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I’ll expect two thousand words in my inbox before Santa shows up.

You got it, Boss.

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Pidge is now home with his owner.
He was returned, bird in hand, and is hopefully now sat in a nice loft recovering.

Owner says he has clipped a wire whilst in flight and came down hard, but his wings are ok so he will make a recovery and new feathers are already growing in.

The end.

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“Isn’t it inspiring? It’s like w e can finally put the bus crash behind us.”

ok, i’m kinda desperate so i’m posting this here in hopes of someone responding who had a similar experience.
our cat is 6-7 months old and broke his left leg 2 weeks ago. he got surgery done and all was well and fine, he was recovering nicely, already jumping and playing like the little active ball of energy he is. 3 days ago my husband and i were sleeping when suddenly he was hissing angrily and growling when he shifted in his bed but it was so loud that i literally jumped out of bed because i thought i was gonna have a heart attack. we noticed how he suddenly had a lump there that was clearly hurting him. the next day we brought him to the vet, where he fought against the vet and his helper so badly that not only he pissed himself but also lost 2 teeth. the vet examined him and told us that there was an accumulation of water, probably because he injured himself and gave him an injection for the pain and gave us some pills to give him for the next 6 days.
when we get home we found out that he doesn’t even want to enter our bedroom anymore bc he associates it with it inflicting pain, while he was the one inflicting it upon himself, but that’s just a minor sidenote. we put blankets in the hallway, the living room, everywhere so he can sleep wherever he wants but he doesn’t because it hurts him to lie down or shift while lying down. he just sits in front of the front door, behind the curtains in a corner or behind the garbage cans in the kitchen literally all day and all night, staring at absolutely nothing. today i succeeded in coaxing him out of hiding and lying with me on the blankets we put out for him to sleep on. we can’t bring him to the vet every day since it isn’t only stressful and agonizing for him but also bad for my mental health, although i’d literally fly out of my comfort zone if it meant him getting better. plus we are kinda in a pinch money-wise at the moment because we paid the vet 700€ already and only have a bit left to survive this month. if any of you have any tips at all on how he can recover faster, pls let me know! also i’m a bit suspicious of the vet so if any of you know anyone at all who has a vet as a friend or some knowledge, please let me know if our cat’s injury does look like it’s “just” an accumulation of water.

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Becoming Real (13,471 words) by iwillnotbecaged (rachelheather) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/6
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Additional Tags: Telepathic Bond, Telepathy, Empathy, Fluff and Angst, Polyamory, Sam-Centric, POV Sam Wilson, Asexual Character
Summary: Sam ends up with mind-reading powers, and it’s terribly inconvenient.

Zelda's Log#4: Getting Reacquainted

A/N: I am back to life!!! Good news: I recovered nicely. Bad news: my PC is dead.
Updates will be slower until I got a new one, since I’ll be working mostly from mobile.

Enjoy this chapter, the Master chef moment is courtesy of @starstruckfemme
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‘Goddesses Impa! What did Purah did to you? Did she experiment her weird​ rejuvenating rune on you?! Link, why didn’t you tell me before?!’

The young Sheikah woman was in complete shock to see who was talking to her, more than being confused for her grandmother. Link contained a laugh at Zelda’s remarks.

‘G- grand-m-mother?’, Paya’s voice trembled, as if she was seeing a ghost. 'you have visitors’.

Impa rushed to the door, recognizing already the voice.

'Princess!’, she gasped, eyes full of emotion.

‘It is I indeed, Impa’, her voice cracking, hardly containing​ her tears. 'it’s been so long’.

Both women greeted with a tight, long hug.

'Come inside’, she requested, 'We have so much to talk about. And this is Paya, my granddaughter, Princess’.

'Nice to make your acquaintance, Lady Paya’, she offered her hand, 'You are the spitting image of your grandmother one hundred years ago!’

‘Nice to meet you, Princess’, she shook Zelda’s hand, less nervous than before, after the compliment.

The guests made themselves comfortable, as Paya served food and drinks for all.

‘Several events have occurred since we defeated the Calamity’, Zelda informed her friend, 'Link and I went to Zora’s Domain, and Vah Ruta has a new master, Prince Sidon’.

'Well that’s quite the surprise!’, Impa’s eyes widened, 'I have a guess someone we know would be quite shocked’.

'She was indeed’, Zelda showed the picture she had taken with her Sheikah slate. 'Purah was raving with my findings’.

Impa’s surprise to see her elder sister’s appearance was quite evident.

'Goddesses, she looks like a kid!’, the old woman gasped, 'Paya, look at your aunt!’

'Oh my!’, the young woman shared her grandmother’s surprise. 'What happened to her?!’

'Occupational hazards, I suppose. Apparently, her rejuvenation process stopped’, Zelda explained. 'She is working on a rune to revert the process, even if it’s a little’.

'Considering her prior result, she might end as wrinkled as me!’, Impa laughed heartily, her voice echoing in the room.

'At least she would go out and see us at our house’, Link joined the chat after wiping out his food, 'She is always locked up’.

Our house?’, Impa’s eyebrow raised.

'We’re living in Hateno Village’, Zelda clarified, 'Link bought a house there. It’s nice’.

'That means we will be able to see each other often’, Impa noted. 'Just like old times’.

3.15 p.m. I am so delighted to see Impa again! Despite her age, she is still active, leading the Sheikah and Kakariko Village. Her granddaughter Paya is her spitting image, although quite the opposite in personality (she is really sweet, but shy).

Kakariko hasn’t changed too much in all this time, but its population has dwindled progressively. Paya seems to be the only teenager - the only Sheikah around her age might be Granté, Robbie’s son, who lives in Tarrey Town… which gives me an idea, but I think it would be prudent to save it for later. I will tell Link about this, once he wakes up from his nap.

Zelda’s musings were interrupted by two little girls.

'I have never seen you before’, the older girl observed, 'My name is Koko, this is my sister Cottla. What’s your name, miss?’

'I’m Zelda’, she introduced herself. 'Nice to meet you girls. I came to visit Impa’.

‘I saw you arrive in a pretty horsie!’, the little one asked, 'Can Cottla braid its hair?’

‘Sure, little one!’, Zelda agreed with a smile.

In the end, Zelda gave the girls a little stroll on Storm - sporting a new style with braids and cherry blossoms mixed in its mane- and the sisters later braided her hair as thanks, her long strands turned into a thick fishtail braid with flowers.

‘Hello girls!’, Link approached them, stretching his laziness away. 'Having fun with Zelda?’

Koko and Cottla nodded.

‘Is she your girlfriend?’, Koko asked. 'She is cooler than you’.

‘Yes, she is’, he answered, trying to contain a laugh. 'I know. She is awesome -he lowered his voice- but don’t tell her’.

'Do you like sweets?’, Koko enquired​, 'I’m trying to learn how to make cakes’.

'I would love to try your cooking, dear’, Zelda answered with a smile.

'I can teach you how to make cakes!’, Link offered, 'I know a super secret recipe’.

Koko’s eyes lit up at the proposal, and with her sister, joined Link and Zelda to gather the ingredients.

Soon the cooks were practically competing on which one would make the best fruitcake on Kakariko Village.

'Link, dearest’, Zelda approached him while he made a mixture with cane sugar and butter, 'care to remind me how old are you to be competing with an actual child?’

'She started!’

Zelda decided not to push further, and joined Cottla on the benches.

'Koko is a really good sister’, the youngest girl told the Princess, 'she cares a lot for Cottla and Daddy since Mama went away!’

They are orphans, Zelda guessed. Poor sweethearts.

'They are the daughters of one of the guards, Dorian’, Impa and Paya joined them out of the blue. 'Lovely girls, aren’t they?’

'Indeed, Impa’. She patted the head of the young girl, who held to her like a vine to a rock.

'Is Master Link…?’, Paya’s eyes squinted at the young man, furiously cooking.

'Yes, Paya dear’, Impa and Zelda answered simultaneously. 'It’s just what you think’.

'He is so different from what I was used to see, you know?’, the young Sheikah commented.

‘How so?’, Zelda asked.

'He was all determination, always on the run, never resting’, she explained, 'Now he is free from his burdens, it’s as if he was reborn into the most authentic version of himself’.

Paya’s observation elicited a sincere smile from Zelda. 'It’s just like you said’, she reaffirmed.

Few minutes later, both cakes were on the table, the women testing the cooks’ skills.

'Koko wins by a landslide’, Zelda emitted her verdict. 'Sorry, darling’.

Zelda was surprised at the childish pout he sported the rest of the evening. Never before she would have seen such… expressiveness. She had to make a conscious effort to not laugh whenever she made eye contact with him, he eluded her gaze, with his lips pursed in a pout.

8.39 p.m. Link has surprised me again. He is the most crusty, salty, sore loser I have ever seen. He lost a cooking contest to an eight-year-old girl, and he is holding the most petty grudge against me for choosing little Koko over him.

Anyway, I should be looking for him. We depart tomorrow morning to Gerudo Desert.


10.05 p.m. I finally found Link near the Great Fairy Fountain. He was less pouty, almost back to his usual self. He commented next time we visit, he is going to have payback.

Oh, Goddesses. What have I done to deal with this.

On an unrelated note, Impa and Paya will visit us once we get home. Impa wants to see her little big sister with her own eyes (and probably wants to see I’m not living in a grotto or a cave, considering she’s always been on the more proper, protective side), and I think Paya will be thrilled to see the world outside the Village; maybe she will find a boyfriend there, who knows?

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How about a fluffy post-FBaWtFT fix-it with Theseus taking Percival on a long vacation around the world after his rescue? ^^ especially if Newt tags along to find more fantastic beasts!

It happens the night Percival runs.

We’re in New York, it’s still Winter - a couple of weeks after the Auror Team and Tina Goldstein - shaking hands, bleached lips, heart slowly imploding in her chest as she barks orders - managed to find Director Percival Graves. Alive, said the Healer they brought with them, even if his strong-jawed, weathered face had gone paler and paler as he approached the poor thing of broken skin and bloodied clothes on the prison’s floor, alive. Then Theseus Scamander ran forward, dropping on his knees and sobbing broken apologies to the poor thing, alarm charms were shot in the dark, and Auror Goldstein retaired herself to a bent in the maze of undergroud corridors and threw her guts up.

For seven days, Percival hovers between life and death, IVs desperately pumping blood in his exhausted system, magic knitting back together bones and tissues - friends and colleagues and family coming to say stay please or I’m sorry or at least goodbye. Theseus does all three, repeatedly. Newt drops by too, bones aching for open air and cramped foul-smelling ship cabins and lands and creatures still uncharted but unable to leave Tina’s pain - his brother’s pain. He’s not sure what he’s exactly supposed to do, but that’s hardly a problem - Newt has a longlife experience in being awkwardly useless. So he keeps coming around, and peering in the private room to check on Theseus’ sunken, unshaven face and the sleeping man he’s never really met, and bringing food and water, and somehow he finds himself listening to Thes’ stories of his time in the Army and his time with Percival. They’re good stories, and when he’s telling them, his brother’s eyes do not look quite as haunted as usual. For Newt, it’s more than enough.

Percival waking up results in a rather anticlimatic event, actually. Rather mundane. He simply opens his eyes, in the wee hours of morning when Theseus drags himself to the MACUSA restrooms to wash his face, stretches a shaking arm to ring the bell beside his table, and quietly answers the Healer’s questions. Yes, he knows his name. Yes, he knows where he is. No, he does not remember how he got here. No, he doesn’t want her to call anyone. Yes - he’s thirsty.

“There’s something else I can do for you, Director?” the Healer asks, putting down the glass of water she’s just pressed to Graves’ lips and that his shaking fingers haven’t even tried to hold. “Some soup? Ice chips?”

Percival draws a breath - it’s painful. Everything is painful, everything is shattering, his skin his bones his teeth, and his heart, his heart is pounding hard enough to burst through his chest, as if it’s trying to get free from this failing body, as if Grindelwald was still hovering over him grinning and laughing and-

“I wanna go home,” Percival says. “I wanna go home, now.”

The Healer squirms uneasily on her spot. “Mister Graves, you’re not yet recovered enough-”

They won’t let him - oh no, no, that’s not good not good not good. He’s suddenly breathing through concrete. His heart redoubles its efforts to crack his ribs. The room’s walls seem to breath around him, in and out, closing in, inch by inch. “I can fucking see it by myself, thanks,” he rasps out, “but I want to go home. And real clothes. And shoes.” A shuddering breath. “And my wand.”

“Mister Graves…”

“I’m alive, am I not?” Percival swings his feet off the side of the bed, trying to push himself up. It’s a blinding, burning mistake, his right leg screaming and his left elbow exploding in a tiny supernova of needles and bright spots flickering before his eyes. “Then there’ no need to fret like that - if I was to kick the bucket, I’d do it before.” He shudders, the last time he tried to get up - the last time he broke his arm as punishment - flashing in his mind, and forces himself to think that word, repeat it over and over again - I’m alive I’m alive I’m alive.

Am I not?

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Love is Confusing - Jaime Reyes x Bart Allen x Reader

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Requested by Anon- A Jaime x Bart x Reader imagine.

Requested by Anon -  Jaime and Bart being in a relationship, then meeting the reader and both of them being attracted to them. After talking they agree to try wooing the reader together and try to form a poly relationship.


“I still don’t understand why Nightwing assigned us to guard the outside of the building,” Bart complained for the fifth time. “If I was in there, I could save the senator dude in a flash.”

“Right ese,” Jaime answered, rolling his eyes. Even though, he loved Bart, sometimes he wished he would let things go.

Jaime and Bart were sent on a mission with Superboy, Wonder Girl, and Beast Boy to protect an important senator from a possible assassination attempt. When Bart and Jaime were assigned to watch the outside of the building from a park bench across the street, Bart was miffed. He claimed it was because Nightwing had it out for him, but Jaime knew it was simply because Bart was too energetic to follow the senator around all day. 

“I’m bored,” Bart lamented as he rapidly tapped his foot.  

“Bart, stop that,” Jaime ordered, placing his hand on Bart’s knee. Both boys were dressed as civilians. “You don’t want to blow our cover.”

Bart sighed, slumping over on the bench. “But I’m bored,” he grumbled before a frisky smile broke onto his face. “Maybe we should go find something better to do.”

Jaime frowned at him, unimpressed, but a blush burning onto his face proved he wasn’t too displeased. “We need to focus on the mission,” he reminded. 

“I’m totally feeling the mode,” Bart groaned making Jaime roll his eyes. Bart laid down on the bench, placing his feet in Jaime’s lap. Jaime’s face became even redder as people began to stare. 

Pushing Bart’s legs off of him, Jaime stood up and motioned him to follow. Bart obeyed, trotting next to Jaime with the enthusiasm of a puppy. 

“What are we doing?” Bart asked happily, glad to be moving at last. 

“We’re checking the perimeter for any sigh of someone entering the building,” Jaime answered as they both preceded around the block. Bart frowned at the tediousness of the task, but said nothing.

They were about halfway around the block when Bart started walking backwards. Jaime just smiled at him, not having the heart to scold him. Bart took Jaime’s smile as permission to start jogging backwards. He kept going faster and faster to the point Jaime had to run to catch up to him. Bart was so amused by Jaime’s expression that he failed to notice you.

“Bart, look out,” Jaime shouted as Bart ran right into you. You both fell to the ground with Bart landing on top of you. Jaime ran over to you as Bart scrambled off of you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” Bart apologized rapidly as you groaned in pain. Jaime and Bart offered their hands. You took both, wincing as they pulled you into a standing position. 

Bart brushed you off while Jaime finally got a good look at your face. His heart skipped a beat. You were breath-taking. Bart stopped brushing you off, and looked into your face. His heart skipped a beat as well. 

“It’s alright,” you said as you checked yourself for any injury. “Accidents happen.” You glanced at the two boys only to find them both staring at you with stunned expressions. “Are you two okay?”

“Yeah…yeah, we’re fine,” Jaime coughed, clearing his head. 

“Crash,” Bart breathed, still staring at you. 

“Well, I’ll be going now,” you said, self-consciousness appeared on your face as you stepped away from the two boys. Just when you were almost out of reach, Jaime grabbed your arm.

“I’m Jaime, and this is Bart,” Jaime stammered, letting go of your arm once he had your attention. Bart continued to stare at you.

You studied them for a long moment before a tiny smile broke onto your face. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”  

“(Y/N),” Bart whispered, grinning wildly at you. You bit your lip, finding yourself wanted to smile right back at him. 

“I have to get going,” you stated, turning away from them. “It was nice meeting you.” With that, you were gone. 

Jaime and Bart stood there for several minutes, trying to recover from the shock of your beauty. “Were they real?” Bart asked, glancing at Jaime. He was surprised that Jaime had the same love-struck expression on his face. 

“Yeah, I think so,” Jaime replied softly, looking back at Bart. The two stared at each other for a moment. 

“Did you feel the same way I did about them?” Bart questioned after opening and closing his mouth several times in uncertainty. A blush burned onto Bart’s face as Jaime nodded in confirmation. 

“I don’t know what this means, because I’m in love with you, Bart,” Jaime responded with slight panic in his voice. “You can’t feel something like that for more than one person. It’s not right.”

“What do you mean it’s not right? People fall in love sometimes only once in their lives, so when you get the opportunity twice, you can’t pass it up,” Bart insisted, gesturing wildly. People started staring at them, so Jaime pulled Bart into an alleyway for some privacy. 

“Bart, you just met (Y/N). You can’t be in love with them,” Jaime protested, lowering his voice. 

Bart rolled his eyes. “I knew I loved you when I first met you, in this timeline anyway,” Bart admitted, making Jaime blush. 

“You did?” Jaime face was now completely red. A fluttering grew in his chest as Bart gazed at him with adoration. 

“Yeah, and I feel the same way about (Y/N). I know you felt the same way about them too. That’s why we have to act upon this now, Jaime,” Bart explained, pacing to satisfy his need to move. 

“Are you suggesting we try polyamory? I don’t know if (Y/N) is going to be cool with that, ese,” Jaime answered, eyes wide with the idea of asking you in his mind. He found he wasn’t against the idea as much as he initially thought.

“We don’t know if we don’t ask them, Jaime,” Bart replied. “Besides, then we would get a chance to see them again.”

Jaime pursed his lips, deep in thought. “Okay, we’ll try it,” Jaime agreed. Bart let out a cheer before super-speeding around Jaime. Jaime almost fell over from the wind, gasping, “Stop Bart. We’re undercover.” 

Bart slid to a halt. “Oh, right…” Suddenly, their comlinks beeped. 

“Blue, Impulse, where are you? The senator is under attack. We needed you five minutes ago,” Superboy barked through the comlink. Jaime and Bart looked at each other and winced before running off to help.


The next day, Jaime and Bart formed a plan. They used the Justice League’s computer to look up your address and phone number. Bart wanted to just call you, or randomly show up at your house, but Jaime stopped him by informing him that would be creepy. However, Jaime did let Bart leave flowers on your front step with a note from ‘secret admirers.’ 

Thus, it was decided with much debate that Jaime and Bart would ‘casually’ run into you again. After all, it was the best way to meet you again without making you feel like calling the police. 

“It’s simple, ese,” Jaime began as they waited outside the library. According to the security cameras they had Robin hack for them, you were inside. “We’re going to look like we’re talking, and when (Y/N) comes out…”

“…We’ll act like we’re surprised to see them, and then ask them out,” Bart finished, annoyed. “You have been telling me since we arrived.” 

“That’s because I’m afraid you’ll forget it,” Jaime interjected. Bart glared at him before shrugging his shoulders, admitting Jaime was probably right. 

Suddenly, you exited the library. Pausing on the stairs to place a book into your bag, Jaime and Bart nudged each other, trying to get the other one to approach. Eventually, Bart pushed Jaime forward. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jaime called out, making you jump in surprise. 

“Oh, Hi Jaime. Hi Bart,” you answered, pressing a hand against your heart to recover. “It’s nice to see you both again.”

“It’s really nice to see you again, (Y/N),” Bart said enthusiastically. You simply raised your eyebrows.

“So, you can form sentences now,” you commented, laughing when Bart blushed. “I’m kidding, Bart.”

“What are you doing here?” Jaime chimed in, blushing despite his determination not to. 

You gestured to your bag. “I had to pick up a few books,” you replied, smiling when Jaime and Bart nodded in unison. “Why are you two here?”

“We were just in the neighborhood…,” Jaime answered causally. 

“…Looking for you,” Bart interjected happily. Jaime smacked him on the shoulder as you frowned at them. 

“I told you not to say that,” Jaime whispered to Bart. Bart looked down in shame. “Now, we freaked them out.”

Laughter shook your body, shocking both Jaime and Bart. “You haven’t freak me out yet,” you chuckled, having overheard what Jaime had said. “Why were you looking for me?”

“We wanted to ask you out for a date,” Bart stammered when Jaime failed to speak. “With the both of us.” You froze, glancing between Bart and Jaime for any sigh of amusement. Instead, they both appeared nervous for your answer. 

“You both want to ask me out? At the same time?” you clarified, feeling a little uneasy. It felt like a prank, after all you only met these two once and that was when they knocked you to the ground.

“Si, (Y/N),” Jaime confirmed, taking Bart’s hand. “Bart and I have been dating for a while, and we love each other very much…”

“…But when we met you, we both felt attracted to you in a way that we have only felt for each other,” Bart finished, staring at you with sparkling green eyes. Jaime was looking at the ground, kicking his feet into the pavement. Bart pursed his lips for a moment before continuing. “Most people are lucky to feel this way once in a lifetime, and we have been lucky enough to feel it twice. When you feel something that deep, you can’t ignore it.”

Bart looked at Jaime, who met his gaze before turning to stare at you with stunning brown eyes. “’That is why we wanted to ask you if you would consist having a relationship with us. I know it’s strange and it might not work, but it feels right somehow.”

“Will you go out with us?” Bart asked as he turned his eyes back to yours. You were stunned, glancing between both boys. Thoughts and possibilities roared through your head as you made your decision. 

“Okay,” you agreed with a small smile playing upon your lips. Giant grins broke out on both boys’ faces. Bart started laughing, letting out a whoop of joy. He sped forward, trapping you in a tight hug. You looked at Jaime with confusion having just seen Bart’s super-speed. 

“I’ll explain later,” Jaime mouthed with a grin. You hugged Bart back while keeping eye contact with Jaime. When Bart finally let you go, Jaime stepped forward. “Are you free now, because we found this bakery down the street.”

“It has the best muffins I have ever tasted,” Bart added, taking your hand. 

You laughed, nodding your head. “Sure, It sounds nice,” you answered, loving the excitement on their faces. Bart grabbed Jaime’s hand in the one that wasn’t holding yours, and began to pull you both down the street.  

“This is going to be so crash,” Bart cried as you and Jaime stumbled along behind him. 

“Don’t worry,” Jaime reassured. “He’s like this all the time.” You laughed in response, glad that you had the courage to say yes to their offer. 

Meeting Kevin Tran and Closing the Gates of Hell

A/n- The next part of Long Lost Sister, sorry its been so long since I updated! With this chapter the series is going to start following along the show plot. It picks up at season eight episode 14, Trial and Error.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their little sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

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Y/n huffed as she hurried up the boat stairs behind her brothers. Some guy named Kevin had called and Sam and Dean gave up their recent no hunting rule to go check it out. They’d only gone up a flight of stairs and Y/n was already out of breath. It’d been awhile since her brothers let her go on a hunt. She was recovering nicely from her recent injury, but the Winchester Brothers weren’t taking any chances. Guess this Kevin guy must be really important if they were bringing her along.

The three siblings quickly and quietly crept onto the boat, guns raised.

“Kevin, it’s us,” Sam called as they moved further into the boat. Y/n looked around, the place was a mess. Books and papers everywhere, mostly covered in writing she couldn’t understand. Thumping came from the next room and the trio raised their guns again, moving toward the closed door. Y/n didn’t miss how her brothers moved slightly so they were positioned in front of her. Figures.

Dean swung the door open and the sound of vomiting filled the room.

“Gross,” Y/n muttered under her breath. They guided the man, previously hunched over the toilet to the table in the next room. This must be Kevin, Y/n though. Dean also insisted Y/n sit even though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine.

“Are you sleeping?” Sam asked the other man concerned.

“Not really.” He looked exhausted. This hair was disheveled, he smelled and his eyes kept flicking around the room unfocused.

Dean asked the next question, “Are you eating?”

“Hot dogs mostly.”

“Sure, yeah- breakfast of champions. Look I’m going to feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad, and a shower.”

“I know and I’ve been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds and I think maybe I had a small stroke.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. Damn, who was this guy and what was so important that he was running himself this far into the ground?

“But it was worth it. I figured out how to close the gates of hell,” Y/n shared shocked looks with her brothers. Close the gates of hell? What does that even mean?

“Come here you smelly son of a bitch,” Dean rushed around the table, hugging the younger man.

“Okay, so what does this mean? What are we looking at?” Sam asked excitedly. Kevin began to explain about the necessary spell and the trials. According to Kevin, God created these three trials and after they were all completed you could successfully close the gates of hell. So far Kevin has only decoded the first trial. Killing a hellhound and bathing in its blood. Nasty!

“Awesome!”

“Awesome?” Sam and I questioned Dean.

“Yeah! Hey, if this means icing all demons, I’ve got no problem gutting some hell dog.”

“How are we going to find one?” I question.

Dean shrugged, “Well hell hounds like to collect on crossroads deals, so all we got to do is track down some loser who sighed over his special sauce ten years ago and get between him and Clifford the big dead dog. Easy!”

It really didn’t sound that easy to Y/n. How exactly were they supposed to find these “losers” as Dean called them? These trials also rubbed her the wrong way. It almost sounded too easy. Closing the gates of hell had to be complicated or it would long be done. Don’t get her wrong, she wanted them closed, no more demons sounded good with Y/n, but this whole thing was rubbing her the wrong way.

“It doesn’t sound easy,” Kevin shock his head.

“I second that,” she agreed.

“Who are you?” Kevin gave her a puzzled look, seeming to notice Y/n for the first time.

“Y/n Mulligan,” she nodded her head toward the boys. “Their sister.”

Dean continued on, “Look, you get on the net, see what you can dig up. I’m gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that’s not ground-up hooves and pigs’ anuses; not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Dean winked at them and was gone.


By the time Dean got back, Sam and Y/n had figured out that their best bet was in Shoshone, Idaho with the Cassidy Family.

Dean turned to Kevin, “Alright, you stay here and work on step number two and if you come across anything on hellhounds drop a dime, okay? Between the claws and the teeth, and the whole invisibility thing, those bitches can be real bitches.”

Y/n nodded at Kevin, as she got up from her seat and went to follow her brothers. Dean put a hand on her should to stop her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“With you guys to Idaho to track down the hellhound.”

“No way! Absolutely not, you’re staying here. Help Kevin or something. You’re still recovering.”

Y/n sighed, her stitches were long out and really she was fine. A little sore and stiffer than usually, but totally capable of going with them to the ranch, “I’m fine Dean and I’m going. Really, I’m all healed up you know that.”

Dean bit his lip and looked back at Sam who just shrugged, “I know, but Sam and I can handle this along and I just feel we should wait a little longer.”

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms, she was sick of Dean treating her like a child, “Dean, we’re not waiting. This isn’t your decision, it’s mine. I’m coming and that’s final.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, clearly upset that he lost and his brother didn’t back him up. Dean turned back to his shopping bag, pulling out two bottles, “I gotcha a present. The blue ones are for the headaches and the green ones are for pep.”

He handed them to Kevin, before slapping his arm, “Don’t OD.”

Y/n’s eyes bugged, this was definitely not a good idea. Kevin was already running on next to nothing, giving him pills for pep definitely wasn’t going to help.

“Is that really a good idea?” Yy/n asked Dean as they headed toward the door.

He nodded, “Y/n, we’re on the one yard line, it’s time to play through the pain.”

Sam and Y/n exchanged looks and Sam shook his head, “This definitely isn’t a good idea.”  

She looked back at Kevin one last time before following her brothers out. Hopefully the kid could hold it together until they got back.


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Dongwan’s Facebook Update:

After Eric’s news was made known to everyone, I’ve been rather afraid of coming to facebook.

I’m saddened by the comments you left, yet I understand and it also hurts me.
However, as I’m not directly involved, I’m not in a position to say anything, and also, I wanted to avoid having whatever I say be unnecessarily reported and magnified.

This is a major life event that should be congratulated on but with things turning ou like this, it’s unfortunate and upsetting.

All I can say is, « Shinhwa will go on till we die, and I trust the members, and also Shinhwa Changjo, who are always by our side »….

I have nothing else to say. I’m sorry.

Let me talk about how I have been. My knee ligament is recovering nicely. Although I don’t recover as quick as I used to but the swelling has gone down, and they say my strength recovers on the fast side.
The cast was removed early this month, and I’m walking with a brace but that can be removed at the end of next month too.

Because I need to be careful for a while, you’ll probably see me moving carefully at the Japan concert in May.
But I’ll do my best and work even harder to make up for what is lacking.

And I’ll soon start practicing for a musical.
It has really great music and script so I had been wanting to do it but I gave it a lot of consideration because of my knee. I didn’t want to give it a pass so I had a few discussions with my doctor over the practice and performance period…
I was told that it will be fine as long as I’m careful during practice, so I decided to join in.

To prepare for the Japan concert in May, Shinhwa’s concert in June, and the musical, I’m thinking of temporarily closing my Facebook.
I’ll show you a good image as Shinhwa’s Kim Dongwan and actor Kim Dongwan.
And I’ll return to Facebook in Autumn.

Bye.

English Translation by malpabo


Après que la nouvelle d'Eric ait été connue de tous, j'ai eu peur de venir sur Facebook.
Je suis attristé par les commentaires que vous avez laissés, mais je comprends et cela me fait mal.
Cependant, comme je ne suis pas directement impliqué, je ne suis pas en mesure de dire quoi que ce soit, et je voulais éviter d'avoir ce que je dis être inutilement rapporté et amplifié.

Il s'agit d'un événement majeur qui devrait être félicité, mais avec les choses qui tournent comme ça, c'est malheureux et bouleversant.

Tout ce que je peux dire, c'est “Shinhwa continuera jusqu'à ce que nous mourions, et je crois en les membres, et aussi les Shinhwa Changjo, qui sont toujours de notre côté» ….

Je n'ai rien d'autre à dire. Je suis désolé.

Permettez-moi de parler de la façon dont je vais. Mon ligament du genou se rétablit bien. Bien que je ne me récupère pas aussi vite comme j'en avais l'habitude, mais le gonflement a diminué, et ils disent que ma force récupère vite.
Le plâtre a été supprimé au début de ce mois-ci, et je marche avec une attelle, mais cela peut être retiré à la fin du mois prochain.

Parce que je dois faire attention pendant un certain temps, vous me verrez probablement me déplacer avec attention lors du concert au Japon en mai.
Mais je ferai de mon mieux et travaillerai encore plus fort pour compenser ce qui manque.

Et je vais bientôt commencer à répéter pour une comédie musicale.
Cette comédie a vraiment une excellente musique et un très bon scénario, donc j'avais envie de le faire, mais j'ai beaucoup réfléchi à cause de mon genou. Je ne voulais pas faire un laissez-passer dessus, alors j'ai eu quelques discussions avec mon médecin concernant la période de répétition et de performance …
On m'a dit que cela irait bien aussi longtemps que je sois prudent pendant la répétition, alors j'ai décidé de me joindre au casting.

Pour me préparer au concert de Shinhwa au Japon en mai, en plus celui en juin, et à la comédie musicale, je pense à la fermeture temporaire de mon Facebook.
Je vais vous montrer une bonne image en tant que Kim Dongwan de Shinhwa et acteur Kim Dongwan.
Et je serais de retour sur Facebook en automne.

Au revoir.

hemnalini  asked:

Jane! 56 for the prompt thing please? :)))

TANZEE!! Here’s “It brings out your eyes.”  Prompt list here if you want to send me one!

Continuation of this Non-SHIELD AU, but can be read alone.

He doesn’t look up when the door creaks open, having learned that it only embarrasses the students. Instead, he grabs the ream of paper and allows the latecomer to believe they haven’t been disruptive at all.

“Now,” he says, “I know that spacetime is a difficult concept, but think about it this way.” He sets the ream of paper on the table, for all the class to see. “We’re 3D, yeah? Okay, but imagine we lived in a two-dimensional existence. Flat,” he continues, picking up the top sheet from the ream, “just like this piece of …”

He almost chokes on his own spit when he sees her. She’s sitting way in the back, but that smile shines like a lighthouse. He stands there, gaping at her until she mouths the words go on, and he realizes the whole class is very confused.

And of course, he must look like a fool, standing at the front of the class holding a piece of paper and stunned that the woman he loves just waltzed in. She’s supposed to be on the other side of the ocean. He’s supposed to meet her at the airport on Saturday. It takes him a minute to realize that he’s also supposed to be giving a lecture.

“This …” He squints down at the sheet in his hands. “Imagine that we’re flat, like this piece of paper. We wouldn’t be able to conceive of …” She leans in, and he swallows, “Of three dimensions. Of a cube, or … anything that’s not two-dimensional.”

He continues as best as he can, but she has to know how she’s affecting him, or she wouldn’t be enjoying it so much. In the end, he has to avoid looking in her corner of the room, or he’ll keep thinking of the way she looked the last time he saw her, of the way he kissed her without realizing it, of the fire in his blood when she kissed him back. So he watches the ream of paper, the whiteboard, the podium, and his notes. He glances at the front row, the second row, and his own hands. And somehow, magically, he makes it through the class.

He shuffles through his notes as the students leave, pretending to pack up even as he feels her draw closer. He’s never felt his heart beat like this before, because he didn’t realize he loves her until she kissed him like she loves him back. 

“Fascinating lecture,” she says, and he still doesn’t look up. “I never thought of teaching it that way. I may have to steal your methods.”

Her voice is so casual, so usual, that he can’t help but look at her face and hope there’s another meaning behind her words. He finds that her coy smile is enough to blind him.

“You’re early,” he says, then winces. “I mean, you’re back early. Is everything … is everything alright with your mum and dad?”. 

Her smile sobers, but doesn’t disappear. “He’s doing fine, actually. Recovering quite nicely. I would have been happy to stay longer, but I started to feel like I was in the way.” She shrugs, as if that’s just life, as if her presence isn’t something to be treasured. He narrows his eyes at her.

“I’m sure that’s not the case.”

“Well,” she says, “you know my parents. I’ve been out of the house so long that I tend to muck up their routine. And I think my mum just wanted time alone with him, since she came so close to losing him.” 

This smile is different, like she’s remembering something unspeakably pleasant, and he wonders if she’s ever looked at her parents the way he has, if she’s ever thought that love wasn’t worth having if it didn’t look something like theirs.

“I did have time to go through their cupboards, though,” she continues. Her smile grows mischievous. “I binned everything remotely unhealthy and replaced it with something much better. I had some angry texts waiting for me when I got off the plane!” She chuckles then, and he restrains himself from saying he should have been there, or that he almost booked himself a ticket. 

“I know how he feels,” he says instead, trying to control the smile of his own. “You did the same thing to me once, if you recall.”

“I recall that you had nothing in your kitchen but ice cream,” she says. “And I remember that you made yourself sick with it. I also remember thinking that girl who dumped you didn’t deserve you or your tears.”

He takes in a breath, because they’d been dancing around this subject on the brief phone calls they’ve had, and here it is. He tries to stammer out a response, but it takes a few fragments of nonsensical sounds before he finds the right word.

“Dinner.”

Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, and he’s pleased to have surprised her.

“What?”

“Dinner,” he repeats. “You must be exhausted from your trip. Let me take you out to dinner.”

He’s pretty sure that he said an actual, complete sentence, but his mind is whirling. He’d made a reservation for the day she was scheduled to come back, but would they let him move it? Or would he have to start his research all over again? Honestly, there were so many variables, and he was sure Italian was appropriate for the occasion, but what if he couldn’t find—

“Dinner,” she says. He swallows.

“Yes.”

She tilts her head at him, as if she’s not sure what he means, but he’s sure it must be plastered all over his face. He was sure that a kiss like that meant she wanted him to take her on a date, but the silence gives room for doubts. What if—

“That sounds lovely,” she says. “But I have one condition.”

He almost chokes for a second time. “Okay.”

“You have to wear your blue dress shirt. The one you wore when we went to the symphony, with the same tie.” She looks down at the floor, and he swears he sees the hint of a blush on her cheeks. “It’s just that it … it brings out your eyes. And it’ll go well with the dress I want to wear.”

“Oh,” he stammers. “Oh, I mean if you … okay.” He does some metal inventory and verifies that yes, that shirt is clean and pressed, and he’s pretty sure he has the tie. But—did she say she’d wear a dress?

“Okay?”

She looks up into his eyes and he swears, in this moment, he’d give her anything.

“Yeah, I can … I can do that. I have, um, I have another class after this, but I can pick you up around … six?”

Six, he hopes, is early enough that they’ll get a table right way, maybe early enough that he might be able to ask for an outside table where they can share the view. It’s supposed to be warm tonight, so she should be comfortable even if she … 

She nods. “Six is perfect. I’ll see you then. And Fitz?”

He’s still trying to tell himself that it’s a Thursday, that it’s near the stadium but the big game isn’t until tomorrow, that it should be fine it should be fine it should be fine, so it takes him a second to realize she asked him a question.

“Uh, yes?”

Her expression is truly unreadable.

“Thank you.”

He furrows his brow. “Thank you? For what?”

She looks down, but one corner for her lips curls upward.

“For teaching me that some things are inevitable. For being something to come home to.”

And he’s so stunned by what she means that he doesn’t realize she’s standing on her toes to kiss him until it’s happening. It’s all too brief, but he knows what it means. He knows that they both have wonderful things to look forward to.

She doesn’t say anything before she leaves, just gives him a look so pointed that he’s still standing there long after she’s left, alone in this empty room and feeling more full than he ever has in his life.

There’s a difference, he thinks, between coming home and having your home come back to you. 

He’ll have to find a way to thank her for that.

Deep Space Nine RECAP: 7x04

Perhaps the reason why my Trek through Deep Space Nine was on hold for a while, was because the universe knew that this strawberry milkshake of an episode would be exactly what I needed this week.

Season 7, Episode 4: ‘Take Me Out To the Holosuite’

It’s another beautiful day in space — until Sisko’s mood is upended by the arrival of his Petty Nemesis, one Captain Solok.

A) Love a petty nemesis, fantastic, B) am just realizing in this moment that there is no one in the Quadrant more suited to petty nemisery than Vulcans. Those people never forget a detail. In a ‘Which Line In Hamilton Are You?’ quiz all Vulcans get “Here’s an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.”

“(Sweet Jesus.)”

Solok and Sisko each affect a superior remove while they snip and preen at each other over their respective medals of honor. Then Solok gives Sisko a rundown of the repairs his ship is going to need, and unfortunately for EVERYONE, it turns out that the work that needs to be done on the T’Kumbra’s warp core will take at least week. Aggrieved siiigh.

As he rises to depart, Solok mentions that while here he needs the use of a holosuite. Well whatever your floats your spaceboat; take it up with Quark.

“I have created a special program for my senior staff,” he continues, “and they are quite eager to resume using it.”

Sisko, in a tone that is somehow more dismissive and disinterested than not even responding: “Really.”

Oh yes really. In fact, it’s based on an Earth game.

We don’t even hear Solok say it, we just cut to Ben bouncing up to Kira like “Colonel, gather the team! I mean crew. I mean TEAM.”

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maybe some people are just meant to be the mediators, the helpers, the lovers, and the ones to care for everyone else. maybe that’s just how the universe works, it picks those select few to be the ones to spread love to everyone else. the ones who care more about a passing stranger then themselves. the ones who would give up their life to make someone else’s a little bit happier. and maybe, just maybe their not meant to get as much love in return because sometimes it’s just in someone’s blood to give out everything they have and receive very little back. but to those few, that’s okay because the all the happiness they give to others counteracts all the sadness that tears away at their insides. it’s an equal balance in the universe. you give love to others to the point where there’s none left for yourself but that’s okay because you have a rare heart–the kind that’s just happy when others are happy. and that’s enough. if you’re one of those few, i understand your hurting but be strong. because the world needs more loving people like yourself.
—  from one of you.