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comment_fic..........Now it's time for the free for all!
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:04 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean Winchester or Sam Winchester vs anyone who hurt the other, I'm coming for you and I'm making war
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:04 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Cain and Abel’s cursed bloodline will end with them
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:05 am (UTC)Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester,
Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith
Is when it’s tested again and again everyday
I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they’re my sutures
I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass)
I try to picture me without you but I can’t
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:05 am (UTC)Animorphs, author's choice, what the history books say about Rachel
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-10 06:50 am (UTC)Animorphs, the team, they were all so very young
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Date: 2018-02-10 11:26 am (UTC)Going back to a tender age
So full of confusion and rage
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt
Someone says, "Time heals the hurt
Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on."
Joshua Kadison, "Mama's Arms".
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Date: 2018-02-10 12:47 pm (UTC)MLD: Fatherhood Is Magic (Dresden Files) 1/2
Date: 2018-02-11 04:47 am (UTC)I knew as I walked through Executive Priority that I did not look like a picture of wizardly power and prowess. My hair was a mess that only the most generous could call bedhead, shadows hung under my eyes like weights, and I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten something that didn't come in shiny pre-packaging. I didn't want to be at the health spa. I wanted to be home, where I matched the décor, and where I could curl up in bed with the rest of my family.
Unfortunately, I owed Marcone a favor and he had gotten it into his head that he wanted to know what had caused nearly forty city blocks to loose power for about an hour last night and I happened to know that it had been me. Well, me and the damn pack of fulgervores that some little idiot with too much free time and not nearly enough parental supervision had summoned.
Who sells second hand grimoires, anyway? Who buys them?! Dumbasses, that's who.
In sum; I'd had a long night, there was a puppy sized weight burning a hole in my pocket, and Marcone's smug scumminess was the cherry on the shit tuesday.
"Harry," Marcone looked up in feigned concern as I entered his office behind my escorts. Who were probably actual escorts. The girls' teeth were like too perfect pearls as they smiled and bounced away, task complete. "You really should take advantage of the amenties provided by your membership. I daresay the sauna alone-"
"Up yours, John." I didn't mean to growl the last, it just sort of came out, and it wasn't lost on me how the only ones still in the room were Marcone, his red haired attack dog, and Swordsinger Barbie. "Like I told you on the phone, it was nothing. I handled it. Case closed."
Marcone leaned back in his chair with a demenor so slick it didn't even squeak. He folded his hands together over his chest, fist cupped in a palm, and stared at me for a moment as if expecting more of a rant. He didn't get one. I just wanted to get gone. "While generally belive in autonomy-" I scowled at the man's choice of words. "-and to each their own baliwick, your business crossed over into mine last night. It resulted in some, shall we say, rather abrupt business negotiations."
"My heart bleeds."
"It isn't unreasonable to request-"
Marcone's voice was cut off by the high pitched warble of a dragonet in distress. I hissed out a rather ludicrious explitive and reached into my duster pocket with my gloved hand. Puff's long, gray neck twisted around my hand leaving a trail of snot nearly as gray as the dragon himself. I cradled him to my chest like a baby as he warbled. The talking had probably woken him up.
He didn't look as pathetic as he had earlier in the week, but I wasn't a dragon and I wasn't prepared to risk leaving him alone with two other siblings who's natural instincts upon smelling weakness were to go for the throat.
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Date: 2018-02-10 12:48 pm (UTC)Fill: Iron Bull/m!Trevelyan - "The Strongest Person He Knows"
Date: 2018-02-10 06:52 pm (UTC)__________
Maxwell stood in the middle of the room he and Iron Bull were staying in, wielding his new staff in his right hand, looking at it. It was better than his last one, that was clear, but it felt so much different. Its weight was unfamiliar, and even if Dalish, who had kept insisting that she didn't know much about staves herself but knew some people who did, had told him that it would fit him better, he still had a difficult time dealing with the fact that he needed a new staff now that he had to wield one with his right hand only.
How could he get over the loss of a hand? Every time he looked at his arm, moved it, or took his clothes off, he remembered what had happened. Everything was taking him twice as long now, and it made him feel irritated with himself. Neither Bull nor the Chargers pitied him, never made him feel like he was hopeless, and yet, he couldn't help feeling useless.
"Kadan?"
Maxwell turned his head away from the door, only then realizing that his eyes were burning. He walked up to the bed and put the staff on top of the covers, hoping that Bull didn't notice how red his eyes were.
"I was just leaving everything I had bought. I'll be with you in a minute," Maxwell said, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky as he thought it did.
Just as he was putting away the new amulets he had acquired, he heard Bull walking up to him and then a pair of strong arms was wrapped around his middle.
"Want to talk about it?"
Of course Bull would ask that. He always knew whenever something was bothering Maxwell. Bull's voice was gentle, and his presence grounding. It felt so right to just lean back against the solid body behind him, so that was what Maxwell did.
"I just..." he sighed, not knowing how to answer such a questions. What was he supposed to say? That he felt useless? That the Chargers didn't need him?
"You're the strongest person I know, Kadan," Bull said firmly, and the confidence with which he said that made Maxwell close his eyes tighter. "After everything you went through you haven't given up and you’re here.”
“Bull…”
“You’re a fighter. You train harder than everyone else, and you don’t let anyone bring you down,” Bull continued, his lips brushing the top of Maxwell’s head, fingers of one hand caressing Maxwell’s skin through the material of his shirt. “You take my breath away.”
Maxwell turned around, his eyes still closed, and hid his face in Bull’s chest right away. As Bull’s arms tightened around him, Maxwell tried to calm his breathing.
“I’m sorry…”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Bull said quietly, making Maxwell exhale quietly.
“I… I don’t think I could do this without you.”
“You could. I know you could.”
“Thank you for being here, Bull.”
“Always, Kadan. Always.”
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Date: 2018-02-10 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-10 03:26 pm (UTC)I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship, we headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
(Styx)
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Date: 2018-02-10 03:29 pm (UTC)We'll chase our dreams standing on our own
Over the horizon to the great unknown
(Muppet Treasure Island)
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Date: 2018-02-10 03:31 pm (UTC)Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
(Christopher Cross)
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Date: 2018-02-10 03:36 pm (UTC)He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
(Looking Glass)
FILL: Mortal Kombat, Hanzo Hasashi/Kenshi Takahashi, A Short Visit
Date: 2018-09-09 05:50 pm (UTC)It was still early in the morning, the sun rising making the sky different shades of pink and orange. It was a beautiful sight, but Hanzo's attention was on the man currently walking up the steps of the temple.
"Master Hasashi," Kenshi greeted, giving a short bow.
Hanzo couldn't help but smile. "I wasn't expecting you today."
"I was in the area and thought I would stop by before reporting back to General Blade."
"So you're not staying long?" Hanzo asked, trying to hide the disappointment he felt. Kenshi never stuck to one place for long, and though Hanzo would never ask him to stay, there was still part of him that wanted to be selfish.
"I'm afraid not," Kenshi answered, following Hanzo when the man gently tugged on his arm. They walked through the temple doors where they could hear the other clan members as they trained or socialized. "Is Takeda here?"
"You've just missed him," Hanzo said, leading Kenshi towards the training room so he could observe the new recruits. "He left last night. He was meeting Jacqui for a vacation. Your son has good taste. I like her."
"He's just as much your son as mine, Hanzo," Kenshi replied, pulling a wrapped box out of his bag and handing it over.
Hanzo accepted the box, ripping the wrapping off of it. "And what have you brought me from your travels this time?"
"I was in Germany a few weeks ago on a mission, I thought I would bring you back some chocolate."
Hanzo shook his head and smiled. "Thank you, but you know gifts can weigh you down on missions, Kenshi."
"Not that kind of mission, Hanzo," Kenshi said, turning his head in the direction of the clash of swords near them. "Information gathering, blind men draw far less attention than others."
"You draw attention anywhere you go."
"In civilian glasses and clothes I don't," Kenshi said, linking one arm with Hanzo's. "Perhaps we could talk over breakfast?"
"How long will are you staying?" Hanzo asked, leading him away from the training room.
"I need to depart in the morning," Kenshi answered with a sigh. After a moment he turned his head towards Hanzo and smiled. "But for now I'm all yours."
Hanzo smiled, he would gladly take any time Kenshi would give him. "I have missed you, Kenshi."
"I missed you too."
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Date: 2018-02-10 06:59 pm (UTC)Question?
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