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IT KNOWS WHAT FANDOMS YOUR IN

holy shit I’m trying this

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"My name is Michael Hunter. I was diagnosed with leukemia in June 2013 & was told on June 11, 2014 that I only have a few months left to live if I can’t find a donor. Please help me with my biological family or a donor match! I was born in Columbus, OH 3/1/1985 at Doctor’s North Hospital and given the name Christopher Brown. Please share"
Michael is a friend, I’m asking that you all take the time to share this. He desperately needs a bone marrow donor and there is very limited number of African American donors. Without a donor Michael is going to die.
Michael was adopted and does not know his birth family. We know he has a half brother but have no information about him.
He does not specifically need an African American Donor but because of all of the things that factor into finding a match (blood type, dna tissue etc.) , someone of similar descent is more likely to be a closer match.
If anyone knows anything about Michael’s birth family or if you would like to see if you are a match, please privately message me. I can put you in touch with him and his caregivers directly!
We hope through spreading awareness we can either find his birth family whom he does not know or find a donor match. Michael lives in the Cincinnati, OH area. Please dont just like this or scroll past. Please share this! You could save his life!

grrrls-fighting-back:

"My name is Michael Hunter. I was diagnosed with leukemia in June 2013 & was told on June 11, 2014 that I only have a few months left to live if I can’t find a donor. Please help me with my biological family or a donor match! I was born in Columbus, OH 3/1/1985 at Doctor’s North Hospital and given the name Christopher Brown. Please share"

Michael is a friend, I’m asking that you all take the time to share this. He desperately needs a bone marrow donor and there is very limited number of African American donors. Without a donor Michael is going to die.

Michael was adopted and does not know his birth family. We know he has a half brother but have no information about him.

He does not specifically need an African American Donor but because of all of the things that factor into finding a match (blood type, dna tissue etc.) , someone of similar descent is more likely to be a closer match.

If anyone knows anything about Michael’s birth family or if you would like to see if you are a match, please privately message me. I can put you in touch with him and his caregivers directly!

We hope through spreading awareness we can either find his birth family whom he does not know or find a donor match. Michael lives in the Cincinnati, OH area. Please dont just like this or scroll past. Please share this! You could save his life!

Dragonborn ||Chapter One||

First chapter of Dragonborn is out! :D Just thought I’d let you know that anything in bold is in Dragonese, so for the first couple chapters only Hiccup and the halfbreeds can understand it, but eventually Jack can too. Like the first chapter? Should I continue?

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     Hiccup didn’t dare to pause and breath. He kept running, although his heart was pounding so hard against his ribs that he feared that they would crack and his arms ached from holding the form of a seven year old boy against his chest. He couldn’t stop, or that boy’s life and his own could come to a rather gruesome end. He gave a reassuring smile to the little boy, who loosened his terrified grip on Hiccup’s hair.

     "Hello," Hiccup said gently, ignoring the distant thunder of footsteps and the roar of anger, "I’m Hiccup. What’s your name?" He gently stroked the little wings that sprouted from the boy’s back, colored in a shade of dull green that was tinted by orange. They could help him fly almost unbelievably fast, but they were too small to carry the boy more than a few feet, so Hiccup carried him. The little boy sniffled, wiping his tears out of amber eyes.

     "I’m Fireworm," He replied quietly, his grip on Hiccup’s shoulders tightening at the shouts that rang from behind them. Hiccup had dealt with the fear that Fireworm currently possessed many times before.

     "Don’t worry, Fireworm. I’m not going to let them get you," He assured softly, his bare feet kicking up dirt as he ran. He fully intended to keep his promise. He wouldn’t let the boy be brought back to the gallows. With that thought in mind, he skidded to a stop. He ducked behind a rock, signaling Fireworm to be quiet, and picked up a stone. He could hear the voices, closer than before.

     “Where the hell did they go?!” A voice hissed from the trees nearby, causing Fireworm to bury his face in the crook of Hiccup’s neck to muffle his breathing. Hiccup reassuringly ran his fingers through the boy’s fiery orange hair, then hurled the stone as far away form them as he could. He watched it soar through the trees until it was out of sight, then listened to the bangs and snaps it made as it landed.

     “Over there!” Another voice shouted, and Hiccup and Fireworm held their breathe as what seemed like a hundred men ran by. Finally the footsteps faded into the distance, and Hiccup dared to stand.

     "I told you I wouldn’t let them get ya," He said with a chuckle, boosting Fireworm up on his hip. The younger boy managed a weak smile, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Hiccup jogged through the woods, keeping a careful eye and ear out for their pursuers. He glanced around, then pushed aside a thick veil of moss that supposedly coated a wall of stone. However, when he pulled it back, it revealed a passage way. He carried the boy through the tunnel, making a point to step carefully over the trip wire set up in front of the entrance. As he walked, he looked around warily, though he knew that if no one was following him before, they wouldn’t be following him now. No one had found the hideout  yet, and he could only hope that no one would until those vile laws were abolished. He walked into the large clearing that waited for him on the other end, and there was immediate uproar.

     "He did it!" Someone screamed, and there was a chorus of shouts and praises as the crowd surged forward, causing Fireworm to cower away from the sudden commotion. Hiccup raised a hand, and silence fell.

     "It’s okay, Fireworm," He coaxed, "They won’t hurt you. I helped them, just like I helped you." Fireworm raised his head, and couldn’t help but gasp at the array of people in front of him. There was more variety in that group of about thirty than there was in candy at a candy store. The next thing he noticed was what bound them together, what connected them: the wings. The color of the leathery appendages went from the pearly white of the moon to deep black of the night sky, and included every color in between. Their wings were like snowflakes, or thumb prints - no two were exactly the same. Hiccup smiled at the younger boy’s awe. "Welcome to the hideaway, Fireworm."

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     It was such a dreary place. The black and white checkered tile floors, the walls eternally stained a dark grey, every bit of furniture a ominous shade of black. It was no place for such a bright person as Jack, and yet there he was, day after day. Cooped up in the meeting room, surrounded by other members of the department, devising ways to hunt, capture and kill all the halfbreeds they could find. And, more importantly, how to hunt, capture and kill Hiccup Horrendous Haddock.

     His wanted poster was the only colorful thing in the entire department.

     Jack had never seen how the boy could ever be a criminal. By looking at him, one would never suppose him to be the type to break the law. A mess of auburn hair, emerald green eyes, his face covered in freckles. He looked almost innocent in a way. Or at least, he would if every poster didn’t depict him with a scowl, his face marred by scars and an arrow drawn back to his cheek.

     Well, one really shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, Jack supposed.

     Though he knew he shouldn’t, he paused by the poster every day, stopping to look at it. It hung in the hallway, and was larger than any that one would see on the street. He guessed it was there to keep their target firmly stored in their minds, though Jack didn’t think he could ever forget a face like that. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he found the outlaw kinda cute.

     That by no means meant he wanted, or would try to hold any sort of relationship with the boy. No, of course not. Hiccup was a criminal, a lawbreaker. Jack would never let himself fall into a relationship with someone like that. Not that he would ever get the chance, of course. No one ever got close to Hiccup Haddock, not physically nor emotionally. That was why his wanted posters all had to be drawn. Not a single person had ever successfully gotten close enough to get an even semi-decent picture. They were either found injured, their camera broken into bits on the ground beside them, or Hiccup was simply too quick. Jack couldn’t help but find it a little amusing, how the boy constantly evaded them and drove his fellow workers up the wall, but he kept this to himself. Even if he found the laws against halfbreeds to be inhuman, he couldn’t do anything about them. They were the laws, and as a citizen, he had to follow them, so he’d help the department in anyway he could.

     He looked over as a large group returned, all looking frustrated and crestfallen. Jack bit back a grin. They had left the minute that they had gotten the message that Hiccup had showed up at what was scheduled to be the execution of a young halfbreed. Personally, Jack found it rather cruel - the boy had been only what, seven years old? Eight? - but he had kept his mouth shut about the subject, though he wanted to voice his opinion. His job was what kept him afloat, so he needed to keep it, and it would be lost in the blink of an eye if he voiced his true opinion on the laws against halfbreeds.

     “Lost him again, eh?” He asked Mr. Pitchiner, the head of the department, as the man walked by. He looked beyond angry. He was seething. The dark haired man looked to Jack, frowning bitterly. He hated the use of the word “again.” Jack said it as though it had happened many times before, and as much as Pitchiner hated to admit it, it had. Trying to capture the outlaw was like trying to catch smoke with one’s bare hands. 

     “Yes,” Pitchiner replied through gritted teeth. How dare the boy speak to him like that? It wasn’t like he made much of an effort to help them catch the Haddock boy! Glancing from Jack to the poster he was standing in front of, a sudden idea came to him. The slightest hints of a dark smirk began to pull at his lips.

     Mr. Pitchiner knew exactly how Jack could help him.

     Nicknamed Pitch, the man was bitter through and through, and possessed a deep hatred for the halfbreeds, though he wouldn’t specify why his loathing ran deeper than anyone elses’. And Pitch had a plan. He noticed how Jack stopped by the poster each and every day, and he knew the other employees noticed as well. He could hear them whisper. With their suspicions, the only evidence he needed for the claim he was about to make was how Jack stopped by the poster at least once a day.

     “Strange, isn’t it, Jackson?” Pitch asked, his voice low and his eyes glinting, “How he always seems prepared for us when we come?” Jack looked a bit confused, but he nodded all the same.

     “I suppose it is.”

     “I’m starting to think that there may be someone in the department that has been tipping him off ahead of time,” Pitch continued, his voice still eerily soft. Jack’s doe brown eyes grew wide, and Pitch’s smirk widened. He really was rather adorable. But he was disposable. Still, it was a shame he had to use the attractive boy for this particular mission. He wouldn’t have minded being able to feast his eyes on the teen everyday. “You spend a lot of time around his poster, don’t you, Jackson?” Jack still looked confused, though he was starting to look nervous. “Missing him, are you? Your little boyfriend?” Jack’s eyes grew wider, making him look like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car.

     “Mr. Pitchiner, you’ve got it all wrong -“

     “EVERYONE!” Pitch shouted, and all eyes turned to them. Jack shrunk away from the sudden attention. “We’ve got a traitor in our midst! Jackson here,” Pitch pointed to Jack, who shook his head furiously, “has been conspiring with Haddock!” There were whispers around them, which slowly grew to shouts of anger. Jack was looking around desperately for someone who didn’t believe the lie, but everyone seemed to be on Pitch’s side. He looked to Pitch, pleading with his eyes. Pitch’s smirk widened, and Jack’s heart dropped at what Pitch said next.

     “Show him what we do to traitors.”