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lokthaire  asked:

So I have a question if you're willing to divulge the information (and it's perfectly understandable if you don't wish to!), but a friend and I were having a discussion about reptiles and we got talking about Iguanas and although we were both youngish at the time you would see them EVERYWHERE cheap and being panned as these great animals (to ME Iguanas are a reptile for masochists) but anyways, this lead to us realizing that Tegu are starting to become the new iguana.. 1/2

2/2 they’re starting to become readily available, cheap, and have a cool factor to them. So if possible -and any larger reptile owner feel free to add to this! Would you be willing to tell of what your weekly, monthly, and yearly expenses as well as anything else that popped up that you didn’t expect just to show people that it’s not just a cool looking animal but a potentially and certainly expensive reptile to own? I understand this can be a personal topic and understand not wanting to share.

OH MY GOD I FEEL THE SAME WAY tegus really do not need to become the new iguanas. This is a fantastic question and I’m thrilled to answer it.

SO. Weekly expenses… don’t really work out because a lot of purchases are made in bulk (food, etc.) every month or couple of months, but here’s a basic overview of how much things cost the first year I had her. Well. If I’d done things ideally- remember, I was foolish and tried to free roam her. HAD I done things appropriately with a cage, here’s how much it would have been. As it was, I did end up spending more than this trying to make free roaming work. Which most of the time it absolutely does not and I’m glad I stopped when I did.

Enclosure- I spent about 130ish on the grow tent and another 60ish bucks in materials to fix it up. That is absolutely the cheapest tegu setup you can make, and it’s not ideal for everyone- most enclosures you should plan for the 600+ dollar range. A PVC cage from a place like BeegerBoxes runs about a grand. I buy two 60 dollar lightbulbs a year, plus another 11 for her halogens and 10 for her CHE. The four dome lights cost me about 60 in total. The substrate I use costs 66 bucks every time the entire thing gets changed out. The swimming pool was about 25 and her water dish was I wanna say like… 20? Her big fake log was 35 and… ok I have no idea how much that footstool she stole is, but the crinkle tube was about 10 bucks. 

Total initial setup cost: 527 (in nearly ALL cases it will be more, I just lucked out with the grow tent idea.)

Then there’s vet checks! I needed a carrier, and the one I liked best (has a harness clip, comfy fleece pad, and places for heat packs if necessary) ran me about 35. I spent about 80 a visit and she goes at least once a year.  But wait! She hurt her lip! Add another 200 in followup visits and medication! I keep a few hundred bucks in an emergency savings account for vet visits. That’s non-negotiable. I put that aside in the first year I had her- it’s sitting pretty at 400 plus interest. 

By the end of the first few months, I’d spent about $832. Factoring in the savings account, that’s $1232. That’s not even including Juju OR the nonessentials. All the extra stuff? That cost more.

Then the food. I have some receipts for this- in the first year alone, Kaiju ate about 60 dollars’ worth of rats, about 100 dollars’ worth of reptilinks, and god only knows how much fruits, veggies, fish, and other stuff I could get at the grocery store. Let’s call the annual food bill 240? I might be lowballing that. So by the end of the first year, that puts her at like… $1492. Almost fifteen hundred dollars in the first year alone. Over twelve months, that works out to about $124 a month. Putting that in perspective: that’s about the cost of two additional Comcast bills. It’s like paying for two extra internet connections from a company that sees price gouging as a way of life. Can you afford two extra Comcast bills an entire month for a year? If no, then probably don’t get a tegu.

Now, that does peter down over the years- I don’t start from scratch every summer. But I do change out that bedding four times a year (or more if she doesn’t brumate), and I do buy two new MVBs every year- those are the 60 dollar lightbulbs. And she still eats probably about 300 dollars of food a year. She also gets an annual wellness visit. So that makes the minimum yearly cost about $764 (the ASPCA averages small dogs to be about $580 per year, to put that in perspective) and that’s again not counting extra stuff I buy to make her life more interesting. That’s about $64 a month… which is almost one additional Comcast bill. Can you afford an additional Comcast bill every month for the next 10+ years? Tegus are not cheap pets to maintain; to have a good quality of life, they need some seriously good care. There’s ways to do it cheaper, but if you’re impulse-buying a big reptile, you very likely do not have the know-how to do safely! You can certainly breed and grow much of your own food- that’ll help save money- but that also has initial startup costs, and requires the time and space that a lot of people just don’t have. I’m not saying they aren’t amazing pets- I mean, Juju’s the best thing to ever happen to me- but I am saying that they’re a commitment that shouldn’t be undertaken lightly.

And THEN there’s another monthly cost: Energy bills. Mine are included in my rent so I don’t actually know how much that is. So I can’t be much help there, unfortunately!  But that can get really expensive.

TL,DR: First year? Two extra Comcast bills per month. Rest of her life? One extra Comcast bill per month. If you can’t commit to that, then don’t get a tegu.


Pairings: Robb Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Colors highlight significant points in your relationship with Robb

Warnings: None. PS: (Y/F/N) = your father’s name

Word Count: 2,085

Author’s Note: So I’ve seen some people do imagines where they do one significant color and how it has been a part of a ship’s relationship over its duration. But I didn’t want to just do one color, so I thought I would do several colors and their significance. Ps, sorry if the timing of winters/summers is off cuz idk when the seasons were/how long they lasted in the past. Also, I made up a holiday because lol I needed one for the feast.

***Gifs are not mine***

White. White was all you could see for miles as you and your father rode to Winterfell. It was your first time seeing snow, as you had been born during the summer. Plus, your home was hundreds of miles from the Stark keep.

Your father and Lord Eddard had fought together during Robert’s rebellion. Unbeknownst to your parents, they had conceived you right before your father left to fight. By the time your mother knew, he had been gone for weeks. Safe to say, your father was overjoyed (although very surprised) when he came home to find his first child, a beautiful baby girl, had been born.

At the time you and your father visited Winterfell, you were seven years old. Whispers of a betrothal had been exchanged, but both parties wanted to give you two a chance to meet before any plans were made. You knew you were to be gracious and ladylike as you had been raised. But for the time, you just stared at the snow in wonder.

Originally posted by forever-winter-wonderland

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This Needs to End - Luke Hemmings

Hi guys! This one was requested from this post that I posted the other day. The other requests are in the works, and may be a little overdue, but they will be written. Hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: You’re Ashton’s little sister who started to date Luke, but Ashton finds out and tells Luke to break up with you or he loses his friendship with Ashton.

Being Ashton’s little sister had its benefits. Getting to see what his day is like as a musician, being able to go to various events, and meeting all types of people. You were used to only being able to see him on holidays and staying with him for the summer but you made the spontaneous decision to move out to LA. Vivian, one of your friends that you had met through Ashton was more than happy and welcoming to allow you to stay with her until you earned enough to add onto your savings to buy your own little home.

“Thanks again for letting me live with you Viv, I really appreciate it,” you told her, “I was aching to leave Australia and be somewhere new.”

“No problem Y/N, I’m just glad I have a roommate now,” she said putting her arm around you, pulling you into a side hug as you guys stood in the kitchen.

She pulled away from you as the two of you began to make something to eat. As the both of you sat down to eat, your phone rang next to you and a picture of you and Ashton came on the screen. 



“Whoa, tone it down, still too early for excitement,” you laughed while you dug into your pancakes.

“Sorry, I’m just excited that me and my sister kind of live together again,” he said back.

“Indirectly live together I guess, we’re just in the same city.”

“I know! It’s just weird a bit since it’s been a couple of years since I stopped seeing you everyday. Anyways, I wanted to ask if you were doing today?”

“Didn’t really have anything planned, still have to unpack some stuff but you and I both know that it won’t be unpacked until I actually need that item.”

“Alright then, do you and Viv want to meet up with us? We can go downtown or something, get some lunch, go bar hopping later tonight?”

You put your phone away from your ear to ask Vivian if she wanted to tag along, and she nodded.

“Yeah we’ll meet up with you downtown around 1?”

“Sounds good, we’ll see you later then!”

You looked at the time on your phone once you hung up seeing that it was 9 in the morning, so you still had a couple hours to kill. After eating, you actually decided to unpack your boxes and suitcases thinking that you’d probably hate yourself later if you didn’t do it now. Vivian helped you get your room together by going through the boxes and asking where you wanted them to go.

“Hey who’s this?”

You looked up from the box you were sorting through, and saw Vivian holding a picture frame. You got up and went to her side and saw what it was and gently took it out of her hands.

“Uh, just a friend,” you told her, throwing that frame into your “crap drawer”.

“A friend that you kiss on the mouth?” She crossed her arms, displaying a smile on her face waiting for an explanation from you.

“Ok, that was my previous boyfriend,” you told her, ceasing your actions from unpacking, “and also my first boyfriend. Who I was with for 3 years until he broke up with me like 7 months ago because he lost feelings, meanwhile I kept growing feelings.”

“Oh you told me about him before, Devin right? Couldn’t really recognize him with you sucking his face off in the picture,” she joked.

You looked up at her and rolled my eyes, “funny Viv.”

“And you still brought the picture with you?”

“He was my first boyfriend, 3 years, it was a memorable moment in my life. I’m not one of those girls who just throws away everything after a relationship ends. But trust me I moved on, I just keep it for memories.”

“You couldn’t have at least chose a picture where you weren’t kissing him?”

You laughed and shook your head because she did have a point, “true.”

“But hey, you’re in LA now, this place is filled with all kinds of cute boys.”

“Really? I heard from so many people that LA is filled with stuck up and fake people.”

“True, but you just gotta really dig and find the good ones.”

A few hours went by and your alarm went off, reminding you that you needed to get ready if you wanted to meet up with your brother in time.

“It’s already 11:30, wanna start getting ready?” You asked Vivian who was still going through a box.

“Yeah,” she breathed out while getting up, “I’m tired of being on my knees.”

“That’s a first,” you joked with her and started going towards your mini vanity area that you set up in front of your window.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, playfully hitting you on the arm after your unnecessary comment while she made her way to her own room.

You guys got ready within 30 minutes and decided to leave ASAP to beat the LA traffic especially at lunch hour.

Once you had finally arrived Downtown, Ashton texted you that he and the guys were at a sushi restaurant. You walked to the restaurant and instantly found them when Ashton yelled your name the moment you walked in.

“Y/N!” He yelled, throwing his hands in the air and walking towards you to give you a hug.

You exchanged a smile and a hug with him, going towards the table to greet everyone else. Ashton, Michael, and Calum sat on the side of the table with booths, while you sat in between Vivian and Luke on the chairs.

Once you all received your food and drifted off into various conversations, you noticed that Luke was pretty quiet for most of the time.

“So Luke,” you started, picking up your sushi with chopsticks, “what’s new with you? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

“Uh, yeah. My sleeping schedule is a bit messed up, so I basically just woke up like an hour ago.”

“Oh yeah me too, I can definitely tell I’m gonna have trouble sleeping. This 17 hour time difference is about to take its toll on me.”

Luke’s POV

When did Y/N get so pretty? And not that she wasn’t pretty before now and I know she visits every summer but still, a year is a big time gap.

She pretty much still looks the same, nothing’s really different about her. Same hair, same style, same personality. I don’t know what it is and I don’t know why it took until now for me to see it, but damn, I wish I noticed it a long time ago.

I tend to get pretty shy around girls that I find attractive and I’m mentally kicking myself for her noticing how quiet I’ve been for most of lunch.

I lie about my sleeping schedule because I’m not gonna tell her “Uh yeah I just noticed how really pretty you look and I don’t wanna get distracted by it and possibly say something stupid.”

She continues talking to me for the rest of lunch and I really hope that this feeling doesn’t grow into anything bigger. Ashton would have me by the head if he ever found out.


Once you finished lunch, you guys started walking around downtown going to various stores and seeing which bars you should go to. You kept Luke company most of the time since he seemed pretty quiet and distant so you didn’t want him to be left out. It’s not that you didn’t talk to him at all, but you didn’t talk to Luke 24/7, and in all honesty, this is probably the most you’ve ever talked to him in a whole day. He still had his Aussie accent, but of course living in a different country would definitely affect you.

You two walked side by side down the streets, talking to each other while keeping your eyes ahead of you to see where you were walking. You entered the first bar of the night and Ashton instantly ordered pints for all of you.

“I fucking hate beer,” you told him after the bartender had left.

“Then why’d you agree to go bar hopping?” Ashton asked.

“Because you wanted to hang out with me!”

“We could have done something else!” Ashton laughed, “oh well, for tonight you like beer.”

The bartender came back with all the beers and you all celebrated to you moving out here, clinking glasses with each other and exchanging multiple “cheers”.

After a couple of hours being at the same bar, you came to terms that you guys weren’t gonna go to any other ones seeing that this bar played really good music and Ashton and Calum were taking full advantage of it, basically by giving the whole place a live show. Crystal met up with you guys and she was talking to Michael and Vivian on the other side of the bar, and you were still with Luke, not that you were complaining, you were really enjoying getting to know him better.

“So why did you want to move out here in the first place?” He asked, setting down his beer back on the counter.

“Um, I guess I just wanted a little change in life. And I’ve always wanted to move somewhere eventually, and with Ashton out here and me living with Vivian, it makes it a bit easier and less scary to live somewhere different.”

“That’s nice, and thanks to Ash you also have a lot of friends too.”

“Yeah, like you,” you smiled at him and nudged his arm with your elbow and your swore that he blushed at that, and you can’t deny that he looks pretty cute when he blushes.

“Yeah we have gotten pretty close within one day haven’t we?”

“Yeah, but I like it. I like you,” You told him. You were pushing your limit and with this beer making you feel relaxed, you didn’t care. 

He blushed again before saying, “I like you too.”

The way he said it was different than how he has been talking all day. His voice was deeper and quieter as if he only wanted you to hear those four words. Thank God Ashton was preoccupied with being a public embarrassment from singing with Calum, otherwise he would’ve dragged you out of this bar if he heard Luke say that to you.

You two continued awkwardly staring at each other until you noticed him bite his lip before saying something to him.

“Sooo,” you dragged out, “should we make some excuse to leave here together?” you said looking at him with hopeful eyes.

At first he looked a bit taken back by your question since it made his eyes go a bit wide, until he got up out of nowhere and waved at Ashton who was making his way towards you guys.

“Hey Ash! Y/N isn’t feeling well, I think maybe it might’ve been the sushi,” Luke told Ashton and he quickly glanced down at you and you played along by putting your hands on your stomach and leaning your body against Luke as if you were going to throw up anytime soon.

“Oh shit, I kind of had too many beers to drive you home, let me go get Vivian.” And Ashton quickly turned around to walk towards her until you interrupted him.

“No! It’s okay Ash, she’s on the other side and I really feel like I won’t make it if I don’t leave now.”

He ran his hand through his hair feeling bad that he could be no help for you, “ok well, I’ll just call you later when I get home okay?” He told you before giving you a quick hug.

You walked out with Luke and continued walking down a bit before you stopped holding onto your stomach, faking the sickness.

“Wow, I have to give you props for that, that was a pretty good act,” you told him.

“Thanks, I was just really eager to get out of there so I could be with just you.” You blushed at that before he pulled out his phone to call for an Uber. 

Nearly an hour later you two finally arrived back at Vivian’s place, or your place too now.

“Do you want something to drink? Or eat if you’re hungry?” You asked him, walking further into the apartment into the kitchen to get yourself a cup of juice to get rid of the taste of beer. Even though you hated beer, when you started drinking it you couldn’t help but feeling that you had to finish it.

“No thanks I’m good,” he said following you into the kitchen.

You sat on top of the counter next to where Luke was, sipping on your juice before setting it down in the sink beside you. You turned back towards him and and instantly his eyes gazed down to your lips, and you followed his actions by looking at his also. 

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, inching his face closer to yours. 

You nodded your head and he moved to stand in between your legs and his grip was on your thighs while your hands were linked behind his neck. Eventually you pulled back and looked at him, no words had to be said for what happened next.

You lead him to your room and pieces of both yours and his clothing were discarded and thrown to the bedroom floor. What happened tonight was definitely not expected when just ten hours ago he was quiet and shy around you.

You woke up with your arm and leg thrown over Luke’s body while his arm was under your neck and his lips were slightly touching your forehead. You woke up because you heard the sound of a door opening and closing followed by footsteps getting closer to your door. And before you knew it, Vivian opened the door and to say she was surprised was an understatement to what her face really looked like. You put your finger to your lips to prevent her from saying something before she quietly left the room. You slowly unlatched yourself from Luke, grabbing your robe hanging from the back of your door and walked out to Vivian in the kitchen.

“What the fuck Y/N!” She whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake up the guest in your bed, “you slept with Luke! I don’t know if I should be happy for you or scolding you for sleeping with your brother’s bandmate!”

“Well to be honest, I didn’t know that this was going to happen last night. But when you sat with Michael and Crystal, I stayed with Luke and we talked the whole entire time. Then eventually I basically asked him if he wanted to leave with me and he made up some excuse to Ashton for me and him to leave together.”

She listened, nodded her head, and said “mhmm” at random moments for me to keep explaining.

“And then we came back here and it… happened,” I shrugged my shoulders and waited for her response.

“Wait, so Ashton doesn’t know that he’s here then?” She asked me.

“Probably not. He probably thinks that he went home after he took me home. Well technically an Uber took me home but… You can’t tell him Viv! Not even Michael, Calum, or your mother or anyone.”

“Jesus Christ Y/N, of course I’m not gonna tell anyone, Ashton will kill him and then possibly come for you.”

“Thank you,” you said, hugging her, “wait, did you just get home?”

She pulled back from the hug, looked at you, and went straight to her room before you figured out what her whereabouts were last night.

“Oh so you can have fun but I can’t?” You said after her.

“Whatever Y/N, it’s not like I scolded you anyways.”

You went back to your own room and saw that Luke was now awake putting on his clothes. You were a bit disappointed and hurt seeing that he was about to up and leave and didn’t want to stay for a bit longer. But you didn’t really think it through. Sleeping with your brother’s bandmate and best friend? What did you expect?

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Oh, good morning,” he said turning around, walking towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Heading out?”

“Yeah, we’re supposed to be in the studio today,” he said, still looking at you.

You pursed your lips together and nodded your head, by the look on your face and silent response he probably knew what was going on in your head. He hugged you, placing his hand on your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

“Don’t worry, if I didn’t have to go to the studio I would have definitely stayed. But if you want maybe we could do something later? I could pick up some food and come back here? And just not have Ash know…” He asked you.

“Oh good, I’m glad we’re on the same page about not having my brother yell at us. But yeah, that sounds good,” you told him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you when he reassured you that he would have stayed if he didn’t have plans.

A month went by and you and Luke were getting pretty good at sneaking around. You tagged along whenever Ashton asked if you wanted to hang out with the four of them or come to the studio and hang out there, you and Luke made sure to thoroughly plan and go through an excuse to tell Ashton if he ever asked the two of you why you don’t want to go out in order to spend the night at your apartment. Everything was going pretty great.

Until one day Luke slipped up.

Luke went over to Ashton’s to write a song together since they always wrote in twos. But he left his phone on the coffee table to use the bathroom. And you had always warned him to change the text settings to say “iMessage” whenever he’d get a text instead of showing a preview of it. Or at least change your name to something else to make it look like Luke was texting another girl. But he always promised you that he always kept his phone on him, except for this one time.

Ashton’s POV

Luke’s phone kept going off so I went to turn it to vibrate.

“Hey Luke!”

“Are you still staying the night? I’m thinking maybe we could try one of those couple challenges on YouTube.”

“For shits and giggles 🤗”

What the hell? Why was Y/N texting Luke? I mean not that I mind that she talks to my friends but “staying the night” and “couple challenges”? Why was Y/N texting Luke that?

I heard Luke walking down the hallway, so I turned around on the couch to face him with his phone in my hand.

“Hey man, can we talk for a second?”

And there’s that request! I’m going to make this two parts because I felt like this one is already long enough and I like leaving a little cliff hanger haha. But let me know what you thought about this one!


Happy March 4th!

Happy March 4th, y’all! On this day in 2005, Rose Tyler met the Doctor.

Originally posted by runnslp

To celebrate, I spent the morning introducing @sandalhat101, who’d never seen Doctor Who, to the fandom. We watched the first three episodes! It was great to go back and relive the olden days. ((One day she shall know my pain…)) I mean, what? :P

In addition, I’d like to share a bit of something I’ve been working on. It’s a JE fixit fic in which Rose was the one who was pregnant on the beach, instead of Jackie. She gives birth to a boy, who’s nearly eight years old when the stars start going out. It’s Mickey who does the dimension hopping instead of Rose, since she has a child to think of, and he finds the Doctor immediately following the events of Midnight. Mickey gives the hopper to the Doctor, who then gets recalled to Pete’s world, which is where the excerpt begins. I hope you like it!

WIP Excerpt (2531 words)

He materialized on an empty, quiet street. Actually, materialize was too kind a word for the way he burst into being, feeling physically shredded on a level to match his mental disorganization. It felt apt, in a way, allowing his physiology to go to pieces, unable to keep himself from stumbling to his knees on the pavement. Even though his superior time senses prevented him from being sick like Mickey, he took a moment, crumpled there on the stone, to just be. Here, in Rose’s universe, no entity, no companions, no TARDIS. He’d taken Rose’s instructions to never let himself be alone. She’d been right, as she usually was, but after all these years he was so tired of running. Of putting on the performance, always being all right, never letting himself feel what he felt for fear of giving into madness. Safe in the knowledge that Rose was here, somewhere, the Doctor finally allowed himself to shatter.

“Are you okay, Mister?” The quiet, cautious voice of a child broke into the miasma of his consciousness, and quite right, too. Here he was, going to pieces on a perfectly respectable suburban sidewalk, while Rose needed him. He wondered how much the child had seen – if he’d seen a man appear out of seemingly thin air and then collapse into a shuddering heap. He was being remarkably calm if so.

He let out a shaking laugh. It was easier to pull himself back together with the child’s presence at his shoulder, and he was appropriately grateful. “No. No, I’m really not all right.” There was a sort of subtle triumph in saying the words at last. He drew in great gasps of air, trying to bring himself back under control.

“Do you need a Doctor?”

He almost misses it, the subtle capitalization the child’s tone lends the term, but the next words don’t leave any room for doubt. “My dad’s a doctor, we-l-l properly speaking he’s the Doctor, but I’ve found other people who want you to call them doctor get cross when you imply there’s only one proper Doctor. Mum says the Doctor helps everyone, though, so he’d help you too, or would do if there was one in this universe. There’s so many different universes, with different versions of people, but not the Doctor, he’s a Time Lord, you see, and his ego is so big it can’t be divided up among different bits of him around different universes. That’s how Mum explained it to me, anyway.” A sniff. “As if I didn’t understand the concept of multidimensional nontransferrence.”

His mind was spinning worse than it had been when he popped out of the Void – he heard every word the child said and it all added up to perfectly rational English sentences (especially the last bit about multidimensional nontransferrence, which he thought was inspired), but at the same time it didn’t make any sense because it was impossible.


He didn’t realize he’d spoken the query aloud until the impossible voice continued, “oh, it’s all quite simple really. You see, Mum told me all the Time Lords had gone, and that they were the ones who used to keep an eye on all the different dimensions. It wasn’t that much of a stretch to infer that they must all have had to stay in one place, the prime universe, if you will, because if there were multiple versions of themselves running about keeping an eye on things separately then they would keep stepping on each other and mucking everything up. Mustn’t cross the streams and all that. I guess that’s why Mum keeps insisting we watch that one movie with the ghosts over and over.”

The unbroken stream of words faded into silence as the child seemed to become lost in thought for a moment, and the Doctor took the time to try to come to terms with what had just happened. In the space of less than twenty-four hours, he’d visited a leisure planet orbiting an Xtonic star, had his mind invaded by a malevolent mystery entity, discovered that Void travel was not only possible, but feasible, been presented with the prospect of finally being reunited with Rose after so long, and nothing, nothing, about all of it has shocked him more than being schooled in basic M-theory by a child. A child who spoke of the Doctor and Time Lords as facts. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the boy, was quite incapable of motion at all, in fact, because he’d just managed to convince himself that it all might be true but with this encounter all that hard-won certainty was slipping away.

“Hey, are you okay? Sorry, there I go again, Mum’s always saying I’ve got this gob from someone but she won’t tell me who. It does seem to have a mind of its own though, because here I am babbling on when you might need a doctor. So do you want me to get you one? A doctor that is. If you need the proper Doctor you’re out of luck, I’m afraid, because I can’t go get my… Dad?

The child put his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder and the Doctor turned his head to look at him in the same instant. A charge, like an electrostatic current but ten times more potent, jumped between them, but the Doctor barely felt it. Didn’t need to feel it. Slumped on his knees so that he was looking up into the face of this extraordinary boy, he felt his hearts lodge themselves in his throat.

He has her eyes.

That single thought knocked every other one out of his head – given the state of his mind right then, not the feat it could have been but nevertheless impressive. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d drowned in those honey chocolate eyes and there they were: staring out at him from the face of a six year old boy.

He was so drunk on the sight of those eyes it took him a moment to realize that the face they were set in had the same bone structure he saw in the mirror every day.

What.” The word was hardly a puff of air. His gaze drifted up to discover hair sticking out at all angles like his did when he’s been running his hands through it, except that it was…


“Yup!” Apparently unperturbed, the boy rocked back on his heels slightly, even popping the ‘p’ and leaving the Doctor to wonder absurdly if the tick was somehow a genetic trait or if Rose had picked it up and passed it along, because that’s the sort of thing one did when the world has been turned upside down. “Mum said she laughed herself sick when she saw, but I don’t remember, being so young at the time and all. I’m not sure what exactly is so funny about recessive alleles but apparently they’re supposed to keep me from being rude? Or at least that’s what she says when I’m being rude. Allegedly. Most of the time I think she’s just being sensitive.”

The Doctor let out a stuttered breath which was the closest he could get to laughter without bursting into tears. This had the potential to be the most fantastic thing ever to have happened in his life (well, with the exception of one or two other notable instances) and he was in absolutely no condition to properly appreciate it.

The boy next to him was practically vibrating with excitement and the Doctor could only admire his restraint in the face of his own obvious discomfort. Once his emotions were working properly again through the haze currently clouding his brain, he knew he would be harbouring quite a towering state of rage against the entity who had stolen what should have been, not just one, but two joyous meetings. Instead, he climbed unsteadily to his feet, trying his level best to keep it as much together in front of the child who could only be (he can’t believe he’s admitting it, even to himself) his son - if the nascent bond that had just tried to jump between them through four layers of clothing was anything to go by.

He wished fiercely that he could give the boy the attention he deserved, all the more so since he had apparently missed quite a large portion of his childhood (and oh, how his hearts ached at that thought,) but his miniature double didn’t seem disappointed. On the contrary, he was grinning up at the Doctor as though he personally had hung the sun and stars. The hearts that had been squeezed to nothing in his chest did awkward flip flops. He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder instead, feeling again the jolt of the bond that tried to connect even so far from their telepathic centers, and looked seriously into the eyes that he so adored.

“You know… who I am, then?” he asked, unsure of how to broach such a massively emotional topic.

“'Course I do! Mum knew you’d come back someday, wanted me to know everything about you so I’d be ready when you did – or if we figured a way back first. Not one to sit around and do nothing, Mum.”

The Doctor felt a small, but genuine smile cross his face for the first time in a very long time. “No, certainly not,” he agreed.

“I mean, obviously, she was counting on being the first one to see you so she could explain… well, us,” his son said, scratching the back of his head absently, the Doctor watching his every movement in rapt fascination. “I’m making a mess of things, I know I am, but you’re not mad, are you? At Mum? For not telling you?” Somehow, the chipper, talkative genius he’d just been interacting with had vanished, leaving a boy looking very young and uncertain indeed.

The Doctor had pulled him into his arms before he was consciously aware of the action. “No. Nonononononono,” he breathed, over and over into his son’s (ginger) hair. “Never. Not ever. You are brilliant and perfect and so is your mother, and I could never be mad at either of you. Not really.” A thrill ran through him as he said the words your mother knowing they applied to his own son. His Rose.

“Dad?” the child asked, pulling away the slightest fraction necessary to look up at him, an uncertain, heartsbreakingly hopeful smile on his face, a universe of questions contained within the three-letter word. The Doctor’s own hearts attempted to occupy too little and too much space simultaneously, convulsing in a desperate emotion he’d never felt in all his 900 years.

“Yes,” he replied, pulling his son tighter, answering at least some of them. “Yeah. I’m your dad.” It was one of the hardest sentences he’d ever had to say, his voice faltering halfway through. What right did he have to claim anything of the sort, having only just dropped into his life? But the child let out a happy sob, the sound of which embedded itself into the Doctor’s chest, and clutched himself closer to his waist. Both of them were trembling as they embraced in the quiet street. The child’s hands kept clenching and unclenching in the folds of his suit jacket, under his overcoat. They stayed that way for a long time, the Doctor inhaling the scent of young boy that was somehow still unique to his son, all honey and bruised grass and wind and sunlight, until he felt like it was safe to relinquish, just a little, the death grip he’d been keeping on his sanity. It served to throw into sharp relief, however, just how tenuous that control really was, and he knew he needed to make it to Rose before he completely broke down. He bit back a curse. It wasn’t fair to the child to leave him like this, but neither was it fair to keep him on the hook for his emotional wellbeing.

“What’s your name?” the Doctor asked, all the while railing at the universe for making it necessary for him to have to ask this question of his own son.

“Oh! Uhm…” A slightly muffled cough came from the vicinity of his navel and the boy pulled back to look up into his face. “I’m called Connor.”

“Connor.” The name of his son. He savoured it in his mouth, tasting out the sounds. “It’s, oh, so very nice to finally meet you, Connor.” He could feel tears starting in his eyes, and might have lost the battle with them were it not for the sight of the same in his son’s eyes. Despite his trauma, it was somehow the easiest thing in the world to be strong for both of them. Connor’s mouth tipped up in a watery smile.

“You too, Dad. You too.”

The Doctor’s hearts stuttered in his chest, and he bent to his son’s eye level. “Is it all right if I ask where your mum is right now, Connor?”

This time his son’s grin was decidedly cheeky as he gave his father one final squeeze and let go, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. “I’m impressed, Dad. It took you a whole fifteen minutes to ask about Mum. Were you shooting for some sort of record?”

The Doctor’s hands found his own pockets, his posture mirroring his son’s as he studied him. “I’m always impressive, me. Also, never predictable if I can help it. More fun that way.”

Connor sucked in a breath through his teeth, his tongue poking between them slightly. “Dad, that was where you were supposed to say that I’m just that brilliant and engrossing.”

The Doctor winced playfully, but his eyes were serious as he caught his son’s gaze. “Is that so? I guess I’m just rusty at this whole fatherhood thing.” And if that isn’t the understatement of the millennium… “You’ll have to be a bit patient with your old man, yeah?”

Connor nodded solemnly, wrapping his arms around his father again, an embrace which the Doctor returned wholeheartedly. “'Course, Dad. Always.” When he pulled back, he had a box in his hand, which he then offered to the Doctor.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously.

“It’s for Mum,” Connor replied. “It’s why I’m not with her right now. Apple tea. I bring her some every year, on the anniversary of… well…”

The Doctor looked about himself, taking in the early spring scent of the air. “Do you mean to tell me it’s the fourth of March today?”

“Got it in one, Dad. Mum said you were good.” The Doctor winked at him, and then sobered. Apple tea. Every year, the scent of apples, and Rose, alone with her memories the same way he’d been, without her. No more. He let out a long breath, holding out his free hand towards his son.

“Well then, Connor Tyler, let’s not keep your mum waiting!”

Out on a Limb

It’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for. The resolution to the climax and the finale to a fic I never imagined would get so huge. What started out as a silly oneshot idea became a beast all its own, and though it’s been a hassle to wrangle at times, I don’t regret letting it grow to its full potential- wild and crazy as it might be.

It’s kind’ve a tree pun get it cause… nevermind.

The support and love for this fic has been astonishing and appreciated. I never thought so many people would be into it, or into the King’s shenanigans, so count me (and him) happily surprised! As one of Mark’s oldest egos, he really deserves more love, and hopefully I’ve sparked a little something in the community by writing this. Let’s never forget our nutty monarch.

I have to give a final thank you to @angstphilosophy for putting up with me and all the horrible things I did to his favorite ego, and of course @alcordraws for all the inspiration and support. If you aren’t following them yet, go.

So here it is, everybody. Hope you enjoy it, and I’ll see YOU, in the next fanfic. Buh-bye~

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Chapter 13: a brand new court

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Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 7,227

Genre: Angst

April 12th

Dear Jimin,

It’s been a while. You must be pretty surprised to hear from me, especially considering how much time has passed. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised myself. It’s been almost six years since we last spoke. I never took the time to realize how long it has been since I left. Recalling the past almost seems like I’m talking about another world at this point, so I’ll just focus on what’s currently happening.

Rather than continuing small talk, I’ll just save you the trouble and get straight to the point. I know I haven’t contacted you once after what happened those six years back, so why am I writing to you now?

Well, I’m back in Seoul.

I know those are probably the last words you would ever want to hear from me, but I’m here, at least for a short while. I’m not sure how long I’m planning to stay, since I do have to get back to my responsibilities overseas. I just figured that while I’m back, I should at least try to fix the damage I caused.

It’s honestly taking all of my willpower not to crumple this paper up and forget I ever thought about doing this. I would have never imagined that I would even try reaching out to you again, let alone using such a traditional and outdated method. I know letters are a bit cliché, but I was always told that writing down my thoughts was the best way to get them out. Plus, you know how lousy I am with any form of human interaction, at least when it comes to more sensitive situations.

Not to mention, I can do this all in the comfort of my lovely, 2-star hotel room, so I’d say this is a pretty acceptable form of communication.

Jimin, I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve done, but I hope that you’ll at least hear me out. Needless to say, I have a lot of explaining to do, six years’ worth of thoughts and actions I have yet to go over, so you can expect some more of these letters soon.

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A Fraction of Your Smile

Donut Siblings return! Even more specifically, General Martha makes her return! 

Martha got an alien sword for like five seconds in Here Comes the General, and as we all know, those have a tendency to result in alien babies. So when @goodluckdetective asked for one of the sisters and a baby, I saw my chance and took it. (For the Charlie verse fans, don’t worry; Locus still manages to get Charlie somehow. I would not deny the world Charlie.) 

Prompts are still open!

Pairings: Gen, implied Tuckington

Warnings: Non-consensual pregnancy. 


Martha has long since given up on being able to predict the course of her life. She joins the army after her brother dies, only for her brother to show up nearly a decade later, alive, well, and using a different name. She spends her whole life looking up to him, only to find out he let them all think he was dead for years, and that he shot her little brother. She thinks she’s fighting a war for the right reasons, but it’s all a joke. She thinks she’s just a grunt in the army, but she ends up a general.

She thinks she’ll get to go home, when the war is done, but there’s the awful truth of politics. She can’t leave Kimball alone to deal with all of this.

She thinks she’ll die in Armonia, in the heart of a nuclear explosion, but Carolina is close by with her speed boost and drags her out just in time, barely making it to the Pelican before the words “too late” can pass her lips, but not before apologies and requests to Wash make themselves known.

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anonymous asked:

What about something cute with finny please? Like someone from an upper class being in love with him and visiting ciel just to see him

It’s so cute! This came out like really long but I hope it’s to your liking, dear~

Flowers were blooming in the depths of your heart, feeded by every shiny smile he gave you, by every sweet word he greeted you with. If somebody told you that one day you will do almost everything just to visit Ciel Phantomhive in his manor, you would most likely laugh it off and ask if he got a fever. Of course, young earl was an interesting persona, you would never doubt it, but inspite of his high intelligence, great manners and strong opinion on subject you didn’t know existed, he wasn’t the one to get your attention. Among all of the people who lived in the manor – hell, the county even! – nobody was as charming and adorable as Phantomhive’s gardener – Finnian.

Or Finny, how you preffered.

Soon you found yourself managing a visit to the Phantomhive estate at least once a week and everytime when you crossed its gates, you couldn’t get rid off the feeling as the plants growing in those gardens smelled sweeter than anywhere you’ve ever been. Naturally, the way to the building was running through them, therefore the finest of teas which would be served to you in some minutes while sharing a conversation with Ciel had to wait a little bit longer, since you simply couldn’t resist to admire the colourful petals showered with sunshine.

And the young, blonde boy who was working hardly on keeping them in the best condition, with big gardening gloves now stained from the dirty ground, kneeling between flowerbeds and avoiding your gaze as the deep blush appeared on his cheeks. However, you weren’t sure if it was caused by the effort or your presence. What if maybe, just maybe he was returning your affection, too?

Suddenly, hearing your own name called in calm but strong tone made you snap back into reality. Turning your head you saw Ciel Phantomhive sitting on the other side of the round table with a teacup in the hand, staring at you with something you could call almost an amusement.

“Yes?” you asked, perfectly aware of the fact you probably weren’t listening to him for some time, lost deep in your own thoughts.

“You weren’t paying attention to what I said, were you?”

Although he didn’t seem offened, you turned your gaze down, embarassed by your own lack of manners. Above everything, he was the one who still treated you like a guest, letting you to visit him whenever you wanted to and yet, he could see you as simply rude by ignoring him.

Before you managed to answer and apologize, Ciel continued:

“Everytime when you are here, you are staring outside the window. What is that what got your attention so bad?”

You cleared your throat. Now, realizing that from the guest room you were both sitting in you could perfectly see the gardens and the greenhouse where Finny was currently fighting with tiny plants by gently placing them to the flowerpots, how could you answer him? If he knew that you liked his gardener, he could forbid you coming there anymore.

“Anyway…” Ciel sighed and stood up, placing a teacup back on the table, heading to the door without a hurry. “I can take this conversation as ended. I hope you will join me at the dinner today. Till then.”

With that words he went out of the room and left you alone and even more confused. You peeked at the clock hanging on the wall next to you and surprisingly came to the conclusion that it was at leas two hours left to the time when the dinner was supposed to be served. At first you didn’t know what should you do with a situation you were placed into, but as long as you thought about it, you finally realized that maybe Ciel Phantomhive wasn’t as selfish as everyone was presenting him.

Unable to hold the smile back, you stood up as well and quickly left the room, immediatelly heading to the main entrance. Crossing the front door you had to slow yourself down to do not look as if you were running. Finally reaching your destination, you fixed your hair a little bit and then, standing behind Finny who possibly didn’t notice your coming, you greeted him cheerfully. You didn’t know what kind of reaction you were expecting but crushing a flowerpot in million pieces clearly wasn’t one of them.

“G-good morning, miss!” Finny announced formaly, immediatelly standing straight and keeping his eyes on you. “How can I help you?!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his adorableness which only made him flush even more.

“We got some time before the dinner will be ready so I thought it would be nice to talk to you,” you smiled politely.

“Why me, miss?” Finny seem to be truly shocked by your response.

The blonde bended down and started to pick the pieces of broken flowerpot with the trembling hand. Seeing how poorly he was doing it, probably stressed out by the fact that someone from the upper class wanted to speak with him, personally, you decided to help him a little and joined to the simple work, quickly grabbing all the smaller pieces and ignoring his protests.

Standing there in silence right next to him, surrounded by the silence you felt your heartbeat fasten. Finny wasn’t even peeking at you but he could clearly feel your gaze on him, which was only making him more embarassed. The way this boy was acting around you and how was your heart reacting to him made you wonder about all that social hierarchy system. You knew that nobody would approve your relationship but in the end, did it even matter? You wanted to share every minute of your life with him and if that wasn’t important, you didn’t want to know what was.

Bending to the side slightly, you placed a surprise kiss on Finny’s cheek, causing him to drop all of the pieces he managed to pick up.

“M-m-miss, what are you…?!”

He didn’t end the sentence when you grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him once again, this time right on the lips. To give yourself more confidence you closed your eyes when doing that, so when you opened them and let go of him, all you could see was his face, now reddened to the points of his ears. You were expecting him to react as sudden as always, maybe run away, therefore it was a pleasant difference when he stayed calm, staring at you right in the eyes with so much admiration you’ve never seen in anyone before.

Hesitantly he moved closer to you and touched the tip of your nose with his, but didn’t dare to kiss you the way you did. In that moment, sitting with him in the garden, surrounded by sweet smell of flowers and sun, deliciously consuming the moment on loneliness you two shared together, you thought that Finny was the best gardener in the whole world.

After all, he was the one who made flowers bloom deep in your heart.

Wonwoo Crossing 🌺

a/n: I’m not sure if you guys can see it, but just imagine Wonwoo playing Animal Crossing (New Leaf)

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

Wonwoo x Animal Crossing New Leaf headcanon :))

  • names himself Wonwow; gives himself the “original” character face because he was only answering the starting questions honestly
  • names his town Twilight Town (possible kingdom hearts fan??)
  • the town hall is to the left of his town, and Reese’s recycling shop is to the right
  • the river cuts the town in half horizontally
  • places his house next to the town hall and constantly checks up on Isabelle
  • definitely puts in the “keep town beautiful” ordinance
  • is a massive hoarder !!!
  • the first couple of months, his house is filled with plants and unnecessary furniture (like a storybook, or a giant chess piece)
  • has more furniture than he needs??? the main room has a bunk bed that he doesn’t have the heart to let go….
  • once he gets the second story to the museum, one of the rooms is dedicated to just plants :))
  • he visits the plants everyday and speaks to them one by one
  • the same goes with the flowers around his town; waters all 500 of them every day <3
  • when he shakes the trees for coins or the two special furniture, he lets the bees sting him
  • forgives them immediately after; applies medicine that he always carries around (for emergencies!)
  • another room on the second floor of the museum is filled with cute animals he finds
  • that includes: snails, beetles, an angel fish (yknow the see through one omg), a squid, SEAWEED
  • his character always holds a balloon; alternates between the bunny shaped one and the heart shaped one :’))
  • is still up at like 1 in the morning trying to catch beetles in order to pay off his dEBT
  • always manages to scare the golden stags…
  • sometimes goes on the international server and meets cool people
  • probably writes their names down and hopes he sees them again :D
  • sometimes he sees people talking about seventeen and hits them with:
  • “carat, lucky in my life <3″ (he really puts that heart there too, awww)
  • picks up dandelions and blows them after whispering his wish
  • he looks around his shared room before he makes a wish so the members don’t tease him the next day (awwww)
  • when there’s a meteor shower, he makes wishes too!
  • writes letters to his villagers AT LEAST twice a month
  • always adds a heart at the end (<3)
  • eventually gets rid of the majority of his things
  • his house is nO LONGER CLUTTERED
  • he doesn’t actually get rid of his things though
  • he forces Mingyu and Hoshi to get the game too, and gave them his stuff as “gifts”
  • this boy really can’t let go of anything (like me lol)
  • builds the Roost Cafe as soon as it’s available as a public works project
  • memorizes all of his villager’s coffee orders
  • sells the coffee beans Brewster gives him (he feels reALLY GUILTY THOUGH)
  • one day he receives the cafe uniform and is so touched???
  • he sets his ds down for 10 minutes, his hand clutching his heart
  • changes into that outfit whenever he works at the cafe
  • his dream villagers are characters that he thought were cute or would be a great addition to his town!
  • includes (but not in a specific order): Merengue, Beau, Coco, Kid Cat, Zucker, Lolly, Marshal, Fauna, Ankha, and Genji~
  • (Hoshi fell in love with Genji <3)
  • loves his current villagers all the same though!
  • doesn’t have the heart to let go of moving villagers!!
  • even if he doesn’t like them or they aren’t his dream villagers, he always debates whether he should let them go or not… 
  • after 8 months of playing, he finally has all hIS DREAM VILLAGERS!!
  • he adores them all, but never forgets his past villagers (he really misses Curt and Rolf…. </3)
  • lowkey thinks Coco has a crush on him… (he secretly loves it… <3)
  • never misses a villager’s birthday
  • “Merengue’s birthday is coming up, omg what do I get her???!?”
  • when his villagers invite him over, he always accepts and stays at their house for at least an hour so he doesn’t feel rude (WHAT A SWEET BOY)
  • since his town is now considered perfect, he’s able to build the big flower clock!
  • he places it right in the center of his town :)
  • his score at the Happy Home Academy is always SUPER HIGH
  • strongly believes in the Feng Shui approach
  • probably has half a billion bells in his ABD in 6 months….
  • his goal is to create all of the flower hybrids
  • is SUPER close to getting the gold roses
  • doesn’t want to disable his “keep town beautiful” ordinance so his flowers could wilt though…. ㅠㅠ
  • eventually caves in and NOW HAS GOLD ROSES
  • always participates in the tourneys (bug catching or fishing)
  • always places first….
  • collects mushrooms during mushroom season
  • definitely creates fairy rings (Woozi appreciates it winkwink)
  • refuses to run around his town AT ALL TIMES
  • he doesn’t want to accidentally trample over a flower and destroy it!!!
  • doesn’t like Mingyu and Hoshi visiting anymore
  •  >:((
  • they’re constantly running and just
  • “What was that hyung? Step on your flowers??”
  • Mingyu is just constantly trying Wonwoo smh
  • although~~ he sets up paths in between rows of flowers so he can have natural worn down paths (due to grass wear yknow? ^^)
  • brings his 3ds eveRYWHERE
  • “oh, we’re having a break? time to check on Mary and the gang”
  • Mary is his favorite flower… she’s a golden rose right in front of his house
  • has a lot of respect for the working npc’s like Isabelle, Nook, Reese, etc.
  • posts on the town board (thingy) every week like
  • “have a good week everyone! be safe always and talk to me! also no running!! -from Mayor Wow”
  • yea, his nickname is Mayor Wow lol
  • his house mirrors an actual house
  • the back room is a kitchen, the second floor is a bedroom, the main room is the living room, the side rooms are probably like a game room and a guest room
  • his basement is filled with all his awards from the tourneys smh (I’m jealous)
  • Mingyu LOVES his kitchen
  • it’s so wonderfully laid out omg
  • Mingyu just wants to live with Wonwoo now
  • Mingyu finally gives up knowing he can’t live with Wonwoo
  • but claims the kitchen is his whenever they visit Mayor Wow’s town
  • absolutely HATES Gracie’s Fashion Checks
  • but does them anyway so he could finally upgrade to the T&T Emporium
  • his character wears those circle glasses, a totoro sweater, and like normal jeans and shoes
  • simple yet dashing might I include
  • at first leaves his hair brown (the standard hair color when you start the game)
  • then over time does all sorts of colors like he starts his hair dye experience with black cause thats what his hair color is and then shifts to like red, and then auburn, and even light purple!
  • he’s tried all of the hair colors~~
  • his favorite and current hair color is deep ocean :)
  • absolutely loves seeing the leaves on the trees change colors
  • likes the cherry blossoms the most
  • he also loves the winter <3
  • he always stays up late to see the aurora
  • walks around his town admiring the decorated pine trees~
  • he swears its not an obsession!!
  • but here he is, playing animal crossing at 3 in the morning when his schedule starts at 8
  • eventually convinces all the members to get the game too!
  • every Saturday they have an animal crossing day, and alternates visiting each other’s towns :)
  • Mayor Wonwow brought everyone together :))
  • awwww, imagine playing with him *dreamy sigh*

a/n: This was so looooong, but where are my animal crossing and kpop fans at??!? I can just see Wonwoo rolled up in a blanket playing this ^^ (lowkey his town already sounds better than mine and i’ve been playing for a year OTL) hope you all enjoyed~!

Barry Allen Imagine - Don’t Blame Yourself (Part Two)

Author’s Note: Huge thank you to everyone who have shown so much appreciation and love for this piece. It is truly humbling to know it has gotten s much love as it had. That being said, here is part two. Not a lot of Barry x Reader interactions, but there is a reason for that which hopefully (fingers crossed) becomes apparent as you read it. There should be a total of three parts to conclude the story but it might go longer..

Anyways, enough of my blabbering and here’s onto the story!

P.S. Here’s Part One for those who haven’t read it yet.

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Day 5 Prompt: Private work affair / Public scandal

[for @rocketangelweek]

Summary: According to Overwatch regulation 42-5.1, “While fraternization is allowed within the ranks, relationships of a romantic nature are highly discouraged and can be cited as grounds for dismissal”. Unfortunately, a certain delirious soldier recovering from surgery can only recall one thing, and it sure as hell isn’t the Overwatch regulations book.

Notes: In which Fareeha “Stick-in-the-Mud” Amari turns into an embarrassing mess under the influence of painkillers and Angela has to deal with the consequences. I thought of this like a day ago and literally erased like half of prompt I already had done to write it, but it’s been my favorite to work on by far.

Four hours. Four consecutive hours of surgery. While it wasn’t the longest operation of Angela’s life by far, it still took its toll. She cursed her patient aloud for her tight-lipped nature, removing her gloves, cap and mask before shedding her gown in order to strip down to her scrubs. All items were unceremoniously scattered across the floor before Angela collapsed into the chair beside the hospital bed.

Fareeha would definitely have to pay her back for the mess they were in, that much was certain.

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Joanna I of Castile as portrayed in fiction:

As the midwife set my newborn child in my arms, I thought without doubt she was my most beautiful—a perfect infant in every way, down to the fuzz of reddish curls on her still-soft crown, her milky skin, and her languid amber-tinted eyes. She did not fuss; rather, she was content to lie cradled beside me, as if her abrupt entrance into the world had left her unaffected.

I kept her with me until Fernando tiptoed into my chamber to stand at the foot of the bed, regarding me with a quizzical air.

“Rumor is you’ll not surrender her to the wet nurse. The ladies are scandalized. They think you’ll nurse her yourself.”

“She’s not hungry yet.’ I peeled back the edge of fleece swathing her face. “Look: she’s fast asleep. She’s been like this since they gave her to me. She’s so at ease, it’s almost unnatural. Have you ever seen a newborn so quiet?”

He came around the bed to gaze at her. “Her hair is red, like my mother’s.”

“Then we must call her Juana,” I said, “in honor of your mother.” I craned over to kiss her warm forehead, upon which life had yet to inscribe any lessons.

“Infanta Juana,” echoed Fernando and he smiled. “Yes, it suits her.”

Juana was a vigorous child with a mass of coppery curls and a temper to match, as Beatriz often teased. My friend had delivered a healthy boy whom she and her husband adored. They had christened him Andrés, after his father, but with the distraction of having to care for her new babe, Beatriz had indulged Juana’s whims. My second daughter dis „played early talent when it came to languages and music, but she was rebellious as far as her daily regimen was concerned, far too much so for a three-year-old.

I had a stern discussion with her about her unseemly penchant for throwing off her slippers to wade barefoot in the garden ponds. “Infantas should not behave thus,” I informed her when she pertly replied that her feet swelled in the heat. “Decorum at all times is essential.”

Juana pouted and proceeded to do exactly as she had been doing, so I decided to take her with me on a long overdue visit to Arévalo to see my mother. I reasoned that time alone with me, away from the distractions of court, would instill in her a modicum of behavior. To my disconcertion, she proved entirely unmanageable during the two-day trip, leaping up on the litter cushions to peer out the window at the passing meseta, and pointing and chattering excitedly about everything she saw, from the swooping eagles that stalked the plains to the crumbled watch-towers pockmarking the barren ridges. I watched her with bemusement, thinking of the fables I’d heard about changelings. Of course „uch tales were nonsense; but though she resembled Fernando in her coloring and disposition, there were moments when she caught my regard with those penetrating eyes of hers and suddenly she would seem years older than she was, as if another being dwelled in her skin.

She quieted down once we reached Arévalo, however. The isolation of the castle under its brooding sky seemed to affect her, and she stared, wide-eyed but silent, at the old servants moving like ghosts about the halls, treating her with the stiff discomfort of those who’d lived for years without ever seeing a child. I tried to reassure her that there was nothing to fear, that this had once been my home, but she only brightened when one of the castle dogs, descendants of my brother’s beloved Alarcón, snuffled up beside her. She had a way with animals, just as Alfonso had had.

She displayed an unexpected reticence at the sight of my mother, ensconced in the faded splendor of her apartments, which she now refused to leave. Dressed in the antiquated fashions of her brief tenure as queen, so gaunt her wrists poked like bones from her frayed sleeves, my mother peered at Juana for a seemingly endless moment before she crooked a finger at her, motioning her forward. Juana refused to budge. I felt her hand clasp at my skirts, resisting my murmured urge that she go and kiss her grandmother.

Then my mother whispered, “Tan desgraciada. So beautiful and so unfortunate, like me.”

Juana gave a frightened gasp; even at her age she understood the tenor of this pronouncement, uttered with the eerie assurance of a prophecy.

“Mama, please,” I said. “You mustn’t say such things. She’s only a child.”

“So was I, once.” My mother’s watery eyes turned distant. “So were you. Youth is no protection; in the end, life scars us all.”

When she practiced it aloud, Juana would peer at her suspiciously. Once, she blurted, “You act as if you’re looking forward to leaving Spain,” then she wrinkled her nose in distaste.

“That’s my girl,” chuckled Fernando. “A Spaniard to her core, she is.” He swung Juana into his arms; as she squealed and pulled off his cap, revealing his now near-bald pate, I resisted a frown. He favored her too much. He even had a nickname for her, “Madrecita,” because she reminded him of his late mother. I’d told him countless times she must not grow up thinking she was more privileged than our other daughters, for she too must one day take her assigned place in the world, but Fernando would just chuck her chin and say, “My Madrecita will be an envoy for Spain no matter where she goes, eh?” And Juana’s emphatic “Sí, Papa!” did not reassure me, either. At this rate, Fernando would spoil her so much she would think no prince worthy of her, nor capable of living up to her father.

Inés and Beatriz were watching my children: Catalina snug in a cradle while Juana rocked her; María playing with her dolls; Isabel quietly reading from the psalms with Juan. As often happens in families the closest in age were not the closest in affection: While Isabel and Juan had grown close, Juana gravitated to Catalina. María seemed unaffected by her surroundings; at three years of age, she was so placid she astonished her attendants, who declared they’d never cared for a less troublesome child.

I ordered everyone to refuse to entertain any talk of convents, even if it made Isabel feel comforted. Everyone complied, but Juana, in characteristic fashion, goaded Isabel mercilessly. At eleven years of age, my second daughter was unwilling to concede any weakness in herself, much less in others.

“You look like a crow,” Juana remarked as we sat in my pavilion after dinner one evening, the warm wind flowing through the tent’s open flaps. Outside a thousand campfires glittered on Granada’s vega like fallen stars as our men settled in for the night. “Always in black and moping about; it’s unseemly. After all, you were married less than a year. You can’t possibly have loved him that much.”

Isabel stiffened on her stool, the altar cloth we embroidered between us tightening in her fingers. “And who are you to judge? What do you know of love or loss, spoiled selfish child that you are?”

“I might be spoiled,” retorted Juana, “but at least I know I’d never love anyone so much that I’d forget myself.”

I paused. “Is that smoke I smell …?” I started to say, as Juana leapt to her feet, tossing her hopelessly tangled yarns to the floor and rushing to the pavilion entrance. She gasped. “Mama, look! The camp is on fire!”

Pandemonium broke out. As the duennas and other ladies raced to the back of the pavilion to gather sleeping Catalina and María from their beds, I hurried with my older daughters outside. To my horror, I beheld flames leaping like nimble devils from tent to tent, incinerating the velvets and silks and brocades, consuming everything within their path in minutes. All around us courtiers and soldiers were shouting; horses whinnied in terror and tore loose from their tethers, galloping about in panic as the dogs bayed. I didn’t know where to turn; the smoke was already so thick I could barely draw in a breath. Suddenly, the marquis of Cádiz materialized out of nowhere, smut on his face and his clothes. “Majestad, come quickly!”

“Where are my husband and son?” I cried as he led us around the burning encampment, toward a nearby hill that offered protection.

“They are safe,” he said. “The fire started in my tent, where they slept, but they got out in time. The king’s hounds started barking the moment they saw the flames.”

“Gracias a Dios.” I clutched Catalina to me. In the eerie interplay of fire and darkness, I caught sight of Juana’s face. She was pale and wide-eyed; her mouth ajar in an expression I could only describe as exultant, as if the catastrophe had been staged for her amusement. I was appalled. Did she have no fear, no sense of the destruction and loss happening around us?

As if she read my thoughts, Isabel said quietly, “She doesn’t care. She thinks it’s a game. She has no respect for anything.”

I hushed her. With Catalina in my arms and María held by Beatriz, we reached the hill’s summit, which offered a terrible view of the conflagration. Fernando came running out of the darkness, his loyal hounds at his heels. I glimpsed our son, Juan, nearby, still in his nightshirt, his sword in its jeweled scabbard gripped in his hand. He’d recently been knighted in honor of his thirteenth year and refused to be separated from his weapon, even while in bed. At the sight of him, his white-gold hair tangled, his face blackened by soot but otherwise unharmed, tears of relief sprang to my eyes.

Juana plunged into Fernando’s embrace. Encircling her with his arm, he drew the rest of us close and we turned to watch our great cloth city, proof of our vanity and the whimsical folly of fate, burn entirely to the ground.

All the quotes describing childhood of Joanna (in six different scenes) come from: C. W. Gortner. „The Queen’s Vow”.

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There was something metaphorical about the emptiness of the arching corridors in the S’chn T’Gai abode. It was so still, so quiet—so different from the kind of peace Jim had grown accustomed to from being in space.

On the Enterprise, there had always been sound: low hums, chimes, and beeps, chatter and a constant presence of background noise. But it’d become so much more personal than generic mechanical feedback after a certain point. Once the promises were made and the ancient words spoken, Jim found himself rife with harmonious impressions–thoughts that both were and were not his own, conversations he would perceive with his mind instead of his ears.

It was comforting, had become part of him.

A person could easily grow accustomed to being surrounded by noise, he learned…could even discover pleasure in its company. And for one who had embraced it and reveled in subsequent contentment for years, losing the companionship of sound would feel as miserable as the sudden loss of something utterly vital.

…or someone.

It wasn’t the first time silence had threatened Jim. Even after he’d accepted promotion and damned himself to a life of being grounded on Earth, he’d done what he could to help his situation. At home and in the office, the environmental system had always been ordered to play white noise on the lowest setting so he could close his eyes, wrap himself in it, and feel whole again.

And when that beloved voice frequented Jim’s mind no more, he’d talk to himself. Each night while lying in a bed much too big for one, he sent an unspoken love letter along silver skeins and threads. His mind softly whispered words that would never be received over a bond linking him to someone who no longer wanted him. But just knowing that Spock was somewhere safe and alive—and possibly happy—was enough to lull Jim to sleep, despite how his heart ached.

Now, however, none of these old comforts could lessen the pain of his wounds and the only sound Jim heard was that of his own footsteps. They gently tapped against polished faux wooden floorboards, echoing throughout grandiose hallways filled with luxurious Vulcan decor. This wasn’t his house; he couldn’t command the computer to play background noise and disrupt the environment everyone else was used to.

That was the least of his worries, however. The bond Jim carried with him was no longer their bond, but a torn and broken road in his mind which led to a void.

It led to nowhere at all. And that’s exactly where Jim was going, himself.

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There was nothing worse than being in the one place you promised yourself you would never see again.

But here I was again, surrounded by inmates. To anyone who knows what it’s like in here, it’s pure hell in its most basic form. No matter how many times one has seen the insides of this place, there will never be a time of comfort or joy. You will never get used to this and no one honestly should. I folded my hands together and waited impatiently. The sound of the guards and inmates’ heavy footsteps along with the sounds of cuffs pierced my eardrums. Nothing could really make me nervous nor would I ever fear anything that I could easily change or work to my benefit. But just waiting was beginning to drain me and annoy the hell out of me. I had no patience. Never had and probably never will.

These past months have been… bearable. Things can’t always go 100% my way but I have to be okay with that. I was alive, my nephew was straight, my family, who consisted mostly of the guys, were all great and my dick was always in some tight ass pussy. Of course there has been a few minor setbacks here and there but I work through all of them, like I always do. Between setting my life straight and getting Austin to have some stability it didn’t seem like he had before, I’ve been doing a lot of things. There wasn’t a day when I wasn’t occupied with something. I was sacrificing a lot, just to gain overall satisfaction so I was hoping all of this was worth it.

A shove to my side easily snapped me out of my thoughts and I mugged Caiden momentarily before switching my gaze to the opened door, bringing in one inmate in particular. A small smile graced my face as I sat up, stood and waited for the cuffs to be released from him. “Brozay!” I said loudly, making sure that everyone in the room heard my obnoxious voice. It earned a few looks from the correctional officers but I easily shrugged it off. With a chuckle, he continued to make his way towards us, stopping only a mere few feet away and raising his arms so the guard could release the cuff from around his slim wrist. In seconds, daps, hugs and greetings were spread among us three and it soon followed with us being seated down at the steel table.

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