For xzombiekittenx, "Mistaken Fair, Lay Sherlock," by danglingdingle

...,” Will hissed sharply and suddenly held very still, the tremor of Jack’s panting dangerously sending static through his spine, drawing his bollocks even tighter. “Safe, then?” Sensing Will’s most immediate ... the stub of a candle in the holder. Following black smoke puff up in clouds as the wick caught fire, it was as if they confirmed Will’s darkest suspicions. Once the flame burned steadily, ...

[Fic] Broken Wings (NC-17) 1/2 for stageira

... Dean could barely hear him over the static. Goddamned cell phones. “I’m, uh, ...’ but it was drowned in more static. “What was that, Sam? I didn’t ..., raising his own voice over the static and thunder. “What, is someone hurt?” “.... I promise.” Over the symphony of static and thunder, Dean could hear the ...to maximize illumination, then, touching flame to wick - voila, let there be light! The ...

Fic: Cherish

...lips, he whispered, "Sam...run..." "Optimus!" Static rattled in her phone. Through it,...oodbye, Mik--a." Another burst of static made Mikaela jump. She licked her...leave you." Mikaela could hear the static growing fainter and fainter until it...Hot air blasted from his intakes. Static electricity nipped at Mikaela's toes...her hands through it to help wick out the shampoo. "Yes?" "Will you...

In regards to the regardless

Suffering burns the wick of darkness, bright is the flame of suffering sheds light on all things simultaneously transmuting our very souls into existence, into oblivion what remains is a ... us to step outside our perceived ourselves and fall to our knees at the things we never quite saw or felt because we submit ourselves to static. The world is beauty. We do not see it when we choose not to.

... Boar Thing to a haunted house/graveyard/pumpkin patch event tomorrow and i don't think he'd enjoy the hood...so this was a problem (I get to wear my demon suit, yay!) I ended up hot gluing some speaker cloth to the inside of the mouth and that is working much better! I will probably still wear a hood to wick away sweat but with a larger hole cut in the face.. Just a tip for my DIY customers!

Ending on a Low Note.

... out of the turn too early and pulled the wing into my shoulder. The ominous snap was the sound of the static wick on the far edge of the wing, just aft of the light assembly, breaking off at the mount. It was about this time I just walked into the shack, tossed the broken wick on Rick's desk and told him I was going to sit on my hands the ...

for all the times you spent running part 2

...it's the way the amber tint of his glass burns too brightly against the flickering orange tongue on its wick and his gaze wavers and snaps before staring too long into yamapi's eyes. maybe it's the way ... i can't fucking — i don't understand why. why me?" yamapi's voice strains into the static silence. a plethora of thoughts and premises swarms through ryo's mind and he grabs at the nearest wave of...

The Innocent ~ Chapter 13

... was shrouded in darkness, the candles struggling to deliver the last of their luminescence as the wick greedily consumed what was left of the wax. Feeling the strong grip on both his hands ... them in and out like the stations on an old radio, the signal occasionally concealed by static, sometimes getting one station overlapping another when their frequencies were too similar. There was the girl ...

Counter Cafe, E3

Being serious caffeinistas who'll travel for a decent cappuccino, we cycled out to Counter Cafe on the Hackney Wick hinterlands after reading about this rather lovely place on Bellaphon food blog. While we were there, we had ... staff and is a damn sight better than the Dalston Superstore . The Counter Cafe 4a Roach Rd, Hackney Wick London E3 2PA www.thecountercafe.co.uk

Part One

..."At least I could sleep through church. This place friggin' crackles like it's got a bad case of static cling." Silence. Of course, Castiel didn’t understand. Or he left. Don't you dare leave me here! ... the way in his toes. The seizure rose from the bottom up, a fire up a gasoline-soaked wick, grabbed him and shook him until his teeth ground in his jaw, hard, fast and unyielding. His scream ...