August Rush - Day Eight
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1_million_wordsWe're at midweek already! It's a scorcher in my neck of the woods; the perfect day to stay inside in the air conditioning and be creative. Hope you are all having fun! Here are your next set of photos for August Rush -- now go forth and create alllll the things!
Angel - Spike
Avengers – Bruce Banner
Teen Wolf – The Sheriff
X-Men
Sense8 - Wolfgang
Star Trek Voyager
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Angel - Spike
Avengers – Bruce Banner
Teen Wolf – The Sheriff
X-Men
Sense8 - Wolfgang
Star Trek Voyager
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Date: 2016-08-10 04:19 pm (UTC)Wolfie icon!
Have a drabble in mind for later!
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Date: 2016-08-11 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-08-10 08:26 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/7734319
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Date: 2016-08-10 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-11 01:32 am (UTC)caption for Voyager pic
Date: 2016-08-10 11:47 pm (UTC)Tom: "Captain Proton's not going to be able to save the day this time, is he?"
B'Elanna: "What about Tom Paris?" ("Thirty Days")
Re: caption for Voyager pic
Date: 2016-08-11 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-11 01:59 am (UTC)If The Shoe Fits
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Date: 2016-08-23 02:44 am (UTC)And just because, a drabble too.
”You just don't believe. Mom would have believed me.”
Stiles’ words echoed in John’s head the whole way to the school. The sharp tang of hurt rolled off Stiles and hit the Sheriff in the dead center of his chest, just as painful as a bullet.
Claudia would have believed Stiles, would have at least been patient and listened to everything he had to say before snapping. No, she wouldn’t have snapped. When it came to Stiles Claudia had the patience of a saint.
John thought back to when Stiles was born and how Claudia would whisper things he didn’t understand in Polish against Stiles’ skin. Sealed each murmur with a kiss like a blessing. When her mother came to visit and meet Stiles she did the same thing and together they’d watch over him while they spoke the words, in a language John never wanted to learn until then.
In bed one night John asked her what she was saying during those quiet moments. She was quiet and so still that he was sure she’d fallen asleep.
“You would fight with steel and fire to protect him from all the bad you see, I know that,” she finally said softly, barely above a whisper in the dark of their bedroom. “The words I speak are my protection for him, against everything you can’t.”
John never asked her what she meant and now he knew why.
Standing in front of Miss Blake, or what called itself Miss Blake, he realized he wasn’t ready.
And now it was too late.
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Date: 2016-08-26 01:59 pm (UTC)