#garth makes me weep i fucking LOVE him

[chocolatecakecas]

garth's houseboat is named fizzles folly.......literally character of all time i love him nobody is doing it like garth

#im in season 8 in my rewatch and i just SCREECHED. #literally i dont think ive ever payed attention to the boat name #garth makes me weep i fucking LOVE him #bec speaks #garth fitzgerald iv #season gr8 supremacy #season 8 #8x10

[ampleappleamble]

The last thing she remembered was the Fell Emperor's shock troops forcing her to her knees on the cold cobblestones. She was trembling, even though she felt oddly calm.

"Watch now, you pitiful commoners, as your pathetic Duchess and her miserable brats die under the sword of the Emperor! Watch them perish, and know that to resist the Emperor's will is akin to death!"

But while her mother blubbered gracelessly and pleaded for mercy, while her brothers attempted to bargain and finagle their way out of this, while her sisters fussed idiotically over their expensive dresses being ruined from kneeling in the dirt, Gertrude found she could not drudge up the tiniest bit of sympathy for any of them. Nor even for herself. She knew well the excesses of the nobility, and she knew that her family were an especially egregious example thereof. Lavish balls, trips abroad, expensive schooling for all the Good Duke's progeny, even the ones he pretended didn't exist. Her life, the lives of her siblings and parents, they were all disgustingly opulent and overindulgent, and Gertrude had always known that someday they would all have to pay the price.

She was the youngest child of the family-- the youngest besides Garth, who was probably dead already, burned alive in that fancy magic academy of his-- and cruelly, she was the last to be executed. Her father, she was sure, was long-dead, killed in the war the Fell Emperor had waged across the land. And now, before she met her own end, she had to watch as the rest of her family was slaughtered in front of her, one by one. Mother cried out in terror, the axe swung, she fell down dead. Giselle, Gerhard, Gunter. Scream, weep, bluster. Dead, dead, dead.

And as the axeman took his position behind her, Gertrude closed her eyes, silently wishing that anyone in her family was worth half a shit.

¤¤¤

Upon waking, the first thing she remembered was dying. Terribly confusing, considering how... final she had always considered death to be. Perhaps the clerics had had it right after all, and this cold, dreary basement was the Hereafter.

Or perhaps the gentleman standing in front of her with the giant horned skull mask and the book crackling with arcane energy had a more satisfying answer for her.

But before she could ask him exactly what the fuck was going on here, he lifted his shaking hands to his grisly headgear, removing it to stare in awe at her.

"O gods," the familiar man whispered, "it worked. It actually worked and I did it and it worked and you're-- and it--"

"Garth?" she rasped, immediately noting the radical change in her once-lovely voice. A horrible realization was dawning on her, and the more she wanted it not to be true, the more she suspected it was. She knew her younger brother (your only brother, now, Gertie) had been away studying magic, cast off into some dusty library where Father wouldn't have to look at him. But had the rumors been true? Had Garth actually turned away from good sense entirely, and started practising the Dark Arts?

Her little brother held his hands out in front of him, his eyes wide and wet. "Now, n-now Gertie? T-t-try and relax..."

Her screams drowned out his explanation. He would have to wait until she was finished.

¤¤¤

"Why me?" Gertrude stared at her reflection in the ruined mirror among the detritus that was once her bedchamber.

"Because your body was the least damaged. B-by the axe. And by fuh-f-foraging animals." Garth shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, wringing his hands. "Plus I... well, I-I-I... I-I always thought you were nuh-n-n-nicer than any of our other siblings." He looked at the floor, tugging nervously at a lock of greasy hair that hung in front of his nose.

Gertrude stared at him with her good eye, picking absently at the ragged edges of the sizable gash in her neck. "Well! Thank you so much, Garthie! Of all the siblings you could have transmogrified into a horrific shambling parody of their former self, I'm endlessly grateful that you chose me." Her new voice was hoarse and thick with coagulated blood, and it disgusted her. She ran her hand through what was left of her hair, trembling with rage. "But that didn't really answer my question. So I'll rephrase it."

She stormed over to her brother, careful not to stomp too hard and damage herself, and leaned over his cowering form, her fetid breath wafting into his face. "Why did you bring your sister's 6-months-dead body to your destroyed family estate and use dark magic to bring her back from beyond the Veil?"

Garth explained. He told her how his magic academy had indeed been burnt to the ground by the Fell Emperor's army, how he'd only narrowly escaped certain death again and again, running and hiding and sleeping in ditches to avoid detection as he slowly made his way back to the only safe place he could think of-- home. And once he'd arrived, tired and filthy and miraculously alive, he found his family's mansion destroyed, his family members in a mass grave, and several hamlets and townships looking to him for answers.

"They said, 'yuh-you're the last of the Duke's boys, you've got to d-do something,' and I said 'wh-what am I supposed to do?' and they said 'f-fuh-find us a way to get our farms back up and running, all the working men died in the war--"

"And you thought I'd be able to help you figure it out??" she cried, bits of grave dirt and dried blood flying from her as she gesticulated furiously. "By the gods, Garth--"

"No! N-no, no, I've got all that covered already. The skeletons do all the--"

"SKELETONS????" Gertrude felt her stomach drop, even though she didn't really have one anymore.

"Well... yes. The work is simple, simple enough that the incantation to reanimate them didn't have to be very complex. Not like they need personalities for farming." He began to relax and smile as he explained his craft, and Gertrude realized it was probably the first time she'd listened to him talk without hearing him stutter or interrupt himself.

He continued, ticking off the undead horde's good qualities on his ink-spattered fingers, grinning fondly. "They're strong, reliable, tireless. The villagers supervise them, which admittedly took some getting used to, but they're all pretty much on board now. The only problem is-- well, th-the only problem besides the Fell Emperor's cruel reign over this realm that is ours by birthright-- the only problem is they don't have any... uh, people skills. And... neither do I. And I only had enough reagents left to make one more undead servant. A... a lively one, that is. So..."

Gertrude stared. O gods, she knew now. Why he'd done this, why he'd brought her back. Her, and not any of their other siblings. Well, I was always the nicer of our other siblings, she thought dimly, as the horror of her situation settled down on top of her like a dark cloud.

Garth smiled nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his robes. "So... Gertie... h-how do you feel about doing PR for me?"

#original story #necromancy #skeletons #fantasy #my writing #zombie at front desk

[ariannnawinchester]

Viswaas- Part 5

Series Masterpost

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Jo, Garth, Bobby, Benny and Lucifer.

Pairings: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence and a/b/o smut.

Summary: The Reader is an Omega, who used to work for her Aunt Ellen. Until tragedy struck. She is a born werewolf, where as her Alpha is a bitten. She finds a home with his strange, rough pack but too quickly her life is left tattered and torn by some people who supposedly know her. Will the secrets and lies drive Dean and her apart. Will he fight for her? Can they survive?

A/N: Finally! Part 5 is finally here. I hope you all enjoy. This series is my baby so a huge thanks for the support. Constructive criticism and feedback is highly appreciated.

You aren't exactly sure what time it is, but it’s day. You can tell from the warm sun streaming in through the slit between the white curtains. You’re sticky, from the hot air but mostly from your Alpha’s sweltering body draped over yours.

In soft, gentle puffs, you feel his breath against your neck. He’s heavy but it feels good. You feel safe. With his arm curled around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. A smile creeps its way to your lips. Regardless of the crap that you were put through, it was worth it. He is worth it. You can spend forever like this. Watching him at peace, his lips pulled into subtle smile. And his freckles, good God, his freckles are the cherries on top. You can spend ages being mesmerized. You love him. With all of your heart.

He shifts slightly, your name falling out of his parted lips, whilst his fingers fist into the fabric of your tank top. Even asleep, he wants you closer. Almost like he wants to meld your bodies together. To be one.

You feel a curl deep in your stomach, the want rising into your chest. All you want is to be round with his pups. To be his. Just his. You reach out, your palm settling on his scruffy cheek to stroke his flesh. All you need is that. The simple act of touching him to feel safe.

It’s been hard lately, after everything, to feel safe. 

You’re waiting, almost with bated breath, for the next thing to happen. For someone else you care about to die. Aunt Ellen is gone. And, you didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. Jo’s recovering, hauled up in the spare room, the bite marks from Benny are worse than Sam initially thought. While you were missing Jo was dying. But she’s okay now. You all are. Until, your father decides that he’s ready to murder someone else.

“Morning ‘mega.” he says, his voice deep and husky from sleep. It makes your insides tingle, “How did you sleep?”

You turn slightly, lips searching for his. It’s slow and languid. There is no rush. It’s for the sake of assurance. That he’s there and that you are too. You move your hand from his scruffy cheek to thread your fingers into his hair. Just to press him closer.

“You smell so good Y/N. You smell like home.” He mouths against your lips, pinning you to the bed with his heavy frame. A wall of solid, tanned flesh holding you in place as he drags his nose over your skin. Breathing you in.

You can smell it. Your scent mixing with his. The air giving you goosebumps.

“Alpha. If I smell good, imagine how I’d taste.” you tease, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He freezes. Your words earning you a growl at the juncture of your neck. “You’re mine. All mine.” 

It feels like you’re on fire when his teeth scrapes over your flesh. Just there. Right there. All you want is for him to mark. Draw a little blood when he sinks his teeth in. The Omega in you is begging for it.

Your senses are overcome. His hot mouth burning trails of fire over you skin whilst he moves his hips, grinding against you to ease some of the friction. Your body begins to hum. The buzzing coming from somewhere deep inside your belly. God. You want more. You want more of him.

“You want me to have you Sweetheart?” he asks, the deep tone of his voice leaving you panting. His hand is dancing on the edge of your panties. Teasing and tickling your skin. You hiss when two of his thick fingers find you wet and needy. All you want is the fullness. “You’re so wet for me Omega.” he hums in delight when he sucks his fingers into his mouth, watching you.

He sits up, his eyes trailing over your sweat sheened panting body. You can see it, the sparkle and the pure euphoria of having you half naked and needy in his bed. “I’m going to fill you up so good.”

He grabs your hips, dragging you closer to him until he flips you onto your belly, with your ass in the air. Slowly, too slowly for your liking he inches your panties off. The air stinging your skin when he licks a flat wet strip over your pussy lips. “Alpha.” you whimper, wanting nothing more than for him to deliver on his promises. You needed him to knot you. To the point were it hurt with desperation. His thumb finds your clit, your hips jerking in response. Just a little more and you’d explode for sure.

“Please Dean. Alpha. I need you inside me.” you beg, fisting your hands into the sheets. Bracing yourself for your Alpha’s knot.

You suck in a huge breath when you feel the blunt weeping head of his cock brush against your ass. He’s watching. Enjoying the way you look open and ready for him. It gives you so much satisfaction.

You yelp when he pushes in, his hips flush against your ass before he pulls out completely and drives back into you. He grunts as he fucks you. His hand fisting into your hair as he holds you in place at your hip. You’re gonna be bruised when he’s done but it’s going to be glorious. He delivers on his promises. He fucks you. Hard and good. Your vision gets blurry at the edges. It’s like your hips have a mind of its own, meeting the snap of his hips thrust for thrust. It feels so good.

“Who do you belong Omega?” he asks.

Your pussy tightening around him. You can barely form words. The deep sighs and shallow moans are the best you can muster up. “You Dean. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight Omega.” he growls, his fingers digging harder into your flesh, “I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel it.”

You’re there. Right on the edge of an orgasm. Your mind void as you’re lost in the pleasure of the wet slap of your bodies writhing together. But you can’t come. Not until your Alpha is ready. Not until you’re ready to receive everything he’s got.

“I want your knot Dean. Please.” you moan, pushing your hips back against his in desperation. Your sounds spur him on. He’s shoving harder and faster. Then you feel it, the tightness growing around his cock. “God yes. Yes Alpha. Give it to me.”

He growls, his hand grabbing at your chin to hold you still. His hips stuttering as his knot locks him inside you. He still tries to move, to rock his hips. To make you cum.

And you do. The sound of Dean’s howl  as he spills hot and deep inside you, is enough to fling you of the edge. You’re clenching and convulsing around his cock. Your eyes rolling into your head. You can feel it. Pulse after pulse. Your mouth hanging open as the sensations burn over your body. He yanks you backwards against his sweat slick body. You back pressed against his chest, his fingers dancing over your clit. You’re so consumed by him that it’s only a spilt second before that your actually realize what is happening.

He sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your body shaking, a scream leaving your swollen lips when the skin breaks. You tangle your fingers into his hair, holding him there. Nothing wanting the bliss to end. You’re his. You’re his in every sense and it feels like heaven. His hot mouth seals over the fresh wound, his tongue lapping at the torn flesh.

You sink to the bed, taking him with you. Your bodies are still wound together. His mouth still on your neck and his cock still inside you. You can’t move but it’s okay. You don’t want to. 

A last touch of his tongue to your wound, he holds your chin to bring your lips to yours. You can taste your blood on his tongue and it makes your insides curl. In the best way possible.

“Are you okay ‘mega?” he questions, his nose rubbing against the back of your neck. It so simple. Yet, it’s everything.

“I am now.” you smile, tangling your fingers with his as he lays across your stomach.

“Think I got you preg-” he starts but he’s cut short by the pounding on the door.

“Dee. Phone call. You might want to take this.” Garth yells through the closed door.

Dean kisses you one last time, before he jumps out of bed to go take care of his pack. Of his family.

“Tell them to hold. I’m coming.” he calls. Pulling on some pants and marching out.

It’s quiet now. You alone in the bed with your thoughts. You might become a mother. You don't really know much about anything but there’s one thing you do know and that’s that you’d do anything to keep your pup safe.

It’s passed eight thirty and you’re just waiting. You are curled on the couch besides Jess, your head in her lap as she cards her fingers through your hair. Some cooking show is on, but you aren't really paying attention. You’re lulling in and out of sleep catching a few words of the cheery voice on the T.V set. Jo is asleep as well, on the red couch on the other side of the room, clutching someone’s shirt close to her. It’s quiet. Like just before a storm rolls in.

Your heart nearly lurches out of your chest when you hear the rumble of the Impala come to a stop. The headlights illuminating the lounge before it turns off. You shoot upright, curling your fingers with Jess’s, waiting for them to enter.

Dean burst through the door, his jaw set and his lips pulled into a tight line, with Sam following close behind, the same stoic expression on his face. When you look closely at Dean, you notice other things. His bloody, bruised knuckles, the tear in his flannel and the bruise on his face. Sam bruised up too.

You rush to Dean, bringing his bruised hand up so you can inspect it further, “What happened?” you ask, your voice shaky.

Sam answers, “First, we went to see Benny. Get some other info from him. That was until Dee beat him till he was unconscious.” 

Dean shoots his brother a death glare, a growl flaring his lips.

“As I was saying. We needed to shift. So we did. We ran until we heard Garth’s howl.” Sam swallowed, “Sounded like he’d been shot-”

Jess pushes away from Sammy’s arms to look at his face, “He’s alright?”

“He’s fine.” Dean finally speaks, “He’s gonna be okay.”

Jess visibly relaxes and goes to hug Sam again whilst taking his hand and placing it over her swollen belly, “That’s good. That’s great. We can’t lose anyone else.“

“Where is he now?” you ask, settling yourself in the crook of your Alpha’s arm. Your claim bite throbbing.

“With Bobby. They stopped off at Jodi’s.” Sam says, before walking with Jess into the kitchen.

You didn't miss the look that passes between the brothers. A sick feeling settling in your stomach.

“Y/N.” Dean begins softly, cupping your face, “I need something from you. And I know it’s going to be hard.”

You gulp. Tears pricking your eyes as you look at your Alpha. The pain reflecting in his green eyes too. “Anything.” You say, “what do you need?”

He swallows shallowly, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I need you to tell me about the night your mother died.”

To be continued...

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[dannytonza]

Christmas Eve Listen-Along

I usually try to listen to or watch The Last Waltz on Christmas Eve (even though it’s a Thanksgiving movie.) This last year I listened to the Deluxe Edition for the first time and took some notes as I went.

Up On Cripple Creek: Such a great opener. I think prefer The Last Waltz version to the studio. It Makes No Difference: Lol, just now remembering I stole a line from this song for a writing assignment I had in my junior year of highschool (maybe a poetry assignment?) "These old love letters, well I just can't keep them, because like the gambler said, I read em and weep!" -Dan, age 16 Down South In New Orleans: Cut from the film for good reason. This Wheel’s on Fire: Rick Danko's voice is so delightfully unpredictable. You never know what he's going to do. Fuckin love that guy. Mystery Train: One I always think I'm gonna want to skip because I don't care anything about Paul Butterfield, but then, it turns out it’s good. Caldonia: Another one from the cutting room floor that should have stayed there. No disrespect to Muddy Waters, of course. Mannish Boy: Just one of many absolutely iconic vocal performances on this record. Rag Mama Rag: Read or watched something wherein Levon Helm said he thought this was going to be a big hit song and that he was disappointed it was not. I love it. That's just how southern he was; he heard Rag Mama Rag and thought "boy, that's gonna get the folks shoes a-tappin" 

Good song, he was right. All Our Past Time/Further On Up The Road: Oh, you don't like being told to quarantine and lockdown, Mr. Clapton? They should have LOCKED your ass UP for these two snoozers in the middle of a great show. Why don't you go fuck George Harrison's wife or something you little freak! (I have zero negative things to say about the coming Van Morrison songs (because they're great) but fuck him too. I'd kill to chill in lockdown on my Irish estate and have fresh cream and bangers delivered, or whatever the fuck they eat over there) Helpless: Pure beauty* *Martin Scorsese's use of rotoscoping to remove the cocaine rock from Neil Young's nose for this scene. Also the song is very good and Joni Mitchell sings backing vocals and that's good too. Four Strong Winds: They really picked all the right songs to be in the movie. So far all the extra is detritus. Maybe there's some good stuff. Idk, I've never listened to this version all the way through. So far, nada. Shadows and Light/Furry Sings the Blues: I stand corrected on the additional tracks. Give me all the Joni you got. Give me the b roll of her sucking down cigarettes backstage. Dry Your Eyes: Weirdly, probably my favorite track on here. Neil snapped on this one. Caravan: Van is such a great performer. Outshines most all of the guests on here. You can really hear the audience lose their shit during the climax. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down: This is the definitive version of this track, imo. ME: “there's no room in our already fractured culture for songs that glorify the Dixie era south”

ALSO ME, IN THE CAR, AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS: “the niiiiiiiiiiiight they drove ol dixie doooooowwn” Levon does a vocal contortion on here when he sings "Like my brother befoooOOOore me" that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The Genetic Method/Chest Fever: Garth Hudson can make the goofiest sounding keyboard of the era sound angelic. The Genetic Method would not sound out of place on a Oneohtrix Point Never album. Baby Let Me Follow You Down/Forever Young: Unmitigated bangers I Shall Be Released: I usually watch this once a year, but I can't remember: Is there a second drum kit on stage the whole time or did they have to set one up for Ringo on the encore? Anyway, this is the perfect conclusion to the film and The Band (if only ‘twere so simple) Final Thoughts: 

this is the best live album ever

this is the best film soundtrack ever 

Ronnie Hawkins should have stayed on stage the whole show, shouting.

Fuck eric clapton.

#2020 #chistmas eve #the last waltz #the band

[expectopatronuts]

masterpost of Snape/Hermione fanfiction

Hey, hey, everyone. So last year I read quite a bit of fanfic, and I figured would share some of them with you. Check them out under the cut, and feel free to send recommendations my way if you think I missed a great one!

And don’t forget to leave a review, even if the fic is from 1905; most writers still want to hear what a great time you had/how much sleep you lost/how many tissues you used.

PS: some of these are M-rated, but there’s no PWP (there’s no fluff either, for that matter). I just don’t read that a lot. What can I say, I’m a slut for plot.

!! I know this ship is not everbody’s cup of tea, even in the Snape fandom, but please don’t come rant in my inbox/notes. Just make your own post (and pls remember, hate in the main tag is not very nice) or better yet, shake your head in a disgusted manner and keep scrolling. Thanks!

·Sin & Vice   by mak5258 -- Complete. Words: 291,856.

In her sixth year, Dumbledore makes Hermione a key figure in a plan to help Harry defeat Voldemort. (It's difficult to summarize this without spoilers— HG/SS; there's a Time Turner involved but probably not how you expect)

·Self Slain Gods on Strange Altars by scumblackentropy -- Incomplete, abandoned; slightly frustrating to see how the author wrote themselves into a dead end; still worth it, though there’s purple prose at times. Words: 159,345.

What do you want me to say, Granger? That you are mine and I am yours? You are. I am. Let's not fuck around.

·Pet Project  by Caeria -- Complete. Words: 338,844.

Hermione overhears something she shouldn't concerning Professor Snape and decides that maybe the House-elves aren't the only ones in need of protection.

·Chasing the Sun by Loten -- Complete. Words: 491,105.

AU, from Order of the Phoenix onwards. Hermione only wanted to learn Healing; she discovers that Professor Snape is a human being after all, and his actions dramatically shape the course of the war as events unfold.

·Life this Way by Chiimeriical -- Complete. Words: 16,715.

This is how it went each day: Snape's eyes would pass over her, a sneer on his face and a challenge in his expression. And she would do nothing to prove herself to him, because she wasn't a know-it-all. Not anymore.

·Post Tenebras, Lux by Loten -- Complete. Words: 313,349.

Chance meeting ten years after the war may not be just a coincidence, and may prove to have very far-reaching consequences. A story of many things, but primarily of healing.

·Camerado by MillieJoan -- Complete. Words: 259,165.

Hermione seeks knowledge from a reluctant Snape in order to help the War effort. What she receives is more than either of them expected. Set beginning in Hermione's sixth year, continuing into a slightly AU post-DH era.

·Semantics by coffeeonthepatio -- Complete. Words: 307,576. The fic that got me into this ship!

“Hand over your wand. It is to be snapped and you're exiled from the Wizarding World from this day onward.” Severus has to deal with his life without magic. A story about Mugglishness, well-meaning neighbours, well-meaning students and Linguistics.

·The Tattered Man by Aurette -- Complete. Words: 12,832.

I was once asked to write a Marriage Law Challenge fic by someone who loves a sad tale. This short story is it. Angst, Character Death. Tissues recommended.

·Beautiful Bird by sshg316 -- Complete. Words: 3,441.

Even the bravest of men can be brought to his knees, especially when faced with his worst nightmare. A drabble series in four parts.

·There’s a Good Girl by cathedral carver -- Complete. Words: 3,525.

See? Over there: The one weeping into her pumpkin juice.

·The Safe House by Aurette -- Complete. Words: 8,317.

A frustrated Hermione gets whisked away from Grimmauld Place in an emergency by her potions Professor. Hour after hour holed up in one room can take it's toll. Ignored DH and large chunks of HBP and anything else that got in the way.

·No Loyalty in the Moolight by Ariadne AWS -- Complete. Words: 87,755.

Because some secrets aren't meant to stay buried. HGSS Years after the final battle, Hermione will have to confront secrets she's kept, even from herself. WINNER, 2006 OWL AWARDS: Best Drama.

·The Apprentice and the Necromancer by satismagic --  Complete. Words: 279,010. Builds on stuff from the Old Kingdom series by Garth Nix, but it isn’t really a crossover.

Snape lives and marries Hermione.—MLC with a twist turns into AU-sequel of DH with new dangers, old secrets, and much more.—Virtual penny dreadful. Many short episodes with adventure, romance, a dash of hurt/comfort, and a sprinkling of horror.

·Book of Shadows by Harmony Bites -- Incomplete, apparently abandoned. But what there is, is very good. Words: 71,106.

As Severus Snape knows, and Hermione will learn, magic always has a price. AU after Deathly Hallows.

·Accountable by Dyce -- Complete. Words: 166,408.

The war is over. Hermione Granger's life, while safer, is no less complicated. Victory has had unintended consequences which affect not only Hermione, but all those around her.

·A Walking Shadow by Ariadne ASW -- Complete. Words: 132,05.

Hermione returns to Grimmauld Place, looking for answers.  She wasn't expecting to find Severus Snape.  PostHBP.

·Dumbledore’s Man by duj -- Complete. One-shot. Words: 2,936.

Character death. Harry stood up slowly, shaking off the ashes of a dead dark lord... A few feet away a long blackclad body lay prone where it had fallen after shielding him from an organripping curse...

·The Prefect’s Portrait by Arsinoe de Blassenville -- ss/hg if you squint. Very faint echoes of snily if you squint harder.  Complete. Words: 94,631.

Now AU sixth year. Hermione's quest for a quiet place to read leads to the discovery of a remarkable portrait. Multifaceted Nominee.

·Love’s Appalling Adverbs by Amanuensis -- Complete. Long-ish one-shot.

Hermione learns two things: a secret about Snape, and that she's a terrible writer.

·Absinthe by Aurette -- Complete. Words: 38,292.

A dark deed on a dark night sends two lives spinning out of control. To forge a future, both must confront their pasts. AU, EWE, SS/HG, HEA

·An Unwritten Future by Aurette -- Complete. Words: 106,575.

Still struggling with the aftermath of the war, Hermione decides to leave everything behind to go find herself.  She travels further than she could have ever imagined without going anywhere at all.  Along the way, she discovers someone she mistakenly thought she'd known...  AU, M.

·The Bloody Stare of Mars by Yhatzee -- Complete. Seven chapters, long-ish.

In a dystopian future after Lord Voldemort's ascension into power, a desperate Hermione Granger turns to Severus Snape for help. But when she becomes a spy in his household, their relationship becomes complicated in ways neither could ever have anticipated.

·When has Hogwarts ever been a safe place? by choccobun/expectopatronuts (yes, I have sunk low enough to recommend my own fic) -- WIP, but I fully intend to finish it.

When Hermione finds out that her doctoral supervisor is none other than Severus Snape, it's time for her to return to Hogwarts. The Wizarding World is recovering from the war, but when the death of a student shakes the school it becomes clear that all is not well, and Severus and Hermione soon begin to wonder - is a new threat on the rise?

·Footnotes by Jennifer-Oksana -- Complete. One-shot.

Hermione had taken to hiding in the kitchens, claiming that she was doing it to educate and liberate the house-elves.

#severus snape #snamione #sshg #snapedom #snanger #sevmione #hermione granger #my fanfic recs

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Drag Race (S09E07) 9021-HO Airdate: May 5, 2017 Ratings: 0.694 Million :: 0.3 18-49 Demo Share Score: 9/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW********** Ever had a really terrible day where your whole world is ripped apart? That was my day yesterday... And even though I've already watched '9021H0' & 'Ru Paul's Roast' (and purposefully have avoided writing reviews), I thought it was Friday... Or was wishing it was... As was like Please, GOD, get me home so I can watch these Drag Race bitches so they can lift me up, because lorrrrrd... I'm falling apart. I'm a struggling writer with two degrees taking whatever work I can get freelance writing, working at well known South Florida Bar on the weekends (and that job along with the 5 hour total commute a day through the dredges of Miami is killing me)... But Spotlight Saga is my baby, every dollar I make in everything goes to making this existential media online mag dream come true, and it is not cheap. I hate to turn this all about, 'ME ME ME ME MEEEEE' as Valentina would croon, but I gotta have my Alexis Michelle moments too and I really need my place where I can just let everything out and connect with you all... Avid fans of the show, readers of everything Spotlight Saga, and all the people at 'World of Wonder' and the contestants of the show that will see what I will say next. For almost two weeks, I have everyone in Miami saying, 'I'M ON SPEED TOO!', 96% have no idea what they're referencing but lawd, Trinity girl... And really all the contestants who made this episode such a success really have gotten me through a tough time through dealing with 3 deaths in the past week... And a sudden realization that my fight for Nina's treatment on the show was a reflection was something I was feeling at work and in life. I identify with you, Nina, because just like you, I'm talented, deal with with depression, and am a little bit crazy, girl. All your struggles that we see stripped down to the bone, especially on WOW's 'Untucked' don't go unnoticed. And I'm always here with open arms if you need me. You are beautiful, you are talented, and are going to get you some acting classes! Again, Drag Race & Untucked is my last living connection to the 'Gay World', and even though some of you shits send me death threats after I critique this show, it really is one of the only positive experiences in Gay Culture I have left. I love that we start out '9021HO' with the girls going back to the workroom, Alexis finally celebrating a well deserved win, Nina admitting her issues with getting in the way of her success, Shea Couleé delivering the 'I'ma lift you up in church and put you on the cross and crucify your ass if you don't do you and stop this mental block you throw up that keeps you from succeeding (Not only does Nina need to hear that, so do I - You are a perfection Shea), and Trinity 'The Tuck' Taylor giving us that true Floridian 'Another one down, now the real bitch can prove it's her town' Florida 'Suit of Armor' bit. Start your engine, mother fuckers... Ru enters the workroom and announces that Jenny Garth & Tori Spelling will be the guest judges for the upcoming challenge... And that the contestants will be transporting back to 1993 putting on their version of '9021HO'... Notable, because Farrah Moan announces that was the year he was born... Alex's face is priceless, 'You were born in 93?' That was my reaction to finding out that the barback at my weekend job telling me he was born in 2000! Do you know the debauchery I was knee deep 'In the yeaaaaaar 2000000000!' Ru takes Alex's reaction up an even larger notch (cuz shhh, Ru is much older - not that Ru ages) 'Im gonna fucking fuck you up!' Peppermint won the lip sync, I'm sorry... BURNED THAT LIP SYNC DOWN TO THE MOTHER FUCKING GROUND, so Ru gives her the honor of leading the group an assigning the roles... An honor that's both a curse and a blessing. Peppermint takes the high ground and asks the contestants what roles they feel the most right for, and really tries to give everyone the role they not only want, but feel the comfortable in. Cant please everybody, especially when there's pressure to perform at your highest ability, Aja has a meltdown from hell after being cast as Grandrea... But Peppermint isn't having it. Bitch we love you, but if you don't know want the role and are going to bring that kind of attitude to the production, Shea will gladly take the role she doesn't really want and make it one of the best in the show... That's kind of what she does. And I know that Aja was regretting this one later. Those cameras are on you almost 24/7, so if you have a meltdown like that, not only are they going to feature it prominently on the show, they are going to throw it up in your face when it comes time to face the music. I have it paused on Aja's 'reaction face'... Baby, if we are to be wed, this isn't the face you should ever make again. Alex is quick to click, 'You're going to have to grow up and accept the challenge.' Queens, going forward, if Shea gladly accepts the role you don't want, worry, she will take it, make it, and easy fucking bake it... And you don't want that coming up on the runway. Garth & Spelling introduce themselves and get to work... Its a bit like Snatch Games some contestants are automatically killing it (Trinity Taylor, Valentina, Shea Coulee), some need a bit of direction but are able to take it like pros and turn it in to magic (Alexis Michelle takes notes and follows the lead of Garth & Spelling, and for the most part Farrah - she just takes a bit longer than others, but hey, that's part of her charm, and Sasha Velour who didn't do bad, but didn't do great either), and then there are the those that bombed (Aja, Nina, Peppermint).... And there's nothing worse than watching these Queens on Drag Race bomb. Despite the criticisms I get for reviewing this portion of the show (God, get me to Untucked), I grow attached to all these contestants and want everyone to succeed, sometimes despite themselves. We all get in our way sometimes, and rather than seeing everyone bomb I want to Ru Paul to be put in a position where she doesn't know who to put in the top, the bottom, or even make safe... I want to everyone to shine. Everything is taped, the editing begins, and the queens prepare for a sick runway... You know what that means... Your VH1 mandated Drag Race workroom therapy sessions (I'm sure WOW is like, can we just do things our way, PLEASE... Are the ratings really that much different from Logo's, especially on a Friday Night.) The Queens talk prom, Alex has a pic of he and his date at prom in full drag... Alexis Michelle haters, can you please give this bitch some credit... That's an act of a true pioneer, that takes balls, and if you don't have balls, it takes gumption. Valentine was prom king... Perfection isn't surprising with this one. Now I am already a huge Trinity Taylor fan, this is a Florida bitch... Its hot down here and we have to put up with craziest people in the world, and if they're not born here they migrate from literally all over the world to bring their crazy to one huge hodgepodge of sweltering, alligator 'rasslin, porta-potty lighting on fire and tippin' insanity. It takes a special kind of crazy to survive the Everglades, bitch. Hearing Trinity's story about quitting the last two years of high school to take care of his grandmother touched me, especially since my partner of 11+ years had to do the same after his mother died at age 7 and his 5 sisters abandoned him to live with and take care of his father who turned into a scared and lonely, verbally and emotionally abusive man who eventually was taken by cancer in his final hours as my partner was robbed of his high school experience. If there was one thing I could change in this world, it isn't to take that experience that ultimately made him stronger in life and one of the most loyal and amazing men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing... Not to mention a loving, dedicated caretaker and lover who sticks by me through all my bullshit, self-destructive behavior, depression, and dependence issues over the years... But to go back and just sit next to him while he has to endure it, just so that someone else was there. Trinity, the next time you are in Miami, we would like to offer you the full Prom experience. I'm not sure Ginger Cubs are your thing, but my partner is certainly not that... So you get the best of both worlds, and my offer is real. I live on Collins in Miami Beach so 'The Prom' experience is something we can definitely give you in full, the 305 'White Boys in a Cuban World' version anyway... Followed by a senior trip and the whole nine. And I totally agree with Alex, I also truly believe those we've lost are there, watching, carrying us, picking us up when we need to get the fuck up off the floor... Even if we can't see them, 'cause god knows we can feel them. Runway Time!!! Ru is ready with 90's pastel, looking mighty, like a Queen who owned the 90s... Oh she was? And the 80s? And the 00's and the 10's too... Oh, that's right! This outfit reminded me of that, silly me! The makeup is a bit, uhm, off... But we're going to act like the makeup and the wig are flawless... oh we're not? Ok. Category is... Big Hair, Everywhere! Valentina... What were you guys expecting? Anything less than perfection? Diana Ross was her inspiration and it reads, but I wanted some early, EARLY 90's touch to this runway, and this is reading 70's. Farrah Moan, Crushed it. When Farrah doesn't stand out in challenges, she's there on the runway making grown men weep. Trinity Taylor, I love her everything, she can do no wrong, and if there is wrong, I'm sure it was someone else. This look is sick, and Trinity's voiceovers just make every step on the runway that much more entertaining. Top 3 at the end or bust. Sasha Velour... Big hair is inspiring a life of 70's/80's looks and yes 'Sid ate Nancy' is perfect. Fuck it, this look is sick, no complaints and anyway punk is forever Brooklyn. Peppermint... Again with the 70's, but hey... No one said '90's twist' so I guess I should stfu. Peppermint looks ready for Studio 54, and she's jumping the line, baby. Nina... YASSSSSSS, see this is what I'm talking about. Even if Nina bombed the challenge look at this early 90's Club Kid inspired runway with a Banana Fana Fo'Fina twist, that paint, RAWR. Shea Couleé... OK. Did someone say milkshake earlier? This is one of my favorite looks. Alexis Michelle... Big Hair, Floating in the water... Oh my! Not only does Alexis give us Disney Villain realness, she also ties it in to the mirror character she played. This is a winning look. Period. Aja... I like it... This is one of her better looks and there is definitely a progression throughout the show in terms of growth in the runway. It's just hard to follow Alexis Michelle... But it's hard to deny that Aja didn't do exactly what the judges asked of her here and more. 9021-HO... Living for this intro. Nina & Peppermint open, neither one dazzle, but this is not Nina's challenge. They immediately introduce them to Shea's 'Grandrea' and it's lights out. The divide is widening, and I'm not talking about Michelle Visage 🙃. Valentina & Farrah rock, the edits are surprisingly strong for Farrah, but Valentina could outshine the sun. Sasha Velour looks like Alaska Thunderfuck & Sharon Needles had a baby and left it home by itself. If Sasha had turned the volume up, she could've been in the top, what stopped her from taking this to the next level?! Trinity, my God, this performance has gotten me through the roughest two weeks in my life as of late... And if you pause the show at any point in the prom, there is not a frame that doesn't include Trinity Taylor that won't have you on your knees, laughing until you cry. The lip sync... A classic. Let's be honest, CeCe Peniston's 'Finally' had a much larger reach than the gay community... It was an electronic music classic, it was gay club classic, and even remixed to perfection for rave and club scenes throughout the 90's and early 00's. YES, Aja has made incredible strides and growth throughout the season, but Nina took that lip sync down to the river. It is what it is. Cheers to one of the best episodes of Drag Race to originally air on VH1. Now, excuse me while I catch the fuck up!

#Drag Race #rupaulsdragraceseason9 #rupaul's drag race #drag Race 9x07 #Trinity Taylor #Kevin Cage #Spotlight Saga #drag race meme #9021 ho #Jennie Garth #Tori Spelling #aja queen #Alexis Michelle #Shea Coulee #Pepoermint #Sasha Velour #Valentina #lgbtq #lgbt #tv review #TVTime #tv blog #reality tv

[ariannnawinchester]

The Edge.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Ellen, Jo, Cas, Benny, Lisa, Garth, Charlie and Bobby.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Character death, descriptions of death, gory stuff, suicide, talks of a miscarriage and swearing. This is angst af. Sorry.

Summary: This is an AU. The world is ending, and the crew are the only people left, that they know off. It takes one bite from a flesh eater for a person to turn. The crew only have each other, a certain death tips the brothers over the edge and this leads to chaos and death.

A/N: This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67 (Bev)’s Milestone Challenge, Congrats! Your work is super awesome and you deserve every single follower! I chose the song ‘when the levee breaks’ by Led Zeppelin. You like let me know, because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome Tuesday!

“If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay”

The rain continued to fall, the dark clouds hanging over your head accompanied by the roaring thunder and the white flashes of lighting reminded you that the world and the last few people left on it, were screwed royally.

You sat shot gun in the old Jeep, your hand clasped tightly with Dean’s as he stared ahead, his eyes focused on the terrain in front of him

The other vehicles trailed behind in a straight line, waiting for any signal from Dean. Tension inside was palpable, the chilled air was the only thing filling the silence. You looked up into the review mirror and noticed silent tears rolling down Jess’ face as her trembling fingers carded through Sam’s wet tangled hair that was sprawled across her lap. His eyes were shut as if he were asleep but when you looked out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he was crying too.

“Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan It’s got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well”

“It’s not anyone’s fault.” You voice cracking through the tension, “it’s no one’s fault. You hear me?” you saw Dean’s jaw clench and heard a strangled sob leave Jess’ chest.

“He’s dead. He’s fucking dead.” Dean yelled, his voice making your ears ring, “I had to put a fucking bullet in his head.” he banged his fists against the steering wheel.

His outburst shook you, you lip began to tremble and your heart thudded louder in your ears.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice thick with emotion, “I‘m sor-”

The Jeep came to a screeching halt, your head jerked forward so sharply that you nearly hit the dash. Dean whipped around to face Sam, his face red with fury, “Bobby is fucking dead and all you have to say is sorry? All you fucking have to say is sorry? This is on you, Bobby’s death is on your head.”

Sam’s voice rose in contest with Dean’s, “My fault?” He stabbed a finger at his own chest, “You were the one who put a goddamn bullet between his eyes. “ then he stabbed a finger in Dean’s face.

“Maybe if you had your head screwed on right he would have still been alive. You let him get bit, he died trying to save your sorry fucking ass. You killed him.” Dean growled, his eyes were gone dark and hard, a cold look settled in them.

“Fuck you Dean.” Sam spat, before jumping out the Jeep and slamming the door behind him.

“This fucking son of a bitch.” Dean snarled as he got out too, stomping after Sam, the wind whipping his shirt against his body, “You walk away from this family don’t you dare come back. Don’t you fucking dare.” Dean ground out.

“Like it fucking matters. Like any of this shit matters. We’re going to die anyway, ain’t that what you said fearless leader?” Sam laughed sardonically

“Don’t it make you feel bad When you’re tryin’ to find your way home You don’t know which way to go? If you’re goin’ down South They got no work to do, If you don’t know about Chicago”

Cas and Benny had gotten out of the truck, watching and waiting on the sidelines to see if things got bloody between the brothers or if they had to intervene. Cas’ eyes met yours through the back glass, fear and agony clouding the blue.

“Y/N.” Jess began, “It’s my fault that Bobby is dead. Sam was distracted because of me.”

“What do you mean?” you reached out for her hand.

“I told him I was pregnant. I’m pregnant Y/N.” Her tears falling harder making her breathing uneven as she sobbed. She settled her hand on her belly before jumping out to join Sam.

You ran your hand through your hair, a ragged breath leaving your throat. Jess’ confession didn’t shock you, you had a feeling for weeks but you didn’t want to pry. You didn’t want to unsettle things. But the truth always finds it way out.

Dean’s eyes darted to Jess, “Damn it, get back in Jeep Jess. You’re pregnant, we suspected it for weeks. You’re in no position to follow this son of a bitch anywhere. Get back inside, I won’t tell you again.” his tone left no room for argument.

“I’m done with your bullshit Dean.” Sam spat, flipping his middle finger at his brother, holding it high for everyone to see and then charged him. His balled fist smashing against Dean’s jaw.

A shocked gasp left your mouth when you saw Dean spit blood, and before you could blink his fist connected with Sam’s nose. You bolted out of the Jeep, putting yourself between them.

You slammed your palms against their heaving chests, “Stop it!” you screamed, “Just fucking stop it! You think this is what Bobby would have wanted? You turning on each other?” you glared at Dean then Sam, “Is this how you honor his fucking memory?” you spat, for the first time today you weren’t numb, you felt everything. The fury, the grief and the pain bubbling beneath your skin, “You both are supposed to lead us. They look to both of you for fucking guidance and this is what they get.” you stab your finger in the direction of the others. “Both of you trying to beat each other to death instead of helping each other survive. That poor fucking girl is pregnant. You think she needs this?“ you fling your hand towards Jess in the Jeep, We all lost Bobby. We are all dealing.”

“Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move”

You heard a agonizing wail as Ellen crumpled to the grass, her head bent as she sobbed. Jo’s eyes red from crying as she embraced her mother in her arms, trying to bring comfort that will never come.

“Ellen’s lost the love of life. Imagine the ache she must feel. The least we can fucking do is lay Bobby to rest in his old house with the good memories before everything went to shit.” Your voice broke, the tears dribbling down your cheeks, “Get in the goddamn Jeep, so we can have this funeral. So we can give Bobby what he wanted.”

You watched the fire lick at the wood and Bobby’s body wrapped in a white sheet. The wind beat against your face as you stood still, the grief making your feel nauseous. You could only blink at the pyre, you didn’t know what to say to Bobby or to make you feel better. Everyone had said wonderful things to remember and honor Bobby when Ellen had dropped the match to light the fire but you couldn’t even form words, you just stood there, clinging onto Jess. Midst of Garth’s speech, Dean had stalked off with a clenched jaw and his fist balled at his sides, like he was trying to hold himself together. You wanted to run after him, but you couldn’t even will yourself to move.

“Y/N.” Cas said your name as his arm curled around your shoulder, “You okay?”

You scoffed, turning to face him with a rigid thin smile on your face, “I’m the furthest thing from okay.” you leaned against his side, “First Charlie, now Bobby. How many people is Dean going to see die before he loses his mind? Losing our unborn child, that sent him hurtling right to the edge.” A sob raked through your body, “I’m trying to be strong. For him, for us all but I can feel the ropes slip. It hurts so much. How much longer can I hold on before everything collapses. I love him Cas, and I don’t know how to save him from himself.”

“All last night sat on the levee and moaned All last night sat on the levee and moaned Thinkin’ about my baby and my happy home”

A shrill scream alerted you and Cas, sending both of you racing to the back of the yard. The first thing you saw was a body, the head blown to smithereens and the thick black blood seeping in to the beige sand.

“It came right at Lisa.” Benny said, his chest heaving and his gun smoking, “It was snapping at her.”

Lisa was huddling in the corner, tears streaked down her cheeks and her knees up to her chest as she shivered with fright. Benny raced to her, pushing her hair out off her face and cradling her in his strong arms.

“Cas, go warn the others.” you said, closing a fist around the barrel of your gun, “And, Benny go get Lisa checked out ,we gotta get out of here.”

“How’d they find us?” Lisa whispered.

“I don’t know but we gotta go. Now. I’ll find Dean. Get to the others and warn them.” you demanded

They just stood blinking at you, they were remembering Dean’s words. They weren’t supposed to leave you alone. Not when he wasn’t around.

“But Dean sai-”

“I know what Dean said Cas.” you scolded, “But now I’m telling you to go. Tell them to get out of here.”

There were too many of them, snapping their jaws for any bit of flesh. The ammunition was running out and it was getting dark. There was no way for everyone to walk away alive.

Dean and you were back to back, the flesh eaters had you both cornered. They could smell you because you were bleeding but Dean didn’t know that, not yet.

“Dean,” you tangled your fingers with his and squeezed, “You gotta go. Save them and save yourself. You tell Sammy to take care of Jess. You take care of each other. You hear me?”

He turned to face you, confusion etched on his face, as he cupped the back of your neck roughly and brought his lips to yours, “What are you saying Y/N? It’s not too late, we’ve had worse.”

“It’s too late for me Baby.” you lifted your arm up, showing him the bloody teeth marks, “I got bit.”

“No, no-” he was panicking, tears hanging heavy in the rims of his eyes.

“I always said I’d go out guns blazing.” You grinned, blowing a kiss before you lifted your gun to your temple, “Come get me you son’s of bitches.” you let out one last whistle drawing the flesh eaters out of the shadows and to you.

Dean’s screams and Sam’s voice as he dragged him away from you was the last thing that filled your ears before everything went black.

“Going, going to Chicago… Going to Chicago… Sorry but I can’t take you… Going down… going down now… going down….”

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