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A Galaxy Far, Far Away D’Qar

An Outer Rim planet tucked behind the protective asteroid belt of the Ileenium System, D’Qar has a thick forest canopy and plenty of fresh water – the perfect place for a Resistance base. Its location is classified, although was discovered by the First Order after tracking Snap Wexley’s reconnaissance flight. D’Qar is the site of Leia Organa’s last moments with Han Solo – but where Finn reunited with Poe Dameron after thinking him dead.


Originally posted by omgistrue

Requested by anonymous:

“Can I request a barry allen imagine where you randomly meet him in the city and you go on a date and then another one etc and you start dating but one day there’s some really big trouble with a bad metahuman so he runs off to help but so do you and at the end of the fight/saving he sees that you are a metahuman too (but a good one) so he takes you to star labs and yah you can finish it however you’d like”

Warnings: metahuman!reader, violence, fluff

Note: I made up this metahuman just so ya know :P

“Shit, shit, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you checked your watch, hurrying faster down the bustling street. You were running late. Again. You had woken up only fifteen minutes ago, realising that you’d forgotten to set your alarm (again) and had to meet with your boss at 9:00am at the local coffee shop. It was currently 8:58am.

It didn’t help that you were in heels and a tight skirt, making it very difficult to weave through all the other city goers. On top of that you were carrying a ridiculous amount of paperwork in your arms which felt like it weighed a tonne. The pile of documents and loose papers was so high you could barely see where you were going, which is why you should have seen what was about to happen coming.

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Supernatural Cookbook:

  • Title: Apple Pie




For Pie Dough:

  • 3 cups unbleached all-purpose flour (2 ½ cups, non-lattice)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 7 tablespoons all-vegetable shortening, chilled (8 tablespoons, non-lattice)
  • 10 tablespoons unsalted butter, chilled, cut into ¼-inch pieces (12 tablespoons, non-lattice)
  • 10 tablespoons ice water (6 to 8 tablespoons, non-lattice)

For Filling:

  • 1 ½ pounds Granny Smith apples (about 3 medium)
  • 2 pounds McIntosh apples (about 4 large)
  • 1 tablespoon juice and 1 teaspoon zest from 1 lemon
  • ¾ cups (5.25 ounces) plus 1 tablespoon sugar
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • ¼ teaspoon ground allspice
  • 1 egg white, beaten lightly


For Pie Dough:

  • Pulse flour, salt and sugar in a food processor fitted with steel bald until combined. Add shortening and process until mixture has texture of coarse sand, about 10 seconds. Scatter butter pieces over flour mixture; cut butter into flour until mixture is pale yellow and resembles coarse crumbs, with butter bits no larger than small peas, about ten 1-second pulses. Turn mixture into medium bowl.
  • Sprinkle 8 tablespoons ice water over mixture. With blade of rubber spatula, use folding motion to mix. Press down on dough with broad side of spatula until dough sticks together, adding up to 2 tablespoons more ice water if it will not come together. Divide dough into two pieces, one slightly larger than the other. (If possible, weigh pieces. They should register 16 ounces and 14 ounces.) Flatten larger piece into a rough 5-inch square and smaller piece into a 4-inch disk; (If for a non-lattice, double crust pie, these pieces should be even in weight and both round) wrap separately in plastic and refrigerator at least 1 hour or up to 2 days before rolling.


  • Adjust oven rack to lowest position and heat rimmed baking sheet and oven to 500°F. Remove one piece of dough from refrigerator (if refrigerated longer than 1 hour, let stand at room temperature until malleable).
  • Roll dough on lightly floured work surface or between two large sheets of plastic wrap to 12-inch disk. Transfer dough to pie plate by rolling dough around rolling pin and unrolling over 9 ½-inch pie plate or by folding dough in quarters, then placing dough point in center of pie plate and unfolding. Working around circumference of pie plate, ease dough into pan corners by gently lifting dough edges with one hand while pressing around pan bottom with other hand. Leave dough that overhangs lip of plate in place; refrigerate dough-lined pie plate.
  • Peel, core and cut apples in half, and in half again width-wise; cut quarters into ¼-inch slices and toss with lemon juice and zest. In a medium bowl, mix ¾ cup sugar, flour, salt and spices. Toss dry ingredients with apples. Turn fruit mixture, including juices, into chilled pie shell and mound slightly in center.
  • Roll out second piece of dough to 12-inch disk and place over filling. Trim top and bottom edges to ½-inch beyond pan lip. Tuck this rim of dough underneath itself so that folded edge is flush with pan lip. Flute edging or press with fork tines to seal. Cut four slits on dough top. If pie dough is very soft, place in freezer for 10 minutes. Brush egg white onto top of crust and sprinkle evenly with remaining 1 tablespoon sugar.
  • Place pie on baking sheet and lower oven temperature to 425°F. Bake until top crust is golden, about 25 minutes. Rotate pie and reduce oven temperature to 375°F; continue baking until juices bubble and crust is deep golden brown, 30-35 minutes longer.
  • Transfer pie to wire rack; cool to room temperature, at least 4 hours.

For Lattice Top:

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ohnooo-niall  asked:

Niall blurb/one shot? Where you go to a football game with him? Or You visit his home back in Ireland for the weekend? ;)

Victoria! Thank you for this request! I’m going to change it up a little bit, and rather write about a football game, I’m going to write about him going to the US Tennis Open. Because I can totally see him being all cute and lovely at something like that! xxx

“You are going to absolutely love this, babe. It may look boring on the TV, but trust me, it’s really fun,” Niall smiled, his fingers laced with yours as you started making your way into the venue. Fans were squealing, laughing and pointing to where you and Niall were shuffling into the entrance area of the venue, almost being pulled apart as people began to push through to get to their seats. “Keep hold of my hand, okay? We’re going to meet Liam and Andy at the bar, and that’s where it tends to get more hectic,” Niall whispered, ducking his head down to your head and pressing his lips to your ear.

You gave him a soft nod, and squeezed his hand tightly. You followed in tail as he made his way through the crowds of males huddling together before the tennis games began. Plastic cups full of beer in their hands, laughter erupting from their throats and their heads thrown back as they bellowed out. You’d never been to a sports event before, so you hadn’t a clue how rowdy they’d get. You’d heard from Niall that there was a lot of chatter, and yelling when favourites were winning the matches, but you hadn’t a clue how loud it really was.

“What would you like to drink, babe? Coke? A pint? What about a blue WKD?” You heard his Irish accent come above the chatter, the bar coming into view with a smiling and waving Liam and Andy catching your eye. His hand dropped from your hold as he braced himself against the dark wooden counter top, beside Liam.

“I’ll just have a coke. Oh, and a bottle of water,” you smiled, the feeling of an arm across your shoulder making you look up to the taller man who had engulfed you into his side. Andy looked down with a smile on his face, sunglasses hiding his eyes and his facial hair trimmed neatly and his hair styled much better than when he left it alone. 

“Hello, darlin’. It’s great to see you again. How you feeling about your first tennis game?” He wondered, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he let you snuggle into Liam. He smelt like the cologne you and Sophia had picked out together, for his birthday, the smell captivating and musky smelling. A smell you wished Niall liked. 

“I’m feeling good. I’ve been told by Niall that they aren’t as boring as they seem, so… I’m hoping he’s not lieing,” you giggled at your blonde haired boyfriend as he looked over his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. “He has a tendency to lie just to get me to come along with him,” you stated, and felt Liam’s chest vibrate as he laughed.

He did have a tendency to lie to you. You remembered when he wanted to take you to see a movie, a horror movie to be precise. He’d told you that Louis and Lottie had been to see it, and he explained that the movie wasn’t as scary as it looked. Believing him, you went along to the cinema with him, going full out as he brought the popcorn and the slushies and the chocolate; and now that you think about it, he was going full out because he felt guilty he was taking you to a horror. A horror you didn’t want to see in the first place.

“If it comes from me, I’m telling the truth. Honestly. It’s not as bad as it seems, I promise,” Liam reasoned, letting you go as Niall turned back around. People seemed to be pushing through, as more and more people entered the bar area to walk through to their seats. You felt yourself being pressed against Niall more as people swayed to let people past. Not that you minded. You loved being close to him.

You snaked an arm around his waist as you buried your face into his chest, your head tucking nicely underneath his chin. Your bottle of water was held in his hand as you held onto the plastic cup of coke in your own hand, the rim tucked underneath your upper lip. 

“Shall we head off into the arena to our seats? Otherwise it’s going to get hectic, and there’s a chance we’ll separate,” Andy suggested, as Liam hopped off the bar stool and followed Andy through the crowded area. Niall’s arm fell from your shoulders as he slipped the bottle of water into your bag and dropped his hand to yours, sliding his fingers through yours.

* *

You couldn’t help but sneak glances at Niall every once in a while, his arm snugly placed across your shoulders as you nestled into his side. His other hand held tightly onto the plastic cup of beer, as your free hand held onto your near empty cup of coke. The games had only just begun, and Eugenie Bouchard was up against Dominika Cibulkova in a challenging and tense match.

His facial expressions were your favourite as he furrowed his eyebrows when Eugenie lost the point. A smile lifted the corner of his lips when she won the point, the arena erupting into cheers as she thrust her fist into the air and screamed out - a muffled scream by the time it reached your ears.

“Niall, I’m going to pop to loo quickly. I didn’t go before we left and I never had chance to go before we sat down,” you giggled, watching as his face turned to look at you. You gave his thigh a pat as he kicked his other leg from his bent knee and dropped his foot to the floor. 

“Do you want me to come? I don’t like you wandering around in the bar area. I can miss the match for 5 minutes,” he suggested, standing up with you as you shuffled in front of him and stood on the steps, shaking your head. “Are you sure? You might get lost. Let me come with you, just in case,” he reasoned, as he began to take steps out of the seating areas. You giggled and shook your head, pushing his shoulder back.

“I am capable of going to the toilet on my own, babe. You don’t need to follow me just because I’ve never been to something like the before,” you smiled, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. 

“Horan! Sit down, mate! She doesn’t need her daddy looking after her,” Andy teased, causing your eyes to widen and a blush to form on your cheeks. You mentally cursed Niall for being so loud the previous night, with Andy’s hotel room beside yours and Niall’s. “Seriously, let your baby girl go.”

“Andy, shut the hell up,” Niall muttered, pressing his lips in a soft kiss to your forehead. “Stay safe. If you’re not back in 5 minutes, I’m coming to find you.”

“Okay, baby. I promise, I’ll be fine,” you smiled, squeezing his hand, and bringing his knuckles to your lips. “I love you. See you in a bit. I’ll get you another beer while I’m at it,” you grinned, dropping his hand.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and watched you skip up the steps and disappear into the bar area. Once you’d gone from his view, he turned back to Andy and squinted his eyes. The corners crinkling. “You need to shut up. She’s already nervous being here, don’t make her feel embarrassed too,” he muttered.

“She didn’t seem embarrassed last night, Niall. I had to put some music on to drown you horndogs out,” he winked, as Liam chuckled and kept his eyes on the game in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up,” Andy whispered, a smirk on his lips.

“Thank you.”

Anchor :: Chapter 1

It’s up because I have no self control. ENJOY. Special thanks to kuno-chan, which-witch-is-witch, spiritypowers and officialrampion for being especially supportive of this fic.

Rated: T for violence, some language and sexual tension

Chapter 1

The waves lapped against the hull of the ship as a breeze rolled over the water. A man stood with one leg on the wooden railing around the ship, leaning over slightly next to the pulley that hoisted the anchor; the great weight was in the water, leaving only a thick metal chain to show for it. He gazed out on the horizon, squinting to make out the tiny rowboat making its way to his ship. Far beyond that was the Mainland, Port Bosco, with low rolling hills and a bustling marketplace. It was a good thing it was busy: everyone would have been too busy with their errands to notice a particular one of theirs.

“Is the girl there, Captain Kai?” his first mate Yung asked, as the pudgy man joined his side.

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Bloodlines Part 2 | The Ifrit

 As promised, this is a continuation of The Ifrit. If you haven’t had the chance to read it you can get caught up right here:

The Ifrit: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 

Bloodlines: Part 1

Spirits born of their own intent and free will, unless enslaved by another, the Efreet can be either good or evil.

However, they are more frequently depicted as choosing the latter.

The Letter

It had been three months since Dean walked out of the hospital and he was no closer to finding Rim.

With the third trial approaching he had been almost entirely consumed with taking care of his brother. Sam was getting worse; Dean would never admit it but the fainting spell in Colorado scared the hell out of him. He had never seen Sam so sick in all his life and there was nothing he could do about it until this was all over.

With their failed attempt to trap Abbadon they were having a time tracking down another Demon to test the purification spell they had found in the bunker. Dean watched Sam shiver out of the corner of his eye from the adjacent desk in the library. He hadn’t eaten in days and rejected every offer of help.

Sam wasn’t invincible. Whatever they were going to do they had to do it soon or he might not make it to the third trial. Dean refocused his attention to the tabletop littered with information from the archives. He felt his heart lurch as his gaze drifted over a folded and worn letter.

Rim’s letter.

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