#novak twins

[novakrouge]

alien miyans

[rosecabenson]

The sibling dynamic with these two- They are chaos twins, whenever they are together shit breaks loose-

Like that one time Liz had to save them from getting sued-

The conversation after that must have been the equivalent of a mother lecturing her unruly kids:

Liz: first the banter- then contempt, yes Elliot I still remember that- now this-?

Casey: in my defense the contempt was Elliot’s fault! He mouthed off Taft to save his ego-

Elliot, whispering to Casey: I thought you said you were over it!

Casey, whispering back: after you tried to talk me out of throwing Taft of the bench? No way! I’m holding your ass on that forever-

Elliot: Casey how is that fair-?! That’s just you being stubborn!

Casey: your one to talk!

Liz, dumbfounded, to branch: did they hear nothing I just said-

Branch: Hey! You two, batting cages- swing until you get your lives together-

Branch, to Liz,: these kids-

Liz: your telling me-

Casey, grabbing her bat,: your ass is mine, stabler-

Elliot: keep dreaming, Novak-

[caseylovemail]

Stabler: hey bro what do you want to eat

Amelia Chase: the souls of the innocent.

Casey: a bagel

Amelia: NOOOOO

Casey: two bagels

[eyes-of-laura-mars]

EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED: DENISE BROWN AT THE FIRST PRELIMINARY HEARING FOR O.J. SIMPSON'S MURDER TRIAL LOOKS LIKE HER SISTER COME TO LIFE, IN THE SAME WAY LAURA PALMER RETURNS FROM AMONG THE DEAD IN THE FORM OF HER COUSIN IN "TWIN PEAKS" AND MADELINE RETURNS IN THE FORM OF HER DOPPELGANGER JUDY IN "VERTIGO".

[theenemyod]

Congratulations Alex and Conner Bailey for being the only fictional twins I can think of that are both alive at the end of their book/series! Amazing staying alive skills!

[samanddean76]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jimmy Novak (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, A/B/O, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Chases, Mating Bites, Scenting, Secretary Dean Winchester, Workplace Boss Castiel (Supernatural), Workplace Boss Jimmy Novak, References to Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins (Supernatural) Summary:

Omega Dean is a hard-working assistant for his twin Alpha bosses, Castiel and Jimmy Novak. At their request he stays late one night even though his heat is almost upon him. Knowing exactly where this will lead...

@spnkinkevents @spnrareships

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

OC-tober 27!

Todays prompt was AU of your choice, and my choice was Demon!AU.

She doesn’t look like her normal self but this is Emily Novak from my fic The Novak Twins vs The World. The fandom is Supernatural. She’s Claire’s twin and has a strong connection to angels, wouldn’t it be fun if she became a demon? Going against her bright future, everything she could’ve been? It fits the spn vibe.

Pen and markers on paper, 40 min.

[museswithinx]

{ text; Valerie }: That’s what I thought too. If you’ll pass along the invite to Meredith, that would be great. I’ll bake something and we can order pizza. I’ve got a family dinner for my dad’s birthday so maybe we meet at 8pm?

{ text; Valerie }: Barlow is of course welcome to come too

( txt ; Emmett ) : Can do. She's probably meeting up with Meredith after anyway, so I'll extend it when they both get here. Sounds good! Your baking is top tier, you should really open your own bakery or something just FYI. 8pm works. Tell your dad I said happy birthday!

( txt ; Emmett ) : I'll pass his welcome along!

[rodlaveraryna]

this is really basic but all too well ten minute version is soooo rafole coded

[gogonzojournal]

Minnesota PWHL Roster Looking Minnesota Nice

We celebrate Coco Gauff, Kendall Coyne Schofield, Lee Stecklein (and Taylor Heise?) playing for PWHL Minnesota, and the WNBA Playoffs.

We celebrate Coco Gauff’s first grand slam title, the Minnesota PWHL free agent signings and suspected first overall draft pick, and preview the WNBA Playoffs. Listen here or on Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Watch here. Coco Gauff, 19, Wins First Grand Slam Singles Title After dropping the first set, Coco Gauff came back to beat new No. 1, Aryna Sabalenka, to win the U.S. Open Women’s Singles…

[novakrouge]

my patreon and samu

[amina-asceric]

Oc Belated birthday party and their age

Happy 34th Birthday Akira 1988

Happy 34th Mr.Bunnyhead 1988

Happy 33th Birthday Josef 1989

Happy 31th Birthday David 1991

Happy 122 Birthday Annaliese and Rosemary 1900

Happy 29th Birthday Niki/Nikki Blueberry 1993

Happy 18th Birthday Lili

Kai is 25 years old and already celebrated his birthday 1997

Axel is going to be 26 Axel has on the 18 of January and Kai has on the 22 of September Birthday 1997

Happy 6th Birthday Damir 18.12.2022 6 years old born on the 18th December 2016 🎁🎉🎆🎂

Kijimea is 29 years od and has on the 24th of July birthday 1993.

Stepan is 41th years old he has on the 16.8.1981 Birthday

29.12.2022

Bye Tokkis 🐰🐇💗💞❤🤗😘

[beansprean]

AND THAT'S A WRAP ON WWDITS FILMING...[wails loudly]

I hope these actors know how much they have done for me, specifically. And how many times I have drawn their dumb faces dkjfhk.

Please consider donating to Medical Aid for Palestine! It's what Kayvan would want. :) 🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Waist up of Guillermo and Harvey Guillén on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Harvey!' Harvey's skin is slightly tanner than Guillermo's, his hair is sun-bleached and curling freely over his forehead, and he is wearing a blue knit crop top and denim overalls. He is hugging Guillermo from behind with his chin on his shoulder, grinning up at the viewer. Guillermo, wearing a white shirt and brown patterned cardigan, is cupping Harvey's hands with his own over his chest and looking at him with a fond smile, cheeks pressed together.

2. Waist up of Nandor and Kayvan Novak on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Kayvan!' Kayvan's skin is a rich brown against Nandor's vampire pallor and his half-up hair and slightly longer beard are graying; he is wearing a dangly gold earring in his left ear and is wearing a lime green button up tee with a red watermelon pattern. He has picked Nandor up in a hug with his arms wrapped around his waist. Nandor, wearing a long brown kaftan under a orange diamond-patterned coat with short furred sleeves, has his right hand braced on Kayvan's shoulder and the other wrapped around his back. They are both grinning widely and looking at the viewer.

3. Waist up of Nadja, Nadja doll, and Natasia Demetriou on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Natasia!' Natasia is lightly tanned and has chest wavy length hair with bangs, dark brown at the roots with honey brown and blonde highlights throughout. She is wearing a periwinkle skirt and bandeau top with an outer layer of translucent chiffon in the same color, along with poofy off-shoulder chiffon sleeves, several rings, and a thin chain necklace with her name on it. Nadja and Dolly are matching in dark blue v neck gowns with a gold pattern and front buttons, their hair half up in twin horns. Nadja is grinning at the viewer, fangs out, and leaning heavily into Natasia's side, pressing their shoulders together. Dolly sits on their shared shoulder space, perched directly between their heads with her arms around them, smiling up at the viewer. Nadja's right arm is up under Dolly to support her legs. Natasia's right arm is bent upward like one might do to support a perching bird and her left is palming Dolly's knees to keep her in place. She is smiling over at the Nadjas, half bent over from their weight leaning on her.

4. Waist up of Laszlo and Matt Berry on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Matt!' Matt is pale (but clearly more alive than Laszlo), with wavy shoulder length hair streaked with gray and a graying beard that has been allowed to grow a bit further past his chin. He is wearing a plain white tee shirt, denim jacket, and silver chain necklace. Laszlo is wearing a red button up dashingly open at the collar under a dark blue waistcoat and lighter blue jacket with a darker damask pattern. They are standing mirrored, back-to-back with their arms crossed and shoulders pressed together, looking back over their shoulders at each other. Matt smiles at his character lazily while Laszlo offers him a mildly salacious smirk.

5. Waist up of Colin Robinson and Mark Proksch on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Mark!' Mark is standing facing the viewer with squared shoulders, wearing a blue and white plaid shirt with a chest pocket, only the top button undone. Were it not for the color and a slight shape change to his glasses, you wouldn't be able to tell him from his character. Colin is standing directly behind and to the right of him, wearing a brown v neck sweater over a beige collar and dull red tie. His head is tipped back and his mouth is open in a wide grin, eyes glowing bright blue behind his glasses. Mark glances at him from the corner of his eye with a slightly amused smirk.

6. Waist up of the Guide and Kristen Schaal on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Kristen!' Kristen is pale in a human way with chin length curly brown hair and is wearing a loose empire waist black tank top under a translucent yellow chiffon top with a frilled neckline and elbow length balloon sleeves. The Guide is smiling open-mouthed at Kristen and wearing her usual black square cap, jacket, skirt, and gloves. They are back to back, elbows linked together to keep each other close, with Kristen leaning backward into the Guide so she stoops forward slightly. Kristen's far hand flashes a peace sign as she grins over at the Guide, tongue between her teeth. /end ID

[lilghostiequinni]

Even the Little Things

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Peds Doctor!female oc (Myra Novak) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: Twins were given over to the hospital, to the doctor who had helped her specifically. She felt the need to care for these babies who just appeared in her life, she wanted them to find a good home. She wanted to find their father.

Requested: NO / yes

Myra walked down the hallway to the reception desk of her section.

"Hey Tyler, where are the birth certificates for twins that were turned in last night?" Myra asked as she got to the desk and leaned against the desk. Tyler turned to find the files that were requested.

"Jules also said that something happened to the youngest twin. What exactly happened? She told me the baby would no longer be in my care?" Myra asked as she grabbed the file.

"Yeah, Jules took the baby from the room, claiming she was her patient now," Tyler told her as he sat back down.

"And you love me because you left it alone for me to yell at her about it," Myra had a smile grow on her face.

Tyler smiled at her, and then the smile fell, and he pointed behind her.

When Myra turned, she saw it was the chief of the hospital, Doctor Kari Aaron.

"Who are you yelling at, Dr. Novak?" He asked, hands behind his back.

"Jules, she's a nurse who's been acting as a doctor since she got into medical school. She stole one of the twins in my care before I clocked in today," Myra says as she looks almost like a scolded child.

"What twins?" Kari asked.

"The ones that were turned over to the hospital, to me," Myra told him, grabbing the custody papers to give to Kari, who took them and looked them over.

The papers did indeed say that the custody was turned over to Myra more than the hospital.

"Go get the baby and tell Jules to come here," Kari told Myra, who nodded and went the way Tyler pointed to when she looked back at him.

Myra started to walk down the hallway when Kari called out, "Myra if you're going to care for these children, you should think of names."

"I will use a middle name so that their father has the chance to name them when he meets them."

"It's good you're searching for him."

"It's the right decision." Myra then continued down the hallway.

When she made it to the room, she grabbed the little baby that was supposed to be in a room with her twin, and as she walked out, Jules came back into the room.

"That's my patient!"

"No, it's mine, and the chief would like to talk to you," Myra said as she continued. At the same time, Jules froze and then ran out of the room, about to ask about where Kari was, but she stopped as she opened her mouth seeing Kari standing talking to Tyler as Myra walked past the two after grabbing the folder to the twins them.

Myra sat in the nursery, feeding the youngest of the twins as she read through the files on the twins and looked at the little girl in her arms and the little boy next to her.

Myra looked back down, "Mila," she whispered to the baby as she closed her eyes.

Myra stood and put the baby, Mila, in the bassinet as she grabbed a second bottle for the little boy.

"Lexus," Myra said as she picked up the baby. She sat back down to start feeding him.

She went back to the file next to her, reading over the files, when she found the birth certificate.

She reads through it as Kani came into the room.

"I named them," Myra said as she looked up from the certificate.

"Lexus and Mila," Myra said to the older man.

Kani smiled at the young woman as she turned back to the birth certificate.

"Are you still going to that seminar later this week?"

"I don't know."

"The twins can't leave the hospital, but it can give you time to see your parents and your brother, who of which you bought tickets, VIP Paddock passes to the Silverstone Grand Prix."

Myra nodded and looked back at him, "I know, I just... I want what's best for them, but I also want them."

Myra looked at Lexus with tears in her eyes.

Kari walked further into the room and crouched before his best doctor, "What's wrong, Myra?"

"Seeing these twins makes me realize that there are things I could never have. When I was 16, I was told I would never be able to have children of my own, and caring for these children made me realize that I don't want to find their biological father. I want them. I know that I have done the right thing, though." Myra looked at Kari as she spoke.

"It's not wrong, it's okay. But your body changes over time sometimes. Have you ever considered a second test, just to make sure?" Kari knew it wasn't the best advice, but the woman before him was breaking down because of baby fever and a bond that can be once in a lifetime with nonbiological kids.

"I'm just being stupid," Myra quickly says as she brushes off what Kari told her, which he just nodded, knowing now wasn't the time for this conversation.

Kari stays with Myra for a few minutes before he leaves the room. Myra focuses on what she was doing before and looks at the birth certificate.

"Kari, what's the time difference between here and England?" Myra looks up at the chief of medicine.

"An hour, why?"

Myra put Lexus back into the bassinet and rushed out of the room to the reception desk.

"Tyler, what is the number for the McLaren Headquarters in England, the one for Formula One?" Myra questioned as she grabbed the phone sitting at the desk.

Tyler looked it up and rattled off the number to her. As Kari came to the desk, he looked to Tyler, who just shrugged.

Once the phone was ringing, Myra handed the birth certificates to Kari, "Lando Norris is my brother's favorite racing driver, and he's on the McLaren team."

"Hi, yes, I was wondering if I could speak to someone about a driver?"

"No, it is a personal matter, if you could just direct me to someone that could get me in touch with a driver or put me in contact with Lando Norris."

"No, ma'am."

"Yes, I know that you probably get a thousand calls about wanting to talk to a driver, but these are much more pressing matters. I'm a doctor at Princess Grace Hospital. My name is Dr. Myra Novak."

"Yes, I'm a neurological and cardio specialist and a Neonatal & Pediatrician."

"Thank you, yes, I'll hold."

"What are you doing?" Kari asked Myra.

"There could be a thousand Lando Norrises," Tyler points out.

"Yes, that may be possible, but you didn't see the twins' mother. You didn't see the hesitance she had as she put the name of the father down when I asked her about when I got the birth certificates. Just trust me, and if I'm wrong, we'll just find someone else. I'm only going to ask for a DNA test." Myra told the two.

"Hi, I know that. Yes, I'm sure you get hundreds of calls a day, and I'm sorry for calling, but it is an urgent matter, and I need to speak with your driver, Lando Norris."

"It's important."

"I know many people must say that, but you can Google my name; I'm not trying to get anything out of this that could go bad; I just want to speak to Mr. Norris about a patient of mine."

"Of course, I can wait."

Myra leans against the counter, looking at Tyler, "Can you start my rounds this morning? I know you're a nurse, but please, you know everything about my patients."

Tyler nodded at Myra, looking to Kari to make sure that it was okay, he nodded.

Hi, hello. Yes, I'm sure. Just please get me someone that can do something."

"I get that. I really do, but please just listen to me please."

"And I'm on hold again. I literally only want to know if he can come in for a DNA test. Why is this so hard?" The last part was directed to Kari, who just shrugged.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I know you are very busy ahead of the race over the weekend, but I really want no trouble. I just want to ask if it's okay for Lando Norris to submit to a DNA test. We will get rid of the sample as soon as there is no need for it. We have a set of twins that came in and was signed over to the hospital. He was listed as the father."

"Yes, I'm aware of how crazy that sounds."

"I really don't want anything else; if he isn't the father, I'll call you and tell you, and he'll never have to know."

"Well, in that case, he should definitely know."

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"And they hung up on me."

Myra sighed, rubbing her hands over her face as Tyler came back.

"All morning rounds are done. What did they say?" Tyler said as he sat back down in his previous chair.

"They kept saying they got hundreds of 'urgent' calls to their drivers, and when I got to someone higher up and I was able to explain, they hung up.

Myra got to work not long after that but continued to call during the day when she had a break; it got to the point that they just hung up before the first ring finished.

Myra was feeling very dejected after her evening rounds and calling for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Try Instagram," Tyler said as she sat in the chair next to him.

"I don't have Instagram," Myra looked to Tyler, who was deadpanning her. "Okay, I do, but I never use it."

"There's still a chance, or you can try to meet him at Silverstone," Tyler points out.

"Okay, I'll Silverstone, and if that doesn't work, I'll do Instagram."

Myra returns to the twins, sitting in the chair, and puts her head in her hands.

"It'll be okay," She whispers to the twins.

A/N: Follower Cele 2, here, Not much, but it's P1, P2 next week

Tags: @poppyflower-22 @samantha-chicago @barcelonaloverf1life @tallrock35 @ellen3101 @llando4norris @hellothere9597

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[painfools]

" of course it does. take it from me, harlow. i just know about these things. " he's refined that way, practically programmed to understand the world distinctly. a small town girl like her ? well, he couldn't possibly blame her for not knowing any better. " well, " he sighs, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together. " we all get nervous sometimes. we just don't have to let everyone else know that. " knows about the complicated relationship between harlow and her sister. he personally finds that it mirrors the relationship he shares with his sister too. " head held high, shoulders back, relaxed features. that'll make you look confident. "

closed starter for @painfools continued from here !

"right," she murmurs with a nod, as though she'd been silly to think otherwise. and maybe she had been. michael knows far more about this kind of stuff, about life in general, than harlow does. "that make sense." the nickname makes her a little soft, and she melts slightly underneath his touch. there's something about him that makes her weak. "i guess i'm just a little nervous about today. seeing my family again after so long." seeing owen again.

[destielnoirbang]

Who Framed Sam Winchester?

By queerwerewolf | @queerwolf79 Art by anyrei | @anyreiart

Coming to Ao3 on 12/27/2024

Rated Explicit | 29,180 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

Down-on-his-luck private eye Cas Novak gets hired by Angelic Studios president, Nick Vaught, to investigate a scandal involving an infamous literary character (Lit), Dean Winchester, and Vaught’s primary nemesis, Fergus Crowley. A devilish producer and prop designer who has his hands in every movie studio in Los Angeles. Crowley’s prop factory shares a wall with Lit Town, and worse yet, he owns the contract for every Lit. Every contract, that is, except for brothers Sam and Dean Winchester from the Supernatural book series. When Crowley is found murdered, Sam Winchester becomes the primary suspect and goes on the run. The villainous Judge Edlund vows to catch and destroy Sam, having discovered a means of killing Lits with a substance known only as “Pulp”. Desperate to prove his brother’s innocence, Dean demands Cas help him find his brother before the Judge does. Despite vowing to never work with another Lit after his twin brother's murder, Cas agrees. With a contentious start to their working relationship, Dean Winchester and Cas Novak begin to uncover an ever growing nefarious plot. Can Cas and Dean put a stop to this evil ploy? And more importantly, will their attraction to each other get in the way of saving the day?

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

“Cigars? Cigarettes?”

When I turned, it was to come face to face with Dorian Gray. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t aged a day in about a decade or so. Now whether that was because he was a Lit, or that damned portrait… His cobalt blue eyes rivaled my own, although, if I’m honest, his were always prettier. His curly blonde hair was coifed in a pompadour and his scarlet lips were curled in a hungry smile. He was dressed in a form-fitting pair of charcoal pants and an even tighter black t-shirt that left little to the queer imagination, carrying a tray of different smokes.

“Dorian, what are you doing here?”

With a wistful, overly dramatic sigh, Dorian pouted his plush lips and said, “Work’s been slow for those of us with a little more… culture.” Which meant with how many contemporary novels were capturing the attention of audiences, any Lits from the 19th century or earlier had to get creative to make a living. This suited Dorian, considering his nature. “But I’m still exquisitely tragic.”

With a soft laugh, I nodded, reveling in his beauty for a moment, although I was far too old for him now. “Yeah, you are.”

The lights started to dim and a spotlight shined on the closed curtains. I caught Crowley in my peripheral vision, straightening his tie and sitting upright. He even pulled out a small bottle of cologne, spraying it against his neck. It reeked of licorice and cloves, the breath of a child that got into his father’s cigarette case.

I turned to Dorian with a bemused expression. “What’s with him?”

Dorian smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle on his pants with a shrug. “Oh, Mr. Crowley never misses a night when Dean performs.”

“Got a thing for Lits, huh?”

At that, Dorian gave me a pointed look. “If I recall, you did as well at one point.”

I cleared my throat and grabbed my drink, gulping down half of it at the implication, feeling a warmth at the memories that comment conjured. The crowd grew silent and the band could be heard from the pit, warming up their instruments. Then a familiar intro began, an infamously upbeat Cole Porter song that had been slowed down from a jazzy little jaunt to something sedated, steady, and sentimental. Just as a soft beat began, the curtains jostled and a leg popped out, bent at the knee in skin tight purple pants.

“We’re all alone… No chaperone… Can get our number… the world’s in slumber… ” A sultry, deep voice sang in a pleasant register, masterfully turning jazz to a ballad. The curtains parted and revealed one of the most breathtaking creatures I had ever seen in my life.

“Let’s misbehave…”