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Lana del rey
“Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?“ ”Always“
I jumped from one roof to the next, the heels on my boots clicking with each jump and footfall in my pace. I kept a hand on my sword when I jumped, not wanting to lose me weapon.
I heard a loud explosion below me, and stopped to access the situation. Meta with super strength just robbed the bank and was currently trying to get away. I wasn’t blessed with super strength in my arms, but that particle accelerator gave me super strong legs.
I jumped from the roof of the 60 floor office building, landing and creating a small crater around the impact sight of my landing. The loud thud caught everyone within a 2 block radius’s attention, and I rose up slowly from my knelt position.
An abandoned car a few meters away, which still had it’s radio blasting, had Yonce’ by Beyonce playing loudly over the speakers. A smirk formed over my features.
“Damn, I love this song.” I chuckled lowly, walking towards the Meta, who was holding bags of money. I pulled my cross up and kissed it, letting go and letting it fall back into it’s position as my necklace.
With a flip of my (H/C) hair, I whipped out my sword, spinning it a few times in my hand, before getting into a fighting stance.
The Meta starred at me, wide eye for a moment, before dropping his bags and turning his full attention to me.
“Pretty little kitten wants to fight, how cute.” The Meta purred, running his eyes up and down my body.
“Well, this pretty little kitten has claws. Let’s consider this a fair fight, you win, you keep your money. I win, you’re going with me to Iron Heights.” I purred, twirling my sword.
“Deal kitten. I’ll try not to break you in 2 seconds.” He smirked, before running forward and trying to grab me.
I dodged his slow attack quickly, bringing one of my legs up behind him, kicking the meta to the ground.
He snarled, turning his head, and I saw multiple veins bulge out of his neck. I smirked down at him, pointing my sword at him. Before I could react, he grabbed my sword, throwing me through the air and into a nearby car.
“Kittens been de-clawed.” The Meta laughed, holding my sword and examining it.
My eyes widened, and realized it was my turn to take the defensive. I pushed my body off the ground, my (H/C) hair falling over my eyes.
The Meta ran at me, rearing back one of his fists to punch me. I timed it perfectly, and brought one of my legs up in a powerful high kick, and it came in contact with the Meta’s fist. A shock wave rippled through the area, shattering windows as it went. The sheer energy of our attacks balancing each other out, caused both the Meta and I to fly backwards.
My sword flew in my direction,and I grabbed it quickly.
Before I had a chance to react, a red blur flashed passed me, tying up the Meta, I was just fighting, and coming to stand before me.
This man in red was vibrating his body so I couldn’t make out his features. Clever.
“Okay speedster, who the hell are you?” I groaned, standing to my feet, holding my sword in one hand and keeping the other across my stomach.
Suddenly, wind rushed past me, and I found myself inside a circular clue, white, and grey room, full of technology I had only ever dreamed of using, and 5 other people.
Behind a row of computers stood a girl with long, red hair, staring at me wide eyed. Then there was a girl, maybe 16, standing behind an older man who I presumed to be her father. Then, there was a Latino boy standing off to the side, twizzler hanging from his gaping mouth as he stared at me.
Then there was the man in the red suit, who in a low, vibrated voice, spoke with authority.
“Who are you?”
“The names Lectus. Nice to meet you Flash.” I said, sheathing my sword, and holding my hand out to the popular speedster.
“What does that mean?” The scarlet speedster asked, looking down at my hand.
“Lectus means kick in Latin” I hummed back.
I smiled kindly toward him, letting my hard, cocky exterior fall, flashing him a warm smiled. At my sudden mood change, he reluctantly shook my hand.
“I do have one question though Flash, why did you bring me here?” I asked, putting one of my hands on my hip.
“He’s jealous of your abilities and hero qualifications.” The Latino said, laughing as the red speedster shot him a death glare.
I laughed, looking back over at the Latino, smiling and laughed, causing his face to redden.
“NO! Well, maybe, but I brought you in cause a majority of my team wanted to recruit you.” He said, pulling off his mask. Cute, but average,guy.
“Hm, I might have to take you all up on that offer. But, I need to know you all’s names?” I asked, running a hand through my (H/C) hair.
“Harrison, and this is my daughter Jessie.”
“I’m Barry Allen.”
“And my names Cisco.”
With a warm smile, i stated my name.
“The name’s (Y/N) (L/N), ass kicking extraordinaire.” I said, and that caused Cisco to laugh, making me laugh as well.
A sudden beep on a computer screen caught us all of guard, and Caitlin rushed to read it.
“Robbery on 4th street Barry” She said, looking up at him. Barry pulled on his mask, and I unsheathed my sword, getting ready to leave.
“Oh no you don’t.” Cisco said, grabbing my arm just as I was about to follow after Barry’s zooming figure.
“We have to run tests on you, figure out your powers.” Caitlin said, walking around the row of computers and in front of Cisco and I.
“It’s simple. I have strong legs. Can I go now?” I whined, trying to pull away from Cisco’s surprisingly powerful grip.
“Nope.” They both responded, dragging me to another room.
—- 2 Months Later —-
I sat in the cortex, watching The Princess Bride with Cisco for maybe the hundredth time, quoting every line with him as the movie went along.
We had our legs propped up on the cortex’s semi circle desk, our legs intertwined. It was 2 AM, and we were on maybe out 6th movie when I noticed Cisco was sound asleep next to me.
Cisco and I became close friends during my time as a member of Team Flash, and he even helped give me a new name. Illusion. It sounds way cooler than Lectus.
I honestly can’t keep myself away from Cisco. He is infectious. From his smile, to his nerdy comments, to his sass. Everything about him is amazing. No wonder I have feelings for him.
That’s when I heard whimpering, and I turned my head to see my favorite guy in the world scrunching up up his face in his sleep, and whimpering. I rolled my chair closer to his when he started to cry in his sleep.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling half of his upper body into my lap. I ran a hand gently through his hair, before singing a lullaby based off of a song from the play Hamilton.
“My sweet Cisco, what to say to you?
Domestic life, had always been my style,
But when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart.
And I thought I was so smart.
You will grow and change with this great city.
I’ll bleed and fight for you. I promise I’d die for you.
If I give you what you need, will you stay with me.
I’ll give my all for you, I’ll give my world to you.
And you blow us all away,
Yeah you blow us all away.”
I hummed the last few notes into Cisco’s hair, kissing his head gently as he stopped crying and latched onto my arm.
With a soft smile, I fell asleep, holding Cisco slightly in my arms, hoping to push his nightmares of Eobard away.
Awwwwwwww you sang to him. That’s to cute. I loved writing this. So much fluff, it’s amazing!
“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?” “For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.”
Dami landed into her office after a long day. Her wings felt the weight of flying around searching and registering werewolves and animagi. She transformed and sluggishly went to get dressed. Each movement felt like it took a century to accomplish.
Knock. Knock. Damia heaved a sigh as she pulled a button down shirt over her shoulders. Knock. Knock. Damia’s bare feet stomped toward the door. “What?” The exasperated woman threw the door open to see who in the world would be at her office. She was sure she didn’t have any appointments. She paused to look down and pulled her unbuttoned shirt closed. “Can I help you?”
“‘Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?’ ‘For him?’ Snape shouted. ‘Expecto Patronum!’ From the tip of his wand burst a silver doe:She landed on the office floor, bounded across the office, and soared out the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes filled with tears. 'After All this time?’ 'Always.’”
Ara had expected today to be the sanest day she would ever get in Keisung. She actually got to work without a hangover, lunch wasn’t the usual shit fest she saw (although she could blame her picky taste buds to her upbringing), and her usual sources of headaches weren’t making their appearances present. She even managed to piss off Jian and her day had looked brighter since that morning. The day was looking so great that she had even waved off the fact that two bottles of beer were missing from the mini-fridge in her office. She should’ve known that was the start of it all.
She was at the last hour of the day and the woman was still stuck in her office, a student seated on the couch in front of her and a coffee table separating the two of them. She was going to pull overtime on a fucking Monday and it was just not fair. The hipster leader had landed himself in her office again, and she’s pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose. This brat is giving me as much of a headache as his fucking dorm mate, she thought to herself. With her legs and arms crossed, Ara had leaned back on her chair and glared at Hansol, agitation coming off her in waves. “Listen here, you little shit,” she started menacingly, unusual for someone who grew up in the so-called top 1% of society, “you’re in here regularly as much as Yongjoon and the both of you are fucking me over and my plans. Why the fuck were you sent here this time?”
And if she didn’t care about her image in front of her father’s investors, she sure as hell doesn’t care about her image in front of a high society brat of the fashion industry.
“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”
“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
On this day in 1946, the General Land Office and the Grazing Service merged and became the Bureau of Land Management within the Department of the Interior (@americasgreatoutdoors). With historical roots spanning 200+ years, the BLM now manages many places – like ghost towns, mining camps, and homesteads – that give visitors a glimpse of our nation’s history.
And we manage national monuments, wilderness, wild and scenic rivers and other specially-designated areas as well as recreation areas - from backyard to backcountry - with an eye to the future.
Today, on our 69th “birthday,” we share a few of those amazing landscapes.