This is my random thoughts of the first part of “Requiem”. (Because Karai was there and last part was too hard for me to talk now.)
You know I’m Karai, Leorai fan. I wanted to talk about them in that part. (And I’m not native speaker, sorry for my odd English)
So finally Stockman finished making perfect mutagen and Shredder took in that.
The new mutagen made Shredder emotionless so that he could kill even Karai.I don’t want to say that, but he loved Karai in his way, and he decided to cut it for good to defeat Splinter… Now he became a heartless killer machine.
While it was happening, Splinter told Leo that “heart” was important for the leader.
It was an interesting comparison.
Emma has a special surprise planned for Killian on his birthday. Smutty birthday goodness for @killiancygnus on her own birthday! Rated M for sexy smut. 1.3k words. AO3.
Special thanks to the CS Writer’s Hub, who encouraged me to keep writing this after I lost it the first time to a crash.
Killian sat on the edge of the couch, fingers kneading mindlessly at his hook as he waited for Emma to come back. She’d left several minutes ago, needing to retrieve his “special surprise” from a hiding spot she’d somehow managed to find without him noticing. Apparently, she’d been keeping it a secret for weeks.
“Emma, darling,” Killian called out when the silence of the room was becoming heavy. “Forget about the surprise. Just come down here and let me enjoy your company.”
“Patience, captain.” Her voice entered the room bouncing off of the walls around him like omniscient presence. He waited a few more moments, his hand occasionally reaching up to scratch his ear.
Behind him, he could hear her soft footsteps waiting at the top of the staircase. He froze, knowing that if he turned now, he could ruin whatever she had planned.
“I’m ready. Close your eyes.” She sounded almost…nervous, but he complied nonetheless. She moved down the stairs with deliberate steps, creating a slow rhythm that sent his heart accelerating into action. He jumped when he suddenly felt her hand scratch along his back, and just as he was about to turn her, she whispered in a husky voice, “Keep them closed.”
Tonight my heartbeat is the ticking of my grandmothers grandfather clock
It’s five past one AM and I can hear her breathing through the phone
I can feel every inch of every mile between our beds
I can taste every second I spend awake without her
Like blood, the metallic tang of something wrong
Days without the memory of her arms around my waist
I do my makeup to disguise the frown that slowly carves itself deeper into my features
Lipstick feigns a smile
Eyeshadow hides the tears
Glitter where I haven’t slept
Just to distract your eye I’ll cut off my hair
As if that severes the past from my future
Dead cell weight lost to mark life gained
A good kind of weight, no matter what the little voices in my head say
My thighs are bigger and better than ever, my arms wobble when I walk and my hips sway
I take up the space they want me pushed from
My lungs are stronger to shout the melody of my thoughts until they wonder why they ever let something so out of tune happen
Out of tune
Out of time
Out of place
Out of friends
Left behind to chase what’s right but what’s right is on my own
I’m not strong enough to chase my dreams yet
I’m trying though
The rest of my rundown is below the cut. :) Most of it was posted on Discord earlier tonight in #ccs-general as well, so if you missed it and are curious, please have a look. I added in a few extra details as they came back to me.
imagine if StackOverflow answers were written like recipe blogs
TeamCity build fails because of TypeScript - TS2304 and TS7006
I love the fall, don’t you? Nothing lifts my spirits like the crisp crunch of dry leaves underfoot as I walk through the local park with Casper, my corgi dachshund cross. The faint tang of wood smoke from the nearby cottages takes me back to my childhood camping trips in the Yukon. We used to grill sausages on sticks over the campfire and heat up our hot chocolate in tin mugs as the evening chill settled in around us.
The other day I was chatting to Susan about TypeScript. We go way back Susan and I, ever since we dated the same guy in college without knowing it, at the same time, oops! But although Chad was a jerk I ended up with a friend for life, so who’s laughing now!?
Anyway Susan was telling me about the TypeScript project she was working on in TeamCity, when the build failed-
Imagine: The reader is really self conscious considering she’s on the bigger side (but damn, Derek still loves her) and she doesn’t believe him so he proves it to her. Inspired by the song Take Me To Church by Hozier.
Warnings:Um, self hate? Cursing,smut, and there’s a bit of fluff at the end because who doesn’t love a fluffy Morgan?
Word Count: 2,180 words (Whoops, I actually kinda was hoping this would turn out longer… Oh well)
My lover’s got humor. She’s the giggle at a funeral,knows everybody’s disapproval,should’ve worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouth piece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, fresh poison each week. ‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it.
You gripped at the skin of your stomach and yanked at it, hoping that it would disappear as you cried silently, mumbling continuously to yourself,“Fat,fat,fat. Worthless, I’m nothing.“
You had always had problems with your body shape however your boyfriend,Derek, didn’t seem to have one ounce of problems with it. Or so it seemed.
There was often moments when your mind enjoyed to trick you into believing that he really didn’t give a damn about you but at the end of the day,he proved that he loves you. However today was once of your worst days and it didn’t look like it was going to get any better anytime soon considering that Derek was out on a case with his team.
You brought your wrist up to your mouth before digging your teeth in the skin, bringing imprints to the surface and into the flesh of your body. The pain was slightly exhilarating and it numbed you for a little while but your little high didn’t last as long as you wanted it too.
“Maybe I’m better off dead.“you murmured, dragging your rough nails across the skin of your thighs, watching as the color tone changed within a matter of seconds then something snapped you out of your self destructive manner. The sound of the front door slamming to be exact. Derek was home.
I found this childhood best friends AU languishing in a USB pen; it’s short and completelyuseless, but it’s cute so enjoy!
“This is charming,
Jamie: I truly missed it” Q spat out, angrily binning the sorry remains of the
beautiful gun he had issued the agent with “I remember it so clearly now, the
way you used to destroy even the fucking tent when we went out camping and we
had to sleep on the bare ground with a tons of little and nasty bugs”
James rolled his eyes
and propped his hip against the edge of the other’s messy desk, easily ignoring
the chaos he had grown used to “Stop calling me that in the middle of bloody
MI6, I’ve got a reputation to keep up Gabe”
“Shut up! My fucking
name is supposed to be classified, you pest!” Q’s cheeks blushed red with
embarrassment and irritation at his oldest – and only, to be completely honest
– friend “And that sodding nickname is absolute shit”
“MI6 definitely didn’t
improve your language: your cussing is worse than mine and I was a sailor”
James smirked as he ruffled Q’s already hopelessly messy curls and prompting
another stream of truly impressively creative swearwords that somehow sounded
more obscene when said with that posh voice his best friend could pull on a
whim “You’ll never land a nice and rich guy if you keep behaving like a little
Q huffed and leaned over
the desk to pinch James’ right cheek and pulled upwards, forcing his too
serious face into a ridiculously grotesque grin “We both know you’re the only
rich man in my life” he winked and jokingly kissed the other’s uncomfortably
stretched mouth, giggling like mad when James tasted white chocolate in the
“Why do you keep eating
that awful stuff? I taught you to take better care of your tasting buds” he
reproached before gripping Q from the back of his neck and properly kissed him,
despite the sickeningly sweet taste of white chocolate mixed with overly-sweetened
Earl Grey hiding the seductive natural tang of Q’s mouth: the little bugger had
probably ingested all that sugar as soon as he had spotted him making his way
down to Q-Branch after debriefing with M “You’re infuriating, Gabriel”
Q grinned “That’s the
reason why you love me, James”
“Nah, the reason is that
you suck co.. WHY DID YOU FUCKING BITE ME?!”
“You were going to say
something stupid” Q batted his eyelashes and grinned, licking at the faint
edges of the bite-mark he had left on James’ cheek to soothe the simmering
pain, playfully pecking it when he was done “You can retry, if you want” he
James sighed fondly
“I’ve always loved you and I couldn’t exactly make a list about all of your
wondrous qualities without leaving something out – your blowjobs are definitely
on it, though”
“My man is an
insensitive brute!” Q wailed rather dramatically, flopping on his desktop and
dislodging the criminally high towers of paperwork flooding it “Moneypants!
Shoot him again and do it right this time!”
Eve sauntered over to
the pair, playfully rolling her eyes at their ridiculous antics “You’re both
drama queens” she stated, taking a seat on the uncomfortable stool Q kept as
only available seat in front of his desk to cut any impromptu meetings short
and to the point “It still amazes me the fact you endured each other since
childhood and still find in yourselves the strength to snog the living
daylights out of one another: I’d kill you without a thought if I had to spend
more than a week with the two of you”
“I’m sorry, dear: we
don’t do threesomes” Q joked, smashing his cheek against the papers to better
look at her.
“Well, there was that
“JAMES, FOR FUCK’S SAKE
SOME THINGS ARE NOT MADE TO BE COMMON KNOWLEDGE!”
Eve shuddered “I really
don’t think I could hear whatever story you wanted to tell James without ending
up scarred for life” She plucked an overturned frame from the mess on Q’s table
and aww’d: a blond teenager was sternly looking at the photographer with an arm
protectively slung over a child’s thin shoulders that sported the ugliest
glasses ever and a mop of knotted hair that must have been a nightmare to sort
“You were so cute!”
James immediately ripped
the frame from her fingers to inspect the picture and blanched “Why do you keep
this at work?”
“You look like a berk in
it” Q stated as if it had been the most wonderful thing about James’
personality and smiled blissfully, in that gleeful way that had always made the
older man melt into a puddle of gooey loveliness.
“Well, you look like
some possessed child straight out of an horror movie” Eve commented,
interrupting the two lovers disgustingly making heart-eyes at each other.
James nodded his
agreement, subtly shifting away from Q’s reach “Yeah, he was so ugly I couldn’t
help thinking he wouldn’t survive childhood if I didn’t protect him”
“See if you’re getting
any tonight, bastard”
Eve jumped away from the
stool “I’ll leave you two to it” he said, completely ignored by the two man who
had started squabbling about sex and something about how they had agreed that
withholding it as a punishment was off the table – they were impossible, but
how she loved them.
A/N: Hannah’s Criminal Minds Quote Challenge!@hanny-bananny@coveofmemories My quote for this challenge, that I had to work in, in some way, was “Come near my team, and I will end you.” It won’t be worked in during this piece, it’ll be worked in later on.
P.S. If I have enough interest in this, I will likely continue it. If you want to be tagged in future pieces, PLEASE don’t hesitate to let me know ;)
I’m not that person anymore. I’ve worked so hard to leave that life behind. Starting at the BAU, after scratching my way up the ladder…this should be one of the greatest days of my life…
Two days after earning your long-awaited spot on the team, he approached you. “Sierra Cheverie,” he said, holding his hand out to introduce himself. That wasn’t you - not anymore. “I know all about you.” He wanted revenge. And he knew every sordid detail of your past. All of the things you did because you felt you needed to, all of the people you associated with because you had nowhere else to go…He knew it all.
Threats were made. Not on your life. “Of course not,” he said softly, taking either side of his suit jacket in his hands and pulling them closer together. Adjusting himself. After all, he had people he needed to look good for. “Someone else. Many someones.”
What does he want with me? Who does he want to hurt? No one can know what I used to be.
His bodyguards had come up behind you, all black suits and sunglasses, like a bad movie, ushering you into his home. “You’ll have to excuse the size,” he said, taking you off guard. It was an enormous house, but apparently he was used to even loftier and luxurious accommodations. “Since I was released from prison, I’ve had to downsize a bit. I have to crawl my way back up…just like you.” His tanned skin and thin lips spread to reveal an abnormally white set of teeth. Unsettling. Despite the smile, something sinister lay underneath. “But I’ll get there eventually. And with your help, I can have my revenge on the people that ruined me. Took my wife and kids away. My money. My reputation.”
The man stared off into the distance, presumably thinking about the people that ‘ruined’ him. His handlers placed a hand on either of your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on the couch. “They need to pay for what they’ve done to me.” Reaching over, he grabbed a folder from his right-hand man and proceeded to pull out pictures.
“Emily Prentiss. Jennifer Jareau.”
“Penelope Garcia. Aaron Hotchner.”
This can’t be happening.
“David Rossi. You’re dating the other one, so that would be too obvious. He’ll be left out, but the rest…”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and clutched at your chest, before looking up into his ice cold eyes. “Who are you?” you asked, realizing you didn’t even know his name. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” All of the strength you’d built up since leaving that life behind, vanished like a wisp of smoke in the air. Again, you had been reduced to a cowering child. Instead of quaking and shirking away from the wide, calloused hand of your ex-boyfriend (Assaulter? Pimp? John? You didn’t know what to call him anymore), you were quivering in front of a man with more money, power and pull than anyone you’d ever known.
“My name is Bentley Ashton and I’m a patient man,” he said, crouching down to meet your astounded gaze. “Over the next few years, I will give you instructions on how to destroy or kill a member of your new team. If you do it, at the end, I will allow you to destroy every piece of information I have on you. If you don’t, I will release everything I know about you out into the world, and if you tell them of my plans, I’ll kill him.”
The tang of copper filled your mouth as you realized you’d been biting your tongue hard enough to taste blood. Not him. Anyone but him. Kill me instead. “Stay away from Spencer,” you gritted through clenched teeth. It took every ounce of courage to threaten this man with no backup and no gun on you. “He’s done nothing to you. None of them have. They were just doing their jobs.”
“Their jobs cost me my life,” he said coolly. “I’ve waited a very long time for this, and I’ll have my revenge with or without your help. But remember, if you’re not of use to me, I’ll dispose of you.” Make yourself useful, bitch. That’s what he used to say to you. “Don’t worry. As I said, I’m a patient man. I’ll give you a week to decide what you’re going to do.”
His men came back from the marble-tiled kitchen with files in hand - a bright red folder, filled with information Mr. Ashton had dug up about your past. “This is what I have on you. I think it’s more than enough to get you thrown off of the team you worked so hard to join and into prison. Remember all of this when you make your decision.”
Without another word, he waved his hands to his men. Pressure was put on your back, and with a few clicks of your heels, you were out the door and on the steps - alone again. Ten years of freedom…and now this.
Now, it was two days into your supposed deadline and you were
starting at the BAU. I should be happy.
But you couldn’t get yourself to smile. “Woah,” Penelope said as you walked in.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You look miserable.” Oh great. Maybe I should just quit this
before I even start. If I can’t convince Penelope, who although a genius in her
own right is no profiler, that I’m okay when I’m not, then how am I supposed to
convince an unsub I agree with him when I don’t?Fucking
“First day jitters, I guess,” you said with a strained smile.
Light footsteps snuck up behind you and the man attached to them
snuck a kiss in the crook of your neck. “Good morning, babe,” Spencer said. You
couldn’t help but smile. He was everything you’d ever wanted in a man. The
complete opposite of the man that held you captive while still giving you the
ability to walk around and ‘do what you wanted.’ “Are you nervous? You’re going
to be amazing.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said smoothly. Outwardly, you’d
actually managed to sound convincing, but the voice in your head was screaming,
I’m a fuck up, I’m a fuck up, I’m a fuck
up. “I just need to get going and find my footing.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Penelope said, looping her arm in yours without
realizing that the gesture was ripping out your insides. “Anyone Boy Genius
over here recommends is good by us. You’ll be fine. Let’s head in there, shall
Spencer followed behind but reached in front of you to hand you
your normal morning coffee order - large, milk, sugar, espresso shot. What the
hell were you supposed to do? Should you run and change identities again?
Should you risk telling the team of your past, and in turn risk their lives
anyway? Should you take a completely different route and end your own life so
your past didn’t have to be revealed? A cough brought up bile, stinging your
throat and leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
If there was anything you knew about yourself, it was that you
were a coward. There was no way you’d be able to end your own life. But you
were too ashamed to tell the team of your past? Maybe if you “tried” to do what
Ashton wanted and “failed” he would find another way to go about his evil plan
and you could work on the side that you were meant to fight on. Feeling in your
pocket, you crumpled the card in your hand, running your fingers over the
raised text of the burner phone number he’d given you.
For a weakling like you, there was no other way out.
Before he’d had a beautiful wife, two boys he’d been raising in
his image, a loving family, and a reputation as an esteemed businessman and
governmental figure. Now…this. He barely had enough money to support his
lifestyle. Even had to sell a few of his prized cars in order to buy his way
out of prison. He had no misconceptions about what this new life plan would
bring him. His wife wouldn’t come crawling back to him. His boys would still
look at him with disdain. His family wouldn’t ever acknowledge his existence
again. He’d never have a career in politics. But he could build up his fortune
again, and he could have his revenge on the scum that ripped all of his hard
work away and ruined his life. If he got his revenge, that would be enough.
As he looked in the mirror, he pulled his lip down to examine
his teeth, make sure he didn’t have anything in teeth before adjusting his suit
again. “She’ll call today,” he said to his reflection – amazed that he still
looked so handsome after all that time in prison. “Luck’s about to turn
My take on a Chinese mermaid - or to be more precise, a Tang Dynasty mermaid. Inspired by Zhou Fang’s 簪花仕女图 (Court Ladies Wearing Flowered Headdresses). The calligraphy was generated on a website, cos despite attending Chinese schools till I was 18, I can’t write calligraphic Chinese to save my life.
“How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? It is love we must hold onto, never easy, but we try, sometimes our happiness is captured, somehow, our time and place stand still, love lives on inside our hearts and always will.”
-Written by Alan Menken from “Beauty and the Beast”
When I watched “Beauty and the Beast” and I heard this lovely new son, I was kinda inspired of doing this TMNT edit with the most beautiful family moments ‘cuz in the scene where Maurice sings the song I asked myself “how would it be if Splinter sang this song for the turtles?” and it just hit me and I said why not ‘cuz this song talks of the beautiful moments in your life and the love within, and Splinter’s love for his children was perfect to apply it.
So here you are dudes and I hope you like my edit and if you’ve not watched Beauty and the Beast, you must go to the nearest cinema you have and watch it.
Walking away from Tang Soo Do is about one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. I started crying today as it was finalized; my official last day will be June 5th. I am canceling a ton of monthly payments in order to save up for college and a CNA class I want to take alongside my regular coursework. I also am currently looking for a new job, so there’s an unfortunate chance that I will be completely jobless in the future. I have been dilly-dallying for the past five years, putting Tang Soo Do before everything, but now it’s time to get ready to start putting my life together to prepare for the long-haul.
I am in no way quitting, my mom even said: “Tang Soo Do is in her heart and soul, she will be back.” Once I feel comfortable financially and have an actual schedule, then I can return to my studio and finish my training. I will keep practicing to keep myself from forgetting any of my material, and to keep myself sharp and at a black belt level. I am just going to miss training and my extended family so much.
This blog will continue to remain active - I will never give up on martial arts! And thank you to everyone for your kind words as I go through this difficult time. This isn’t the end, only a small diversion on the path.
(Or read on AO3. Look, I wrote a thing! A whole thing! I finished it!)
‘Agent Danvers, go home. You’re on leave.’
fine,’ Alex protests. Physically, she’s back to normal, and restless after a
mere two days of inactivity. She needs to be in the field. She needs to be
active. And the DEO – doesn’t exactly need her, she understands that, but it
doesn’t need its agents scrambling to deal with her unexpected absence either.
And she’s fine.
If she doesn’t remember that a glass box without air has been added to her
rotating menu of nightmares. If she doesn’t mention it took her ten minutes to
step under the shower this morning. J’onn gives her a piercing look, eyebrows
raised, and Alex realises he knows anyway. She scowls at him.
Nothing too much. Mostly anything I’ve been picturing of those two has been snuggle this, cuddle that, snoozing together pones.
Now I have settled a little bit more that they both will live with Mocha but Mocha only has like 3 bedrooms and one is a office so the girls have to room together which is pretty stressful on everyone (except poppy???). So my immediate goal is just honestly doodle silly slice-of-life things of the Mocha household and them all adjusting to having ponies around and learn how to support each other. <3