Anyway, here a few important things that I have learned in the process that you might want to implement at your end as well though it’s hard to tell if one can really prevent a determined hacker from stealing your Google accounts:
"Dean?" Sam is twelve years old, still babyfat in the face but wiry everywhere else. They're out behind the trailer, sparring while Dad's inside sleeping off a hunt, or a hangover; probably both. They seem to go hand in hand these days. It's summer in Alabama and the air is thickly humid, buzzing with mosquitoes. The old air-conditioner drones from the window. "Do you remember much about Mom?" *sniffle* Dean shares his memories with Sam, both of Mary, and of John.
The thing was, Sam hadn't been a dumb kid. Fucked up and bitter and possessed of no filter between brain and mouth, but that didn't make the unthinkable things he'd said to Dean any less sincere. Dean had had four years on his own to think about the mark Sam had left on his throat, the starry look in his brother's eyes that night at the drive-in, Sam telling him, I know it's not just me. Dean had had to bury it all away because it was true, every goddamn word of it. There was nothing Sam wanted that Dean didn't want too. But Sam had been gone, so Dean couldn't let it matter. Fantastic look at Sam over the years, wanting what he can't have - what Dean can't (won't) give him - until he can (does). (Wincest)
Kat wasn't dumb. When Dean had told her stay out of haunted houses, she'd known he was talking sense and decided she was going to live her life by that tenet. Kat's not looking for ghosts, but they do seem to find her.
Amusing, in-character House/SPN crossover. Sam's in a zombie-induced coma, Dean knows why and how to fix it, but House and Cuddy won't let him remove Sam from the hospital. Hijinks and banter ensue.
(And oh, you remember now, this is what she does: she reads the dead like Braille, like ancient hieroglyphs, she interprets the space and silence of things long gone, then whispers all of their secrets back to you, in words you can understand.) Lovely, delicate look at Booth dealing with his amnesia, trying to fit himself back into the life he doesn't remember.
Wow. Awesome. What seems like an...odd song choice really *clicks*, especially once the chorus kicks in. *sniffle* They serve at the pleasure of the President.
Amazing crossover between "Band of Brothers" and "The Book Thief" - I'm not familiar with the former except in passing, but I don't think you need to be. Takes the narrator from the latter and uses the book's style perfectly to tell a heartbreaking story that rings with truth.
How Many Roads? or, 27 Times Jim Kirk Hit On Nyota Uhura by
Jim Kirk is a pig. He is unquestionably a pig. But when Nyota steps on a sharp stone and falls, Jim helps her up without question, and he asks her deferentially whether she’d like him to give her a hand, with no innuendo, and without just assuming he’s welcome. Lovely story of the long bickery friendship between Kirk and Uhura.
"What sort of facilities do you have at home, Spider-Man?" Dr. Richards asked. "Do you make your own costumes?" / "Uh, yeah. I have a sewing machine from--" from his aunt's garage, an old Singer with three stitches. "Yeah, I make my own gear." He used plain old swimsuit material from the store, fused on a dumpster-dived ironing board with rubber webbing for strength. Took him about six hours per piece, which was why it was such a BITCH when some jerk shredded one. / "That isn't mechanized?" Dr. Richards looked surprised. "But your security system--what kind of server do you have?" / "Uh..." Peter looked at the robots, stamping out tracer after tracer. Utterly adorable sequel to "Paparazzo"
He thinks about a world in which he would have belonged, in which he wouldn't have been transparent, in which the things he said to her might have been true. He touches his hand to his mouth for a moment and thinks that maybe it was never a choice at all. He would never have been able to escape this, not really; it might as well be in his blood, in his bones, in a very literal sense. Lovely look at Sam figuring himself out through his rare one-night stands.
Eric would rather spend an afternoon getting relationship advice Mac Magill than let the truth out of the deepest, darkest corner of his unspoken thoughts: he loves his boys. All of ‘em, jackasses and smartasses, benchwarmers and superstars. He loves them for their occasional moments of sweetness and their constant low-level idiocy; he loves them for the boys they are and for the men they might become. But there are only two of them who’ve ever made Eric think If I had a son, this is who I’d want him to be. One was Jason Street. The other is hunched over a plate of untouched food, Eric’s daughter by his side, politely listening to Buddy Garrity say something or other that’s totally out of place. This totally made me bawl my face off at work (much like the episode [spoilers for 4.05 "the Son"]).Fathers and sons, Coach Taylor and Matt Saracen, in the aftermath. *sniffle*
A BSG AU set in the world of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale. Fantastic - it really takes the show's gender and reproductive issues and follows them to their logical - and horrifying - conclusions. I love that it's Caprica, and that Sonja and Boomer and Athena are involved, and that Ellen and Saul are still together and still as impotent to effect change as they ever were.
How to Fix Your Relatives' Terrible Computer - Repair - Lifehacker
Drop your bags, fix a drink, and grab the Windows CD—it's time for the holiday ritual of fixing up your relatives' computer. Here are some tips and downloads to keep handy while you're cursing all the auto-starting crapware.
Neal fleetingly wonders if this was the real reason he kissed Elizabeth, to get Peter’s hands on him. He’s always been so much better at understanding other people’s hidden motivations than his own. Highly enjoyable Peter/Elizabeth/Neal UST.
Fascinating, chilling look at Jadis. "All the world was under me," she said again in the speech of Charn, and laughed bitterly. She almost -- but only almost -- wished she had not spoken the Deplorable Word. It was ironic: to speak once and render herself unintelligible forever after, unless she spoke in a foreign tongue.
"There has been one other human that has attained this level of mastery of the Vulcan language, and she is an ambassador's wife." Sakel stares at him pointedly. / Jim kind of just has to gape at him for a second. "Are you saying I should let everybody know I know Vulcan so I can marry up?" / "That is illogical," says Sakel primly. "I merely mean to point out that it is a rare accomplishment, and one you should take satisfaction in." / "Oh my God, you have some sort of Vulcan crush on this woman!" howls Jim, even more horrified than he was a second ago. / "Amanda Grayson is young enough to be my granddaughter," says Sakel, which is totally not a denial. Utterly lovely story about Kirk and growing up and languages.
fantastic look at how creepy and frakked up Starbuck's relationship with Adama really is, and how she takes the place of Zak and what that means for both of them (and Lee). Heartbreaking.
He woke from an accident in a hospital bed without his name or any idea what had happened to him but he still knew basic things like how to tie his shoes. He could read, more than one language apparently, and write, cook a mean leftover surprise and make most cocktails which had the nurses at the hospital speculating about his previous career. / Essential, day to day things had stayed in his brain but everything else... Lovely, melancholy amnesia fic. (Wincest)
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