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scotianostra · 3 months

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January 23rd is National Pie day, what's your favourite pie?

Is it the traditional New Years day fare, of a muckle steak pie, or the humble Scotch Pie filled with mutton? It could also be a macaroni pie, possibly a favourite with the vegetarians Scots out there. Or maybe you have sought out the Breakfast pie that I posted about previously is made by Table 13 Express takeaway deli in Kirkintilloch. The Haggis and Steak Pie by Bells is also up there, although I preferred the haggis mash and beans pies we used to get from our local bakers growing up in my hometown of Loanhead.

Perhaps the most famous of our pies here in Scotland is the award winning Killie Pie made by Brownings Bakery in the town since 1945.

Just last week Scotlans best pie was announced at The World Championship Scotch Pie Awards, with a beloved Perth and Kinross butcher taking home the top prize at the ceremony. More than 50 bakeries and butchers from around Scotland were shortlisted in a range of categories, with their bakes assessed anonymously by a panel of experts and independent judges.

This year, the top World Champion prize was given to James Pirie & Son of Blairgowrie, who previously won the competition in 2018, 2020, and 2022, as well as taking the title of World Scotch Pie Champion of Champions in 2021 with their iconic Scotch Pie.

Elsewhere, fellow winners included James Aitken Butchers in Alloa, The Little Bakery in Dumfries, and Beefcake Cafe in Glasgow, who took home prizes in the Sausage Roll, Bridie, and Vegetarian Savoury categories respectively. Among the other categories were Steak Pie and Haggis Savoury, which were awarded to Brownings the Bakers Ltd in Kilmarnock and WeeCOOK in Carnoustie.

Here's a recipe for the Scotch Pie, although they will differ from source to source.

EQUIPMENT NEEDED TO MAKE THIS RECIPE

Four 4-inch springform cake pans (or equivalent)

Rolling pin

Small skillet

Knife to cut onion

Saucepan/s

Measuring cups, spoons

Kitchen scale (optional)

Mixing Bowls and spoons

Pastry Brush (for egg wash)

Stove and Oven (obviously)

INGREDIENTS

Hot Water Pastry Crust

2 cups flour (240 grams)

1/2 cup lard or shortening

1/2 cup water

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 egg yolk, beaten (for egg wash)

Meat Filling

1 small onion, chopped fine

1 – 2 teaspoons lard, butter, or shortening

1 pound lean ground beef

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper

1/2 teaspoon mace

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

1 teaspoon Italian spice (optional)

Quick Beef Gravy

1 14 oz. can low sodium chicken broth

2 cubes beef bouillon

1/4 cup cold water

2 tablespoons corn starch

DIRECTIONS

Preheat oven to 350° F or 177° C. Grease four 4 inch springform pans and set aside.

Put flour in a medium mixing bowl and create a well in the center.

Place water, salt, and lard in a saucepan and bring to a boil.

Carefully pour hot water and lard into well made in the flour. Mix with a spoon until all the flour is wet.

When the flour mixture is cool enough to handle. Knead just enough to mix completely. Set aside one fourth of the dough and divide the remaining dough into four balls.

2 tablespoons corn starch

DIRECTIONS

Preheat oven to 350° F or 177° C. Grease four 4 inch springform pans and set aside.

Put flour in a medium mixing bowl and create a well in the center.

Place water, salt, and lard in a saucepan and bring to a boil.

Carefully pour hot water and lard into well made in the flour. Mix with a spoon until all the flour is wet.

When the flour mixture is cool enough to handle. Knead just enough to mix completely. Set aside one fourth of the dough and divide the remaining dough into four balls.

Place all of the dough in the refrigerator while sautéing the onions and preparing the meat mixture.

Sauté the chopped onion in 1 to 2 teaspoons of lard, butter, or shortening, until soft.

Thoroughly mix ground beef, onion, and spices, including salt and pepper, in a bowl and set aside.

Remove dough from the refrigerator and roll each of the four big dough balls into round shapes big enough to cover the bottom and up the sides of the springform pans stopping about 1/4 inch or 6 mm from the top of the pan.

Roll out the large piece of dough, (the fourth you cut off from the whole dough mass in the beginning), into one large shape a little thinner than the bottom shells. Using one of the springform pans, cut four circles out of the rolled dough. These will be the lids (top crusts) of your pies. Lay them flat and cut a small hole in the center of each lid.

Add one fourth of the meat mixture to each pastry lined pan. Filling to about 1/4 inch or 6 mm from the top of the dough. Be sure to push it down into the corner round the bottom of the pan.

Cover the pie with the pastry lids and press the edges of the lid dough into the shell dough to seal. You may crimp with your fingers or press with a fork to make them pretty or just leave them plain. Just make sure the tops and sides are sealed together.

Brush each lid with the beaten egg yolk and place the pies in the oven for 35 to 40 minutes. You can stick a meat thermometer into the lid hole to ensure the meat is cooked through. It should be 160° F or 71° C.

While the pies are in the oven, make the quick gravy. Put the chicken broth in a saucepan along with two beef bouillon cubes and bring to a boil. Mix 2 tablespoons of corn starch into 1/4 cup cold water and stir until smooth. Slowly, add the corn starch mixture to the broth while stirring. Turn down the heat to a simmer and allow the gravy to thicken, stirring occasionally.

Remove the pies from the oven and allow to cool for 5 to 10 minutes before removing springforms. Serve with gravy, potatoes, and vegetables, top with beans, or, just eat them on the go.

NOTES

If you want to put a tablespoon of gravy inside each pie before baking them, just make the gravy before assembling the pies.

Scotch pies will last 3 days in the refrigerator and can be frozen after they have cooled for an hour. They will taste best if eaten within two to three months of freezing. Once you have thawed the pies, don’t refreeze them.

Recipe taken from https://travelinginmykitchen.com/2022/01/03/make-your-own-scotch-pies/

#scotland #scottish #history #scottish cuisine #pies

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hiccuppps · 1 year

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max's gustholomule fic recs!

sharing some of my favs i've read so far to help spread the gustholomule agenda!!!!!!!!!! also these live in my brain forever...

4:02 AM by kindofsortofmaybe : GOD. if by some chance you haven't read this already what are you doing. THEYRE SO FUJCING STUPID OH MY GODDDD <3333333 the vibes are incredible can you tell im a night owl? lots of gus pining :)

Gardenias by disco_girl : WAD timeskip! THIS IS MY CANON. first kiss and relationship discussion :)

One More Ride by WoorEnergy : *slaps screen* THIS. first kiss? late night drives? STEVE? sign me TF UP!!!!!!! how many times have i read this? yes.

dozy by rt5626 : sick fic <3 they're so cute i hope they explode.

i would've followed [you] all the way to the graveyard by emsprovisions : first kiss fic!!!!! they're so silly!!! absolutely lives inside my brain.

tfw boys have shoulders by killyhawk : post-canon. title says it all. read this NOW i laughed so hard.

A Little Bit of Sunshine by multishipperofmanyfandoms : takes place during FTF. i've read this so many times i love it so much.

we grew up so well by kairoskeeper : matt and amity friendship!!!! definitely fed my brainrot. gustholomule sprinkles. the "WHO EVEN LIKES GIRLS?" lives in my brain.

Heart Covered in Honey by This_Is_My_Guest_Name : very soft!!!

Eyes On You by killyhawk : OOO KILLY THIS LORE! i live for anything exploring gus's illusion magic + bonus established gustholomule and good bf matt <3

let's give 'em something to talk about by killyhawk : killy with another banger. THE gustholomule writer ever. idiots <3 i hope they explode <3

Palisman Playdate by AssignedK9 : short and sweet!! i love this one sm (garth my beloved). focusses more on their friendship with the ship sprinkled in but their interactions are so perfect.

#gustholomule #max talks #gus porter #mattholomule #the owl house #toh #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfiction #max is a killyhawk fanboy #i love gustholomule so much oh my GOD.#fics

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krispi-tobi · 4 months

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2024 Steamboat Willie Predictions

I chose to do this instead of my New Year’s resolutions

Steamboat Willie Fursona

Steamboat Willie Vtuber

Steamboat Willie school mascots

Daycare wall murals of Steamboat Willie

Steamboat Willie for Tumblr Sexyman 2024?!

People in Steamboat Willie costumes roaming the streets of New York

Minecraft YouTuber with Steamboat Willie skin becomes next beloved Minecraft YouTuber / Twitch Streamer (possible obsessive fanbase?)

“This is my oc, Steelboot Killy, donut steal”

#steamboat willie #mickey mouse #disney #public domain #copyright

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infernothechaosgod · 2 months

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sorry for being inactive

As some of you know I've been working on my thorn prince comic, and the steamboat killie minigame

It's not very tiring I'm having lot's of fun accualy, drawing my beloved characters and writing out the scripts has been really relaxing, the coding and animating sprites for Steamboat killie has been pretty hard and the fact that This fucking thing didn't mark it as an error but as a "recommendation to change" (something deadass everyone on this beautiful greenearth ignores) should be a crime

I rewrote entire x_speed and y_speed because of this DAMN YOU GAME MAKER 2

But anyways What I'm trying to Say is despite being less active here I still do alot of stuff with oswald mickey and other rubber hose cartoons, you might see me a bit more on @flamethatprometeusstole because after a break my greek mythology intrest came back and has hit me harder than I expected

Thank you for reading

Have an oswald doodle

#oswald the lucky rabbit #mickey mouse #the thorn prince #The thorn prince funfact tag #Get ready :D #personal #oswald and mickey #rubber hose #Cartoons

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rendoesthedoodle · 5 months

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wip dump. i like posting random bits like this in between full things

first two are the White Raven, one normally and one as an imp. second two are my beloved imp Killi, and last one is a mad scientist dragon <3

#wips #art wips #ocs: killi #ocs: white raven #digital art

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malienessan · 1 year

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I bought this kitschy Christmas wreath and put it on a drawer, waiting to be hung. And I sat down today, glancing at it, thinking it looked like eyes, and, well, my kid thought her beloved Killy Willy needed a new home, I guess. 😱

#christmas wreath #killy willy #he’s banned from kindergarten #too scary apparently #Bella loves him though #😱😱😱

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kays-artstuff · 3 years

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#art #drawing #sorry for the tags #my friends are great #killis is v cool #killis my beloved #killis deserves the world

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fckmini · 2 years

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bruno is what i think human! kili would look like lol

#killi #the hobbit #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal #bruno #lotr #I loved encanto

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im-the-star-and-i-cant-die · 3 years

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ok ich musste gerade den ganzen yandere tilly moment in einem runterlesen und konnte nicht screenshotten aber FUCK YEAH GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHAHAHHHHHH!!!! :-D UND KESTCHEN LEBT!!!! <3 I’M SO HAPPY!!!!!! und aggie ist so verwirrt und sorgt sich um ihren neuen dad und,,,, oh gott ich liebe killy. >:D gute arbeit mein schatzi ♡♡♡♡ hauptsache in der aufgabe stirbt einfach mal eiskalt die hälfte der leute RIP!!!!! agnes musste noch nie so viele grabreden halten;;;; and misi died doing what she always did best: be a bitch and underestimate people ♡

#the inner shadow #willie kann lesen #vom dänischen prinzen 3 #da kann ich heute ja richtig meine pov und verletzungelisten aktualisieren 8DDDD #killy my beloved <3

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styleswithaseaview · 2 years

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killy russo and slaydrian chase my beloveds ❤️

#why do i always find the murderers the most attractive #billy russo #adrian chase

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pinnithin · 2 years

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💌 HELLO

killi my beloved! of course theres the series we choose not to mention which 🤝 all of your opinions are correct. you know how to MAKE clothes which i think is so cool??? corsets?? also rvb?? also did you know that you taught my white ass to rinse rice from a fic you wrote

#I WAS 23 WHEN I LEARNED THAT IM SORRY #youre also the only spn blogger i tolerate on my dash #idk whats going on over there but the angel stuff cool as hell #ANGELS!! anotha one #ask tag

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womenlovingworms · 3 years

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S1 E10,11,12,13 (The mirrorverse episodes)

E10 Despite Yourself

Mirrorverse baby!

I’m glad stamets is alive :-)

Lorca is manipulative and awful

I love the grabber arm on the shuttlepod

Brainwashing... huh

Ash Tyler being like “I’m fine” you are Not

CAPTAIN TILLY

Chief engineer must mean Scottish, right?

“Captain Killy? Not very clever...” thank you saru you are a delight

Tilly looking in the mirror... cinematography

Tyler???

CULBER???

I didn’t see that coming for One Second

Michael does a murder!

“I’m here to protect you, no matter what” I do not trust this declaration especially given the whole you just murdered culber thing

E11 The Wolf Inside

Not gonna lie I liked it when the mirrorverse was just slutty clothes and fun times

Ash & Michael’s relationship got codependent real quick!

Go tilly!!

Science nonsense :))

Sarek???? With an even worse beard???

WHY IS MIRROR SAREK NICER TO MICHAEL THAN NORMAL SAREK

Oh shits gonna go down

Well. Huh.

Stamets NOOO

Hey what the FUCK!

HEY WHAT THE FUCK???

Odds Tyler’s actually dead? Ah there he is

Oh that’s CLEVER

GeorGIOU

E12 Vaulting Ambition

Mindscape and mirror!stamets, a classic Star Trek

Are these guys all played by saru’s actor or am I just bad at faces

The whole clapping thing is creepy

Oh poor michael, this is gonna give her such a complex

DAMN that was a throw

I don’t think it’s even physically possible to throw a badge that hard.

The sound track is trying to tell me that this interrogation scene Dramatic but I’m not so sure it is

Don’t tell her about the ship that’s your one (1) bargaining tool

I’m not so fond of all the torture

I want culber back :-(

Foreshadowing Lorca going rogue... good stuff

Oh YIKES my feelings about him have been justified

What does it all mean what does it MEAN

HOLY FUCK

That wasn’t foreshadowing NEVERMIND

E13 What’s Past Is Prologue

Landry is back!

I HAVE REMEMBERED LORCA’S INTERACTIONS W THE ADMIRAL IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

Minimal but important difference between the two worlds with the mycelial network... heavy handed global warming metaphor... that’s Star Trek BABY

And a heavy handed political allegory, but not done poorly!

“Pippa” gross

THAT’S WHY THEY DIDN’T JUST MAKE SEVERAL SMALL JUMPS

Why would they not simply release the bioweapon where Phillipa is

What is the other discovery doing in the normal universe??

Why would destroying the network kill every life everywhere

That wasn’t all that clever, Gabe

The message of personal need to do the right thing and there is no binding thread beyond our own choices... They’ve got Jews back in the writing room

He abused our idealism but it’s still worth having AAAAAAAHH

“We will not accept a no win scenario”

Tilly 💋

Technononsense my beloved

“I won’t kill you now” but I will mirrorverse comes in clutch!

Georgiou’s back :-)

Nine months?? No more time gaps allowed actually

#that was. an adventure.#head full many thoughts i will be revisiting these episodes at a later date #shout out to caroline for listening to me scream about this in real time #disco liveblog #dsc spoilers

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somethingjustsouthofbrilliance · 4 years

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Too Weak to Fly (chapter 5)

Back to chapter 1

Well... that took forever, sorry about that. I hit a really bad writer’s block and it took a while to get past it. (this chapter might feel a bit rusty because of that, but, hopefully, still palatable)

@cosmic-malarky Thank you again for prodding me! 💖

@swanheart69 @boysinperil @agentlokii

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Chapter 5

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” William Congreve it was who’d coined the phrase back in 1697, the adage that had since been paraphrased and entrenched firmly in the public conscience.

Mr. Congreve had never met Aziraphale.

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Two days.

Two days he sits on that cursed bloodstained mattress, cradling the pale, lifeless vessel that used to contain his best friend, his sole companion for the millennia he spent here on this Earth, his love, his life.

Two days he grieves, keening in anguish and despair until his voice gives out and his throat burns, shredded raw from his screams. And he welcomes that physical pain, insignificant though it is. Clings to it with the fervor of one caught in a tempest of pain emotional that rages within him, clawing at his very essence, leaving wide, bleeding furrows in its wake, reminding him again and again of what he’d lost and how utterly powerless he was to stop that loss from happening. Anathema, bless her soul, tried to console him, pointing out that Crowley isn’t truly dead. He knows that. He knows that, of course, but it doesn’t really matter. Hell had Crowley back in its clutches now, weakened and defenseless without his powers. And, best case scenario, they were going to torture him, horribly, sadistically, until they brought about his complete destruction. Worst case – that torment would last forever, no intermissions, no reprieve of death. Either way they were never going to let him out again. Aziraphale was never again going to see him.

Two days he pleads and bargains and begs of the God that wouldn’t listen to turn back the clock, to give him time, to give them time. Because they had so little time to be truly together, just the two of them, on their own side, free of the restraints of Heaven and Hell that had kept them apart all those years. Because he was just beginning to learn how to let go of the millennia of indoctrination and fear; how to relax into the reality of their new relationship, how to convey to his beloved demon the true depth of the feelings he has repressed for so long… and how to atone to him for all the years of cruel rejections and faint-hearted lies. Because they deserved so much more than these ten short years, and it just wasn’t fair!

And then he gets angry.

It is the kind of anger he’s never felt before. A terrible, blinding fury to match the equally terrible pain that’s ripping him from the inside. It’s powerful, it’s dangerous, and it’s begging to be let out.

It doesn’t matter that it’s already too late and Crowley’s gone. Doesn’t matter that there’s no point in swinging one’s fists (“or brandishing your sword, Angel”, as Crowley himself liked to say) after the fighting’s done. It doesn’t matter, because all he can think about is that little white-walled cottage in South Downs and an enormous pair of black iridescent wings intertwining intimately with his own and the most beautiful golden eyes gleaming warmly at him in the desire-seeped darkness of their bedroom….

That was supposed to be his future, their future. Hell had no right to take it from them. And now? Now they were going to pay for it.

The punishment lifts, as it was supposed to, two days later, when the first hint of the sunrise brushes the night-blackened skies. And he feels like crying as the dizzying, heady rush of power comes flooding back into his essence, because it’s two days too late. He soaks it in nevertheless, welcoming it like an old and dearly missed friend, as it sweeps through him, reclaiming lost ground. He feels almost complete now, the missing part of him slotting perfectly back into its rightful place, filling in the gaping void left by its absence…. Almost.

Almost. Because there’s a Crowley-shaped hole at the very heart of his being, ripped out with a brutal, damaging force that left behind torn, bleeding edges. And it burns. It burns despite the soothing presence of his powers. Burns with all the ferocity of Hellfire.

He clings to that pain. Harnesses it. Lets it further fuel the towering blaze of fury that rages within him, roaring for vengeance. And that dark wrath, that terrifying need for retribution that no proper, God-abiding angel would ever even tolerate in their presence – for the first time in his long, long life Aziraphale is neither scared nor repulsed by it. He welcomes it with open arms.

He hugs Crowley’s body closer, gentle, deliberately, achingly gentle despite the violent storm within him. Presses one final, reverent kiss to the ice-cold brow. Lets himself linger another moment, face buried in the matted flame-red locks, breathing in the fading remnants of his demon’s scent. He should have been faster that day, should have listened to Crowley. Should have protected his demon as Crowley had always protected him. Some Guardian he was…. But then he’d always gone too slow, hadn’t he. Well, no more.

“Forgive me, my love,” he murmurs, voice wrecked with the grit of guilt and tears. “I won’t tarry here much longer.”

And he won’t. There’s nothing for him here. Not anymore. His other half, his only true companion on this Earth was gone, and Aziraphale isn’t planning on spending the rest of eternity here alone. No, his continued existence without Crowley seems to him like a punishment on par with Falling, as blasphemous as that comparison may be. A memory of him finding Crowley in that bar 10 years ago after his unfortunate discorporation at the hands of Mr. Shadwell floats unbidden across his mind: a row of empty wine bottles, the uncharacteristically disheveled, hunched over figure, the broken, devastated look in the dull red-rimmed eyes – the look of a man with nothing left to lose.

He understands it now, he thinks. Because he, too, lost everything that mattered. And now he is going to lose himself, too. But he will take that loss willingly. Along with as many of Hell’s denizens as he can.

He places the body onto the mattress with the same doting, breathless care; runs his fingers down the beloved face, pausing when he reaches his lips, letting his fingertips rest there a moment, trembling lightly against the chapped, ashen skin.

“Goodbye, dear.”

He stands then. Takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he unfurls his wings, feeling his power crackle in the air around him like lightning in the gathering storm.

He spares a quick thought to Anathema and the others, all still asleep in the wee hours of the morning. He won’t be seeing them again, he realizes with a small twinge of regret, and he sends one final blessing their way – a parting gift on his and Crowley’s behalf for everything they’ve done. Their lives will run smooth, their course untroubled.

He extends his right hand, and a familiar sword flames into existence, the handle fitting perfectly into his waiting palm. He wraps his fingers around it, his expression darkening into grim determination, and winks out, leaving a single white feather to float slowly down to the floor.

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He kills the first demon the moment he steps off the escalator. It was some squatty foul-looking thing with a lumpy face and sharp blackened teeth, and it made the mistake of being nearby when Aziraphale in his Avenging Angel mode descended into Hell. He is now a smoldering puddle of goo on spit and filth covered floor.

Aziraphale steps calmly over the demonic remains, spreads his wings out until they almost touch the grimy walls, his Grace flaring out in a wide, blinding circle around him, and walks on, the Flaming Sword held at the ready.

“What in Heaven izzz going on here?” an angry shout buzzes loud over the cacophony of shrieks and the sizzle of destruction that mark his forward progress, and Aziraphale turns toward it like a hound that’s zeroed in on its game.

“Lord Beelzebub,” Aziraphale acknowledges, blue eyes flashing with cold, blazing fury as he thinks back to the messily scrawled signature at the bottom of Crowley’s mildew-mottled missive. “How perfectly fortuitous! I’ve been looking for you.”

He stalks toward them, noting with grim satisfaction the way the Prince of Hell recoils from his advance, scrambling awkwardly to get out of the way until a wall blocks their path. They freeze there, squinting against the blinding light of Aziraphale’s Grace, and the angel can’t resist leaning in closer, lifting the Flaming Sword to press its edge against their scrawny pale neck with deadly, unequivocal intent.

“Whatzzz wrong wizzzz you?” Beelzebub screeches, panic flashing clear in the washed out blue of the demon’s eyes. “Are you mad?”

“I assure you, Lord Beelzebub, I am in perfect control of my faculties.” The sword presses harder, a thin trickle of inky black ichor staining the blade where it bites slightly into the demon’s skin. “Would you like me to demonstrate?”

A snarl twists the normally impassive features, fear tainting the angrily spat out threat, “You will zzzuffer for thizzz, you fool! You won’t leave here alive!”

Aziraphale’s answering smile is a cold, empty thing that has the Prince of Hell shrinking further into the wall, unsettled. “I don’t intend to,” he responds simply, as the pale eyes before him widen in distress. “The one being I cared for in this world is gone, and I mean to follow him. But I would be loath to leave this world…” He leans in further, the stench of smoking skin tickling his nose as the demon before him hisses in genuine alarm, struggling to maintain their crumbling composure in the face of certain destruction. Adds in a low, dangerously calm whisper, “without first smiting those who took him from me.”

“We didn’t take him!” Beelzebub screeches, all pretense of composure gone as Aziraphale swings the sword for the killing blow.

“What?” The sword stops a mere inch away from the demon’s neck, the flames roaring in cheated hunger.

“We were never suppozzzzed to,” the demon hurries on, voice strained with the urgency of panic. “It wazzzz Gabriel’zzzzz idea – to punish you two zzzze same way you tried to trick uzzzz.”

Aziraphale blinks, his mind stuttering numbly on the Prince’s words as a new kind of horror blooms in his chest. “You mean, I would have been dragged down here, and Crowley…”

“To Heaven, yezzz!” Beelzebub buzzes impatiently, trying to twist away from the flames that lick at their skin.

Aziraphale’s hands tremble ever so lightly and he clenches them tighter around the handle of his sword. “I don’t believe you.”

“I can prove it!” An expression of contented sadistic glee flashes briefly in the faded blues. “Zzzey sent uzzz tapezzzz.”

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A/N: Ruh-roh

#there we go #story finally moving forward #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #go #go fanfic #sjsob good omens fics

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shireness-says · 5 years

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If I Could See Your Face Once More (2/6)

Summary: This time, there’s no celebration at Granny’s when the latest crisis has been resolved. Instead, they’re left to deal with the body of Killian Jones. A 5B canon divergence where Killian dies in Camelot, never becoming a Dark One. Rated T for language. Also on AO3. ~3.9K. Chapter 1

A/N: And here’s my second @csmarchmadness contribution! Thanks again to @xemmaloveskillianx for organizing the event, as well as @snidgetsafan for her excellent beta services (and generally being an awesome person).

On top of that, an extra thanks to all of you who read the first part! The fantastic response to this absolutely warms my heart. The next chapter of this will be posted on the 24th, and then after that we’ll get a bit more loosey-goosey. I’m almost done writing this thing, guys - just need to get through half of two chapters!

Tagging: @thejollyroger-writer, @profdanglaisstuff, @captainsjedi, @ultraluckycatnd, @superchocovian, @snowbellewells, @killianjones4ever82, @wellhellotragic. Shoot me a message if you want to be added to the list!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

“I’m about sixteen weeks along,” she tells him, sitting next to him on the master bed, staring at the comforter. He had barely allowed her to clean off the rest of the blood and wrestle him into clean clothes before dragging her down next to him. Bandages and stitches and ice packs can wait. “Second trimester, though barely, but chance of miscarriage goes down substantially so we don’t have to worry about that.”

She’s making it all sound so clinical, like she’s trying not to force him to form emotions about the situation. But… bloody hell, Emma’s expecting. A child. His child. He knows she’s used to people not sticking around, but it’s impossible for him not to fall in love with the little one, now that he knows they exist. It’s hard to put that into words though, so he just slips his arm around her waist and pull her closer into him. “How long have you known?” he asks quietly.

“About two months.” She pauses. “Regina and I found a spell that we thought would send the Camelot folks back – didn’t work, by the way, they’re still hanging around and causing trouble – and I know I wasn’t getting nearly enough sleep but I guess I must not have eaten that day either because I passed out. I can’t really use my magic right now, it turns out, at least not in large doses, or it’ll completely exhaust me; my magic is all tied up with the baby right now, or… something. I don’t fully understand it. Anyway, Regina brought me back around, but insisted I go get checked out at the hospital. They ran some tests, and that’s how I found out about the bean.”

He grins, even if it aggravates his black eye. “The bean?”

She blushes. “Uh… yeah. Well, I felt kinda bad thinking about the kiddo as an it, and ‘little bean’ kinda stuck.”

“Well I think it’s very cute.” Suddenly, the other part of that story sinks in. “So Regina knows?”

Emma nods.

“Who else?”

“Just Regina. I needed a bit of time to come around to the idea, but by the time I was ready to start telling people, Henry was deep into his research and determined to get you back, and I just thought… if I was going to start telling people, if at all possible, I wanted the next person to be you. Thankfully, Henry had found a way down here by the time I started showing, so it’s just been a lot of oversized sweaters for the last two weeks. At least it’s January in Maine, so it doesn’t really look unusual.”

“Are you doing ok? Feeling alright?”

“Yeah, the morning sickness has mostly gone away, though it wasn’t as bad as with Henry. Cravings are starting to kick in. Emotions are all over the place, which has been… fun.”

He smirks into her hair as he presses a kiss to the side of her head. “Thought I saw you tearing up back there, in the cavern.”

“Shut up,” she mumbles back.

“And the little one – the bean’s alright?”

She smiles back at him and pulls his hand over to her stomach and its barely-there bump. “Yeah. The bean’s great. Good strong heartbeat. Can’t feel movement yet, but I should be able to in another few weeks. I’ve got the sonogram picture in my phone, I’ll show it to you later if I find where I set it down.”

After the day he’s had (hell, the weeks and months he’s had), the life-changing information he’s been given, it’s his turn to tear up as he pulls Emma down with him to lay across the bed. “Thank you”, he barely manages to whisper – whether for saving him, for coming for him in the first place, or for this miraculous and unexpected gift, he can’t honestly say, but Emma seems to understand anyways. She nods into his shoulder and snuggles in as close as she can manage with his injuries as they both doze off.

And Killian Jones finds the best sleep he’s ever had in the Victorian house that has never quite been a home until this night.

------

They attempt to tell Emma’s – their family the next morning, but as it turns out, no one is really surprised. Snow had apparently put the pieces together several weeks ago, and true to form, couldn’t resist telling apparently everyone who would listen. Frankly, Killian is shocked that Emma hadn’t realized everyone knew sooner – the town of Storybrooke isn’t known for its subtlety.

(She does grumble out an “I guess that’s why Granny’s been trying to force vegetables down my throat”, much to his amusement.)

Snow is thrilled, Henry excited, and Dave seemingly stuck at something resembling the denial stage of grief (“Oh, he’ll come around,” Snow tries to reassure Killian. “He just doesn’t want to accept that you and Emma… you know.”). In the end, it seems like Liam is the only one caught off guard.

And boy, is he ever off guard.

Killian couldn’t help but notice a weird tension between Emma and his brother when they initially retrieved him, but he originally wrote it off as Liam feeling uncomfortable with finding his place in the strange new family his little brother had collected. That doesn’t seem to be the case though; he damn near sweeps Belle and the lady Snow off their feet with elaborate bows and kisses over their hands, is getting along with Dave just as well as Killian always feared (no, that funny feeling is not jealousy, thank you very much), and seems tickled pink that Henry calls him “Uncle Liam”.

But Emma…

Well, it becomes painfully, capital letter obvious that Liam Jones, beloved brother and friend to all, Does Not Like Emma Swan.

After several uncomfortable days of Emma trying to avoid Liam at all costs, Liam ignoring Swan whenever possible, and Regina developing a habit of viciously glaring at the elder Jones whenever he tries to act friendly towards the former Evil Queen, it all comes to a head when Killian enters the office of his house where both Emma and his brother have found themselves holed up just to find Emma leaving, nearly in tears.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he stops her. “What’s the matter?”

She tries to smile, even if she looks like she might fall apart at any moment. “Nothing to worry about. Just… upset that we haven’t found a way out of here yet.”

Now, Killian may not have his Swan’s lie detector, but she’s enough of an open book that he can see she’s not telling him everything. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yep. Perfectly fine. I’ll be upstairs.” And if her brisk tone wasn’t already enough of a red flag, she practically flees the room like some kind of hellhound is chasing her.

He immediately turns back to Liam, who’s been watching the entire exchange with a look Killian doesn’t want to place. “What have you done?”

Liam sputters and tries to deflect. “Excuse me? Why would you assume I had anything to do with that little display?”

“Well, when the mother of my child comes out of this room after having spent time with you, about to cry, I tend to put two and two together. So what happened?”

“Sure it isn’t just hormones? Pregnant women cry a lot, as I understand.” “Not this one, not where others can see. I’m only going to ask one more time – what the hell did you do?”

Liam sighs, and Killian already knows he isn’t going to like whatever his brother has to say. “Well, Miss Swan asked why I didn’t like her. I simply answered her question.”

“Stop beating around the bush, Liam, what did you tell her to leave her so upset?”

Liam at least has the decency to act hesitant to respond. “I simply told her it wasn’t a personal dislike, she just wasn’t nearly good enough for you. And I struggled to see how she had tricked not only yourself, but your friends into thinking so.”

Killian loves his brother, but were it anyone else saying those vile words, he’d sock them in the face. “Why the hell would you say that?” he shoots back, starting to raise his voice.

“Oh, please, Killy, I’ve been watching the Captain’s log - not to mention, you told me the story yourself. She’s left you for dead to be eaten by a giant, imprisoned you enough times I lost count, seems to have been incredibly cold to you even after you started courting her. Must I justify this?”

“Must I remind you where I was before her? I was living for some twisted idea of vengeance! I was ready to die for that! And she saved me!”

“I have trouble believing you were that bad in the first place, but even if you were, she’s not the saint you seem to think she is. Or have you forgotten she’s a thief?”

“Was a thief. And what of all the things we had to do to survive, Liam, the snatches of food we’d swipe to not starve to death? She’s been abandoned, Liam, never had anyone, had to bite and scratch her way through life and do whatever she had to in order to survive.”

“But some of that was by choice, wasn’t it? How do you even know she won’t give up this child too? Henry filled me in about how she let him go, some nonsense about ‘best chances’. How can you be with a woman who abandoned her son, after what Father did to us?”

That’s the final straw, really. Killian knows his voice is raised far higher that it should be, but he can’t bring himself to care. “Oh, so you heard that whole story then? About how she was in jail because the man she loved set her up for his crime – oh, and that’s not just me saying that, the bastard admitted to it - told me himself. Now, Emma likes to tell people she was eighteen when she had the lad, but I can tell you, when we celebrated her 31st birthday a few months ago, Henry had already been 13 for several weeks. So she was only 17 bloody years old, in jail, chained to a hospital bed in case she tried to stage some wild escape in the middle of labor, I suppose. Hadn’t finished her education, so no chance of securing employment upon her release. No family to take the babe. Never had anyone to selflessly love her, let alone any parents, so didn’t even know where to start with being a mother. But yes, I can see where you might think it was a crock of shit that she gave him up for adoption so he might have his best chance, or at least a damn better chance than she got.”

That outburst, at least, seems to shut Liam up for the moment.

“Now, I’ve got an amazing woman with spectacular trust and abandonment and self-worth issues, who you just told wasn’t possibly good enough for me, waiting upstairs. I trust you can see yourself out.”

He can’t even find it within himself to wait and see if his brother leaves.

------

He finds Emma upstairs in the nursery, appropriately enough, with tears running down her face, and he knows immediately that she’s heard every word.

“I’m sorry I made you fight with your brother,” she whispers.

He shakes his head. “He’s being an arse. I should be the one apologizing to you, for not noticing earlier how he was treating you. And that you had to hear what was just said.”

She pauses, apparently fighting back tears. “I… I know I probably don’t deserve you and how much you love me, and if you decide you’d rather move on with Liam I’ll have to be okay with that, but… I spent three months without you, Killian. And I was miserable. I’d deal if I had to, but I don’t ever want to go through that again.”

Killian pulls her to him with those words, closer than he ever thought possible, to try and make his words have the greatest impact. “Oh love, I’ll never leave you again if I can possibly help it.”

(He only hopes that’s a promise he can finally keep.)

------

Regina decides the next day that he’s healed enough to attempt to split Emma’s heart. It warrants a lot of protesting on his part, worries not only about Emma’s safety but the bean’s too, but Emma’s sheer confidence that this will work finally wins him over. After all, when that means she believes them to be true love, who is he to argue?

So he lets Regina reach into Emma’s chest, all for him, only for her to be blasted back.

It’s not going to work.

------

Of course, it’s not simply a matter of them not being True Love – the verdict is still out on that – it’s something far worse. It’s, instead, a matter of Hades carving Emma’s and Regina’s and Snow’s names onto headstones, trapping them in the Underworld and getting his revenge for their steady work of sending souls to a better place (because of course this group of heroes has been up to their old redemptive tricks, even down here).

However, the Charmings have never been accused of being quitters, and a new plan is concocted quickly. Henry already has the pen in his possession, thanks to the machinations of the house; there’s no reason there shouldn’t be a storybook down here too, and if they can find it, perhaps Henry can use his author powers to write them a way out of the Underworld. Even Liam admits that the plan has merit, citing rumors circulating of a book with the power to defeat Hades, once and for all.

Killian can’t help but feel guilty about the whole thing. After all, none of them would be here, now cursed to remain so, if they hadn’t come to rescue him - hell, if he hadn’t gotten in the way of Arthur’s sword in the first place.

“This is all my fault,” he laments to Emma. “You should never have come after me. You shouldn’t be here.”

“Hey, none of that,” Emma tries to soothe. “You’re not the one responsible for our names. Hades did that. And we all came of our own choice, even Henry. Especially Henry. You know that. He threatened to find his own way here if we didn’t take him with us.”

“That doesn’t erase the fact that you’re here - that you, and Henry, and the baby, and all the rest of our family are in danger, all because you’re trying to save me. That doesn’t keep it from lying heavy on my conscience.”

“Would you do the same thing for us?”

Killian stares at her like she’s grown a second head. What kind of absurd question is that? “Would I — of course I would, Emma. In a heartbeat.”

“Okay, well, that’s exactly what we’re doing here.” Emma softens suddenly, reaching up to smooth a gentle hand along his cheek. “I know you think you’re the most expendable, Killian, but not to us. We’re here because we don’t want to experience life without you any longer, and at a certain point you’re going to have to loosen your grip on the wheel and accept it, Captain. None of this is your fault.”

The doubt and guilt still niggle at the back of Killian’s mind, but it’s so much more pleasant to embrace Emma’s words instead, so he gives into the temptation and drops a gentle kiss of silent thanks on her lips.

Apart from all that, Liam has been acting distant all day, and on a certain level, Killian understands. He and Liam were never the type of brothers to fight much, circumstances bringing them much closer than most. He’s uncomfortable too, through the sharp anger he still feels, and doesn’t relish being around Liam right now either. But when he joins the rest of the group at the sorcerer’s mansion after checking on the bar, Liam is acting even stranger. Killian can’t help but wonder what’s happened, or if his brother is just feeling guilty about the things he said about Emma, but there’s no time to address the issue right now. The mansion is positively filled with books, and each one must be checked to make sure it’s not what they’re looking for.

He gets truly suspicious when Liam, of all people, finds the book, only for Henry to discover that it’s missing crucial pages. As Liam excuses himself, supposedly to continue the search, Killian follows him, only to discover Liam tossing something that looks suspiciously like paper into a well.

Before Killian can even muster up an accusation, Liam turns around with an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Killian, but I promise this is necessary.”

And then everything goes black.

------

He comes to, propped against the stone wall of a cave, with Liam watching over him. Killian forces himself back to his feet as soon as he’s fully awake, determined to find a way out.

“What the hell Liam? What did you do with the pages, and what the hell are we doing here?”

“I had to, Killian!” Liam protests. “It was the only way.”

“The only way for what?”

The look on Liam’s face now is undeniably panic, as he starts pacing back and forth.

“I made a deal with Hades.”

“You did what?”

“It was the only way, Killian! He’s locking things down here, not letting anyone move on. If I got rid of the pages, he’d let us move on, no opposition.”

If Killian was angry before, he’s furious now. “I don’t want to go, Liam! I thought I made that clear, did it not sink into that thick skull?”

“Killian, please, this is for the best. I’m just looking out for you.”

He loves Liam, but it’s like centuries of frustration boil over in a moment. “You’re always telling me what’s best for me, Liam, don’t I get a say in my own life? I managed nearly three hundred years without you, and you still don’t trust me to make my own decisions. You’ve never really trusted me though, have you? I’m sure I gave you reasons not to over the years, with the drinking and the gambling and generally being the younger brother, but Gods, Liam, it still hurts that you trusted your bloody monarch over your own brother, and died because of it. I am begging you – believe me, just this once, when I say that I know what is best for me. Even if their wild plans don’t succeed, I will do anything to spend longer with Emma and Henry and my child. And that’s what’s best for me right now.”

It hurts, walking away from his brother in a rage for the second time in as many days. Killian only hopes Liam doesn’t choose this moment to cross over, leaving him in anger and without any resolution. But on this matter, Killian has to draw a line in the sand. It’s time he stops viewing Liam as a god-like figure who can do no wrong, stop letting Liam control his life and his shadow guilt Killian even from beyond the grave.

He’s got a family to get back to.

------

When he finds Emma again, back at their house, she’s in a full-scale panic that Hades had imprisoned him again, or worse, that he had left for the Great Beyond without saying goodbye. Killian can feel her physically relax as he gathers her in his arms, planting a kiss on her forehead and murmuring “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

Liam slinks back some hours later, apologies on his lips, as if that will make it all better. Unfortunately for him, Killian’s not yet ready to talk, to forgive. That will come later; he still loves his brother unconditionally, but it’s stopped being a blind love, one in which he refuses to see any flaws, and has turned into something more painful, if ultimately more healthy: seeing his brother as a human being that makes mistakes, rather than some god on a pedestal.

Liam is less understanding about the matter, resulting in something of a spat between the two brothers, the elder Jones seemingly not understanding that this issue isn’t something to be glossed over and easily resolved.

“I already apologized, Killian,” he snaps. “What more do you want from me?”

“I don’t know,” Killian replies quietly, calmly, coldly. “But right now, I just want you to leave.”

It’s easily the harshest fight they’ve ever had, and Liam leaves without another word, stalking to the front door and all but slamming it. Killian isn’t comfortable with the way they’re leaving things, per se, but he’s not ready to just let bygones be bygones either, so this is perhaps the best he can hope for.

Killian may have displayed his anger earlier, but it’s later that night, in bed with Emma, that he finally lets the sorrow and disappointment reign.

“I don’t understand,” he laments, head resting just below her breasts. “How could he do that? How could he even think it?

“I don’t know, babe,” Emma soothes as best she can. Her hand slips through his hair, scratching along his scalp and calming Killian more than her words do.

“He was always my hero, you know?” He says. “Liam always knew best, was always so sure of himself, always in charge, and I accepted that. He’s my brother. But gods, it’s been almost three hundred years. I’ve learned what’s best for me, how to make my own decisions. I’ve been grateful to have this extra time with him, but… Gods above, how could he think that abandoning any hope of resurrection, abandoning you and Henry and the babe, could be what was best for me? What happened to him?”

“He’s been down here a really long time. Who knows what that can do to a person. But maybe,” she suggests gently, “maybe you’ve just grown up. So to speak. I know Liam is your hero, but he’s also just a man. Which usually means he’s not as perfect as you remember. Maybe… maybe after everything you’ve been through since you last saw him , you’ve both changed. Now it’s easier to see him without the haze. Rose colored glasses? Is that the term?”

Killian manages a watery chuckle against her stomach before stretching up to drop a kiss on the underside of Emma’s jaw. “Aye, that’s the term. You’re probably right,” he admits as he curls back around her side, stretching his arm across her abdomen where their little one grows.

“I’m sorry you had to take them off,” Emma whispers into the darkness.

Killian swallows heavily, forcing the fresh emotion back down. “So am I.”

He’s still here, Killian reminds himself as he holds Emma closer within his arms. Despite it all, he’s still here, and he has no intention of letting go.

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Shawn Mendes Leads 2019 Juno Awards Nominations

1/29/2019 by Karen Bliss

A foot of snow that blanketed Toronto and caused havoc on roads overnight did not delay the Canadian Academy of Recordings Arts and Sciences (CARAS) from announcing the nominees for the 48th Juno Awards, March 16 and 17, nor the unexpected host of the televised show, Sarah McLachlan, from showing up.

"It took me about 12 hours to get here from Vancouver yesterday and I got into Toronto and almost every single flight was canceled so I feel very, very lucky," McLachlan told the members of the industry and media assembled at CBC headquarters in downtown Toronto, and those watching the live stream.

The two-hour Junos will air on CBC, March 17, from Budweiser Gardens in London, Ontario, about two hours from Toronto.

"I was extremely honored to be asked to host the Junos. I was excited; I was terrified. It's something that's well outside of my comfort zone, so I thought ‘I have to tackle this.’ I think it's going to be a whole lot of fun," McLachlan added.

The nominees were announced over two videos that went through each of the 42 categories from pop to jazz to producer to classical.

Shawn Mendes led the pack with a total of six — fan choice, single, album, artist, songwriter, and pop album, and just one behind is fellow Torontonian The Weeknd, up against Mendes in four of the categories, fan choice, single, album, and artist, plus R&B/Soul Recording which he’s won four previous times.

First time nominees with four a piece are singer bülow (who has a Canadian smash with her single “Not A Love Song”) for fan choice, single, breakthrough artist and pop album and London locals Loud Luxury (which has a big hit with “Body”) also up for fan choice, single, breakthrough group, and dance recording.

The awards are spread out over two nights, the majority given out at a private gala dinner on the Saturday night (March 16), this year at the London Convention Centre. But the televised awards, which is performer-heavy usually with less than 10 awards, is the coveted of the two.

Previously announced were the three big awards. “Sunglasses At Night” singer-songwriter Corey Hart will be inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame; producer David Foster will receive the Humanitarian Award and the recipient of The Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, honoring a member of the Canadian music industry, is broadcast veteran Duff Roman.

All categories are for Canadian artists, except International Album of the Year, which this year pits Camila Cabello’s Camila; Cardi B’s Invasion of Privacy; Maroon 5’s Red Pill Blues; Post Malone’s beerbongs & bentleys; and Travis Scott’s ASTROWORLD.

All awards are voted on by CARAS members except for fan choice, for which the public get to vote (junofanchoice.ca) for Alessia Cara, bülow, Elijah Woods x Jamie Fine, KILLY, Loud Luxury, NAV, Shawn Mendes, The Weeknd, or Tory Lanez.

Previously announced were the three big awards. “Sunglasses At Night” singer-songwriter Corey Hart will be inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame; producer David Foster will receive the Humanitarian Award; and the recipient of The Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, honoring a member of the Canadian music industry, is broadcast veteran Duff Roman.

Only three performers on the televised show have been revealed to date: Corey Hart, who apparently hasn’t performed live on TV in 20 years; Loud Luxury; and bülow.

Over almost 50 years in Juno history, hosts have included Paul Anka, Burton Cummins, Paul Shaffer, Anne Murray, Barenaked Ladies, Jann Arden, Nelly Furtado, Bryan Adams, Shania Twain, Michael Buble, Drake and Alanis Morissette. Before she came out on stage, CARAS president Allan Reid recounted how he was attending Canada’s Walk of Fame and chatting with "a very familiar face in the room" and thought to himself that they've never hosted the Junos.

“Now they're one of Canada's most beloved artists. They're charming, they're smart, they're humble, and they're funny," Reid said. "They're a 12-time Juno award winner and they've received every honor that CARAS can bestow on an artist — our humanitarian award, the international achievement award, and she gave one of the most inspiring speeches at the Ottawa Junos when was inducted into Canadian Music Hall of Fame. So we asked her and she said, 'What took you so long?' She actually, she said, 'Yes.'"

The 48th annual Juno Awards broadcast will air live across Canada on CBC, CBC Radio and globally on CBCMusic.ca/junos

The award ceremonies are part of Juno Week (March 11-17) which includes the JunoCup, musicians vs ex NHLers , a hockey game with proceeds to MusiCounts, CARAS’ music education charity (March 15), followed by the Juno Cup Jam; Juno Songwriters’ Circle hosted by Alan Doyle (March 17); JunoFest (March 15-16 in the local venues), and usually fan fare (autograph sessions in one location with some of the nominees) which has not been announced yet.

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