“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
I will face my fear.
Where fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
The Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear written in circular Gallifreyan on my graduation cap. I cut out a couple lines for space. Also I am a giant dork.
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When a group of dog rescuers arrived at the market to show the dogs available for adoption, somebody had left 12 puppies on the street – 8 of them were approximately 5 weeks old.
In shock, the rescuers didn’t know what to do. The group had recently canceled several adoption days at the market because of bad weather, so they were over their capacity with puppies still needing to be adopted out. Also, the abandoned puppies were so small that they needed to be fed every two hours, including at night.
That’s when a spayed stray dog approached, lay down beside the shoe box where the puppies were sleeping, and began caring for them.
She wouldn’t let anyone get near the babies.
Very carefully, the rescuers placed the puppies closer to her.
She began caressing them and offering the warmth of her belly to the newborns.
The maternal instinct kicked in and…
after a few hours, she had milk and was feeding the puppies.
The rescue group named her Vida, which means “life” in Portuguese.
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Dione lit by the sun and sunlight reflected off of Saturn. March 22nd, 2008.
Photographed by the Cassini Orbiter.
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Click here and say goodbye to your ovaries
JENSEN ACKLES, STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
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I ACTUALLY SAID OH MY GOD OUT LOUD REALLY BOLDY
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It’s not something either of them can explain.
River hears the music faintly -but not with her ears- and it pulls her in. She itches for the familiar way music runs through her and the one, two, three of moving feet to the rhythm. Dancing had always been something she excelled at- not just because she excelled at everything but because she had a passion for it. She was free to move and express herself while she was dancing and while she had never really been oppressed at home, dance could free the freest soul and bring joy to the happiest heart; and that’s what she had missed so dearly and why she needed it so badly.
As she moves through the jubilant dancers, counting their steps and committing them to memory, she can keep a pull in the back of her mind. As if the little red string of fate is tug, tug, tugging her in one direction as she’s going in another. She can’t be bothered to turn and go after it, not when the dance in front of her is so beautiful and complex and-oh, it is best danced with a partner, she quickly figures out. But the pull is still there and it’s distracting her so she pulls back. She keeps pulling until it stops pulling her and she can feel something coming. Something important. Or is it someone?
Meanwhile, Sam doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the pavilion, just that he has to go there because there was something- someone- there that he has to see. The music piques his interest for sure but his head’s throbbing and it does nothing to help. He wants to just walk away from the sound and the sun because god his head hurts, but he keeps going.
He has no idea where he’s going and Dean’s expecting a wave from him any moment to check in but he can’t very well tell his older brother that he’s going to a pavilion with music in a park because he thinks he has to. Because, yeah, that wouldn’t fly with Dean. Not when they’re in the middle of working a case with their father. No, especially not then.
Nonetheless, Sam keeps going and when he’s about 50 feet away from the clapping and laughing and the music, he spots her in the fray of dancers on the stage. A small girl dressed in pink with black combat boots. She catches his attention as he tries to rub away the pain in his temple and for some reason he just can’t take his eyes off her. She turns in a circle and her eyes catch and hold his gaze for a second as a tingle runs down his spine. Up on the stage, the same feeling lances through River and the the little red string of fate pulls taut in his direction.
She sees now. She understands. He’s what’s important; what was coming. And he’s going to dance with her. She can feel it. She just knows it. She can’t explain it.
Sam sees her glance (almost knowingly) at him again and before he knows what’s happening, he’s walking again. The pain is his head ebbs away the closer he gets to the girl and his bag drops from his shoulder at one point but he doesn’t bother to look back.
He doesn’t know the steps to the dance but he has the urge to get up on stage anyway. He has the urge to ask her to dance, to talk to her and know who she is. Because he has a feeling that she’s important to him. Or she will be. And he can’t explain why.
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