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half-baked-cat  asked:

For the drabble prompts, "Do you even own a shirt?" + Sterek of course <3

To be honest, I don’t really know how exactly this ended up being a royal, historical fic with nerdy prince Derek and shirtless knight Stiles, but it did so I have to tag @demisexualhale (also on ao3!)

“Do you even own a tunic?”

The question was spoken dryly, Derek’s voice practically dripping with condescension as he wet the tip of his index finger to ease in the turning of the page of the large tome he was reading. It was extremely intriguing, a detailed account of the life of one of the more obscure members of his ancestral tree which stretched back for millennia.

It was a temperate spring day, the beams of sun that poked through the shroud of fluffy white clouds warm but not at all stifling, a welcome change in weather after the cold bitterness of winter. The gentle breeze that originated from the west stirred the branches of the autumn cherry trees and pink dogwoods whose delicate buds were already beginning to blossom.

With the last of winter’s snow melting away to reveal vibrant green grass boasting burgeoning puschkinia and tulips and white irises, Derek’s sisters had insisted they lunch in the courtyard of the castle. While he had initially rolled his eyes, already absorbed in his tome, Derek had finally relented under the weight of his older sister’s disapproving glare, though he brought his tome with him.

His sisters’ ladies-in-waiting had arranged a cozy spot for the three of them in the shade of the courtyard walls, beneath the delicately blooming branches of a grand tulip magnolia. With the assistance of a few other servants, the ladies-in-waiting had brought out a few chaise lounges along with several additional cushions for the trio royal siblings.

A table of refreshments had been carried into the courtyard as well, ornate china platters full of cucumber sandwiches and an assortment of fruits along with various tarts, both sweet and savory, and fancy pastries. Bottles of wine were arranged on the table among intricate, ruby encrusted goblets along with steaming pots of tea and hand painted teacups.

His sisters had taken up residence on one chaise lounge, delighting in the most recent of court gossip, whispering about the latest scandals of other royal families. They tittered behind their hands as they sipped their wine, though their laughter echoed off the ancient stone walls of the courtyard nonetheless, both of them sorely lacking in subtly.

Derek, on the other hand opted to focus on his book, not truly caring whether or not the Duchess of Lake’s gown at the last ball had been gaudy and repulsive or what lord was proving unfaithful to his wife with one of the nannies. He did not partake in any wine, either, as it was much too early for him, preferring to keep his wits about him as he enjoyed a cup of earl grey tea.

Unfortunately, it was rather difficult to focus on the words written on the page when Laura’s raucous laugh was not the only sound reverberating in the courtyard. The sound of blades clashing drowned out the sweet birdsong of the cardinal perched in an ornamental pear tree, the thunk of arrows hitting wood echoing dully.

Alas, the courtyard had already been in use when Derek’s sisters had dragged him outside with them, a group of knights sparring and practicing in the warm sunshine. They had graciously volunteered to vacate the courtyard in order for the royals to enjoy their leisure time without any annoyances, but Laura had dismissed the offer as ridiculous.

Raised to be diplomatic, Laura had simply suggested that both parties make use of the courtyard, the head of the knights bowing his head in both thanks and appreciation. After all, the courtyard was plenty big enough. Though apparently not big enough to spare Derek from another distraction.

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Yet Another AU

Saitama, a disgruntled and overworked businessman who never gets a moment to relax, gives himself three days to choose whether to quit his job or not. The first night, he decides to drink himself stupid and chances upon a high class bar. He goes in and settles in at the bar for a night of terrible drinking. Halfway through his first drink, he hears the most beautiful, hypnotizing voice he had ever heard. It throws the stress from his shoulders, makes him forget about his job, and makes him, for the first time in ages, feel okay. He turns around and sees a young, gorgeous blond singing into a microphone. He asks the bartender who that is and she tells him that’s Genos, their resident lounge singer.      


‘’Surprise! I bet you didn’t expect me here, you bitch.’’

Murder of Shanda Sharer

Top: Melinda Loveless; Laurie Tackett

Bottom: Hope Rippey; Toni Lawrence

On the night of January 10, 1992, 16-year-old Melinda Loveless concocted a plan to kidnap and kill her 12-year-old rival Shanda Sharer. Melinda Loveless had been in a lesbian relationship with 15-year-old Amanda Heavrin for two years until Shanda came into the picture and Amanda began focusing her attention on her and away from Melinda. Melinda had threatened Shanda on multiple occasions and told friends everyday how much she wanted her rival dead.

Melinda enlisted the help of three other teenage girls to join the kidnapping and killing of Shanda Sharer: Laurie Tackett (17), Hope Rippey (15), andToni Lawrence (15), who resided in Madison, Indiana. Laurie Tackett, who Melinda specifically recruited knowing she had a need to be violent, was very aware of what Melinda had in store for that night. She informed Hope and Toni that they were going to kill a little girl, but neither girl took her seriously. Laurie Tackett picked Hope and Toni up and made the long drive to New Albany, Indiana, where Melinda resided. They lounged around in her bedroom, trying on Melinda’s clothes until Melinda drew a butcher knife from her purse. ”This is the knife I’m going to use to scare Shanda,” she said.

Melinda began discussing her hatred for Shanda and how much she wanted her dead for stealing her girlfriend, though admitted that she was sexy, as much as she hated her. Toni and Hope sat in silence, shocked. They did not know Shanda, and neither did Laurie. Knowing that Shanda was spending the weekend at her father’s house in nearby Jeffersonville, Indiana, Melinda called her house multiple times but to no avail. The girls then piled into Laurie’s car and stopped a few blocks away from Shanda’s fathers house. Melinda and Laurie ordered Toni and Hope to go to the door and tell Shanda that they were friends of Amanda’s and Amanda was waiting for her at a location called the Witch’s Castle, a place familiar to Laurie. As Toni and Hope left, Melinda hid herself on the floorboard, clutching the knife, and Laurie covered her with a blanket. Toni and Hope knocked on the door and introduced themselves as friends of Amanda when Shanda answered. They told her Amanda was waiting for her at the Witch’s Castle and urgently needed to see Shanda. Shanda, who was just heading to a party, told them to return at around midnight. By then, she told them, her father would be asleep.

Melinda was furious when Hope and Toni returned to the car without Shanda, but they assured her that they could stop by later and pick her up. Afterward, the girls attended a punk rock concert and spent a couple hours there. Melinda called Amanda and, for the last time, told her that she was going to kill Shanda. The girls drove back to Shanda’s house and this time successfully lured her into the car, where Melinda lay hidden in the back. As Hope drove away, she began asking questions about her relationship with Amanda to trigger Melinda off and it worked; Melinda leaped out of her hiding place and pressed the knife against Shanda’s throat. ”Surprise!” Melinda shouted, ”I bet you didn’t expect me here, you bitch.” Shanda began sobbing and pleaded for her to let her go, promising to leave Amanda alone.

When they arrived at the Witch’s Castle, a ruined stone house located on an isolated hill overlooking the Ohio River, Melinda and Laurie bound Shanda’s hands and feet with rope and the girls began taunting her and stealing her jewelry. Laurie took a cherished sweater of hers, lit it on fire, and told Shanda, ”You’re next.” Fearing that bypassing cars would spot the fire and see what’s going on, Laurie and the girls went back in the car and drove all the way to Madison, Indiana, stopping in a densely forested area where Melinda forced Shanda to strip herself naked and began beating her with her fists, repeatedly cramming her knee into her mouth, causing her to bleed. Melinda attempted to slit her throat, but the knife was too dull. At some point during the beating, Hope got out of the car to assist them in holding Shanda down. Laurie and Melinda took turns stabbing Shanda in the chest and eventually strangled her with a rope, sending her into a state of unconsciousness.

The girls tossed Shanda into the trunk and drove to Laurie’s house to wash themselves off. Laurie fixed the girls some soft drinks. When they heard Shanda screaming and banging around in the trunk, Laurie grabbed a paring knife, assured the girls she’ll handle it, and went outside where she opened the trunk and stabbed Shanda in the head. Laurie returned to clean herself up and told the girls their futures with ”rune stones” just to calm them down. 

At about 2:30 AM, Hope and Toni decided to hang back as Melinda and Laurie went ”country cruising”, driving to the nearby town of Canaan. Every time they heard screaming and thumping sounds from the trunk, Laurie would stop the car and beat Shanda into silence with a tire iron. Shanda would call out Melinda’s name in a gurgled voice and the last word she could muster was ”mommy” until Laurie wacked her with the tire iron again. The girls debated where to dump off Shanda, considering the limited options they had such as tossing her in a lake and running her over with the car. Sometime during the ride, it was decided that they were going to burn her.

Melinda and Laurie returned to the house at dawn and lead Hope and Toni to the car to show them the mangled condition that Shanda was now in. Toni, refusing to take a look, went inside the car while Laurie opened up the trunk. Hope recalled, ”Not one inch of her wasn’t covered in blood.” Next, Hope took a Windex bottle and sprayed it all over Shanda’s wounds. As Shanda screamed and wriggled in pain, Hope taunted, ”You’re not looking so hot now, huh?”

The girls headed to a gas station where they purchased a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi, dumped it out, and refilled it with gasoline. Hope informed them of a secluded location called ”Lemon Road” where they could burn Shanda. Once they reached the gravel road, Toni, shaken up, stayed in the car while Hope and Laurie opened up the trunk, wrapped Shanda’s body up in a blanket, and laid her out on the side of the road. Laurie ordered Melinda to pour the gasoline over Shanda’s body, but she shied away, so she pushed it into Hope’s hands. Hope doused Shanda’s body with the gasoline and Laurie lit a match. Shanda’s body was up in flames within a millisecond.

All three girls piled into the car where Toni awaited and sped off, only it wasn’t too long before Melinda looked back and demanded that go back because Shanda wasn’t burning enough. Laurie spun the car around and pulled up beside Shanda’s burning body. Melinda got out of the car alone and stood over Shanda, staring at her severely charred condition for a few moments. Melinda later recounted in court, ”She was burned to a crisp. You couldn’t recognize her. I mean, she was totally crisp black. I was sick…I’m sick.” Melinda then poured the rest of the gasoline on her and quickly climbed back into the car. Melinda laughed about how Shanda’s tongue was darting in and out of her mouth and praised her death, relieved to have her rival out of her and Amanda’s lives.


After burning Shanda alive, the girls stopped at a local McDonald’s for breakfast where they joked that Shanda looked like the sausages. Toni, horrified, phoned her friend and confessed that the other girls had murdered someone. After breakfast, Melinda and Laurie dropped Hope and Toni home before heading back to Melinda’s place in New Albany.

A couple hours after Shanda’s death, two brothers from Canaan, Indiana, were on there way to go hunting when they discovered a peculiar body burnt alive on the side of the gravel road. They initially suspected someone had burned a mannequin as a prank, but the closer they drew, the higher their fears rose. The figure was nude except for a pair of ripped blue panties. It lay on its back, its head pointed toward the road, and was charred black from waist to head. Its pale white legs were spread open and bent at the knees, and both arms were stiffly raised toward the sky with clenched fists. The two hunters were unsettled by whether it was a dead body but proceeded to summon police.  

Melinda phoned a friend and confessed to murdering Shanda and afterward had Amanda Heavrin paged at Riverfalls Mall, arranging to pick her up. Upon meeting with Amanda, a tearful Melinda immediately told her everything that happened, explaining that she only intended to beat Shanda up but then Laurie went crazy and killed her. Amanda comforted the hysterical Melinda, unsure of whether this was merely a prank or not. Laurie, to prove to Amanda that they were telling the truth, showed Amanda the bloody trunk which contained one of Shanda’s bloody socks. Unlike Melinda, Laurie laughed as she walked Amanda through all the events that took place that night.

Melinda eventually dropped Amanda off at her house and made her promise not to tell anyone. The two shared one last kiss before Melinda then headed back to Laurie’s car. Meanwhile, Toni and Hope confessed to their parents and Toni’s parents immediately took her to the police station where Toni gave the names of the girls involved. The police enforcement pieced together the murder in a matter of hours. Melinda and Laurie were arrested later that night and taken into custody.


All four girls were tried as adults. To avoid the death penalty, all four girls accepted plea bargains. Laurie and Melinda were sentenced to sixty years in the Indiana Women’s Prison in Indianapolis. With maximum time reduced for good behavior, they could be released in 2020. Toni was sentenced to twenty years in prison, and with time reduced for good behavior, she was released in 2000. Hope was sentenced to 60 years, with ten suspended for mitigating circumstances, and ten years of medium supervision probation. With time reduced for good behavior, Hope was released in 2006.

Lobby, 140 West Street, NYC, New York
Photo by Michael Nagle for the New York Times

Utterly stunning lobby. Photo from a NYT article on adaptive reuse of historic buildings. As a resident of a 101-year-old former office building, I totally support this. -Wendy 

From the article, which appeared in July

But the 31-story Verizon building at 140 West Street, across from One World Trade Center in the financial district, may be the grandest of the bunch.

The full-block 1927 edifice, which like the other two phone buildings was designed by Ralph Walker, a prominent Art Deco architect, has an exterior lavishly decorated with carvings of vines, flowers and birds; it is a landmark, as is its vividly finished lobby, whose walls are trimmed in gold paint.

Upstairs, the developers the Magnum Real Estate Group and the CIM Group are adding 161 condos, from one- to five-bedrooms, in a project called Barclay Square, which will have the address of 100 Barclay Street, after the developers create a new entrance out of a loading bay.

The units are expected to hit the market in September, for $2,100 to $3,000 a square foot, said Ben Shaoul, Magnum’s president, although the offering plan for the $500 million project still awaits approval.

Phone companies need less equipment these days, but Verizon isn’t leaving completely; it will retain Floors 1 to 10 in a sharing arrangement similar to the Walker and Stella towers.

But to offer 47,000 square feet of amenity space, Magnum will avail itself of about half of that gilded lobby, which will be walled off and turned into a lounge. Residents will be able to enjoy their morning coffee, Mr. Shaoul said, under murals of the history of communication. One painting on the condo’s side shows a megaphone-carrying Egyptian. “You couldn’t build a space like this today,” he said.

Scarlet Heart: Mafia AU

(For the record, this is not the promised fan fiction. I don’t have the time to write this and do it justice, but I had a weird dream about modern!So and the Wangs being a crime family last night, and I’ve been fleshing the idea out with @agaggleoffandoms all day​. If anyone wants to steal any part of this and make it exist for me, I would basically love you forever.)


After witnessing a crime, Hae Soo gets swept into the violent criminal underworld of the Wang family. Convinced by the police to become a confidential informant, Soo is placed in the midst of the Wang cousins. Things get complicated, though, when she catches the eye of the infamously dangerous Wang So. The old head of the family suddenly dies, igniting a power struggle behind Wang Moo and Wang Yo with So and Soo caught in the middle. Jung, an undercover cop who has worked his way up through the ranks of the organization, wants to get Soo out before she gets herself killed, but Soo has already started to fall for So and thinks that she can convince him to get out of the game for good.

Optional details:

  • The Wang cousins have varying levels of involvement in the “business”. Some of them work directly under Taejo and Moo or one of their other lieutenants (like So and Yo), but some of them just want to be left alone (Baek Ah and Eun.)
  • Woo Hee is the daughter of a rival family. She and Baek Ah meet and fell in love, each without realizing the other’s affiliation until it’s too late to turn back.
  • Woo Hee goes into witness protection and after proving himself not to be involved with his families misdeeds, Baek Ah follows. The two of them start together under assumed names.
  • Deok is the daughter of one of the families high up enforcers/problem solvers. She’s good at what she does but likes Eun, who just wants to run a toyshop and be left out of it, so she decides to leave it behind.
  • The Wangs run a nightclub called “The Palace” that acts as a front for their criminal activity.
  • Lady Oh is the manager of this establishment and keeps the family’s secrets. She also has some medical background, and occasionally lends a hand when the boys injured under circumstances that make going to  the hospital…less than ideal.
  • Wook is a crooked cop who is playing both sides.
  • Wook installed Hae Soo at The Palace as a waitress, but Lady Oh noticed she had a talent and now she’s the clubs resident lounge singer.
  • Moo is the oldest and heir apparent to the organization, but widely considered too soft for the position. But he was with Taejo before the “family business” exploded into a crime empire and his father remembers everything he did when they were coming up from nothing and that’s why he wants to pass him the reins.
  • Moo wants to move away from criminal enterprises and become legitimate business men.
  • So was on board with going legit, but comes to realize after Moo’s death and Yo’s takeover that the family is going to need a slower transition than Moo had been going for. So ends up taking them further down a dark path.
  • Ji Mong is the family “accountant" and has been since Taejo started this whole thing, but the title is more of an honorary one at this point, as he delegates most of the financial aspects of the business now. He still acts as advisor and confidant to Moo.
  • Soo accidently walked in on So using the staff showers to wash up after getting into a knife fight in the club.
  • Moo is Taejo only legitimate son. So is the son of a mistress, Moo’s half brother. So’s biological mother was horribly abusive and Taejo wasn’t in the picture at the time. Moo and Ji Mong looked out for him and kept him alive, earning So’s unswerving loyalty, despite his deep-seeded issues with his family.

I’m sure there are more notes I could add to this. This scenario fits the characters and original plot scary well. But also allows for enough freedom to give my faves a happier ending, if so desired. Also you could flesh out the crime family and include as many or as few members of the cast as you wanted. Oooh, it’s so much fun. I wish I had the time for it…



        “ unless you come with snacks or study cards i am not interested — but you bring snacks are we can totally be study buddies  —” she says looking up at DeLuca from the residents lounge table, every moment she had free was being crammed for studying she’d be damned if she was going to fail her freaking boards.

           “ – i swear i have been reading these stupid study cards that Robbins gave me for the last 45 minutes and NOTHING is going in — i’m gonna fail, i am going to fail my bored and lose my fellowship ‘cause no one wants the moron who failed her boards taking care of your tiny humans – i’m so screwed.” she sighs, a defeated pout tugs at her lips as she rests her head against DeLuca looking up at him with sad amber eyes. 

( @fatecrossed // starter for DeLuca <33 )

University Rules

Words: 4162
Rating: T
Genre: General, Humor
Summary: (College AU) Bull is a Resident Advisor, and tough situations are just another part of the job. A transfer student named Dorian ends up giving him more trouble than usual – and he wasn’t trained for this.

The party could be felt before it could be heard. The hall was a mess; crushed cups and torn flyers were littered across the linoleum, making a disheveled trail to a door with multicolored lights flashing from the crack underneath.

Bull was mad at himself for not catching it on a sooner round. He was generally pretty lenient with alcohol and noise violations, but parties were another story and could rapidly get out of hand. The suite in question had two entrances, both of which would need to be covered to prevent runners. The door was probably locked, as though the Resident Advisors didn’t hold their own master keys. He chuckled at the situation before whipping out his cellphone.

I’m going to need backup on this one. Second floor. You’ll know where, he texted Cassandra, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the inside, followed by clinking of glass and a loud bang. Then laughter. Music blared, loud enough to feel it in his chest. Shame. It seemed like fun.

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Most Underrated TPTB quotes ~ Calzona |

Meg Marnis, Writer, Hook, Line Sinner| Grey’s Anatomy 06x20

“While breaking this episode in the writers’ room, we talked about a bunch of different ways we could show Sloan-Cubed’s arrival … We went with the version that aired because we really thought we wanted a super-charged, fun, dynamic opening to the show – I LOVE this opening. Director Tony Phelan did an amazing job of setting up the sequence that went from the Callie/Arizona fight to Mark screaming for suture kits, to everyone running across the hallway and standing in the doorway as Teddy just looks at them while holding this newborn covered in goo.”

“…Callie and Arizona are finally talking about the “baby” in the room. And literally are interrupted by an actual baby being delivered in the other room… does anyone else find that as funny as I do?
Anyway… When Shonda told us that this would be the episode where Callie and Arizona have the all-out FIGHT, my first question was, well, who wins? Is it going to be baby… or no baby?
And really, how does Arizona, a PEDIATRIC surgeon really not want kids? She obviously likes them, she’s obviously great with them, I mean, why else put herself through one of the hardest specialties in medicine, if not?
And that’s what Callie doesn’t understand.
Callie watches her girlfriend help deliver a baby, watches her girlfriend calm a baby down, and watches her girlfriend insert a central line into another baby in the NICU. All in one day.
Arizona never flinches when dealing with babies that are her patients. So in Callie’s mind, there must be a reason why Arizona doesn’t want one of her own. And she assumes it’s because her brother died.
And yikes, does she assume wrong.

That scene in the residents’ lounge? Jessica and Sara were freaking genius in that scene.

Arizona cannot even believe Callie went to the brother place. And we see that, Arizona really just doesn’t want kids. There is no THING that happened. There is no dark hidden story that she can’t bear to talk about. She just DOESN’T want them.

It’s heartbreaking because they love each other, and they want this relationship to work. Badly. It’s heartbreaking because they want to make each other happy, they want to meet in the middle, they want to compromise. But what’s the compromise when it comes to babies?
I get it when it’s Friday night, and I’m exhausted from researching medical medical all day, and I want to watch “Smallville” but my fiancé obviously wants to watch some five-hour sporting event. But we love each other, so we do what every bickering couple would do… we watch “Friday Night Lights” instead. Compromise. Both of us happy. But with Callie and Arizona? Isn’t it, baby… or no baby?…”

Do No Harm (2/?)

Title:  Do No Harm  (Part 1)

Rating:  T (for now, M in later chapters)

Summary:  Captain Swan Medical AU - Dr. Emma Swan is a pediatric resident whose sole focus is her life in medicine.  That is until she meets a cocky, flirty surgical resident who teaches her how to finally start healing herself.

A/N:  FINALLY.  Sorry that this second part took so long, folks.  The next 2 chapters are already partially written, so updates should come along more regularly now.  ;)


One week later, Emma’s working another overnight shift in the Emergency Department when she speaks to him again.  She answers the phone after her page for a surgical consult is returned and immediately recognizes his gruff, mumbled “Surgery.”

“Dr. Jones?  This is Dr. Swan in the Peds ED.”

“You’ve woken me from quite the elaborate dream, Swan, so this had better be good.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think you’re going to like this one.”

She hears the distant rustle of sheets and can almost picture him sliding out of bed in whatever call room he’s hiding in. “Go on.”

“I’ve got a six year old female down here with a superficial laceration over her right brow.  It’s clean and really small, only about two centimeters long and - ”

“And you’re calling me about this because…?”

Emma sighs, “The parents are requesting that a surgeon do the repair.”

“You’re joking.”


“Surely the staff of our prestigious pediatric emergency department are capable of sewing up a bloody lac?”

"They’re refusing to let me or my attending do it.”

He’s silent for a long moment before he finally relents.  “Alright darling, I’ll do it, but you’re assisting me.”

"In your dreams.”

She swears that she can hear him smirk through the phone.  “How do you know that wasn’t the very dream you woke me from, love?”  

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