You drove all night to distance yourself from the bunker and Sam. When you left, you could hear Dean calling after you but you didn’t look back.
The way Sam reacted had broken your heart. How could he have just not responded? The look on his face told you enough how he felt. You weren’t sure if you were going back or not. You had left all of your belongings including your phone at the bunker, only taking yourself, your baby, and your wallet with you on your little getaway.
Once your eyes started getting heavy, you stopped at the nearest motel and booked a room. You threw yourself down on the dingy bed and finally let the tears you had been holding back loose. For the first time since you found out about the baby, you quit trying to be strong and just let your sobs take over your body.
You cried yourself to sleep that night. And the night after that. On that third morning, you were all cried out. Not one more tear could escape your eyes.
Sitting up in bed with your hair in a rat’s nest, you rubbed your eyes and looked out at the curtains covering up the window. The rays of sun were so desperately trying to get through those drapes.
You wondered if Sam was trying that hard to find you.
dicksa fic for @queenofglass. Thank you for your donation to fight Nazis!
Request: Jon has to marry them fast because she’s pregnant.
“You wanted to see me?” Sansa asks, her furs sweeping the rushes, as she comes to stand before Jon.
“I did,” he says, pushing himself to his feet from where he was seated, pouring over a map and trying to focus on battle plans with Dickon’s words playing over in his head. “I had an interesting meeting with Dickon Tarly this morning.”
Her eyes dart to the floor and back up again. “Interesting how?”
“He asked permission to marry you.” He waits for her distress, as she clasps her hands before her, but her expression remains unchanged. “You don’t seem surprised.”
“I’m not.” He catches the swallow of her throat above the silver clasp holding her furs about her shoulders. “What was your answer?”
“I’d need to speak to you first. I’m not sure I believed him that you wanted to be wed. Do you?”
For the supermassive black hole at the center of our Milky Way galaxy, it’s been a long time between dinners. NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has found that the black hole ate its last big meal about 6 million years ago, when it consumed a large clump of infalling gas. After the meal, the engorged black hole burped out a colossal bubble of gas weighing the equivalent of millions of suns, which now billows above and below our galaxy’s center.
The immense structures, dubbed the Fermi Bubbles, were first discovered in 2010 by NASA’s Fermi Gamma-ray Space Telescope. But recent Hubble observations of the northern bubble have helped astronomers determine a more accurate age for the bubbles and how they came to be.
Scoup Map man. While he may have the map that doesn’t mean he’s any good at it. Basically because he is the oldest he got the front seat, which means map duties landed on him. Pointed driver gyu the wrong directions so many times Mingyu asked for a new map guide every three minutes. Did not give up the front seat and will never give it up.
Jeonghan Literally just napped the whole time. Like he just crawled into the nearest rv bed, even pushing some people out just so he could sleep. Of course, yes, he did get pushed out later on but hey, its jeonghan, through the yelling and car sickness he just found a different place to sleep, even if its on the floor. When he isnt asleep, hes taking selcas and laughing at mingyu
Joshua Poor guy, this poor guy. Third oldest and still ended up pretty close to the back so the car sick kids could sit closer but he somehow ended up getting smushed against the window and hasn’t been able to move for the past thirty minutes someone please help him, he was super excited to go on the road trip but now that he is in the car he is second guessing himself because he is trying to keep the bickering down and make sure no one throws up from mingyus crazy driving.
Jun Jun knew this road trip was going to be wild from the start. Sat down and buckled up with a snack and sat back to enjoy the show. Anyone who falls asleep, watch out jun will take the ugliest picture possible of you and laugh at if for five years. Gets out to go to the bathroom every time they stop but never actually asks to go to the bathroom.
Hoshi Is the person that asks to go to the bathroom every thirty minutes and like literally how, he hasn’t even had anything to drink ??? also there is a bathroom on the rv why can’t he just use the bathroom in the rv ??? loud af at one moment, passed out with his mouth open the next. At one point did get sharpie all over his face and didn’t notice until the next rest stop.
Wonwoo His rbf has never been so real. Has actually yelled at every single person in the car, a few of them twice. Ate all the food in the car with no regrets. Has eavesdropped on everyone’s conversations, a bit salty he isn’t up front with mingyu and helping him get there faster cause coups sucks but also kinda happy because mingyu can be just as annoying.
Woozi The next person who breaths to loud is going to get shoved out the window. About to throw coups out of the front seat because of his dumb directions, back seat driving even though he doesn’t know how to drive. One of the people who drew all over hosh, was also trying to draw on people who weren’t asleep. This did not fly. Gave up on that and put headphones on, turned it up super loud then just focused on writing lyrics
DK Rolled the windows down and made everything fly around; reason #38432 why mingyu made the wrong turn. Actually the loudest person out of all 13 people, like seriously the people around him are wearing earplugs the poor souls. The guy who get half way through the drive and suddenly remembers the ten most important things he needed to pack.
Mingyu Designated driver. Did NOT want to be the driver, like he just wanted to sit in the back seat and stare out the window but nope, he is driving, and it’s not like he is used to driving an rv, its much bigger. Between the loud screaming of half the people squished into the rv and coups crappy directions they got lost so many times he’s lost count. Just wants to get there so he can take a freakin nap and eat a good meal.
The8 Danced in his seat for like fifteen minutes until he knocked wonwoo’s drink out of his hand and split it over everyone. Has roasted everyone under his breath at least three times. Almost made mingyu cry by commenting on his driving. Laughs every time they take the wrong turn. Laughs at everything and everyone. Tbh everyone is just trying to make sure thughao doesnt make an apperance.
Seungkwan Loud, intense singing to every song, until vernon took over and then he started crying. Told himself he wasn’t going to eat some of the candy vernon got at the last rest stop but he ate about half of it in the end and honestly he doesn’t regret it. Has asked if they were there yet at least two hundred times. Got stuck between woozi and vernon and almost died when the two of them got in a fight over music. Has sassed everyone in the car.
Vernon Somehow got control of the aux cord and poor dino has never heard so many bad words in the same sentence. Catch joshua screaming and covering the babies ears. At one point the music was so loud the rv was seriously shaking. Hasn’t eaten so much sugar since he was in middle school and this is a problem because now he is aggressively dancing in the back seat.
Dino The poor baby, just trying to make it through the road trip in one piece. Not enough seats and since he is the baby yes, he did have to sit on someone’s lap. Everyone takes turns with him because he is heavy. Woozi almost punched hoshi when he tried to shove chan onto him and poor chan had no control. Most content on shuas lap because he is the one who doesn’t complain as much. Simply just trying to make it through the dang road trip. Did not sign up for this tbh.
The Genes and Neural Circuits Behind Autism’s Impaired Sociability
Researchers at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center (BIDMC) have gained
new insight into the genetic and neuronal circuit mechanisms that may
contribute to impaired sociability in some forms of Autism Spectrum
Disorder. Led by Matthew P. Anderson,
MD, PhD, Director of Neuropathology at BIDMC, the scientists determined
how a gene linked to one common form of autism works in a specific
population of brain cells to impair sociability. The research, published
in the journal Nature, reveals the neurobiological control of
sociability and could represent important first steps toward
interventions for patients with autism.
Anderson and colleagues focused on the gene UBE3A, multiple copies of
which causes a form of autism in humans (called isodicentric chromosome
15q). Conversely, the lack of this same gene in
humans leads to a developmental disorder called Angelman’s syndrome,
characterized by increased sociability. In previous work, Anderson’s
team demonstrated that mice engineered with extra copies of the UBE3A
gene show impaired sociability, as well as heightened repetitive
self-grooming and reduced vocalizations with other mice.
“In this study, we wanted to determine where in the brain this social
behavior deficit arises and where and how increases of the UBE3A gene
repress it,” said Anderson, who is also an Associate Professor in the
Program in Neuroscience at Harvard Medical School and Director of Autism
BrainNET Boston Node. “We had tools in hand that we built ourselves. We
not only introduced the gene into specific brain regions of the mouse,
but we could also direct it to specific cell types to test which ones
played a role in regulating sociability.”
When Anderson and colleagues compared the brains of the mice
engineered to model autism to those of normal – or wild type (WT) –
mice, they observed that the increased UBE3A gene copies interacted with
nearly 600 other genes. After analyzing and comparing protein
interactions between the UBE3A regulated gene and genes altered in human
autism, the researchers noticed that increased doses of UBE3A repressed
Cerebellin is a family of genes that physically interact with other
autism genes to form glutamatergic synapses, the junctions where neurons
communicate with each other via the neurotransmitter glutamate. The
researchers chose to focus on one of them, Cerebellin 1 (CBLN1), as the
potential mediator of UBE3A’s effects. When they deleted CBLN1 in
glutamate neurons, they recreated the same impaired sociability produced
by increased UBE3A.
“Selecting Cerebellin 1 out of hundreds of other potential targets was
something of a leap of faith,” Anderson said. “When we deleted the gene
and were able to reconstitute the social deficits, that was the moment
we realized we’d hit the right target. Cerebellin 1 was the gene
repressed by UBE3A that seemed to mediate its effects.”
In another series of experiments, Anderson and colleagues
demonstrated an even more definitive link between UBE3A and CBLN1.
Seizures are a common symptom among people with autism including this
genetic form. Seizures themselves when sufficiently severe, also
impaired sociability. Anderson’s team suspected this seizure-induced
impairment of sociability was the result of repressing the Cerebellin
genes. Indeed, the researchers found that deleting UBE3A, upstream from
Cerebellin genes, prevented the seizure-induced social impairments and
blocked seizures ability to repress CBLN1.
“If you take away UBE3A, seizures can’t repress sociability or
Cerebellin,” said Anderson. “The flip side is, if you have just a little
extra UBE3A – as a subset of people with autism do – and you combine
that with less severe seizures - you can get a full-blown loss of social
The researchers next conducted a variety of brain mapping experiments
to locate where in the brain these crucial seizure-gene interactions
“We mapped this seat of sociability to a surprising location,“
Anderson explained. Most scientists would have thought they take place
in the cortex – the area of the brain where sensory processing and motor
commands take place – but, in fact, these interactions take place in
the brain stem, in the reward system.”
Then the researchers used their engineered mouse model to confirm the
precise location, the ventral tegmental area (VTA), part of the
midbrain that plays a role in the reward system and addiction. Anderson
and colleagues used chemogenetics – an approach that makes use of
modified receptors introduced into neurons that responds to drugs, but
not to naturally-occurring neurotransmitters – to switch this specific
group of neurons on or off. Turning these neurons on could magnify
sociability and rescue seizure and UBE3A-induced sociability deficits.
“We were able to abolish sociability by inhibiting these neurons and
we could magnify and prolong sociability by turning them on,” said
Anderson. “So we have a toggle switch for sociability. It has a
therapeutic flavor; someday, we might be able to translate this into a
treatment that will helps patients.”
Warnings:blood, people getting knifed, people dying, blood
Original Request: Could you do a fic alternate universe in which dean was a evil demon and he is the head of a evil demon cult? he is really intrigued with this women he meets and shes a hunter and hes trying to track her down? she starts having visions/dreams about him and he is trying to lure her to him and its starting to work. she meets Sam in this universe who is trying to keep her away from demon dean? somehow the reader has fallen into this universe and she is trying to get back to her dean? - Anonymous
Author’s Note: I finally brought this back! I hope you all like it! There will be one more part to this soon, maybe in a couple of weeks. I’ve had a lot of fun writing about Demon Dean and I’ll be sad when this is done. Title taken from House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance – Haley xx
“I know where you are at, Y/N,” the voice behind me whispered. I turned around and saw nothing. “Did you think you could hide from me?”
“Show yourself!” I spat out.
Wherever I was at, it was dark. My eyes couldn’t adjust to how dark it was. I heard a chuckle in my ear and whipped back around. “I’m going to get you.”
The darkness instantly faded away and I realized where I was at and who was talking to me. Demon Dean stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed over his chest. The place – Hell, just like every dream I’ve been having since I came into this weird world, fire and the screams of the damn filled the air.
Dean was on me in a flash. Hands gripping my shoulders and pushing me against a wall. “I’m going to find you. I’m going to drag you out into the desert. And I’m going to kill you,” he sneered.
I woke up with a start. The sun was peeking through the tiny window and I could that I was still in the back of the biker bar Sam and Cas brought me too. Sam gave me a cot to sleep on after him and Cas fixed up the van window that Dean shot through. With everything that had happened to me yesterday, I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but as soon as my head hit that pillow, I was out like a light.
The dream I woke up from flooded me again. He knew I was here. Of course, he did, he’s a demon. I sat on the cot and ran my hands through my hair. I knew what I had to do.
I got up, stretched, and made my way to the front of the building. Bobby, Cas, and Sam were all sitting at the bar. When I joined them, Bobby pushed a plate of food to me, “you better eat kid, we need to head out soon.”
I dug in.
“I have a plan,” I said, after a few minutes. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s something.”
I told explained the dream I had and the plan I came up with. They all stared at me when I finished up talking. “I… I don’t know, Y/N,” Sam said.
“It’s risky, I know,” I pointed out, “but what else do we have?”
“Y/N has a point, Sam,” Cas told him. “This might be what we need to end this.”
Sam sighed. “All right, but I still don’t like it.”
“I don’t either,” I said. “But like Cas said, this might be it.”
Ten minutes later, we were on the road. Cas was driving again with Bobby in the passenger seat and a map while Sam was in the back with me. Sam was quiet on the drive and I laid my hand on his. “Sam, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear back there, but this can’t keep happening. This apocalyptic bullshit needs to stop.”
“I know,” he mumbled. “But you’re back and we could keep you safe.”
“Dean’s been plaguing my dreams for weeks. He knows where I am at all times. He would find me and then hurt you all. It’s not worth it, Sam.”
The van skipped to a stop, causing me to land in Sam’s lap. “What the hell guys?” I called up front.
“Your plans might be happening earlier than you thought,” Bobby said, pointed out the window. I crawled out of Sam’s lap and over to see what he was pointed out.
“Well fuck,” I muttered. There in the middle of the road stood Dean, Crowley, and unfortunately, Lucifer with probably a hundred other demons behind them. “You three care to explain why Lucifer is out there in the open?”
“Remember how Cas told you about those dangerous people the you here and Dean got mixed up with?” Bobby asked me.
“They were Satanist,” Cas said.
“We got mixed up with Satanist!?” I exclaimed. “Why the hell would we do that?” They all shrugged. “Great, just fucking great. Now I have to factor in the literal devil into my plans.”
“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” Sam pleaded.
I looked over at Sam; he was using his puppy dog eyes full force. “Sam, I have too.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek before opening the van door and hopping out.
“You wanted me,” I called to the demon troop. “You got me.”
Lucifer grabbed Dean by the shoulder and pushed him towards me. “I want her now. Go get that whore.”
Dean stumbled over his feet before straightening himself up. The closer he got, I could see that his black eyes were green again. “Baby,” he cooed when he was standing in front of me. “Don’t you want this to end?”
He was trying to trick me again, but I couldn’t give into those bright green eyes and that smirk. I did have to play along though. “Of course, Dean,” I said.
I kept one hand behind my back but extended my other to his. Dean grabbed it and when he did, I pulled out the demon knife I had stuffed in my back pocket. My grip on his hand tightened and I pulled him near, pushing the knife into his stomach.
“Fuck you,” he growled.
“No, fuck you for thinking you could kill me to bring Hell on Earth,” I spat. Blood poured out his mouth as he laughed. I twisted the knife into his skin, “what’s so funny?”
“That,” he nodded behind me.
I didn’t look, but I knew as soon as Dean said that, what would happen. Something sharp pressed into my back torn right into my skin. I gasped loudly and let go of the knife I had plunged into Dean.
I heard Sam scream from the van. I dropped to my knees. “You bastard…” I muttered out before dropping to the sandy ground.
“Keep your eyes on the road, you’re going to kill me woman.”
Harry says sternly from the passenger seat. A map crumpled in his hands.
A bag full of random chips and candy on the floor by his feet. A playlist he made of both of your favorite songs playing in the background, as you zoom down the highway.
“Can you pass me the ChexMix?” You point to what you assume is the bag.
Harry leans down to pick up the bag, to go through the variety of snacks. He places it on his lap, right on top of the now extremely wrinkled map.
When he takes out the bag, you reach for it but he pulls it further away. You glance over at him with a confused look, before turning your attention back to the road.
“I’ll feed it to you. You take too long looking for pretzels.” he says opening the bag and pulling out a pretzel. “I don’t need you getting distracted.”
He leaned over and placed pretzel in your mouth. He sang along to Robbers by The 1975, practically screaming the lyrics as he turned up the volume on the radio.
“Babe, this is your part!” he points over to you, a bit out of breath.
“Now everybody’s deeeeaaaad!” You joined along.
You both screamed/sang the lyrics until the song ended. Wilds Thoughts came on, and you attempted the best dance you could do while driving. Harry screamed out DJ Khaled’s parts, and pointed at you to continue as Rihanna. Of course, Harry didn’t stay quiet for long and joined in right before the chorus started.
You spent another hour, being fed pretzels and singing along to whatever song popped up next.
“Take a left up here.” Harry said, using the map from his phone.
“What’s to the left?” You said as you turned on your turn signal.
“There’s a Denny’s and I want a waffle.” He shrugged.
A few minutes later you both sat at a booth at Denny’s as you looked over the menu. You got a waiter named, Cole who just took your drink orders.
“I never know what to get here.” You say, looking at all the pictures, and menu items.
Harry looks over at you. “You always say that, then you end up ordering the same thing. Strawberry pancakes with extra whip cream. Eggs, scrambled, and sausage. Or maybe, you’ll switch it up and order bacon.”
You glare at him, “Well, I’m not ordering that today.” Your eyes land on a picture of pancakes with bananas on top and caramel drizzled on top. Bingo.
When, Cole came back around Harry ordered his waffle and you ordered your caramel, banana pancakes.
The sun was just beginning to set, so you both decided to hit the road before it got too dark. You don’t like driving in the dark, so that’s why you took the day. Harry offered to drive at night, so you could rest.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hotel?” You asked as you climbed back into the drivers seat.
“Yes.” He said, placing on his seat belt. “I’m not going to be late to my own sisters wedding. She’d kill me. Literally.”
It was a sixteen hour drive and you had over twelve hours left to go. You knew how much being on time meant to Harry, since he would be the one walking her down the aisle.
You started the car, and drove off for another hour and a half before switching positions. You sat in the passenger seat, and leaned the seat back as far as it could go. You grabbed your pillow from the backseat, and laid down as best as you could.
“Tell me a story.” You said to Harry as he drove down the highway.
“About what? A romance? A fantasy story? Oh, what about a tragedy?” He said, glancing over at you.
“A romance, and make it interesting.” You watched him, as he concentrated on the road.
“Hm, I’ll try. Once upon a time,” you let out a small laugh. “Don’t laugh, at my once upon a time. It’s a classic starter for any story. Anyway, once upon a time there was this stubborn girl named Y/N, and she had a very handsome boyfriend may I add. This handsome devils name was Harry. Harry was so madly in love with his stubborn girl, he somehow found himself making up bullshit stories to help her sleep. She drove him crazy, and he certainly drove her crazy. But, regardless of what happened they were always there for each other. No matter how mad she was when he called her at 2 in the morning because he was too drunk to drive himself home. She still showed up, and that’s when he realized he’d never let his stubborn girl go. The end.”
good morning (to those who it is morning for.) I hope you enjoyed this xo
Summary: Emperor Ren holds the map that leads to Skywalker and the Resistance’s general–Leia Organa–requests you [an independent bounty hunter] to retrieve it. The only down part to it is, you and the emperor have history.
A/N: So I’ve been thinking of this idea for quite some time now, a few things were new ideas, but the overall thing has been on the back of my mind. I’m a huge fan of the idea of king/emperor ren as well as the anime cowboy bebop and I thought it would be cool to have the two worlds collide. It’s sort of a modern yet futuristic au as there’s space travel and hover crafts, but there’s still cars and basic weaponry. You’ll see, it’s pretty experimental but I like it. Enjoy and feedback is welcomed :) [also, this song may or may not have influenced the title]
Warning: Blood/Violence (although not so intense)
Word Count: 6.3K+
Heavy panting echoed in your ears, chest heaving as you found yourself slowly fading in and out. “Don’t you dare go…” You breathed out. Everything around you was fading, colors mixing into one another as the world around you began to blur. “Don’t…you dare go…” Taking in deep breaths as your chest began to ache, you reached your arm out and aimed the weapon in it. “Don’t you dare leave me!”
“Eddie, my precious snicker bar! Let’s get going.” Richie implored. Richie’s new bit of the week was to call Eddie different candies. Eddie thought it was kind of funny and just proved Richie only ever thought about sugary sweets.
Perhaps gency #20? (Apologies for the double ask, I sent the last one before I was finished typing haha)
Let’s do some Pre-Fall of Overwatch featuring Genji-who-is-angry-and-has-not-yet-undergone-character-development featuring Young!McCree-who-still-has-both-arms!
Genji folded his arms in the front seat of the car as McCree frowned over the engine. He couldn’t really tell what he was doing to the engine with the hood up, but Genji figured McCree knew what he was doing more than he would. Mercy sat in the driver’s seat looking over a map and he realized he had never seen her in civilian clothes or out of a labcoat or scrubs before. Reyes and Morrison’s instructions were for them to keep a low profile, which Genji couldn’t really do in a cybernetic exoskeleton. They were mostly running on the hope that people would simply take him for an omnic.
“This is a waste of time,” muttered Genji.
Mercy glanced up from the map. “You keep going on about taking the fight to the Shimada clan,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“It would be better to strike at the heart,” he said, looking out the window at the desert, “The Shimada clan conducts many weapons and drug deals with numerous criminal organizations around the world. It conducts these deals in order to keep them in line. One petty motorcycle gang—”
“Deadlock ain’t just one petty motorcycle gang,” said McCree from outside the car, “It’s an organization with an iron grip on the whole southwest, and it’s lookin’ to expand. It might just be the Shimada clan’s way of keeping them in line, but this weapons deal goes through and we’re all in a helluva lot more trouble,” he tweaked at something under the car’s hood. “All right, try turning it over.”
Mercy turned the key and the car rumbled to life. McCree shut the hood and threw his hands up, “Hallelujah,” he said with a grin as he made his way around the car again, “Scoot das boot, Doc. My turn to drive.”
“You do realize you’ve just said ‘Scoot the boat,’ right?” said Mercy, still looking at the map, “And it’s not my fault your car broke down.”
“I realize this is a joint Blackwatch-Overwatch operation, which means yours truly’s in charge,” said McCree, thrusting a thumb at his chest with a grin before putting his hands on his hips, “Now come on, scooch.”
Request: Can you do a fic were Dean and Reader are twins? So Sammy has to deal with two annoying older siblings who are practically well twins who like to mess with him, except reader is a tad bit nicer than Dean? ^^“
Warnings: name calling, I guess lol
Word Count: 1112
Twinning with Dean!
(gifs not mine, credits to owners)
"It’s my turn, you dickhead!” You screamed. “No, it’s my turn, you bitch!” Dean screamed back. “You took last time!” “What are you talking about?! It was you!” Dean argued. “Oh my god, you two, what the hell are you screaming and fighting about?!” Sam asked, walking into the library. “She drove last time!” “He drove last time!” You both answered at the same time. You glared at him as he did to you. “You know what guys I’ll drive.” Sam said, reaching for the keys. “Hell no!” You and Dean both screamed. Sam rolled his eyes and walked off.
A ridiculously long post documenting my experience seeing this band again. It took place at the Allen Event Center, with the openers Colouring and Pale Waves. This is the first show on their last US tour before breaking for album three, and I think it was the best show I’ve been to yet.