y’all LOOK at what i just got in the mail from @jupiterjames!!!!!! i love this fic so much and now i have a phsyical copy of it?? i’m literally in awe i’m so grateful this made my entire week! jj is literally so sweet and talented and nice and you should all go follow her and shower her with compliments and pictures of otters!
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You are very welcome! You’ve always been one of the biggest fans of that fic, so I’m more than happy to gift you a physical copy of it. 😀 You are amazing and I’m not just saying that because you sent me that goliath jar of maple syrup! 😀
The scary thing is that Starfleet probably needs a separate support group for “people who have accidentally lived decades/entire lifetimes in alternate realities until it turned out it was just an hour in the real world.”
What? Oh, no, you’re looking for the “I was caught in a timeloop and went insane” support group. That’s next door.
“Mirror Universe trauma”? Down the hall.
“Dealing With My Duplicate Self” meets on Thursdays.
(O’Brien just attends all of them. If it hasn’t happened, it’s probably going to.)
Dean and Benny open up a burger joint together. Benny does the cooking, Dean’s the bartender, and they get Cas to help out with the books and business side of things. Benny’s the one who lets Dean name the place, and he instantly regrets that decision.
And Sam’s such a little shit opening a sub shop next door.
The desk was strewn with schematics, as littered and unorganized as Ianto’s thoughts as he tried to put the team’s research into some sort of usable order. There was a race, to put men into orbit, and if they didn’t solve the host of problems facing the mission, it would never happen for the US.
His brain was full of the cold of vacuum and the unrelenting darkness above the earth’s atmosphere when something warm rose behind him. A soft clatter of china, the sharp, smoky scent of tea, and Into absently turned to that warmth like a sunflower might to the sun, eyes still scanning the paperwork.
Vanya’s kiss on his forehead was even warmer, and the smell of tea was replaced by fading cologne, citrus and leather and clean skin. “Am going to the grocery shopping.” Even Vanya’s voice is warm, rough, like a split log in the fire. “Drink your tea and remember to save some of your very smart brain for tomorrow, ok? Bastard von braun does not get you all the time.”
Ianto hummed an absent agreement as he scratched a series of equations on his pad, the heat slowly receding with the click of the door.
That was the way orbit worked, he thought as he reached for the tea. He’d be back around to the sun side again before he knew it.
Jupiter Astrid James 