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Reasons to watch the New Russian Holmes series (2013)

I’ve blogged a lot about this show over the last month or so, but I’ve been meaning to make a big post about it all in one place, so here we go!

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A brief intro for those who care:

Sherlock Holmes (2013), or, as it seems to be popularly called, New Russian Holmes (as opposed to the old Soviet Holmes), is an eight-episode Russian-language Sherlock Holmes adaptation directed by Andrei Kavun, starring Igor Petrenko as Holmes and Andrei Panin as Watson. It first aired in Russia in November 2013, but has had no official English release.

So where can I watch it?

Despite the limited release, all eight episodes are available on Youtube, with English subtitles, translated thanks to the excellent @spiritcc​.

Yeah but why should I watch it?

Because it is excellent. I don’t want to spoil people too much because discovering things yourself is really the best, but let’s be a bit more specific:

The opening credits:

Even before the first scene, we get treated to a beautiful opening sequence with really great music, but this isn’t just a sequence to shove credits in your face, it’s not even just an aesthetically pleasing series of shots of Watson’s notebook, the opening sequence forms part of the episode and part of the series as a whole.

Every opening is unique, from the images to the voiceover, and is as much a part of the story as the substantive scenes themselves. 

The refreshing take on canon:

If you’re going to watch this, you need to know that the fundamental premise of the show is that the ACD canon lies. Watson’s “stories” are just that: stories. Holmes in real life is different, Watson is different, Mrs Hudson is different, the cases went differently, hell, even Gregson is different. So if you’re looking for a faithful replication of canon, this isn’t the show for you, but once you take on board this fundamental premise, it’s fantastic because it forces you to think about canon in a new light, and to consider the implications of Watson as an unreliable narrator.

You’ll get to see how and why Watson came to write “canon” the way he did, and you’ll get to see how everyone reacts to it. Every other adaptation (with the exception of Bert Coules’ radio series perhaps, but even that adheres to canon quite strictly) treats canon as more or less the “truth” and bases their version off that to create an output; this show treats canon as the output, and works backwards to imagine the “true” series of events behind it. This aspect (at least for me) was one of the most delightful themes to watch develop throughout the episodes, and it really shows how much original thought and passion went into the conception and creation of the show.

Watson as the true protagonist:

This sort of follows on from the fundamental premise of the canon stories being mere stories. Watson is the person through whom we get to know Holmes; everything we read is Watson’s doing, so it’s natural that the protagonist should also be Watson. We see the world from Watson’s perspective.

It’s not a story about this genius Holmes and his sidekick Watson, it’s a story about Watson and his adventures with this intriguing man, Holmes, and in that way it makes the show very grounded and very real.

Holmes the nerd:

For some reason, Igor Petrenko’s Holmes has been likened to Robert Downey Jr.’s Holmes, but I don’t think that’s accurate at all. Whereas RDJ’s Holmes veers more towards grubby cocky action hero who happens to be good at reasoning (and I don’t say that with any scorn), Petrenko’s Holmes is very much grounded in the same sheer intellect that defines canon Holmes, only this version is a more flawed, nervous character, which I think makes him more interesting. Petrenko does an excellent job with the quirks and mannerisms of the character. He also keeps insects in jars in his room.


Watson the military man:

A lot of adaptations emphasise Watson’s role as a doctor, but few seem to remember that he was also a soldier, so it’s refreshing once again to see this series not only acknowledge that military background, but to explicitly keep it front and centre the entire time.

Watson the surgeon:

For all its joviality, the show doesn’t shy away from graphic realities either. Watson is more than just a doctor, he’s a surgeon. We see him handle the scalpel more than he does the stethoscope.

Watson the badass:


Watson’s facials:

I know I’ve posted a lot about this but seriously Panin’s acting is really one of the highlights of this show, he was such an excellent actor, absolutely convincing in his role.

Brand new revised subtitles by yours truly!

Over the last two months I’ve gone through and edited all the English subs for the series, so hopefully everything will read a lot smoother! Any remaining mistakes are entirely my responsibility.

The humour:

Sort of reminiscent of the tone of the Soviet series, this series shares that light-heartedness, but it sure as hell isn’t a joke either. It’s not dark and edgy for the sake of being dark and edgy. It doesn’t pull the cheap trick of taking advantage of your feels. The series sets out to tell a story and it tells a beautiful story and you will genuinely love the characters for who they are. And you will feel good about it. Yes, you will even love Lestrade.

Watson taking a bath:

The hilariously bad English (I laugh in good faith):

The creepy autopsy  man:

This weird ass scene:

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Moriarty hiding in the first fucking episode no less

not showing you, you have to spot him yourself

And finally, their timeless friendship:

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Never has a show felt more genuine or more satisfying to watch when the final credits roll. This is a Sherlock Holmes that has had thought, love, and appreciation poured into its making, and it shows. 

So, llamas, go forth! You can watch the entire series here. I hope you have as much fun as I did :)

Fill in the Blank Fanfic Comment

As @lastbluetardis​ and I have watched the replies to our survey on fanfic feedback, one number has jumped out at us. 

Thirty-eight percent of you don’t reply because you don’t know what to say. 

So, I’m here to help. There are three parts to a basic fanfic comment. Pick a line from each section, and you’ll have a comment that I guarantee will make any author smile. 

1) Compliment “This was…” (Choose one.)

  1. So good!
  2. Great!
  3. Excellent!
  4. Brilliant!
  5. So sad!

You can stop here if you want. Honestly. Several of you indicated that this doesn’t feel like enough, or that saying the same thing on multiple chapters of a story feels silly. I have regular readers who leave variations of, “I loved it!” on every single thing I write, including updates of my multi-chapter works, and can I tell you how much I love them? Because I know they are reading with me every time, and I know they loved it every time. 

If you want to go beyond the compliment, you can add:

2) Emotional reaction “It made me…”

  1. Laugh
  2. Cry
  3. Flail
  4. Swoon

That’s a good spot to mention a moment in the story, if you want. “It made me swoon when they kissed for the first time.” “I cried when the Doctor told Rose about Gallifrey.” etc.

3) Closing sentiment

  1. Thank you for sharing.
  2. This made me smile.
  3. I can’t wait to read more.

If you choose an option from each section, you might get something like, “This was excellent! I flailed when he finally admitted he was the one sending her secret admirer notes. Thanks for sharing!” That’s a comment that will put a smile on any author’s face.

And because I know some of you are sceptical, here are a few posts with lots of notes that say the same thing: post post post post post post 

We happen to be at the beginning of Fandom Fic Rec Days right now, which gives you an excellent chance to practice your new skills. Go find a fic you loved and post the link, along with a comment based on this template that tells people why they should read it. “This story is brilliant. The author made me cry when they wrote about the Doctor seeing Rose again during End of Time. You should go read it!”

The Lost Special: The One Way to Tie Up Every Loose Thread

In the last month this corner of the Sherlock fandom has thrown out a multitude of ideas for a narrative that could potentially resolve every last inconsistency in Sherlock series 4. Not knowing it, this community has debated different readings – all perfectly valid with only minor holes in logic – but have missed how they might all fit together into an intricate puzzle, each reading validating the other.

I have found one way to connect every loose thread.

Topics resolved include:

– EMP Theory vs “TFP as John’s TAB”: why both readings are meant to be exposed to the viewer (but we just found them too early)
– Benedict’s insanely long monologue they mentioned him having in Series 4.
– How another episode would only be comprised of a few new scenes
– Mary’s character development drifting far from her original plotline
– Moffat’s Doctor Who narrative that includes Toby Jones as a Dream Lord and what that means for Amy in “Amy’s Choice” and Sherlock in The Lost Special.
– How POVs intertwine in TFP, and how TPLOSH inspired the way The Lost Special would end.
– The entire bizarre nature of Series 4
– Breaking the 4th Wall
– The focus in The Six Thatchers on “The Duplicate Man”, “Twins”, “Two places at once”, and “Dead AND alive”.
– Three Garridebs
– Benedict claiming “Love conquers all” while Steven Moffat facepalms.

So if you want to know the one way this could all work, check out the rest of this post. But hear me out until the end, suspend your disbelief until you’ve finished, because regardless of whether or not you believe we’re getting The Lost Special, this reading which combines everything we’ve talked about for the last year is definitely arguable and until something else gets proposed, it is the one I’m sticking with til the bitter end.

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Who Am I? Part (1/?)

@illusionassasin requested: could I get a drabble with Bucky for 3, 11, 33, and 59 where they hate each other but the reader gets kidnapped or something with a happy ending???3.    “Hey now! Hey, hey calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore”11.    “She’s hiding behind the sofa”
33. “I feel like I can’t breathe when I look at you, you make me want to vomit.
59.    “Why don’t you go cry me a river and see if I care?!”
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, past!Natasha x past!Reader
Warnings: Torture, Angst
Author: Alice

“Miss, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence in the debriefing room.”
I groaned as I got up, pushing the covers off and requesting the lights to be turned on.
“Thank you Friday, please tell Rogers I’ll be down in ten.”
“Of course Miss.”

I sighed, moving over to my closet and grabbing my classic attire, a black crop top, black leather jeans, black combat boots, and spiked fingerless gloves. On my way out I grabbed my black leather jacket and threw it on, tossing my ombre blue hair up into a messy bun.
“Miss, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence. He says it’s urgent.”
I rolled my eyes as I entered the elevator,
“Friday, how many minutes has it been since Rogers first requested my presence?”
“Six minutes Miss.”

“Then tell Rogers that I still have four minutes left and to calm the hell down. I’ll get there when I get there.”
“Of course Miss.”

It didn’t take long for the doors to open and when they did, I heard the cocking of guns. I looked up and saw men in tactical gear pointing their guns at me but the team was nowhere to be found. I scanned over everyone and noticed that one of them was wearing the Hydra emblem. I quickly moved to the corner and started to press the “close door” button but it would never close. They started to shoot and I took cover behind the control panel seeing as how they couldn’t shoot through that.
“Friday I need assasitance! There are intruders in the tower!”
There was no answer and the shooting came to a stop.
“Bring her to me!”
I peered over the side of the elevator doors and saw they were starting to come towards me. I got ready for a fight when they threw a grenade into the elevator. I made quick work to throw it back towards them and once it went off, I left the confines of the elevator and made my attack on the first guy who was near me. I jumped up performing Nat’s signature thigh grip move. I reached down into his utility belt, grabbing his extra gun and shooting the men who were coming at me. The agent finally dropped to the ground and I backflipped off him and threw the gun to the ground, grabbing one of the bigger guns and running for cover. Once I was safe, well as safe as I could be and I started firing. I could hear the thuds of the people I had managed to hit fall to the ground before I felt a searing pain in my back. I turned to late to see one of the men grinning at me. I fell to the ground with a thud and then I felt hands grabbing me and carrying me out from behind the sofa. They dropped me to the ground and the big man who I assume was the leader had them put me on my knees and started to punch me. I tried to put up a fight but whatever they had attacked me with was messing me up. They threw one good punch to my head and knocked me out. *General View*
“Friday where is Y/N?”
“Miss Y/L/N arrived at the debriefing level twenty minutes ago.”
“Friday track Y/N’s whereabouts.”
“Miss Y/L/N is not in the tower.”
“Then where is she?”

“Miss Y/L/N was removed from the tower against her will.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Steve and then looked at Tony.
“Friday what the hell do you mean Y/N was taken against her will?”
“Security camera’s on level ten were disabled for thirty minutes.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“My programing wouldn’t let me Mr. Stark.”

Tony pulled out his tablet, messing with Friday.
“Son of a bitch!”
“Hydra was here and they took Y/N.”

Bucky chose the time to enter then and looked over everyone before he sat down.
“What’d I miss?”
“Hydra was here and they took Y/N.”
“They took that annoying thing? Well good reidenance then.”
“What?! She has never brought anything to this team and she let herself get taken? It’s a good thing she’s gone!”
Natasha jumped up and pointed her gun at Bucky
, making everyone jump up but no one made a move to stop her. Her voice was ice cold, and if it was anyone else they would probably be dead.
“Listen here James and you better listen carefully. Y/N was more apart of this team than you ever will be. She was and always will be family to all of us. Ever since you came here you’ve been treating Y/N like shit. She has done nothing but stand up for you and help you even when you don’t realize it. And I can tell you this, I don’t care if you had nothing to do with her being taken, but if anything happens to her, I will kill you myself. And while you’re here, you will not talk shit about her. Do you understand?”
“Talk shit about her one more time and you won’t be able to stop me.”

Natasha sat down but kept her gun in front of her, the barrel still pointed at Barnes.
“Friday was Y/N wearing her purple ameythst ring when she was taken?”
“She was.”
“Track it.”
“I don’t get it. How does a ring have anything to with it?”
“When Y/N first joined SHIELD, she came to us with the ring. The ring has special properties and her handlers used it to track her every movements. She asked us to change the properties and whenever the time came for us to use it, we would. The only exception is that the ring only works for Y/N.”
“Sir the ring’s tracking device is disabled.”
“Disabled?! How?!”
“I’m not sure sir but nothing is popping up.”
“What’s the big deal? Tracking devices can be disabled.”
“I know that Barnes, I’m not an idiot but what I’m saying is that you can’t disable the rings tracking device because it’s the ring itself. The only way you can cut it off is if the ring is destroyed and the ring is attached to Y/N’ finger and she’s the only one who can physically take it off her finger. The only other way to get it off her finger is to well, cut it off.”
“So you’re saying that Y/N took it off or she lost one of her fingers?”
“Exactly what I’m saying.”

Everyone looked down around at each other before they looked up at the big screen when Fury came on.
“I don’t know how you did it and I honestly don’t want to know. We found her. She’s being held at a Hydra fecility outside of the city limits. I want you all to promise me that you’ll bring her back, and you’ll bring her back alive.”
“We will. If we don’t then we’ll make the sons of bitches pay for what they did.”

Everyone looked over at Bucky, surprised he had even said something, let alone something like that.
“Then suit up and bring our girl back home.”
“Yes sir. You heard the man, suit up and meat at the hangar in five minutes.”

Everyone nodded their heads and got up leaving the room when Steve called for Bucky to stay. Bucky nodded and sat down and waited for everyone to leave. Once they were all gone, Bucky turned to face Steve,
“I want to make this clear, you may be my friend but Y/N has been with us since the beginning and since you’ve been here, all you’ve ever done is treat Y/N like complete shit so I need to know right now if this is how you’re going to be I will bench you.”

Bucky nodded, wordlessly getting up and walking towards the door. He grabbed the door, only turning a little bit to speak to Steve,
“Don’t worry about having to bench me Steven, I’m benching myself. If worst comes to worst and I get in a compromising position no one on this team will come to help me because they will all be up in Y/N’s business.”
And with that Bucky left, the door slamming shut behind him. Steve rubbed his hands down his face, collecting himself before he grabbed his shield and going to get ready. Once he was ready he met up with the others at the hangar, they all boarded and left, hoping to save their long time friend.*Y/N’s View*
Slowly I opened my eyes, my eyes needing some time to adjust to the brightness. Once I fully came to, I looked around and noticed I was in a cell and strapped down to a chair. The lights were so bright, I couldn’t see what was outside the cell.
~~~Outside One-Way Wall~~~
“Is she awake?”
“Yes doctor.”
“Excellent, prep her for transport and then take her to the lab.”
“Of course doctor.”
“Oh and agent, have ten guards with transport. This one will fight back.”
“Yes doctor.”

~~~Normal View~~~
I heard the cell door creaking open and I snapped my head over to it, seeing a scrawny man enter.
“Is this what they send to break me? I believe I’ll be the one doing the breaking here sweetheart, not you.”
The man started to laugh and I gave him a funny look, eyeing him as he walked closer and the door opened again with five bigger men than Steve entering.
“I believe I will actually break you, sweetheart. You can do nothing but bend at our will, and you will. They all do.”
“I will never break.”
“They all say that to sweetheart. Bring her. The doctor is ready for her now.”

The agents circled me, moving closer as though I were their prey. I didn’t move, letting them think I was going to be cooperative. They released the shackles holding my legs down to the chair, only to replace them with something stronger. They did the same thing to my wrists and then they attached the two, pushing me forward with a hard shove telling me to walk or die.
“Well you kinda can’t.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because it’s like short stack said, the doctor wants me, and he wants me alive. So you kinda can’t kill me or you’ll die. I mean either way I don’t care but you would loose your life, and the only thing Hydra teaches is die for your mission. I am not your mission. You would be the laughing stock for years to come. Everyone will know who you are, even if you are dead. You’ll be used as a marytr so I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you.”

He pushed me forward and I stumbled a bit before I caught my footing, holding my head high and walking with confidence. I cut my eyes over, watching everyone and paying close attention to my surroundings. Five more guards joined us, their guns trained on me. I scoffed but kept my snide comments to myself, following the little nobody to where the doctor was. We entered another building, it was much cleaner than the one I had just came from and went below it, going to the lab. I was forced into a chamber, one that reminded me much like the cryro-chambers. They removed my chains, locking me in place with the glass chamber. The guards moved around the room, the scrawny agent staying near me. When the door opened everyone snapped to attention and I cut my eyes over in his direction, freezing up when the chamber started to move into an upright position.
“Is my little Amethyst ready?”
“Yes sir. She’s been prepped and we’re waiting on your orders.”

The doctor moved closer to me and touched the side of the chamber like he was touching my face.
“You will truly be beautiful Amethyst.”
“I’m sorry I believe there has been some sort of misunderstanding, you see, I already am beautiful.”
“Yes you are, but I will make you better.”

He looked over at the scrawny agent and nodded, and moved back going to a console. The chamber started to fill with purple smoke before I felt something poking at me. I could feel the burning and cooling of a liquid coursing through my veins. I screamed out, the pain becoming too much. As quick as it came, it left. The chamber opened, purple smoke filling out. The doctor walked towards me smirking, causing a shiver to run through me.
“Let me see you my little Amethyst. Open those pretty little eyes for me.”
I opened my eyes, and the doctor’s evil grin was the first thing I saw.
“It worked! Put it down, we must send this to Madame Hydra. This is excellent, excellent indeed. The serum from the ring worked, the only known physical change is her eyes are no longer Y/E/C, but they are now purple. Take her to the training room. We must know what she can do! But leave her in  the chamber, we shall see if we can make her even better.”
“But sir, that may kill her.”
“The Amethyst can not be killed. Now do it!”
“Yes sir.”
I felt a searing pain coursing through me, everywhere it was just, there. I couldn’t hold my screams in, making the doctor laugh. I felt myself slipping and the last thing I heard was it was done.     
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Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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Accidents Will Happen (Part 1/?) (Stark/Avengers x reader)

“Since when do we go with full gear in practice?” Sam grumbled, giving Steve a sideways glare with the final snaps of his chest piece.  “Something tells me that this is gonna get bumpy.”

“I like that choice of words,” Steve concurred, “because that’s all we’ve been doing anymore since we brought everyone back together.  The last three missions have been nothing but fumbles and missed opportunities because we keep getting into each other’s way.  We need to sharpen up again and stop bumping into each other.”

“We don’t need the gear for that, Steve.”

“I figure if we practice with it on, we’ll be more realistic and hit our marks.  Now,” the Captain paused, lowering his tone as he read from his tablet, “let’s start with (Y/N), Sam, Clint, and Wanda on the first round.”

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Sherlock Holmes on Elementary is definitely a jerk. But he’s also a good person with a deep sense of empathy. Let’s explore how Elementary fits into the legacy of Holmes Adaptions, and how the character is depicted in these complex, contradictory ways.

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reticentseiko  asked:

How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.

The Sound of Your Smile

Ignis x F!OC
Word count: 1853

Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!

Tagging @iinkpools because Ignis. And reasons.

Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.

Or so he thought.

“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”

Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”

“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”

Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”

“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”

Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.

“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”

There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.

Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”

Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”

The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”

When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”

“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”

“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”

“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”

Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“How long will I be in recovery for?”

“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”

“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”

“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”

Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.

As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.

She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.

He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.

The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.

“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.

“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”

After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”

Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.

Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.

Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.

“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”

“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”

The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.


“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”

Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.

“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”

Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.

The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.

“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.

Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.

She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.

She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.

“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”

He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.

Zach Dempsey x Reader: Late Night Adventures

Heyy guys! So, I decided to give this fandom a try. This fic was inspired by the movie Nerve and the song Ride by Far Places. Enjoy!

Word count: 1989

It was already 4.30pm. School ended 2 hours ago but you were still in the library, finishing your Chemistry paper. The basketball team had just finished their practice and you could hear them from the outside. Realizing you had stayed long enough, you packed up your things and went out to the hall.

‘Well, look who is it?“ You rolled your eyes. The obnoxious sound of Zach Dempsey. "What do you want?” You turned to face him, your expression bored and annoyed. “Is that any way to talk to the school star player, (Y/N)?” Zach sounded amused. You rolled your eyes again and turned to walk out of the school.

“Finishing school homework again, nerd?” Zach called out as he caught up to you. “What is it to you, jock?” You glared at him. Zach shrugged. “It’s just the typical nerd activities, I guess. Boring and dull. Like you.” He emphasized. You scoffed at him. “I am not boring or dull.” Zach looked at you, his brown eyes staring intently into yours. “Prove to me then. Prove to me you’re not boring nerd.” You rolled your eyes again. “I don’t have to prove to you anything. If anything, you should be the one proving me that you’re not just another jerk.”

Zach’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Let’s make a deal. Go out on a ride with me. I get to take you wherever I wish, and throughout the whole journey, you prove to me you’re not boring, and I will prove to you I’m not a jerk.” He put out his hand as an invitation. You kept quiet for a moment, thinking. “Fine.” You finally said and placed your hand in his. “Show me, Zachary Dempsey. Show me the side nobody sees.” Zach’s grin was nothing but dangerous. “Deal.”

 "Where are we going?“ You asked. You were in Zach’s car, and was surprised it was actually quite clean. "To the fair.” Zach answered. Mia arched an eyebrow. “The fair?” He nodded. “The fair.”

The fair was located on a small part near the edge of the town. By the time you guys arrived, it was already teeming with people. You had never been to the fair before, and the sight and smells left you in awe. Zach looked at you and was amazed by your reaction. He was glad he chose this place first.

“Holy shit.” You breathed. Zach laughed. “What do you know? The nerd actually curses.” You scowled at his remark, but it was quickly forgotten as you saw this huge teddy bear at a game stand. “Oh my god! I need this!” You shrieked and ran towards the game stand. “How much to play?” You asked the game master. “5 bucks for 2 throws. Just hit any of those boxes and you win.” He gestured to the 3 racks of boxes behind him,  each further and taller than the previous one. You frowned. “What exactly do I win?” The game master pointed out to a bunch of soft toys at the back ranging from small to big. They weren’t in the best condition. Some had tears and cotton coming out of them.

You folded your arms together. “That’s too expensive. And your prizes aren’t even that nice.” The game master arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Zach placed a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), what are you doing? Look, I will pay, alright? Don’t make the dude angry.” You shook your head. “What about that bear?” You pointed at the one you wanted. The game master clicked his tongue. “That is only if you hit the red box all the way at the back. Even I doubt you can hit it. Just let your boyfriend do it. He seems like a better shot than you. ” He sneered.  You glared at him.

Zach huffed. “(Y/N), just take his offer. I will throw it for you alright? Don’t make the guy even angrier.” You smirked at him and turned to face the game master. “1 buck for 1 try. I hit the red box, I get my bear, and you take back what you said.” The game master eyed you carefully. “2 bucks and you get yourself a deal.” You grinned. “ Deal.” The game master smirked, as if he already knew you would fail. “Here’s your ball.”

Zach couldn’t stop laughing. He laughed so hard you guys had to stop and sit down for a while, but even then he was still laughing. Your face was red with embarrassment. “Fuck, that was hilarious.” Zach snorted. “Oh, shut up.” You snapped. Zach burst out laughing again. “You really owned it, (Y/N). You really owned it. Where did you learn to throw like that?” Zach clapped his hands together in amazement. In your arms, was the huge teddy bear. “My brother is in the baseball team, remember?” You grinned in triumph. “ Told you I wasn’t boring.” Zach shook his head good-naturedly and stood up. “Come.” You frowned at him. “To go where?” Zach smiled. “ To the Ferris Wheel. We can’t leave a fair without going up its Ferris Wheel.”

The two of you stopped to buy some corn dogs first before heading towards the Ferris Wheel. The line wasn’t too long and you guys managed to get into a passenger car pretty quick. The two of you sat in comfortable silence across each other, eating the corn dogs as the Ferris Wheel slowly turned.

“Tell me something about yourself.” You broke the silence. Zach frowned at you. “What do you want to know?” You shrugged. “ Something that your group of friends don’t know?” Zach nodded and thought for a while. “I want to be a marine biologist.” He looked at you, and was surprised to see you nodding. “Hmm, that isn’t too surprising. Your Biology grades are amazing compared to your other subjects.” Zach laughed. “What about you?”

You bit your lip in thought, and Zach realized he liked it. A lot. “I want to be a professional violinist.” Zach raised his eyebrows. “Now, that is surprising.” You laughed and rubbed your hands together. “I never really had an interest in academics. The only reason why I excel in them is because my parents want me to become a doctor. But late at night, when everyone else is asleep, I play. And I love it.”

Zach realized how your eyes lit up as you told him your secret passion. Unconsciously, the both of you slowly leaned forward to each other. Realizing, Zach cleared his throat and gestured to your lip. “Erm, you have a bit of sauce on the corner of your lip.” Gently, he used his thumb and wiped it off. Your cheeks reddened. “Thank you.”

The passenger car finally reached the bottom, and you guys stepped out into the crowd. “Where to this time?” You asked. Zach took your hand in his. “To the city.” You tightened your hand around his. “Okay.”

You looked at Zach as he drove to the city. His eyes were focused on the road, as it was already 7pm. You blushed at the memory where you and Zach almost kissed at the fair. You never knew how gentle his touch can be, and the fire he left behind. Shaking your head to dispel the thoughts, you looked up, and ahead was the city.

The city lights were beautiful. Electronic signboards and flashing neon colors against the night. You had never seen anything like it as you never left the town before. Zach rolled down the windows and you stuck your head out, your hair flowing behind you and you shouted into the wind.

Zach stopped in front of a street, and you guys got out of the car. “So, what is your next big plan, Mr. Dempsey?” Zach grinned mischievously. “To get us tattooed.” You looked at him in shock. “What?! Oh no no no no. No, we are not!” You freaked out. Zach pouted. “Why not? You said it yourself you are not dull.” You huffed. “I am not dull. But getting a tattoo, in this shady shop?” You shook your head strongly. Zach raised his hands in reason. “Trust me, this place is good. And I promise I will pick a good one for you.”

You fumed. “You’re gonna what now?!” Zach placed both hands on your shoulders. “You will get to choose mine too, I swear.” You folded your arms, calming down. “Okay, I trust you.” Zach nodded and the two of you stepped into the tattoo parlor.

You watched as Zach greeted the tattoo artist like an old friend. The two of them conversed silently. You took a deep breath as Zach walked towards you. “Are you ready?” You nodded, trusting Zach completely with his design. “This is a terrible idea, you know that?” Zach patted your shoulder comfortingly. “Rest assured, it’s my turn next.” You made yourself comfortable and the artist began his work.

You stood in front of the mirror, admiring the finished work. “You chose this?” You asked Zach, amazed. It was an artistic outline of a violin on your left bicep with splotches of water color carefully inked. Zach looked extremely pleased with himself. “I know you often wear long-sleeved shirts, so I thought you could hide it and only show to certain people.” You smiled wide and hugged Zach tightly. “Thank you. Now, it’s your turn.”

“You did not, you did not.” Zach was ecstatic. “Hah, you really did!” On his right bicep, was a wave shaped into a crescent with a moon at the middle. The whole tattoo was colored in beautifully. “I hope you like it.” You smiled shyly. Zach turned to face her. “Are you kidding? I love it!” You laughed. When it was over, it was already 11pm. Once again they were in the car. “One last stop for the night.” Zach promised. You smiled at him. “Show me.”

Zach parked in front of a diner. The whole place was really well ran.  The two of you settled into  booth and placed your orders. While waiting, Zach showed you his spoon trick, but as usual, he failed. You burst out laughing. “Who taught you that?” Zach replied. “Bryce Walker.” You grimaced at the name. Zach noticed and frowned. “What’s wrong?” You shrugged. “That guy just gives me the creeps.” Zach nodded as if he understood what you meant.

Finally the food came, and the two of you started eating. “Mmmmm.” You moaned out. “God, this is delicious.” Zach chuckled. “I know. Justin and I came here once after a game last year. I thought this would be a nice way to end the night.” You stuffed your mouth again. “With food? Zach Dempsey, you are the best.” Zach laughed.

Once fed and the bill paid, it was time to head home. The car ride was in a comfortable silence, both of you tired from the long night. It was already 3 in the morning when Zach stopped in front of your house. “Thank you for the wonderful time.” You beamed as you hugged your bear. “You’re welcome. At least, we both held up our end of the bargain, especially me, I hope.” Zach rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. You laughed. “Definitely. Good night, Zach.” You turned and started to walk back into your house.

“(Y/N)!” Zach called. You turned around. “Erm, if you wouldn’t mind, I really want to know you better.” Zach sheepishly looked towards the ground. You walked up to him, and kissed the corner of his lips, surprising the both of you. “I would love to.” Zach broke out into a large smile. “This Friday? At Monet’s?” You returned his smile and nodded. “It’s a date.”

Zach watched as you entered your house and continued to stay until he saw your room lights switch off as a sign you went to sleep. Smiling to himself, admiring his new tattoo, Zach went home.

Heathers RP Sentence Starters— (Beautiful.)
  • ❝ I believe I’m a good person. ❞
  • ❝ You know, I think there’s a little good in everyone. ❞
  • ❝ What happened? ❞
  • ❝ Hold your breath and count the days. ❞
  • ❝ Life can be beautiful! ❞
  • ❝ We could change again. ❞
  • ❝ Hey, are you okay? ❞
  • ❝ Get away, nerd! ❞
  • ❝ Things will get better. ❞
  • ❝ What did you say to me, skank? ❞
  • ❝ We on for movie night? ❞
  • ❝ I rented the Princess Bride! ❞
  • ❝ I’m a sucker for a happy ending. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me? ❞
  • ❝ I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend! ❞
  • ❝ You have a zit right there. ❞
  • ❝ Why do they hate me? ❞
  • ❝ Why won’t he date me? ❞
  • ❝ Why did I hit them? ❞
  • ❝ Why do I cry myself to sleep? ❞
  • ❝ Somebody hug me. ❞
  • ❝ Somebody fix me. ❞
  • ❝ Somebody save me. ❞
  • ❝ Get me a cold beer. ❞
  • ❝ They are a mythic bitch. ❞
  • ❝ Grow up, (Name). ❞
  • ❝ Maybe you should see a doctor, (Name). ❞
  • ❝ You’re late for class. ❞
  • ❝ Week’s detention. ❞
  • ❝ This is an excellent forgery. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you? ❞
  • ❝ I crave a boon. ❞
  • ❝ Shut up, (Name)! ❞
  • ❝ For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. ❞
  • ❝ If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. ❞
  • ❝ Out of my way, geek. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t want trouble. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna die at 3PM. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you dare touch me. ❞
  • ❝ Get away, pervert! ❞
  • ❝ Who could survive this? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t escape this. ❞
  • ❝ I think I’m dying. ❞
  • ❝ Lookin’ like hell on wheels! ❞
  • ❝ My God, it’s beautiful. ❞
  • ❝ It’s a beautiful fricken day! ❞
General Washington seldom smiles, I never saw him laugh but once, it was after the preliminaries of peace were signed, and at a yankee story told by Dr. Thomas. The doctor being invited to dine at head quarters, one of the aids requested the general’s permission for him to repeat the dialogue between two New England men who had visit ed the French camp. In doing this he repeated quaint speeches and remarks in a manner so inimitably ludicrous that no one but his Excellency could contain his gravity. At length he added, “what, said Jonathan, do you think Chambeau’s soldiers call a hat? the tarnation fools, they call it a chappeau, why, and be darn’d to them, can’t they call it a hat and adone with it.” The general could no longer refrain, he burst into a fit of laughter. There is not perhaps another man who can boast of exciting laughter in General Washington.
—  A military journal during the American revolutionary war, from 1775 to 1783 By James Thacher

anonymous asked:

CP 14 Days of Love #14: Free for all! (anything you want as long as it’s valentine’s/love themed. drinking away the pain of a breakup? anniversary? engagement? someone finding out about a secret relationship? realizing you’ve been in a relationship when you thought you were just fwb? aro/ace people just watching everyone else freak out about being single? you do you! be creative, be cliche!)

Day 14  of @softkent‘s Valentine’s Day Fic-A-Thon

In the end, they elope as quietly as they got together.

Between Ransom’s grueling school schedule in Boston and Holster’s rigorous training and game schedule in Seattle, they barely get time to talk in the same time-zone, let alone see each other. 

So when Shitty decides that the only acceptable location for his and Lardo’s pre-wedding celebration (fuck the mourning of bachelordom, bro - I’m marrying the love of my life!) is Vegas, Ransom decides he’s done waiting.

He’s checked and re-checked his excel, and, barring any major injury (or Ransom somehow failing to get placed for his residency), there’s not likely to be any “good” time for he and Holster to tie the knot in the next five years. 

Ransom’s a patient guy if he can see how his patience will pay off. He’s chosen to be a doctor for goodness sake. But, as far as he can tell, the only thing waiting for the “right time” will do is guarantee him a lavish wedding. If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t really want to be subjected to the festival that his sister’s wedding had become. He just wants –

To be Adam’s emergency contact

To share communal property

To have 

To hold

To cherish

In the end, they sneak off like it’s just another kegster at the Haus they haven’t lived in for four years.

He wraps a hand around Holster’s wrist in their age old signal, and makes his way through the crowd. The gang – larger now that there are a few law school buddies and art gallery friends – are all caught up on the dance floor. No one even notices as they dash out of the club into the desert night.

Holster pulls him to a halt, tugging until Ransom turns to face him.


“Alright, sap,” Holster grins, clearly reading the adoration in Justin’s eyes. “The crowd getting to be too much?”

“No – Well, yes. But, no – that’s not why I wanted to get out of there.”

Holster cocks a curious brow above his black-rimmed glasses.

“I just want to marry you,” Justin says. Quiet. Forthright. 

“Oh, good! Shit, bro, I thought I was gonna have to convince you. I’ve been checking the excel and thought you were gonna wait.”

“Bruh, no. I just - I want all the strings attached with you that I can get. And I want them now, you know. Let’s get married.”

Adam sweeps him up into a crushing hug. Justin sort of wishes he could get closer.

“Gah! Justin Bartholomew Oluransi, you have the best ideas.” 

“That’s not my name.”

“Let go get married!”

In the end, they keep the change in their relationship to themselves for a while.

It’s like it always is and always will be with them: just for them.

It’s fun getting to revel in being Justin Oluransi-Birkholtz without having to deal with congratulations. It’s nice to soak up being married to Adam Birkholtz without having to answer questions (How will you two make it work? How will you deal with the distance? What’ll happen when you get placed for your residency? What’ll you do if you don’t get in at Seattle?). 

“How long do you think it’ll take them to notice this time?” 

Holster runs his hand up Ransom’s back. Ransom savors the skin on skin contact while he can.

‘”I don’t know, Ransypoo. Hoping we can make it until Shitty’s and Lardo’s big day, though. I don’t want to steal their thunder.”


In the end, they are as they’ve always been: together, committed, forever.

that cuddle prompt

I totally agree that there’s a urgent need for fluff-and you’re accepting that cuddle prompts?? How about 24 & 30, with 25 thrown into the middle??

Fancy Meeting You Here

It was a full moon over Edinburgh which meant Claire was expecting strange things to happen during her shift in A & E.  Last month they had an entire mother’s group show up with food poisoning after buying sushi on Gumtree. The month before that  they had several dog handlers at the SKC Championship get into a massive brawl. She did not, however, expect to be locked in the supply closet with a strapping, handsome Highlander wearing a kilt.  

When you worked in a hospital you learned to take advantage of lulls to restock whatever you would potentially need which is why she was even in the old part of the wing. It was cold, poorly insulated and drafty - perfect for squirrelling things away but not the best place for Claire at the moment. Her brain, when not focused on her patient, was fixated on her leaving for Magaluf in less than 48 hours. This was precisely why she forgot the key she would need when the heavy ancient door shut and locked while she was grabbing what she needed.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” she exclaimed. “I swear something always happens right before I take a holiday!”

Claire kicked the door a few times as she yelled every expletive she knew. It helped. She began to calm down and look for her mobile when she heard a voice behind her laugh.

“Bloody hell! Now I’m hallucinating voices!” she giggled. One of the other nurses

“Sounds like an issue you need to work out, Sassenach.” a deep voice boomed.

Claire’s shrill scream filled the air for an entire minute before she felt a large hand clamped over her mouth. She turned sideways to see an imposing figure with an arm in a rudimentary sling. Her years of martial arts lessons were running through her head as she estimated his height and weight.

The stranger spoke again, “And now my ears are bleeding! I thought you medical types took a Hippocratic oath to do no harm?” he asked.

“Mmmph mmmph mmmmph!”

His eyes widened at her creative cursing, “Oh, aye? I don’t think that’s physically possible. Do you go to confession with that mouth?” he gasped.

They glared at each other until he called a truce. He promised to take his hand away on the condition that she wouldn’t yell again. Claire shrugged but refused to meet his eyes. As he began to pull away she pushed his arm out of the way then focused all her strength to hit opposite shoulder. A loud crack echoed off the walls as the pair stood motionless.

“That’s the business!” he sighed. “I think you knocked it back into place, Sassenach. Tapadh leat.”


He extended his right arm to shake her hand. “Jamie. Jamie Fraser. Pleased to meet you.”

She took it as she rolled her eyes. It was becoming obvious he didn’t realise they were trapped until someone would come looking for her.

“Claire Beauchamp. Idiot nurse.” she said curtly. “These old doors automatically lock when they close and I left they key at the desk. You better bundle up Jamie Jamie Fraser because we’re in for a wait.”

His face fell.

“Big plans before you dislocated your shoulder?” Claire quipped. It had taken her a while to see that he was in full formal regalia. For some reason she kept staring at his knees, wondering why she couldn’t look away.

“My sister’s wedding reception up the road.” he sighed. “I got kicked by one of the horses pulling her carriage to Mass, which is why I was here.”

Claire rubbed her arms and her teeth began to chatter.  She regretted volunteering to get the long list of supplies everyone would eventually need. He wasn’t bad company but if she didn’t freeze to death she was leaving the country with another man in a few days.

“You’re here, in this c-c-closet, because of a horse?” she laughed. “Now that is a very talented h-h-horse!”

Jamie flung a nearby blanket over Claire’s shoulders, pulled her closer, and enveloped her in a hug. She was startled at first but decided not to complain when she began warming up. He heard her exhale loudly as she wrapped her arms around him to return the favor.

“How are you not freezing your arse off?” she demanded. “I think I’m several degrees from frostbite and you’re as warm as a potbellied stove!”

He narrowed his eyes and mimed looking around,  “It’s the kilt. It’s imbued with special powers.”

Claire snorted as she laughed, looking to see how long it would take him to crack. He kept his face serious as he returned her intense gaze.

That was the moment they both leaned in to kiss each other. The air was buzzing as the kisses started to escalate but before either could get to handsy, the door miraculously opened.

The on-call doctor stood in the doorway with the necessary key in his hand.

“Nurse Beauchamp! Excellent job of finding our runaway, you should be commended on your tenacity.”

Jamie and the startled young woman did their best to stifle their laughter, stepping out of the closet with all that she needed.

“Thank you, sir!” she said seriously. “Now come along Mr. Fraser you need to get a clean bill of health before you can be discharged.”

The couple made a hasty exit, returning to the heated area of the hospital where they exchanged mobile numbers. Thankfully, their next date was much longer with no locked supply closets involved.

Before the head was found in the fridge, Dahmer had arrests & convictions

Jeffrey Dahmer’s arrest in July of 1991 was not his first.

In August of 1986, Dahmer was arrested and charged with indecent exposure after exposing himself at Wisconsin State Fair Park.

On September 8, 1986, Dahmer found himself in trouble once again. Milwaukee police paid Dahmer a visit to question him after a complaint was filed in which two 12-year-old boys, Richard Kohn and John Ostland, claimed to see man fitting Dahmer’s description masturbating by a lake at Kinnickinnic River Parkway.

Dahmer claimed that he wasn’t masturbating – but urinating – and that he didn’t know anyone was around to see. Dahmer was charged with disorderly conduct and convicted on March 10, 1987. The court sentenced him to one year probation. As part of his sentence, Dahmer had to undergo mandatory psychotherapy for sexual deviance and impulse control.

Dahmer was assigned to Dr. Evelyn Rosen, who issued some written exams to Dahmer. One of the exams was the Millon Clinical Multiaxial Inventory, which consists of a list of statements. The patient must circle those which best describes themselves and their state of mind.

Dahmer circled the following:

* “Lately I’ve begun to feel lonely and empty.”

* “Ideas keep turning over and over in my mind and they won’t go away.”

* “Looking back on my life, I know I have made others suffer as much as I have suffered.”

* “I keep having strange thoughts I wish I could get rid of.”

Dahmer was reportedly uncooperative during his sessions with Dr. Rosen, remaining silent and evening keeping his back to her. It has been speculated that Dahmer’s lack of cooperation could be attributed to Dr. Rosen’s approach to treating Dahmer, which has been described as “ blatant and habitual nagging.” Dahmer’s session with clinician Kathy Boese at the University of Wisconsin was supposed to have gone much more smoothly.

The clinic’s battery of tests concluded that Dahmer was an articulate individual but he showed little emotion  or had “exceptionally slow” emotional responses. In regards to his own situation, Dahmer was assessed as resentful of the criminal charges against him. The report is quoted as saying: “He resents being told what to do by others and is easily disappointed and hurt.” The report also said that Dahmer had unrealistic expectations for himself and was not in touch with reality.

Dahmer’s next brush with the law was in September of 1988 when 14-year-old Somsack Sinthasomphone led authorities back to Jeffrey Dahmer.

Dahmer had approached Sinthasomphone and offered him $50 to come to his apartment and pose for pictures. Sinthasomphone left Dahmer’s apartment after Dahmer unzipped his pants and tried to grab his penis.

After the teenager managed to get home, his father noticed that something was not quite right with his son. Sinthasomphone had troubled walking and speaking. His father took him to a hospital and the tests there revealed the presence of drugs in Sinthasomphone’s system.

At his apartment, Dahmer served Sinthasomphone Irish Cream spiked with sleeping pills.

Jeffrey Dahmer was arrested that night during his shift at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory. Dahmer claimed that he didn’t know that Sinthasomphone was a minor.

Dahmer’s next round of psychological sessions would be conducted by Dr. Charles Lodl before his sentencing. Dahmer opened up to Dr. Lodl and told him that he was “anxious, tense and depressed” and felt alienated. Dr. Lodl concluded that Dahmer was very disturbed psychologically and seriously in need of therapy.

Dr. Norman Goldfarb assessed Dahmer two months after Dr. Lodl. Dr. Goldfarb’s assessment was that Dahmer was “a seriously disturbed young man. The pressure he perceives seems to be increasing … he must be considered impulsive and dangerous.”

Dahmer once again became difficult during his sessions with Dr. Goldfarb, who found him to be “distant and evasive” and paranoid. Dr. Goldfarb also concluded that Dahmer lacked self control, was extremely impatient and unable to deal with frustration and was disappointed in himself, feeling that he had achieved anything thing in life.

Dahmer was convicted in January of 1989 of second degree aggravated sexual assault and of enticing a child for immoral purposes.

In May of 1989, Dahmer was sentenced to five years’ probation and one year in jail on a work-release program and had to register as a sex offender.

Dahmer was paroled from work-release two months early. Upon his release, he began his five-year probation period, having to attend required meetings with his probation officer, Donna Chester on a regular basis. Dahmer was also required to attend a group therapy session once a month.

Dahmer also had to undergo more psychological testing with Dr. Krembs, who assessed Dahmer as having a very boring and lifeless existence with no social outlets, such as friends or hobbies. The doctor said that Dahmer’s life was “…monomaniacally directed which is excellent breeding ground for depression” and also conclude that “a major relapse just a matter of time.”

Information obtained mostly from “Jeffrey Dahmer” by John Boston/Murderpedia.org

top 10 episodes of brooklyn 99

10. boyle-linetti wedding: maximum boyle’s awful brother-sister sex jokes. hilarious 
9. windbreaker city: the 99 banding together against dickbag feds is a+. also love the episodes where the squad do tactical simulations together 
8. det. dave majors: love me a pining jake. plus jake + rosa bonding, detective majors was a great character, and “no he dumped her, she blamed hurricane sandy on gay marriage” is Iconic ™  
7. beach house: “___ drink amy”
6. the wednesday incident: gina and kevin make this episode 
5. AC/DC: “the doctor said all my bleeding is on the inside, that’s where the blood is supposed to be!”
4. the party: “don’t move as a group! you’re not gazelles!”
3. the oolong slayer: love episodes that show both how genuinely good of a detective jake is and his loyalty to holt. excellent stuff
2. the bet: PINING. JAKE. 
1. the swedes: jake is so mature in this episode??? but still in his goofy jake way????? charles “the unhinged beast of squash” boyle. also jake and rosa’s broship and their mutual disgust over the swedish interpol agents is top notch joke material. “you do NOT want to know what they have in their tooperwares!”

tagging everyone who watches b99 to reblog and add your own ranking + reasons bc this show is a gift 

5 Retro Manga Recs For Grown Ups

When we think “retro,” we think super-old shows for kids. If you’re looking for something with something to suit your grown-up tastes, the panel “20 Retro Manga Recomendations for Grown-Ups” by Xan Villanueva was happy to oblige.

Here are five of our favorite picks for adults from the panel:

Black Jack (1973 - 1983)

A still-beloved medical drama by “god of manga” Osamu Tezuka. Tezuka was a doctor before he was a manga artist, and this is his avatar. Black Jack is an underground unlicensed surgeon—he can do just about anything but you’ll have to pay up.

From Eroica With Love (1976 - 2012)

This LGBT crime comedy greatly influenced slash doujinshi in Japan.  It’s follows a thief who is rich but steals things because it’s fun. Definitely not for kids!

Cooking Papa (1985 - Present)

This cooking comedy features a salaryman named Asuma. Everyday he has an excellent bento box his colleagues think his wife cooked. What no one knows is that his wife can’t cook, and he’s the family chef. Every volume includes recipes, too.

You’re Under Arrest (1986 - 1992)

A story about two beat cops: Natsume can’t drive, and her partner is a driving nut. Oh, and she’s the daughter of a pro-wrestler who uses her moves to subdue criminals.

Pink (1989)

An over-the-top josei story about a woman who wants to feed her pink crocodile (and yes, that’s a double entendre). It’s a very strange and amazing story about how romance doesn’t always go the way you want it to.

(Screenshot via Cooking Papa, which is also an anime.)

—John, AB Staff Blogger

New Beginnings, Part One

Chapter One
“Not Too Insane For You”


Doctor!Sam x Patient!Reader

Word Count: 920

No Warnings (this time)

Beta: @trexrambling​ and @the-winchesterboys[I heart y’all a thousandfold!]

Summary: Dr. Sam Winchester is a forensic psychologist who specializes in the criminally insane committed for life at a local asylum in Lawrence, Kansas. The reader killed her entire family and then burned down her childhood home to cover the evidence. She was recently found not guilty by reason of insanity and ordered by the court to be committed to the asylum for the rest of her life. Dr. Winchester is assigned the reader’s case and his primary goal is to help her work through her issues so that she can come to terms with her crimes and underlining mental illness. But when his continued interactions with her ultimately lead to him falling in love with her, it puts his career in dire jeopardy. Will Sam choose to follow his career path as it was meant to be? Or will he choose to follow his heart? 

A/N:  This first chapter is gonna be a back story to Sam and his family. Next chapter will be the reader’s backstory and how she got where she is. Seeing how this is an AU, I think this is an appropriate way to start off the series.

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If you asked Sam’s older brother Dean about the year 1983, he’d tell you he wished the Earth would’ve disintegrated that year, particularly around May 2nd. He swears everything was right in the world in 1979 and it could’ve ended with no regrets. Of course Sam knew that he was a dumbass because the world ending meant Dean would be gone too, as well as their mother and father. Idiot. But if you asked Sam’s mother Mary and father John about 1983, they’d tell you it was one of the best years in their lives because Mary gave birth to their second healthy baby boy.

Sam had a relatively nominal childhood. Dad was a rookie cop for Lawrence PD working his way up in the ranks while Mom stayed home to raise him and Dean. He got to do everything a normal young boy wanted to do. He went to school, played soccer and basketball, got good grades, and enough friends to make any kid feel wanted. His older brother wanted to be perceived as the ‘bad boy’ of the class. He tried to play pranks and do mischievous little boy things, but being the son of a cop, that didn’t exactly work out in his favor. It only took one phone call from the principal for Dean to get his ass handed to him by John for his short-lived career as a bad boy to end.

Sam always had a knack for helping others. Especially helping others with problems that weren’t always clear to see. It seemed to be in his nature. When he was 12 he’d caught wind of one of his classmates saying she was ‘being told’ to kill herself because ‘my dead sister is lonely’. Not only did he managed to talk her out of jumping off the roof, he convinced her to talk to the principal about getting professional help. He really didn’t want her to die, but more than that, he was interested in a mentally disturbed person’s thought process. What makes them do the things they do on a psychological level? How did their perception of what they believed to be reality clash with what actually was reality?

His brother wasn’t so different, except he got excited when he saw one of his classmates fall off the monkey bars at recess and break his arm. A pretty nasty compound fracture, no less. Dean was the first one to run over and help the poor kid up, but upon seeing his arm all banged up, he ran all over the playground to try and find a splint. But not before he tried, and failed because a teacher thought he was bullying him, to set his arm bone back in place.

So it wasn’t a shock to either of their parents when they both said they wanted to go into the medical field. Sam had his heart set on something psychology related, while Dean fancied the emergency medical side. When Dean got a full ride to Stanford’s medical school, Sam was inspired to apply after he graduated from Lawrence High School as his class’ valedictorian. John and Mary weren’t surprised at all when he not only got accepted into the program, but was also offered a full ride. When Sam and Mary took a trip to California and ultimately toured the campus, Sam had a hard time deciding if he wanted to be a doctor…or a lawyer. 

“Well Sammy,” Mary said, “you do have a full ride. You can pursue anything you want here. Stanford is an excellent school. There’s no stopping you from fulfilling your educational dreams.”

Sam decided he could have his cake and eat it too. He chose to become a forensic psychologist. Working within the criminal justice system as a licensed medical professional. He knew he had a lot of schooling ahead of him to acquire all of the licenses and degrees necessary to be what he wanted to be. Right around the time Dean was finishing up his internship at Douglas County Regional Medical Center and working towards residency in the ER, Sam finally earned his final degree. He walked across the stage, dressed in his cardinal and white cap and gown, his parents the proud witnesses to his accomplishments. He was no longer just Samuel Winchester. He officially became Dr. Samuel Winchester, MD. He had a bachelor’s and a master’s degree in Psychology, and minors in forensic science and psychiatry.

Shortly after the graduation celebrations ended, Sam was packing up his studio apartment in Palo Alto and heading back to Lawrence, where he’d caught wind of an psychologist opening at the local asylum. He wanted to have a long distance relationship with his girlfriend Jessica Moore, who was a nursing major with one more year left to go, but she didn’t want that. She wanted him to stay in California with her. But they just never saw eye to eye on it. So they decided to mutually end their relationship. It was tough at first, but he knew it was for the best for both of them. Sam knew if he went back to Lawrence, he’d never see her again anyway. And she knew that. Why else would she want him to stay in Cali?

Driving into city limits of his hometown was like a breath of fresh air. He’d always loved how beautiful and free being in California felt, but like the movie lines go, “there’s no place like home.” 

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Part 8

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  2,072

Author’s Note:  I had so much fun writing this part! I hope you enjoy it, too ^^

Table of Contents Here

Pavel arriving with the drinks snapped you from your alcohol-induced space out.

“Good job, Pav,” Jim congratulated him. “You didn’t drop any this time!”

“Practice makes perfect!” the young man exclaimed, placing the tray in the middle of the table.

You didn’t grab for one of the beers quite yet, still feeling pleasantly numb.

“What the hell was that thing?” Nyota asked. “That shot?”

“I don’t know,” you said, pacing your words so they came out in the right order. “Pavel ordered it. Apparently it was like, ninety percent? Looked like a damn triple.”

“You idiots are gonna go blind,” McCoy growled from across the table. “And you need to be more careful,” he pointed at you. “You’re still undergoing treatment.”

“Y’ said I’d be fine,” you waved the doctor off. “Have a beer, enjoy yourself, Doc.”

Jim snorted and elbowed Scotty.

“Bottoms up,” the captain said, waiting for Scotty to grab a glass.

“I don’ know if-”

“Shut up and drink, Scotty, that’s an order.”

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thestartrekwarsnerd  asked:

Prompt: anything Victorian Johnlock 😊 It's my weaknessss

“Well, really, John,” Sherlock scoffs. “It’s true, I am hardly in it.”

John rolls his eyes. “It was necessary, dear. If you were there from the very beginning, you would have deduced that it was merely a dog with some paint-”

Sherlock huffs and crosses his arms. “I was there from the very beginning!”

“Exactly. How would that have sold? A few measly paragraphs in the Strand and-”

“Oh, what are you two on about now?” Mrs Hudson chuckles, bustling in with afternoon tea.

Sherlock snatches up a scone. “I am objecting to Dr Watson’s version of “the dog one”-”

“The Hound of the Baskervilles.” 

“Oh, aren’t you always,” Mrs Hudson half placates, half chuckles. 

She leaves soon enough, and they sip their tea in companionable silence.

John clears his throat. “Sherlock. Let me take you out tonight.” 

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, but he’s smiling. “Oh? Planning to buy my adulation for your work, Doctor?”

“Heavens, no, I wouldn’t waste my time on that. You have a subscription to the Strand yourself, don’t think I haven’t noticed. In any case, I hear the opera is excellent tonight. Dinner and a show?”

Sherlock chuckles, and stands to draw the curtains. “You are incorrigible, my dear Watson,” he whispers, and leans in for a kiss.