#over what John siad

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Nightwing why are you warring a cape? Well for the baby of course! Dcxdp

This takes place in the same universe as my fic Mother of the storm and her star child.

A few years have passed and Danny is completely settled in and moved to bulhaven with dick. Eventually around the time he’s Turing 9 he insists that he wants to go out at night with dick. Dick is hesitant but Danny insist, pointing out how his abilities would make him the perfect recon detective. Dick can no longer argue when Danny beats both Damian and Cass the first day of training and he is out out in the field.

Danny hose out in his ghost form and picks the name phantom because it feels right and now nightwing patrols with a bird if his very own for the first time in a while. Danny is very good on patrols, he sticks close to dick often clinging to him and hiding behind him when dick is interacting with people. He’ll often turn invisible but it still doesn’t fell like enough to dick. He quickly released that he missed the cape and the layer of securing it added when Damien was his Robin.

So nightwing starts wearing a cape, and the people of his city starts coming up with all sorts of theories for the sudden change. The range from him practicing because he’s taking over the cowl to him hiding new gadgets. Very few have seen Danny and those who have are often not believed because, “nightwing had glowing eyes under his cape!” Is not very believable.

He doesn’t wear the cape all the time just when he has Danny, the cape is long the outside is black but the inside has a blue and black feather design so it looks like wings when he glides. It has a feature where it retracts in to a role on his back when he need more freedom of movement. And I’m addition to the cape he now has an extra loop hanging form his belt for Danny to grab on to as the hop rooftops. (Danny can will him self to weigh nothing so dick tends to pull him along as he floats any way)

As the news of dicks sudden costume adjustment is circulating he has to come to the watchtower with B for a mission. Danny tags along hiding in his cape like all the Robin had before him with Bruce. Meanwhile Bruce is totally not going all mushy over his grandson he is totally normal about this. All of the Leagers keep giving dick looks.

Until flash finally ask

Wally: so um nightwing what’s with the cape? I thought you hated them?

Dick*with a bright smile across his face*: it’s for my shadow!

Wally: your shadow? How is a cape ganna hide your shadow.

Dick: no not my actual shadow it’s to hide my bird.

Diana: your bird?

*Dick flares one side of the cape revealing the feathered pattern underneath but nothing else is visible hidden under the cape*

Wally: I don’t se-

Dick: whistles like a bird call

Danny slowly fading in to view giving the league a small wave as he scrambles to hide behind dicks legs: Hello

Hal: really Bruce another one!?

Dick Smiling at the small boy in his cape before closing it : nope this one’s all mine!

Meanwhile John Constantine who is present for this mission is freaked the fuck out. Because that kid with the flowing white hair and glowing freckles is definitely not human. And worse than that from what he can sense it’s pretty darn powerful to. He watches as all of his coworkers are working to get the boy out from hiding cooing over him.

Clark: he’s looking a lot better nightwing

Wally: Waite you already new about him?

Clark: yes the boy is nightwings child I’m guessing he only is just now joining the team

Diana: what’s your name little one?

Danny poking his head out of the cape: phantom my name is phantom

Fuck why was that name familiar? Oh shit that’s right John had heard rumors of the new ghost king and a prince milling around the infinite realms this must be the little ghost prince. How the fuck did dick end up with him? Waite sups said that was dicks kid, hold did dick?

John: ha Oh my god! You crazy fucker you fucked the ghosts king!

#danny phantom #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #dp #phandom #ghost king danny #i write some times #dpxdc #ms&sc #dc x dp prompt #you can use it as one I don’t care #this will not be continued so feel free to steal the idea #I just want Danny to hide under his papas cape #dick is very confused #over what John siad #and now the league is side eyeing him #Wally ask Danny who his mom is and he just says ‘dead’ #this dose not help dick trying to explain he did not fuck the god of the dead #eventually they ask Danny if he knows who the king is #and he just says ‘Yhea me!’ and the crown of fire just appears over his head #he smiles and shows of his little baby fangs #John is having a melt down #the league just thinks it makes him even cuter #Danny explains he’s only a prince now until he’s big enough #John has to explain that actually makes a lot of sense because the realms have been running them self for years #The whole team is now having a crisis because they realize that means Danny has died #Danny is surprisingly nonchalant about it #he turns human to show them he’s fine #Batman is desperately trying to get everyone back on track so they can get to the mission

[naoa-ao3]

What We Don't Do

Ravenscar had a new nurse.

A reasonably young and attractive, blond woman named Paula Gibb who by all acounts was utterly normal.

Paula thought she could do some real good at Ravenscar but on her first day she thought the place looked more like a prison than anything else.

The staff however were friendly and showed her around, the other nurses helping her familiarize with the place and the orderlies aparently friendly and willing to lend a hand.

She though that it wasn't so bad and a few a few days supposed that places like this were why she had become a nurse. Underfunding didn't mean they had to have a bad staff.

She wanted to make them better and so she was kind, she was kind to her patients and the other nurses and smoked with them on her break and gossipped and listened to them talk about their families.

She showed them pictures of her children, Nancy aged three and Brian at two. They were the best things she had in life.

They said she had beautiful children and she thought that she was finally off to a good start.

That was all until she met John Constantine.

Her first time meeting him was when she heard nurse Hull calling for assitance from down the hall.

She rushed to the door the woman was standing in and looked past her at a young man who had pressed himself against the far wall.

He looked absolutely distraught and his wide blue eyes searched past them for some kind of escape.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Nurse Hull glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "He won't cooperate." She said. "I need him to take his pill."

The young man shook his head, mouth clamped firmly shut but Nurse Hull didn't look too upset by it.

She put her hand on her hip and snorted. "You know the drill John, take the pills yourself or I'll have Eddie force them down your throat."

Paula thought that a bit harsh and watched as the man drew in on himself glaring hatefully at them. "You keep him away from me!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

Nurse Hull just shurgged. "Your choice, John. You know how this goes and it never goes in your favor. Just take the pills so they can throw you back out of here. You'll be back soon enough anyway."

He twitched and looked at Paula who tried to give the man a sympathetic look, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Nothing. He looked away.

"I'm calling Eddie." Nurse Hull said.

The man gave her a venemous look.

Nurse Hull paged the orderlies and looked at John, unimpressed. "You bite him again and he's going to hurt you." She siad.

He sniffed and Paula didn't know what to make of it. "Surly there's another way-?" She asked.

Nurse Hull sighed again. "Not with this one, dear."

She looked into the little room where the man had pressed himself into a corner and was muttering very quickly to himself, hands over his head. She felt pity for him but here came Eddie FitzRoy, whisteling merrily.

"Alright, Kathy?" He asked, looking at Nurse Hull and cracking a grin at Paula. "Our John giving you some problems."

Nurse Hull held out the little cup with the pills in it. "He won't take them again." She said. "Won't let me get near him. You need Frasier down here too?"

Eddie whistled. "Nah, I don't think so." He said. "What do you think Johnny? Think I should get Bill down here?"

Paula watched as the man in the cell shook his head, wide eyed and stilled.

"Ah, I didn't think so." Eddie said, smirking a little as he advanced on the other man.

The patient pushed himself against the wall and Paula saw him actually begin to shake a little as Eddie pressed an arm against his chest and drew close, pinning him.

"You gonna take these pills Johnny boy, or am I going to have to push them down your gullet for you?"

The man trembled hard and turned his head to the side but Paula saw Eddie increase the pressure he was putting on him, saw his chest take the impact and his back strain against the wall.

Just take them! She thought, watching in horror.

"It's alright, Paula." Nurse Hull said, putting a hand on her arm. "Eddie knows what he's doing and John. . . well I guess you don't know about John here."

"Got you, you little bastard! Swallow it or I swear you'll be drinking your own piss for the next week!"

She looked back and saw Eddie forcing something down the patient's throat and massaging it down while the other man struggled and choked.

"God he's hurting him!" She cried.

Nurse Hull looked back, clearly unmoved and sighed. "It's alright, dear." She said. "It's only John."

"Only John?" She asked.

The other nurse nodded. "It's only John." SHe whispered as Eddie threw the man to the floor and stepped back.

They watched the patient curl in on himself and Paula thought she would be sick. There had to have been an easier way!

Eddie came out wiping his hands. "Nasty little bastard." He said.

"Thank you, Eddie." Nurse Hull said reprovingly, putting an arm around Paula. "Come on dear, I'll fix you up a cuppa. You look like you need it and I'll tell you about our John."

She nodded numbly and let Nurse Hull lead her to the break room and fix her some of the hospital's poor excuse for tea.

She tookthe mug with trembeling hands and looked at her in worry. "What was that all about? I haven't seen anyone treated like that since I got here." She said.

Nurse Hull sighed and sat opposite her, stirring her tea. "John's a special case." She said. "He's been in and out the past few years. . . personally I wish they would just lock him up."

Paula looked up, still feeling shaken. "Lock him up?" She repeated, making Nurse Hull shivver a little and nod.

"He's a murderer, love." Nurse Hull said, sounding sad. "Killed a little girl up in Newcastle. . . police never even found all of her. Poor dear. . . only twelve years old too."

She felt even more rattled to hear this. "I had no idea." She whispered, clutching her mug ever harder.

She thought of the man's scared, blue eyes and the way he had trembled when Eddie had pinned him to the wall. He had killed someone? A little girl.

Christ he wasn't even that old himself!

"Don't beat yourself up, Paula. I think it's good that you want to help people. Just don't waste your time on people like him."

She nodded. "Alright."

"Are you working late?" Nurse Hull asked, changing the subject and lightening the tone.

She nodded, shaking her head a little to clear the dark thoughts out. There was a child killer in the building and now she knew it.

"Oh, I've gone and frightened you. Darling, look he's locked up and if he ever gives you any trouble, Eddie wiill straighten him out." The other woman said, softening her voice.

She nodded again, not knowing how to feel about that. "I'll be okay." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She was being silly. The man was locked up and she wouldn't be in any danger.

Nurse Hull smiled kindly. "Of course you will." She said. "Eddie's here."

She nodded and forced a smile, wanting to change the subject and they talked aimlessly for a little while. Paula wasn't thinking about the patient or she at least was trying very hard not to and when Nurse Hull suggested they get back to work she felt emense relief.

She spent the next few hours, helping the other nurses and continuing to find her footing and tried to keep her mind away from the blond man down the hall and what he had done.

Ravenscar could have used a little updating but she supposed funding was always an issue and they were doing the best they could.

She distracted herself with work and checked her watched every few hours.

7:00 P.M.

8:00 P.M.

She said good night to Nurse Hull and watched her leave for home.

9:00 P.M.

She was off at 11:00.

At 10:13 she heard a commotion down the hall from the nurses' station and stopped looking at her charts.

The hospital had been quiet for a few minutes now and almost all of the patients were in bed.

She heard a noise again and put down her charts and pen. Someone's door was open down the hall.

She grabbed her sweater and pulled it close, shoes echoing lightly around her.

It was the killer's room that was open and she hurried to it, hoping the noise meant he was still inside.

Had Nurse Hull not locked it properly earlier?

She stepped to the door and stopped.

Eddie the orderly was inside along with Bill Frasier, Kevin Dunlap and Mitchelle Gordon, all ordierlies she had gotten on with fairly well. She looked around at them until her eyes found the patient on the floor.

He was curling in on himself, arms wrapped protectively around his ribs but there was blood. . . he'd been kicked in the face or something and her hands flew to her mouth in horror. "Eddie!" She squeaked. "What are you doing?"

The man. . . his name was John. . . John Constantine. . . opened blue eyes and looked at her in almost confusion.

Eddie was quick to her side however and covered her eyes, pulling her away in his arms. "Don't look at it, Paula. It's not pretty."

She pried him off. "Eddie! What are you doing in there!"

She heard the sound of boot hitting man and a yelp and she tried to take a step towards the door.

He put an arm out to stop her.

"Eddie!" She cried, voice cracking a little.

"It's not a bad thing we do." Eddie said, jaw tight. "Kathy told you what he's done. . . he murdered a little girl, Paula. That doesn't just go away. . ."

"You're hurting him!" She said, voice more shrill than she had intended.

"Yeah and he hurt a little girl. . . they don't even know what he did to her. . . what he did before he killed her. . ." His face twisted a little. "You got a little girl, don't you? You showed us all the picture the other day. Are you gonna tell me that if someone did to your little girl what that man did to some other woman's little girl, that you wouldn't want this?"

She blinked and felt tears free themselves down her cheeks. "Eddie. . ." Her voice was shaking. It was so weak. Why was it so weak?

"He killed a kid, Paula. The police haven't done shit. He murdered a little girl and no one's done shit!"

She shook a little but he put a hand on her arm, steadying her but as he looke din her eyes she heard a another cry from inside the room and trie dto peer past him.

Eddie blocked her view. "Don't Paula." He asid.

"Are you going to kill him?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Can't do that, there'd be questions but we can make him regret what he did."

She shuddered and clasped her hands to her chest.

"Sometimes, doing the right thing doesn't feel right." He asid. "But there's gotta be justice. You can't kill kids and get away with it."

She nodded and he gave her a kind look. "Why don't you go home early, I don't think anyone would mind. We'll handle old Johnny here."

As if on cue she heard a thud and a yelp and knew then that she didn't want to see what they were doing to him. She didn't want to see justice.

"You're a good one, Paula." Eddie said."Go home, kiss your daughter."

She nodded again, feeling weak and turned away, letting whatever was happening happen. It wasn't justice. It was something else but she would let it happen and just like that she felt is if she had lost a piece of herself.

She went and got her purse, images of her own daughter and of other little girls. . . little girls she'd never met danced in her head. Little girls that disappeared and girls no one ever saw again. . .

They looked like her daughter.

She thought of the blond man and the blood on the floor.

She thought of little girls that disappeared and of the mothers left behind, mothers without children. . . without daughters. . .

To be a mother without their child. . . she steeled her mind as she drove home, driving a little fast and a little recklessly.

She kissed her children when she got home and put in her resignation the next day. She didn't think she could work there any more.

She thought that even if she hadn't done anything. . . sometimes it was what you didn't do that was all the worse.

#hellblazer #fanfic #fanfiction #john constantine #comics #angst #hurt no comort #abuse of authority #john has a bad time #ravenscar #mental hospital #physical abuse #one shot #oc character #no romance #just a bad time for john #not sure but this might have been my first hellblazer fic #possibly #or second #i didn't post them to ao3 in order of writing #i posted what i felt confident enough to post first #an early one for sure

[sporadicarbitergardener]

October 4, 2023

Today I woke up around 11:24 am . Nothing in mind particuraly came out.

My mindset last night could not stop feeling the way it was feeling because memories were swarming as well. Also got a werid old Land lord that use to date Jenifur Haynes and I use to date her son . HEr son lived at the Landlords actually house and now that man is harrasing my own blood family members because he is nosey can't mind his business and is looking for people to harras becasue even n May of this year when we all sat by the pool even his apartmnet tenants actually saved my fathers data as well because well. Everyone started noticing that John Durio was being werid as well. He even told me to go sell my body to pay him "rent". Because he doesn't actually understand the real danages behind porsitution either and that is a field of work I can never actually get into because right now even from a dsitance I can see that he is harrasing people I know and also talking to peope he has no business tl;aking to becasue John Durio never really knew how to mind his business because in a werid way he has love in his heart for me and hmy daughter but he even looked me in my face and said that "it's strictly business." Not understanding that one. you don't harass a girls family or get involve yourself into someting that has nothing to do with you because its werid , looks scary and no actuall telling on what kind of mind set this man really has because he even took a type C wire withthe end piece ofr an Iphone, the kind you can actually because he was stealing data information he has no business stealing and giving out to other becasue its a violation of privacy rights and also its signs of a possible demented sick mind frame of a man because the way he processed everything . His traits showed "family" ways of things but he is even taking advantage of his tenants feelings as well . Jen jen haynes also had a camera added to her apartment beause no tellling what kind of shit was said even behind my back because on some honesty that man could't eever mind his own business instead he took my child placed her witrh her father whwenhe had no business doing so , Not really sure how to feel about anything because most likely even my ex boyfriends daughter I use to watch most likely is going through the shit as well. When she use to come up to me at 4500 Lefkoe when I use to pay rent and live there one time baby sitti g in July while ttrying to figure out why why she walkied up to me sayng that " I want to go see jesus". Ananlyzing the words that came out of her mouth and having past experience with the same issues from April 22, 2018 I can tell she sees the same fighting I saw because welll shes hurt. When she came to me and siad that it wasn't my palce to aslk questions because at her "home"> Her momma is doing the best she can a well because she knows how it feels to be beaten as well. I told her to remember jesus Mrecy becasue this year feels like its the time to attack and over tax and even get back at women and use their data for profit and use them against ppeople that is having hard times in life because some time people judgge the worth or the rights of mother by even how they look and that is a sick and scary way of things on how they are going on about the shit because I feel fooled to ever thing I was doing the right thing by letting her father see her outside the court room because I felt like I could trust him becasue back in the day we made a promise. To never let our daughter feel what we been through or to attack the other parent for their mistakes. THat is also why I am missing court because even in January of this year of 2023 at the Dickeys in Harrahan he was bringing pills with him with a mutual friend of ours and kept trying to feed them to me because he knew something wasn't right on the other side as well. He was also trying to help me keep my mouth shut

[karlursoart77]

So it another great night people I think i have problem with everyone but its just a few individuals when it came to biuness as a artist and as some who wants to see the people and arts and biuness I dont plan on burning all of my bridges it's not lie that where iusses with tequannas and the are some difraces I have with john noekle and some of his co but trying to be professional about it when go to open minds and ect and has and is a over all test of faithi enjoy the open mic nights and alot of the artist in them and allthough I dont to fully get to involved with actual iusses especially cultual iusses that has conflictaons to them I dont hate or dislike the people behind them in fact they where nice enough to by 20$ worth of my 5$ paintings tonight that they would like to use for there presentation and they where asking me if I could make a cultual painting about wemon I told I wasnt shure but I will see what I can do I actually have a painting for BLM and it features all the names of those who been killed at the hands of the police I might give them that if there interested and even frame it they will be the future artist for next open mic night for black history month If I was smart I would read my BLM poem in February for that open mic night event what read tonight was pre planned but there been some differences in people supporting me and my worth thus the differences with artist especially some of more heavy loyalist to john noekle as there are differences there as I was told out of the blue becuse I was speaking my mind and people i guess where concerned that the cops where have siad to have been notified and contacted some people for emergencys with my mental health asking if I was ok and it hugh let disappoint and even a bit triggering to me to hear that so I am one France with some biuness down town but with every artist and I want too keep that by still being as professional as possible despite are differences but below are some of the artist and ect from this months open mic at trinity church last month was a good time and this month too and I am looking forward to next month hoping I can still go and part take when the time comes (at Torrington, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAFTlRuxr0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fanfic-writing-addic]

“I don’t know how I feel about this” I hear Carson say as we get closer to the Stargate

“Don’t worry if for some reason it won’t remitlixe us there safe garda to shut down the gate” I tell him

“If they fail” he asks

“Then it will be a quick and painless death” i say as I walk up front to join the front lines aka the soilders

“What are you doing here” I hear someone ask

“I’m the most powerful being alive you’ll want me on the front line” I say he sighs then soon we go through once we clear everything the pilot calls a hand full of us over to help him find new planets

As we start walking around on the unknown planet he says “my name is cornal john shepherd by the way”

“Jo” I respond he nods his head and we countine walking tell we see some kids

“What did I tell you abou-“ the man stops as he looks up at then says “Jo”

“Darin” I respond running towards him then I hug him as tight as I can without hurting him

“You to know each other”shepherd asks confused

“He’s my brother”I say with out pulling away from the hug

“Ok you’re now crushing me sis I can’t breath” he says gasping for air

“Sorry” I say

“Come on I’ll show you to the sedilment I’m sure teyla will like to meet all of you” he says we follow him he stops out side a tent and says “only three people can come in it’s very small”

“Alright jo ford you’re with me” shepherd says we follow my brother into the tent it’s small like he siad

“Hi I am teyla emogen leader of the asosions” a women says in a maroon dress derin keeps looking at her

“I’m sorry am I missing something” I ask

She tilts her head then says “I am sorry”

“No I didn’t mean you just that if I didn’t know any better I’d say my brother here is dating you”

His face turns bright red and he says “caught me”

“Ok now that’s done I’m cornal john shepherd” then he points to ford and says “this is lt adian ford” then points to me and says “this is jo”

“Nice to meet all of you Jo I’ve heard a lot about you would you all like to have our evening tea with us” she says

“That sounds good” shepherd says with a flirty look on his face

“It’s good to meet you to” I say in a calm voice

“Corneal what do you say we talk about our to people” she asks

“Sure” he responds then they both leave the tent

“So how did you end up here” i ask

“I’m not sure I just sort of work up here one day” he says

We both hear screaming he takes my arm and says “run” so we do when we get out it looks like a war zone every thing on fire people running or getting sucked up in beams of light that’s when I see them all white no face taking the life out of some one I let the glow light out of my hand and fry him instantly

“Get back to the gate every one come on” I hear shepherd yell

“Come on derin” I say dragging him to the gate

“The-“ he says

I interpret him “I don’t care I’ll do what I can to make sure she comes home alright but I’m not losing you again” he sighs then gives in and heads in with the rest of the people

“Shepherd what the h*ll is this” weir asks as we get through the gate

“These people need a place to stay” shepherd says somehow calmly

“And we’re under water” she says shepherd storms off and head to weirs office

“Well that went well” Darin says in my ear before walking off

Sometime later

Soon we go to the wrath lab got our people out then started a war with a least a thousand wrath so yeah I also got shot in the back but the others don’t know about that nor do they need to know right now I’m laying in my bathtub water full force sounds weird but it helps me think my eyes keep getting heavier and heavier I try to move but I’m parlize oh well I guess drawning in your sleep isn’t that bad I fight sleep but in the end I fail

When I wake up I’m in the infermry Carson walks over to check the monitors “what happened” I ask

His eyes get big as he walks over to me “you were shot in the back with some sort of wrath poison if you wasn’t half human half ancient you would have been dead you should have told someone”

“Old habits die hard” I say with a cold smile

“I don’t know much about your past but I know you’re safe here no one will hurt you” he says I give him a weak smile I hope he’s right

He smiles back and I turn around towards him taking in his back and his white doctors coat and his messy black hair that makes it look like he hasn’t slept in days probably hasn’t “hay Carson” I say he turns around and I continue “thanks”

He smiles then says “I forgot to tell you you’ve been asleep for 2 days derin hasn’t left your side but to get coffee”

I chuckle “sounds like him he’s always been more worried about me then he should” he smiles at me again then he walks off I feel my heart beat calm and all of my muscles relax and I don’t think it had to do with the fact that I don’t necessarily like people or that most of them I don’t trust I mean he’s attractive his voice is kind his smile warms me up inside ok fine I’ll admit I might have a small crush on him but if you tell Darin I’ll find you and kill you without hesitation

#stargate atlantis #fanfic #chapter two #here we go #here we go chapter 2 #mine #text

[jeyramarie]

Spy games- Pogues x OC

summary: friendships are put to the test when trust is the only thing they lack.

wc: 3,623

a/n: here it is! things get a bit intense from here on out so stay tuned. if you wanna tagged you can ask @halsmultibitch or me!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~

Previously on Good Life.. 

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer. 

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him. 

“It’s not there. Just..just pull the drone up.” John B said feeling disappointed when they didn’t see any gold after looking for some time. 

“We can go again.” Fallon told him as she moved her hair from her face.

“Yeah, we can recharge the battery and go back down.” Pope said as he turned to John B  while also dealing with the drone. 

“We’ve done it three time. There’s nothing there!” JJ shouted, immediately receiving a slap on the arm from Lani. 

“Shut up!” Kie yelled at the blonde making him turn to her.

“What? It’s true.” 

“Seriously, JJ?” the kook asked, giving him a disappointed look. 

“If it was there, it would’ve been found on the metal detector. Someone beat us to it.” the shaggy haired pogue said sadly as he sat down and pulled his hood up, blocking himself from the situation. 

“Or it was never there.” The blonde muttered as he began to sail back to the Chateau. 

The next day, Fallon spent it with JJ while he practiced with the gun. Luke was gone which gave her the clear on going to the blonde’s house. They were currently in the backyard, Fallon ranting as usual as JJ got his gun ready. 

“She was all over you on the boat and you’re just gonna ignore it?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“She wasn’t over me, Fal. What’s up with you? Why are you so jealous?” 

“Pfft, I'm not jealous, I just think it’s ridiculous.” she scoffed as the blonde finally turned to her in question. 

“I’m not jealous!”

“Fine, fine. You’re not… if you say so.” JJ lifted his hands in surrender before turning back to his gun. Fallon was about to answer when the blonde started shooting his gun at a teddy bear perched on a log. After a few minutes, Pope came by and started screaming at JJ. The blonde couldn’t hear due to the headphones he had on which made Fallon stand up and tap him on the shoulder. 

“JJ! They know.” the pogue shouted as the blonde took off the head piece. 

“What?” 

“They know.” 

“Wait, wait. Who’s they and what do they know?” Fallon asked, looking at the boys in confusion. 

“Just chill bro, all right?” JJ said as he walked towards Pope, placing his hand on his shoulders. Leaving the caramel haired pogue completely ignored. 

“They don’t know shit, okay?” 

“Topper knows I sunk the boat.” the pogue muttered not wanting Fallon to hear. 

“How do you know they know?” 

“What did you guys do?” the pogue finally asked with her arms crossed over her chest as the boys stared at her. They looked at each other and Pope nodded which caused JJ to look at the floor and sighed. 

“Fine, tell her.” the blonde said annoyingly as he turned to walk towards the bench that was close to the house. 

“Rafe and Topper jumped me while I was delivering on Figure 8 and well… then I kind of sunk Topper’s boat.” Pope rambled as Fallon stared at him in disbelief. 

“Rafe? h-he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t have done that.” she laughed dryly as her fingers ran through her hair. 

“Yes, Rafe. Wh- you don’t believe me or what?” the curly haired pogue asked, looking back and forth between Fallon and JJ who was walking back toward them. 

“Are you defending Rafe right now?” the blonde asked angrily with his eyebrows furrowed as he stood in front of Fallon. 

“I just don’t believe he would do something like that.” 

“Why?” 

“Yeah, Rafe's a horrible person.” Pope stated putting his hands in his pockets.

“No, he’s not.” 

“Oh, he’s not?” JJ asked bitterly. 

“No.” 

“Why are you defending him so much?” the blonde asked, feeling anger course through his body as Fallon felt more and more annoyed. 

“Because he has never been mean to me. Not once!” 

“He’s probably only nice to you cause he likes to stare at your tits.” 

“Oh really?” she laughed dryly as she crossed her arms. 

“Yes, really. You don’t even believe Pope when he tells you Rafe fucking hit him in the face with golf club. How can you just- Are you two fucking or something? Is that it?” JJ said angrily immediately feeling a sting on his left cheek. Fallon had slapped him with every bit of anger in her. 

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that.” she said with gritted teeth and walked away to her car. She quickly drove away, still having the conversation fresh in her head. All Fallon thought about was wanting to go home, far away from the blonde pogue who had captured her heart like no other. That same night was the annual movie night that was held in the OBX. A lot of people go, especially kids. This year, Kie invited her to go with boys and Lani but after that argument, she wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I’m so glad that they’re still doing this. You know? Aren’t you glad I made you come?” Kie smiled walking towards an empty area followed by JJ, Pope and Lani. 

“Ecstatic.” Pope said dryly, rolling his eyes making Lani chuckle. 

“My couch was pretty comfy. I’ll be honest.” JJ said annoyingly at Kie watching her place the beach chair and cooler on the ground. 

“I have no opinion yet but for now, i’m liking it.” Lani smiled sitting on her blanket that was placed kneetly on the floor. 

“We’re out in the green zone, man.” Pope muttered as he opened his beach chair next to Kie’s. 

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ said, trying to get the pogue to calm down. 

“What are you guys blabbering about?” Lani chuckled as she looked at the boys whose eyes widened thinking the kook had heard them. 

“Nothing.. nothing.” The blonde shook his head and sat down, followed by Pope who was suspiciously looking around. 

“Hey, I'm gonna go get some drinks. Does anyone want anything?” Kie asked as she rummaged through her wallet to take out the money. The boys shook their heads and Lani told her what she wanted, making her mutter an ‘okay’ making her way to the food stand. A few minutes later she came strutting back, turning her head to look behind her. 

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ’Tell your boy that we know what he did.’” She said as she handed Lani her drink and sat down. 

“What does he mean?” The kook asked, turning to the boys who were looking all around them desperately. 

“Where is he?” 

“Right there.” Kie said pointing towards the back where Topper, Kelce and Rafe were at. 

“Great, the whole death squad.” 

“Don’t look, bro.” JJ said, turning his head harshly as they huddled up to start muttering. 

“Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I’m coming out swinging, okay? Slicin’ and dicin’, I'm on edge, right now.” The girls stared at each other and looked back at the boys who were muttering something about a school of fish. 

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He said holding up his backpack to let Pope know that he was protected. 

“JJ? honey? yeah, umm. What’s in the backpack?” Lani asked, pointing at it as she looked at the pogue in question. She turned her head to Kie who returned the questionable stare. 

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there’s kids.” Kie scolded, staring at the blonde with wide eyes. 

“Kie, I didn’t bring a gun. Everything’s fine, okay?” 

“Wow, that’s really convincing. I love that, JJ.” The pogue said sarcastically as Lani turned to sit straight. 

“I’m never leaving you alone with my children.” she muttered, making Kiara chuckle as she sipped her drink. 

“Guys, founding principal. No secret among pogues. What was Rafe talking about?” Kie asked leaning forward not letting go of the conversation. 

“Girls, it might go down tonight.” JJ said, leaning forward closer to the girls. Lani lowered her sunglasses to look at the pogue in confusion and then turned to Kie asking for an explanation. 

“What did you guys do?” The kook asked the blonde, making him turn to Pope and grab his shoulder. 

“Deny, deny, deny.” he muttered and turned back to the big screen ignoring the girls’ questionable faces. After 30 minutes since the movie started, the boys stood up making Lani look at them immediately. 

“Where are you guys going?” She whispered as Pope turned to her. 

“We’re gonna wring it out.” he whispered back, making Kie look up from her popcorn. 

“You’re gonna hold it for each other?” the pogues whispered, catching the kook off guard causing her to snort as she drank her soda. A few minutes went by when Rafe and his guys walked behind the screen where Pope and JJ had run off to. Lani saw this and slapped Kie’s leg. 

“We should go check on the boys. Something’s probably wrong.” she whispered, making Kie look at the side of the screen to see Topper walk through it. The pogue nodded her head and quickly stood up as Lani leaned over to grab JJ’s backpack. They walked around the screen and gasped at what they saw. Kelce was holding on to JJ’s arms as Topper continued to punch his abdomen. A few feet away stood Rafe with his arm around Pope’s neck making him choke. 

“Get off of him!” Kie shouted as she ran and threw herself on Rafe’s back making him let go of Pope. The pogue fell to the ground and started coughing harshly. Lani let go of the backpack and ran towards Topper, punching him in the back. The kook turned around and towered over Lani making her take a few steps back. 

“Oh look who’s here protecting her little boyfriend.” Topper siad with an evil smirk as he kept moving towards Lani who stepped back in fear. JJ somehow got out of Kelce’s grasp and ran to stand between Topper and Lani. 

“Don’t you dare touch her.” The blonde said with gritted teeth as he pressed a finger to Toper’s chest, making him stop. 

“Yeah? What are you gonna do?” The kook dared as Kelce silently walked behind Lani to wrap his arms around her. She let out a loud scream making JJ turn to her as Topper took the opportunity to hit his head causing the pogue to fall. Suddenly, Lani got pushed to the ground along with Kie. They both lifted their heads and groaned making sure both of them were okay. 

“Lani, the bag.” Kie whispered and pointed to JJ’s backpack that was right next to the kook. She quickly started rummaging through it as the pogue left to help the boys. Her hand touched a cold metal making her look into the bag, thinking it was the gun but instead it was JJ’s lighter. The same lighter he carried around everywhere. Lani crawled towards the corner of the movie screen and lit the lighter, puting it close to the white cloth. The fire started to spread across the cloth, the movie still playing, as everyone gasped and screamed while they ran away. The kooks saw the flames and let go of the pogue boys quickly making a run for it. 

“Pope, you okay?” Kie asked him as she kneeled next to him, helping him sit up. He shook his head and groaned, holding onto his side, feeling his ribs scream at him. 

“Why would you do that, Lani?” JJ asked loudly as he stood up, starting to limp towards the kook who stared at the flames in fear while clutching the backpack tightly. 

“I was trying to help, they were hurting you. I didn’t know what else to do.” she said nervously as JJ got closer, yanking the backpack off her hands. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt, Lani.” 

“I’m sorry, I just- I- sorry.” she stuttered as her hands started to shake with anxiety. JJ grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him for a hug. It was quickly interrupted when Kie walked towards them as she helped Pope stand up straight. 

“Guys, we have to go before the cops get here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” Lani sniffled, grabbing JJ’s arm. They all quickly made it to Kie’s car and started to make their way home. The boys were dropped off first with strict instruction from Lani on how to treat the pain and bruises. On the way back to their houses, Kie and Lani stayed in silence for a bit, listening to Marley. 

“I hope next year’s movie night is better.” The kook said, turning her head to the pogue whose eyes stayed on the road. 

“It will. I know it.” Kie chuckled and leaned in to turn up the volume when one of her favorite songs came on. 

The next day came around with a bright sun and a warm breeze. The pogues were all working, Lani too, while Fallon slept in since it was her day off. She was going to take the afternoon to look for a midsummer dress for the next day, which was going to take a while. The pogue started getting ready around 4, the same time her friends got out of work but she was still mad at JJ for what happened. Which caused her to not want any interaction with them. Her mom dropped her off and told her to give her a call when she had found THE dress. 

At the meantime, the pogues and Lani were hanging out at Heyward’s after their work shifts. They were discussing something stupid JJ had said about the fight that took place the night before while Lani helped stock the paper aisle. None of them noticed, but the police car had just pulled up outside the door, looking for one of the pogues. 

“Hey, Pope. Someone here to see you.” Heyward said, breaking the teens' laughter as they all changed their heads towards the door. 

“Evening, officer.” Pope nodded at the man respectfully as Shoupe reached behind him, pulling out a piece of paper. 

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” He said as he walked towards the counter, pulling out the handcuffs. 

“What?” Lani shouted, walking out of the aisle to meet Shoupe in the middle.

“Get out of the way young lady. Hands where I can see ‘em.” He slightly shoved the kook to the side and walked towards Pope who was shaking in fear. 

“Woah, Shoupe, what’d he do?” JJ asked, getting off the counter the second he saw his best friend being put in handcuffs. 

“Look at the warrant.” he answered dryly as he pushed Pope to start walking outside. 

“You’re arresting him?” Kie shouted grabbing the warrant in shock as she watched her friend walk out.

“You’re arresting my boy?” Heyward said, finally finding his voice. 

“Why are you doing this? Be careful!” Lani yelled when she saw the sheriff push the pogue harshly. She followed Pope and Shoupe close behind, never giving them space. 

“Shoupe, are you listening?” JJ shouted in anger as the pogue got closer to the car. Everyone started shouting at Shoupe about the whole thing, not letting him put Pope in the car which gave the blonde some time to stay back and think. 

“It wasn’t him!” JJ screamed out of instinct, making everyone shut up and turn to him. 

“It was me. He tried to talk me out of it but I was fucking pissed. Cause those kook assholes from Figure Eight beat him up.” He said pointing down the road as he walked towards Pope. 

“I can’t let you take the blame for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” The blonde whispered to his best friend who was still in shock from the whole situation. 

“JJ? Wh-what are you doing? No..no.” Lani said, walking around Heyward and Kie to stand in front of him. JJ ignored the kook’s sad eyes and stared at Shoupe. 

“I’m telling the truth, I swear. Took his oldman’s boat, too.” 

“What the hell?” Heyward said, sending the pogue a small death stare. Pope tried to stop him but of course, it didn’t work.

“Shut up, Pope!” Shoupe wanted to confirm what JJ was saying so he asked Pope if it was true, resulting in more shouting towards the blonde. Once the pogue assured JJ “wasn’t lying”, he got released from the cuff. 

“JJ, why are you doing this?” Lani asked, pushing her hands onto his chest, trying to look at his eyes but he completely ignored her gaze. Shoupe walked behind JJ and placed the cuffs on him. He pushed the blonde towards the car causing the kook to be on the verge of tears. 

On the other side of the island, Fallon was in the store filled with all types of dresses. Some were long and delicate while others were short and puffy. Fallon was never fond of dresses, the only ones she wore were bikini cover ups. She wasn’t fond of bright colors either which meant she was leaning to a darker dress. After what felt like hours, she pulled out a burgundy dress. It was long, with a crossed back, making her eyes sparkle. 

As she inspectioned the dress, a car drove in front of the store coming to a stop. The driver lowered the window and stared at the pogue with admiration. He quickly parked the car and walked into the store, looking for her again. After some time, Fallon walked out of the dressing room, sporting the dress. She felt someone staring at her and turned her head to see the boy she least expected. 

“Rafe? wh-what are you doing here?” She chuckled, walking towards him. 

“I saw you while I was driving through. Just wanted to come see you… Hope that’s not weird.” He said starting to get nervous. Fallon blushed as her smile grew.

“Well, thank you. That’s really sweet. But now that you’re here, what do you think?” she asked as she walked backwards to twirl for him. He chuckled as she twirled. 

“It looks… fantastic. It’s very you.” 

“It is? Ugh, I’m glad it looks good. I wasn’t gonna handle my mother tomorrow.” They both laughed and Fallon continued to stare at herself as Rafe looked at her. 

“Will you go to midsummers with me?” She quickly turned to him with wide eyes while he continued to stare at his shoes. 

“Umm, I- well…. I would love to go with you.” Fallon smiled as he lifted his head with a cute grin. Rafe ran his hand through his hair giving her a full look of his bruised knuckles. 

“Oh my god.” she gasped quickly grabbing his hand making Rafe hiss in pain. 

“What happened?” 

“Um, just trying to fix up my bike.” Rafe stuttered not wanting Fallon to know that he got them from beating the shit out of her friends the night before. 

“There’s mechanics for that, you know that right?” she chuckled lightly making him chuckle too, in relief. 

“Yeah, I've learned my lesson-”

“You two make a great couple.” the seamstress of the store said, interrupting Rafe as she walked out of her sewing room. They both looked at her and smiled, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Do you want me to take you home?” 

“Yes, please. Let me get changed and we can go.” Rafe nodded as Fallon ran back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes. She quickly paid for the dress and walked out of the store with Rafe next to her. 

He couldn’t believe Fallon agreed to go to midsummer with him. Rafe always thought she had a thing for JJ or someone else that wasn’t him. Which caught him by surprise when she said yes to the invitation. 

“So you’re walking in with your parents right?” Fallon asked, breaking the silence as she stared at him and back at the road. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m sure you’ll be walking in with me?” He nervously drifted his eyes back and forth between Fallon and the road. 

“Of course. You’ll wait for me outside right?” 

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled widely and turned back to the road to see that she was almost home. Rafe pulled up on Fallon’s driveway bringing the car to a stop. 

“Thank you for bringing me home.” 

“Of course, anytime.” They both stared at each other for a while until Rafe got the courage to start leaning in. Fallon didn’t notice but she started to lean in too. They shared a soft kiss as his hand went to her cheek. The kiss got more intense by the second as she grasped his shirt tightly. Rafe’s tongue swept over Fallon’s bottom lip making her gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity. Their tongues battled for domination as the car turned hot with the heat radiating from their bodies. Fallon pulled away with her forehead against his as she caught her breath.

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road.

good life: @ilovefandoms102 @agardenofbooks @cloverrover

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[official-wayward-noctis]

Deancas Bingo - parents

Jack and his Dads

Jack doesn't understand some things but he is learning. One is Dean and Cas's relationship. Another is the siblings that are MIA.

ao3 Link here

Dean and Cas both saw Jack as their child. They were researching how to be parents and reading parenting books. Dean was worried he would end up too much like John as well Cas worried about how he wouldn’t be there for Jack like he wasn’t there for Claire. Jack watched them and even asked Claire and Alex who told him that the two were trying to be the perfect dads.

“Aren’t they already my dads?” Jack asked.

“Pretty much so,” Alex said.

“I thought so cause Mom said Cas was pretty much my dad and Dean is dating Cas,” Jack said. Claire spit out her beer as she looked at the boy surprised. Kaia seemed amused by the whole thing as she tapped her girlfriend’s back.

“Did you not know that Dean and Cas were dating?” Kaia said.

“I didn’t,” Alex said, surprised as she watched the two.

“Oh they aren’t actually but they act like a married couple,” Kaia said. Jack was confused. He really thought that they were married. He listened to the others but he figured it was best to ask his dads after all. When he found them sitting in the living room with Jody and Sam, he waited until Sam and Jody walked out to talk about the case while Dean and Cas were supposed to talk with Claire. Jack stopped them knowing they needed to talk.

“Kaia said something about you two not being together,” Jack said. Both were surprised. “Why aren’t my dads together?” Jack had his pouting face.

“Jack,” Dean said, trying to find the words without making Cas realize that he likes him.

“Dean doesn’t feel that way towards me,” Cas said bluntly. Dean froze because he said it that way.

“Cas doesn’t feel that way towards me,” Dean said following Cas' lead.

“No, I do feel that way towards you,” Cas informed Dean.

“Well maybe I feel that way towards you as well,” Dean said.

“Well maybe we are together then,” Cas said before turning to walk out and find Claire. Dean just watched.

“So are you and Cas married now?” Jack asked.

“Not quite but things will be a bit different between us now,” Dean explained. Jack still didn’t understand but he figured he would find out soon.

~

They were all having dinner when Kaia made comment about Dean and Cas flirting again. Jack heard her and so did Claire but no one else did.

“Well they are together,” Jack said. Kaia who has just taken a sip spit out her drink as Claire looked at her confused. No one else had heard any part of their conversation.

“What did you say?” Claire asked him.

“What is happening over on that side of the table?” Alex asked them.

“Jack just dropped some news on me,” Kaia said looking at Dean and Cas.

“I’m sure whatever he said can’t be that bad,” Dean said as he gave Kaia a look. Kaia seemed to realize something and smirked.

“He was talking about some hunters that you all know,” Kaia siad.

“We know a lot of hunters,” Dean said. “It's a small community at this point to be honest.”

“I think she is talking about…” Cas started but Dean muttered something to him and he shut up. Sam and Jody were confused as was the rest of the table.

“Now no secrets at the dinner table,” Jody said.

“Kaia and Claire are sneaking into each other's rooms at night,” Alex said grinning at Claire who stuck out her tongue at Alex.

“Dean and Cas are dating,” Kaia siad. Sam choked on his salad as Patience gave Dean the thumbs up as Claire looked between them with shock.

“We knew that,” Jody said before turning to Sam, confused about his reaction.

“No we did not,” Sam said. “How long has this been going on?”

“We are not talking about this at dinner,” Dean said. Jack wanted to point out that they weren’t doing well on the talking thing in the first place but Cas gave him a look not to speak. He looked down at his plate realizing he probably shouldn’t have said anything to Kaia. Claire on the other hand was asking about when their wedding was and if she was going to be in it because she was practically Cas’s daughter.

“If Emma was alive she would be in the wedding too,” Dean said. Dean left as Cas watched confused and Sam looked down at his plate.

“I knew about Ben but who is Emma?” Cas asked.

“Ben was never Cas’s son,” Sam explained.

“Not according to the memories I took from Lisa. Ben was in fact Dean’s son in everything but blood,” Cas told Sam.

“Emma was Dean’s daughter. She died not long after she was born,” Sam explained.

“So I have two siblings that I haven’t met,” Jack said. Cas seemed to realize that Jack was taking this conversation in as well.

“Sometimes we don’t always meet the family we have because we have to let them go before we know them,” Cas explained. Jack looked at Cas and nodded. He still wishes he could meet his siblings but he at least had two amazing fathers to make up for the evil birth father who was struck on destroying the world once and for all every time he showed up.

~

Maybe it was seeing Dean upset after dinner or maybe he just couldn’t get it out of his mind but he started thinking about the other two siblings and decided to find them. Only problem is that neither had the Winchester name according to birth records or if they were special they weren’t easy to find. He knew he was going to have to ask Sam.

“So about Emma and Ben,” Jack said.

“Emma is dead,” Sam said.

“Yeah but what was her last name?” Jack asked.

“Winchester,” Sam said. Jack took that information in figuring he could just find her in heaven then.

“What about Ben?” Jack asked.

“Ben Braeden lives with his mom Lisa in Indiana last time I checked. He doesn’t remember Dean though and Lisa doesn’t either. It’s better that way Jack,” Sam said. “Dean has been a dad once before but he never realized how much he loves being a father until you became a son to him. He loves you like a son Jack and Emma and Ben didn’t get to have Dean as a dad but Dean will always love them. He cares about them still but having you as a son makes up for all he lost when he lost those two kids. You are an amazing kid, Jack and you should be proud that you have two wonderful fathers,” Sam said. Jack nodded as he looked at his uncle and debated what to say next but stopped knowing that whatever he said wouldn’t be right. He would have to do something with his dad that would make up for missing time with his siblings.

~

Jack found Dean the next morning with Cas making breakfast as Cas held on to him.

“Dean, can I help you wash Baby today?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” Dean said, surprised.

“I just want to learn more about cars from someone who knows a lot and it would be helpful for when I am older and have my driver’s licenses,” Jack told him. Cas smiled as he mentioned it being a great bonding activity for the two of them. Jack thought more of how it would be something Dean would probably have done with his other two kids. After breakfast, Dean told him what soaps to use and even let him help wax the impala when it came to that time. Dean seemed to smile as he talked and Jack could sense Cas’s presence with a camera that Jack saw as he watched the two have fun while still taking time seriously with caring for Dean’s car. Cas pulled him aside later and thanked him for cheering Dean up.

“You can’t replace the other two but you can make memories with us and Dean enjoys spending time with you, Son,” Cas said. Jack nodded as he hugged one of his fathers glad to be safe with his family.

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[government-toppats]

I mean bounty hunters are more freelance from what I understand so that makes sense

"Yeah, that is how must groups have it. But when we formed they assigned us to Galeforce." John said

"Alright so we are going to start. Our first award is for the person who is the best at hacking and over all tech for their team....."

"Oooo maybe this will be you Gordon." Howie siad

"Dont get his Hope's up that it is him" The girl from before said

"GORDON BANKS!" the announcer said

"What!?" Everyone yelled

"M me?" Gordon said

[mizjoely]

Sherlolly Pushing Daisies AU

“So...John. He’s your person, then?”

Sherlock tilted his head, wrinkled his brow, and tried to be as polite as possible when he answered (after all, he still needed this woman’s cooperation if he wanted access to the bodies he needed when Lestrade wasn’t with him). “Sorry, I don’t actually have...people. Not in the way you’re implying. And definitely not John, he would be very, well, insulted if you thought we were...”

“No, no, that’s not what I - well, I mean, it sort of is, I guess, because I have been wondering but that’s none of my business.” Molly blushed as she stumbled on. “What I meant was...he’s your person. The one you...saved.” The last word was spoken in a hushed whisper even though there was no one in the morgue but the two of them.

Sherlock shook his head. “No, I’m afraid you’ve got it backwards,” he said easily. “He’s the one who saved me, actually. More than once.” And in more than one way, Sherlock thought.

Molly huffed impatiently. “No, that’s not what I meant! I mean, that’s great, I knew you two had a real bond even though you always pick...uh, even though you two joke a lot,” she hastily backtracked, “but what I meant was...He’s the one you saved by...oh, bollocks! Look, let me just...”

And she snapped off her glove, pulled down the sheet covering Mr. Albert Simpson, 42, murdered by a shotgun blast to the chest...and did the most extraordinary thing Sherlock had ever seen.

Well, at least it was extraordinary seeing someone else do it. In mounting disbelief (and was that excitement? hope? joy?) he watched as Molly Hooper, Specialty Registrar at St. Barts Hospital, the woman he flattered and charmed into allowing him access to the morgue even without DI Lestrade by his side, placed her index finger on the forehead of the body he’d come to examine...and with that touch, brought Mr. Simpson back to life.

Simpson lurched up into a sitting position. “Hello!” he exclaimed. “Who are you? Where am I?” When Molly pointed mutely to his chest, he looked down, and his face fell. “Bollocks,” he said. “That bastard killed me, didn’t he?”

“Which bastard?” Sherlock interrupted quickly. No point in wasting time, especially since neither he nor Molly (Molly! Molly Hooper! Someone else like him!) had started the one minute timer - or did she need a timer? Was she perhaps not limited to that single minute of reanimation that plagued his particular gift?

All questions that would have to wait - but only until after Mr. Simpson answered the question he’d asked. Oh, he’d already deduced it was the half-brother, but it never hurt to have confirmation directly from the source.

“Elwood,” Simpson replied. As expected. “That bloody bastard - well, technically I’m the bastard, but I told him I wasn’t interested in our father’s money! I just wanted to have a family, to be his brother, and instead the wanker just up and shoots me - I’ll bet he tried to make it look like a hunting accident, didn’t he!”

Molly nodded sympathetically while Sherlock just rolled his eyes. “He did,” she siad softly, placing her still-gloved hand over that of the victim. “But we’ll make sure he doesn’t get away with it, won’t we Sherlock?”

“Er, yes, of course, justice will be served,” Sherlock replied after a slight pause as he adjusted to the fact that Molly was consoling Simpson and asking him to back her up. 

Simpson beamed at Molly. “Great, thanks, both of you! I’ll rest easier knowing...”

Before he could finish speaking, Molly reached out with her ungloved hand and gently touched him on the neck.

Simpson collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Molly pulled her discarded glove back on her hand (not without a bit of a struggle that was actually kind of...adorable?) then expertly rearranged the once-again inanimate corpse onto the trolley, covered it up, and pushed the shelf back into the drawer.

Once she’d resecured the metal door, she stripped off the gloves, balling them inside one another, and placed them into the disposal bin before turning once again to face him. “So,” she said, after taking a deep breath. “He’s your person?”

Sherlock nodded dumbly. “He died saving my life. It was the least I could do, bringing him back. And since the only other person in the proximity was the murderer, I had no compunctions about leaving John alive.”

Molly nodded. “I thought it must be something like that. For me, it was my father.” She smiled wistfully. “He’s living in Australia now. We decided it would be best if the temptation to, to hug or kiss each other on the cheek - well, we came close a couple of times because that’s what you do, right? You hug your father, he kisses you on the cheek, and well, that’s how my mother...”

“She was your first?” Molly nodded. “Mine was my best friend Victor Trevor. We were eight.” Sherlock realized he was telling Molly something that he’d told no one except John Watson, but couldn’t have stopped himself from sharing his story if he tried. He would examine why he felt that way later (and discover that, much to his amazement and dismay, it wasn’t merely that she was the only other person with his ability that he’d ever met). “He’d fallen down a well and drowned, only it turned out my younger sister, Eurus, had actually pushed him down there because she was jealous of our friendship - which,” he added hastily as he perceived Molly’s horrified expression, “is a story for another day. The point is that I jumped into the well when I saw him floating there, and when I touched him, he came back to life...and then he hugged me and suddenly he was dead again.”

Molly’s expression went through a series of transformations as he spoke - so many tiny little emotions, he lost count - but sympathy was there, and sorrow, as she reached out and hesitantly laid her hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, looking up at him through wide brown eyes he’d once dismissed as boring and ordinary. How could he possibly have done so, how could he have not seen how expressive they were?

Without thinking, he leaned down so that his forehead touched hers - and felt a spark, like an electric shock, not dissimilar to how it felt when he reanimated a corpse. He sprang back, horrified at the possibility that their matching abilities might somehow have caused damage, but thankfully Molly was still alive and well, although her eyes were now wide with surprise. “What was that?” she exclaimed.

He grinned. “I don’t know, Molly Hooper, but I can tell you that I’m looking forward to finding out!”

~FIN~

#dis is mine #sherlolly #mizjoely writes #mizjoely's fics

[kennymbowman]

Do you think we could be partners in crime, being I'm the Mark and all? To love is long suffering.

Physical violence is an illness in the Holy Bible psalms 23 it tells us how to use the rod to guide and comfort. I don't read any were to beat or atrick. Rather to guide. That don't mean put a nail in the end of it. Put more time into it.

For Violence begot Violence just like hate begot hate

Who's interfaced with my intellectual property that reaches around the world like a web. Could it be Bird Colonel Ed Gray?

AT&T? Ma Bell? rss? Broadband?

"What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, ‘See, this is new’? It has been already in the ages before us.” Ecclesiastes 1:9-10 ESV

Know that they are all appointed by God

Understand that the Appointed the Anointed and the Sanctified have the protection of Jesus thats why: He is and was and is to come Holy Holy Holy is the Lamb of God. The Alpha The Omega The first and the last.

In Revelations 20:1-15 God send The Angel with the Key,

That locked away Lucifer Martin Black Dragon Satin in hell for a thousand years. What part of we should be dancing in the street for what Jesus Christ did on the cross over two thousand years ago do we not understand. Where is your Faith homosexual adulterous pervers baby boomer meme hehe spoiled microwave generation. Yes you reading this I'm talking to you, your special. Don't lose Faith in the mighty work Jesus Christ did on the cross for He miss not one sin. Under stand this is not a reason to keep sinning. I'm thinking that when Jesus Christ ask the one who sent Him Father why have you forsaken me. If it was about the last few years. Just before He siad it is finished?

PRAYER FOR HUMANITY

Our Farther who are in Heaven Holy is your name your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, Lord we pray that every heart, every spirit, be open to your amazing Love that you heal the illness of hatred and racism that plague our planet. Holy Father help open mankind's eyes to the Agape Reign, that is at hand. Heavenly Father we ask this has no harm to any in the mighty name of Jesus Glory Glory hallelujah Praise Jesus Christ The Alpha The Omega, The Beginning and The End Holy, Holy , Holy is the Lamb of God there is no name higher in heaven or earth all things are possible in His Name. For The same Faith that saves us is the same Faith that heals us is the same Faith that makes the impossible possible.

Jesus Christ leave mankind two commandments to love God with all your heart mind body and soul and the second is much like the first to love each other to hang all the law and prophets on this. For we are not called into fear we are called to power to cast out demons bring site to the blind hearing to the death and heal the ill. amen

On n June 15, 2015 at Ten ten and thirty seconds pm. Pacific daylight savings time. The ten thousand year rain of evil witchcraft and wizardry the "I.E."illuminati elite had come to an end. The time of Agape Reign. Also known as the time of the Lord. is at hand.

[REVELATIONS 20:1-15] God summoned the Angle with the key. Know Luifaser Martin Black Dragon Satin has been locked in hell, for 1000yrs behind gate's that only God can open for 996+ more years now. Know that God keeps all his promises. Know satin will be released after this time passes. "thought you might want to know that bit of factual information that was completed over two thousand years ago on the cross, in case you missed the Act." Have the paramount relationship be in God's favor be born again spiritually through our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ sog. Hallelujah

Forgiveness is paramount to ones future. ms_android_met Know that in the eyes of our father in heaven. We all be as pretty as a mud fence. Don't let pride begot hate. For the time of evil has passed. The time of Agape Reign. Divine Love & Healing, is at hand.

gotta love griffters with their mox-mm-proxy. Moxy is a fair word, "mock-se" is more of the style of the illuminati author's of the crime of the century. aka The scam of man. Here to still, kill, and disroy. Who hides there lampstand under a basket.

Just a short list of the people I have forgiven for there part in the scam of man. aka The crime of the century. : Family Cousins, in-laws,

out-laws, by Marrage; Teresa Clem, Cheryl Cantrell, Angel Luna

Rick Coleman, Jim Hill Glinda Loudermilk Pitti

Sharon Coleman King Hill. John Hill. Doug Roberts Robert Lovelace Jim Hill

Heather Hyde Hill,

Carol Brister Betty King

Danny Brister Margaret Archalita Butterfield

Marty Martin Roberts

Hergenrother

Randy Ponce de Leon

Billy Williams

Hank and Hellen Williams

David, Danny, Gimaine, Debbie Jiang Gimaine

Jimi Escobar, Lora Castro

Jino Jimmy Marino

Jino John Marino

Jino Charles Marino

Richard Roberts. Gini K Garrett Roberts Harold and Howard Martin

Kim Cassio Roberts Brian, Gina,Carolyn,Keenney Danny Gray Bea Gray Archie fam Eric King Richard Rodgers

Rochelle Strong

Nettie Osborn ,,Jimbo Loudermilk

Robin Loudermilk

Bill Williams Russell Bailey

Jeff Bailey Jeff Steadman Mike Mckey Lee Stock

Dale Scuoll Mike Stedman

Kenny Hergenrother

Randy Pritchard

Tammie Gombor

Paul Gombor Paul Erwing Bert Grims Internet cafe

The illuminati a Satinic cult

#adventure #art #spirituality #art that comes alive

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 1.26

661 – The Rashidun Caliphate is effectively ended with the assassination of Ali, the last caliph. 945 – The co-emperors Stephen and Constantine are overthrown and forced to become monks by Constantine VII, who becomes sole emperor of the Byzantine Empire. 1500 – Vicente Yáñez Pinzón becomes the first European to set foot on Brazil. 1531 – The 6.4–7.1 Mw Lisbon earthquake kills about thirty thousand people. 1564 – The Council of Trent establishes an official distinction between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism. 1564 – The Grand Duchy of Lithuania defeats the Tsardom of Russia in the Battle of Ula during the Livonian War. 1565 – Battle of Talikota, fought between the Vijayanagara Empire and the Deccan sultanates, leads to the subjugation, and eventual destruction of the last Hindu kingdom in India, and the consolidation of Islamic rule over much of the Indian subcontinent. 1699 – For the first time, the Ottoman Empire permanently cedes territory to the Christian powers. 1700 – The 8.7–9.2 Mw Cascadia earthquake takes place off the west coast of North America, as evidenced by Japanese records. 1736 – Stanislaus I of Poland abdicates his throne. 1788 – The British First Fleet, led by Arthur Phillip, sails into Port Jackson (Sydney Harbour) to establish Sydney, the first permanent European settlement on Australia. Commemorated as Australia Day. 1808 – The Rum Rebellion is the only successful (albeit short-lived) armed takeover of the government in New South Wales. 1837 – Michigan is admitted as the 26th U.S. state. 1838 – Tennessee enacts the first prohibition law in the United States. 1841 – James Bremer takes formal possession of Hong Kong Island at what is now Possession Point, establishing British Hong Kong. 1855 – Point No Point Treaty is signed in Washington Territory. 1856 – First Battle of Seattle: Marines from the USS Decatur drive off American Indian attackers after all-day battle with settlers. 1861 – American Civil War: The state of Louisiana secedes from the Union. 1863 – American Civil War: General Ambrose Burnside is relieved of command of the Army of the Potomac after the disastrous Fredericksburg campaign. He is replaced by Joseph Hooker. 1863 – American Civil War: Governor of Massachusetts John Albion Andrew receives permission from the Secretary of War to raise a militia organization for men of African descent. 1870 – Reconstruction Era: Virginia rejoins the Union. 1885 – Troops loyal to The Mahdi conquer Khartoum, killing the Governor-General Charles George Gordon. 1905 – The world's largest diamond ever, the Cullinan weighing 3,106.75 carats (0.621350 kg), is found at the Premier Mine near Pretoria in South Africa. 1911 – Glenn Curtiss flies the first successful American seaplane. 1915 – The Rocky Mountain National Park is established by an act of the U.S. Congress. 1918 – Finnish Civil War: A group of Red Guards hangs a red lantern atop the tower of Helsinki Workers' Hall to symbolically mark the start of the war. 1920 – Former Ford Motor Company executive Henry Leland launches the Lincoln Motor Company, which he later sold to his former employer. 1926 – The first demonstration of the television by John Logie Baird. 1930 – The Indian National Congress declares 26 January as Independence Day or as the day for Poorna Swaraj ("Complete Independence") which occurred 17 years later. 1934 – The Apollo Theater reopens in Harlem, New York City. 1934 – German–Polish Non-Aggression Pact is signed. 1939 – Spanish Civil War: Catalonia Offensive: Troops loyal to nationalist General Francisco Franco and aided by Italy take Barcelona. 1942 – World War II: The first United States forces arrive in Europe, landing in Northern Ireland. 1945 – World War II: The Red Army begins encircling the German Fourth Army near Heiligenbeil in East Prussia, which will end in destruction of the 4th Army two months later. 1945 – World War II: Audie Murphy displays valor and bravery in action for which he will later be awarded the Medal of Honor. 1949 – The Hale telescope at Palomar Observatory sees first light under the direction of Edwin Hubble, becoming the largest aperture optical telescope (until BTA-6 is built in 1976). 1950 – The Constitution of India comes into force, forming a republic. Rajendra Prasad is sworn in as the first President of India. Observed as Republic Day in India. 1952 – Black Saturday in Egypt: rioters burn Cairo's central business district, targeting British and upper-class Egyptian businesses. 1956 – Soviet Union cedes Porkkala back to Finland. 1961 – John F. Kennedy appoints Janet G. Travell to be the first woman Physician to the President. 1962 – Ranger 3 is launched to study the Moon. The space probe later misses the moon by 22,000 miles (35,400 km). 1965 – Hindi becomes the official language of India. 1972 – JAT Fight 367 is destroyed by a terrorist bomb, killing 27 of the 28 people on board the DC-9. Flight attendant Vesna Vulović survives with critical injuries. 1974 – Turkish Airlines Flight 301 crashes during takeoff from Izmir Cumaovası Airport (now İzmir Adnan Menderes Airport), killing 66 of the 73 people on board the Fokker F28 Fellowship. 1980 – Egypt–Israel relations are formally established. 1986 – The Ugandan government of Tito Okello is overthrown by the National Resistance Army, led by Yoweri Museveni. 1991 – Mohamed Siad Barre is removed from power in Somalia, ending centralized government, and is succeeded by Ali Mahdi. 1992 – Boris Yeltsin announces that Russia will stop targeting United States cities with nuclear weapons. 1998 – Lewinsky scandal: On American television, U.S. President Bill Clinton denies having had "sexual relations" with former White House intern Monica Lewinsky. 2001 – The 7.7 Mw Gujarat earthquake shakes Western India with a maximum Mercalli intensity of X (Extreme), leaving 13,805–20,023 dead and about 166,800 injured. 2009 – Rioting breaks out in Antananarivo, Madagascar, sparking a political crisis that will result in the replacement of President Marc Ravalomanana with Andry Rajoelina. 2015 – An aircraft crashes at Los Llanos Air Base in Albacete, Spain, killing 11 people and injuring 21 others. 2020 – A Sikorsky S-76B flying from John Wayne Airport to Camarillo Airport crashes in Calabasas, 30 miles west of Los Angeles, killing all nine people on board, including former five-time NBA champion Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna Bryant.

#Events

[fledermausforstrauss]

Day 11 - Snow

An argument about wine. 1369 words.

Hoping this will cheer up a friend.

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Crowley had every imaginable article of clothing on. 

Two pairs of socks, a pair of real, physical boots, long johns, thick pants, an undershirt, a tee shirt, a jumper, wooly gloves, a scarf, and finally, a blue knit toque a certain angel had given him decades before, all wrapped up under a down jacket with the hood pulled tight.

He looked out the corner of his eye at the angel walking next to him, tucking his nose into his scarf to hide a smile as they walked down a tree-lined snowy path. Aziraphale was wearing a scarf and a heavy coat, but Crowley knew both were only for show.

Crowley huffed a laugh behind his several layers of fleece, wool, and down, jealous of the angel’s natural warmth.

“What?” Aziraphale asked, smiling at Crowley.

“Nothing.” Crowley laughed again, his voice muffled by the fabric over his mouth. He pulled his hood back and tugged his scarf down to talk. “What did you think?”

“Of the wine? It was wonderful.” Aziraphale said. “I haven’t been to a proper wine tasting in nearly a decade, and I haven’t been to the Alps in almost a millennium. This trip was a brilliant idea, dear.”

"Figured it was about one we swung through here, and what better way to check on things than to take a wine tour?" Crowley asked. “So, where do Switzerland’s wines end up on your list? Are they a new favourite? You really seemed to like that rosé.”

“Oh, yes, the rosé was good, but…” Aziraphale hummed, looking thoughtful. “...I think France is still my favourite.”

“France? Your favourite is--?” Crowley scoffed. “Tch. Why am I not surprised.”

“Why would you be surprised?” Aziraphale asked. “You’ve seen my wine collection? It’s nearly two-thirds French.”

“I thought maybe they paired well with those crêpes you like so much. Didn’t realize they were actually your favourite.”

“Just what is wrong with French wines?” Aziraphale asked, offended.

“They’re not Italian, for starters.” 

“Italian?”

“What’s wrong with Italian wines?” Crowley echoed Aziraphale’s question.

“France has a long history of wine, unlike Italy. They have higher standards, unlike Italy. And they follow strict traditions that keep their wine consistent-- Unlike Italy!”

“Consistent--? I think you mean boring.” Crowley rolled his eyes. “France knows how to make, like, three wines, and they make them well, don’t get me wrong, but Italy know how to have fun.”

“Three--.” Aziraphale gasped as Crowley’s words, falling behind as his steps faltered.

“Italian wine may not be the fanciest, but it is the best. Less restrictions means more room for experimentation. They have a higher alcohol content.” Crowley started to count on his gloved fingers. “More varieties of grapes, including some exclusive to Italy’s climate. The wine is bolder, brighter, and on all levels, just plain better. And I think you’re forgetting Italy’s history with wine predates France’s by a long shot.”

“Oh, please.” Aziraphale shook his head. “What Italy was making back then could hardly be called wine.”

“How dare you--.”

“Besides, France has Italy beat with sheer quality.” Aziraphale said, a smug look on his face. “Fancy or not, you can’t argue the complexity of a Bordeaux.”

“Can too. Watch me.” Crowley said. “Complexity means absolutely nothing if that's all a wine is. A complex wine is not inherently a quality wine. It could have all the hints of that and notes of this, but if it's bland, its bland! And Bordeauxs are so bland--.”

A shock of snow collided with the back of Crowley’s head making him yelp, flakes falling down the back of his neck, trapped by the folds of his scarf. He turned on his heel to find Aziraphale standing with another snowball already in his hand.

“Bordeauxs. Are not. Bland.” Aziraphale frowned, but Crowley could see a smile tugging the corners of his lips. He wound his arm back as a threat. “You take that back.”

“Only if you take back what you said about Italy's first wines not being wine.” Crowley smirked.

Aziraphale chucked the snowball right for Crowley, but he jumped the snowbank that lined the walkway, ducking behind the wall of ice.

“Ohoho.” Crowley laughed, gathering fistfuls of snow in his hands. 

Crowley stood and threw his snowball at the angel, missing him by mere inches when Aziraphale dodged expertly. The angel threw one back without missing a beat, aiming right for his face, but Crowley ducked at the last second. The snowball skimmed the top of his hat, pulling it crooked.

“Alright, angel. You wanna play?” Crowley growled, gathering a large armful of snow. “We can play.”

He stood and raised his arm back with a snowball bigger than his head balanced in his hand, stepping backwards into a lunge, ready to chuck it with all of his strength. 

“You’re going to regret starting this.” Crowley smirked.

Aziraphale looked unfazed. The angel lifted his hand, a smirk curling his own lips slowly. He snapped his fingers.

There was a loud crack above Crowley, but before he could look up, he was buried beneath a mountain of snow. 

-----

Aziraphale’s smirk gave way to a laugh as Crowley laid buried beneath the snow that had been sitting along the branches of the tree the demon had unwittingly backed himself against.

“Oh-- My dear.” Aziraphale said between laughter. “The look on your face was priceless.”

There was no response. Aziraphale rolled his eyes.

“Oh, stop your pouting.” He approached the pile of snow and started brushing away the layers. “Just admit you lost and we can get back to the cabin for some Châteauneuf-du-Pape.”

Aziraphale was quick to find the blue knitted hat he had given Crowley, and beneath it, a shock of red hair. He pulled the snow away from the demon’s face to find a shivering form and chattering teeth. The force of the snow had knocked his tinted glasses off, letting Aziraphale see just how tight Crowley's eyes were squeezed shut.

“Oh.” Aziraphale siad, a sudden realization hitting him. "Oh, my dear, I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry." 

Aziraphale pulled the shivering demon out of the snow, wrapping one arm around his waist and pulling him close.

"Let's get you warmed up."

-----

Crowley hummed in contentment, wriggling deeper into thick blankets. A hand was playing with his hair as the crackle of a fire pulled him from his sleep. He opened his eyes to find his head resting in Aziraphales lap. The angel smiled down at him, a hint of guilt in his eyes. He brushed Crowley’s hair from his forehead and sighed.

“I’m sorry, dear.” Aziraphale said softly. “I got a little carried away. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Ss’alright.” Crowley mumbled. “I’m warm now, that's all that matters.”

Aziraphale’s smile twitched and he ruffled his fingers through Crowley’s hair again. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the fire.

“...I got you something.” Aziraphale said, reaching over the arm of the chair and lifting a wine bottle up, holding it out over Crowley’s face and turning it to show the label.

“Masseto?” Crowley sat up, pulling the blanket around his shoulders with one hand and taking the bottle with the other, inspecting the label. “Is this your apology? I accept.”

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, popping the cork on the bottle and materializing two glasses in his hands. He held them out for Crowley to pour into and traded him a glass for the bottle to put it on the side table.

Crowley swirled the wine around like the sommeliers had at the wine tasting that morning, watching the way the dark liquid splashed against the sides.

“Do you know why Masseto is the most expensive Italian wine?” Aziraphale asked.

Crowley quirked his brow at the angel.

“French grapes, French techniques, and French oak-barrels.” Aziraphale said, trying to keep a straight face and only slightly failing. “It's also a Bordeaux.”

“Shut up.” Crowley muttered, but his scowl was quick to disappear after the first sip. “Oh, that’s actually not bad.”

“Shall we call it a draw then?” Aziraphale smiled.

“Alright fine.” Crowley huffed a laugh, taking another sip of his wine. “It’s a draw.”

#good omens fic #good omens #aziraphale #Crowley

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Mary managed a smile as she came back into the bunker, relaxing at the sight of the boys. “Hey.” she greeted, coming down the stairs, angling her bags a bit better.

“Hey.” Sam said, smiling back at her. He got up and quickly took the bags from her. “What’s all this?”

Mary's smile turned a bit sheepish. “Baby clothes.” she said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a small onesie. “I saw them at the store and couldn’t help myself.”

Sam laughed a bit as well, taking out another one. “They’re cute.” he said. “You know the sex already?”

Mary shook her head as she and Sam put the rest of the bags on the table. “Not yet, I still need to make another appointment to do a general check up and then maybe find out the sex.”

“You don’t want to know?”

Mary shrugged as she shifted through the bag, just looking over the clothes she had gotten. “Not sure, I kinda want it be a surprise.” she said, taking out a pink onesie and looking it over. “We also thought that Dean was going to be a girl at first so we had gotten girl clothes before he was born.”

Sam choked a bit at that, laughing once more. “Seriously?”

Mary grinned and nodded. “The doctor told us that it was a girl so we went out and got pink clothes and stuff.” she told him. “It was a very big surprise when the doctor suddenly said that he had a penis.”

Sam snickered at that. “Does he know?” he asked.

“Unless John told him later on then no.” Mary said putting things back into the bag. “We did have some pictures though but they might’ve burned back then.”

Sam sighed and shook his head. “Would’ve been nice to get some blackmail on him.” he said a bit mournfully.

Whatever Mary was about to say she was interrupted by Dean coming into the room with a serious look on his face. “Mom we need you in the dungeon.” he said.

Mary turned to look at him and then at Sam for a moment, he looked just as confused as she felt. “What happened?”

“Its Rowena.” Dean said. “She's in the dungeon and wants to talk to you.” he looked pained for a moment. “She tried to steal more of our spell books and we had to...take extra precautions.”

Mary immediately followed him towards the dungeon, from the corner of her eyes she could see Sam following them. “Why does she want to talk to me?”

“Don't know, she just said that if shes going to talk to anyone she wants it to be you.” Dean told her, glancing at her over his shoulder.

Mary nodded and squared her shoulders back a bit more. “Alright.” she said mentally preparing herself for the witch.

Dean brought them to the dungeon and opened the door, pushing the bookcases to the side. Mary came forward immediately and then blinked when she saw the empty room. She looked around for Rowena to find no hint of her.

As she turned around she felt something curling inside of her at the sound of a match being lit and as she whirled around she saw Dean throw it to the ground as a circle suddenly was aflame around her.

Mary stared at the circle, turning her head before looking up at the boys. Both of them were looking at her and after a moment she noticed that Sam was suddenly holding the archangel blade and Dean had an angel blade.

“Boys?” she asked slowly, feeling almost a rumble of grace coursing through her in anger.

“Its holy oil.” Sam told her softly. “And it's not going away, we’ve managed to find a way for it to be continuous.”

Mary nodded slowly at that, wrapping an arm around her stomach once more. “Okay.”

“So step over it.” Dean told her. “You’re just a human mom, you can step over it easily. It's the angels that are prevented.”

Mary swallowed and breathed in slowly. “I know.”

“Then get out of it.” Sam said simply. “Step over the line mom, simple.”

Mary looked over the fire once more, trying to figure out how to do this. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

She wrapped her other arm around her stomach as well, curling into it a bit more. “You know why.” she whispered. “I-” her eyes blazed blue for a moment and she straightened up, bringing her arms back to her side.

Sam and Dean straightened up, both of them tightening their grip on their respective blades.

“That’s enough now.” Michael siad. “Hello boys.”

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #365 Days Of Writing #365 #80/365 #mary is pregnant #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #mary winchester #au!michael

[megamangx]

WERE BACK FOR NOTHER 

wELCOM TOM EGAMANGXS TALES OF SPOOK,. TODAY I CAN MADED 3 NEW HOROR SCARY STORY FOR EVERYONT THIS HALLOWBEEN SO BE CARFUL THESE CAN BE SCARY SO NOT FOR CHILDRAN OR EASY SCARED HUMAN.

NEIR VILLAGE OF MACHINES LOT

9s had gived up yoha becuse of war and he did shameful thing and neded to get rid of the sin he had “i am going to john the church and redam myself” 9s shed and he had become prest of cathloc church and helped smal childran get to schol and old lady to walk the road and feeled good where life was to go.

but one day he gotted to church and notced the pastor was a MACHIEN LIFEFARM with the eyes and machine face “oh no machine lifeform had takened the peace of this nice villledge” he scream and runed out but then he notced entire vilage was machine lifefoam all along with mechine dautghers of parants and machines policecops macine bakers and even a machine lifrform nurse “they had takened over all things i must fight” sad 9s and he went to house to get his sword from bed “i did not want to use the tool of war but you let me no chance” he siad into battel and kill lots of machine lifefroms and set the villan on fire “you are mechines and made my life sin and now i am incel becuse of YOU I WILL REVENGE MY PEOPLE!” he scream and kill them all then walked into bathrom from silant hill and see mirror “no it can not be this” he said and his face was machine lifeform head and he was mechine lifeform “I AM LIFEFARM TOO?!!!!” he cryed becuase he was killing his own peop;e and was madness now

he was the true bad guy.

the end?

that was spook and remeamber not everyone is bad person becuse of who they look.

DOCTOR WHO NORDOLE BECOMES A DRACULA

nordole was in the tardes with doctor who who was the scotish one and not mccoys mcgin or tannant but peter one “where we going to now doctor” asked nordole “to vampire times to find goth stuff and find if the book was real” sai doctor who and they landed in transelvaina and got out and there was bats and scary and night time outside “realy spooky isnt it sir” nordole poited to him and doctor who node

nordole walk to castel and find a red poton “drink this and become eternel and night” it said on bottle and nordole drinked it “tastes like cherry” he said but then turned to fangs and clock that was long and black “i suddanly need blood i guess” said nordole and he flyed out the windoior and finded clora oswand “oh hello clora im a vampire now i guess thats a thing oh well thats life” said nordole and vited and put the vampire virus into her “you will be the 1st of mine brides and crete a vampire empire haha” nordole shed and doctor who was shock as he seened nordole now a vampire flyed away with his compandon clora “no my impassable girl i must shave her” said doctor man

then van helsings comed “a new dracule is here it was only maters of time but we can stop him and cure the vampire virus if he kill him before she becomes his vampire wife” and doctor who agred and they builded a sonic stake to kill nordole

in the castle nordole had thone room like dio from jojo and human cats and demons “i am a god now sir what are the odds but you having to die so now clora can be wife” he shed and used vampire electricty atack like the force but doctor who kil him with sonic stake and the curse was listed “clora you are safe but i am sory i coule not saving nordoles soul it is my curse” he shed

the end

that was scary vampires can be bad if you turn to one.

red wolf the darkness

red roof the avatar from sonic forces game was with his restance when new bad guy had comed “i must fight bad guys” said red wolf and he wented to fight but cheese man was there “join bad guys and you  can be rich and get away with breking laws” shed cheese man and he nodde and thats how he becomed bret kavantith and joined cheese man to take over white house and building new maga amerca and sonic was sad becuse red wolf hurt people and breked laws and used power for evil but it made sonic learn he had to sty good guy and not let power ruining.

the end

I HOP U ALL HAVE BEST HALOWEN AND NOT GET TO SCARY HAVE FUN FRIENDS AND FANS

#megamangx #fan fiction #NeiR Automata #neir #nier 9s #doctor who #nardole #clara oswald #sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces

[snowpatrolfanclubbrazil]

By Paul Mcnamee

Chasing Cars was the UK's most widely played song of the Noughties. But after global success, Snow Patrol have been quiet for seven years. Frontman Gary Lightbody was drawn into the 'dirt darkness' by drink and depression but now, he tells Paul McNamee, he's found his way home.

Gary Lightbody's moment came two years ago in a gym in Santa Monica. The Snow Patrol frontman has long had a reputation of indulging his appetites. But even he was going at in on a bigger scale, with a fierce, Valhallan vigour. The band's last tour had finished in late 2012.an then: "I started drinking." he says, "with a gusto that a professional boxer might train for a prize fight. It'd be mostly beer, I was quite a happy drunk. There was a hell of a lot of fun. Until it wasn't.

"I'd get to 2am sitting on my own, have a cry, and then a glass of something [stronger], I didn't have any relationships and I wasn't having sex either.I was very hermetic. Around 2015/2016 I was drinking every day and also I was hating it. I regret doing it even though I knew I was doing it out of compulsion" He was hitting the gym in the mornings to sweat it off. Then came the moment.

"I bent down to touch my toes and everything started spinning. It felt like the floor beneath me was moving. I thoughy it was an earthquake. But I kept going on. I phoned a friend who lived around the corner. I was like, 'Are we having an earthquake?' He said "Something's going on here'.

"I had a bunch of CT scans on my head. My whole head was infected - sinus, ears, eyes, everything. I'd been having styes and stuff on my eyes. Stick a teabag on it. This was the week before I was going to France to see Northen Ireland play in their first tournament i 30 years. I siad to the doctor, 'I'm flying to France in five days'. He's like, "No, you're not. If you fly with the air pressure it's feel like daggers ripping into your head'. I was still thinking maybe I'll be alright. I spoke to a friend, Gabrielle, an acupuncturist, an extraordinary human being. She'd been trying to get me to stop drinking for while..." So he stopped. Or at least, he began to stop. And in flooded the dark realities he'd been masking.

In recent weeks, as he's been working around the release of Wildness, Snow Patrol first album in seven years, Lightbody has started to talk for the first time about the mental health problems which have plagued him for year. ("I didn't talk about anything, nobody knew, the band didn't know.") Last year, after 12 months sober, came another key moment.

"Last summer", he says, "I thought I'd be relieved to get the album done. We'd just finished. But I wasn't. I was devasted. I'd opened a place in my psyche and I didn't know how to shut the door. It was like ark of the covenant was opened [from Raider Of The Lost Ark] and there were melting faces left and right and I didn't know how to shut the thing down. So instead of talking to somebody I tried to shut myself out. Let my own face melt. And the band knew something and they flew from London and arrived at the door and I broke down and told them everything. 

I have a depressive personality that has no relationship with reality. I could be having the best time on the surface and yet my depression goes 'You're still a cunt. Don't forget that. I'm dragging you down into the inkand the dirt and the darkness'. I could be playing to 15,000 people and three hours later be in a hotel room cruying on the floor. That's happened a bunch of times. The depression and the success have no relation to each other. It's just part of me. I've learned that rather than running from it, which you can never really do - you can have and turn and face it and look it in the eyes and say I'm not afraid of you any more".

And so he went home. Back to Northen Ireland, to North Down where he was brought up. It's the place he was desperate to leave in 1994, whe he ran to Dundee to star university, to start a band , to start years of chipping away with no success. Then he wrote Run and everything changed. 

It's easy, given their time away, to forget just how huge Snow Patrol were for a period from the mid to late Noughties, Nobody, really, was bigger. The song Chasing Cars, from fourth album Eyes Open, was picked up for UA his TV show Grey's Anatomy and propelled them to massive fame. Lightbody moved to Santa Monica around 2009. ("Soon as my feet hit the sand in Santa Monica something just hit and I thought, I want to live here") Recently he claimed he'd moved back to Northern Ireland because the band were getting ready to work again  and he needed to be near them. But it feels like the truth is little more complicated.

"You're right. There are quite few reasons. My dad isn't well, my mum isn't coping very well and my niece is going to be 11 in July, I've missed most of her life living in LA.

"And I missed home. It's a time in Northern Ireland as well when it feels like we're at a bit of a crossroads again. I felt a bit of a calling back here. Not that I figure I can help in any way, but I certainly won't feel connected if I'm 5,000 miles away I wanted to reconnect". We're meeting in the Crawfordsburn Inn, the picture post card hotel not far from Gary's shorefront home, overlooking Belfast Lough.

It feels timely. We meet on the 20th anniversay of a concert in Belfast's Waterfront Hall, hosted by U2, that helped deliver a huge Yes vote in the referendum for the Good Friday Agreement. In a nation where defiant, No's had been the lingua franca, a Yes was significant. A political statement and a cleansing.

On that day, John Hume and David Trimble were ushered onstage by Bono , a man with a keen eye for a moment, U2 sang Don't Let me Down. Ash were there too, being young and hopefull. Twenty years on, as Lightbody says, Northern Ireland is at a bit of a crossroads. And he's found his way home. The album, Wildness, is worth the wait. If Snow Patrol had touched on themes of running and movement in the past, Wildness has a leitmotif of finally settling; The word 'home' is laced throught several songs. Two tracks in particular illustrate what Snow Patrol can really do - the anthemic reach of the huge, wondroug openning track Life on Earth ( a track that took Gary five years to complete) and the intimancy of What If This Is All The Love You Ever Get?), a piece with just Gary on piano, a heartbreaker written for a friend going through a divorce. 

The song Soon marks another significant theme. It deal with Lightbody's father Jack's battle with Alzheimer's . It's a simple builder, full of grace note and sadness. There is a something quietly heroic in it. The video, filmed in Lightbody's apartment, sees him and his fater watching old home movies his dad recorded throught the years. As well as the sadness over what his father is losing, there is an understanding of a farewell to lost youth that the hopefulness of that other country is worth revisiting for both of them. "I love my dad," he says. "I have a lot of respect for him so I wanted to honour him, but at the same time I also have a lot of guilt for being away for most of my adult life. I don't just mean LA, I mean Glasgow, London,  or on tour constantly. And there is probably a place in my head where I go when I'm feeling somesick and that is both a place of calm and nostalgia and also a place of guilt and some shame.

"I've felt I've been running away most of the time from myself. So [he pauses]...someof the home references are me feeling disconnected rather than connected...feeling like I'd never really found a home. I never truly felt at home when I was growinh up in Northern Ireland. Then I left and never really felt at home anywhere else. And then I moved back to Northen Ireland and now I do feel at home here, but that has also coincided with me feeling at home inside my own body. Which was the whole problem the whole time. I wasn't comfortable with myself, I didn't like myself. So you have to figure that out before you can feel at home anywhere.

The band's influence and legacy go beyond their own work. They've helped shape the sounds that have become pervasive in post-millennial pop. Lightbody and band member Johnny McDaid have written with, among others, Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift and One Direction. Snow Patrol took Sheeran on the road in the States in 2011, helping him break through. They remain close. "Between myself and Johnny McDaid, we're written a lot of things for other pop acts, him more than me", he say. "I would say Ed came fully formed from his first album. He'd done the groundwork. All the grafting that you need to do, when you're a young band. He busked his ass off from the age of 15 on the streets of London, sleeping on his mate's couch. He had turned up to gigs and said to promoter, can you give me 15 minutes after the doors open. And promoters say aye. That's how he started. He grafted harder and still does to this day - harder than anyone I know. Sheeran's returning the favour, taking the the band on an American tour autumn. 

Refusing to accept Snow Patrol as fountainheads of a sound, Lightbody says they are more like Zelig, "probably bystanders". One got away, though. Mutual friend James Corden introduced Lightbody to Adele. 

"It happened to be a birthday of somebody that James and Adele knew...and I sat down with her and she said when are we going to do [a song]. We did two days - Adele, Johnny McDaid and me - the bones of three really amazing fucking songs. But we never got round to finishing it. And then the album came out and obviously we weren't on it."

While his own album has just come out, there is already preassure to get busy on the next. Long time producer, friend and mentor Garret "Jacknife" Lee has been in touch ("he says we need to get cracking on the next one"). For now, ahead of their own arena tour in the winter, Lightbody is learning to cope, listening to podcasts ("StuffyouShouldKnow from HowStuffWorks is my favourite one") and Bon Iver ("I think he's the finest songwriter alive") and working things out. 

"Me, now not drinking, I like myself but I'm socially awkward, I'd rather be sitting with bandmates, my family. I'm 41. I know what I want.

  And that is? 

"Peace I want to make sure that every day of my life I take a moment and realise eveything is calmer. I've learned how to meditate, learned how to do Qigong. Learned a whole load of practices that I do every day. They mitigate the madness. The greatest thing I ever did for my own emotional wellbeing was to talk."

And if we went back 20 years, and said here are the successes, here are the demands it'll make on you mentally, personally, physically - would you have taken it? "I would have taken it for half the successes I can't believe what happened to us. I still can't believe when I look back at  it, at  everything that is successful that has been good. At everything that is still happening. It is a dream, It's a bloody dream."

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