#alternative answer? jello shots

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

what is the most mad scientist food?

joker mush

[deadlyflan]

Figuring out the OCs from an as-yet-unpublished TMNT fanfic. Come meet my AU.

October 1 - Journey - 1,635 words. Donatello. Helen. Rated G.

A formal knock and a nervous voice pulled Donatello from his work in the barn.

“May I come in?” It was one of the girls. Well, probably all of the girls. They didn’t go anywhere without one another even now. The side door on the barn stayed shut. They were legitimately waiting for permission.

“Come on in.” Donatello turned off the propane to his blowtorch. He wouldn’t be shaping sheet metal or piping while the girls were in the barn. A ringing hammer would kill the conversation. He pushed back his goggles and peeled off his homemade workman’s gloves. Stepping around the beginnings of his geothermal heating system, he wiped his brow with the edge of his canvas apron and pulled up in surprise. It was just Helen.

“Helen? Is something wrong?” Donatello snagged his bo staff, ready to take off towards the farm house immediately.

“No.” The turtle woman toyed miserably with the edge of her oversized sweatshirt. “Yes. But no.” Her bald head alternately shook and nodded; the faint striping on her cheeks contorted with her distress.

“Okay.” Donatello spun through a quick assessment. She wasn’t out of breath, so she hadn’t run down to the barn. But she was at the barn alone��Helen and her sisters were never alone. It absolutely terrified them. Some more than others, but still, they had to be line of sight with another sister or there was crying. Speaking of crying, Helen had started sniffling. Okay, something was wrong. “Here, pull up a seat.”

Helen scrubbed her face on her sleeve viscously and slunk over to one of his pair of work stools.

Donatello hopped up on his own and waited for her.

Her boot raised and lowered a few times in confusion and she scowled at the stool.

He realized the problem pretty quickly. “If you spin the seat clockwise, it should lower.”

None of the girls were athletic or even very coordinated. Yet another holdover from being raised in a laboratory: not much in the way of sports education. Add in Helen’s petite frame? She might be five foot in her boots. Maybe.

Still, he wasn’t Michelangelo, to go lifting and moving the girls like they were children. That wouldn’t help them. They were adults. They deserved the respect of equals. Everything was an opportunity to learn and Donatello had always learned best by doing.

Several squeaky revolutions later, Helen had hauled herself up onto the stool. She huffed and picked at the loose bolts on his work bench.

“You came down to the barn by yourself?” Donatello wanted to take the opportunity to praise her—encourage her, anyways. Independence was a horribly difficult thing to learn as a 19 year old. She deserved to celebrate the big steps.

She stared back at him and her beautiful face smushed up like a green tomato. “They were so mean to me!!” She sucked in a huge gulp of air and quickly shook her head. “No. No. They weren’t mean. They weren’t mean. They’re good girls! We’re good—They were—they just didn’t listen to me!” She tried to pull her knees up to her chest, felt the stool wobble and gripped the work table. She hunched over and pulled her sweatshirt down over her knees instead. “Th-They always lis-sten to me!”

Ah. Sister dynamics. Remarkably similar to brother dynamics, but distorted by their lifetime in captivity. Donatello picked his words carefully. “What did they not want to listen about?”

“They didn’t want to take a bath at b-bath time.” Helen’s face read of utter betrayal. The schedule was sacred. “M-Michelamj—My.Kell.Angie. MICHEAL. AN. JELLO,” she staggered through his full name, and somehow still made it sound contemptible. “He said we were going to get dirty in--in--in the kitchen anyways and should bathe afterwards! Even Dinah agreed!” Oh, that must have been a blow to her ego. Dinah never disagreed with the schedule or with Helen.

Donatello bit his lower lip. This was wonderfully low stakes. No one was bleeding. The world wasn’t ending. He knew she didn’t think this was funny. He wasn’t going to laugh at her. She was genuinely upset. Relief was already flooding through him, though, and she was still crying. Terribly unfair of him, really.

She stared at him, waiting for him to agree that Mikey’s plan was obviously madness. “Who w-wants a bunch of d-dirty turtles handling the food?!”

“I’m sure he had everyone wash their hands, Helen.” Donatello fought the corners of his mouth. He would not smile.

“I know! I know! But if we wait to shower, w-we’ll use all the hot water when you all need it for your sh-showers after practice!" She bounced her fist on the work table. "And I-I h-had t-treats for them,” she started strong, but trailed off in a mumble because she wasn’t supposed to be stashing food ‘treats’ for her sisters outside of the kitchen. It brought ants. And mice.

Donatello bit back a sigh and let the ‘treats’ pass. He and his brothers had had food caches all over the place when they were younger and food was harder to come by. It was habit that came with food insecurity and fear for the next meal. Not something that could be undone overnight. Really, Helen had been doing better. Or hiding it better. But trust had to go two ways, so, as far as he knew, she had been doing better.

“So, if I understand correctly, you came down here to the barn, by yourself, because your sisters listened to Michelangelo’s suggestion that they postpone bath time until after they made a mess of themselves and the kitchen?”

Helen nodded and wiped her face on her sleeve again.

“Did you take a bath on your own, then? Since they chose not to bathe right away?”

“No! I don’t want to take a bath alone!! I don’t want to be alone!” She sat up straight, popping her knees back out from under the sweatshirt.

Donatello held up his hands in a gesture of peace. “But you walked down here. By yourself. Alone.” He watched understanding dawn on her features. They smoothed out as her mouth opened and her brows rose. “That was a brave choice.”

Helen blinked at him owlishly, her giant honey-brown eyes, rimmed in red from crying. She sniffed to clear congestion from her nose. “I…?”

“Chose. You chose to come down here on your own.” Donatello let himself smile a little.

“Like how my sisters chose to listen to Michealanjello?” She frowned and pulled her sleeves down over her hands.

Donatello shrugged, but didn’t contradict her.

“This is. This is what April and Master Splinter were talking about, isn’t it?” She almost whispered as she put the pieces together. “Learning to make decisions?” She swallowed thickly. “I thought it was a weird thing to talk about. We answer questions and make decisions all the time. But they meant. … decisions by— or for— or alone. Ourselves.” She considered the revelation with a pensive flick at the bolts on his table. “I … I don’t like it.”

Not what he’d been expecting to hear. “Don’t like it?”

“They chose Michealanjello over me! I don’t like it!” Helen’s light yellow stripes bunched righteously between her brows. She deflated. “I chose you over them, though. I. I left them behind.”

“Hmm. I think it’s not quite that dire, Helen. Mikey’s suggestion was solid. I’ve seen what he kind of a mess he can make in a kitchen. And, for what it’s worth, there would be plenty of time for the hot water to refill before after-practice showers. Though it was nice of you to think of us.” Donatello took a shot in the dark. “I would bet your sisters didn’t know about the treats?”

She wouldn’t make eye contact.

“Right. So they made their best judgement based on what they knew. That isn’t choosing one person over another.” He swiveled a little and eyed the geothermal heater panel to gauge where he had left off. “They probably miss having you up there. Michelangelo too.” Even if she kept getting his name wrong, or maybe because she kept getting his name wrong, his brother adored having Helen around.

“But I’m here. Away from them. By choice.” Helen’s eyes filled up again, but the pending tears were guilty. She’d abandoned them.

Donatello cocked his head to the side. “It can be helpful to get away from siblings sometimes. Vent your feelings a bit. Talk about what’s bothering you. You can always go back when you feel better. I don’t think you chose me over them so much as you chose not to be upset directly at them while you were keyed up. That’s still a good sister thing to do.”

He could see a few places on the metal where he got the angles wrong. He would have to reheat those elements and shape them correctly before he went much further.

Helen sat in silence on the stool for while before sliding off. She closed the distance between them and gripped his forearm just before he could pull on his working glove. Her three fingers squeezed a light staccato pattern on his skin. One of the girls’ silent signals, but Donatello didn’t know this one. The girls rarely used their secret language overtly, and Donatello swallowed with a the sudden knot of implied trust tightening his chest. That had meant something, hadn’t it?

“Thank you.” She let go. “I choose to go back to the house.” Her delicate chin rose with determination and she smiled just enough for her dimples to peek at him. Those dimples were criminally unfair. No wonder Mike put up with her butchering his name.

“Alone?” he asked.

Helen hesitated, but took a deep breath and confidently stated, “Yes.”

After the barn was quiet, he found himself wishing he’d chosen to go with her.

~~~end scene~~~

@oc-growth-and-development

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[skin--slave]

Marilyn Manson Albums as Jello Shot Recipes

Portrait Of An American Family:

2 pkg shoplifted jello, red or purple

2 cups water

1 cup pineapple vodka from the bottle dad keeps in the garage

Microwave one cup of water in a yellow Tupperware bowl for 2 minutes. Burn hands taking it out. Dump jello powder in. Stir until dissolved. Pour vodka in. Get a huge hit of alcohol vapor in the face. Put lid on container and put a piece of masking tape on it that says "Brussels sprouts." Refrigerate in the crisper under the celery until 2am. Add remaining cup of water to the vodka bottle and put it back. Enjoy lumpy sludge from permanently-stained bowl in the dark while playing air guitar along with your Walkman.

Smells Like Children:

1 pkg lime jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup hot tap water

1/4 cup Rebel Yell whiskey

1/4 cup cherry brandy

1/2 cup beer

Don't bother heating the water. It's probably hot enough. Add jello and gelatin. Stir. Realize it's not hot enough, but refuse to heat it up. Let it sit on the counter while you collect the other ingredients. Stir some more. Add alcohol. Keep stirring. Note that it's now a disgusting greenish brown and smells like a public men's room. Put the bowl in the refrigerator with no lid. Go out with friends and vandalize things. Come home drunk. Wake up with empty bowl beside you in bed.

Antichrist Superstar:

1 pkg cherry jello

1 pkg grape Flavor Aid

1 bottle (750ml) Taaka vodka

Open bottle. Carefully add jello and drink powder. Cover mouth of bottle with thumb. Shake vigorously until mixture turns black. Chug half. Pour remaining half on self. Throw bottle into the crowd.

Mechanical Animals:

1 pkg orange jello

1 pkg peach jello

1 cup water

1 and 1/4 cup Everclear, divided

1 can Mandarin oranges

Whipped cream

Plastic wine glasses

Run water through hotel coffee maker. Add jello to carafe. Stir until dissolved. Let mixture cool to room-temperature. Meanwhile, drain orange segments and pat dry on a white bathroom towel. Give zero fucks about the orange stains. Put oranges in a paper coffee cup and pour 1/4 cup Everclear over. Jerk off while they steep. Add remaining liquor to carafe and stir. Divide infused orange segments between glasses. Pour jello mix over the top. Place in hotel refrigerator until after the show. Enjoy jello and very impressed groupies with whipped cream.

Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death):

1 pkg instant chocolate pudding

1 cup chocolate liquor

1 cup milk

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water

1/4 cup coffee liquor

Plastic cups

Whisk milk and chocolate liquor until well blended. Add pudding mix and continue whisking until completely dissolved. Pour pudding into cups, leaving ample headroom. Refrigerate at least 30 mins. Sprinkle gelatin over water in heat-safe container. Let stand at least 10 minutes while watching the news. Heat gelatin mixture until melted. Stir to dissolve. Set container in fridge to cool. Read the newspaper. Add coffee liquor to gelatin mixture. Pour over pudding in cups. Refrigerate 2hrs or until high school lets out. Enjoy the juxtaposition of childhood desserts with the bitterness and poison of adulthood.

The Golden Age Of Grotesque:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/4 cup gin

1/2 cup champagne

2 Tbs fresh lemon juice

2 Tbs simple syrup

Individual half-sphere molds

Fresh lemon zest, black edible glitter and sugared violets for garnish

Sprinkle gelatin over water in a bain-marie (or a double boiler if you're poor). Let stand 10 minutes while you pick out your eye shadow. Heat gradually, stirring to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add lemon juice, simple syrup, gin and champagne. Pour into half-sphere molds and refrigerate until firm (about 3 hours or as long as it takes to do your makeup). Carefully unmold. Press the base into black edible glitter and arrange on a serving platter. Top each with lemon zest and a single violet. Enjoy with people who deserve you.

Eat Me, Drink Me:

1 pkg strawberry jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1 cup Kraken black rum

Fresh strawberries

Dipping chocolate, optional

Using a strawberry huller or paring knife, carefully cut the centers from strawberries. Hollow each berry out to mirror the hole in your heart. Save tops. Place each berry in a small paper cup to hold upright. Heat water and add gelatin to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add rum and stir well. Transfer to a container with a spout for ease of pouring. Carefully fill each berry with gelatin mixture, just as your life is filled with failures and disappointments. Replace tops to hide the darkness. Refrigerate until firm, crying as necessary. Dip berries in chocolate if desired. Serve to those who have hurt you so that they can know what it is to find the inevitable black center of every romance.

The High End Of Low:

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 cup water, divided

1 bottle (750ml) alcohol of choice

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate coffee mugs. Wonder why you own coffee mugs when you don't drink coffee. Overthink that as a metaphor for life. Realize the water's getting cold. Add 1 jello pkg to each. Stir slowly, watching the granules try to dissolve. What's that sound? Answer the phone. Insist that you're fine. Go back to staring at the jello mixtures. Absently add one to the other, playing with the colors. Decide to see how the mixture looks on a canvas. Take the bottle with you. Close the door. Stay there for 3 days. Do not enjoy it.

Born Villain:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/2 cup Smirnoff vodka, any flavor

2-3 tsp each magnesium citrate, pickle or sauerkraut juice, Sprite, liquid sweetener, salt water, Tabasco, clam juice, apple or grape juice, clear liquors in various flavors

1 pkg (4 colors: red, blue, yellow, green) liquid food coloring

Small paper cups

Twister spinner

Sprinkle gelatin over water in glass 2-cup measuring cup. Let stand 10 minutes. Microwave 1 minute. Stir to dissolve. Let cool slightly. Meanwhile, add 1 tsp of an assorted liquid to each cup. Arrange randomly on a table. Add vodka to gelatin mixture and stir. Pour into prepared cups. Add a drop of food coloring to each cup, alternating colors. Stir each with a toothpick. Refrigerate 2 hours or until set. Invite people over. Take turns spinning and choosing shots. Wait for someone to vomit or shit their pants. Call it performance art. Enjoy thourally.

The Pale Emperor:

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water, divided

4 sugar cubes or 4 tsp sugar

1/2 cup Powers Irish whiskey

16 dashes Agnostura bitters

1 tsp orange zest, optional

Sprinkle gelatin over 1/4 cup water. Let stand 10 minutes. Heat remaining water. Add sugar and stir to dissolve. Don't worry if there are some granules left. You're a grown man. Add hot syrup to gelatin mixture. Stir to dissolve gelatin. Add orange zest if desired. Stir in whiskey and bitters. Refrigerate until set. Enjoy alone while taking stock of your life and feeling good about your accomplishments.

Heaven Upside Down:

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 cup water, divided

2/3 cup decent vodka, divided

6-10 ice cubes

Gold edible glitter

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate containers. Add one pkg of jello to each. Stir well and let cool. Lightly oil a standard loaf pan and place in the freezer to chill. Add 1/3 cup vodka to each cooled gelatin mixture. Stir well. Add 3-5 ice cubes to each bowl and stir until ice melts. Gelatin should be thickened but not set. Spoon randomly into chilled pan. Tap bottom of pan against counter to reduce air pockets. Refrigerate 1 hr or until set. Unmold onto a platter and slice. Sprinkle with glitter. Enjoy with loyal friends.

[akajustjessicajones]

AKA Aren’t Relationships Great? || Dadssica

summary: daisy is sick and trish is detoxing, and jessica’s had better weeks. phil comes over to give her a hand -- and some very welcome good news. (this is set some time ago, obviously pre-trish getting shot and all)

featuring: @coulsonsshield

mentioning: @akatrishtalks @daisycjohnson @melindaofshield

trigger warnings: illness, addiction discussion, murder mentions, nothing too graphic

PHIL: Daisy's fever wasn't getting better, but it wasn't getting worse, and for that reason Phil was a little relieved. He'd been spending every minute alternatively worrying about Daisy, making sure Jessica actually took care of herself, and spending as much time as possible with Melinda. Daisy was sleeping off some of the fever discomfort, so he'd made himself and Jessica coffee and was sitting in her apartment.

JESSICA: Jessica felt like her entire body was made of jello. She hadn't trusted herself to sleep since Daisy had wandered off to Matt's, so she was grateful to smell the coffee. "Thanks," she murmured, taking a seat at her kitchen table. "Hasn't SHIELD invented a way to pump coffee directly to the brain, or is that next week's agenda?"

PHIL: He chuckled. "We did have a design for that actually, but then Clint Barton got his hands on it, and... Well, let's just say those plans were scrapped." He commented with a grin, slowly drinking his own cup. "Besides, I like the taste." He added. "How are you feeling?"

JESSICA: "The arrow guy?" Jessica murmured, sipping her coffee. She eyed his grin suspiciously. "Not as good as you apparently," she noted, arching a brow. "What's going on?"

PHIL: "Yeah, good friend of mine. You'd like him." He said. He shrugged. "Not much. Can't I just enjoy your company?" He asked.

JESSICA: "I don't like anyone," Jessica replied, with a tired smirk. "And no one enjoys my company, or that coffee, this much."

PHIL: “You’re probably right. I mean, May hates coffee. Like, really hates it.” He said, partly avoiding the topic because the relationship was new and he didn’t know how much he wanted to share, and partly because Jessica was fun to mess with.

JESSICA: "I've noticed," Jessica said. She was a still a PI after all. Noticing things was her job. Like how his voice changed just a little, his whole body relaxing at the mention of May. There was definitely something he wasn't saying. "You do remember how good I am at getting the answers I want, right?" she teased lightly. "Don't make me stalk your apartment to figure out what's got you in a good mood for once."

PHIL: “I’m always in a good mood, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said. “Besides, you might not like what you see if you do that. For all you know, I have a bunch of bodies hidden in my closet.” He joked. “Also I have two highly trained agents living with me so you’d probably get caught, as good as you are.”

JESSICA: "I've already found the skeletons. And your Captain America shrine. Making it out of used chewing gum was a bold choice," she quipped. "Two? I had no idea you swung that way, Coulson."

PHIL: He rolled his eyes at her antics. “Yeah, not into Natasha, thank you very much.”

JESSICA: Jessica paused, a small smirk on her face. "That's the closest I've ever heard you come to admitting you are into May. Congrats, this is a big step for you."

PHIL: He smiled, leaning back comfortably. “Yes. The closest you’ve heard.”

JESSICA: Jessica leaned back too, coffee forgotten, arms crossed over her chest. "Spill," she demanded, not willing to believe it until she heard the words.

PHIL: "Jessica, why would you want me to spill coffee in your home?" He asked with a sardonic grin, enjoying teasing this. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

JESSICA: "Coulson," Jessica said slowly. "I have superstrength, anger management issues, and at least four days of sleep deprivation. I will stuff you into a cupboard if I have to."

PHIL: He sighed. "I kissed Melinda and told her how I felt." He said. "Two nights ago. So far things are... Really amazing." He said unable to hide a very happy grin. "I'm waiting until Daisy is better to tell her, I know she'll want to be able to understand it when she finds out.

JESSICA: Trish would've hugged him. Daisy would have at least squealed. Jessica wasn't that person, but something settled in the pit of her stomach, a satisfying sensation, like a puzzle piece snapping into place. It just felt right. She nodded at his explanation - Daisy deserved to hear it when she could really enjoy it. As for Jessica, she just smiled at him. "'Bout damn time."

PHIL: He chuckled. “Or I did it so you would stop harassing me about it.” He commented. “And you’ll regret being happy when I start insisting on double dates.”

JESSICA: "You did it because your eyeballs practically fall out of your head when she walks in the room,"Jessica countered." Double dates with my girlfriend's parents? I can safely say that's not a situation I'd envisioned ending up in. Ever."

PHIL: “That’s rather graphic. Accurate, but graphic.” He said. “I know. But you’re going to do it. Charades night, too. The whole nine yards.” He said, laughing and looking at her more seriously. “You’re stuck with us and we won’t let you be alone.”

JESSICA: "Oh, am I? Remind me, which one of us can dangle the other out the window?" She had a while slew of other 'threats' lined up, but his next words made her pause. She glanced back towards her room where Daisy was sleeping. "Might not be up to you," she murmured. "But it's good. For you and May, I'm – I'm really happy for both of you."

PHIL: "We're really happy too. And, for all you know, I could do that." He said smirking and sighing, looking at Daisy and taking Jessica's hand. "You know I care about you even without Daisy, right?" He asked gently. "Even if - god forbid - we lost her, or you two broke up - you wouldn't just lose us. We'd still love you."

JESSICA: "Try it, see what happens. You'll find yourself missing another hand," Jessica replied. She was still looking back at Daisy's distant silhouette, a shadow at the end of the hall, so Coulson's hand on hers took her by surprise. A few months ago, she might've jumped, but not now, even as tired and stressed as she was. She just squeezed back, maybe a little awkwardly. "I spend most of my time thinking about the worst possible scenarios. Looking for the worst parts of people. But I don't want to do that right now," she said, looking down at their hands. "I don't want to think about losing her, or losing any of you. I just –" She took a breath, squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I'm gonna pretend I'm a lot more hopeful than I am. After all, hell might've frozen over, since you're finally hooking up with May. Who knows what else could happen?"

PHIL: He laughed. "I wouldn't call it hooking up, Jessica." He said, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "I think we're too old for that. Not all of us are young and superpowered like the two of you. But it is nice." He said shaking his head fondly. "Anything else going on for you, at least?"

JESSICA: "You want me to call it making love?" she asked, pulling her hand out of his grasp. (It was a little too weird to hold his hand while talking about his sex life.) "Trish is getting clean. Again. The timing is phenomenal – the other night, I had her on the couch and Daisy in the bed. What's SHIELD's policy on PTO?"

PHIL: “Is that what hooking up means? I thought it just meant sex without a relationship.” He commented. “And we haven’t yet. Like I said, this just happened the other night - we haven’t even gone on a real date yet.” He said. “Depends on the person. For you it wouldn’t be too difficult but we wouldn’t want it to be too long, so you don’t fall behind in training.”

JESSICA: "Depends on who you ask. Pro-tip, do not ask the hookers on 47th – there's some things you can never unhear." She drained the rest of her coffee, and gave him a playful look. "And here I thought the built-up sexual tension would've sped things along," she quipped. She nodded. "I just want to make sure they're both okay. It might be a couple of days."

PHIL: He grimaced. "I'll keep that in mind." He said, rolling his eyes at her comment. "Sorry to inform you, but I like a little romancing first." He joked, sipping his drink slowly and nodding. "Take all the time you need, in that case."

JESSICA: Jessica couldn't help but smile, remembering how she said something similar once. "I'll pass that along to May. Tell her to take you to some fancy goddamn restaurant," she said, rubbing her eyes. She glanced over at Coulson, her gaze locking on his. "They're gonna be okay, right?" She hated how plaintive her voice sounded, but she needed the reassurance.

PHIL: "Make sure she does that. And buys me dinner first." He joked, glancing down the hall and sighing as he worried about Daisy. "If she dies before finding out about May and I, she'll be pissed. I think she's too stubborn for that. And as for Trish... She's tough. I think she can handle herself."

JESSICA: "Knowing you, it'll be expensive, look pretty on the plate, and be finished in one bite," she joked. She could see the worry on his face, a mirror image of her own fear, but his words steeled her. "She is pretty stubborn," she admitted quietly. Daisy would pull through this, she had to believe that. Trish... was more complicated. "She killed my mom," she said suddenly, biting her lip. "It... Was a complicated situation. I've always helped her through this before, but that – it's harder now." She paused a moment, sighing heavily. "Does that make me a terrible person?"

PHIL: He grimaced and shook his head. “Of course not. You still care about her, and that’s what matters. But I think you’re an amazing person, if it helps at all.”

JESSICA: Jessica wasn't convinced, and it probably showed on her face. She looked past him, towards the closet where her family's ashes lay. "It feels like I'm betraying her," she said softly.

PHIL: Coulson sighed, finishing his cup. "I don't know how much you know about recent goings on with SHIELD, before I came to New York - but my old injury, from Loki? It came back to me and I was dying. Willing to die. Daisy and May were desperate to save me... And the cure Daisy found, although we didn't end up using it on me, included DNA from her own mother." He said.

"Jiaying wasn't a good woman, but she once had been, and in her way she loved Daisy. And I can't speak for her, but... I'd like to think she'd have wanted Daisy to be happy, when she was her proper self, because that's what parents do. Even if that happiness meant being around me, someone she didn't care for." He said. "Your mother would hopefully feel the same about you and Trish."

JESSICA: Jessica clenched her jaw, tighter and tighter as the story unfolded. Loki's name, Phil's worsening wound, the thought of him dying – it was a strain on her already frayed nerves. But she could see why he was telling her this now. "My mom was a good woman once, too," she murmured. The accident, the experiments, they had changed her. Damaged her. "She tried to kill Trish. More than once," she pointed out, tapping her fingers against her coffee. "But... she also stopped herself. Because of me. Because she didn't want to do that to me," she sighed.

Sometimes, all she remembered was her mother trembling with rage, body shaking as she stood over a body, Detective Sunday, the Whizzer, even Simpson she felt a twinge of regret for. And then sometimes, she remembered her mother singing that old song, and the way she had looked at Jessica the way Coulson looked at Daisy, beaming with pride. "Trish couldn't stop herself. Or wouldn't," she said finally after a moment. Her eyes flicked up to Coulson's. "Would you forgive her? If she had killed someone close to you, someone – complicated. Would you forgive her?"

PHIL: Phil took a deep breath because he honestly wasn’t sure. Through the losses in his life, he’d learned that he didn’t have as much control as he thought - he had thought he could lose Trip, Rosalind, Mace, but each death killed a little part of him. Somewhere along the line he’d become attached to people where he once hadn’t felt much of anything, and it was as much a trap as it was freeing. Attachment weighed heavily on his shoulders.

“Trish really doesn’t like me, so probably not. But if it were someone else? I’d give them a chance - I wouldn’t let things snap back to normal, and I doubt they could ever be normal, but I’d let them try to make it up and try to make amends. To acknowledge their mistakes.” He said, thinking of Fitz. “You can love someone and still acknowledge they’ve hurt people, and you. What’s important is that you love her for you, not because you think you owe her something or have to care.”

JESSICA: She had tried so hard to not get attached. To be alone. Alone was safer, it was better, it meant nothing could hurt her – but it had almost killed her too. It had killed her, being that alone she had been as good as dead. A zombie walking through life, and she had promised never to be that way again. "I wouldn't take it personally. She was, until recently, on a binge," she muttered, shaking her head. Coulson had never once let her down. He understood love and family better than anyone on the planet, and a part of her wanted to believe him now, wanted to listen to him. But she couldn't understand it the way he did.

"Of course I love her," she said after a moment. "Not because I owe her anything, or because I have to, I just – it feels like that's just a part of me," she said, eyes on her table. Loving Trish, that was as much a part of her as loving Daisy, as much a part of her as the deep, dark holes that littered her insides. "But some things you can't make right. Some things you can't forgive. If I forgave her for that..." She trailed off, couldn't say it.

PHIL: He could understand that. Phil recalled when he'd believed Melinda was a member of Hydra - Skye's logic had been sound and it all made sense, but a part of him had refused to believe that someone he cared for so deeply had betrayed them. She hadn't been Hydra, but she had betrayed him, keeping those secrets. He'd understood why, but it had taken being away from her for a little while to gather his thoughts before he could accept that he still cared for her. Their relationship hadn't changed much after he found out, but there was a small change; maybe good, maybe bad.

"Relationships can change in an instant. How you feel about someone one day might be something entirely different the next, and there's nothing wrong with that changing." Phil was someone who was willing to give people second chances, willing to consider all possibilities. If someone could help him, be beneficial to his causes, he'd overlook most things - most. One betrayal and he'd reconsider. A second betrayal, taking the opportunity he'd offered and viewing it as nothing, that was where he drew the line. "If you forgave her for that, you'd be an amazing and strong person. But you already are that." He said. "You don't need to forgive her, you don't owe her anything. But if you honestly miss her, there's nothing wrong with trying to fix things. Trying to visit her and take things slowly."

JESSICA: "I've never been great with change," Jessica muttered, shaking her head again. She wasn't great at sitting still and doing nothing either. She wanted to do something – her mother had told her that being a hero meant giving a shit and doing something about it, but she had never covered what it meant when you gave a shit and couldn't do anything at all. Jessica was on her own here. But not really – Coulson was here. It was hard to believe that she had lived a whole life without him once. "You already think I'm that," she corrected, letting out a soft sigh. "I don't know if I miss her. I don't know anything right now," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I know that Daisy needs me. I know that she needs me. That's all I've got. Maybe it's enough right now."

[angelinarecs]

Stargate SG-1 Rec - *Updated*

More Stargate fics! Because I can never get enough of this show. You can find my full rec list here. 

Organized by pairing (or gen), and then alphabetized by title. Summaries (which have been copied from their respective stories) and descriptions are provided. Notation at the end of the description indicates if a story is completed or a WIP.

Gen

Arachne’s Chase - “Sergeant, fire in short bursts. We don’t have many rounds, try to make each shot count, okay?” Sam looked him in the eyes; she was totally calm. Uncertainty had gone now; she knew what she was fighting. She wasn’t too sure on their odds of surviving, but then that wasn’t anything new. “You can do this, Sergeant.” She watched as his face set in a determined expression. It wasn’t a face suited for ferocity but she gave him credit for trying. Drama/Adventure. Sam and Walter get stuck off world trying to hold their own against giant spiders. Walter keeps freaking out and Sam just wants to get home. A good look at both Sam and Walter’s characters as well as a decently written action scene. One-shot.

Fortitude - This was written for a LJ Sam Carter Ficathon, and deals with the first mission for Sam after her encounter with Jolinar. Adventure. Sam tries to prove her mettle in the field, both to herself and her teammates. She fails to take care of herself and follow orders in the process. A good look into what must have been a trying first mission after everything that happened with Jolinar. One-shot.

Infirmary After - Sam’s turn to concentrate on breathing. Enough time passed that Janet was wondering if she’d even answer, wondering what she’d do if there was no answer. “Embarrassed,” Sam said at last, her voice too low to carry much beyond the bed. “Ashamed. Not so much that it happened - I really did get my head around that years ago, played it over and over and over until I desensitized myself to the possibility - but that they saw. That it happened in front of… of… That they’re never going to look at me again without thinking of it.” Drama. Compelling and hard-hitting, this story doesn’t need to be graphic to touch on the horror and also high likelihood of being raped in the dangerous world of SG1. The trauma is dealt with well, both from the Sam’s perspective and from the perspective of the team unable to stop it. This story should be commended for showing that a plot dealing with trauma does not need to be graphic to be shocking. One-shot.

Keeping Score - Sam is good at staying alive. Adventure. Sam remembers her past as she fights to stay alive and make it until her time finds her. One-shot.

Talking Strategy - TAG to The First Commandment. Friendship. After the death of Jonas Hansen, the guys try to get Sam to open up about her past with him and work through the funk she fell into. Some really lovely team moments in here. One-shot.

The Blue-Jello Metaphor - They were all eating Jell-O out of the long dessert glasses. She had her usual, the blue raspberry vivid and bright. The boys all had red Jell-O. She looked beyond them to the other tables. Every single person in her line of vision had red Jell-O. She glanced up at the dessert case along the food line. There sat the other glasses of blue. She knew that if she turned the other direction and looked at the other half of the cafeteria, there’d be more red Jell-O. She was the only blue. She stared down at her cup. She was always the only blue. Surrounded by a sea of red. Humor. This story gives an endearing and humorous look at a disgruntled Sam as she tries to navigate Air Force, team, and dating life as a genius scientist. I find this to be a good character sketch and really love the team dynamic portrayed. One-shot.

The Knife’s Edge of Madness - Alternate ending to Desperate Measures: What if Sam had managed to escape on her own without the team finding her? Angst/Drama. Trapped with few memories in the aftermath of Jolinar’s death, Sam finds herself sheltered in a hospital officially as a Jane Doe. While I don’t normally like stories about amnesia because the plot lines are often absurd and the handling of amnesia is almost never medically or psychologically accurate, this story manages to have a plausible explanation for the tramautic memory loss and explores several issues in memory retrieval and concepts of identity accurately and compellingly. This examination gives the reader a fascinating view of Jane coming to accept she’s Sam and relearning the whole process with her. One-shot.

The Most Wonderful - SG1 aren’t exactly where Jack wants them to be for the holidays. Gen. Set in early seasons, so it smells like original team spirit. Angst. Jack and Teal'c are left to save Sam and Daniel after they are trapped on an alien planet. Jack just wants to get home for Christmas. One-shot.

Under Fire - “She blinked up at him. “What happened?” she murmured.

“You tell me. One minute you’re doing a favorable impression of GI Jane, the next you were face-first in the dirt,” the Colonel said.“  Adventure/Drama. Carter and most of SG1 are injured offworld and have to struggle back to the gate, holding their own against three-foot, carnivorous lizards and other Jurassic threats. Set early in SG1’s history, the story explores team dynamics as well as providing a good inner monologue for Sam as she struggles to reconcile her skills and gender in a male-dominated world. The audience follows along through Sam’s POV, learning little bits and pieces about the situation as Sam does. Very good use of In Medias Res too. Overall, just a really well conceived, written, and executed story. One-shot.

Undertow - “Samantha Carter,” she managed to spit out, along with a mouthful of blood. Her tongue probed the gash inside her cheek and she was grateful to find no loose teeth. “Captain. United States Air Force. Service number 456731479 .” She couldn’t remember the question, but she knew this was the right answer – the only answer she had.“ Adventure/Hurt/Comfort. Carter and the team are captured offworld and Sam is being questioned/tortured after captors believe her to be a Goa'uld. The story is told from Sam’s POV and is as disjointed as he drugged thoughts would have been. Very well executed overall. One-shot.

Unsuspecting Universe - Two teammates alive, seven Jaffa dead. And one Captain Samantha Carter with a junked up weapon, and a glitter in her eye that boded badly for the universe. Adventure/Drama. Sam saves the team again with a McGyvered weapon and a little bit of luck. Jack is concerned that the universe will never be the same again. A fun look at Sam’s technical and tactical skills in the field. One-shot.

With Great Power - And what would you call me, a Tau'ri woman who can use the weapons of the gods? she challenged, power coursing through her until her whole body felt like static electricity was firing along every muscle and nerve fiber. No content to warn for. Adventure. BAMF!Sam has to get the boys out of trouble. The rest of the team are left to pick up the pieces, and their teammate, when it’s all over. An interesting look at the interaction between Sam and the ribbon device. One-shot.

Sam, Daniel Friendship

Eroding Away the Mountains - “If she’s learned anything over the past five years, over all the years of her life, it’s that the universe never pauses for you to catch up. Whatever happened yesterday, tomorrow will still come, because even time loops don’t last forever, and she has responsibilities that can’t be ignored. So she’ll go back to the Mountain, her lab, and a job she loves, even when it hurts.” Friendship. An exploration of Sam and Daniel’s friendships through a series of hikes. I really enjoyed that the friendship was built organically over time and that the loss of Daniel resonates with reader almost as much as it does with Sam. Bonus team interaction as well. One-shot.

Reckless - “This was the Sam that always surprised Daniel. Not the scientist or the soldier, but another person all together. Someone defined by an edge of recklessness that she normally hid underneath her levelheaded exterior.” Adventure. The gang is captured and Carter leads a minor revolt to save them. Sam-centric, but told from Daniel’s POV. This use of POV is a really creative character exploration for both Carter and Daniel. One-shot.

West - They gave her food and water and drew her a map to the city of Reata far away, where perhaps she could find the men she sought. “Stargate. Chapa Hi?” she said, so perhaps it was a farewell. “Chapa Hi,” they said in return, and sent Thaywood-ware-thees on her way with their best wishes. Adventure. Seperated from her team, Carter is stranded offworld where she doesn’t speak the language. She travels from town to town, continually getting sent further west, in search of her team and the Stargate. One-shot. Story is deleted! 

Sam, Teal'c Friendship

A Star At Dawn - While rescuing natives from a threatening volcano, SG-1 is caught in an avalanche. Angst/Drama. Teal'c is buried and Sam is injured. It’ll take both of them working together to live through the night. A welcome look at the friendship and bond between Sam and Teal'c, especially in the wake of losing Daniel and O'neill. One-shot.

The Working Hour - “I suppose you think I’m pretty weak.”

Teal’c looked up and realized she been watching him watching her. He shook his head. “No. I do not think you are weak. You have a warrior’s heart and a quick brain. You fought well, and you prevailed. That is not weak.” Adventure. Set early Season 1, Carter and Teal'c are stranded offworld and injured. Cue Carter being badass and Teal'c trying to reconcile his past as Apophis’ First Prime and his new role on the team and coming to trust a woman. I really enjoyed the writing style and the interaction between Sam and Teal'c. One-shot.

Sam/Janet (yay for underappreciated ships!)

Ten-Thousand Suns - Sam is trapped in the rubble after an earthquake collapses a building on an alien world. Hurt/Comfort. Janet and a team of specialists try to keep Sam alive long enough to free her from the rubble. For her part, Sam is just trying to keep it together as she fights for her life and fights for the realization of those that she loves. Featuring underappreciated ships that actually make a lot of cannon sense and ascended!Daniel. One-shot.

Jack/Sam

Camelot Episode Tag - What was Sam thinking at the end of Camelot? And what happened next? Sci-fi/Angst. The story follows Sam directly after the Ori arrive through the supergate and her recovery from free-floating in space. Bonus Married!jack/sam. One-shot.

Going Under - Set in Season 3. SG1 visit an alient planet, but their attempts at a meet and greet go wrong. Captured, seperated from the Colonel and under dire threat, they must find Jack and make their escape. Team fic, with S/J elements, but strictly within canon. Adventure. A planet-of-the-week story featuring BAMF!Sam, awesome team dynamics, and some hinted Jack/Sam. This story handled the adventurous and perilous atmosphere along with the friendship and working relationship of the team. Complete.

Patience - Patience may be a virtue, but it can also get you killed. Hurt/Comfort/Drama. Things have been tense between Jack and Carter lately and Jack suggests some time off for the overworked scientist. When Carter doesn’t show up to work the next day, Jack figures she took him up on his offer. Little does the team know that Sam is trapped in her car just outside Cheyenne Mountain. A story with Sam in peril and Sam getting herself out of peril. Also hints of Jack/Sam. One-shot.

Remember Days of Gladness When Sorrow is at Hand - “For the thousandth time that week, Sam felt her eyes prick with tears. You wouldn’t know it by looking at them, but all three of her guys could be ridiculously sweet sometimes.” S8 post-Threads fic. Canon S/J with a side of teamy goodness. Friendship/Romance. Carter is still grieving over the loss of her father and still coming down from defeating the replicators. Her team surprises early one morning with helping hands to give her the dream home she always wanted. Jack and Sam also have some nice, if awkward, conversations. One-shot.

Three Wishes - Mistaken for a genie, bashed on the head and captured along with Sam, Jack wakes up with wishes in mind… Friendship/Adventure. Poor Jack is just trying to get through their latest missions, and Sam is just trying to get both of them home. Fun Jack/Sam friendship and/or pre-relationship. One-shot.

Tumbling Down - “Hours later, Sam is leaning against the window, letting the cool glass leach the heat from her face, with Cam’s hand resting lightly on her left thigh. Across the booth Daniel is slumped back, third cup of coffee in his hand and Vala draped half-asleep against him… Atlantis is wonderful and it’s the command step her career needs, but sometimes she misses her team so much it hurts. She doesn’t known if it’s better or worse to know they’re still exploring the universe together without her.” Friendship/Romance. An episode!tag for SGA Trio. Sam returns Earth to heal after breaking her leg in the Pegasus Galaxy, her team and Jack take care of their injured teammate. Sam revisits some memories of her time on SG-1 and muses on the life - and relationships - she built and left behind. One-shot.

[whisperingvictory]

(If you still want drunk prompts) Barisi prompt - Sorrow by The National. ALTERNATE PROMPT if you don’t want a song prompt: one dreams of the others death and IS INCREDIBLY UPSET

Ugh that song, I’m gonna write something for that too, maybe a follow up to my last Drabble. But for now here’s the second:

The shot echoed through the courthouse. Deafening. If Rafael hadn’t watched the trigger, hadn’t see the hand tighten and pull, he would have thought it was a canon. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out, and his mouth, and throat and lungs felt like they were being filled with water, like he was drowning on dry land, right there in the courtroom.

Sonny. The gun had been aimed at Sonny, sitting there on the witness stand, wearing his best suit and tie. When Rafael tore his eyes away from the gun, black metal striking the light, Sonny was gone. He tried to run, tried to get to the witness stand. Had Sonny been hit? Had he ducked for cover in time? Rafael couldn’t be sure because his legs had turned to jello, no longer under his control.

But Olivia was there, always calm in a crisis, always a safe port in a tempest. He heard her voice calling over the radio, “officer down, we need a bus.”

Behind him, the shooter was secured, the gun pulled away, his hands bound again with handcuffs by the bailiff, but Rafael could have sworn he fired another shot, straight through his heart at Olivia’s words.

He finally managed to gather his legs beneath him, finally managed to run to the witness stand, dropping to his knees next to Sonny. Olivia’s hands were covered in blood, pressing at a gaping hole in his chest, unable to quell the torrent of dark red.

“Sonny,” Rafael could hear himself croak, but he didn’t remember saying it, and he wasn’t sure where to put his hands, wanted so desperately to touch, but so fearful of causing harm.

But Sonny’s heavy lids fell closed, and Rafael could see the tensed muscles in his body relax, and Olivia pulled her hands away. “He’s gone…”

Rafael woke with a startle, his alarm blaring in his ears. He looked around, eyes still trying to adjust to the bright sun peeking through the windows, but the bed was empty, not even the lingering warmth that usually lasted long after Sonny had gotten up to go to work.

His heart pounded in his chest, echoed in his ears like war drums. He threw the blankets off, not bothering to silence the alarm, and he swung the bedroom door open, not even wincing as the knob struck the door.

“Raf, Jesus, turn that alarm off,” there he was Sonny, relaxing on their couch, a newspaper folded in one hand, pencil in the other, working on the crossword. His hair was still mussed from sleep, eyes sky blue and sparkling, cheeks flushed. So alive.

Rafael didn’t answer, just climbed on top of him, pulling him into a tight embrace, finally letting out a heavy sigh. He felt like he could breathe again. Sonny was startled by the response, but pressed a light kiss to Rafael’s cheek.

“What’s wrong?” It certainly wasn’t how their mornings usually went.

“You’re not dead,” Rafael murmured, pressing his face into the crook of Sonny’s neck, like he couldn’t quite get close enough.

Sonny chucked, and Rafael could feel it against his chest, warm, deep. “I think that’s supposed to be a good thing…” And then Rafael couldn’t help it anymore, tears welling in his eyes he let out a soft sob.

“Hey, hey,” Sonny coaxed gently, his hand rubbing soothing circles across Rafael’s lower back. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Had a dream,” Rafael sat up a little straighter, pulling away from Sonny just enough to look at him. “A defendant shot you, you died before help could get there, and then I woke up and you weren’t there…” He trailed off, face flush from the embarrassment settling over him. So worked up over a dream, it wasn’t real, but it had felt like it, even then, awake with Sonny’s pulse beating against his skin, Rafael could still feel that tactile anguish that had washed over him as Sonny slipped away in front of his eyes.

“Babe,” Sonny’s face softened, and he reached a hand up to cup Rafael’s blushing cheek. “You should know by now how annoyingly persistent I am, it would take a lot more than that to get rid of me.” Rafael’s face broke out into a small smile. “Can you please, please go turn off the alarm though?” And it was only then that Rafael heard it again, annoyingly shrill. He moved to climb off of Sonny, but a hand caught his wrist. “Wait,” the detective smiled, pulling him into a soft kiss.

[snowsse]

Negan/Rick Fic List

(Last Updated: April 28, 2017)

List of fics I personally loved. Made this so it’s easier for me to find them. Prolly the closest thing to a fic rec list I can do (I’M SORRY)...

Chaptered (Complete):

Shelter from the Storm -AU Rick falls in love with Carl’s asshole coach

The Truth -Negan asks Rick to marry him

Lucky Like a Black Cat -AU Negan and Rick are neighbors 

Riding Shotgun -AU “little southern boy” meets greaser

The Working Dead -Department Store AU onesided Negan/Rick with tons of characters around them. (cathartic. seriously. I know it’s scary since it’s got so many characters, chapters and stuff going on and it’s onesided. but worth it.) 

Cat and Mouse -assassins and hitmen AU

5 People Who Noticed Rick Was in Love With That Asshole + The One Time He Noticed it Himself -AU Rick being an oblivious dork 

Red Canyon Outlaw -AU deputy sheriff x outlaw

What Kind of Man -Highschool AU

Blue Jello -AU Negan and Rick meet in a cruise ship

Perebor -Rick endures being abused by Negan’s men, assuming Negan knows of it, and it turns out he didn’t (non-con elements)

Please and Thank You -subtle take on alpha/omega AU

Devil's Backbone -AU Rick falls for Carl’s coach, but something about the man’s past just doesn’t quite add up

Chaptered (Ongoing):

All the Hallowed Roads -If Negan met Rick in TWD season 1 

Excess -Negan coerces Rick into marrying him amongst other things (PRETTY DARK.)

Ready for Another Life -canonverse!Rick wakes up in an AU where he’s been in a relationship with Negan for years (SAD STUFF AHEAD) 

Bloodsport -Negan asks Rick to marry him (the Sanctuary/Savior characters as the supporting cast)

The New World Order -if Rick met Negan in TWD season 2 (Negan’s already with The Saviors) 

Your Body's Borders -If Negan was with Abe’s group, and happens upon Rick who seems extremely troubled post-Terminus

hallelujah -AU Rick picks up a mysterious hitchhiker (Non-con, VERY VERY DARK and violent)

Red riding hood and the big bad wolf -Childhood friends AU

All Roads Lead to Terminus -If Negan was in a different group searching for Terminus and ends up defending Rick’s group/the prison from the Governor’s attack

Heart In A Blender -AU friends to lovers

The Delegation of Power -Simon takes an interest in Rick, handling things a little differently when Negan’s not around (Non-con)

Parallax -AU Sci-fi, Rick and Negan are part of a crew sent to investigate a distant planet, which their ship crash lands in. Stuck, they have to work together to survive and find a way out

Oneshots:

Good Feeling -Soulmate AU

Eat Fresh -Subway AU

The Devil and The Deep Dark Ocean -Things happen in the Alexandria church.. (SASSY AS HELL smutfic) 

Big Plans -AU Valentine’s Day fic

Listen to Me -AU Negan as a radio host 

Like Magnets -Negan’s trying to make amends

Part Of The Family -AU Rick proposes to Negan

Negotiations -Negan and Rick roughly going at it

No restraint -AU mutual pining

Fic Collections/Answered Prompts:

By @hatterized​ :

7-“I almost lost you.”

27-“I’m pregnant.”

40-“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

49-“Well this is awkward…”

9-“I missed you so much.”

17-“Because I love you!”

18-“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

if Negan’s spaghetti thing happened as planned

By @neganstonguething​ :

14-“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

44-“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

Blood is Thicker, Baby - A Collection of Answered Requests

1-“I’m in love with you.”

11-“I thought you didn’t want me.”

16-“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

11- “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

99- "Your hair is so soft"

45- “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Burnt Dinner

80- “Teach me?”

By @psychosexualnegan​

a little AU on a plane

Negan gets shot

By @ocegion 

Rick’s sick and Negan takes care of him

“One shot where Rick is saved by Negan after he stops breathing and it's hella awkward.” (I see what you did there anon ;D )

neganstonguething

grab-my-boner

psychosexualnegan

That’s it for now. There are other fics that I’m interested in and currently following, but I’m still waiting to see how they go and how I feel about them??? So I won’t add them here for now… Will be constantly updating this post I guess.