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Magnificent Seventh Heaven ~ Home page A Good Name A GOOD NAME - IBy NotTasha...who has a dandy name NOTE: This is in response to the October 2001 Magnificent 7 Challenge, offered by Julia Neal: Five of the Magnificent Seven are headed to Tascosa to clear Vin's name for good. How will they prove he's innocent now that Eli Joe is dead? Two of the Seven are left to protect the town. 'Oh no,' he thought. "Easy now, easy," Buck muttered, laying his arm across the southerner's chest to keep him still. He watched as Ezra tossed his head and grimaced, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Keep still, Ez," Buck ordered gently, using his free hand to clasp the gambler by the chin and hold his bandaged head immobile. Still, Standish struggled, but Wilmington was rather familiar with how to handle this situation by now and Ezra couldn't pull loose. He continued speaking softly, "Don't get yourself all worked up, okay? Ezra stopped moving suddenly and slowly opened his glass-green eyes. Wilmington said nothing, too surprised to speak. "Damn right!"

Property Rites “Well, all right,” Ron conceded after his first beer. “I’ll admit that Gandalf was pretty powerful, although I still say a staff doesn’t compare to a wand. It just can’t channel magic nearly as well as a wand.” “It was good enough to beat that Balrog,” Harry countered, and took another swallow of his own ale. He wondered what hobbit-brewed ale would have tasted like. Perhaps it would have been as good as their tobacco. “Yes,” Ron admitted grudgingly. Harry blinked, and considered this new objection. “I’m not sure who does her cooking, but she’s much better looking than Winky, so who cares?” Although in Return of the King, he privately thought that the actor who played Aragorn would have pulled a lot more than the Muggle who played Galadriel. “That’s true enough.” “Busy enough,” Harry agreed. “Why’d they lodge the complaint?” “The home owner was a half-blood who’d married a Muggleborn. “Bet that did a lot for their married life, then.” “Where’d you take him to?” “You’re back again, then?”

Good Omens What exactly do you find in a fandom that's grown around a book that makes the Apocalypse hilarious? Well, Slash Fic, for one, and also plenty of Continuation Fic. A Second Apocalypse is usually optional, although not unheard-of (as you'll see in the recs below). But mostly slash. Authors and Websites irisbleufic's Good Omens Fanfiction @ LiveJournal Recommended by Kelliannm Comments: The best Aziraphale/Crowley writer I know of, this author also writes superb gen fic (relating to the Them, Adam and Pepper in particular; however, she's written a few amazing Shadwell/Tracy and Shadwell-centric pieces, too). Recommended by Solandra Comments: A keen sense of history, an excellent ear for dialogue, and an unbelievable proclivity for making Crack Fic work. Recommended by Kelliannm Comments: Most works focus on Aziraphale/Crowley, with varying degrees of explicit content (many can be read as gen). by shewhoguards , also by irisbleufic (Slash) Recommended by 0 Wraith.

Seminar by Robyn Home | Part One | Part Two Part One "... and so, by simple deduction, I solved what some might refer to as an impossible case." Ezra yawned, bored. Disturbed, Ezra allowed his gaze to travel past Chris, to the other members of his team, just to make sure he wasn't the only one ready to cry if this tedious torture didn't end soon. Ezra reluctantly dragged his attention back to the podium, where the speaker was explaining how it was possible to deduce who had perpetrated a certain crime by intensive examination of any and all clues, without actually having to move from the office. Standish twiddled his thumbs for a second before deciding that boredom could be held off in this way for only so long before he would be forced to draw his gun and blow his brains out, out of sheer desperation. Suddenly Ezra realized that he had a pack of cards in his pocket. "Damn," he muttered, earning himself another disgusted look from the FBI agent, which only made him smile again. "Yes?" "Right."

Getting Back to Good Notes: This fic follows my two song fics and although I couldn't find a song for this one, it is much happier. Ezra woke up early on Monday feeling surprisingly refreshed. Much of Sunday had disappeared in an alcoholic haze but now he was ready to start plotting. He took a deep breath. Whatever it was he done he was sure he could get Vin to forgive him. That didn't mean, of course, he would agree to come back. He would give it two or three months, say six weeks, to get back to a secure friendship. Later actions were somewhat dictated by whatever his mistake had been, but he was confident he could fix it. Then he could suggest, maybe almost as a joke, that since the problem was no more they could get back together. Buoyed up by hope, he eagerly began his day. That, he sadly admitted, would be easy. Carefully, discreetly, steadily, he'd get Vin back. His plan settled, Ezra walked jauntily into the ATF building at just past nine o'clock. He stopped in the doorway, surprised. "Vin?" Okay.

OMG Not another MPREG I posted this flocked and since no one defriended me, I'm now posting it publicly. Title: OMG! Not Another MPREG!Author: mahaliem (who is quite tempted to use an alias, because omg! mpreg)Fandom: Harry PotterPairings: HP/SS, with a bit of HG/RW and HP/DMRating: MatureWarnings: If you'll read mpreg, you'll probably read anything no matter what it contains so why are you bothering with reading this warning?Summary: Harry and Snape fall in love, have a baby, and live happily ever after – NOT! Prologue Why is it always me, Harry wondered. Two years had passed since Snape killed Dumbledore. After searching the Wizarding World, Harry and his friends found all the horcruxes and destroyed them. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked. Afterwards, the Order of the Phoenix had scurried around, hunting for some spell, some way to destroy the Dark Lord. It was a complicated powerful spell. The lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead proclaimed him to be the one marked as the enemy of Voldemort. "Never."

Good Omens Recs Introduction Kids! Bringing about Armageddon can be dangerous. Do not attempt it in your own home Good Omens is a novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, written before they were both well known and by their own admission written mainly to make each other laugh. I don't want to recount the entire plot here because I don't want to spoil it for you, and in any case I'd be bogged down here for ages and there's not much point when you could rush out and read the book for yourselves. And obviously, being a lit fandom there aren't any pictures of the characters, apart from the illustrations from book jackets, which in my opinion are frankly a bit dubious but I'll put them in anyway. Good Omens is the story of Crowley, a demon, and Aziraphale, an angel and their alliance to save the world from Armageddon in the last decade of the 20th century. "If one were going to Hull for a quick temptation it made sense to nip across the city and carry out a standard moment of divine ecstasy. omelton

Apastapickle ATF/AU By: Ruby JD glanced up from his computer, his brow furrowed. "You know, I was thinking." "Thought I smelt smoke." Vin grinned over at him. "Not a wise decision, Mr. "Har. Vin leaned back in his chair. JD grinned over at the sharpshooter. "On your left is a boiling pool of lava. "All right Laurel and The Hardy Boys. Vin and JD laughed as they shook their heads at the slightly older agent. "When I was a kid..." "A Pasta Pickle?" "Yeah! Ezra sat open-mouthed, his eyes wide, his eyebrows raised. "Yeah! Ezra sat in the exact same position, not one muscle had moved. Vin laughed at Ezra. "You knew what I meant." "A Pasta Pickle?!?" "Yeah, JD." "Oh, like you knew how to say it, Vin!" Vin raised his eyebrows as he cocked his head. Ezra shook his head. JD held his hands up defensively. Vin nodded, his eyebrows high on his head. "Pickles?" "Pasta," Vin answered, the corner of his mouth slowly turning up as he nodded his head slightly and looked wistfully at the ceiling. JD grinned. "HA! "Lennons?"

Phil Coulson Does Not Bake (and The Avengers Do Not Shop At IKEA Anymore) Pepper Potts had held a lot of jobs for Tony Stark over the years, but only if you counted the unofficial ones. Personal Assistant and CEO, those were jobs she held for StarkIndustries. Girlfriend didn't really count as a job, neither did nanny, baby-sitter, scapegoat, whipping boy, or unofficial therapist. Avengers Marriage Counselor was not, under any circumstances, being added to that list. “Explain this to me,” she said. “Well-” “And explain it to me like you'd explain it to Thor.” “Okay,” Tony said. “A drunk Thor,” Pepper said. There was a long pause. “How would you know what comes with IKEA furniture?” “What.” “You didn't.” “You can stop talking now, this has nothing to do with what I'm calling about, this is why I dislike talking to you, there's always something-” “You went to IKEA?” The silence was telling. “You. “We've established this, yes, can we please move on now?” “What possible reason would you have to go to IKEA, Tony?” Pepper cut him off with brutal efficiency. “Yes?” Tony sighed.

Changes in Attitude Disclaimers: Not mine, No money made etc. Acknowledgments/Thanks: Mitzi..She has read this nearly as many times as I have... Mog (her AU), Debbygerl for the Cocoa Krispies (my favorite) and for perusing the story. Jimmy Buffet's Changes in Latitudes. Things had gone to hell in a hand basket. Part 2: If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall...