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If you love Sawyer&Juliet (Lost) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)
thank you!
#suliet#sawyer and juliet#juliet and sawyer#sawyer#josh holloway#elizabeth mitchell#lost#james ford#james sawyer ford#sawyer x juliet#team suliet#juliet burke#juliet x sawyer
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🍁🌺🌻 for the lost ask meme if i didn't send one already!
THANK U OMGS! does a spin
🍁: favourite season - i think it's gotta be 5!! I love the flashforwards, love the time travelling, adore suliet (of course) and!! the science team my loves!!!
🌺: favourite rarepair - hmmmm, i like daniel and miles! is that rare? unsure. also kate and cassidy. my loves. omg.
🌻: favourite minor/background character - DANIELLE ROUSSEAU MY LOVE!!!! i adore her. fave ever (I say that for everyone) also alex!!
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might fuck around and write a companion oneshot to somewhere beyond the sea!!!!!
#lost blogging with julian#i have an idea that more juliet/suliet centric where juliet is observing the team and reflecting on how they've changed since dharma
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Tagged by @captainmorningstar thank youu Zsofi, I love these so much💕
Rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat.
1. Timeless
2. Prison Break
3. Sanditon
4. 24
5. Lost
Who is your favorite character in 2?
Michael
Who is your least favorite character in 1?
Jessica, not even a question🙄
What is your favorite episode of 4?
There are soo many, I seriously can't pick one🤷♀️
What is your favorite season of 5?
Hm, probably season 5.
Who is your favorite couple in 3?
Charlotte and Sidney😍😩
Who is your favorite couple in 2?
Michael and Sara❤️
What is your favorite episode of 1?
Hollywoodland will always have a special place in my heart♥
What is your favorite episode of 5?
5x09 for Suliet reasons
What is your favorite season of 2?
Season 1
How long have you watched 1?
I joined before 1x05 and then never missed a week
How did you become interested in 3?
I've always loved the feeling of Jane Austen stories, and also Theo James😍
Who is your favorite actor in 4?
Annie Wersching, Mary Lynn Rajskub and Kiefer Sutherland
Which do you prefer: 1, 2 or 5?
Probably I'd choose Timeless, it's just so special to me
Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?
Timeless, because it has more episodes, but I've obviously seen all the episodes of Sanditon too.
If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?
Renee Walker
Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?
200% sure not😂 There's a "little" time and genre difference there
Pair 2 characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple
I'm all the way team Rufus&Jiya but even Rufus agreed that he got along pretty well with Hedy😂
Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?
Lost. Sorry but the ending of Sanditon ruined it for me💔
Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?
24 has amazing soundtrack
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Future’s Past by TheLampPost
In 2008, a year after James managed to get off that godforsaken rock, he receives a visit from a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. She hands him a locket and a letter, then demands answers to questions that he didn't even know existed. Post season 6 (Suliet) - This story is also partly set during the DHARMA days.
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Chapter 3: Truth and Tea
Aylesbury, England - April 2008
The sound of a woodpecker hammering its beak against the side of a tree carried through the open window, intruding upon a stale conversation, that for the past half hour had been dominated by unimaginative splashes of silent exasperation. Dr. Stanhope asked a question, Theresa would answer, Stanhope would ask a follow-up question, or another question, Theresa would answer, etc…
"And how have you been sleeping lately?"
They'd been going back and forth like this for months now, getting positively nowhere. And while Abigail insisted that this was good for her, that she would soon come to realize that Stanhope was trying to help her understand her condition better; Theresa knew, with absolute certainty, that she wasn't going to find any of her answers here, at these weekly one hour therapy sessions on the couch of a clueless psychologist in Aylesbury.
"Theresa?"
"Sorry?" she blinked, and sat up straighter.
Stanhope narrowed her eyes, and crossed her legs; stretching the thin line around her mouth into a forced smile.
"How have you been sleeping lately?" she repeated.
"Better," Theresa shrugged and stared down at her nails; she really should stop biting them. "But I do sometimes still wake up in the middle of the night, unsure of where I am, or how I got there."
"Hmm."
"And I've been having dreams."
"Oh?" Stanhope looked up from her notebook, pen hovering in midair.
"They're silly, really," she smiled, and shrugged. "I try not to think of them too much."
Stanhope nodded, mirroring Theresa's smile; it looked even less genuine than the first one.
"I'm not sure if you're aware of this," her expression morphed into a pensive grimace. "But, research has shown that dreams help the unconscious mind to process that which we've not been able to properly address with our conscious mind. Maybe, yours are simply a manifestation of your subconscious, trying to make sense of a reality that you've only recently become a part of again."
"Maybe."
Theresa bit her lip, suppressing the urge to explain how Stanhope's interpretation of reality lay tied to personal experiences that resided in a linear sphere of her own existence; a stable constant in spacetime. In truth, it was all relative; a construct that Theresa had believed to be true until it collapsed in on itself some seven years ago. From then on she'd resided in a vast void as an onlooker, her body wasting away while her mind remained trapped in a narrative that promoted senseless discontinuity; she was three, and looking for her dolly; she was twenty, talking to her father; she was ten riding her new bike in the rain. While in between those realities her body remained tettered to a drifting soul in an undead state. Alive, but not living.
"Trees," she said.
"Trees?"
"My dreams," she began. "Palm trees, banana leaves, and sometimes images of cobwebs with black circles, but they're not really cobwebs. They look more like the ones that you see in comicbooks, or cartoons," she paused, her mind sifting through the pictures of her dreams. "A swan, an arrow, and a rabbit. I think. They appear in black and white flashes. And there are more, but it doesn't matter, because it always ends with him."
"Him?"
"Daniel."
Stanhope had been listening to her with increased interest; the explanation of the dream chained to a piercing expression; but now her pupils had dilated even further at the mention of Daniel.
"Daniel Faraday? The man who put you in a coma?"
"He didn't put me in a coma," Theresa snapped. "I put myself in a coma!"
"Theresa–"
"I wanted it; I asked him. I knew the risks involved; we'd tested the rats, and understood that the human mind could potentially respond differently," she inhaled sharply. "I did it to myself!"
Stanhope didn't move, merely looked at her, tainted compassion melting down the sides of her face.
"I'm sorry," she leaned forward, and put a hand on Theresa's knee. "I spoke too abruptly, I didn't mean to upset you."
Theresa pushed her hand away, unwilling to accept such a thoroughly educated apology; she already struggled enough with Stanhope's ambiguous nature as it was.
They'd been tiptoeing around the "event" since she started these sessions, and Stanhope's demeanor would invariably change whenever Theresa so much as mentioned Daniel's name; it unnerved her. Why was she so interested in him? What did she want?
On more than one occassion Theresa had laid the memories out in front of her like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit into the picture of her past anymore, and in those instances it became obvious that it had always been and would always be Daniel who laid at the core of her trauma.
Was that it? Did Stanhope get off on that? She'd located the source, and now she wanted what? To excavate the neural pathways between her memories and emotions; tear down all of Theresa's defences, until she could stand it no more?
She wasn't ready to admit that she hadn't given up on him, yet. Nor ready to confess that his disappearance had ignited an overnight obsession. Every single day since she'd woken up from her coma, she'd been looking for him, and every single night he would appear to her. Speaking without words in dreams that proved to be impossible to decipher without properly working ears. But she was sure, so sure, that it meant something.
"He's still out there somewhere."
"He has been missing for over four years. Wouldn't it be better if you laid Daniel's memory to rest, and just moved on from all of this?"
Theresa snorted and crossed her arms in front of her chest; she almost sounded like Abigail. Move on, go out, meet other people; as though it was that easy to forget.
"Have you ever lost someone?"
"Yes, of course." Stanhope replied.
"Well then what if you knew for sure that they weren't lost, but still out there somewhere? Wouldn't you do anything you could to find them, and bring them back?"
Stanhope sighed and reclined in her chair.
"Theresa, there's a difference between rational dreams and irrational fantasies," she began. "Every 90 seconds someone on this planet goes missing. In the United Kingdom alone over 170,000 people are currently unaccounted for. Daniel has been gone for over four years; he disappeared along with an entire science team, and then some. I don't like to make a sport out of contradicting my patients, but it's my duty to make you understand that holding onto Daniel's memory makes it impossible for you to move on. From one scientist to another, you must understand that when that freighter lost contact with civilization in the middle of the South Pacific it wasn't because of a defective radio."
"They never found anything."
"They didn't find the Titanic until 1985, that doesn't mean it didn't sink before then," Stanhope uncrossed her legs, and capped her pen. "I understand why you're holding onto this; it's your lifeline. I see it all the time. But just because they weren't able to find that freighter doesn't mean it's still out there somewhere. You woke up months ago, it's time for you to let go."
Theresa clenched her jaw, shooting daggers at the woman across from her. In what world could this harpy ever have obtained a Master's degree in psychology from Yale university?
"With all due respect, I really don't give a damn about what you think happened. I know he's still out there," she rose from the couch; her nostrils flaring with contained anger. "And he's on that island!"
Stanhope stared, her jaw unhinged.
"Island?"
Theresa was done. Whatever Stanhope had to say, she wasn't interested in counterarguments any longer. At the end of the day she, herself, was the only person who understood what had happened, and maybe, just maybe, if she ever found him, Daniel would understand too.
"I think we're done here," she reached for the doorknob with a type of determination she hadn't felt in years.
"Goodbye, Dr. Stanhope."
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Aylesburg, England - April 2008
Harper watched her storm out, the door slamming shut with a loud definitive bang. The silence that ensued reinserted itself with deafening determination, but for the woodpecker that continued to hammer out its frustrations into the tree just outside her office window; what she wouldn't give to be that bird right now.
She reached for her cellphone, dialed the number; the line almost immediatley connected.
Theresa Spencer had been one of her most frustrating cases to date. A stubborn young woman struggling with the after effects of temporal displacement syndrome. As an acting psychologist she had had trouble holding back. The way she'd treated the young woman had gone against everything that she had ever been taught in college: 'Never bait the patient. Respect their boundaries. Guide them through difficult experiences, never force their hand. Present tools, not the toolbox.'
She'd done none of that.
And she'd lied.
All in the name of–
"Yes?" the line clicked.
Harper rose from her chair, and looked out the window. She could see the woodpecker now; a bright red feathered crown bobbed up and down on its little head.
"I figured you'd want to know that she's ready."
"So soon?"
"It wasn't difficult; she did most of the work herself," Harper paused. "She still loves him, Eloise."
"Yes, that's what I counted on; I just didn't think she would start looking this soon. Are you sure?"
"She's been having dreams; she mentioned the island."
"Really?" Eloise paused, a static crack sounded on an exhalation.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Are you second guessing my motives, dear?"
"Of course not," Harper moved away from the window. "I haven't forgotten what you did for me; I'm just not sure it's healthy to go through such lengths. Most people, they take a pottery class, start croquetching; they don't–"
"Look dear, I appreciate your professional opinion, but if I wanted therapeutic advice, I'd ask. In the meantime, just do as you're told."
Harper sighed. 'Do as you're told', that had worked out so splendidly in the past.
She put the phone on speaker, then walked around her desk and sat down. The screensaver on her Windows XP immediately gave way to a bland desktop with the standard green hillside/blue sky background shining brightly, almost happily, in her face. She hadn't bothered personalizing the image; she wasn't going to be in England for much longer anyway.
"I looked into the information that you gave me."
"And?"
"I found a woman," she double clicked on an untitled folder, pulling up the file.
"Her name is Jamie Rachel Spinoza; she lives in Miami. Her parents are Bob and Mary Spinoza; he's a math teacher at a local highschool; she's a dentist assistant. I couldn't find any connection to the island, they seemed chosen randomly by the mother. But, if what Richard told you is true, then this Jamie will be your best bet. Her birth-certificate looks… improvised," she double clicked on another file, and a fadded brownish yellow scan of a 1970s Florida birth-certificate popped into view. "It appears to have been signed by Richard himself," she snorted. "Or at least it looks like his handwriting."
"Excellent!"
"Eloise," Harper turned away from the screen and pensively stared at her phone. "You should know that she recently gave birth to a little baby boy; I couldn't find anything on the father. He doesn't seem to be in the picture; if anything were to happen to–"
"Do you have an address?"
Harper closed her eyes, and sucked in her lips.
Unrelentless.
"Yes, I'll mail it to you."
"What about the other one?"
She scrolled down to the last item in the folder, double clicked.
"Kai Nieves?"
"Did he check out?"
"According to Adam he's 'the real deal'."
"Good, has he been recruited, yet?"
"They're negotiating," Harper scrolled through a list of pictures. He was a handsome man, dark skinned, blue eyes; an unusual combination of tough and kind mixed together, but very appealing nonetheless. "Apparently, Mr. Nieves isn't exactly in the business of promoting his gifts. He wants to know what he's getting involved in, and he wants to talk to you."
"Hmm."
Harper could almost hear the wheels in Eloise's head turning as she considered the demand.
"I think he would be more inclinced to accept our offer if we tell him what happened to his parents," she suggested.
"No," Eloise retorted. "Send his details to me; I'll visit him first thing in the morning. Then book me a flight to London."
"You're coming here?"
"Of course," Eloise's voice pricked up. "If you say she's ready, then it's high time I meet my future daughter-in-law."
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3 days later
Aylesburg, England - April 2008
"He's a nice lad; you should give him a call."
"Abigail," Theresa sighed and looked up. Not this again. "Will you please stop trying to set me up with your colleagues?"
"This is the last one, I swear; he's the one."
Theresa closed The Hidden Reality by Brian Greene; thumb inserted between the pages as she sat up straighter to read the name and number on the napkin.
"Jack Hoff?" she narrowed her eyes. "Are you serious?"
Abigail shrugged.
"He's a really nice guy."
"Abby, just say that name out loud, and tell me again how he's supposed to be the one."
Abigail huffed.
"It's not his fault his parents didn't put proper thought into naming him when he was born; He's really nice."
"I'm sure he is," she pulled her legs in, motioning for her sister to sit.
Abigail flopped down; her shoulders slumped as she eyed Theresa.
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm OK," Theresa assured.
"Are you?"
"Better than a year ago."
"I'm not talking about that."
"I know."
"Why can't you just let it go, Trish?"
"Why can't you just quit setting me up with middle-aged men, Abby?"
Abigail rolled her eyes, and shoved Theresa's feet off the couch; the book slipped from her lap and landed on the carpet with a tud.
"Oy!"
"Because, dear sister; the world doesn't solely revolve around Daniel Faraday and his silly experiments!" Abigail motioned to the book as to emphasize her point. "You spent six years in a coma, and the first thing you do after you wake up is call out for a deadbeat ex-boyfriend who abandoned you eons ago!"
"You don't know that he left of his own accord!"
Abilgail gawked, her eyes bulging like that of a toad choking on a fly.
"Do you ever hear yourself?! Not a single call or message in six years, and you're still defending this guy?!"
Theresa pulled her legs back up and rested her chin on her knees; her eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the diningroom chairs. The harsh consonants; the long drawn vowels; she was getting so tired of this eternal discussion that held neither answers nor solutions.
"Can we just not?" she heard herself say. "Just not today."
Besides, her mind hadn't exactly been on Daniel so much as it had been on other brainchilds and hypotheses. Two days ago, a sudden epiphany had her digging through files and old research that had lain stored away on Abigail's attic for some six odd years. Contrary to what her sister believed, Theresa hadn't just been Daniel's research assitant. She had had her own motives for wanting to work with him. Yes, he had been her boyfriend, but he had also been her colleague, and thanks to his invaluable insights he had gotten her involved in groundbreaking research that had held the potential to bring about an enormous paradigm shift. She owed him; she owed him so much more than Abigail would ever be willing to admit or accept.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt if we cut to the intermission early today," Abigail smirked, her expression softening.
Theresa snorted.
"The guy could bake one hell of a pancake, though; I'll give him that."
"Excuse me? What was that?" Theresa gasped, and put a demonstrative hand on her chest.
"Did Abigail Imelda Spencer just say something nice about Daniel Faraday?"
She reached for her sister's forehead.
"Dear! You're burning up. Maybe, you should…hold on," she theatrically pulled the napkin from her sister's chestpocket, and held it out in much the same manner Abigail had done moments before. "Maybe you should ring up Mr. Jack Hoff; see if he can help you flush that blush straight off your face," she winked.
"Oh, will just shu–"
The doorbell cut straight through their living room banter; both sisters simultaneously looked up.
Theresa frowned.
"You expecting someone?"
"No."
"I swear," Theresa began. "If this is one of your set ups come to take me out on a date; you're definitely crossing a sacred line, my precious sister."
Abigail rolled her eyes, and stood up.
"Oh, why don't you just stuff that napkin down your throat already?" she countered, before rounding the corner, down the hallway.
Theresa laughed, her attention momentarily drawn to the number underneath the name; even that seemed like a joke: +441296 366613. She flung it away, symbolically getting rid of Mr. Hoff and his digits, but as she watched the napkin flutter to the ground, she couldn't help but wonder what a date with a man called Jack Hoff would be like; maybe, he preffered to be called Jim. She would.
"Uh, Trish," Abigail reappeared, her expression grave as she stepped back into the living room.
"There's someone here for you, but I don't think–"
"Huh?" Theresa stood and crossed the room. "Who is it?"
Abigail caught her arm, pulling her backwards before she could peep around the corner.
"I'm not sure if you should."
"What are you on about?" she narrowed her eyes, twisting her neck in an impossible angle to catch a better glimpse.
"Maybe we should continue this discussion inside? It's raining cats and dogs out here."
Theresa's eyes widened; Abigail scowled.
"Mrs. Hawking?"
She pushed past Abigail, her jaw unhinged as she faced the woman in the doorway.
"Please, Eloise, dear. Mrs. Hawking was my mother's name."
Eloise stepped across the threshold, looking for all the world like Mary Poppins blown in on a regular Eastern wind as she surreptitiously closed her umbrella with an animated flourish. Abigail remained stoic, arms crossed in front of her chest, while Theresa felt an almost irrepressible urge to climb up on the rooftop to scrutinize the current position of the weather van, just to make sure.
"Forgot your broom, I see."
"Abigail," Eloise inclined her head. "It's nice to see you again."
"Nice?!
Theresa placed a hand on Abigail's shoulder, rage burning a metaphysical hole through the reality of their current situation. There was only one person her sister desired to manually vivisect more than Daniel, and neither of them ever expected that scenario coming to pass. Apparently, Abigail had just won Satan's lottery.
"Just let me handle this," Theresa whispered; Abigail continued to scowl, but refrained from speaking her mind further.
"Why are you here?" Theresa turned to Eloise.
The old woman took a step closer, the light illuminating her aging face. She appeared much older than the last time they'd seen each other. But then, it had been over a decade ago since they'd last spoken.
"I think it's time we talk."
"Talk?! I've been trying to contact you for the past year; my sister tells me you ignored her calls and messages for over five! Honestly, I'm not quite sure whether to let Abby have a go at you, or if I should just throw you out myself!"
"Oh please, Trish," Abigail gritted. "Just give me five minutes with her."
"Yes, an unfortunate lapse in judgment on my part; I assure you, it won't happen again."
Abigail snorted loudly; Theresa remained apathetic.
"No, it won't," she said. "It was nice of you to stop by, Eloise; but whatever you've got to say, I'm not interested anymore."
"My dear, I think you would want to hear what I've got to say."
"Not interested," she turned around, guiding a fuming Abigail back to the living room.
"Don't you want to know what happened to Daniel?"
She stopped, her back straight as an arrow, nerves wound tightly around an invisible coil of her own making.
"No, no, no," Abigail shook her head. "Don't even think about it, Trish!"
But she was already thinking about it. In reality, she had nothing to go on; she'd already dug up everything there was on the Kahana, even secretly visited its last known location, followed coordinates that had left her staring into the deep blue of a vast ocean that held onto whispered secrets as though bound by an unbreakable vow. It had ignored her, stared back at her and challenged her sanity. Eloise was the only person left alive who could possible shed some light on the unsolvable mystery of Daniel's disappearance.
"Abby, could you please make us some tea?"
"What?!"
Theresa looked back at Eloise, who had taken the liberty of unbuttoning her coat; the umbrella placed against the door, dripping water onto the fading words of the "welcome home" doormat.
"Are you off your rocker?"
Theresa stepped closer to her sister, voice dropping to a whisper.
"I need to know."
"No, I won't stand for this," Abigail countered, putting her hands in her sides. "It stops here, Trish."
"Why are you so hell bend on keeping me from finding out the truth?"
"The truth?! This is not about any truth, and you know it."
"Last time I checked, it wasn't you in that coma, Abby; it happened to me!"
Abigail snorted.
"'D'you really believe that?"
Theresa shrugged; her shoulders slumped. Why couldn't her sister understand? She was a scientist, a believer of facts and a seeker of truth, always on the side of the undiscovered. An inherent curiosity creature lived inside her brain, housed in her skull, fed on her neurons, and for months now it had been aided by a second creature that was slowly drilling holes into her heart, scarring the outer reaches of her soul. It was dark there, cold.
Truth? It had never just been about the how; it had always been about the why.
"I have so many questions, and nobody has been able to give me any answers! Why can't you understand that?"
Abigail scoffed.
"Why can't you understand that I'm right here? Right now. Why do you insist on chasing ghosts; aren't the living enough?"
Theresa stared, her stomach in knots. It wasn't fair; it wasn't true.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Abby."
Abigail let out a low frustrated growl, clenching her fists together in futile surrender.
"Yeah, me too," she said, then thundered down the hallway, shoving hard past Eloise as she reached for her coat.
"Good luck with this hag," she threw over her shoulder, leaving the which unsettled.
The loud bang of the door shutting closed momentarily shocked through the corridor, shaking the furniture before it resettled.
Theresa sighed.
"Tea?"
"Please."
With a heavy heart she made for the kitchen, uncaring of Eloise following. These fights had been getting more and more intense of late. Last week she'd even scanned open ads online for available flats in the surrounding area. It would break Abigail's heart if she moved out, but she simply couldn't take it anymore.
"This had better be worth my time, Eloise."
The old woman had followed her into the kitchen, and sat down at the table; Theresa reached for the kettle.
"Daniel's dead," Eloise said.
If there was a way to get straight to the point, then surely Eloise Hawking had just nailed it. Theresa whirled around; the kettle fell in the sink, water clattering off of it.
"He died on an island in the South Pacific Ocean in late 1977."
"1977?"
"I buried him myself."
"What?!"
"I shot my son in 1977," Eloise said it with such cold conviction it made it hard for Theresa to sympathize. Not a tear or tremor burst through her poised expression, stoic figure; it was like looking at a robot talking about murders yet committed.
Theresa closed the tap, leaned her palms on the counter; her back curving under the weight of a thousand questions. She asked only one:
"You're sure about this?"
"Positive."
She turned around; the making of tea; the cooking of water, all but forgotten.
"He did it then."
"If you're referring to his experiments, breaking through the barriers of space time," Eloise rolled her eyes, air quoting the words. "Then, yes, and no, I suppose."
Theresa slowly lowered herself into the chair on the opposite side of the table, her focus never having been sharper.
"What do you mean?"
"He traveled through time, but he wasn't the one who made it happen."
Over the next hour Eloise spoke of events that started with a plane crash on a beach in 2004, and ended with a riffle deep in the woods in 1977. All through her monologue Theresa refrained from asking questions. Instead, she sat with her hands crossed in her lap, her heart slamming against her chest as the old woman revealed all that Theresa ever wanted and needed to know. Daniel had lived and died, becoming part of an immense paradox that defied all reality known to mankind.
It occurred to her that any other person would have referred Eloise to the closest mental institution in the Aylesburg, but not her. For she knew that it was possible. They'd researched the brain's ability to travel; why not the whole body?
"Why do I get the sense that you're not just here to tell me that Daniel's gone?" Theresa said after Eloise had finished.
"Because he's not."
Theresa frowned.
"You just told me your past self killed your future son; how he is not gone?"
Eloise smiled and reached for her purse, pulling from it a leather-bound journal, Daniel's journal.
"I want you to take a look at this, and ring me once you've made up your mind."
She placed a card on the table, a foreign number written on it in black ink.
She stood.
"It's my personal number; I will not ignore you this time."
She placed a hand on top of Theresa's.
"What do you want me to make up my mind about?" Theresa asked.
"Thank you for the tea," she said by way of reply, then she walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and blew out of the house on a Western wind.
The kettle, wet from water, untouched on its side in the sink.
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A/N: I know this chapter was way different! But it's all part of the story, it will make sense later on! I put some nice Easter eggs in this one, though. I'm curious to see if you guys can find and unwrap them! Let me know! I'm super curious!
Again, thank you all so much for the comments and warm messages on the previous chapter. It blows my mind that even one person would read this story, let alone several! Words really can't express how much I appreciate it.
And because I'm so grateful, I'll reveal to you that the next chapter will be set in Dharma Town again, and will include some much needed Suliet!
Thanks again! And hopefully I'll see you in the next chapter ;)
FYI: all of the characters who appeared in this chapter were on the show at some point or another. None of them were fabricated by me, but I did take some liberties with them, and expanded upon their respective story lines.
#Juliet Burke#James Ford#Sawyer#LaFleur#Future's Past#Fanfiction#Miles Straume#Daniel Faraday#Jin-Soo Kwon#Theresa Spencer#Eloise Hawking#Richard Alpert#Harper Stanhope#Abigail Spencer#Time Travel#Lost#Suliet
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I was tagged for this game by @blodreina-noumou - sure, I’ll dive in!
MY SHOWS (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER) *:
The 100 (obviously)
Shadowhunters
Once Upon A Time
Leverage
Lost
*I am monofandomous. Which means I can only do one fandom at a time. I have a tendency towards hyperfixation. Obviously, #1 is that current hyperfixation, the other four are my ones before it.
Come take a look, if you dare.
QUESTIONS:
1. who is your favorite character in 2?
Magnus Bane. Has been since the books, and Harry plays him so well on screen. I love his loyalty, his take-no-shit attitude, his everything.
2. who is your least favorite character in 1?
Marcus Kane, wait he’s dead. Abby Griffin, wait she’s probably dead too. Okay, then we’ve come to Bellamy Blake. I don’t want to hate him, see, but he’s been so cruel to Octavia since 5x04, his joking with her now is unearned since he hasn’t apologized for his cruelty, and thus I cannot stan like I used to. Sorry not sorry.
3. what is your favorite episode of 4?
"The Big Bang Job”. Eliot backstory and Eliot being awesome. Love him so much.
4. what is your favorite season of 5?
Season 3. Ish. Latter half of season 3, more specifically.
5. who is your favorite couple in 3?
OutlawQueen. Regina was my absolute favourite, and Robin was just so perfect for her. And then, of course, as always for characters that are My Type™, she lost him. That’s pretty much where my love affair with the show ended.
6. who is your favorite couple in 2?
Malec (Magnus/Alec). Before my Octavia hyperfixation started, I had a fine career as a mid-list Malec fic writer, and then gave all of that up to, well, love and write about Octavia instead. No regrets.
7. what is your favorite episode in 1?
Episode 4x10 “Die All, Die Merrily”. Does this even need an explanation? Honourable mentions to 4x07 “Gimme Shelter” and 5x10 “The Warriors Will”.
8. what is your favorite episode of 5?
A tie between episodes 3x16 “One of Us” and 5x08 “LaFleur”. Yes, I love Juliet. She’s My Type™. As is Sawyer. And of course, Suliet, which was one of the first times my heart broke in fandom.
9. what is your favorite season of 2?
Season 2, even if it was heartbreaking for poor Magnus.
10. how long have you watched 1?
I started watching The 100 in February of last year, so in the hiatus between seasons 4 and 5. Then watched 5 and now 6 live.
11. how did you become interested in 3?
I can’t quite remember, actually. I think I’d heard about it, then started watching it when my ex-fiance’s sister shared it with me. (Obviously before the “ex” part happened.)
12. who is your favorite actor in 4?
Christian Kane (Eliot Spencer), always.
13. which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?
1. The 100. That’s why it is my current hyperfixation :D I love all of the moral and ethical dilemmas, I love the intensity, I love the depth, I love the “no good choices” and then “how do you live with it after?”. That’s why I watch. Which is why I hate that the more recent seasons aren’t holding to this and are deciding we should dislike some actions and like others, even if they’re similar.
14. which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?
3, only because OUAT had 22 episodes per season instead of 13-16.
15. if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?
Parker! Parker and I have a lot in common, actually. I’m not a world-class thief, but I do have trouble relating to humans like she does, so acquiring an awesome skillset to go along with that would be cool.
16. would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?
OUAT and Leverage? .... no.
17. pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple
Octavia and Murphy. I know, you’re probably going “WHAT?! They haven’t spoken to each other since season 1 and have rarely shared a scene since”, but hear me out. They both know what it is like to be seen as the bad guy, when they didn’t do anything so different from other characters, they just got on The Leads’ bad sides. They’ve both spent large portions of the show physically and/or emotionally isolated from the rest of the main kru. They’ve both had complicated relationships with Team Adults, Jaha and Abby in particular.
This season especially is FULL of Octavia/Murphy parallels - Murphy dives into the water on the new planet (as Octavia did in 1x01), Murphy’s life is in danger from the water (see Octavia in 1x01, except this time it is a snake that saves his life rather than threatens it), Octavia is banished for stupid reasons (like Murphy in 1x04), and Octavia and Diyoza’s quest for Gabriel and the Anomaly parallels Murphy and Jaha’s quest for the City of Light in season 2 (especially relevant since we know the Anomaly will be a big plot point for S7, like the CoL was in S3).
So with all of that, if you still need some convincing... they’re both incredibly loyal. They help their people even when their people have done little to nothing to earn that loyalty, and even when their people think the worst of them. Also, Octavia is too selfless, and I really want some of Murphy’s selfishness to rub off on her. He’s not as selfish as people often think, but Octavia doesn’t have a selfish bone in her body, and she could use one.
So yeah. Murphtavia. CockroachQueen. Whatever you want to call the ship. It’s happening.
18. overall, which story has the better storyline, 3 or 5?
Well, these two are based on the same principles, and created by a fair number of the same people, with the same actors. So the storylines have fair numbers of similarities, but I have to say 5, because Lost wrapped things up at the appropriate time instead of going for a victory lap half-reboot like OUAT did.
19. which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?
2. Shadowhunters. Without a doubt. This is where I first heard Ruelle and Fleurie, and they’re both amazing artists and you should all check them out.
I’m not tagging anyone, but feel free to steal and do it. I don’t know where this thing started, but does anyone with these things, really?
#tag game#multifandom#murphtavia#because that's really why I did this#so I could wax poetic about my (not so) crack ship#still prefer niytavia though
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Do your name for that fandom/ship ask thingy.
Sorry it took me forever to respond! I prefer answering stuff on my laptop, but I reblogged it on mobile!
A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
Oh man oh man. There’s a question about platonic ships later, so I’ll focus on things I view more romantically now. Let’s go with Hameron (House, M.D.), Phrack (MFMM), Shoot (PoI), Normero (Bates Motel), Ellie and Alec (Broadchurch), Suliet (Lost), Mileven (Stranger Things), all the ships on Sense8, but especially Nominita, and Rebel Captain (Rogue One).
U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.
Jack Robinson, MFMM - I’ve rarely pointed at a character and gone “me” so often. Complete Shakespeare nerd, bad at expressing his feelings (especially of a romantic nature) and drinks them away instead, probably hardwired for monogamy to his own detriment, cares about rules because somebody has to, but mostly just wants to help people. Doesn’t give a fuck about rules if someone innocent is going to get hurt.
Root, PoI - Amy Acker is just so good. How does a character manage to be so adorable and charming in such a sinister and unnerving way? Root’s conviction and zealotry are so compelling - even in her introduction, it’s obvious that her villainy is more about serving her God than, well…villainy. She’s a truly chaotic neutral character who has no reason to care about humanity until The Machine, Shaw, and Harold. Obviously I love Shoot, but Root and Finch have some of the most amazing scenes, too. The way their relationship evolves is so organic, and their debates are fascinating. They both make strong points, and Amy and Michael play really well off each other. Dismissing one or the other as stupid is just criminal, IMO.
Ugh, I can’t decide whether to talk about Juliet Burke, Ben Linus, Allison Cameron, Mike Wheeler, or Nomi Marks. Let’s talk about Maeve Millay (Westworld) for a second. Honestly, I thought her storyline was going to be so different. I thought she was going to have a madness or tragedy storyline to contrast Dolores’s consciousness storyline, but the show was so much better than that. We watched her struggle with helplessness and then the illusion of empowerment before finally making her first real decision, and I just…am ready for our robot overlords. She broke my fucking heart so much.
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
I didn’t see Bocke so much the first time I watched Lost, but you definitely made me see it! Fandom also made me see Kate/Claire. Lost should have been more gay. *sigh*
R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
Ummmm…which isn’t? Booker & Elizabeth (Bioshock Infinite), every single Team Machine relationship, especially Mayhem Twins (PoI), Phryne & Dot, (MFMM), House & Thirteen (House, M.D.), Hiro & Baymax (Big Hero 6), Frodo & Sam (LotR), the Golden Trio (Harry Potter), Daniela & Hernado/Lito (Sense8), all the kids (Stranger Things), Ellie & Beth (Broadchurch)
E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?
Hahaha, not really. I tried to write crackfic when I was in middle school. I actually did make a fairly popular “cinnamon rolls” post about Shakespeare’s history plays, though!
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
I have never watched The Blacklist, The Walking Dead, Supergirl, or most of the Marvel shows, but I know drama about them because of the people I follow.
Thank you; these were awesome!! Fandom asks.
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OTP and kids - Suliet version
Who in your OTP carries them from the couch/car to the bed? - James
And who soothes the kids after a nightmare? - Both
Who wants to throw out the car seat because the stupid thing won’t strap in? - James, then Juliet shows him how, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Who cries on the first day of school? - Juliet
Gets the kids into the local sports team? -James
And who’s the parent that gets way too aggressive at these games? -Also James
Who in your OTP lets the kids stay up and watch movies and who sends them to bed? -James lets them stay, Juliet sends them to bed
Who sneaks candy to the kids before school, whilst the other pretends not to notice?- James, but Juliet definitely knows
Who is the parent that yells at the kid for being called to the principal’s office and who is the parent who yells at the principal?-I don’t think either of them would yell at the kid, but Juliet would probably talk to them about it. I could see them both yelling at the principal though.
Who teaches their son to tie a tie? -Both could, but I want to say Juliet.
Who explains periods to their daughter? - Juliet
Who cries at graduation? - Both, although Juliet more openly than James
Who reads the book in silly voices? -James (Omg yes!)
Who’s the one against sweets before dinner and who lets it slide? - Juliet against it, James lets it slide. He is wary of Juliet though, so only a few sweets.
Who gets rid of the monster in the closet and under the bed? -James
Which parent sneaks veggies into the kids’ dinner and who doesn’t like veggies themselves? -Both James
Who in your OTP does the “hurt my baby and I’ll kill you” speech when their kid brings someone over? - Definitely James, although I imagine Juliet could too, in that polite way, that makes the kid crap their pants.
Who goes on all the rides with the kids because their partner gets queasy on rides? - Juliet
Questions taken from: X
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GET TO KNOW ME
I was tagged by @swansqueen (I’m starting to really like you little one (yes I know you’re older than me!!)) and @chameleongarden (you like Desperate Housewives and The Pretender. I like you so much.) and @omagerdnerdynord (in case you’ve forgotten cause we haven’t talked that much lately, you’re amazing and I fucking love you! Okay, bye.)
Ok so technically it wasn’t the same tag thingy so I just mixed the two up! Voilà !
Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better!
Name : Julie
Nickname : Juju/Ju, Lili/Li.
Starsign: Gemini
Height: 1m60 (5′25)
Sexual orientation: The hell if I know.
Favorite Color: (dark) Red (gimme something red and I’m on my knees).
Favorite animal: I actually don’t know. For a long time it was squirrels!
Cat or dog: Love both but dogs! (got some trust issues with cats)
Last Thing I Googled: shrug emoji (haha)
Favourite Music Artist: Paramore has my heart.
Song Stuck In My Head: No Ordinary - Charles William.
Last Movie I watched: I watched (for the hundredth time) Aliens tonight (I just adore that movie) and in the theaters I saw Papa ou Maman 2 (good laugh!)
Last TV Show I watched: Hmm, I guess Supergirl yesterday (I’m catching up!!).
What Are You Wearing Right now: Black pullover and cream pants but pj soon!
Do You Have Any Other Blogs: Nope.
What Kind Of Stuff Do You Post: Mostly Outlaw Queen and Friends I’d say, with Kabby and Suliet and pretty much everything I love from TV shows to movies, passing by books and quotes. My blog is a mess, haha.
When Did You Create Your Blog: October 2012 if I’m correct (HAS IT REALLY BEEN THIS LONG?)
Do You Get Asks Frequently: Not really.
What made you decide to make a Tumblr: My sister made one and told me about it and I started looking for gifs of The Mentalist cause I was catching up on the show and that was the beginning of the end!
Why Did You Choose Your URL: Something French, something Disney, something about me.
Gender: Female
Hogwarts House: *sorting hat’s voice* Gryffindor!
Pokemon Team: Never watched it, woops.
Average Hour Of Sleep: my sleeping pattern is totally fucked (as is my brain). If you let me I’ll sleep 11 hours but on weekdays I’m more around 7 (and I’m always tired but I need my tv shows dammit)
Lucky Number: 3 and 23 (not lucky really but I feel close to them, haha, I just lost all credibility and sound like a nuts job!).
Favourite Characters: Regina Mills, Chandler Bing, Monica Geller, Juliet Burke, James Ford, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Leslie Knope, Brooke Davis, Hayley James Scott, Lexie Grey, Dana Scully, Bonnie Winterbottom, Bay Kennish, Leo Hendrie, Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Bree/Susan/Gaby/Lynette (they’re a package deal ok?), Miss Parker, Alex Danvers, Ellen Ripley, Fräulein Maria, etc. etc.
How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: Currently? Ahem, 4. (It’s cold ok?)
Dream trip: Norway, Greece (Santorini to be precise), Venice, Iceland, Ireland, the USA, the whole damn planet!
Dream Job: Hoping to become a neuropsychologist here. Real dream job would be professional procrastinator though, let’s not pretend otherwise.
Following: I’m following 531 blogs and 313 are following me (was that the question?).
I tag: @those-lesbian-ships, @abigailgriffins, @avery-merry-cherry, @amandastherealdeal, @lordstormborn, @snowgina, @onceuponahappytime, @mynerdychronicles, @dee-thequeenbee, @rosebstan aaand ok I’ll shut up now.
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thanks @argentsxarrow for tagging me! <3
Name: jessica
Nickname: jess
Gender: female
Star Sign: cancer
Height: 5′5′’ (or something like that lmao i don’t remember)
Time: 5.28 pm
Birthday: july 13
Favourite Bands: fall out boy (#1), my chemical romance (#2)
Favourite Solo Artists: marina and the diamonds
Song Stuck In My Head: church by fall out boy
Last Movie I Watched: district 9
Last Show I Watched: how i met your mother
When Did I Create My Blog: who knows...
Last Thing I Googled: something about my university
Do I Have Another Blog: no
Do I Get Asks: not really
Why I Chose My URL: bc i love juliet burke (née carlson) she’s one of my ultimate faves
Following: someone
Followers: someone
Average Hours of Sleep: 6-7 hours, a bit more when i’m lucky
Lucky Number: no lucky number for me
Instruments: i used to play guitar but i quit bc of reasons :( (not because i didn’t like it, i loved it!)
What am I wearing: a grey sweater and black pants
Dream Job: something in the field of criminology (it’s like... my only “active” passion)
Dream Trip: new zealand (but also so many places in Northern Europe and Canada)
Favourite Food: pizza (#1), lasagna (#2) (you know... italian food...... the best)
Nationality: italian
Favourite Song Right Now: church by fall out boy
Sexuality: bi
Hogwarts House: gryffindor
Favourite Animals: dogs, wolves
Dog or Cat Person: dog person!
Blankets you Sleep With: one or two
Why I Got A Blog: i want to see posts about the stuff i love, that’s it
Favourite Characters/Top 3: can i say 3 males and 3 females? bc they are too many! Males: dean winchester, tony stark, eleventh doctor (honorable mentions: frank castle and spencer reid); Females: juliet burke, jessica jones, arya stark (i guess? but also allison argent ugghh there are too many!)
# of Blankets you Sleep With: again one or two
# of Posts: many
Pokemon Team: not my thing
Favourite Colour: red and purple
Relationship status: single probably forever, i just can’t with people ahah
Lipstick or chapstick: both? depends on the occasion
Last song I listened to: the last of the real ones by fall out boy
Top 3 Shows: lost is definitely my #1... i can’t choose only 2 you can’t do this to me
Top 3 ships: destiel, malec, suliet
Books I’m reading: i’m rereading jane eyre for university
too tired to chose who to tag as usual, if someone wants to do this go for it you have my blessing
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If you love Sawyer&Juliet (Lost) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)
thank you!
#suliet#sawyer and juliet#juliet and sawyer#juliet burke#sawyer#james ford#elizabeth mitchell#lost#josh holloway#sawyer x juliet#james sawyer ford#team suliet#juliet x sawyer
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Please join me in congratulating two new moderators, one of which is a returning moderator, girl under the floor, and Sulieter (Julie) as our newest Moderator Support Team Manager!
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