armed Combat and Offensive Neutralization (it sure is offensive, Stiles thinks) has established the Avengers Initiative in order to, uh, fight crime. And rampaging alien hordes. And stuff.
“Budapest.” Scott’s voice crackles in Stiles’s ear-piece. There’s a crash, a volley of gunfire, the sound of a heavy body hitting up against concrete repeatedly. “This is exactly like Budapest, Stiles.”
Prompt: L is a firefighter and has to hose down C’s house frequently cause C is a horrible cook and constantly sets food on fire. L doesn’t mind cause she gets to see a beautiful girl every day while C loves staring at L’s nice body in her uniform putting out the fires
sentence summary: What is hotter then firefighter Park Jimin coming to save you? Maybe an actual fire but that’s it.
word count: 3,197
“Jimin your girlfriend is here!” The ever so bright like the fire he puts out Taehyung calls as you approach. Every day he shouts the same thing, never shutting up. Just giggling like the inner child inside a twenty something year old man.
“For the last time, he isn’t my boyfriend.“
"You could have fooled me with all the cooked meals you bring him.” He shoots you a look through his bangs, dragging his eyes back to scrub more mud off the giant fire truck. Soap covers the bright red paint making it shine. “Shut it.” You murmur, tossing a wet cloth that you ‘conveniently’ found lying on the stool next to him at his rectangle smile.
Since we’re all rolling around in Pike feels this week, I figured I’d go ahead and add something to the mix.
It’s raining, which seems fitting. And not a light drizzle, either–not the kind where the sky is silver and the droplets are dancing and kids splash through puddles and lovers share kisses under umbrellas and old men sit in armchairs by windows with mugs of tea and good books. It’s the hard kind of rain, where the sky is angry and black and the drops are slamming into the earth like they want to destroy it and kids sit inside sulking and lovers are going out of their minds worrying about each other and old men are alone for the first time in almost thirty years.
Leonard’s a doctor, dammit, he should know better, but he’s walking down the streets of San Francisco with his head bowed against the rain and his shoulders hunched, hands jammed in the pockets. No hat, no umbrella, no jacket; the somber grey dress uniform doesn’t do much to keep him warm and he feels soaked to the skin, like he’ll never get warm again. And he doesn’t care.
He shouldn’t have been there.
And if he had to be there, he shouldn’t have been alone.