Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an
undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years.
Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film
for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be
heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in
the story is lyrics.
Characters: husband!Jensen x
reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Dr. Maria Halstead (OC), Dr. Will Harold
(OC), Dr. Jason Xavier, Nurse Kelly and Sasha Words: 2078
I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie
Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I
simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel
either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs, images or gifs
in this either.
Warnings: Possible swearing, memory of torture, angst, FLUFF, hospital, mention of death and injuries.
Tagging a few at the end. Send an ask to be tagged, or request something.
The long awaited part 6! Guys there’s a lot of fluff! I was going to
not do what I did to end it but JENSEN IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS Y/N!
thanks for the lovely comments that made tear up and laugh so hard!
I’ll try and do this again but below are the lovely fans that said
something about part 5! Follow them! @bottlebrunettebarbie@humanandangel@humanandangel @awkward-s1tuat10ns
eyes fluttered open to see the bright lights in the white room. You
were in more pain than you ever remembered. The cuts were painful and
you knew your body was littered in a rainbow of bruises. You saw a nurse
with mocha skin humming as she fixed flowers in a vase before she
returned to see you panicking. You had noticed the tube going into your
throat that was now gagging you.
“Sh, calm down.” The nurses soothed, “I’ll call for the doctor and we can removed this.”
“H-hmph!” You choked.
“I’m Katherine.” The gorgeous nurse smiled as she pushed some hair off your forehead, “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
next half hour was tense and fast paced as you gulped water down still
feeling the tube being removed. Everything hurt and you couldn’t
remember the last few seconds in that building.
“Private Y/N Ackles.” You whispered closing your eyes tight, “Actually can you just call me Y/N…I do…I can’t.”
Genre: Smut and whatever you want to call the rest (yes you seeing this correctly).
Word Count” 1591.
Description: You aren’t in love with your husband so why are you dreaming of him?
You shivered at the hand trailing up your thigh, hips rocking into yours and fire spreading over your body. Your head lulled back as a strained groan left your throat, your hips snapped to meet the thrusts that were getting stronger.
“Jongup” You whined, the image of your fingers clawing at his ink covered skin coming into view and a mewl left your lips. You could hear grunts escaping Jongup, his breath coming out in short pants as if it were the pleasure he felt making him short of breath, not the repetitive strain of his hips colliding with yours, aiming to go as deep as he could inside of you.
“Oh god” There was a lip-bitingly tight grip coming from Jongup’s hand on your thigh when your hips rolled to meet his again. His lips trailed wet kiss in random trails on any part of your skin he could touch. Your nails dug into his skin leaving crescent moon shaped dents behind.
There were red claw marks trailing down Jongup’s back, showing the pleasure you were feeling. Jongup moaned loudly letting his eyes roll to the back of his head before smashing his lips to yours in a steamy kiss.
The kiss was messy, another way for you to feel Jongup’s body on yours. Jongup’s hands pinched and squeezed your flesh, making your back curve when your legs were wrapped around his waist. You had never felt so much want, your body manoeuvred itself so you could touch Jongup as much as humanly possible.
You left no part of his body untouched, your legs losing strength and tangling with Jongup’s when your high came, your toes touching his and soft whines leaving your lips as you clenched around him. Jongup let out a throaty groan, you had never heard a growl so low, his fists tightening next to your head and the vein on his neck popping out when his orgasm came a short time after yours.
You stared at the beauty before you, the way his eyes were screwed shut and he bit down on his lip with a clenched jaw. You could feel every muscle in his body tensing against yours until he came back to earth and his eyes opened to meet yours.
Your chest was rising and falling with every breath, your skin brushing against his every time it rose, the feverish feeling of heated skin touching leaving your cheeks a rosy colour. Jongup took in a deep breath of air, his smirk coming dangerously close to your lips as he looked you in the eye.
“Finally, you’re completely mine Y/N” His words brought you back to reality and you shot up in your bed. You looked around at the room you were in and a scream fell from your lips when you realised what you had just dreamed about.
A gentle knock on your door echoed through the room, the door opened to reveal Youngjae. He came into the room when he saw you in your dishevelled state and the room lit up with a flick of a button with Youngjae’s doing.
“Are you ok Y/N?” Youngjae asked and you looked around you, your blanket was on the floor at the foot of your bed, leaving you with a thin summer sheet that wasn’t covering you, your pillow was on the other side of the bed and the amount of sweat on your body looked as if you just took a shower. Your shirt and shorts you had worn to bed were stuck to your skin and you just knew your hair would be a mess when you looked back at Youngjae.
“I just had the worst dream of my life” You breathed out, your chest was still heaving in heavy breaths and Youngjae let out a humoured snort though his facial features didn’t change from his blank expression.
“It must have involved a lot of running away from something, you should go take a cool shower, you won’t be able to sleep like that” Youngjae instructed and you nodded swinging your legs off the bed and standing up with a sway.
“Was my screaming loud?” You asked and Youngjae shook his head.
“I only heard you because I was a couple of rooms down, the others are in the living room, you’re free to join us after your shower if you please” Youngjae explained and you only just took notice of the glass in his hand, most likely holding alcohol in it.
“I’ll do that” You smiled politely before closing your bathroom door with a nod of the head from Youngjae.
Your steps were quiet as you travelled down the stairs, your wet hair cooling your body down as you walked into the living room to see that Youngjae wasn’t lying when he told you the five of them were still awake.
“Y/N” Your eyes snapped to Himchan who was tapping on the seat next to him, you walked over, silently sitting down next to him and looking at the men who were all staring at the new arrival.
“What are you guys doing awake at this time of night?” You asked as casually as you could. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging your legs close to you as Zelo let out a snort.
“You’re the one who fell asleep at the same time my grandmother would” You glared at the male who somehow managed to be around your age. He had indeed opened up to you a little more, seeing that you posed no threat to him or his friends.
But Zelo was a sarcastic moron that you had dumped in the asshole category days ago.
“Shall we go into a discussion about what time you woke me up today Zelo? And just so you guys know, Jongup doesn’t take me on any of his work adventures, you’re overdoing this whole ‘treating me the same way Jongup would’ thing here. I didn’t have to go on all of your missions, I should have been at school today, and yesterday, the day before that, the week before that-”
“We understand Y/N” Daehyun stopped you from listing off every day you had missed school and you blinked, sinking back into the couch with a sigh.
“If you want, I can drop you off at school tomorrow?” Yongguk turned to you, taking a sip from his glass after questioning you.
“Are you kidding me? I’m too tired for that shit, I was up at four in the morning this morning” You shot Zelo a glare before wriggling around until you were comfortable with your head resting on the arm of the couch.
The others chuckled as Zelo returned your glare, and snorted at the way you remained curled up in a little ball next to Himchan on the couch. A cunning smirk crossed his features as he brought your attention back to him.
“Say Y/N, how are you taking the separation from your husband so far?” He looked so sure he had struck a chord in you when he mentioned Jongup, making you stiffen before training your eyes on him. You blinked at him, quickly ridding yourself of the reason why you were awake and concentrated on looking at him.
“I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you very much Zelo” You muttered and Zelo grinned as you gave him an irritated sneer.
“It must be great being married to Jongup, he’s like the nicest person I’ve ever met in the mafia” Himchan sighed and you moved your head to look at him.
“Jongup is nice?” You asked, bewildered by what you were hearing.
“Well, he made sure you were in the safety of our supervision, not home alone where you could be attacked didn’t he?” Yongguk question and after a moment of hesitating you nodded your head.
“Is Jongup not nice to you Y/N?” Youngjae asked and you stared at the ground in front of you.
If I told them, would they believe me? Would they say that’s the nice Jongup they know or would they call me a pathetic liar?
“Y/N?” Youngjae brought you back to earth and you blinked before looking at the five men surrounding you.
“Jongup is an arrogant, cocky playboy who seems to have an infatuation with his wife” You finally answered and it was time for all of them to blink.
“Well the arrogance and cockiness didn’t shock me, but obsession? How are you so sure about that Y/N?” Daehyun rose an eyebrow at you and you frowned.
“Are you kidding me? Jongup isn’t cocky and arrogant. But he is rather…. Attached to you” Yongguk tried to talk of his friend kindly and you sighed.
“You clearly need to see when he thinks the two of us are alone. It’s like playboy central with him, it’s disgusting” You groaned letting your head smother one of the pillows on the couch.
“He wears a bunny outfit?” Himchan asked and the room fell silent.
“Who’s going to clear this up?” Zelo asked and you remained silently watching them as they all wordlessly willed each other to be the one to explain to the poor boy what you meant. A sigh escaped you when minutes passed with Himchan desperately asking what had to be cleared up and you rolled your eyes.
“Yes Himchan, Jongup wears a bunny suit” You scoffed and he looked at you.
“I’ve got nothing against kinks but that’s just weird” Himchan looked away with a painful breath leaving him and you growled.
“I was being sarcastic Himchan!”
That’s the end of part four guys! Let me know what you think?
Damen drank in the image before him – his perfect son held tightly against his even more perfect husband’s heart – and felt such intense love for the both of them in that moment that he thought he might burst with it. He could hardly believe how lucky he was.
The Pack Saddle. Pierre Subleyras (French, 1699-1749). Oil on canvas.
The tale of a suspicious husband. To protect his wife’s chastity he painted an image of an ass over her pudenda. While he is away, his friend, another artist, makes love to her and erases the image. Before doing so, however, he had carefully copied it onto a piece of paper seen lying on the floor. The lover then repainted the image, but added a “pack saddle” (hence the title of the tale by la Fontaine). The husband, on returning, notes the change and the consequent proof of his wife’s adultery.
Reiniger was a German director and animator who specialized in silhouette animation.
At a very early age Reiniger was fascinated with movies and with Japanese silhouette art. Enrolling in an acting school taught by actor/director Paul Wegener she quickly caught his eye with her silhouetted figures and he commissioned her to make the opening titles of his 1918 film The Pied Piper of Hamelin. She enrolled in the Institute for Cultural Research shortly after and began making short films by making elaborate cardboard figures and scenes and then photographing them so that when played together they formed a moving image.
In 1926 she directed the earliest surviving feature length animated film, The Adventures of Prince Achmed.
By 1933 Reiniger and her husband Carl Koch left Germany due to the rise of the Nazi party and began living in exile around Europe. Unable to find a country willing to grant them permanent status they were temporarily sheltered by Jean Renoir in France and Luchino Visconti in Italy. They finally returned to Berlin after the end of WWII.
Reiniger is credited as director on at least 55 films. She continued making shorts and features until 1980.
Among her other accomplishments is creating the logo for the National Deaf Children’s Society in the UK and contributing illustrations to Roger Lancelyn Green’s children’s book King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table.
Omg I would love to read a Drabble of yours about someone like Haymitch walking in on Peeta and Katniss doing the nasty xD
Sorry if this is so sloppy, but I wrote it in under an hour.
Rating: M, for a little casual smut and (maybe?) two F-bombs.
I wake up to a cold bed, which isn’t entirely unusual, but never any less disappointing. Because Peeta’s been managing the bakery for almost fifteen years now, I’ve grown accustomed to his routine of getting up at obscene hours in the morning, the house empty by the time I wake.
But as I’ve got older, and the depression from the war has withered, my own internal alarm has begun to shift.
One of Black Butler’s most mysterious characters is Claudia Phantomhive. There are many speculations about her, yet very little information is given in the manga. However, it seems like she could play an important role later on. So here are a few thoughts about Claudia:
Facts/What do we know about her?
From the shinigami’s family tree of Ciel’s lineage we know that Claudia was born on April 5th, 1830. On June 13th, 1851 (which was a Friday the 13th), at the age of 21, she gave birth to her son, Vincent, which makes her Ciel’s grandmother. However, Ciel never met her since she already died at the young age of 36 on July 13th, 1866 (which also was a Friday the 13th).
We know that Vincent’s father was Cedric K. Ros… so Claudia must have had a connection to this man. And Undertaker possesses a mourning locket with Claudia’s name and a strand of her hair. So they obviously knew each other as well and it’s likely that they were close since Undertaker called the lockets his “treasure”.
That’s pretty much everything the manga tells us about her that we can be certain about. So the following are theories based on the given facts:
Claudia’s last name: Phantomhive
Claudia’s death certificate and the family tree that the shinigami have tell us that her last name was Phantomhive. Vincent’s father’s last name, however, was NOT Phantomhive. That’s quite unusual because especially during these times it was common that the wife take her husband’s last name (like Frances Midford) or at least that the man passes on his last name to his children. Also, it’s very likely that Claudia was married since she had two children and a son born from an unmarried woman probably wouldn’t have inherited the earldom.
So here are two possible explanations as to why Vincent has his mother’s last name:
Claudia’s birth name wasn’t Phantomhive. She married the Earl of Phantomhive but had a secret love affair with Cedric K. Ros… and got pregnant. Her husband never found out and raised Vincent as his son and successor.
Claudia’s birth name was Phantomhive. She may have been the only child of the previous Phantomhive generation and therefore, inherited the title and the position as the Queen’s Watchdog after her predecessor’s death. She may have even married Cedric but kept her last name and passed on her title to her son.
The second option sounds plausible because it’s likely that Claudia was the Queen’s Watchdog at some point (see below). And based on the family tree, Claudia’s parents don’t seem to have had another child. However, Frances isn’t included in the family tree, either. So it could be that it only shows Ciel’s direct ancestors.
It’d also be interesting to know whether Cedric is the father of Frances as well. The family tree only shows one branch coming from Cedric and Claudia, leading to Vincent. But again, this may be because it only shows Ciel’s direct ancestors. But it could also mean that Vincent was Claudia’s and Cedric’s only child meaning that Frances has a different mother or – what’s more likely – a different father. If that’s the case then maybe explanation no. 1 makes more sense.
Was Claudia the Queen’s Watchdog before Vincent?
Since the Phantomhives have been serving the Queen as her Watchdog for several generations and Claudia was a Phantomhive, it’s possible that she, too, watched over England’s underworld on behalf of the Queen. We know that Frances is a strong woman who’s very talented in fencing. If her mother worked as the Watchdog she surely was a strong woman, too, and may have raised her daughter to be able to defend herself.
Claudia most likely had connections to Undertaker. Since Undertaker seems to have been an informant for the Watchdogs for a long time it’s possible that they’ve known each other because of her work as the Watchdog.
It must, however, be mentioned that in the second chapter when Ciel talks about his ring he says that it once belonged to his grandfather. This implies that not Claudia but Vincent’s father was the Watchdog – or at least that’s what Ciel believes.
However, there’s this image in chapter 15 that shows the line of previous Watchdogs and the person behind Vincent – and therefore, Vincent’s predecessor – is clearly a woman.
This may be the only picture of Claudia!
So we can conclude that it’s very likely that Claudia acted as the Watchdog until she died. She may have taken over this position after her husband died if Vincent was still too young at this point or she could have taken over the title from her father. Ciel said himself that he doesn’t know much about his grandmother so it’s possible that he doesn’t even know that she worked for the Queen. Since Claudia died when Vincent was still young, Vincent may not have talked about her very often. This could be the reason why Ciel knows so little about her.
Connection to Undertaker?
One of Undertaker’s treasured lockets has Claudia’s name and a strand of her hair in it.
This probably means that Undertaker knew Claudia when she was alive and that she was important to him. It’s certain that Undertaker has some connection to the Phantomhive family. Other than the locket, he mentioned that he knew previous generations; he cried over Vincent’s death and he seems to keep a watch on Ciel. We don’t know his motives but it’s possible that it started with Claudia.
Undertaker said that he hasn’t been an active shinigami for at least half a century. That means he could have been working as a reaper when Claudia was born but quit around the time when she was a child (around 10 years old). Could she have anything to do with Undertaker becoming a deserter?
A popular theory is that Undertaker and Claudia may have been lovers. The strand of her hair in the locket forms the infinity symbol that can stand for never-ending, limitless love. Undertaker might even be Cedric which means that he would be Vincent’s father and Ciel’s grandfather. The German reapers implied that Ciel’s lineage could be the reason for him being able to see shinigami and if Undertaker was really his ancestor maybe his shinigami blood would explain this. It would also explain Undertaker’s grief on Vincent’s death. However, Cedric’s name in the family tree has a date of death (though, technically, Undertaker did “die” in order to become a shinigami in the first place). But he must have already been a shinigami when he met Claudia and we don’t know if shinigami are even able to reproduce.
So maybe they were lovers, maybe they were friends who met because of Claudia’s work as the Watchdog or maybe Undertaker’s ties to the Phantomhives go much longer back to even Claudia’s ancestors. The only thing we can assume is that they knew each other and that they probably were closer than just working partners.
As mentioned in the beginning, Claudia died at the very young age of 36. So she must have died from an unnatural cause. It could have been an illness or maybe an accident but there are two other options that seem more likely:
She could have been killed. If Claudia really worked as the Queen’s Watchdog she surely had many enemies. It’s possible that the same people who are responsible for Vincent’s death also killed Claudia. Undertaker once implied that he isn’t very fond of Queen Victoria. Maybe his dislike for her results from the knowledge that the work for the Queen is what got Claudia (and Vincent) killed.
The other possibility is that Claudia has killed herself. That would mean that she became a shinigami. The fact that Yana revealed how shinigami come into existence could mean that this will be important for the plot at some point. And, again, this could be the reason why Ciel’s lineage is special in the shinigami’s opinion. Maybe they were referring to Claudia. So if she has really committed suicide it would raise the question why she would have done it – especially since she had two young children. Here are some headcanons:
She killed herself with the knowledge from Undertaker that she would become a shinigami and had planned to become a deserter in order to be with Undertaker forever. However, since Undertaker seems to be alone now something must have gone wrong.
She was threatened by someone and thought that killing herself would be the only option to save her children.
She found out about something terrible (maybe related to or caused by her work as the Watchdog). Not being able to bear the guilt, she decided to end her life.
Whatever the reason for her early death may be, it’s likely that it’s somehow connected to her being a Phantomhive and possibly the Queen’s Watchdog. Dying young seems to be an unlucky fate of all Phantomhives. Claudia was 36, Vincent was 34 and Ciel’s fate was sealed once he made a contract with a demon.
Even though there’s little information about Claudia she seems to have had an interesting life which may have set many things in motion. She probably was a strong woman who managed to find her way working in the male-dominated underground society as the Queen’s Watchdog while raising two kids. Especially her connection to Undertaker is something to keep in mind and will surely play a bigger role as the plot progresses.
It's Liam's birthday and you better fucking believe I'm making a huge post about him
•Well first of of all Liam as a kid aka baby Liam was the cutest kid you will ever imagine. he wasn’t like those little devils you see running around OH NO he was an absolute angel (who embarrassingly didn’t learn to walk for the longest time because he kept falling)
•I’ve already made a headcannon about this, but Liam and Cole had lightsabers and would “fight” it was mostly Cole getting angry and Liam just swinging the thing around clumsily going “pew pew!”
•A little bit before he was taken to camp he was bored and wondered if you could actually slip on a banana peel and did it… Ended up fracturing his wrist. Harry didn’t question why he found his stepson on the floor clutching his wrist with a banana peel next to him
•One of my favorite things about Liam is that he never forced or pressured Ruby into telling him that she loved him and I look at that and just beg that Liam was real person
•Favorite moments include: socks scene, him falling on his face when he tried to fit in and play with the guys at east river, him creating their own AU, him being such a gententlman when meeting Ruby’s parents, and when he came up with the idea for a mini road trip, Tree house, etc.
•ALSO THE CONVERSATION WITH MIA IS SUCH AN UNDERRATED SCENE THAT NEED TO BE TALKED ABOUT MORE TBH
•His friendship with Chubs is the type of friendship that when they watch a movie they shout out “that’s you!”
•Since Liam has the energy of a puppy, him having half a cup of coffee means for the next two days he’s jumping off the walls
•When Liam was really little he had the curliest blonde hair and it was adorable I tell you
•Liam Michael Stewart is real husband material 👌🏼
•When they are looking for houses they have to specifically buy one that has no stairs. Ruby has seen him fall enough she would rather just not have to visit the hospital every week.
•Liam’s style consists of at least something with flannel
•OH MY GOSH IMAGINE LIAM IN A SUIT I mean he would be miserable but JUST IMAGINE
•also add glasses to the last look and you basically die of the mental image
•He totally passes out in the hospital when Ruby is delivering
•I’m sure Liam holds the title of dialogue that caused the most pain to our hearts
•I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS LIAM IN A NAVY BLUE BEENIE (that makes his eyes pop), RED AND BLUE FLANNEL, WITH A LITTLE BIT IF SCRUFF BECAUSE HE FORGOT SHAVE AND OH MAN I CANT BREATHE SEND AN AMBULANCE MY WAY THE MENTAL IMAGE IS JUST TOO HOT
•97% of Liam’s jokes are dad jokes
•Also 1000% agree with @liamdarlinstewart ’s post. Liam’s abs are fiiinnneee
•out of Ruby and Liam, Liam cried more at their wedding
•he also cries more in sad movies and Ruby always tells him to women up because there is no way she gonna say man up when women up is the same thing *snaps fingers*
•Okay last thing LIAM STEWART IS A CLUMSY PUPPY TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD AND I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH FOR IT TO BE HEALTHY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND (he’s real and don’t you dare tell me otherwise)
La belle ferronnière is a name given to a portrait in The Louvre of a woman, usually attributed to Leonardo da Vinci. It is also known as Portrait of an Unknown Woman.
The painting’s title, applied as early as the seventeenth century, identifying the sitter as the wife or daughter of an ironmonger (a ferronnier), was said to be discreetly alluding to a reputed mistress of Francis I of France, married to a certain Le Ferron. The tale is a romantic legend of revenge in which the aggrieved husband intentionally infects himself with syphilis, which he passes to the king through infecting his wife. Leonardo’s Lady with an Ermine, has also been known by this name. This was once believed to be a portrait of Cecilia Gallerani—one of the mistresses of Lodovico ‘il Moro’ Sforza, Duke of Milan. The narrative and the title were applied to Lady with an Ermine when it was in Princess Czartoryski’s collection, and became confused with “La Belle Ferroniere” by the presence in this image also of a jewel worn on a delicate chain across the forehead, called a ferronière. original | edit
Can you do a one shot where Harry and the girl do a vow renewal with all their children and grandchildren there please
30 years had
gone by in what felt like an instant. One minute, you were walking down an
aisle toward the love of your life and the next, you were waking up to flowers
with a card that said, “Happy 30th Anniversary”.
Harry had gotten married at 26. Young by some standards, but you had already
been dating for almost three years. His solo career was well in the works and
Harry was touring all over the place on his own. You had a steady job of your
own, so following him around was a bit tricky. It was after two and a half
years of being together that Harry finally decided that he wanted to make it
official. In true Harry fashion, he dropped to one knee one evening as you were
clearing the dishes after dinner and asked you to marry him while kneeling on
the kitchen floor. It was so utterly random and spontaneous that you couldn’t
help but laugh, though you said yes within two seconds and were down on your
knees with him so you could kiss him. (Kitchen floor sex had taken place
shortly after and you had never been happier that you had swept up beforehand).
planning itself had been incredibly stressful, especially considering that
Harry was in the middle of a tour at the time. He tried as best he could to help
from afar, calming you down over Skype when you were freaking out about
decorations and catering and assuring you that he didn’t care about any of
that. He also tried to convince you to elope several times, but you were
determined to have an actual wedding, so he went along with it.
day, surprisingly, went down without much a hitch. There was a bit of worry
that it would rain when you woke up that morning to dark clouds, but they
cleared by the afternoon. Your family and friends were gathered in the field
behind Anne and Robin’s house and your hands shook as you met your father at
the beginning of the aisle.
your eyes met Harry’s, you couldn’t stop the tears. You cold tell that Harry
was also having a very difficult time keeping it together, which just made you
cry harder. By the time you got to the vows, neither of you could speak
properly and you doubted that any of your guests were able to hear a word you
matter, however. Those vows were for the two of you and both of you meant every
Astrid Cartan has it all… a loving husband and son, a lavish home, and an extravagant lifestyle. Everything is perfect, if a little mundane. She thought she left her past behind her, both the bad and the good, but when she runs into someone impossibly similar to a man she knew as a young woman, her life changes drastically. With a war that threatens to take away everyone she loves, Astrid will have to choose between passion and life as she’s known it.
An Affair of Affliction (title in progress)
What I’d probably use as a cover image if I ever decide to post that White Oaks sequel I’m writing…
Born Jayne Harrison in Washington, D.C., to machinist Herbert Harrison and his wife, Virginia. She was crowned Miss Ohio USA in 1970 (she was the first African American woman to win the title), and was one of the 15 semi-finalists in the Miss USA 1970 pageant. It was rare for an African American woman at that time to be in the contest.
Warnings: female reader, they have a child together
The baby’s wails resonated throughout the room for what seemed the like the umpteenth time, nearly making you take the pillow your head was currently resting on and wrapping it around your ears to block out the sound.
Your son hadn’t seemed to want to sleep throughout the night peacefully for a few days now, much to your exhausted vexation. The little boy was already a few months old now and looked like a spitting image of your husband, so when he would look up at you, bright eyes blinking at he sniffled a little and held up his arms, you couldn’t help but let all your previous frustration melt away.
Tonight, however, was the exception.
Jacob had things to do early the next morning, which was why you never bothered to wake up your husband and tell him to take care of your son; it was much easier to just get up yourself and do it then to make him.
This was why you were surprised when you felt a gentle hand begin to push you back down on the bed as he sat up, looking at you with a sleep smile.
“Go back to sleep, honey. I’ve got ‘im.” His accent was laced with sleep, deep and reverberating low in chest. You offered you a small smile, running a hand across this stubble on his jaw before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your forehead and getting up.
To him, family was everything. He knew that he’d be gone most of the time, missing a good part of his son’s developmental years, so he wanted to bond with the little boy while he still could, even if that meant being tired in the morning.
He had gotten up, feet padding quietly across the room to where the crib was situated. Peering into it, he was met with his child’s tearful gaze, lip quivering as he lay on his back, chubby arms lifted into the air.
Jacob chuckled quietly at the sight, leaning down into the crib and picking up the infant. “There, there. It’s alright, I promise.” He cooed, beginning to walk around the room, bouncing the child gently like he had seen you do many times before.
The baby rested against Jacob’s shoulder, looking over it and around the room with often blinking eyes, fighting sleep as he sucked on his fist, drool getting onto and wetting the fabric of his father’s night shirt. Jacob didn’t seem to notice, speaking to the baby in a soothing voice as he walked over to the rocking chair, sitting down carefully.
By then, the baby had stopped crying and began to rub at his eyes, head lolling to the side a bit. Jacob knew that he was fighting sleep and had began to sing to his son quietly.
His voice was smooth and deep, lulling the baby back to sleep easily. Only when he had finished singing did he realize that he had fallen asleep and had once again carefully stood up, carrying the child to the crib and laying him back down, pausing to look down at him lovingly for a few seconds.
“You know, you have a wonderful singing voice…” You mumbled sleepily.
The Legend of F. Scott: A Response to the Response to the Response to Linkle
I’m old enough to remember getting an original gold
cartridge for Nintendo’s The Legend of F.
Scott back in 1986. Even before I inserted the game into my NES, that gold design
exuded a sense of magic, indeed of legend. I felt that the cartridge was no
ordinary cartridge, but a mystical portal to another world.
Not everyone knows the origin of the name of the titular
prince. The game’s lead designer (a woman, of course, like most of the leadership
at most of the corporations around the world) had heard of F. Scott Sayre, the
husband of novelist and poet Zelda Sayre. Zelda, of course, is widely regarded
as one of the great novelists and poets of the 20th century. F.
Scott Sayre (née Fitzgerald) was actually a novelist in his own right, though his books, focusing as
they did on the lives of men, lacked the weight of serious literature, and he
is mostly known for being Zelda Sayre’s husband, and her muse. The game’s
designer felt that the image of charisma, energy and instability that surrounds
F. Scott Sayre in the public consciousness made his name a fitting choice for
the prince of Hyrule in Nintendo’s new fantasy adventure game.
Of course, though the game’s title bears the prince’s name,
everyone knows that the true hero of The
Legend of F. Scott is Link, a young woman clad in green, with no known background
or history, who sets out on a quest to recover the Triforce of Wisdom, rescue the prince, and restore
peace and order to Hyrule. Link has become one of the most iconic heroes in all
of video games.
This is what she looked like in that first game:
Looking back now, you might say that there’s nothing gender-specific
about this avatar, and you would be right. But the instruction manual referred
to Link with female pronouns, and anyway, almost all the heroes in all the
great fantasy legends (and in almost all video games) were female, so heroes
were seen as female by default. Without a male gender signifier like a beard or
a necktie, there was no reason to interpret Link as anything other than female.
It made sense, too. Back in the 80s, it was still considered entirely normal
for boys to project themselves onto girls in movies, TV shows, books, and games,
to have heroes who were women; female was the “default” gender, and the
experiences of girls and women were seen as universal. But girls understood, because the culture taught them to understand, that it was strange to project themselves onto male characters; boys and men
were “other,” their experiences inherently gendered and not universal. Perhaps, very slowly, this is starting to
change. I don’t know. I hope so.
Of course, a few months later, Nintendo would release Metroid, which at the end made a
surprising reveal of what is today common knowledge: that game’s hero, Samus
Aran, is, in fact, a man. At the time, it was quite a shock, though perhaps
this was influenced by the hero of the 1979 film Alien also being a man.
Harry Dean Stanton as engineering technician Samuel Brett, lone survivor of the events aboard the Nostromo and hero of the film Alien
Like most games, those in the F. Scott series were mostly played by girls and women, but the
series had a significant number of male fans as well. In recent years, some
have argued that it might be wonderful if, at some point, Link were male. After
all, Link is not a single character; rather, Link is many characters, appearing
at various times throughout Hyrule’s history when a hero is needed. And in 2011, a well-respected game called Sword & Sworcery was released, which borrowed
certain iconography directly from the F.
Scott games (S&S’s Trigon
being a clear reference to F. Scott’s
Triforce) and demonstrated that men could fulfill the role of archetypal heroes
of legend as surely as women do.
When we got our first glimpse of Link in the newest core F. Scott game, the yet-to-be-released The Legend of F. Scott (Wii U), the
character appeared so ambiguous in gender that some fans hoped we might finally
see a male incarnation of Link, the Hero of Time.
After all, though we still had a long, long way to go before even approaching any kind of gender parity in terms of representation in games, films, or really anywhere, some notable games, including Portal and its sequel, were popular with both women and men and featured a protagonist who was male and who players of all genders were expected to identify with.
However, Nintendo quickly clarified that no, this was not a
male Link, and that Link was still exclusively female. In the wake of this,
there were articles written and videos made by female and male players alike
about how a male Link would actually make sense, and could be a powerful opportunity.
Link has always been something of a blank slate character, one that players are
meant to project themselves onto, and by making this archetypal hero male for
once, the game could be a small but meaningful step toward demolishing the cultural
perception of female as default; that men can project themselves onto female
characters because female = universal, but that women needn’t feel inclined to
empathize with and relate to men in the same way. Some gamers saw potential in the
idea of a male Link, while others adopted a hostile attitude to the notion,
insisting that Link was female and that was that.
Some months later, wanting to appeal to the male demographic, Nintendo announced
that a new character, Linkle, would be introduced in an upcoming 3DS game, Hyrule Warriors Legends. Linkle was
male, yes, but the name Linkle made it clear that this wasn’t really Link, the
Hero of Time, who just happens to be male in this incarnation. Rather, the
diminutive name made him sound more like Link’s kid brother. He looked like it,
too: rather than being clad in Link’s tunic, Linkle wore boyish shorts
and a decorative cap similar to those worn by many male children. Furthermore,
Linkle was hardly an optional male version of Link that one could choose to
play in a major F. Scott game, but
rather a character being introduced in a C-tier spinoff of the series.
Understandably, some male fans were happy just to see Nintendo
making any gestures toward a playable male Link. Some even thought Linkle was
cute and liked the design. However, other men said,
Well, this is hardly what we meant or what we wanted when we
said we would like a playable male Link. We meant just that; Link, the hero of
time, who just happens to be male. In a major F. Scott game. You know, like this. This could be a male Link:
These men said,
After all, men can be heroes in legends, too. This is a
pandering gesture, not real progress. By making it so clear that this male
character is not Link, you are
actually further reinforcing the idea of female-as-default, female-as-universal
and male as gendered, the idea that it’s natural and normal for boys and men to
project themselves onto female characters but that it’s strange for women to do
that with male characters. You are further reinforcing the perception that female experiences are
simply universal and human while male experiences are inherently
And many women on Twitter mocked these men. “You’re never
satisfied,” they said. “You whine about wanting a playable male Link,
and when you finally get that, you still complain! You’re such hypocrites!”
The message was clear:
Shut the fuck up and be happy with
what little you get.
Do you guys have any Disney aus? Like they could be working at Disney, or they're in a Disney movie, I don't care. You guys are awesome! Thanks!
Hey there! Right at the moment this one dropped into our Ask Box I told Admin A not to go crazy with her Beauty and the Beast AUs. I don’t know if you were our reader back then, but when some poor one asked us about movie AUs those were pretty much everything Admin A recced. So, just check that post in HERE. We have also made a Cinderella (story) AU post that you can read in HERE and Aladdin AU post that you can read in HERE. Too much Disney already? Nah, because I’m only about starting now. Go and grab some ice cream and get comfortable on the couch ‘cause here we go, some good Disney related stories from my personal folders. – Admin J
P.S.: You know that Destiel is ruining your entire life, right? I mean, try to read these and then watch Disney movies without thinking Destiel. It’s impossible. My mind is in forever Destiel mode. There’s no way to turn it off.
Title: Actual Disney Princess
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 2,697 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin J’s notes: This is like the only fic I can imagine starting this rec with since it’s a classic. It’s hilarious and one of those fics I keep re-reading time after time.
Summary: Written for the SRS2012 prompt: “Gabriel gets tired of the way Dean and his little brother are constantly making eyes at each other and doing nothing about it, so he zaps them into various Disney films- always with Castiel as the prince and Dean as the princess- until they get the hint.”
Admin A’s notes: I’m still totally in love with this fic, especially how relatable Castiel’s depression is. I don’t really want this note to be a repeat of the last time that I recced this so I don’t really know what else to say except that you guys should all go and read it!
Summary: Castiel is directionless, depressed, and working in one of the worst possible places to be so—Disneyland Park. Seeing hundreds of excited people every day, trying to smile for the customers, and dealing with the fact that his infuriating brother Gabriel is so readily capable of every park job he throws himself into makes Castiel feel like he could barely manage to keep his head above the foot of water in the “It’s a Small World” canal that he oversees. All of that changes when the universe sees fit to put him in a Disneyesque love story opposite the handsome animator in the window on Main Street who doesn’t care about Castiel’s lethargic lack of idealism—so long as he can make caustic Cas come to appreciate every attraction in the park. But life isn’t a Disney fairytale, and even though an easy out and a happy ending are what Castiel seeks, he’ll begin to wonder if the happiest ending isn’t really an ending at all.
Admin J’s notes: I’m not quite sure if Thumbelina is Disney’s (I think it’s not) but since it’s from the golden years of Disney and since my dad took me to see in the cinema when I was four years old I wanted to add this fic in here. And no, that awesome father-daughter day did not end up my dad carrying me out from the theater since I couldn’t stop crying. Anyway, this fic. I gotta say that fairy prince Dean is my new favorite Dean because of his freaking bee and and first entrance… I can’t handle it! I laughed so much while reading this. And oh, poor Cas.My heart almost broke for him, even though I knew there would be a prince for him.
Summary: There was once a beautiful young woman, who, more than anything in the world, wished for a child. She was barren, you see, and her husband was constantly away and travelling as often merchants do. The beautiful young woman, Eve, was lonely. She prayed for a child every night. (Thumbelina AU; Tiny!Cas, Faerie!Dean)
Admin J’s notes: You know what? I’m going to sell everything and move to some city that has Disneyland and start working in there, because what the hell? I have never, ever even think about the fact that there are so many princes walking around. And now I can’t get the mental image of Cas as Prince Eric away from my head. It seriously seems impossible for me not to lose the point in my notes. The fic is hilarious and so cute and well-written, so read it if you need some fluff in your life! I think I’m gonna re-read it like right now. It makes me happy.
Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas work at Disney World as Prince Charming and Prince Eric. When they get stuck in the hunted house during a shift and believe something supernatural is after them, the best idea they can come up with is to hide inside a closet.
Admin J’s notes: This right here is like the most romantic shit ever. I don’t care about roses and candles or anything, I want to sit on a couch and watch Disney movies. I can’t handle the cuteness of these two. I just can’t. Can I get this fic written into the actual show? Please? Read this and you’ll get it why we need this to happen in the show.
Summary: When Sam recommends that Cas should start watching Disney movies to help with his insomnia, Cas decides to ask Dean to join him. Beauty and the Beast seems like a good story, but there’s one thing that Cas is sure about - it can’t end happily. A strange creature, terrifying and yet lost - he obviously stands no chance with the beautiful Belle. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Admin J’s notes: I was pretty skeptical about this one at first since the summary was like that, but luckily they weren’t kids for the most part. After that I was only thinking “ok that’s it I’m gonna be a Disney princess and sleep until Cas comes to kiss me”. By the way, how is it that Dean’s pretty much always the princess? It’s awesome. Omega Dean, princess Dean… I think I’ve a thing for Dean being the damsel in distress, lol!
Summary: “I’m ten,” Cas says, solemn.
“Wow,” Dean whispers. He glances back at his parents again, and looks to the front to see that Ruby’s taken Bobby’s place by the basinet.
“How old are you?” Cas asks after a moment. When Dean doesn’t answer right away, he frowns and adds, “And what’s your name?”
Admin J’s notes: This wasn’t quite as good as all the other, but I actually saw the scene going on in my head the entire time I was reading it, so points for that. I swear this has been the most satisfying ask for a long time since all the fics are been well-written and so funny that I’m probably in a good mood for the next few… days. Or hours, maybe. I’ve so much angst to read next.
Summary: In which Castiel discovers Disney movies, and Sam and Gabe discover Destiel.
While The Knick is a work of fiction, it is based on exhaustive historical research. Below, the show’s writers share some of the true facts of the era that are depicted in this episode.
The 1st recorded pornographic film, also known as a “blue movie” or “stag film,” was 7 minutes. Shot in 1896, it was titled “Bedtime for the Bride,” and featured an actress named Louise Willy stripping off her clothing while (presumably) her husband pointedly ignores her.
Pierre Curie, Henri Danlos, and Henri Becquerel began experimenting with radium’s medical uses just five years after radioactivity was discovered. In 1903, Becquerel, Curie, Marie Curie (Pierre Curie’s wife) won the Nobel Prize in Physics for their research.
Thackery prescribes quinine to treat Abby’s post-operative symptoms. The British in India also used quinine to treat malaria symptoms, and would disguise its bitter taste with gin. Thus the enduring classic, gin & tonic, was created.
Still open today, McSorley’s Old Ale House is one of New York City’s oldest bars. (Its exact pre-Civil War opening date is up for debate.) Women weren’t permitted inside until 1970.
The practice of using a telephone to locate shrapnel in wounded individuals was reported in a September 1915 edition of Popular Mechanics. It was a technique used during World War I.