I’ve been having a rough couple weeks health-wise and haven’t been in the greatest of moods. Imagine my surprise to see a package on my door yesterday, and discovering it was art from the incomparable CAT (@drawallthesorikus).
Thank you, awesome human. This cheered me up so much and now I have something to look at when I’m feeling up to writing. <3
There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.
Warning: The feelings are going to hit you like a freight train
A/N: I woke up from a nap and in 4.5 hours I cranked it out and just had to publish it. Sorry for any errors. Enjoy!!
Summary: You are an emergency room nurse receiving a patient from a local care facility. All you’ve been told is that he is a 29 year old male in an unresponsive coma for the last 3 years, and about 20 minutes ago his heart started to race uncontrollably. As the rest of your staff work on getting him transferred to the hospital gurney, start an IV, and getting him hooked up to the heart monitor, you speak with one of the paramedics that brought him in.
“Alright, tell me what you know.”
“29 year old male named Dean Winchester. Was in a car accident with his father and brother three years ago. Car versus semi, and he’s the only one to make it. He’s been in a non-responsive coma this entire time. He has a feeding tube, but can breath normally on his own. A nurse said she went in to give him a bed bath and his heart just ‘went nuts’.”
You could tell by the tone of his voice he was leaving something out. “And? What else?”
“Unofficially, that nurse is a bitch. She is one of the meanest people I’ve ever met and we hate having to deal with her when we go there. Knowing her she probably shook him around and roughed him up.”
“Lovely.” You gave him a tight smile and moved back to your patient.
“Dean, my name is Y/N. I’m going to be taking care of you okay.”
replaying BBS0.2 and I’m just now realizing that when it zooms in on Ven during the trio scene, his eyes. actually. move. a couple times. it’s super subtle and I probably only noticed this time because I was sitting right in front of my tv BUT???
I thought it was strange enough that his eyes were open in the first place if the illusion was just representing his physical self as Aqua remembered him last (like Terra) bECAUSE HIS EYES HAVE NOT OPENED SINCE HE WENT TO SLEEP
SO IF TERRA AND AQUA WERE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE
BUT VEN WAS THERE
ARE YOU TELLING ME VEN MIGHT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HEAR THEM BUT HE JUST COULDNT RESPOND BECAUSE HE’S SLEEPIKLSDL’L;AKDJFA
Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
yes, you love Stevie Nicks, we know, you love Stevie Nicks so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stevie, we KNOW, you love Stevie you fucking love Stevie, ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEVIE NICKS. WE GET IT.
Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky takes you by surprise while you’re walking home from class.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,289
A/N: Well here it is! The first deleted scene from “A Lesson in Love”. I imagine this happening some time between “The Unintentional Run-In” and “The Little Things (Part One)”. I hope you babes enjoy it!
@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this like the beautiful queen you are.
The sun is nowhere to be found when you finally get out of class. In your eyes, this is the sole downfall that comes with winter - day turns into night while you’re stuck in a room with a professor who really loves the sound of his own voice.
Instead of thinking about the excessive amount of homework Professor Loki had assigned at the end of class, you tilt your head back and look up at the stars decorating the night sky. Tonight, they’re the only things keeping you company on your way back to your dorm. As soon as this thought crosses your mind, your slow stroll becomes a speed walk. You’ve attended enough of Natasha’s self-defense classes to know that being a female and walking alone at night is the worst combination imaginable. You’ve also heard more than your fair share of horror stories to know that this has a high possibility of ending badly.
Lance jerks awake with a loud gasp, chest rising and falling in time with his rapid heart as the lingering vision of his mother fades away against reality. When his surroundings steady within his wavering vision, his heart plummets in his chest. He’s not home. He’s in space, acting as a defender of the universe.
But, he thinks as he presses a shaking palm to his cheek. He can still feel the faint touch of his mother’s gentle hand caressing his burning cheek. There’s a slight tingle, and his lips curl up into a soft smile that contrasts his eyes brimming with tears.
Very slowly, Lance shifts his gaze to the right until his eyes fall onto Keith sitting in a chair placed beside his bed. Lance blinks tiredly, again again, and with each fall and rise of his drooping lids, his surroundings shimmer and sway until they are morphing into a small bedroom holding a twin-size bed and a bunk bed. One glance up, and Lance can make out the glow in the dark star stickers littering his ceiling.
“Estoy en casa,” he rasps out, blood-shot eyes lazily moving about the room.
“Lance, what? Did you just speak Spanish?”
Lance can see that Keith is still there, a sore thumb sticking out in familiar surroundings. He’s not entirely sure why Keith is here, but who cares? He motions weakly with one hand.
“¿No ves, Keith? Estoy en casa.”
Keith’s lips part slightly in silent surprise. His brows come together in a wavering crease of concern as he takes in Lance’s dull, almost lifeless, eyes looking about in a numbing, distant stare. Before he knows what’s happening, he’s standing on shaking legs and stumbling out the door to get help.
The other paladins stare down at Lance with varying looks of concern before Shiro carefully takes a spot on the edge of the bed.
“Lance, buddy? How are you feeling?”
Lance blinks slowly at Shiro’s words, and he shrugs. “No tan bien.”
“See? He’s only speaking Spanish!”
Frowning, Lance turns toward Keith, and he tilts his head slightly in question. But, when a cool hand cups his cheek, he moves along with the gentle guidance until he’s once again facing Shiro.
Shiro can already feel the heat of the fever against his finger tips, but he slides a palm to the brunet’s forehead to confirm the worst. An intense heat coats his palm in an instant, and he pulls his hand away with a low hiss.
“He’s on fire,” he murmurs under his breath, and Lance shakes his head rapidly in reply while wrapping his arms around himself.
“No, tengo frío.”
“What do we do?” Pidge asks, heart sinking in her chest as she watches the scene unfold about her worried eyes.
“We need to get his fever down somehow.” Shiro answers, eyes never leaving the flushed yet worryingly pale face sitting before him.
“I feel like I’ve been run over. Or stabbed. Repeatedly.”
Keith shoots forward in his chair just as Hunk all but dives onto the end of the bed, and Lance jumps in surprise, body going almost rigid, a clear contrast to his racing heart.
“You’re speaking English…” Keith says as he moves his face impossibly close to Lance’s, narrow eyes taking in every single portion of the brunet’s face.
“Yes?” Lance asks, rough voice sliding upwards slightly in pitch.
Hunk is off the bed and out the door in seconds, and Keith and Lance can hear his faint shouts from Lance’s room.