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[thepandalion]

"its ok, you don't need to know verbs, you're not a linguist, you're a dog" -me, to my dog, right now

[whispering-kavka]

friends i love crocheting so much . why does it hurt me so

[gerrydelano]

it's been like 10 hours and i am still thinking about gerry child experimentation canon. fuck my entire life

[noisytenant]

just deep cleaned the bathroom #cleancore

[mollys-meadow]

If You Killed Someone For Me (chapter index)

Summary: in which Molly Hooper calls her ex-boyfriend hoping he would get rid of someone for her.

This is mostly an angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers slow burn that also works as a character study. If you wish to know more about it check the tags on Ao3.

Main Pairing: Molly Hooper x James Moriarty

Wordcount: around 111k (currently)

(This fic has been posted in Ao3)

CHAPTER ONE: THE LION AND THE DEN

CHAPTER TWO: AMONG THE MAGGOTS

CHAPTER THREE: THAT MADDENING ITCH

CHAPTER FOUR: THE SCENT OF DEATH

CHAPTER FIVE: AT THE DINNER TABLE

CHAPTER SIX: LET THERE BE LIGHT

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE KINDNESS OF THE UNKIND

CHAPTER EIGHT: ON THE TEMPORAL LOBE

CHAPTER NINE: WAITING FOR THE KNIFE

CHAPTER TEN: A MOTHER'S DAUGHTER

CHAPTER ELEVEN: WHILE THE ROOFTOP AWAITS

CHAPTER TWELVE: THE MARRIAGE OF MRS. FOX

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NON COMPOS MENTIS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: (soon)

[andoutofharm]

The forecast of extreme heat in Texas next week + the new baseball jersey merch for tourdust has inspired me to finally finish this jersey inspired by the one Patrick wore for the iheartradio performance! This has been in the works since January and I am excited to have it done!

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU Index

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The beginning of Good Godfather Vlad, Part 1.

Ice Machines and Fudge, Part 2

Brunch, Part 3

Concerns and Realizations, Part 4

You are not Alone, Part 5

Lingering Memories and Future Plans, Part 6

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[taweretsdagger]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60912511/chapters/165561985

new Hydra chapter!! <33

[kristannafever]

Mountain Man - Eight

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2750

Collab with @lukin08

Chapter Index

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“My head hurts.” Anna’s muffled voice came from somewhere under the covers.

“Mine too,” Kristoff muttered, keeping his eyes shut to the light coming in from the window.  While he had half a mind to disappear under his blankets with Anna, he worried that would be too presumptions despite what happened between them the night before. 

“I have painkillers in the first Aid kit in my plane,” she muttered.

“And you don’t want to go get them?”

“Hell no.”

Kristoff smiled and steadied himself to move.  He got up slowly, wincing as his head pounded and the room spun around.  While he had some pain killers in his own first aid kit, he rarely took them and they were a decade old.  Likely not as effective anymore, and if her head hurt as much as his, they would need all the help they could get.

“You’re going to get it for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh my god you are the best.”

Kristoff shook his head, smiling wider and took to his feet slowly.  He dressed in his coat and boots and opened the door.  The snow was somehow still falling.  He breathed in the cold mountain air deep into his lungs, instantly making him feel a touch better and clearing his head a little.

He trudged through the deep snow to where Anna’s plane was and retrieved her first aid kit.  He brought back in the cabin and poured them both a glass of water from what was left in the cold kettle before shaking the pills into his hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Anna to slowly emerge from the covers.  She did so with her eyes pinched shut, wincing as she sat up. 

“Here.” He offered her the cup and his open palm.

She took the pills and the water with shaky hands and popped them in her mouth, draining the cup with a greedy gulp.  She handed the cup back to Kristoff and laid back down.

He took his own pills and set the empty cups on the floor and crawled back in beside her.  No sooner was he settled on his back and Anna was curling up to him, throwing her hand over his stomach and nestling her head on his shoulder.  He could feel her breath on his neck and he suppressed a delighted moan. 

“As shitty as I feel right now, that was a lot of fun last night,” she said.

He could hear the smile on her voice.  “It was,” he mused, thinking about just how much fun it was.  He hadn’t laughed so much in his entire life.  His smile faded to remember that the storm wasn’t going to last forever and Anna would be leaving soon. 

“Hey Anna?” he started before he knew what he was doing.

“Hmmm?” 

He panicked.  What was he about to say anyway?  Was he actually going to tell her that last night was the most fun he had ever had in his entire life?  Was he going to admit that he never wanted the storm to end?  That he wanted her to stay there with him forever.  Was he going to tell her that she had taken his heart and he was madly in love with her?

No.  He couldn’t do that.  He couldn’t drag her into this life of isolation.   He couldn’t crush her spirit like that.  Likely couldn’t even have the chance anyway.  She had mentioned how many times she would be unable to live this life.

He thought quickly.  “I’ll give you another opportunity to beat me at crib again tonight,” he said, hoping that it didn’t sound as sad as it made him feel.

Anna giggled, obviously not picking up on his distress.  “You’re on, mountain man.”

*****

They got out of bed in the late morning, too hungry to ignore their growling stomachs.  Kristoff made them oatmeal and opened a can of peaches that he told her he saved for special occasions.  Anna watched him as he made them their breakfast, chatting idly with her like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing.  She could not stop staring.  His handsomeness was so much more apparent with the short beard.  She could see his magnificent jaw line, and she imagined what he’d look like if he’d let her cut his hair shorter too.  Never before in her life had she been more attracted to a man.

She thought back to that wonderful kiss.   More than anything she wanted to have him kiss her again.  She wanted a whole hell of a lot more than that actually.  Then she realized that she would be leaving soon.  She couldn’t stay, couldn’t even entertain the idea.  She had family and too much back in Nome to just throw it all away. 

Yet as she remembered it again, that beautiful soft and tender first kiss he had placed on her lips, she longed to be able to say fuck it and stay with Kristoff.

She pushed the thought from her mind immediately, knowing that it would only lead to heartache.  Why it hurt so much she wasn’t sure.   She managed to forget about the future and focus on the bowl that Kristoff had placed in front of her with a smile.

After their breakfast they both cleaned up, and Anna asked what she’d asked him so many times in the past couple of days.  “So, now what?”

Kristoff looked around his cabin.  “Uh, to be honest I am not feeling up to doing a lot of manual labour today.  I haven’t been that drunk in my entire life.”

Anna cocked her head to the side.  Did that mean he didn’t even remember the kiss?  While it was seared into her mind, maybe he was one of those people that blacked out and didn’t remember anything.  “Yeah, we drank a lot,” she said, not wanting to bring it up in case he really didn’t remember.

“I have some wobbly shelves in the cellar I need to fix.  Some clothes that need mending.  I have to deal with a couple of hides, but that will only take me about an hour.  Uh, what else?” 

He looked around in thought again, so innocent and pure, and Anna’s heart lurched in her chest thinking about that kiss.  How utterly desperate his lips had become, like he’d been under water for a dangerously long time and was finally able to gasp for air.  How it must have felt to him.  And he probably didn’t even remember being so vulnerable with her.

“… tidy my shed up a bit too.  Been putting that off.”

Anna realized she zoned out.  “Oh yeah, sure.  Put me to work.”

His head tilted to the side and he regarded her for a moment.  “Where should we get started?”

“Give me your clothes and I’ll mend them while you deal with the hides.  Then we can do whatever you figure next.”

He nodded, his bloodshot eyes looking at her carefully again.  “Alright.  Thank you.”

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Anna picked up the first shirt and looked at it.  A plain black henley that was tattered and getting holes along the shoulders.  He’d told her all the clothes needing mending were clean except for that black henley.  Anna had assured him that she didn’t mind.  And truly she didn’t.  She imagined it on him then looked up quickly to make sure Kristoff hadn’t somehow slipped back into the cabin without her noticing.  Once confirming she was indeed alone, she pulled the shirt up to her face and inhaled.

An involuntary shiver ran up her spine to smell him on the clothing.  It aroused her in a way she was not at all expecting, and she set the shirt back down on the table and shook her head.  Get a grip on yourself, Anna!

She threaded the needle with black thread and began mending.  It was quick work and she moved onto the next shirt, and then the next.  When they were all done, she started on the socks, switching the black thread for the only other colour; white. 

Anna mended his socks, cringing a little at how much it would drive her crazy to step on the mending all day long.  She’d tried it before.  There was only one solution to socks with holes on the bottom; buy new ones.  Something that Kristoff could not do whenever he wanted. 

That made her sad all over again, thinking about his life as she finished the socks.  Next, she moved onto his work pants, two pairs of jeans with holes in the knees and some Carhart’s.  Every pair had holes in all the pockets. 

After the pants the only item left was a hooded sweatshirt with the front pocket ripped on one side.  It was grey, so Anna switched back to the black thread for it to be less noticeable. 

When that was done, she folded all the clothes neatly and placed them back in his chest and put the henley in a small laundry basket he had sitting beside it.  She turned around and surveyed the one at the end of the bed again, thinking about those photos and wanting to look at them once more.  She was just about to, when the front door opened and Kristoff stepped in.  His face was drained of colour.

“Kristoff!  Are you okay?”

He nodded and wobbled a little as he used his feet to take off his boots.  Anna rushed over and grabbed his shoulder just as he leaned far enough over that he was going to lose his balance if she wasn’t there.  She braced herself as his weight fell into her.

“I need to sit down,” he mumbled. 

Anna helped him over to his chair and sat him in it.  Kristoff turned and placed his head in his arms on the table, taking a few slow breaths like he was going to be sick. 

“Are you okay?” she asked again.

“Dizzy,” he murmured from his arms.  “I think I need some water.”

“Of course.”  Anna turned and grabbed a cup from the shelves above his kitchen cupboard and the cold water from the kettle on the stove, then took it over to him. 

Slowly, he pulled his head up, his eyes closed.  After two more deep breaths he opened them, took the glass and drank with a shaky hand.   As soon as he was done, Anna took it from him and filled it again.  With that downed, she filled it once more with all that was left in the kettle.  After giving him back his glass, she took the kettle outside and filled it with water from the well.  She filled his empty up again, then grabbed one to fill for herself. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly as she took a seat on the log across from him. 

“You okay?”

He nodded slowly.  “Just dehydrated from all the booze,” he said, his eyes lifting to finally meet hers.   “Like I said, that was the drunkest I have ever been.  I’ve never been this hungover.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna said, wondering again if he really didn’t remember that kiss. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, eyes going back down to the table.  “I just need a minute.  I’m pretty sure when we got up, I was still drunk, and I’m just hitting the wall now.”

“Why don’t you go lie down for a minute?”

His eyes met hers again.  “How are you feeling?  Are you okay?”

Anna smiled.  “I feel kind of like you.  Clearly not as severe.  I’m okay, just sucking at life today, you know?”

He gave her a slight smile.  “I could use a nap.  How about you?”

She thought about being in that comfortable bed with him again and was not about to miss out on the opportunity to be close to him again.  “Definitely.”

They went over to the bed and settled into it, Anna thinking again to that kiss.  “How many games of crib did we even play last night?” she asked, thinking it might give some insight into if he remembered it. 

“I have no idea,” he said, brining up his forearm and settling it against his eyes.  “I can’t remember.”

Anna frowned, and pushed the thought of that kiss from her mind.  It would do no good to keep thinking on it if she was the only one who remembered it happening.

A moment later Kristoff was snoring.  As much as Anna wanted to snuggle up to him, she could not bring herself to do so.  Her heart was heavy with thoughts she had no business having.  Eventually she drifted off and fell into a fitful sleep.

*****

Kristoff woke slowly, blinking into the light of the cabin.  His eyes hurt.  Like his head.  The painkillers had worn off.  He looked over to where Anna was sleeping.  She was facing him, as far away as she could get.  He studied her face, every inch of it, every freckle, every gorgeous feature. 

That kiss…

He pushed it from his mind for the hundredth time since waking up that morning.  He would not, could not, hang onto that.  It was like a taste of things that could be.  Things that would never be.  He needed to let it go for good.  It was far too dangerous not to.

To his relief, Anna was completely fine not talking about it.  Maybe she didn’t even remember it.  Either way, they could move on as if it never happened, which was more than fine with him.

Kristoff got up slowly, getting a little dizzy again.  He put his feet on the floor and hung his head between his shoulders.  He felt the bed shift under him a moment later.

“You feeling any better?”

“A little yeah.”  He sighed.  “How about you?”

“Like a new woman.”  She laughed.

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Anna spent the rest of the afternoon following him around and helping him here and there, talking his ear off.  It was amazing how her hands worked, knowing exactly what to do without having to ask.  Her independence and skill were never more apparent to him.  If she ever had the desire, he had no doubt she’d be able to make this life work for her too.  She had all the same instincts as him.

They had just finished with the unstable shelves in the cellar.  While it was the last task that he had wanted to accomplish that day, it still didn’t feel like he’d done enough.  He was feeling better and itching to get more shit done.  This was the first day since he’d been living like this that he’d been lazy, and it was starting to bother him.

As soon as he had the tools back in his toolbox, he brushed the dirt off his hands and looked at Anna.  She was looking down at her own hand, surveying her fingernails with a frown.

“You okay?” he asked, worried she’d injured herself somehow.

She looked up at him, quickly putting her hand back down at her side.  “Oh yeah, fine.  Just have to wash the dirt out from under my fingernails.”

A thought suddenly occurred to him and he was a little embarrassed it hadn’t come to him sooner.  “Did you want to have a bath?”

Her eyes brightened.  “A bath?  That actually sounds wonderful.”  Then her brows furrowed in question.  “Wait, how do you even do that?”

He chuckled.  “What do you think that little building by the well is?”

Anna shrugged.  “Another shed.”

He laughed again.  “It’s the bathhouse, silly.  Despite what you may think I do wash my clothes and bathe.”

“Really?  How often?”  Her smirk was all play.

Shrugging one shoulder he said, “Once a week.”

She playfully scrunched up her nose.  “Ew.”

“Well, to be fair it is a lot of work.”

Her light mood shifted to a touch of annoyance and she rolled her eyes.  “Of course it is.”

Anger prickled him.  These reminders that she thought his life was ridiculous were starting to really get under his skin.  He went for the cellar ladder and ascended without a word or backwards glance in her direction. 

“I’m sorry,” she called after him as soon as he stepped onto the floor.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said, his teeth clenched.  “Just going to go get you a bath started.”  He threw on his boots and slammed the door behind him.

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oh I Really Really like writing... Oh this is so cool fun actually!!!!!! Waa :3 I love you in stars and time.... so inspiring... I create the fanfic.... I play with the touys...

[catilinas]

‘wouldn’t it be cool to index all flashbacks / flashforwards in [work]’ <- guy who forgot he literally did that for the terror in the year 2019

[placeforasnark]

this is niche but i'm unreasonably mad that my lens prescription is now -5.5 instead of -5, preventing me from getting 1.59 index lenses online, and changing my glasses cost from ~$40 (affordable, allows me multiple pairs) to ~$90 (an investment)

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

all the Dynamite Disney comics are finally gonna be indexed on inducks this is literally so hype if youre a nerd you have no idea

[varpusvaras]

Case Number: 8889-BA-8889-7

Date: 02.07. 3388

Reporting Officer: Imarab Onnah

Incident Type: Break-in, theft, murder, destruction of public property

Description of Report: A full incident report regarding the chase and arrest of Yokonni Oret, after a break-in to the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant

Full Report: See Below

At 03:45, 02.07., the Security Forces received an alert from the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant. A nearby patrol arrived to the location at 03:51. The break-in was still ongoing when the patrol arrived, and quickly located the suspect at the second floor storage room. On arrival, the patrol noted that one museum employee had been killed (Pictures of the scene attached; see attachment 4A), presumably by the suspect. The suspect fled as the patrol approached them, not complying with orders to surrender. They appeared to have taken something from the storage room (For more information, see attachment 6C). They escaped through an opening on the wall, which is believed to be the reason the alarm system of the museum was triggered.

The patrol commenced a chase, and alerted other nearby patrols of a runaway suspect. The facial scans done by probe droids used by the patrol identified the suspect as Yokonni Oret (Male, 31, Tholothian; for more information, see attachment 8A). The suspect refused to comply with the orders given by the officers during the chase, continuing to flee.

The suspect was succesfully surrounded by the initial patrol and patrol 90913 at 04:21. The suspect turned hostile, and aimed a small thermal detonator towards few of the officers surrounding him. Officer Toma Geleni opened fire towards the suspect, hitting him once to upper left arm, and once to the detonator suspect was holding in their left hand. The detonator exploded from the force of the direct hit, and the subsequent explosion injured the suspect and three officers, who received mostly superficial injuries. The suspect suffered extensive burns to their head and to the shoulder area and to the left hand and arm. The suspect was detained at 04:27. Medical transportation was ordered to the scene by the reporting officer for both the suspect and for the injured officers (For more information, see attachment 11C). Medical transportation from the Lamoramora Medcenter arrived at the scene at 04:38. Reporting officer accompanied the suspect in the transportation vehicle, with four (4) medical officers attending to the suspect (For more information, see attachment 11E). The transportation arrived at the Lamoramora Medcenter at 04:59. The suspect was brought in for treatment that lasted until 07:15, after which he was contained to a private room 7765 at the Medcenter, with officers Rev'en and Thass remaining at the Medcenter.

The suspect was deemed too injured to be able to be questioned at the time, due to their extensive injuries preventing them from communication properly. The reporting officer returned to the Medcenter at 12:35, 06.07., to receive a statement from the suspect.

When the reporting officer asked for Yokonni Oret, the medic present requested a warrant, despite Oret being currently under arrest. When informed about this, the medic present claimed that Oret was admitted as a regular patient, and not by the Security Forces. After being presented the medic present with details from the case and the facial scans done by the probe droid, the reporting officer was brought into the room occupied by the suspect. Notably, the suspect had been transferred from the private room to a shared room with other patients, against the orders of the Security Forces.

The suspect still displayed heavy injuries on his head, and the questioning was executed by using an alternative communication device provided by the Security Forces. During questioning, the suspect refused to answer any questions given by the reporting officer, instead using the device provided to send other messages, that were irrelevant pertaining to the ongoing questioning (For more information, see attachment 18E). It was deemed that the suspect was not capable of answering to the questions done by the reporting officer, due to the severity of their injuries. It was decided that proper questioning would be done at a later date.

The reporting officer questioned the medical staff at the Lamoramora Medcenter for the reasons they had failed to comply with the orders given by the Security Forces regarding the suspect. The staff denied any failing to do so, and claimed that the suspect had not been brought in by the Security Forces at the date of the commited crime. The reporting officer received the logging infromation regarding the suspect; according to the Medcenter's system, the patient by the name Yokonni Oret was brought to the Medcenter at 02:01, 01.07., after a heavy assault.

When inquired about the suspect brought in at 02.07., the staff informed that the patient had been released by one of the Senior staff at 19.27 at 03.07. When asked to see the Senior staff member, the Medcenter informed that they had not returned back to work since (For more information, see attachment 20A).

Oret was detained, and moved into another private room, with officers stationed directly outside the room for the remaining time the suspect spent under medical treatment. They were transported to the Central Coruscant Detention Center at 13.11, at 15.07.

For other reports related to the case, see: The case number above.

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(Attachment number: 18E

I.O.: I am officer Imarab Onnah, from the Coruscant Security Forces. Are you Yokonni Oret?

Y.O.: YES.

I.O.: You are suspected of commiting a break-in to the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant

Y.O.: NO.

I.O.: You were identified by a probe droid used by the Security Forces at the scene of the crime. You have just confirmed with an officer present to your identity being Yokonni Oret

Y.O.: NO. NO.

I.O.: The staff here at the Medcenter have identified you as Yokonni Oret. You match to the description, and to your previous medical reports. Are you Yokonni Oret?

Y.O.: YES.

I.O.: You were brought in by the Coruscant Security Forces after you broke into the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant

Y.O.: NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

I.O.: You were identified by

Y.O.: NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

I.O.: You were identified at the crime scene. You are being charged with break-in, theft, and the murder of one of the museum staff during said break-in

Y.O.: NO. NO. NO. NO. NOT ME. MY FACE.

I.O.: I'm requesting that you only use the device to communicate when answering to questions

Y.O.: MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE.

I.O.: Sir, I am not asking you again. Please only use the the device when answering to questions

Y.O.: MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE.

I.O.: Are you capable of answering to my questions?

Y.O.: MY FACE. MY FACE. MY FACE.

Y.O.: NOT ME. NOT ME.

Y.O.: MY FACE.)

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