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talesfrommedinastation · 5 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tribe'

When not turning his home into a giant light hazard for Jesus's Birthday or getting into yelling fights in the alley with Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor who is a DIE HARD 'Bama fan) about SEC football, Doug's been randomly texting me things about the Jedi.

I'll update y'all on that soon enough. (Plo Koon = Sexy Shrimp Daddy?!)

Meanwhile, here is his review of his favorite episode of Season 2 of The Bad Batch...TRIBE, or as Doug calls it 'Chewbacca Junior and the Weed Business'.

Yes, a random fetch quest one in which Clone Force 99 helps out a random Wookiee kid. His favorite. Don't ask.

Need a Doug refresher? Check it out under Doug Talks Star Wars here.

TW: Doug Doug's as is his Doug-like wont. Hold onto your butts. A little calmer since Daddy Warcrimes is MIA in this one.

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So we got Daddy Rambo and the gang making counterfeit licenses for underage drinkers or whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess, and Daddy Rambo will do a lot of things, but obtaining gainful employment ain’t one of them.

Ryan-from-Accounting is smug as hell about his counterfeiting operation. You’re so smart, Ryan-from-Accounting, why don’t you go to law school and start practicing corporate licensing? At least you can get equity there, ya dingaling.

And Little Orphan Blondie runs away because she’s embarrassed to be seen around them. I get it, kid.

Woah, it’s Chewbacca Junior! Are the lizard and robot people trying to sell him to the circus or something? Oh, he’s a Jedi?! When did this happen, this is awesome! I loved Chewbacca! I love Wookiees! AWESOME!!!

And Little Orphan Blondie is protecting him, go Little Orphan Blondie, go!

I hope they adopt Chewbacca Junior and get him a collar and a nice bed on the floor of the HMS Search Warrant. They need a pet. Little Orphan Blondie can brush him and put bows in his hair! Do you think he uses a litter box?

They’re taking him home, and look! Little Orphan Blondie is giving him her Lunchables. I’m proud of the Dad Batch, they’re teaching Little Orphan Blondie good morals. Oh, poor wee Chewbacca Junior, he has no family and when he talks it sounds like Jimmers when he’s treed a squirrel*.

But Ryan-from-Accounting can understand him! Ya know, I wonder if his helmet can translate Bitch and that’s how Ryan-from-Accounting talks to his Bitch Wife Laura.

It would be awesome if they adopt Chewbacca Junior and he attacks people with his lightsaber. He’s like a pet version of an MR-15! Imagine the DAMAGE his furry ass would do on the battlefield!

Ooh, they made it to Wookieeland! Ya know, it always reminded me of where Jenny and I used to camp in northern California. I wonder if there’s a brewery nearby? I bet Toaster Strudel needs to throw back, that man needs a beer and a restraining order from Daddy Rambo.

Oh SHIT, looks like the bugs from Klendathu made their way down to Wookieeland. Somebody call the Starship Troopers! Oh, wait, they can talk to those things like Dougie Houser did? Woah. Neat.

Looks like the Empire found the Wookiee weed farm and torched it. Poor Wookiees, they’re just trying to make an honest living growing herb. Leave ‘em alone!

Which planet makes meth, my money’s on Tatooine, it looks like New Mexico and that place is meth Disneyland, there was a whole TV show about it.

(Above is...Tatooine?! - Dr Meat Muffin)

Oh man it’s Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s shitty brothers and they’re burning the whole weed operation to the ground. Guess they work for the DEA.

Kick their asses, Wookiees! Now they want Chewbacca Junior, but the Dad Batch is saying FUCK YOU!

Go Dad Batch go! Fire ‘em up! Destroy the tanks! GO JULIO GO! It’s like Apocalypse Now with Bigfoot!

More Wookiees! And they’re riding giant monkey-cats! AWESOME. Man, I feel stoned just watching this episode. Why can't I stop giggling.

Granny Wookiee says come on in and have some weed! Oh, shit, are they doing ayahuasca? Toaster Strudel ain’t having it, but Julio’s down. Julio’s down for anything, he’s probably gonna stick around, use his pipe laying skills, and get some free ganga out of the deal. Man, we all need a Julio in our life. Love him.

Oh, poor Chewbacca Junior can’t find a home. Come on, Granny Wookiee, just let him crash with you guys! He can clip weed on the side, he’s got that lightsaber, let ‘em have it. But first, let’s talk to the trees! Did they take mushrooms before this scene, Jesus Christ this really does take place in Humboldt County, doesn’t it.

Ah, nevermind, the gators that run the DEA are here. With Stormtroopers. Oh shit, are the gators wearing Wookiee pelts while fighting Wookiees? That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit right there.

Welp, time for fire fights, Smokey the Bear does not approve of this episode, especially as one of the lizard men chases Chewbacca Junior and Little Orphan Blondie into the woods with a flamethrower.

Oh shit, there are the bugs! Shit, am I actually cheering on the bugs from Starship Troopers? What is going on here, I’m so confused. Whelp, they’re eating Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s brother, good for them.

Back to Granny Wookiee’s Pot Palace, where Toaster Strudel and Julio throw back her questionable moonshine and smile at each other. If they end up with Wookiee girlfriends, it will be weird, but I will be happy for them.

And Little Orphan Blondie and Chewbacca Junior are talking to the trees, again. Just watching this episode makes me wanna go back to Electric Forest. Except I don’t think Oceana County has wookiees, but it does have crazy people in the woods I guess.

*=Jimmers is Doug’s extremely handsome poodle mix dog. His full name is Jimmers Jimothy Jimerson III and they found him as a stray when he was eating trash behind a bowling alley in Nacogdoches.

Where my Doug fans at? @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @merkitty49 @sued134 are the biggest, but let me know if ya wanna be tagged in the next installment!

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trenchcas · 4 years

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episode origins p1

i was watching moriah earlier today and was wondering what the significance of the name moriah was, so i searched it up. i’ll explain it here in this. i wanted to learn which episodes have titles derived from pop culture, literature, etc. so i put together this list. it’s not complete, feel free to reblog with more!

why did i waste hours on my life on this, you ask? i don’t know.

season 1

pilot: obviously, all the first episodes of shows are called pilots. nothing new here.

wendigo: they’re fighting a wendigo

dead in the water: the phrase means “unable to function, move”.

phantom traveler: the name of the demon they’re fighting

bloody mary: based off the legend

skin: shapeshifters, also there might be a meta about how it’s a metaphor for dean

hook man: they’re fighting a hook man

bugs: bugs

home: they go home

asylum: they go to an asylum

scarecrow: scarecrow

faith: the concept of god first comes into play here, i thought that was pretty interesting. that’s why it’s called faith, duh. dean + faith is explored.

route 666: racist truck yes

nightmare: sam’s visions

the benders: i think it’s based off of the bloody benders, a family of serial killers

shadow: meg’s stalkery?

hell house: it was literally a hell house

something wicked: originally chanted by WITCHES in shakespeare’s macbeth. the full line is “something wicked this way comes, open locks, whoever knocks”. obviously the shtriga is a witch and it refers to that.

provenance: painting provenances, it’s in the episode

dead man’s blood: they use dead man’s blood

salvation: being saved or protected, like the boys and john do with the family

devil’s trap: the devil gets them in a trap. and they built a giant devil’s trap too.

season two

in my time of dying: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]

everybody loves a clown: based off of the gary lewis song [x]

bloodlust: i think it’s for the vampires but they were also a band in the 90′s

children shouldn’t play with dead things: based off of the 1972 movie

simon said: the whole “you do what i say” thing with andy and evil andy

no exit: it’s a song by blondie and in the episode h.h. holmes captures blondes...? am i just clowning

the usual suspects: based off of the 1995 movie

crossroad blues: based off of the robert johnson song (fave!) [x]

croatoan: i like this one. okay, so you guys probably know about the whole roanoke/croatoan thing in the 1600′s. so there’s a theory that the settlers were wiped out by a disease (similar to this town). also, the town would disappear off of the map.

hunted: gordon hunted sam

playthings: dolls, but the little girl was the grandma’s sisters plaything

nightshifter: a shifter in the night

houses of the holy: based off of the led zeppelin song and album [x]

born under a bad sign: based off of this song [x] there are a bunch of others including jimi hendrix but...?

tall tales: yeah i think this one is self explanatory

roadkill: someone got killed on the road

heart: werewolf heart but also how sam gave his heart to madison aww also there’s a band called heart

hollywood babylon: based off of the book by the same name

folsom prison blues: based off of the johnny cash song!! [x]

what is and what should never be: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]

all hell breaks loose: yes it did

season three

the magnificent seven: based off of the pretty famous western go watch

the kids are alright: based off of the who song [x]

bad day at black rock: based off of the 1955 movie

sin city: there’s a bunch of songs but the city was sinning so

bedtime stories: they were bedtime stories

red sky at morning: the full phrase is “red sky at morning, sailors take warning”. with the theme of this ep it fits pretty well.

fresh blood: fresh blood yes

a very supernatural christmas: i’m not sure. i think it’s based off of a christmas album?

malleus maleficarum: a 1400′s book of witches. latin for “hammer of the witches”.

dream a little dream of me: i love this song! based off this: [x]

mystery spot: mystery spot

jus in bello: i can’t really explain it but here [x]

ghostfacers: g h o s t f a c e r s

long-distance call: long distance call

time is on my side: based off of the rolling stones song [x]

no rest for the wicked: a biblical quote that means “evildoers will face eternal punishment”. also, “one’s work never ceases”.

season four

lazarus rising: in the bible, lazarus is the righteous man, which makes dean the righteous man. and he rises. so.

are you there, god? it’s me, dean winchester: based off of the judy blume book (maybe?), are you there, god? it’s me, margaret.

in the beginning: they go back in time

metamorphosis: with the rugaru but also sammeh

monster movie: monsters and movies

yellow fever: referring to the disease i think, but also there are a few songs

it’s the great pumpkin, sam winchester: based off of it’s the great pumpkin, charlie brown.

wishful thinking: yeah

i know what you did last summer: dean + hell, sam + ruby. is it based off of the shawn mendes song? i don’t think it is because this came out way before the song.

heaven and hell: opposite sides meet, dean’s hell experiences.

family remains: there are remains

criss angel is a douche bag: idk?

after school special: based off of the abc program? i think?

sex and violence: there was a lot of sex. and violence.

death takes a holiday: death took a holiday

on the head of a pin: i’m not sure but this article is interesting, maybe related. probably related. [x]

it’s a terrible life: based off of it’s a wonderful life? i love that movie btw

the monster at the end of this book: ughhh! yes!!! first of all there’s a sesame street book by the same title. also, chuck actually was the monster at the end of the book! that’s crazy. insane.

jump the shark: “(of a television series or movie) reach a point at which far-fetched events are included merely for the sake of novelty, indicative of a decline in quality.“ probably the whole long lost brother thing.

the rapture: a belief that christians will rise to “meet the lord in the air”. kinda like jimmy does.

when the levee breaks: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]

lucifer rising: lucifer rose

season five

sympathy for the devil: based off of the rolling stones song [x]

good god, y’all!: cas goes to find god

free to be you and me: a marlo thomas album and the brothers split up

the end: yeah it’s the end

fallen idols: i think we get it

i believe the children are our future: a lyric from a whitney houston song

the curious case of dean winchester: based off of the short story, the curious case of benjamin button.

changing channels: channels were changed. the end.

the real ghostbusters: based on the 1985 animation

abandon all hope: the full phrase is “abandon all hope, ye who enter here” and that pretty much sums up this episode.

sam, interrupted: i’m not sure?

swap meat: meats were SWAPPED.

the song remains the same: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]

my bloody valentine: based on jensen’s movie. but also the band?

dead men don’t wear plaid: based on the 1982 movie

dark side of the moon: a pink floyd album

99 problems: that one jayz song whatever

point of no return: a 1993 movie but also the poto song hehe

hammer of the gods: based off of the 1985 book i think? it’s about led zeppelin so probably yeah.

the devil you know: means that it’s better to deal with a situation you understand than one you don’t.

two minutes to midnight: this phrase is commonly used as a countdown to a global catastrophe (i.e. the fucking apocalypse)

swan song: someone’s final performance before retirement (i think this is about both brothers because it’s sam last battle and dean’s last fight before living with lisa)

season six

exile on main st.: based off of the rolling stones album [x]

two and a half men: it was a sitcom? but idk if that’s where it’s from

the third man: based off of the 1949 noir thriller? maybe? but there were also three men so idrk

weekend at bobby’s: it was a weekend at bobbys

live free or twi-hard: based off of twilight and that bruce willis movie that i watched once way back when

you can’t handle the truth: truth goddess. soulless sam gets exposed ig

family matters: based off of the 1989 sitcom? maybe

all dogs go to heaven: based off of the 1989 movie? probably

clap your hands if you believe: i think this is an original title idk

caged heat: based off of the 1974 movie i think

appointment in samarra: probably based off of the 1934 novel of the same name

like a virgin: based off of the madonna song [x]

unforgiven: sam does unforgiven things

mannequin 3: the reckoning: not sure

the french mistake: just... just read this link [x]

and then there were none: based off of the agatha christie novel of the same name

my heart will go on: y’all all know what’s up [x]

frontierland: they went to yeehaw town

mommy dearest: based on the 1981 film? maybe?

the man who would be king: based off of the 1888 novel by rudyard kipling

let it bleed: based off of the rolling stones album/song [x]

the man who knew too much: shares a name with the 1956 film

season seven

meet the new boss: they met the new boss idk

hello, cruel world: sad sam

the girl next door: there’s a 2004 romcom with the same name

defending your life: a 1991 romcom! wow!

shut up, dr. phil: sam and dean became philanthropists idk

slash fiction: hahahahaha i think we know what it means but wHY is it called that?

the mentalists: they met a bunch of magic people wow!

season 7, time for a wedding!: more like season 7, time for a slightly r*pey episode and GARTH!

how to win friends and influence monsters: based off of the 1936 book how to win friends and influence people

death’s door: they were at death’s door idk

adventures in babysitting: based off of the 1987 movie by the same name

time after time after time: based off of the cyndi lauper song? [x]

the slice girls: prolly based off of the spice girls idk

plucky pennywhistle’s magic menagerie: yeah idk

repo man: it’s a 1984 film too

out with the old: they were fucking around with antiques

the born-again identity: obviously based off of the bourne identity which i haven’t seen in forever

party on, garth: hahaha

of grave importance: it was very important

the girl with the dungeons and dragons tattoo: probably based off of the movie/book the girl with the dragon tattoo.

reading is fundamental: reading is fundamental. go read a book.

there will be blood: there was blood

survival of the fittest: everybody fought idk

okay i’m gonna stop here for this one because i’m tired asf and i’ll do part 2 later

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Live Forever - Chapter 1 (Group Fic)

a/n: A self-indulgent Grey’s Anatomy AU ft. literally everyone.

I’ve got a fair few ships in mind but this will be pretty Shalaska-centric, with sprinklings of other ships that I won’t spoil. This chapter is pretty short (I did it for you mobile users) but, GCSE workload permitting, they should get longer. Also, this is my first fic here so if you have anything at all to say about this clusterfuck of queens-as-doctors, teach me how to use tumblr so I can know!

Enjoy, lovelies!

The first thing that crossed Alaska’s mind when she woke up is that she was screwed. Honest to god, abso-fucking-lutely, no way out of it, screwed. The second thing she thought was that great surgeons are never late. Especially not when they’re starting their first day as an intern at one of the best surgical programs in the country.

Which is why opening her eyes on the living room floor, with a pounding headache and a naked stranger lying next to her, was a complete and utter disaster.

Cursing her nearby bar and their stupid Tequila Thursdays, Alaska hauled herself to her feet. Light streamed in through the open window, not a good sign, and so Alaska took a deep breath, said a quick prayer to the patron saint of ill-advised sexual encounters, and checked her watch. “Fuck me!”

“I mean sure. I’ll go for round two.” Even better. Drunk bar hook-up whose name Alaska couldn’t remember except that it might have possibly been Karen, was awake. Just what she needed.

Alaska sighed heavily, spinning around to look for the bra that she was sure had been there last night, amidst the piles of boxes and stacks of clothes and books. “Look, you need to go.”

“Is this yours?” The girl, although still sprawled out naked on top of Alaska’s favourite rug, was holding her black bralette aloft in one pale hand. How humiliating.

She snatched it from the girl’s grip, trying to ignore the flush rising on her cheeks. “Thanks.” Alaska stared pointedly at the door, but Erin, or whoever, didn’t move. “Seriously, can you leave. I’m late, which isn’t a good idea on your first day of work, so….”

“Nice place you’ve got here.” Shannon smirked, letting the pointless small talk roll off her tongue so slowly that Alaska wanted to strangle her. “Is it yours?”

“Yes, kind of. It’s my mothers. But I’m selling it.” Manon opened her mouth as if to speak again, but Alaska cut her off. “We don’t have to do the thing.” At her blank look, Alaska elaborated, reciting off the spiel that she’d used on every one night stand since her second year of college. “You know, exchange details, pretend to care, all that stuff. It’s been really great but I’m gonna go upstairs and have a shower and when I get back down here you won’t be here. So, goodbye, um–?”

“Sharon.”

“Right. Alaska.”

“Alaska?” The corner of Sharon’s mouth crooked up and that time it seemed less mocking, more genuine somehow. Alaska got a look at her properly for the first time that morning. Platinum blonde hair falling messily around high cheekbones, plump lips, icy blue eyes - Shit. She was even more attractive than Alaska remembered her being last night, which, God knows, is a fucking rarity. “Nice meeting you, Alaska.”

“Bye, Sharon.” Alaska dashed up the stairs, her heart beating a mile a minute and a familiar warmth pooling in her stomach.

Great. This was all she needed.

Alaska arrived at the hospital sooner than she’d expected and she reached the designated O.R just as Chief Visage was working her way through an introductory speech. The chief caught Alaska’s eye, but a brief purse of her bright red lips was the only punishment she got.

The twenty or so interns were left to eye each other up, circling around the operating table like vultures. Alaska knew that not all of them would make it through their internships and she couldn’t help but wonder which of them would be gone come two years time.

Maybe the petite blonde, practically bouncing around the room in excitement. Or the redhead across from her, a wide, lazy grin on her face. Perhaps the thin, modelesque girl with the bitchy expression on her perfect face or the handsome guy smirking in the corner, or–

It could be her.

Alaska might be one of the eight that switch to an easier speciality, part of the five that crack under the pressure, a member of the two that get asked to leave. And as much as that scared the shit out of her, Alaska knew that she wouldn’t let it happen. She was a good surgeon, and nothing, nothing, would distract her from playing the game she knew that she needed to play to win.

“Right, Coulee, Velour, Taylor, Moore, with me.” Names were called across the already loud locker room and Alaska strained her ears to try and catch her own. She’d been sitting and waiting for her resident for what felt like hours, and there were only so many times that she could adjust her stethoscope or re-button her lab coat.

The numbers dwindled until there were five of them left, sitting on the wooden bench in the now-quiet room.

“Got Del Rio?” The girl closest to her asked, her voice a strong Aussie twang. Alaska nodded wordlessly, nerves clogging up her throat, but the Australian just beamed back, apparently completely at ease.

“Hey, so do I.” It was the gorgeous brunette, striding across the room towards the two blondes. She walked like she owned the place, head held high, and Alaska couldn’t help but feel intimidated. “They call him the Nazi.”

“I’ve got him too. At least we’ll be tortured together, right?” The ginger woman opposite them offered, stuffing a hoodie back into her locker. She had kind eyes and Alaska immediately felt more comfortable. “I’m Jinkx Monsoon.”

“Act, Chachki, Belli, Monsoon, Thunder.” At the sound of their names the group of interns rose tentatively, making their way down the hallway that the doctor gestured to. A woman stood at the end of it, short and unassuming in stature, her caramel hair twisted into a glossy updo.

Chachki sniffed, and Alaska could practically hear the disappointment in her voice. “That’s the Nazi? I thought she’d be more…”

“Terrifying? Yeah. But that’s good right, having a nice resident?” The Aussie offered hopefully, earning a withering glare from the brunette and a scoff from the curly haired man.

“Nice usually equals incompetent. So no, blondie, we don’t want a resident that’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows. We want a good surgeon.”

Act sniffed, obviously put out by Belli’s dismissiveness. “Well, it never hurts to be nice.” She approached the Nazi, extending a dainty, manicured hand. “Hi, I’m Dr Act. But you can call me Courtney, or Court, or whatever. I don’t mind.”

Del Rio turned, looking at Courtney’s dainty hand like she’d been performing rectal exams all day. “I have five rules,” she barked, her voice loud and harsh, and Courtney jumped back like she’d been shot.

“Rule Number One. Don’t try to kiss my arse, I don’t want you there. Whatever you think it’s gonna get you, it won’t. Me hating you, it’s not going to change. Two, answer every page at a run.”

She shoved a pager into each of their hands, the black metal cold and unfamiliar between Alaska’s fingers. Jinkx leaned in towards Alaska as they followed Del Rio down countless identical, sterilised corridors.

“Looks like Belli and Chachki got their wish, huh?” Alaska allowed a small smile to play on her lips before focusing again, trying to take in the information that their resident was shouting at them.

The hospital flashed by Alaska in a blur, and she could only catch brief snapshots: a burn victim being rushed past on a gurney, nurses surrounding a hospital bed, a glimpse of peroxide blonde hair. Almost immediately Alaska was transported back to last night at the bar, her cloudy memories suddenly crystal clear. She saw herself, throwing back shots until the room spun and her heart beat faster in her chest. Catching the eyes of the woman across the room, her mauve lips stretching into a wide grin as Alaska waved. The girl, no, Sharon, walking over with a can of PBR in her hand and talking together for what must have been hours, before making their way back to Alaska’s house.

But then came the harsh reality of morning, the knowledge that no matter how funny or charismatic Sharon had been, Alaska was a surgical intern. She had to work, eat, sleep repeat. Even if she did have time for someone other than a patient in her life, what was the chance that this beautiful woman would be able to understand the demands of her job. What sane person would agree to a girlfriend whose time was not her own, who worked ridiculous hours, who had to be on call day and night? Certainly not Shar-

“Thunder? Watch where you’re going.” Alaska stumbled back, recoiling from the impact of crashing into Dr Del Rio and trying to ignore Belli and Chachki’s muffled giggles. “What was Rule Number Four.”

“Four, uhm…” Alaska stuttered, desperately hoping that whatever information Del Rio had been spouting had somehow absorbed into her brain via osmosis. “I’m sorry, I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Well, Dr Thunder,” Del Rio hissed, “Maybe you’d like to get your head out of your pretty blonde arse, and listen to what I’m trying to teach you. Unless you think you’re too good for us?” Alaska shook her head hurriedly, staring down at the white tiled floor. “No? Good. Rule Number Four is to always do what I tell you to do. Answer my pages immediately, take the patient I assign you, and, Thunder, listen to me when I speak. Clear?”

They pulled to a stop at the main nurses station, where a folder was shoved into each of their hands by an exhausted-looking nurse. Alaska could hear Jinkx’s heaving breaths beside her as they flicked through their files, and even her own heart was pounding in her chest. If every day was like this she’d have to invest in some running shoes.

“Excuse me, Dr Del Rio?” Chachki raised an a hand tentatively in the air. God, if even that stone-cold bitch was afraid of their resident, Alaska knew that Del Rio was legitimately terrifying. Even in the face of Del Rio’s arched, perfectly-plucked eyebrow raising in a way that was somehow threatening, Chachki continued, “Didn’t you say that there were five rules?”

The resident’s brow shot up even higher, and Alaska made a mental note to find out who her beautician was.

“Well, Dr Chachki, since you’re dying to know - Number Five. Do not wake me when I am sleeping, unless your patient is on the brink of death. Speaking of, I have to make it through 48 hours with you fucking imbeciles, so I am taking a nap. All the information you need is in those packs. Try not to kill too many people.”

With that piece of advice, she strode off, the harsh white lights glinting off her honey highlights. Alaska looked at the four interns next to her, suddenly realising how alone and incompetent they were in a massive hospital, full of busy professionals who actually had a single clue about what they were doing. They all looked at each other, and Alaska could see her own insecurities reflected clearly in their eyes.

“Well,” Jinkx murmured, splitting the nervous silence in two. “She’s a fucking delight.”

Willam scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, real sweetheart. What’re you guys assigned too?”

“Dr Michaels, pediatrics. Oh, that’ll be so fun, I love kids!” Courtney squealed, her green eyes lighting up as she scanned the page in her hands.

“You practically are one. Did Mummy give you too much go-go juice this morning?”

Courtney furrowed her brows at Willam’s comment. “Why d’you have to be such a dick? Just because I’m trying to stay positive and not complain like a certain person I could mention doesn’t mean I’m a child.”

“Sorry that we can’t all be happy-go-lucky balls of fucking energy, blondie-”

“Do not call me blondie!” Courtney stepped forward so that she was nose to nose with Willam, both of their faces hard and stony with anger. The tension in the air was so thick that Alaska could have sliced it with a 10-blade.

Willam was the first to move back, spitting out another insult. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re exhausting?”

“Oh, I’m exhausting? Well you’re an insufferable prick with a penis the size of a-”

“Shut up! I’ll go insane if I have to listen to your little lover’s quarrel for the next two days.” Violet raised her hand, stopping Willam and Courtney’s vehement protests. “I’m on cardio with Dr Liaison, and if anyone has any idea which direction it’s in, I would be very grateful.”

Alaska tucked her folder under her arm and pointed down the main corridor. “I think it’s down here. I’m on neuro, and I’m pretty sure cardio’s on the way.”

“Great let’s go.” Violet hooked her wrist around Alaska’s bony forearm, dragging her away from the still fuming Willam and Courtney.

“Jesus, they really hate each other,” Alaska commented after a few moments of silence between them. No matter how intimidating this girl was, they’d be spending 100 hours a week together, so Alaska might as well make an effort to get along.

Violet stopped outside a door clearly marked ‘CARDIO’, a vixen-like smile lighting up her sharp face. “Nah. I guarantee they’ll be fucking each other’s brains out in a week. Anyways, enjoy neuro.”

“Yeah, you have fun with cardio,” Alaska replied, but the door had already swung shut behind Violet.

Throngs of scrub-clad people swarmed around her, and for one second, Alaska felt completely lost. It was the first time that she’d been alone in this hospital, this huge building full of sick and dying patients, of people that could make or break her career. She was frozen, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, all she wanted to was to just leave-

Then her pager buzzed.

The small noise broke Alaska from her reverie, and she checked the device, the small screen displaying a short series of numbers.

4679, a room number. At least whoever the Dr Needles written in Alaska’s file was had thought about the fact that Alaska would have no clue where to go. The room was just off the next corridor, and, standing before it, Alaska couldn’t help but pinch herself.

Whatever was behind the door to room 4679 was the beginning of the rest of her life.

Steeling her nerves, Alaska pushed open the door…

“Hi Dr Needles, sorry for-”

…And was greeted by platinum blonde hair falling messily around high cheekbones, plump lips, icy blue eyes - Shit. Alaska stopped dead in her tracks.

Oh, she was so fucking screwed.

#shalaska #doctors au #cisgirl au #group fic #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #courtney act #willam belli #bianca del rio #violet chachki #jinkx monsoon #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au #live forever

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“Twilight Book Review”

INTRODUCTION

I have a li’l bit idea on this story, on my younger generation i hear some feedbacks on this story. actually i just hear it from my sister a long time ago, I have books borrowed from my best friend and I don’t know what should i pick, the first book that I picked is the story of Felix Cheong “The call from crying house” and the second and the final book that I picked is the twilight story, by reading and finishing this story you will meet the satisfaction that you were aiming for. Nightfall is the tale of Edward and Bella's sentiment. Disregard any vampire sentiment you have perused previously, Twilight is so interesting it is practically similar to it's in its own classification. The book is promoted at Young Adult perusers yet it can cross age boundaries and will fulfill the two youngsters and grown-ups alike.'Twilight is the account of Edward and Bella's sentiment. Disregard any vampire sentiment you have perused previously, Twilight is so extraordinary it is practically similar to it's in its own sort. The book is showcased at Young Adult perusers yet it can cross age boundaries and will fulfill the two adolescents and grown-ups alike.Twilight is the narrative of Edward and Bella's sentiment. Disregard any vampire sentiment you have perused previously, Twilight is so special it is practically similar to it's in its own kind. The book is advertised at Young Adult perusers however it can cross age obstructions and will fulfill the two adolescents and grown-ups the same.

BODY

Bella Swan is headed to the Phoenix, Arizona air terminal by her mom. She goes to the community of Forks, Washington, where her dad Charlie lives and fills in as the police boss. The two guardians don't know what to think about this move, which Bella has settled on without anyone else, and Bella realizes she doesn't care for migrating to Forks yet is fearless on the issue. Upon her appearance, Charlie shocks Bella with a blessing: an old truck he purchased from Billy Black, which has a durability where she discovers comfort.

Bella is worried about going to another school, particularly as she is a pale and cumbersome young lady not at all like the sort of tan competitor individuals may anticipate from a Phoenix transplant. Notwithstanding, the following day she goes to Forks High School, seeing her old truck fits in well in the parking garage - where a gleaming Volvo stuck out - and she continues to go to classes. She is become a close acquaintence with by a few people throughout this day: Eric in English class, at that point Jessica in Trigonometry and Spanish. During lunch with Jessica, Bella sees a table of five pale, exceptionally wonderful understudies: they end up being Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Alice Cullen, and the blondie twins Rosalie and Jasper Hale. All are the embraced offspring of Dr. Cullen and his better half, who is said to be the auntie of the Hales; this abnormal family moved to Forks from Alaska two years back.

In Biology class, Bella is astounded to end up situated at a table alongside Edward Cullen, who has a solid negative response to her, straining and making a clench hand in her quality. This terrifies her yet after class she is gotten to know by Mike, who likewise sees the strain she blended in Edward. Mike shares Gym class with Bella, where she fears her ungainliness will get self-evident. As the secretary taught her in the first part of the day, Bella comes back to the principle office toward the day's end just to discover Edward Cullen there, attempting to change his Biology class to some other time. He is fruitless, tenses again in Bella's quality, and leaves. The secretary asks how Bella's day went yet isn't persuaded when she says it was fine. Bella battles tears as she drives home.

CONCLUSION

The majority of the attributes of the vampires and occasions in Twilight don't have a strong logical clarification; they are for the most part otherworldly. On the off chance that the Cullens truly had have skin as hard as precious stones, at that point their skin wouldn't be adaptable at all and they wouldn't have the option to move. Edward wouldn't have had the option to recreate with Bella, in light of the fact that his absence of significant organ work and the powerlessness of his body to change would most likely make sperm creation incomprehensible. The additional chromosome check of vampires fill no genuine need, however they are most likely answerable for the uplifted faculties, speed, and quality of the vampires. The way that Renesmee has 24 sets of chromosomes would have denoted her for an early premature delivery or demise as a human newborn child. In any case, one component that carries over from stories of vampires into this present reality is the hankering for blood, clinical vampirism. There have been various recorded instances of this ailment consistently.

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder (Rewritten- 7/?)

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“How is Iris doing?” Leonard asked as he walked inside Sara’s apartment the following day; the short blonde looking at him from her spot on the sofa. She was still in a sports bra and shorts and she really looked like she wasn’t in the mood for an early morning. “Don’t kill me. I bear coffee and bagels.”

“Give me; I’ve only been asleep for two hours.” He handed her the coffee as he sat on an armchair and sipped his own hot beverage. Sara let out a moan; thankful that Leonard had memorized how she took her coffee.

“Is the CSI okay?” Leonard asked and Sara sighed; reaching for the bagel that Leonard had set on the coffee table.

“His heart keeps failing… It’s like the doctors can’t figure out what is happening to him. But he appears to be on a coma and they have him on life support. Iris and her dad are just wrecks; they don’t know if he’ll ever wake up.”

“Dr. Wells’ groundbreaking device did more harm than good… Not surprised. Even though I think it killed Scudder and Dillon.”

“Seriously?”

“Mick left bright and early to see if they were still there and all he saw was blood. He is actually looking to find where they have other safe houses. We are probably spending Christmas tracking them down and taking care of them once and for all.”

“Actually this sounds much better than Christmas with my family.”

Leonard lifted an eyebrow at her confession.

“I sense something is bothering you. Go on…”

“It’s the first time I’ll spend the holidays with my family since I came back and it’s just that… I am not one for an awkward dinner and then people singing me happy birthday when officially… I’m dead.”

“What? You told me your birthday was during Winter but… Christmas?”

“I absolutely hate being a Christmas baby so please don’t remind me. The point is that they expect me to come back and act like everything is okay and somehow these past years never happened… But they’ll never look at me the same way. I’m the reason my family is ruined and now I’ll have to act like that’s okay and be all smiles in the same table as Oliver and Laurel and my parents.”

“You can always say that you have to stay here and you, Lisa, Mick and I can go grab some beers and get drunk.”

“Tempting, but I’ll never hear the end of it from my mom if I don’t show up. Especially after I skipped Thanksgiving.” She pointed out and Leonard frowned. He knew that Sara loved her family, but acting like her years away from them didn’t change her would be very difficult for her.

“Whatever you want, Canary… Just know that if you want to trade a homemade meal for Big Belly Burger and beers I’ll be here.” Sara smiled at him softly; understanding passing between them and she kept drinking her coffee with the same smile until she glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned.

“I have to get ready; I have a class in one hour at the university. Wanna join me for another cup of coffe… tea for you, of course..?”

“Is he hot?” Iris asked Sara as they drove towards the train station. It was the day before Christmas Eve and Iris was kind enough to drive Sara there so she wouldn’t have to leave her own car on the station for almost three days.

“Stop! He is just a friend and only that…” Iris turned from the steering wheel and looked at her with raised eyebrows. “But yeah he is very hot.”

“So, are you gonna make a move on him or not?” She questioned and the blonde snorted. She had told her about her past a little bit, but made sure to leave out certain details (like being trained as an assassin, her being friends with criminals and being a vigilante).

“Again, he is just a friend. Besides… I don’t think it could ever work between us. You and Detective Pretty Boy on the other hand…”

“Oh, look! We’re here! Too bad we have to cut this amazing conversation short.” Iris looked at the watch on her wrist. “You have a bit until your train arrives; want me to stay and keep you company?”

“No, it’s okay. You go back to Barry and your dad. They need you right now.” She answered and pulled her friend for a hug.

“Give Oliver, Felicity and the rest of their friends our love. Barry will appreciate all of them being so worried about him when he wakes up.”

“I will. Take care of yourself.” Sara stated before grabbing the gym bag she had used as an impromptu suitcase, and going out on the cold winter night. She chose to travel late in the afternoon so she would arrive home to Starling at a logical time.

She started walking towards the platform when suddenly she felt footsteps behind her. They were faint and careful and somehow eerily familiar, and then she heard that god-damned drawl.

“Think you were gonna leave without saying goodbye?” Asked Leonard Snart who smirked as soon as Sara turned to look at him.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Keystone City; tracking Dillon and robbing people blind?” He chuckled as he approached her and they sat on two of the empty seats on the train platform.

“I was, but word got around that someone saw that bi-… I mean, Rosalind… in Central, cashing a liquor store. Mick is checking it out right now.” Leonard paused looking at Sara with a smirk. “But I wanted to say goodbye to you properly.”

“I hope you won’t totally fall apart without my presence for three days.” Sara told with and he smirked.

“I might. Lisa wants me, her and Mick to try to cook and get drunk and last time Mick almost set the entire building on fire.” The blonde tried to stifle her laughing. “I’m not joking! You might come back and I’ll be flambé.”

“And that would be the most tragic cause of death for Captain Cold. Poor Len.” She explained as Leonard cracked a smile also.

Suddenly she heard the sound of the train along the rails in the distance and she turned to Leonard; standing up and grabbing her bag.

“That’s my ride.” Leonard put his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans… letting out a breath and contemplating what his next move should be in his head. “See you in three days.”

And then she was dropping the bag on the stone floor and wrapping her arms around his waist; pulling him in for a hug. Leonard felt himself freeze at the odd comfort of her touch but he soon relaxed and melted in the sweet embrace they shared. His chin rested on her forehead and she nuzzled her face on the crook of his neck. Sara was the first to pull back upon realizing that she actually had to board the train in order to go to Starling.

“I… I’ll see you when I get back.” She told him as she quickly retrieved her bag and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Leonard still stood there with his hand limp on each side… just staring at her in wonder.

“Yeah. Uhm, have a safe trip and have fun.” Leonard muttered and took a step back, and further away from her. “Don’t vigilante a lot without me.”

“Cross my heart.” She answered as she ran towards the train, leaving the thief once again alone. How could the blonde be a few feet away and already make him feel like he misses her?

But Mick was right.

Feelings were bullshit and he was better off without any.

So he turned and started walking towards the exit; not noticing Sara who was staring at him from her seat inside her train…

Because even though her body was going to Starling City, her mind and heart would be left in Central… safely stored in Leonard’s eyes…

“Come on, we have to get drunk! It’s the night before Christmas, Lenny!” Lisa shrieked as she hit her brother on the shoulder. The older man glared at Lisa; ignoring her protests. “Please don’t tell me you are in a mood because Sara is in Starling City… It’s literally been one day and I saw you texting her like ten minutes ago.”

“Can you drop it?” He snapped at her as Mick walked out of his bedroom and looked between the two siblings. He raised his eyebrows; knowing that Leonard had been grumpy from the moment he heard Sara would have been going to Starling for the holidays.

“Snart, stop being a downer and grab a jacket and shoes. We are going to drink so much you won’t even remember blondie’s name.”

Lisa smiled at him; grabbing her own leather jacket and sitting next to Mick until leonard finally decided to get ready.

Three hours and many many drinks later, the three of them were almost black out drunk in Saints and Sinners. Lisa was playing pool with a couple of the patrons of the bar (and totally kicking their asses), while Mick and Leonard sat close by with a second bottle of whiskey in their table.

“She’s really grown up hasn’t she?” Mick slurred all of the sudden as he observed Lisa who was cheering because she won. Again.

“Glad you noticed it after all this time, Mick.”

“I mean, we’re old.”

Leonard started laughing; dammit Jack Daniel’s.

“Yes we are. But we still kick ass.”

“I’m not having a mid-life crisis man.” Mick told him and re-filled his glass. “It seems like yesterday we were robbing that toy store and getting her dolls for Christmas because Lewis was too much of a dick to get her anything.”

“She is better than us. Always been. She has empathy, even though she wants to act like she doesn’t. Reminds me of mom.” Mick turned and looked at him, understanding that the alcohol was making him say things he usually wouldn’t.

“She just didn’t have many options what do with her li-.”

Leonard’s phone, which was placed on the table started buzzing; interrupting Mick. It was right after three so it could only be a couple of people. Glancing at the screen he noticed the name of the caller and a smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah yeah go and talk to blondie.” Mick prompted as he downed another glass and shook his head.

After accepting the call and moving towards the bathrooms, he brought his phone to his ear.

“H’llo.” He drawled but it came out mostly like a messed up word. He heard a small laugh from the other end of the line.

“Merry Christmas Grinch.” Sara told him, but he could tell from the tone of her voice that she was saying it good heartedly.

“Season's Greetings, Mrs. Lance and Happy Birthday.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Nope. I have very tall alcohol tolerance if you must know!” Sara snorted.

“It’s ‘high’ not ‘tall’, but you already know that because you aren’t drunk.” She answered as she looked out of the window of Laurel’s guest bedroom. “How are you spending this holy night?”

“Mick and Lisa dragged me to Saints and Sinners for our annual drunken night before Christmas… Or is it morning now? Whatcha doing up so late?” He asked as a lady bolted by him and then proceeded to throw up in one of the toilets. “Don’t worry just a lady puking a few feet away.”

“Sounds like a blast. We have time difference now, remember? It’s 1:04 here and we just came back from a great dinner. My mom kept asking me about the university and Oliver and I exchanged a very awkward handshake. He couldn’t even look at me and I think that he may or may not be hooking up with my sister again and I’m totally over this whole situation.”

“Would you like him to be hooking up with someone else?” His voice sounded strained; like he was trying to hide his anger.

“You mean me?... Of course not. I have been over Oliver for a long time now…” She took a big breath. “In fact I have my eye on someone else.”

“Oh, and who that lucky fella or lady might be?” He mumbled as he leaned his head against the wall.

“Well let’s say he really likes the cold.” For a moment both of them didn’t talk. They stayed silent; realizing what had just happened.

“Lance, I-.”

“Sara! Are you still awake?” He heard a voice from the background that probably was Laurel’s.

“I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Please don’t get stabbed in an alley or something.”

“Good night.”

Leonard felt his heart literally pounding on his ear, as he turned towards the bar and walked back to his table where Mick and Lisa were now both seated. As soon as they noticed his doubt founded face they smirked.

“What happened loverboy?” Mick asked him as Leonard snorted and moved towards the bar; ordering a bottle of vodka which the bartender who had become accustomed to by now, handed to him with a smile. It was commonly known between the three of them, that Leonard only drunk vodka when he had something very important to think about or something was stressing him.

“Uh huh, did the pretty canary not want Lenny?” Lisa said in a cheery voice as she squeezed her brother’s cheek. “Cause if ya want to we can take a train right now and go there to kick her ass for not liking you!”

“Calm down sis. All is well.” Leonard told her and even though Mick knew that his best friend was lying; he didn’t say anything… knowing better than to open a conversation like that in front of Lisa. She was just as protective towards Leonard as he was towards her and sometimes her love for her brother could easily cloud her vision when it came to people who hurt him.

But Sara hadn’t hurt him.

She had just admitted that she was interested in him too and suddenly nothing was simple anymore. A part of him hoped that the next morning he would forget all about it, but then he wanted to remember this… Sara was closer to him than ever at that moment. Even if she was 600 miles away… She was there.

She was there.

In his mind, in his heart and in his very soul… Sara Lance had made a complete sap out of him.

“Lenny?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Everything okay?” Lisa’s eyebrows had furrowed as she looked at her brother’s face concerned.

“Yeah… Merry Christmas, Lis. Merry Christmas Mi-… He passed out?” Lisa cocked her head to the side and nodded; looking at Mick who had just fallen on the floor flat on his back. “Well, wanna carry him to the car and get some Big Belly Burger on the way back?”

Lisa smiled; that toothy, happy and excited smile he hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“I would love that Lenny.”

#sara lance #leonard snart #sara x leonard #captain cold #white canary #white canary x captain cold #cc fic #the crook to my assasin fic #rewritten cc #mick rory #lisa snart #heatwave #golden glider

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