#Agent Walker fan fiction

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, January 13th

Joyce's hospital room. Joyce has a hand mirror and is looking at her reflection. There's a large bandage on her head. JOYCE: I don't know, Buffy. I think I'll look like I have a cat on my head. We see Buffy holding a wig. BUFFY: But a very well-groomed cat. JOYCE: I think maybe I'll ... stick with a scarf. BUFFY: Come on, wigs are fun. We can get you a whole bunch of different ones. You know, you can be, like, Sixties Mom, Action Mom... (wiggles her hips, suggestively) French Maid Mom... JOYCE: (smiles) I must be getting better, 'cause you're making fun of me.

~~Into the Woods~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #69 — Vengeance Ain’t Justice by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What if Glory had won? by FPBarbieri (Buffy & Glory, G)

scorch marks by CallMeVampy (Giles/Jenny, E)

A Hell of his Own by Pinkperson (Buffy/Angel, T)

You, Me by zombiesam (Buffy/Giles, T)

Take Me Home Tonight by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Poet At The Door (or: Not Writ In The Stars), Chapter 10 by Eyeballs_to_Entrails (Spike/Drusilla, M)

Flavor of the Week, Chapter 8 by Alittleauthor (Giles/Inara, multiple crossovers, G)

Closer Enemies, Chapter 8 (complete!) by fatalfae (Buffy/Angel, E)

Buffy the Tenno, Chapter 35 by DarkPhoenixLady (Buffy/OC, T)

Under the Water, Chapter 26 by dwinchester (Gage, M)

Ecstasy: A Sexy Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fan-fic Fantasy, Chapter 3 by TheUnbrokenSpell (Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Willow, M)

If I Died In Your Arms (Third Chances), Chapter 2 by Ruby_Red_Stained_Glass (Angel/Darla, not rated)

Sisters, the adventures of Sam and Buffy Carter - Year 1, Chapter 6 by FPBarbieri (Buffy, Stargate and Marvel crossover, G)

what I should have done, part two by Agent Lokitty on Tumblr (Giles/reader, not rated)

the family you need, part 11 by Agent Lokitty (Goles/reader, not rated)

the family you need, part 12 by Agent Lokitty (Giles/reader, not rated)

the family you need, part 13 by Agent Lokitty (Giles/reader, not rated)

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 13 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Three Little Words, Chapter 7 by Maxineeden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Afterburn, Chapter 4 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Something Lost Something Found, Chapter 5 by Safire (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Prodigal Boyfriend, Chapter 6 by myrabeth (Buffy/Spike, 18+)

An odd Couple of grumpy old Brits, Chapter 10 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 8 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 13 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Heaven Sent, Chapter 1 by sunalso (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Manip: SuSuSunnydale, here's to the fools who love, Chapter 8: Pride and Prejudice by loveisntbrains_ (worksafe)

Banner: Tillow by NotASlayer (worksafe)

Icons: Buffy in S01E11 by slashericons

Gif: buffy summers first gif attempt😓 by bluestarsandclouds (worksafe)

Manip: "Miss You" by Sweetbox by oveliagirlhaditright (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Video: applying my gen z humor to buffy in s6 by incognitoduck11

Fanvid: Buffy The Vampire Slayer | Spike - You Don’t Know by T

Fanvid: buffy & spike | midnight rain x daylight by loveisntbrains

Fanvid: Spike & Buffy My Life Would Suck Without You by Moon Child

Fanvid: Buffy and Giles || Honey, It's Alright by Lucy Whiskers

Fanvid: Buffy + Lake - I am a person by Faith Victoria (Infinity Train crossover)

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Revival Season 10 Episode 8: Saving Molly Walker by Buffy the Vampire Slayer Chosen

[Reviews & Recaps]

Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 12 and 13 "Bad Eggs" and "Surprise" by mothmans-wedding-photographer

Video: Let's Rewatch Buffy! Season 2, episode 2 by Jenny Trout

Video: School's Out! Buffy Season 3: Review/Discussion by Revisiting The Buffyverse

Podcast: Villains S6 E20 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by Lisa M. Lilly

[Fandom Discussions]

Challenge #7 Make a list of fannish and/or creative resources by sparrow2000

Dream: Buffy in Anime by madimpossibledreamer

fuffy really has everything by antlerslayer

thoughts on the Buffy season two premiere where we see her dealing with her trauma etc by moodyseal

It’s canon that Giles and Jenny use the same coffee mug by mycatismyfriend

one of the reasons I really wish Spike never got his soul back by the-crooked-library

“Monster of the Week” format sci-fi and fantasy shows that are stuck in one location by tossawary

fuffy thoughts by annieofhearts

Thoughts about faith/cordelia by annieofhearts

how I think each Buffy character feels about cilantro by tana-draws

Question - Why Buffy never moved on from Sunnydale after "Blood ties"? continued by NoShip

Buffy being kicked out of her house continued by multiple posters

Lilah Morgan in “Dead End” by Pumpkins217

Why is Connor, an innocent kid manipulated and used almost his entire life, considered the worst character in the series? by Angelfirenze

Giles should have been the primary face of the First by Ecstatic_Speaker7473

What's up with the potentials?? by Wasted_Truth

When was it established [Buffy and Spike] would have a relationship by katywell

What episode makes you laugh out loud and also cry? by rednax2009

if you could professor walsh-together 1 buffy season what would it be by katywell

This forced triangle [Xander/Buffy/Angel] is the worst by DreamersArchitect

3 Slayers by Rich-Industry339

Season 6? by happyman778

Normal Again theory by Rich-Industry339

Characters from different universes who would be besties by Sad_Abbreviations318

Season 7 spoilers: why didn't Buffy... by AutomaticService8468

Why do Vampires want to turn earth into a hell dimensions? by Strongi_Klaus

What's your favorite moment that's so small, it barely counts as a moment? by InfiniteMehdiLove

Did vengeance demons for guys exist? by Eagles56

“Wild at Heart” by Pumpkins217

Video: Buffy The Vampire Slayer | Anatomy Of a Toxic Relationship by kitten_kween

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#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #angel the series #ats

[snowflakewrites1381]

CHARACTERS

As I am writing fan fiction, I gathered all the popular characters from different movies, and for some of the characters I changed their names, profession, style etc for the story convenience.

Lloyd Hansen (MALE PROTAGONIST 1)

- 32 years old

- CIA agent

- Status -> Single

- Strict, Passionate about his work, skilled mercenary and sometimes being possessive over the things.

Laila (FEMALE PROTAGONIST 1)

- 26 years old

- Techie, martial artist

- Status -> Single

- lovely girl, loves animals, quick problem solver, dare and dashing

Gisele Yashar (FEMALE PROTAGONIST 2)

- 28 years old

-  Brilliant Cop

- Status -> Single

- Dedicated, loyal, hardworking, totally a badass female

August Walker (MALE PROTAGONIST 2)

- 35 years old

- Famous Detective

- Status - Being single after his wife demise.

- Have a daughter (Maya Walker)

Maya Walker

- 10 years old

- Daddy's little girl

- Talented, creative and easy going girl and can be tough when situation demands.

Dr. Will Traynor

- 29 years old

- Psychiatrist / Surgeon

-  Married to Emily Rose

- Funny, charismatic guy

Dr. Emily Rose Traynor

- 29 years old

- Nutritionist

- Married to Dr. Will Traynor

- Stylish, Dedicated, down to earth personality

I Would say, these are the main characters in the story. And more characters and stuff will be introduced in the upcoming chapters ,according to the story ...

Thank you for reading...💕

Don't forget to vote and comment...:)

If you guys, having any suggestions then please let me know in the comment box...

#the chaos #lloyd hansen #august walker #gal gadot #chris evans #henry cavill #ana de armas #sam claflin #lilly collins

[superghfan]

General Hospital Alum and Primetime MVP Dead at 45

“What a beautiful, bright light we lost today.”

Multiple fandoms are mourning the passing of much-loved actress Annie Wersching. To General Hospital fans, she was Amelia Joffe. Viewers of Star Trek: Picard knew her as the Borg Queen. And Vampire Diary lovers know her Lily was the mother of the Salvatore brothers.

It is a testament to her strength, determination and talent that even many of those who worked with her in recent years had no idea that Wersching was fighting cancer.

“What a beautiful, bright light we lost today,” tweeted Jeri Ryan (Seven of Nine, Star Trek: Picard). “I’m so lucky to have had the chance to work and play with [her]. My heart breaks for her beautiful family and everyone who was lucky enough to know her.”

It would be almost impossible to list all of the roles in which Wersching made a lasting impression. Apart from those previously mentioned, she also captivated viewers in parts both big (Agent Reese Walker, 24) and small (name a show, and it’s likely she did a guest gig).

But for daytime fans, she’ll always be remembered as fictional General Hospital TV producer Amelia, who came to town seeking vengeance against Kelly Monaco’s Sam, who’d seduced and killed her father years earlier. Eventually, it would be revealed that Sam (using the name Angela Monroe) killed Amelia’s abusive dad in self-defense.

Despite only appearing on General Hospital for six short months, Joffe made a long-lasting impression with viewers, many of whom happily tracked every step of her career.

Although diagnosed with cancer in 2020, many in Wersching’s circle did not know of her health crisis. On a Go Fund Me page friend and former co-star Ever Carradine created to help support Wersching’s husband, Steve, and their sons — Freddie, Ozzie and Archie —  she wrote: “She wanted to protect her boys. She wanted to get better so she could continue working. And honestly, she just didn’t really want to talk about it. She wanted to live her life, on her terms, and be with her family.”

X

**Thanks to Stephanee for the heads up! 

[incarnateirony]

You know, i've never been a celebrity. just a person that helps make celebrities. but this entire thing really just. kinda is an experience in people only reading and focusing on what they care about.

I've never been particularly subtle about who I am--from explaining the violent path surviving domestic violence that threw me both into and out of media; of sunnyside, houston; of new orleans, birmingham, and yes, Atlanta. Of 8ball, of Susan.

I lost my nut more than once about white feminism in this fandom guzzling down CW labels of progress after axing dozens of black entertainment pieces from broadcast primetime, or about internal decisions hurting real friends of mine, even inside Supernatural or other CW shows, most of which also, you know, hit a certain demographic.

I was the one flagging at All American while Supernatural and Walker fandoms crowed at each other's throats and tried to make it all one or the other. The one talking about megastation history.

Fans idolize media to the point that it's all a fictional, perfect, alternate universe within a box. there's the pretty, magical people in the tv and then there's normal people, and the normal people get this idea that the way to access their favorite pretty, magical people in the box come from spending slavish amounts of money screaming to VIP tickets, conventions and concerts but you know that's just. That's just being a customer, which means the industry is working.

Realistically, half of media is a bunch of feral cats adopted by random rich guys that picked out one random tom missing three teeth and half an ear because He Has Spunk. *ESPECIALLY* in the south. LA and the west coast may have its privileged college centers and graduating through life on trust funds into good positions, but the gulf was a self built land of self built people, which is why I keep stressing that ya'll ain't ready for what's going down.

"Former media" was fun when it, too, was a disconnected concept not attached to Favorite People In The Shiny Box, but the second it gets personal and breaks that AU illusion everybody's fucking hair catches on fire.

It's just funny. Now that everything's going down that reality funnel people are trying to scream or cry or deny or... google their way through my own life. People so disconnected they think "survivor of violent texas trauma" somehow discredits you from rolling with the starbreakers, as if that's not where we all fucking came from, you privileged assholes.

We all make each other. Together. Always been the whole point. And now Atlanta is self-owned again under Grays with WB leaning its entire TV future on it. So. Let's go. Let's do it.

"Minerva the Atlanta sleeper agent" is funny and all as a meme but like. Every post I talked about how deep my passionate hatred of CW went far and beyond SPN due to friends and it just whistled overhead and everyone insisted it must be ship warring.

Nah. Atlanta and NOLA's back in primetime where it used to be.

Let's crash this bitch.

Walked into this bitch two years after retiring and yall just now catching up to my ass

i just. you can tell real quick who crawled out of an ivory tower and silver spoon path they consider Rough Life when they can't figure out how the same bitch has worn a hard hat with a demolition hammer, then hopped in a fucking car for night life. lmfao say you've had a very boring life while taking no chances without telling me.

no wonder yall suddenly so salty. yeah. it's about acting and doing. We all got our problems, some people learned they gotta actually pick up their shit and fight for it. And people realizing real quick this twitter screeching aint it.

#behind the 8ball #Youtube #we're going home

[pvterri]

Timecop journeys

After a shootout with McComb's henchmen, Fielding is wounded and Walker escapes back to 2004.Īrriving in an altered future where McComb is a wealthy presidential frontrunner and has shut down the TEC, Walker appeals to Matuzak, who has no knowledge of the changes to history. Fielding turns on Walker, revealing she works for McComb. The older McComb warns his younger self that they must not touch because the same matter cannot occupy the same space, then kills Parker. They are interrupted by McComb from 2004, who advises his younger self that the chip will become highly profitable. They are sent back to 1994 to investigate McComb, and witness a disagreement with his business partner Jack Parker over manufacturing a new computer chip. Surviving an ambush by McComb’s henchmen, Walker is assigned a new partner, TEC rookie Sarah Fielding. Walker and Matuzak agree McComb is a criminal, but need solid evidence. Refusing to testify, Atwood is sentenced to death and returned to 1929 to complete his fatal fall. Fearing McComb will erase him from history, Atwood jumps to his death, but Walker catches him mid-leap and returns them to 2004. Atwood admits to working for Senator McComb, who is abusing his oversight of time travel technology to raise funds for his upcoming presidential campaign. Ten years later, Walker is a veteran TEC agent, and is sent back to October 1929 to prevent his former partner Lyle Atwood profiting from the stock market crash. Walker is left for dead as the house explodes, killing Melissa. Leaving home, he and his wife Melissa are attacked by unknown assailants. DC Metro Police officer Max Walker considers accepting a position with the TEC. Senator Aaron McComb volunteers to chair the oversight committee and Eugene Matuzak is nominated as the TEC's first commissioner. Spota convinces them that changes to history are already manifesting, evidenced by arms trafficking shipments paid for in stolen Confederate bullion. In 1994, the Justice Department sends George Spota to the Senate Appropriations Committee for approval on a secret project: the establishment of the Time Enforcement Commission (TEC) to police the new threat of time travel. In 1863 Gainesville, Georgia, a time traveller with modern laserdot-equipped machine-pistols slaughters Confederate States Army soldiers and steals their shipment of gold. Although met with mixed reviews, it is generally regarded by critics as one of Van Damme's best films. Timecop remains Van Damme's highest-grossing film as a lead actor (his second to break the $100 million barrier worldwide), having become a cult classic with fans. The story follows Walker's life as he fights time-travel crime and investigates the politician's plans. It also stars Ron Silver as a corrupt politician and Mia Sara as Melissa Walker, the agent's wife. federal agent in 2004, when time travel has been made possible. The film stars Jean-Claude Van Damme as Max Walker, a police officer in 1994 and later a U.S. It is the first installment in the Timecop franchise. The film is based on Timecop, a story created by Richardson, written by Verheiden, and drawn by Ron Randall, which appeared in the anthology comic Dark Horse Comics, published by Dark Horse Comics. Richardson also served as executive producer. Timecop is a 1994 American science fiction action film directed by Peter Hyams and co-written by Mike Richardson and Mark Verheiden.

#Timecop journeys

[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recs: For Fans of Only Murders in the Building

Finlay Donovan is Killing It by Elle Cosimano

Finlay Donovan is killing it...except, she’s really not. A stressed-out single mom of two and struggling novelist, Finlay’s life is in chaos: The new book she promised her literary agent isn’t written; her ex-husband fired the nanny without telling her; and this morning she had to send her four-year-old to school with hair duct-taped to her head after an incident with scissors. When Finlay is overheard discussing the plot of her new suspense novel with her agent over lunch, she’s mistaken for a contract killer and inadvertently accepts an offer to dispose of a problem husband in order to make ends meet. She soon discovers that crime in real life is a lot more difficult than its fictional counterpart, as she becomes tangled in a real-life murder investigation.

A Line to Kill by Anthony Horowitz

When Ex-Detective Inspector Daniel Hawthorne and his sidekick, author Anthony Horowitz, are invited to an exclusive literary festival on Alderney, an idyllic island off the south coast of England, they don’t expect to find themselves in the middle of a murder investigation - or to be trapped with a cold-blooded killer in a remote place with a murky, haunted past. Arriving on Alderney, Hawthorne and Horowitz soon meet the festival’s other guests - an eccentric gathering that includes a bestselling children’s author, a French poet, a TV chef turned cookbook author, a blind psychic, and a war historian - along with a group of ornery locals embroiled in an escalating feud over a disruptive power line. When a local grandee is found dead under mysterious circumstances, Hawthorne and Horowitz become embroiled in the case. The island is locked down, no one is allowed on or off, and it soon becomes horribly clear that a murderer lurks in their midst. But who?

The Marlow Murder Club by Robert Thorogood

To solve an impossible murder, you need an impossible hero… Judith Potts is seventy-seven years old and blissfully happy. She lives on her own in a faded mansion just outside Marlow, there’s no man in her life to tell her what to do or how much whisky to drink, and to keep herself busy she sets crosswords for The Times newspaper. One evening, while out swimming in the Thames, Judith witnesses a brutal murder. The local police don’t believe her story, so she decides to investigate for herself, and is soon joined in her quest by Suzie, a salt-of-the-earth dog-walker, and Becks, the prim and proper wife of the local Vicar. Together, they are the Marlow Murder Club. When another body turns up, they realize they have a real-life serial killer on their hands. And the puzzle they set out to solve has become a trap from which they might never escape…

The Family Chao by Lan Samantha Chang

The residents of Haven, Wisconsin, have dined on the Fine Chao restaurant’s delicious Americanized Chinese food for thirty-five years, content to ignore any unsavory whispers about the family owners. Whether or not Big Leo Chao is honest, or his wife, Winnie, is happy, their food tastes good and their three sons earned scholarships to respectable colleges. But when the brothers reunite in Haven, the Chao family’s secrets and simmering resentments erupt at last. Before long, brash, charismatic, and tyrannical patriarch Leo is found dead - presumed murdered - and his sons find they’ve drawn the exacting gaze of the entire town. The ensuing trial brings to light potential motives for all three brothers: Dagou, the restaurant’s reckless head chef; Ming, financially successful but personally tortured; and the youngest, gentle but lost college student James. As the spotlight on the brothers tightens - and the family dog meets an unexpected fate - Dagou, Ming, and James must reckon with the legacy of their father’s outsized appetites and their own future survival.

#murder mystery #mystery #fiction #to read #TBR pile #tbr #library books #reading recommendations #book recommendations #bookrecs #booklr #only murders in the building #only murders hulu

[henryandkalcavillsdogpack41482]

From this:

1 ( this is such an interesting question), 2, 3, 4 & 11

For you:

@theluxuriousfangirl must have had fun, the first time so she came back and asked me some new questions. All I will say is question #1 took the longest to answer and I had to get a bit creative. I just hope that some of the answers don't freak anyone out. I do get a bit candid with questions 1 and 11.

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

Character Profile

Lindsee Deanna Peterson, Eldest child, is an Aries born April 14, 1982, in Wilmington, Delaware at 11:20 PM.

Hates birthdate with a passion (believe her it’s a long story). That's probably a section of part two in Birthday Girl.

50% Southern from Mother's side.

Favorite TV Shows are The Golden Girls, Designing Women, and All the CSI shows. Frasier, The Nanny

Is a 4th Generation Domestic Violence Survivor, Battled with Atypical Anorexia and Binge Eating Disorder for 15 years, it failed to kill her 3 times. Suicide Survivor (Attempted, former crush committed suicide in November 2003, younger brother almost committed suicide, but was stopped before he could while on anti-depressants for depression in July 2010).

Eating Disorder Recovery started January 13, 2010, it’s also Orlando Bloom’s birthday.

 Has an associate degree in Human Services, started a BA for Behavior Science, haven’t completed associates in Criminal Justice yet.

Loves psychology and True Crimes, again probably know a bit too much about the major true crime cases that have happened in Delaware going far back as 1987.

Was physically there or near the crime scene of a double homicide/suicide as it occurred in February 2013, was in class college campus was a block down the road from the courthouse, heard the gunshots and fire. This later became the First Murder Case where cyberstalking was used. Will find some way where can use this as part of a story plot line in a fan fiction or a script.

Favorite College Courses were Psychology ones, took Human Sexuality for Criminal Justice and Psychology of Terrorism for Human Services, Domestic Violence Psychology for Behavior Science BA.

Wanted to be an FBI Agent in the Behavior Science Unit, unfortunately eating disorder got in the way.

Has 13 tattoos, 4 of them are Recovery themed, one of them has been like and retweeted by Def Leppard Drummer Rick Allen, his favorite Recovery tattoo of mine is my Infinity One Direction lyrics one.

Got first tattoo at age 34, it was a tribal monkey.

Am a huge animal lover. Has a pet cat named Keppel who was named after one of the homicide detectives who worked on Ted Bundy’s homicide case for the murders that occurred in Washington state.

 Job is a Dog Walker/Pet Sitter, Doggie Daycare Attendant/Dog Kennel Tech. Have even been called a Dog Whisper at times lol.

Knows things about the most random things in the world. Then again one of favorite courses in school was any kind of History.

Wants to go visit Ukraine at first it was because wanted to go on the Chernobyl Tour, but now it’s also to go help with animal shelters.

Have an unexplainable interest in Volcanoes (probably know the most random facts about Mount. Saint Helens interruption), Earthquakes, and Tsunamis.

 Also includes Sharks. Loves Shark Week.

Bucket List Items: Go to Oklahoma City and Visit the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial, go to Europe and visit Holocaust Concentration Camps and Memorials.

Hate fake people, liars, people who always complain and don’t want to do anything to change or get them out of their current miserable situation, lazy, cheat and are entitled or feel entitled or don’t want to put in the actual work and responsibility to get something that should be earned and not just given to them. Also hate people who Don't Respect her or other people's Personal space and boundaries.

Believes in the Karma theory. Reap What you sow. Karma does come back to bite you in the ass. Ex, Abusive Fiancé had to learn that the hard way, served him his Karma because of acting like one of the female characters often wrote about in fan fiction stories. Writing is also what fucked him and still has been and always will. Just never fuck with a woman writer, you end up being a character rather by choice or not by choice.

Has the most random sixth sense, one being she has felt when someone is in the process of passing away. When Betty White had passed away, was reciting one of Rose's lines from an episode of the Golden Girls and it was around the same time she passed away.

Uses most creative ways to safely and legally get celebrities attention, often try to always top oneself. Must always get creative.

Uses Creativity at times to sometimes solve problems.

Doesn’t like to copy or follow anyone’s lead. Hates when someone wants to copy her original idea because it worked for her so it should work for them.

Favorite bands are Def Leppard and Duran Duran.

Has had an editor’s letter printed in the November 2004 Cosmopolitan issue in response to a article about the BTK Killer.

Was featured in a newspaper article for Wilmington News Journal in February 2012 that was about eating disorders during Eating Disorder Awareness Week 2012.

How’s that for a character introduction?

2. Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?

This is like a complicated mess of what I have been like and might still be like lol. I would say that I feel like I am one of those Oracles from Ancient Greece (just not drugged up on psychedelic drugs or going through mini demonic possession episodes) while and during writing. I have scene and story idea visions, characters having conversations going back and forth in my head. I’ll have certain songs or a certain music on repeat. Like I had mentioned before, when I was writing Shattered, I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3, 9 times. For some reason Orlando Bloom’s voice and this one scene just kept giving me ideas. I’ll even play movies on repeat that have given me inspiration or ideas while I write.

Before I even start, I’ll do major research, I’ll print out a photo of the character I am going to use, just have it within reach where I can look at it while I write. I often try to deal with the story summary before I start writing, I often make and do the story banners afterwards. If I need a break while writing, I likely will go read a book I have on Kindle, even sometimes other fan fics. One weird thing is, I can only write with a 5 subject 5-star notebook I just like how the paper is fresh, firm and crisp along with a certain 5 lead model type machinal pencil.

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Probably because I’ve written a finished script with this type of plotline and just finished a Nicole Snow book where it’s a Marriage Agreement for business purposes and one of my favorite books called A Mutual Favor, I read back in 2009 had a similar type of plot, I love writing those Fake Dating, Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Deals or Pacts type of stories. I often can come up with some pretty good plot lines for those. I also love writing hot, steamy, smutty, erotic romance stories as well.  I also don’t mind writing romantic crime thriller stories either.

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

I like a whole bunch and do follow them on Tumblr, it’s kind of hard to say if I have a favorite or any that I admire. You probably will have to set aside a day where you can take all that time and go through both of my Tumblr account archive posts. I just jump around to different things on what I am in the mood to read when it comes to fan fiction or books.

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

I haven’t exactly done it yet, and I have thought about this on and off for the past 10 years. I’ve been in recovery now for 12 years after a 15-year battle with Atypical Anorexia, Binge Eating Disorder, I think it would seriously scare or freak other people out if they saw the internal point of view of the ED (eating disorder). I would say writing a fan fiction where the readers would hear what the Eating Disorder Voice sounds like or what I had to hear while I was sick and going through that living hell. It still scares me; I also can’t believe what I even did to my own body at times or how it didn’t die on me. I still have no idea how it didn’t kill me and failed to do so 3 times. I’ve even described that having an eating disorder is like if you combined The Exorcist and Jurassic Park into a blender and that is what you’d have and likely expect. I’m just concerned it might be misinterpreted as that I am Glamourizing my fatal mental illness, when I really am not, just wanting to show the brutal truth of what it’s like to go and live through.

Another scary thing that I had written for a script back in 2008, did become a reality in 2014 for a crime that had occurred out in Kansas. It just scared the hell out of me, what this guy did sounded word for word plot-wise from my script. I never publicly released it or posted it anywhere. When I started college back in 2002, I started out as a Criminal Justice major. I was and still am very into Psychology, homicides, Serial Killers, and Human Behavior. I used to watch all those CSI’s when they were on TV. When I wrote it, I used some inspiration from this movie that was on Lifetime back in 2003 and one I saw around a few years after that on Lifetime, Scott and Laci Peterson (no relation, though have the same last name) murder case, this murder case out in Texas and one I saw on an episode of Forensic Files helped plot out and play out the plot. Just not sure if that script may ever see the light of day.

#Fan fic writer asks #fan fiction writer #script writer #question one #question two #question three #question four #question eleven #Cool Asks for Fan Fic Writers #1. #Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing #specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing #absolute favorite kind of fic to write #Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.

[rmtndew]

Pretty in Pink - Part 13 (Final)

Summary: The fallout of John Lark for Elouise.

Pairing: August and plus size OFC

Word count: 8,900+

A/N - This is a completely self indulgent little series based on a day dream fantasy of mine that I think about entirely too often.

This is it, y'all. The final chapter. It took me over a year but we finally made it. I can't thank you all enough for being part of this story with me! 💜

This final chapter is dedicated to @agniavateira who has been with me for every bit of this story. I know without a doubt it wouldn't be what it is without you. I feel that it's every bit yours as it is mine and I'm so grateful you helped me bring August and Elouise's story to life!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13 (Final)

Agent Woll came back twice after she told me that August was missing. I didn’t trust her but I let her in because I wanted her to face me and tell me that she’d made a mistake. That she’d wrongly accused August of the horrific things that she’d told me about. But the last time she came to my house, she told me that because they had no evidence to prove to the contrary and the helicopter crash had been so severe, August had officially been declared dead. They had filed it. It was over. 

I told her not to come back again. 

After that, I felt beyond words could convey. I wasn’t depressed, or mourning, or lonely. It was a physical ache that I felt. Like a hole had been punched in my chest and I was bleeding out. But there was no one there to stop it. I was alone. 

There was a night, though I couldn’t say when, as time had a strange way of blurring while under the blanket of grief, where I’d sobbed to the point of sickness and after throwing up, I’d stumbled to my room only to make it to my bed. I sat at the foot of it, curled up into myself and tried to calm down. My eyes were puffy and sore but I looked to the shelf across from me and saw one of my books. I took it from the shelf and sat back against the bed again. There was an old bookmark keeping page and I flipped to it. 

‘When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.” But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.’ 

At one point, I had thought that everything I’d gone through - all of the sorrow that I’d felt - had a purpose to carve something deep enough inside me for everything August would make me feel. But once the pendulum had swung, I saw that the happiness he’d given me had penetrated deeper than anything I’d ever known. An almost violent joy that had cut me to the bone and with it gone, I could feel the sorrow and grief filling the deep cavity, spreading cold against my insides. There would come a time when I’d lived with my grief long enough that it wouldn’t feel like an invasion to my being. I would make acquaintances with it. But I knew that was it for me. The pendulum had broken; there would be no amount of happiness I could ever experience that would fill that hole again. 

August had once told me the greater the suffering, the greater the peace but I realized it went both ways: The greater the peace, the greater the suffering. And right then, I was suffering.

I didn’t leave my house for days. I barely ate, barely slept. The only person I spoke to was Agent Woll and once I told her to leave me alone, there was no one. Not until Mom called me. I almost didn’t answer but I knew - deep in the recess of my mind - that if I didn’t answer her call, I was setting my future into motion. A future where nothing mattered but August. And as much as I loved him, I couldn’t let that be true. 

Mom knew something was wrong the moment I answered. My voice - rough from lack of use - cracked. I could only pretend that everything was okay for a few seconds because when she pushed me on it, telling me she knew something was wrong, I broke. I didn’t cave and tell her August was missing; I broke. The pain that spewed from my lungs as I howled like a wounded animal was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. I’d felt it festering while alone but the moment I had someone to express it to, it shattered me. 

The next day, Mom booked a flight to come stay with me. She didn’t tell me until she had already left. When she arrived, I thought I’d managed to pull myself together from the day before but she took one look at me and started crying. 

“Oh, Ellie. I’m so sorry,” she said, pulling me down in a hug. “I don’t even know what to tell you. I’m just…I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” I whispered, my throat tight from fighting back tears. 

“I know, sweetie.” She held me tighter. “He loved you so much. We could all see that.” 

And then suddenly there was no fighting back tears. They came rushing forward like a flood as I began sobbing. I had a flashback then to when I was a teenager, to Mom holding me while I cried over a man. But that had been because Jack didn’t love me; right then it was because someone had and that loss was far more painful. 

Mom stayed with me for several days. I think she felt guilty that there wasn’t more she could do for me but there just wasn’t a lot that could be done. How do you help someone in that situation? I didn’t know and I was waist deep in it. She did what she could, helping out with little chores here and there, urging me to get enough sleep, making sure I was eating and getting some fresh air. But just having her there to talk to was what helped the most. Just not being alone. 

I was folding laundry on my couch when Mom came in from getting my mail. I knew it was her but still when the door opened, I expected to see August instead. I was so used to him being there that my brain couldn’t comprehend anyone else being in his space. 

She shuffled through my mail as she walked towards my trash can. Since August had paid all of my bills for six months, all I received was junkmail. I’d given Mom permission to toss whatever she thought was trash. “Ellie, someone sent you a card,” she said. 

“A card?” I turned my head to look at her. She was standing in front of the trash can holding a light pink envelope. “Who’s it from?” 

She turned it around then shook her head. “It doesn’t say. There’s no name or return address on the outside.” She threw away the other mail then brought it over to me. “Maybe it’s a belated birthday one from Gran and Gramps.”

I opened the envelope and pulled out a card with a painted image of an angel and the words ‘Thinking of You’ written across the top. The sight made my stomach sink. Who would send me a sympathy card? No one knew about August except for Mom and Cecelia. A piece of folded paper fell out as I opened it. I caught the paper, then read the inscription in the card:

‘Dearest Elouise, 

I heard of Mr. Walker’s passing and I want to let you know that I’m sorry for your loss. I hope the words of this poem can bring you peace during your time of suffering as they have for me during my own. I know you loved Mr. Walker deeply and that he felt the same.

You’re in my thoughts.

P. Valmue’

Mom must have seen my confusion because she asked, “Who’s it from?” 

I shook my head as I handed her the card to read. “P. Valmue. But I don’t know who that is.”

I watched Mom’s brow furrow as she read it. “Maybe it’s someone from his family?” 

“He didn’t talk to them.”

“From work, maybe?” she suggested. 

It was possible. As far as I was aware, the CIA and I were the only ones who knew he’d been declared dead so it would make sense considering they said they’d heard of his passing and not that he was missing. I hadn’t even told Mom that. I was afraid she’d ask about a memorial service or a funeral and I didn’t want to have to explain that he wouldn’t get that and why. I couldn’t handle it.

“Is that the poem?” she asked, nodding to the slip of paper in my hand. 

“I guess.” I unfolded it and began reading was written:

‘Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.’

The words offered me no comfort. Instead they cut like a knife to my insides as I read them. I had already driven myself mad looking for August in every room I entered, expecting him with every sound I heard. I didn’t need someone telling me that that’s where he was waiting for me. Always around the corner, just out of my sight. I didn’t want him close but out of reach. I wanted him there with me or not at all. 

Though it seemed I didn’t have a say in the matter. I was to grieve regardless. 

Mom stayed as long as she could but eventually had to go back home. She had a job and a life in Alaska and there was only so much she could do. I tried to let her know how much I had appreciated her being there with me. It was enough to jolt me back into a semblance of normalcy and that was something I truly needed.

She’d been gone for close to a week when I received an email that I had to read several times to make sure I understood it properly. It was from a tailoring company in Copenhagen. They said that my application to their shop had somehow gotten lost and that even though my personal assistant had submitted it weeks earlier, they’d just received it but would love to see more of my samples. I hadn’t applied for any jobs and I definitely didn’t have a personal assistant doing it for me. I thought it might be a scam so I asked if they could send me a copy of the application that had been submitted so that I could double check that everything was correct. A few hours later they did and the application had the name of my personal assistant on it: 

August Walker. 

The night August and I had become an official couple, he’d told me that he would be whatever I wanted him to be. I had jokingly asked if he would be my personal assistant. And there he was, months later and weeks after being declared dead, still being everything I needed him to be. My boyfriend and greatest advocate. 

I wrote back to the shop and explained what had happened. August had submitted my application without me knowing it. I thought that would be the end. Instead, they asked if I’d still like to be considered for the job because they were still interested in me. I almost said no. They were in Copenhagen. But then it dawned on me; why not? I didn’t have anything tying me there. August was gone, my family had moved away, I was all alone. And I knew that I’d more than likely have to relocate or commute to whatever job I found. If I was going to do that, why not move somewhere I’d always wanted? Somewhere that meant something to me? I already owned a house there. The cottage was mine. So why couldn’t I move? 

I sent them what few patterns I’d made after my birthday trip. I didn’t expect anything to come of it so I was surprised when I got a reply a few days later asking if I’d be willing to come to Copenhagen for an interview. I asked if I could have a day to think it over. 

I wanted the interview but when I started looking at prices for plane tickets I didn’t think I could do it. I was in the middle of writing an email telling them as much when I got an alert from the airline that August and I had used for our trips. It was a reminder not to let my airline points go to waste. I hadn’t flown enough with them to have many so when I clicked on my account and saw that I had thousands of points to my name, I was convinced it was an error. I called the airline to ask if it was a mistake and they told me it wasn’t, that someone had transferred their points over to me, but they wouldn’t tell me who. I didn’t push further, instead writing the tailoring company back and asking when they’d like to see me. The moment I got the email confirming the date, I booked a one way ticket to Copenhagen. 

Navigating the trip to Denmark on my own wasn’t necessarily difficult but it had definitely been a lot easier when August had been the one to handle it all. I knew that he’d be proud of me for managing it alone but he wasn’t there so I had to settle for being proud of myself. 

The drive to the cottage was quiet and when I arrived, I was surprised to find it still looked like it was straight out of a fairytale. I had begun to wonder if maybe the rose-tinted glasses of happiness had given it the appearance of being sweeter than it was, but no. The white house was set back in the woods with the trees surrounding it bursting with leaves of golden reds, and oranges, and yellows. It seemed even more magical than before. 

But inside, the house was cold and dark and empty. I turned on the lights as I walked through it and memories of the last time I was there played in front of me like ghosts fighting to be seen. In the living room, I saw me with my foot on August’s knee as he carefully placed the white stockings he’d bought me high on my thighs. 

At the glass doors that led outside, I saw August with his arms wrapped around me, asking what I thought of the house. 

From there, I could make out the dock that extended over the water and in my mind’s eye I could see it so clearly bathed in the bright morning sun as I straddled August’s lap and told him that I loved him for the first time. 

I continued on and found myself at the bedroom that overlooked the water. My hand shook as I opened the door and when I did, I could see a phantom August standing in front of the window as I approached him and asked him to make love to me.

Those memories, those sounds, they filled the room to a near deafening volume until finally I could feel my hands on his hot skin as I told him, “I love you, August. This is what it feels like when someone loves you.”

And this is what it feels like when someone who loves you leaves, I realized. 

I arrived a week before my interview was scheduled. I wanted time to settle in, to work through my jetlag, to be prepared. I’d flown to a country I’d always loved for a shot at my dream job. I wasn’t going to screw it up by falling asleep mid-interview or looking like I’d rolled out of my suitcase. I was going to go into it as best as I could, considering the circumstances. 

The cottage had enough to get me through my first night there, then I went to the shop the next day to get everything else I needed for the next few weeks. It was a little difficult at first. My Danish wasn’t the best but I was able to communicate enough - even if it was slightly broken - to be able to get what I needed. It was nice feeling self sufficient again, but especially in a place that tested my capabilities more than being at home. 

There was something about being at the cottage that flipped a switch in me. It should have made me feel sad - the only time I’d been there had been with August - but it didn’t. It gave me comfort. I still cried every night before I went to sleep but unlike when I’d been at home, I didn’t feel the desire to stay in bed all the next day. I started cooking meals for myself again. I started taking walks. I spent afternoons sitting on the dock and watching the water. It was like learning to use a leg that had been broken. It still hurt, it felt unsteady, and it would need time to keep healing, but I was doing it. I was moving. I was living.

I worried some of that uneasiness, some of that emotional limping, might spill over into my interview. It didn’t. Strangely, I didn't feel nervous at all. In my mind, the worst thing that could ever happen - losing someone I loved - had already happened. And I’d survived. So maybe I wouldn’t get the job, maybe it would go to someone more skilled than me, but I had at least taken the chance. 

When I came out of the shop, I saw a slip of paper tucked under the windshield wiper of my rental car. I was parked legally in a lot, I shouldn’t have gotten a ticket, but I didn’t know what else it could be. I’d never gotten a single ticket back home but leave it to me to get one my first week in Denmark. As I reached the car, I pulled out the paper and flipped it over, mentally preparing myself for whatever amount of money I was about to part with, only to realize I’d been very, very wrong in my assumption. 

A cold child ran down my spine and my chest felt tight, like something was pressing against my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe. It wasn’t a ticket. It was a portion of the menu from Wallace’s bar. It had been printed out and two drinks were underlined: ginger ale and a Shirley Temple. Suddenly a memory came rushing back: It was the night at Wallace’s Bar when August asked me out. I had thought he was coming to flirt with Cecelia. I was trying to find a way out before he got there and was startled when I heard him say my name right in my ear. I’d knocked over my glass and he’d offered to buy me a new drink. Cecelia had teased that I’d ordered a Shirley Temple. Once we were at the bar, I told him that I’d just had ginger ale but he asked if I wanted a Shirley Temple. I had thought he was mocking me but he said I deserved something pretty to drink. 

My legs felt weak and I had to put my hand out on the hood of the car to keep from collapsing. There was only one person who could’ve put it there that would’ve understood what it meant. My heart started hammering at the realization.

August was alive. 

My mind was racing the entire drive back to the cottage. I tried to think of any other explanation for the menu being put on my car. I knew there was a chance that the CIA hadn’t stopped following me just because I was no longer talking to Agent Woll. There was a chance they were watching me and had left it as a reminder that I couldn’t escape them. But there was no way that they would have known the connection those things had with August. They might have guessed the bar but not the drinks. But if August was alive, why was he leaving me clues instead of telling me? He had been in Copenhagen while I was giving my interview. He knew I was there. So why was he hiding?

When I arrived at the cottage, I got my hopes up that he might be there waiting for me. He wasn’t but when I opened the door, I saw an envelope on the floor, as if someone had slid it underneath while I’d been gone. I picked it up and opened it. It was a birthday card for a child. It had a picture of The Little Mermaid on the front with the words ‘Hope your birthday is a real splash’ written under it in glittery green letters. 

‘Elouise,

I’d love to catch up with you. Please meet me at Den lille Havfrue at four this afternoon. 

P. Valmue’

There was that name again: P. Valmue. They’d sent me the sympathy card and poem when Mom had been staying with me. But this was different. This was hand delivered. Someone was watching me and they wanted me to meet them at The Little Mermaid statue back in Copenhagen that afternoon. Was that why August had only left me a clue? He was afraid that whoever was following me might see him? Everything felt like it was rushing at me all at once. I didn’t know what to do. I closed the door and locked it behind me. My eyes dropped down to the keychain with the poppy inside and that’s when it clicked: Valmue. It was Danish. It meant ‘poppy’. August wasn’t hiding from P. Valmue; he was P. Valmue. He was using our safeword to let me know he was safe. That I was safe because he hadn’t left me. He was still there.

I could barely wrap my head around what was going on. In a single afternoon I’d learned that August was still alive and that he wanted to see me. My heart ached thinking how he’d tried to tell me before but I hadn’t understood. 

I drove back into Copenhagen so that I could be at the statue before four o’clock. I’d never been so aware of my surroundings as I was that day, searching for him in every face I saw. But I also wondered if I’d be able to recognize him? Would he be in disguise? Would he be hiding? I didn’t know. 

I placed myself back from the statue and right next to the water so that I could see around me. Tourists and visitors pushed forward, trying to work their way up to the statue to have their photo taken. I stayed off to the back, waiting, watching. Time slipped by and I began to wonder if I was being set up. 

I looked at the statue of The Little Mermaid and thought about her. How she’d fallen in love with a prince, given up her whole life for him, and he led her on, making her believe she had a chance with him until his betrothed showed up. She’d given up her tail, putting herself through physical pain, feeling as if she was walking on knives, for him. And then he abandoned her, leaving her to die. Was that what was happening to me? Had I given up everything just to be led on? 

I was standing there, looking at the statue, when I felt a rush of heat crash against my back, radiating through the thin fabric of my sweater. I gasped. 

“Elouise.” August’s voice was right in my ear. It startled me and I jumped. His hand went to my hip, steadying me. “I had to make sure you weren’t being followed. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I turned my head to look at him. My heart slammed against my chest. “I didn’t see you,” I said, my throat tightening up. “I didn’t think you were coming.” 

“I’m here.”

I turned towards him, taking his face in my hands. He looked older somehow. Like he’d lived a hundred lifetimes just getting there to me. He was thinner and his face carried a few extra scars. But it was still August. 

I pressed forward and kissed him. I feared there might be a moment of hesitation on his part but there was none. Instead, I was met with the familiar feeling of his hands pulling me in to kiss me deeper. When he pulled away, he did so gently and leaned his forehead against mine. “I missed you, princess,” he said, his voice strained. 

“I missed you, too,” I choked out. “Do I get to keep you?” 

“If you want me.”

“Of course I do.” I looked into his eyes. I wanted to drink that moment in and remember it forever. I didn’t want to ever let him go. But a group of tourists bumped into us, pulling us from our moment, and I quickly remembered that we weren’t alone. I stroked his cheek. “Can I take you home with me? Please?” 

He nodded his agreement and took my hand. I led him to the car and when he offered to drive, I agreed. I didn’t know if I could concentrate on the road with him there. I gave him the keys and let go of his hand long enough for us to get in the car. Once it was started, he placed his hand on my thigh like always and I held onto it for dear life. I had so many things I wanted to say but the only thing that came out was, “You look the same.” 

He glanced at me. “Were you worried I might not?” 

“No. I just…I thought you might be in disguise. That I might not recognize you right away.” 

“There’s no need for a disguise now.” He looked back at the road. “They think I’m dead.”

“What happened?” 

“What did they tell you?” 

“That you were in a helicopter crash in Kashmir. They couldn’t find you but they said you were dead.” 

He was quiet for a moment, his bottom lip tucked in. Finally he let out a breath. “It wasn’t me in the crash. It was someone else.” 

“But if they couldn’t find a body, why would they think it was you?” 

He gripped my thigh a little tighter. “This is a big conversation to have in the car. Can it wait until we get to the cottage?”

Truthfully I didn’t want to wait. I’d spent weeks waiting for some type of answer and finally I had my chance. But I didn’t want to push him. I knew that whatever had happened, it hadn’t been easy on him either. 

I stroked my thumb across his hand. “Yeah. It can wait.” 

When we arrived at the cottage, August told me that he’d hidden a bag of his things in the garden when he’d left the card under the door. He went to retrieve it but when he brought it in, he hesitated just inside the doorway. 

“Should I put this in your room or would you prefer I stay across the hall?” he asked.

“You can put it in our room.” 

I reached for his free hand and led him to the bedroom. I took his bag from him and placed it on the floor next to my own. When I turned back to him, I saw him standing by the bed. Silently he held out his hand for me. I took it and let him draw me to him. He sat, his hands going to my hips, and I let him direct me, pulling me down onto his lap. I didn’t hesitate, trusting him to hold me.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” I said, letting my hands rest on his shoulders. “I thought I’d lost you.”

He hooked an arm around my waist, holding me closer to him, and brought his other hand up to thread through my hair and cradle my head. “I know. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t. Not while you were being watched.” 

“But you tried. You sent the card and the poem, didn’t you?” I asked. He nodded. “I got it I just…I didn’t realize it was you. Not until today.” 

“It’s alright, princess. All that matters is that we’re both here now.”

“Don’t ever leave me again. Please.” 

“I don’t plan on it.” He looked in my eyes and something about him looked so broken. “Will you say it?” he whispered. 

I took his face in my hands and kissed his forehead before resting mine against it. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes and exhaled a shaky breath as his fingers dug into my hip and gripped tighter in my hair. “Same.” 

“Will you show me?” 

“Yes,” he breathed. 

The time and space that had separated us was slowly stripped away, tossed aside with our clothes to the floor. There was no relearning. No remembering who we were together. It was all there in a bittersweet rush. 

I clung to him, afraid to let him go, afraid if I did, he’d somehow disappear again. Even without me saying it, he knew. He kept whispering in my ear that he was there, that he had me. I didn’t realize I was crying until he wiped away the tears from one of my eyes with his thumb and kissed the others away. It was overwhelming. The feelings and emotions. I’d woken up that morning believing I’d never see him again. And there he was. It was almost too much. But he gripped me to him, grounding me enough to stay with him and when everything reached a crescendo, there was a sigh between our two bodies, as if they were saying, ‘Finally.’

I didn’t let him move for a long while, just held him to me. He kissed my neck and caressed my side and waited for me to loosen my grip. When I did, he moved to lay on his back, then pulled me to him. He held me tightly and guided my head to lay on his chest. I knew the harsh realities of life would creep in soon. That the horrors that had happened to keep us separated for so long would have to be discussed. But with the warmth of his body against mine, I was lost in a reverie that I didn’t want to be roused from. And as he stroked my hair and shoulders soothingly, he lulled me to sleep, allowing me to stay in a place where I could cling to the intimate perfection between us for a little longer.

I woke when the warmth that had been enveloping my body began to retreat. I whimpered and turned to chase it. The chuckle I heard as I did made my eyes spring open. August was standing by the bed, smiling at me. For a moment I couldn’t tell if it was real or not. But then he bent to press a kiss to my temple.

“I’m going to make coffee, angel. I won’t be long,” he assured me. 

I let him go but he’d barely left the room when I decided to follow. I got up and pulled on my satin robe, tying it around me as I left the bedroom for the kitchen. I leaned in the doorway and watched him start the coffee pot. When he turned around, he smiled and I returned it, but only for a moment. The morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows made every new scar littered across his chest and arms visible. I’d seen some of them the night before but hadn’t asked. I couldn’t wait anymore. 

“What happened, August?” 

His smile faltered. “Why don’t we have coffee first?”

I shook my head. “No. I want to know now,” I said. “What happened? Why did you leave?” 

“Things that I thought I could…manage… They finally caught up with me.” 

I felt a growing sickness hang heavy in my gut. “Are you talking about John Lark?” 

His eyes snapped up to mine and for the first time I saw fear in them. “What do you know about Lark?”

“Agent Woll said he was a terrorist. He’d planted bombs and attempted to murder hundreds of people,” I said, studying his face. “And she said that you had confessed to being him.” 

He was quiet then let out a breath. “I didn’t attempt to murder hundreds of people,” he said. “There were bombs planted but they wouldn’t have ever detonated. They were placed in an attempt to redirect attention so that I could get away.”

I felt the sickness in my gut bubbling up as a pressure pushed against my chest. “Wait… It’s true? You’re Lark?” 

“Yes.” I turned and started walking away. “Elouise, please, just listen to me,” he said, following. “It’s not what you think.”

“You just admitted to being a terrorist, August! How can that mean anything else?” 

He caught up to me and cut me off, then caged me against the wall. “I’m not a terrorist. I never comitted an act of terror.”

I pushed at his chest, trying to get him to move. “You planted bombs!”

“That were never intended to detonate. There was one control and I had it,” he said. “There was a dummy control, something that looked real but wasn’t, that was given to someone who looked like me but wasn’t, and that’s who was in the helicopter that went down.”

“You’re telling me that the CIA couldn’t tell the difference between you and someone else?” 

“It wasn’t the CIA. It was an agent from a division called IMF,” he said. “And there are ways to make people look like someone else.”

“So you sent someone to die in your place?”

“They weren’t supposed to die. That wasn’t part of the plan. They were only supposed to be a decoy so that I could get away and finally finish all of this.” 

“Finish what?”

He let out a breath. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he said. “I was never meant to be Lark.”

I pushed at him again and moved him enough to slip past. “No one accidentally becomes a terrorist, August!” I snapped, storming off towards the living room. 

“No, but I was assigned to be one,” he said, following me. 

I stopped and faced him. “And what does that mean?” He tried to reach for my hand and I yanked it away, crossing my arms over my chest to keep them out of his reach. 

He let out another breath. “Before I met you, I was assigned to go undercover and find a person that called himself John Lark. The plan was to get close to him, to earn his trust, and gather enough evidence to stop him before anything dangerous happened. So I made myself indispensable to him and he confided in me that he wanted to partner with a group called the Syndicate, but by the time he’d made contact and arranged a hired partnership with them, they’d been whittled down and were calling themselves the Apostles. Before their official face-to-face meeting, the original Lark decided he wanted to change things. He wanted me to take the lead and become Lark instead.”

“Why?”

“He could articulate his thoughts on paper but struggled to do it in front of more than one or two people. He’d written a manifesto and knew it had to be delivered with the right kind of passion or they wouldn’t follow him. I couldn’t say no without blowing my cover, so I assumed the role of Lark and when we met with the Apostles, I presented his manifesto to all of them as if it was mine. They agreed to partner with us for the cause,” he said. “I was planning on giving the evidence to my superior that had assigned me to go undercover but before I could, he was killed. No one else knew that he’d ordered me to go undercover and without him, I was stuck.”

“You could’ve told someone else.” 

He shook his head. “You don’t understand. All of his other cases, they were reassigned to different agents. If my case hadn’t been given a new handler, then that meant it hadn’t been filed properly. I wasn’t undercover to find Lark for the CIA; I was doing it for my superior. Which meant he was most likely a mole, feeding information that I was giving him to another agent or agency and that’s what got him killed. Telling someone else that he’d ordered me to work alongside Lark and the Apostles without knowing who he’d been in contact with would’ve been dangerous. Not just for myself but anyone who was close to me,” he said. “I wouldn’t risk your safety for that. So I had to find another way out.” 

“How?”

“The agent from IMF - the one who ended up killing the man he thought was me - he kept getting in the way. Kept involving himself in things he should’ve walked away from. Not just for me, but for others. So I agreed to try and pin Lark on him.” 

“You tried to frame an innocent man?” 

“Hunt is far from innocent,” he said firmly. “He’s arrogant and reckless. He may not have been labeled a terrorist but if you look at the path of destruction he’s left behind, it’s more than my own.”

“Is he an assassin, too?” He looked at me, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Agent Woll said you were an assassin. I didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe anything she’d said. But it looks like there was a lot more truth to it than I realized. So were you?”

“Yes,” he admitted. 

I felt lightheaded. “The whole time we were together?” I asked. He nodded. “So when you’d leave me to go on business trips, you weren’t collecting information, you were killing people?” 

“It was both. Get the information, eliminate the source. That was the job.”

“How many people have you killed?” 

“I didn’t keep a record. The people I went after? They weren’t innocent. They were dangerous. Killing them saved hundreds of other lives. I made the hard calls so other people wouldn’t get hurt,” he said. “You may not like it but my position as an assassin was sanctioned by the CIA.” He took a step towards me but I took one back, leaving space between us. “Elouise…I’m not a good man - I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life - but I’m not who they told you I was.”

“Yeah, well…you’re not who you told me you were, either.” 

“I never lied to you about that.” 

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. “Maybe not but how do I know?” I asked. “Everything you chose to tell me about yourself was deliberate. It wasn’t like you forgot to mention things. You hid a whole other life from me, August. How do I know that what you’re telling me now is the truth?” 

“Because you know me.” 

“Do I?”

His shoulders slumped and his mouth pressed into a tight line. “You may not know everything I’ve done, but you know who I am,” he said. “What I did with the CIA was to protect other people. Everything else I take full responsibility for but I don’t feel guilty over.”

“You don’t feel guilty for framing someone as a terrorist?” 

“Not Hunt,” he said. “But I’m not talking about Lark.” 

The pressure in my chest grew worse, pressing against my lungs, making it hard to breathe. “What did you do?” I demanded quietly. 

He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “I was the one who initiated the data breach at Mr. Duncan’s shop,” he said. “The day you quit, I infiltrated the system and set it up.”

I took a step back. “What? Why would you do that?”  

“Because of everything he did to you. He abused his power and position. He hurt you. And I…” He took a deep breath as he looked at me again. “I wanted to ruin him for it.”

“Stop.” I shook my head. “Don’t say that.”

“I need you to know that I’m telling you the truth, even if you don’t like it,” he said. “Your ex-stepfather never embezzled anything. After you told me what he’d done, I fabricated evidence and sent it to the FBI. I couldn’t make him pay for the things he’d taken from you as a child but I could make sure he’d spend the rest of his life in prison.”

“August, stop.”

“I set the fi-” 

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Stop it! Why are you doing this?” 

“So you know that I’m not hiding anything from you!” he insisted.

I needed out. I needed air. I turned away from him and fled to the living room, then out the back doors. My bare feet tread through the cold grass behind the cottage before hitting the warmer wood of the dock. My knees felt weak but I kept walking until I reached the end of it. Looking out over the calm waters, I placed my hand over my chest and I could feel how my heart pounded violently against my breastbone. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Having him back wasn’t supposed to hurt. But I couldn’t deny the physical ache that I felt. 

My head was swimming and I didn’t hear the door to the cottage open but I heard the creaking of footsteps on the dock behind me. They grew louder until August appeared at my side. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you. That wasn’t my intention and I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I could have handled that better but…I want you to know that you can trust me. Yes, I hid things from you and I can see in your eyes that they were big things. It may not have been right, but I didn’t keep them from you in order to hurt you. Of all the things I’ve done wrong, none of them were ever with the intention to hurt you, Elouise.” 

“And still you did.” 

“Yes,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry. I know that I have a lot to repent for before I could ever ask for your forgiveness. But I will spend every minute of my life trying to prove to you that I’m still the man you cared about, if you’ll let me.”

 I looked at him and somehow I didn’t see a grown man with blood on his hands; I saw a little boy who’d been hurt and rejected by his own family. The one who couldn’t say ‘I love you’ because he didn’t know how. He was there, hoping I wouldn’t reject him, either.

“August…I need time. I don’t want to lose you again. I know that much. But everything else?” I shook my head. “I waited on you so if you really care about me, then you’ll wait on me now.”  

He turned towards me. “I do care about you. I never want you to question that. What I feel for you…I’ve never felt this with anyone else. But it’s real,” he said. “And I will wait for you. However long it takes.” 

He reached for my hand and laced his fingers through mine. He held it firmly for a few moments before I lifted them both to my mouth. I kissed his rough knuckles gently, my lips whispering over each one, then kissed the center of his hand before bringing them down and disentangling my fingers from his. He tried to capture it again as I crossed my arms and took a half of a step back from him. 

He let out a broken breath but nodded his head at me like he understood what I was saying. “I’m here,” he said. “Take as long as you need but know I’m here.”

I closed my eyes and listened to him walk away. In another lifetime, I would've been scared to let him go. Scared that he would be gone for good. But August was the one who’d shown me how to stand up for what I deserved and right then what I deserved was time. 

August:

The day was still bright and beautiful as I left work at Anker and Bolt Tailoring and began my drive to the cottage from Copenhagen. I hadn’t been in the car long when I got a call from Mom. I answered it over my car’s speaker system. 

“Happy birthday, Ellie!” she greeted me in a sing-song voice. “How has your day been?” 

“Hi, Mom. It’s been nice,” I said. “It was kind of a slow, easy day and my coworkers took me to lunch. Now I’m on my way home.” 

“By yourself?” 

“Who else would I go home with?” 

“I don’t know. I thought maybe some friends might be coming over or maybe…maybe you’d decided to try dating again,” she said. “Didn’t you tell me that the receptionist at work wanted to set you up with her brother?” 

I sighed. “She did but I’m not ready for that.”

“I know but I don’t want you to be alone on your birthday.” 

“It’s not a big deal. It’s how I’ve spent most of my adult birthdays.” 

“Yes but last year you had August…” 

“Trust me,” I said. “I remember.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up and make you sad. I know this last year has been difficult for you.” There was a stretch of silence but I knew she wasn’t done talking so I waited for her to speak again. “Have you had any word about their search for him?” she asked gently. 

I chewed my lip. “It’s over. They’re not searching anymore.” I let out a breath. “Officially…he’s dead.”

I heard her gasp. “Ellie, I’m so sorry,” she said. “When did this happen?” 

“A little while back. I just didn’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I can’t imagine… And it’s your birthday.” She sighed. “Oh, honey, I’m just making this all so much worse, aren’t I?” 

“No. It is what it is. I’ve accepted that. There’s nothing I can do or say to change what has happened. I can only move forward, so that’s what I’m trying to do.”

Mom talked to me until I got home. Once I arrived at the cottage, I collected myself before going in. I didn’t like lying to her but the situation with August had been too difficult to even attempt to discuss in truth. And honestly, I could never tell who was listening in on our calls. Perhaps that was paranoia at work but I would rather be paranoid and safe than to risk it. 

I grabbed my purse and the bouquet of flowers in my front seat and went inside. It was quiet as I made my way into the kitchen. I placed the flowers on the table with plans to put them in a vase after I changed, then headed to my bedroom. The late afternoon sun shone on the water outside the window and I wandered over to look at it as I slipped out of my work shoes, then began unzipping my dress. The zipper got stuck halfway down and as I was trying to contort my arm to get a better hold of it, a warm hand covered mine, pulling it away. 

“Let me,” August said. 

I dropped my hands to my side and looked at him over my shoulder. “The house was quiet. I didn’t think you were here.” 

“I was doing a security sweep around the property. I didn’t realize you’d be home so soon. You didn’t call,” he said, easing my zipper down the rest of the way. 

“Mom called to wish me a happy birthday. We talked the whole drive.”

He pushed my sleeves down and I slipped my arms out. “I’m glad you got to talk to her.”

“Me, too.” 

“Is she the only one that called you?” 

“Yeah. Cecelia sent me flowers at work but I haven’t spoken to her yet and I haven’t heard from Gran and Gramps. But I don’t really expect to.”

He paused his hands on my waist as my dress fell to my hips. “That’s where the bouquet came from?” 

I nodded. “Don’t worry; Malta hasn’t set me up with her brother,” I said. “Yet.” 

He let out a breath as his thumbs stroked my skin. “We just have to be careful a little while longer. Then they can know about me.” 

“Not Mom and Cecelia.” 

“No,” he agreed. “No one from our old lives can know.” He kissed my neck then knelt behind me as he gently tugged my dress down off my hips. “But here we get to start over.”

I stepped out of my dress and turned around to look down at him. “So how will I say that I met Mr. Erik P. Valmue?”

His mustache twitched slightly as his mouth turned up in a small smile. “We met at a bar. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I tried to buy you a drink but we ended up getting dinner instead. I was instantly smitten.” 

I smiled and ran my hand over his soft curls. “You know, I think I’ve heard that story somewhere before.” 

“It’s my favorite,” he said, then placed a featherlight kiss on my stomach, his coarse whiskers scratching against my skin and making my breath hitch for a moment. 

“Does it have a happy ending?” 

He stood and looked me in the eye. “I will do whatever it takes to make sure it does,” he vowed. “I’ve told you before that I would burn the world to the ground if you asked me to and I meant it. All that matters to me is your happiness.”

“I don’t need you to burn the world; I just need you.” 

He stroked my cheek with his knuckle. “Same.”

August kissed my forehead and left me to change while he went to put my flowers in water for me. I dressed in a pink gingham short and tank pajama set. Even though it was my birthday, we couldn’t go anywhere together to celebrate so dressing in anything other than pajamas didn’t make sense to me. 

I took my hair down and shook it out. It was wavy and slightly frizzy from being put in a bun while it was damp that morning. I’d been running late getting ready for work because August had decided to wish me a very happy birthday while I was still in the shower. And then again after breakfast. When I padded into the kitchen barefoot, August glanced at me as he was placing the vase of Cecelia’s flowers on the table and I knew he would gladly make his sentiment known again right then if I’d let him. 

“Look at my beautiful princess,” he said. 

I smiled and shook my head. “I’m wearing pajamas.” 

“And you look stunning.” He walked over and kissed me on the lips, then the nose. “My sweet birthday girl,” he whispered. “All pretty in pink.” 

My cheeks heated as I blushed. Even after all that time, I could still feel shy when he openly complimented me. 

We didn’t have to start dinner for a little while, so we decided to go outside and enjoy the afternoon. We took a blanket and stretched it out on the dock. August lay down on his back and I lay beside him, resting my head on his chest. He played with my hair, running his fingers through it or curling strands around them. I turned my face so that I could look up at him. He had his arm propped behind his head while his other hand continued to run through my hair soothingly. I smiled at him and he smiled back, his mustache hugging his top lip as he did. His hand stilled at the back of my skull, his fingertips skimming my scalp, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin as his thumb stroked my neck. 

“Jeg elsker dig,” he said and I could feel the words rumble in his chest. 

I took a deep breath, then let out a contented sigh. “I love you, too.” 

August had once told me the greater the suffering, the greater the peace. And he was right. I had suffered but right then in that moment as I lay under the warm sun next to an even warmer August who was doing his best to tell me he loved me, I was at peace. 

So much peace.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fan fiction #August Walker #August Walker fan fiction #MI6 #MI6 fan fiction #Mission Impossible: Fallout #August Walker fan fic #Agent Walker fan fiction #Pretty in Pink

[rahalarts]

John Walker concept edit by @rahalarts

#rahalarts #john walker #marvel #marvel fanart #digital art #digital artist #falcon and the winter soldier #falcon #graphic designer #concept art #concept artist #mcu #marvel comics #marvel fandom #avengers #marvel fan fiction #us agent #photoshop edit #digital artwork #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky #bucky barnes

[victorianoir]

I hit send on this because I’m fucking done with sexist Chuck fans. 

I’m going to lose readers if I have to but I’m just so fucking done and I’ll be going scorched earth on these fuckers now. I don’t care if only 1 person is left reading my fic. I’m not standing for the way these assholes talk about specifically Sarah and Ellie. Fuck ‘em. I’m done.

#chuck fic #why do male chuck fans have to be like this? #you're gross #stop it #nbchuck #tv: chuck #Sarah Walker #I absolutely WOULD punch someone over fictional CIA agent Sarah Walker

[canonicallysoulmates]

Last year, I did a post looking back at some of the j2 moments 2019 and the 2010’s decade had given us, this year with it being so shit and so many of us needing some cheering up I thought I’d do a 2020 version.

So before we say fuck off to 2020 here are some of the j2 moments this year has given us:

SM isn’t everything but it’s still cute when the boys interact with each other online and the year actually started with it, with both boys liking each other’s New Year’s pictures with their kiddos:

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Those weren’t the only SM interactions, on a more recent example by which I mean December they had this cute little exchange under a pic Jared posted were he was sleeping:

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And Jensen liked this cute pic of his smiling boy:

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Of course nothing compares to the best SM moment of the year: Jared’s beautiful, emotional, touching, heartfelt birthday message for Jensen 🥺:

And Jensen’s reply ❤:

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Before everything went under lockdown we got one convention, among the moments we got from it were:

- Jared talking about his birthday post to Jensen, calling Jensen his boy and saying that he has pictures of him and Jensen just hanging out on his phone

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- Fist bump

- And a hug

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To me one of the best j2 moments 2020 gave us was the release of this amazing EW photoshoot that I will forever be in love with (especially this cover I will never be over this cover) 😍

This photoshoot was the gift that kept on giving! Not only did we get beautiful new photos of the boys, but we also got some amazing content from the bts like

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Look at them! The way Jensen closes his eyes and leans into Jared, the way they look at each other this is what love looks like people! 🥰 Find someone who will look at you like how j2 look are looking at each other in that gif. 

And even the accompanying interview gave us a little something with Jared saying that he burrowed strength from Jensen when he was struggling with the job

Padalecki, 37, who’s been vocal about his struggle in the early seasons, says. “I borrowed strength from Jensen.” x

And this is barely the tip of the iceberg I’m just providing some examples of what that photoshoot gave us but it was a feast!

Summer seemed to be the never ending dry spell, many wondered ‘will we ever get j2 content again?’ and the answer was...yes!

Starting with a little interview the boys did with small moments such as

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And Jensen confirming he and Jared still live near one another.

When Jensen appeared for the second time on Rosenbaum’s podcast he spend a good part of it being fond over Jared and making them sound totally married sharing a story about Jared’s preferred breakfast burrito and how he and Jared have bickered over it and of course starting of the panel by making it clear covid or no covid him and Jared would be making out:

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The boys had a joint virtual Q&A panel filled with moments, they were joking around, they made each other laugh, and it all started with Jensen saying how handsome Jared looked.

When filming wrapped up Jared and Jensen had their own celebration with dinner and champagne at one of their favorite restaurants:

"Jared and I wrapped on Thursday, and Saturday night he and I went to one of our all-time favorite restaurants, just us, and toasted with some champagne," Ackles says. x

Those two can’t get enough of each other so they road tripped part of the way home together!

“He and I just drove together all of our stuff across the border. So, we drove up together for season 1 and we drove away together for season 15.” - Jensen in the Chelsea Davis interview

Jared mentioning their road trip during a TVLine interview & during a TVInsider interview 

With Supernatural coming to an end a lot of interviews took place and provided us with content:

The Talk interview gave us a married moment, when the boys were asked who had the messier dressing room Jensen replied Jared did to which Jared literally went no sir, no sir. 

The CNN interview had the boys admitting not working together will be an adjustment with Jensen saying “So, it will be different, and that’s probably when he and I will call each other and be like, ‘I miss you so much!’” as well as this moment  "Oh, I thought you meant we fell in love," Ackles quips."We fell in love, too," Padalecki jokes. When I add that plotline was only in fan fiction, Ackles retorts, "Or was it?" Padalecki erupts in laughter. "There it goes the internet."

In an interview with Chelsea Davis Jensen once again brought up that him and Jared will be contacting each other from their new shows

“Jared said it, he’s like I don’t think it’s really gonna set in until we walk unto the set of some other show. But that’s fine cause then we’ll just turn around and call each other and be like ‘what’s your show like?’”

Jared having a little fond moment over Jensen during one of the TVline segments

Jensen saying that 15yrs ago him and Jared got on a rollercoaster (Supernatural) and that he couldn’t have asked for a better partner:

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Jared comparing him and Jensen finishing the show to the time they ran the Seattle Marathon together (yes, the marathon they ran together and crossed the finish line holding hands) 😭❤: 

“There were a lot of tears all over but Ackles and I were looking at each other like, ‘Man’. It was kind of like finishing the Seattle Marathon. We did it. Dude, we did it, you know? We put in the work…I’ve been with you for 15 years, 15-½ years. I’ve seen you sweat. I’ve seen you bleed. I’ve seen you hurt. I’ve seen you going through stuff personally and put it aside for this show, for your character and I know I’ve done the same and it was bittersweet.”  x

Jensen talking about his and Jared’s Impala’s in the USA Today interview

Ackles says he was “floored” by the gift: “And it's cool, because now Jared and I can just drag-race around Austin.”

“If we get pulled over, it'd be like, ‘Don't worry. FBI Agent Robert Plant,’" Padalecki adds.

“We've got FBI badges in the glove box,” Ackles confirms.

The last virtual panel of the year was Jared’s and it was full of love for Jensen; Jared mentioned him often, unprompted he shared the story of when the twins were born and how hectic it was for him and Jensen to return to Austin in time for their birth honestly hearing him talk about it it’s clear how important that day was for him too and it’s just so sweet, he said him and Jensen will definitely work together again and he hopes it’ll be sooner rather than later, also said Jensen has a standing invitation to do whatever he wants on Walker, and implied he’s already looked at his schedule to see if he could make it up to Toronto where Jensen will be working in 2021. 

And these are just some moments; I know that with everything going on and time losing all meaning it might have seemed like we had a j2-less year but as you can see that’s not true cause not even a pandemic or this hellish year were able to stop or dim the beauty that is j2 and their relationship. 

This men make me so ridiculously happy, and with this being such a hard year for all of us, for some more than others, it makes me all that extra grateful for them and to them for bringing a smile to my face. I hope that with this post they will bring a smile to yours. I personally am looking forward to seeing what j2 goodies 2021 gives us, I’m hopeful there’ll be plenty, our boys have new projects coming out, God willing cons will be able to pick up again in a safe way, and there’ll be even more j2 content to enjoy. 

Until then, stay safe, take care of yourselves, and Happy New Years my fellow tinhats! ❤

#j2 tinhat #thank you past me for being organized and determined or this would not have gotten done #this are just some of the moments the year gave us #as i was making this even i found myself surprised at how much content we've actually gotten cause it's so easy #to fall into that lie of there being no content or very little but i'd disagree and say this is plenty proof that that's incorrect #i also love the recurring theme of both boys saying without actually saying they'll forever be part of each other's lives #i wanted this to be a surprise so it took everything in me to not spoil it when i've answered some messages #now can y'all stop with the freakouts #mine #annianvi #i actually got around to making it!

[schleierkauz]

Cornelia Funke Q&A 05.10.2021 Highlights

Can I really call it “Highlights” when I pretty much summarise the whole stream? Anyway. Here you go! Lots of Reckless content this time - which is funny because I’m just translating it like ‘I’ve never met these people in my life, your honor.’

(Writing down Cornelia’s exact answers is a nightmare because she keeps jumping back and forth between topics so forgive me for the lack of direct quotes. I promise it’s easier this way.)

INKWORLD

Q: What was the initial inspiration for the Inkworld books? A: Cornelia says she wanted to explore the feeling readers sometimes have when fictional characters seem more real than actual people. There are times when we know characters from stories better than we know our best friends because they tell us so much more. Cornelia wanted a story that showed how those characters were just as real as we are- or perhaps we too are just characters in some other story. But she didn't know how to get the characters out of their books. She had visions of them crawling out from behind a bookshelf but they were very small, Cornelia didn't like that. Eventually, due to her admiration for people who read stories aloud she came up with the idea that the human voice could lure characters into different worlds. Dustfinger had been with her for a very long time, she used to see him but not really know who he was and why he was there. When she saw a fire-eater at a ren faire something clicked and things started to come together - and from there the story told itself.

Q: Does Dustfinger purposefully keep his 'real' name a secret or does he not care what people call him? A: Cornelia isn't sure who the first person to call him Dustfinger was. She thinks he's been using the name since he was maybe 16 or 17 years old, almost like a stage name. Cornelia's English translator Anthea Bell once asked "Dustfinger... Like fairy dust or like the dust of lost things in the attic?" Cornelia loved that question and thinks it's the latter. There's something melancholic and lost or forgotten about Dustfinger himself. Why that name exactly... Cornelia hopes she finds out someday.

Cornelia thinks a lot about that book she wants to write about the Black Prince's and Dustfinger's past but she will definitely focus on The Color of Revenge first.

MIRRORWORLD

Q: What was Will's job in our world? A: It's a great question that Cornelia has been wondering herself! Will has yet to give her a clear answer. She thinks perhaps he was a musician?

Q: Will the 5th book really be the last one in the series? A: Right now Cornelia thinks so, yes. However, this story has surprised her many times before - and the great thing about the Mirrorworld is that she can write as many spin-offs as she wants to explore different parts of the world with different heroes. We still don't know what kind of child Fox and Jacob will have, so... 

(The face of a woman who knows she’s not getting out of her own story any time soon)

Q: Will Sylvain or Orlando play a part in the new book? A: Orlando definitely will! As for Sylvain, Cornelia misses him dearly and hopes he will show up. She would like to give him his own book at some point.

TV SHOW NEWS! So, we all know that Cornelia developed the first book alongside Lionel Wigram, who produced a bunch of Harry Potter stuff, the Sherlock Holmes movies with Robert Downey Jr. etc. 

His TV agent has sent the books to two british TV writers (Mike... Lund(? or something? I can't understand what she's saying, I'm sorry) and Chris Walker), recommending them for a fantasy TV show. Those two agreed and wrote a synopsis, a summary and a pitch document. Right now there would be a pilot and eight episodes for the hypothetical show. The last thing they needed were some pictures to put into the document so TV developers would know what kind of vision Cornelia’s team was going for. A long time ago, Cornelia met a blogger called Leah Kaib (I THINK) who was a huge Reckless fan and made some really cool fanart. Cornelia says sometimes Leah saw the Mirrorworld more clearly than even she could. So, thinking about what kind of pictures to use, Cornelia remembered her and wondered if she was still creating art (she is, in fact, a published author herself these days). Cornelia found her and now Leah will create the design for the pitch document. In order to pitch the TV show, they had to create a cast using well-known actors just so the the people would know what kind of actors they have in mind for each role. (Cornelia says she's not actually a fan of some of the choices and hopes they don't end up using those exact people - she would love to say more but at this point she can't). Leah will use that document as her reference. In about a month, when everything is done, they will send the finished documents out and if a producer is interested, this might really happen! 

Though, Cornelia stresses again that they will only sell the rights if everything fits just as it should. Right now all the people she's working with know the story very well so it had been very exciting to go through this process and she's optimistic.

MISC.

Cornelia thinks Scipio from The Thief Lord is currently in Venice Beach, Los Angeles - but she can't prove it yet

Cornelia already had tourists show up at her new place asking to rent rooms because there used to be a hotel up there

Three illustrators from Hamburg are already staying with Cornelia right now and she says she doesn't want to be alone, she likes to always have people around ("like a dog", she says). Up until September 2022 there won't be a single day she spends alone.

Cornelia believes in the supernatural but has never seen a ghost, unfortunately. She has asked to be locked into an English cathedral at night to change that and was approved but it fell through because she couldn't be in England at that date. She hopes to get another chance in the future

There are a few new ideas slumbering in Cornelia's notebooks but nothing that seems urgent at the moment

Go polish your boots and get some sugar cubes for the reindeer- the next livestream will take place December 6th! 

#info #reckless #inkworld #mirrorworld #Cornelia Funke #i have opinions about some of this but. i am very tired #i will say i love how often her answers are basically 'idk i just work here' #so many authors always pretend to know everything and have everything planned from the beginning #and here she is like yeah who knows! would love to find out some day!

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

Them: Do Hellers and found family/later season fans really think they're the majority? The show ended the way it did because the real fans were the real majority.

Translation:

Dabb: 'Only 30% out of 100% of the viewers are gonna like it'

Jared: 'Only 3 out of 10 people are going to enjoy it.'

Dabb: To the 70% aka the mathematical majority: 'Y'all gonna be pissed.'

GoT Finale:

Petition To Remake GoT Season 8

Emilia Didn't Like the Ending But Is Thankful For Her Time On the Show

Showrunners Knew The Majority Wouldn't Like It

(food for thought: critics picked up on the sidelining of women in the finale)

Season 1 callbacks in Dany's death scene that didn't make sense

Jon held Dany as she died

Dany's death happened in the destroyed throne room, with Drogon coming in right after aka a fantastical creature

Next content GoT-related to be released is you guessed it: House Of the Dragon that is being co-showrun/exec produced by one of GoT's main seasons 5-8 directors/season 8 exec producers, Miguel Sapochnik

SPN Finale:

Petition To Remake SPN Finale

Jensen Initially (aka Instinctually) Didn't Like the Ending

Showrunners Knew The Majority Wouldn't Like It

(food for thought: finale undid all progressive story development and sidelined all of the women characters as well as the found family)

Season 1 callbacks in Dean's death scene that didn't make sense (this does include the villain they chose to go with)

Sam was supposed to hold Dean as he died until Jensen changed it and wanted Dean to die on his feet

Dean's death happened inside a barn, surrounded by vampmimes aka fantastical creatures

Next content to be released post-SPN is you guessed it: Walker, that is being exec produced by/starred in by one of SPN's main actors, Jared Padelecki (and as if the recent announcement of Kansas playing at a Walker festival in the episode that Jensen directed doesn't illustrate this point even more, though to be fair this was most likely something Jared suggested and the showrunner ended up agreeing to - obviously back in 2020 no one knew about this little tip of the hat to the supposed real SPN finale they were going to shoot pre-COVID would happen and on another show of all places)

Bonus:

SPN has referenced GoT a couple of times in their universe: "That Joffrey is a dick" "So, how about the Game of Thrones ending. Pretty great, right?" (this last one said by Chuck in the last season, when he was the villain and the whole theme for him was that he didn't know how to write a great ending or even what it would look like without his narcissistic involvement)

David Nutter worked on both shows as director and exec producer, the latter being GoT (he returned for the final season and still kept professional touch with Jensen and the crew, he even offered for Jensen to have a cameo at one point which Jensen politely declined)

GoT broke the 4th wall (8x06 & who could forget Ed Sheeran performing in Westeros...as Ed Sheeran!) and SPN did that themselves quite a few times (The French Mistake, Fan Fiction, etc)

Double Bonus:

Walker setup inside the finale: (x) - where Sam hears a phone buzzing in Dean's desk; we see all of his law enforcement phones and the only one Sam picks up as a first try is state patrol (Walker is a Texas Ranger); the next one is Dean's other other phone and the number is from Austin, Texas; Sam picks up and the caller calls him Agent Bon Jovi, tells him that they have a few bodies down there without hearts (not only has Dean just died in the episode, but Walker recently lost his wife when pilot happens, and one of the promos of Walker focuses on his grief & "letting go" and "moving on" - aka loss of heart); Sam says he's on his way and he shuts down the bunker before leaving with Miracle in tow (aka saying goodbye to SPN)

CW has done backdoor pilots before like this on their other shows in a similar manner (The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and The Green Arrow and The Canaries for three prime examples), even two inside SPN's own universe (Bloodlines, Wayward Sisters).

So...

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Who's gonna tell 'em?

#you're not the majority #you never were #you're nothing more than the guaranteed viewership of jared's next show #if that show wasn't coming out 15x20 would have gone differently #and it might have made some small bit of sense #though not much most likely #because they were determined to go the game of thrones route #they saw that dumpster fire and went 'i want that' #it's all right here #this is no shade on jared or walker btw #it's just facts #and business #this is how it works #especially with a pandemic involved #that no one could see a foreseeable end to at the time #and Hollywood was being hit HARD #30% is not greater than 70% #30% is not the majority #deal with it 🕶️ #watch wincest fans try to say this proves wincest is canon because of the jonerys death parallel #watch #spn #spn finale critical #spn finale don't know her #15x20 was a certified dumpster fire of epic proportions story wise #spn parallels #got parallels #had house of dragon been greenlit when got finale was filmed #you can bet they would have done the same as spn with walker #there's a reason dabb said 'two finales'

[alj4890]

And Then I Met You

What happens when the one you thought you were meant for turns out to be meant for someone else?

A\N Choices Fan Fiction with characters from The Royal Romance, Red Carpet Diaries, and Perfect Match

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A/N This is the final chapter for this storyline. Thank you so much for reading this and enjoying it with me. I will still offer shorts and requests for this pair in this storyline. My next series for Thomas and Amanda will be the, “what if” she never told him about being part of the selection for Liam’s bride. The trip to Lake Tahoe will not result in their hasty marriage. No Lauren. None of what has happened here. If you would like to be tagged in this, please let me know in the comments. The new series will be called, And Then I Left You. Cheesy right? LOL!

Masterlist

Part 27 

Lord Thurston Vancouer’s study, Cormery Isle, Cordonia...

Lauren stilled at Tariq's words.

"You," her eyes narrowed, "you are ending our engagement?!"

"Yes." He clasped his hands behind his back. "I have already sent in my statement to the press and--"

"You did what?" She screeched. "How dare you! I should have been the one to do that." She stepped forward and slapped him. "Do you have any idea what this will do to my reputation?"

Tariq's jaw spasmed from the impact. He calmly turned his head back toward her.

Her temper flared even more at his silence. “I gave up my career for you, you bastard!” She raised her hand to slap him again.

His hand shot up, grasping her wrist. “I think this is for the best.”

“You think so?” Her lips curled in a snarl. “You will regret this.”

His expression hardened. “I think I will regret it more if I don’t end things now.”

Lauren yanked her hand away.  “You weren’t the only man who wanted me to marry him.” Her chin lifted as she tried her best to look down her nose at him. “I was told by your friend to dump your sorry ass and choose him.” 

Tariq merely shrugged causing her vengeful temper to burst. 

“It’s Blair isn’t it?” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t think I’ve been oblivious to the extra time you have been spending with her.”

“She is in a sense a reason behind my decision.” He responded. “But mostly, she opened my eyes to your true nature.”

“You haven’t even begun to see my true nature.” She warned. “But you will. You will see all that I am as I destroy every single thing you love.” 

Her smile sent chills down Tariq’s back as did the words that followed.

“I think I will start with Arabella. That will punish not only Neville for what he did to me, but will also hurt your precious Blair. Then I’ll--” 

“I don’t think you will have the chance to do anything to my daughters or son.” Lord Thurston’s hard tone cut through her tirade.

Lauren paled when she saw members of the King’s Guard fan out around the study behind Lord Thurston. 

“Your time in Cordonia has come to an end.” Thurston told her. “In fact, I believe you will never have an opportunity to hurt anyone ever again.”

Lauren screamed out her denial when the the guards moved to take her into custody.

“You can’t do this! I--” she was silenced by the guards forcing her to the ground to handcuff her.

An Interpol agent stood by, watching it all unfold while reading out the crimes she was accused of.

Arabella and Blair stood silently with Neville in the hallway as Lauren was dragged out, screaming and crying.

“We must inform Lady Olivia and Lady Amanda that it is done.” Thurston said once the front door closed behind the guards..

“I’ll call Olivia.” Arabella ran off, excited to not only see Lauren taken away, but at also recording the whole incident. She knew a few popular reporters in Cordonia who would appreciate this video.

“I’ll make certain that Lady Amanda is told.” Blair went to Tariq and gently squeezed his hand. Her eyes met his. “Are you alright?”

He nodded, a gentle smile formed over her concern for him. “I am now.”

With a whispered promise to talk to him soon, she left the three men alone.

Thurston cleared his throat to break the tense silence and waved toward his study. “I believe we need to clear the air between you two.”

“There is no need.” Tariq replied. He averted his eyes from the two. “It will take time, but I refuse to let what happened ruin my relationship with the Vancouer’s.”

Neville lowered his head. “I don’t know what possessed me to do that to you.” He lifted remorseful eyes to his old friend. “I humbly ask your forgiveness.”

Thurston wisely remained silent as he watched his son and the man he considered a second son. He knew that this was something that only they could resolve.

Tariq shifted from foot to foot. “I won’t insult you by lying that I understand why you did it or that it didn’t hurt to hear that you--” he shook his head. “I consider you and your family as my own. And if things go as I think, then we will be brothers in truth one day.” His shoulders straightened. “You will have my forgiveness, but it will take a long time for you to regain my trust.”

Thurston looked on in approval as the two shook hands, his son expressing once more his sorrow for his actions.

Time would heal these wounds.

***************

The night before in Monterisso, Queen Amalas's private quarters...

"Enough haggling." Olivia grumbled. "I've offered my services the next time you need them." She folded her arms, leveling her basilisk gaze upon the Queen of Spies. "What have you found out about Lauren Benefield?"

Amalas poured them each a glass of wine. "Have a seat."

Olivia eyed the crystal goblet.

"Please." Amalas rolled her eyes. "Why would I make deals if I planned on poisoning you?"

Olivia set the glass down. "I know you didn't poison it. I am here on business, not some social call."

The queen's expression held hints of approval. "And this is why I offered my services to you." She pulled out a small flash drive and tossed it to her. "That, your grace, holds everything."

Olivia quirked an eyebrow. "I assume you kept a copy for yourself."

Amalas silently raised her glass in a toast. "Wouldn't you?"

Olivia's lips twitched into a brief smile. "Naturally."

The Queen pressed a button under her desk. The wall to the left opened, revealing a series of monitors.

Amalas took her own copy of the flash drive and began to pull up all she had discovered on Lauren Benefield.

"It is a good thing you managed to have Lauren quit Lord Hunt's picture.” She began, “ Here's a brief synopsis of what I discovered about her and her associate, Viktor Montmarte.

Olivia pulled up a chair and began reading. Her complexion paled due to some of what she read.

"Kidnapping. Drugs. Sex trafficking. Rape. Extortion." She clicked and saw the small island in the south Pacific that Viktor owned.

"Lauren was not only partaking of these activities." Amalas explained. "She was handpicking underage girls and having them sent to his island," her voice hardened in anger, "under the guise that this was their big break into Hollywood."

Olivia's eyes widened at the satellite images of what was happening around Viktor's estate. "Dear God."

"Interpol along with the FBI are thrilled that I was able to get some concrete evidence." Amalas explained. "I've been working with them the past few months." Her voice turned cold. “Montmarte has friends in very high places that have been helping him stay just under the radar.” Her eyes narrowed. “I knew he couldn’t be doing all this on his own.”

"And when you saw what Lauren was doing to Thomas and Amanda, you were able to get the final piece to the puzzle?" Olivia murmured.

"I didn't know if she was a victim or a partner of Viktor's. Once I tapped into their conversations while she was at Lythikos, I was able to see how deeply involved she was." Amalas enlarged a photo of Lauren smiling as she disembarked off a plane with two teenage girls. "Without her help, Viktor wouldn't have gotten half of the girls he and his friends preferred."

Olivia clicked on another image of Lauren and Viktor at a pool party. The actress was laughing while holding down a young woman in tears so that the producer could forcefully fondle her.

Amalas clicked back to her notes. "I discovered this too." She pulled up a recorded conversation between Viktor and Lauren from when she first began working with Thomas. "Lauren records everything in case she needs to blackmail Viktor and vice versa."

Viktor: How's your seduction going?

Lauren: *laughter* Slow. I have to handle Thomas with kid gloves.

Viktor: If anyone can do it, it's you.

Lauren: I know. *more laughter* Don't worry. I won't forget about you. Once Mr. Hunt is mine, I will give you his grieving wife.

Viktor: *chuckle* I have plans for the duchess.

Lauren: I bet you do.

Viktor: I haven't ever had a noble before. *sinister chuckle* Perhaps I should use the gold rope when I tie her up.

Lauren: Promise me that I get to watch. I can't wait to see her content, happy face devastated.

Viktor: I promise it will be all that you desire, my dear.

Lauren: Maybe we should first force her to watch what I do with Thomas. That will really get her.

Viktor: The more broken they are the more turned on I get. We'll use the rooms with the two-way mirrors. I’ll start by--

Olivia turned it off. Her rage exploded as she stood abruptly from her chair.

"I--" tears sparked her green eyes. "I can't believe--" words failed her as she thought of her closest friend encountering such evil. That she actually had this person in her home as a guest.

Amalas placed a comforting hand on Olivia's shoulder. "Don't worry." She closed the files. "Once America and Europe are finished, these two will be permanently placed in a dank cell."

“They don’t deserve that consideration.” Olivia snapped. “To think of all the lives they have ruined.”

Later that night, Olivia called Liam and Bastien. She explained all that she had discovered, urging them to alert Lord Thurston to guard Arabella and Blair.

Plans were made to have the actress apprehended and held for extradition. Liam promised to call Tariq to go ahead an issue a statement that his engagement was over before the scandal struck.

After talking to them, Olivia called Amanda.

****************

St Orella, Cordonia, the next day...

Thomas was in no state to continue filming. Last night's discovery had nearly broke him. Knowing he would have been the one that brought about harm to Amanda and their life together had devastated him.

He had briefly explained to Holly to have the crew take a few days off while he came to terms with everything.

He then spent the morning on the balcony, staring off at the waves, crashing against the rocky shore.

"How long have you been out here?" Amanda asked once she found him.

"Sunrise." He replied, unable to look directly at her.

She came over and sat next to him. Her hand slipped into his as she turned her attention to the beauty before them.

Thomas couldn't take the simple kindness. He rose abruptly and went to stand over at the balustrade.

"Thomas?" Amanda followed him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "What's--"

He jerked out of her grasp. "I need to be alone."

Her eyes searched his, causing him to avert his gaze.

"Why?" She asked.

Thomas ran his hands over his face. "You know why."

She leaned against the balustrade, silently observing her husband’s odd behavior.

He couldn't take it. He left her without a word and went directly to their closet.

Amanda followed him, watching as he began to pack.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "We don't leave for the capital until Thursday."

He tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat. "I'm not going to the capital."

"What? Why?" Amanda couldn't take him avoiding her and blocked his path. "We must attend Liam's coronation!"

Thomas stilled when she took his hands. His head dropped, wishing she would order him to leave and never return. He didn’t deserve her. 

"Are you angry with me?" She asked.

His head jerked up. "What would I have to be angry with you for?" His expression hardened. "Were you the one to insist on having an actress be around the one you vowed to protect? Were you the one who dismissed all the concerns voiced by those you trust?" His voice cracked. "Did you leave the one you love more than anything alone with such a person nearby to film on location?"

Amanda stepped closer, winding her arms around him. "You didn't know Lauren was that evil. You thought she was a flirt. A woman who got off on destroying people's lives with affairs."

"I should have put two and two together." He snapped, completely disgusted at himself. "I suspected Viktor of predatory behavior with young actresses. I should have seen that his closeness to Lauren meant that they were of like mind."

His temper broke as he thought over all his decisions concerning the actress. “AND I’M THE FOOL WHO BROUGHT THEM INTO OUR HOME!”

His voice echoed in their bedroom. A nervous Hudson knocked on the door, forcing Thomas to quickly apologize for his outburst.

Amanda shushed him, pulling him closer to her. The morning's news had shown the actress being extradited from Cordonia while Viktor was simultaneously being dragged from his Hollywood mansion in the middle of the night. Some other famous people and those in the business and diplomatic world were being held for questioning and arrested.

"It's over." She said softly. "Neither Viktor nor Lauren will ever have a chance to hurt someone again." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "And thankfully, they did not have a chance to hurt us as they had planned."

"If they had, I--" he swallowed at the lump in his throat. "I could have lost you."

Amanda shook her head. "You wouldn't have lost me." 

She tried to kiss him. Prove to him that all was as it should be.

He broke away. "I would have. If Lauren had succeeded in making you believe I was having an affair. If Viktor had succeeded in--" his fist clinched, wishing he had them wrapped around the man's throat. "I would have lost you."

She tried to say he wouldn't, yet, she knew deep down that he very well might have. As she imagined how she would be after going through something like that, she realized what would have happened if they had divorced.

"We would have found our way back to each other."

Thomas raised his heartbroken eyes back to hers. "You sound so certain."

"Not only do I love you, I need you." She admitted. "You give me comfort." She tugged on his arms to hold her. "You listen to me, try to help me...I would have needed all that if they had succeeded." She nestled her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Your touch alone helps ease any worry or pain I have."

He clutched her tight, words failing at how she did the same for him. He pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them remain there as he allowed her to ease the tension within him.

******************

Fives Months Later, Hollywood...

Thomas tugged at his bowtie while he waited downstairs. He reviewed the speech he had written for tonight’s premiere of The Earl’s Undoing.

“You’re going to ruin that if you keep pulling at it.” 

He looked up and smiled at his wife coming downstairs. Slipping the notecards in his breast pocket, he met her at the bottom step.

“I must admit that I feel those same butterflies that I had the night you took me to the AFI’s awards.” She tilted her head when he kissed her cheek. “Are you sure this is what I should wear tonight?”

Thomas took her hand and twirled her. The rich royal blue gown sparkled in the lamp light. “You look beautiful.” 

She pressed a tender kiss to his lips, smiling as he held her close. “You look very handsome.”

“I notice you say that whenever I wear a tuxedo.” He teased. “That is the only reason I keep wearing them to events.”

She laughed, slipping her arm in the bend of his. “We better go. Liam sent a text saying that they would be leaving the hotel in an hour.”

The two made their way to the theater. Cameras flashed as their limo pulled up.

“Ready?” Thomas asked.

“I think so.” She gripped his hand. 

“Normally, I would say we forget about it and go straight home.” He stepped out of the car and helped her out. As cameras flashed and cheers were yelled, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “But I want everyone to see how proud I am that you let me direct your story.”

Cameras once again captured the moment the two looked at one another. The tender smile and obvious love was seen by all along with the sweet kiss the duchess gave her director.

That night, Thomas did not remain dismissive of any question posed about the film. With Amanda by his side, he remained for the most part, almost pleasant with the invasive inquiries of their life together and whether or not they would work on any more projects as they had with The Earl’s Undoing.

Finally making it inside the theater, they joined their friends who each had a hand in helping the couple get here together.

Once they all found their seats, Thomas whispered that he would be right back.

He made his way to the front of the packed auditorium and raised his hand for silence.

“Good evening.” He began. “I want to thank each person who made this movie possible. My gratitude to our friends from Cordonia who traveled here specifically to support us. And how grateful I am for those of you who came out tonight.” 

He cleared his throat and waited for the applause to die down. “Let me begin by saying what many directors that have come before me have said. This was a labor of love.” His eyes met Amanda’s. “But unlike the love we feel for our craft, mine was truly one of deep, heartfelt emotion. Without this story, I would have never met the author who ended up becoming the very love of my life.”

Amanda blinked back tears as he gave a brief story of how he had fallen in love with her while working towards making a movie. Beside her, Nadia, Riley, and Addison were sniffing and wiping their own tears. Even Olivia and Holly were slightly affected, both attempting to pretend they weren’t.

“What you will see on the screen is a love letter to my wife, Amanda.” He explained. “Every shot. Every line said in a particular way. Every bit of costume and scenery...it is all from my heart.” He once again met his wife’s unwavering gaze. “For the rest of my life, this movie will be my favorite of all time and all because I met you.”

#Thomas Hunt #choices red carpet diaries #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda #and then I met you

[stopsandstations]

FF-recs- Eunhae/Haehyuk-

“2008: The year she swore she would never read a fanfic based on real life people.                2018: The year she broke that promise”  I used to be (and still somewhat am) an opposer of fanfiction based on real life people, and shipping real people. I’ve seen so many people unable to separate fiction/fan service from reality and make actors/singers really uncomfortable.  But for some reason I’ve decided to not take the moral high ground in regards to these two.  Probably because they more or less make a living of it... 

Supernatural, angst, soulmates, comedy and detectives.

Title:  A Minor Detail Author:  SnowyK  Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  R Summary: Secret agent, subtle crush on partner, easy access to tacos- Donghae is a simple guy. Title:  Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better Author: honeyintherock Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: Donghae is a competetive tease. Title: Awkward Situations  Author:  dhaexo  Pairing: haehyuk, eunhae Rating:  M Summary: Kyuhyun has a hot cousin, Hyukjae has a fake boyfriend.

Title:  Bound Author: eahnue Pairing:  eunhae, haehyuk Rating:  M Summary: Hyukjae does not believe his soulmate is out there.

Title: Counting Lifelines Author:  koelynm Pairing: haehyuk Rating:  PG -13 Summary:  In a world where the number on your wrist determines who is your soulmate, Hyukjae meets Donghae.

Title: Demons Strictly Cash Author: haekass  Pairing: eunhae  Rating: None Summary:  Haru & One Day Bar Rules:-Pay with what you've got -Tabs are for regulars only -Mind the floating tables -Be careful of who you agree to a contract with -Be respectful to Cael, he has permission to bite -Dragons reminder: in summer, do not heat -Incubi cannot come in hungry -Goblins, leave bats at the door -Hani is not interested in you and will not teleport into your bathroom stall -Do not mess with Donghae or his daughter. Title:  Eunhyuk, Ghost Detective Author:  iluvfishy  Pairing:  eunhae Rating: M Summary:  Eunhyuk works as a homicide detective. And he sees dead people.

Title:  Hey, Cat. Eat! Author:  donghaeyah Pairing: eunhae Rating:  M Summary: Donghae gets a four legged admirer.

Title:  Inked Author:  donghaeyah Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: When you turn eighteen a name appears on your body.

Title:  Midnight visits Author:  goldfische Pairing:  haehyuk Rating:  M Summary: Sleeping with an open window leads to interesting events. Title: My Virtual Valentine Author:  bitterkitty Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: All Donghae wants is a little companionship. Title:  Perfection Author: bitterkitty Pairing: haehyuk Rating:  M Summary: An ex-boyfriend, a pair of bunny ears and a boat.

Title: Rum and Wine's Miraculum Author:  WicketCriminals Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: A wanderer and a thightrope walker.

Title:  Seasons Shift (but so do we) Author:  SnowyK  Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: Eunhyuk has an unusual familiar Title:  Snowflakes On Steel Author:  slicksilver  Pairing:  eunhae, haehyuk Rating:  M Summary: Two different worlds meet.  Title:  The Last Bell Author:  iluvfishy Pairing:  haehyuk, eunhae Rating: M  Summary: Things are different now that they’re older.

Title: Two bare feet Author:  goldfische Pairing:  eunhae, haehyuk Rating: M Summary: Hyukjae’s roommate has an interesting fetish. Title: Two Beds Author: koelynm Pairing:  eunhae, haehyuk Rating: M Summary: Hyukjae is very practical, so when he doesn’t have time for a relationship, he sleeps with prostitutes. Donghae is a prostitute. Title:  The Unseen Author: emii_vipelf  Pairing:  eunhae Rating:  M Summary: “ Anyone who associates with Lee Donghae is almost always marked for death” Title:  Whatever happened to my Rock'n'Roll Author:  goldfische Pairing:  Haehyuk Rating:  M Summary: Donghae is in love. 

#ffrec #ffrecs #fanfiction #fanfic #fic rec #recommendations #eunhae #haehyuk #eunhyuk #donghae #soulmate #detective #supernatural

[alwaysupatnight]

Okay, doing @yossariandawn‘s questions because they were so good I didn’t wanna miss out. :P

1. Set two fictional couples you love on a double date, and tell me how would that play out? One word answers are acceptable if you prefer. Hmm... Well, I always wanted to do a crossover fic of fdtd and twd because I shipped both sethkate and bethyl. I could totally see Kate and Beth being best buds right away because they’re so similar and are pretty close in age. I wasn’t ever sure Seth and Daryl would get along too well because Daryl is a little standoffish with people he doesn’t know. :P Seth would not be having any fun and would probably make an idiot of himself, but what else is new. The double date might devolve into a fistfight between the two lbr. XD

2. Do you like candles? If so, what’s your favorite candle scent? I had this mocha coffee scented candle with coffee beans glued to the bottom half that I LOVE. I don’t remember where I bought it but I’ve been wanting to get more like it for almost 2 decades. lol I’ve never burned it. I also had this mango pineapple scented candle I got from bath and body works that I LOVED. It smelled so good!! But I don’t typically burn my candles. If I buy any, they pretty much just decorate my bookshelves. :P

3. What’s the perfect fic you’ve been craving that wish someone else would write already? I wish someone could see inside my brain and write the Fireman Seth au of my dreams. lol I just don’t know what to do with it myself tbh. Alternatively, my culebra seth fic. XD I’m just terrified I’m gonna screw it up by trying to give it a plot and it’s already getting out of hand as it is. lmfao but I promise I am trying!!

4. If you could have an 15 minute conversation with any fictional character, who would you choose? I would pick Beth Greene.

5. Above question continued, what would you talk about? I would demand to know WHERE HER BODY IS. And then I would discuss with her why she’s not actually dead.

6. What’s one weird thing you loved as a child? I was OBSESSED with the movie Con Air (starring Nicolas Cage). XD idk why?? I think it was because I really loved that final scene where he reunites with his wife and gets to meet his kid for the first time while Trisha Yearwood’s version of “How Do I Live” plays in the background. lol

7. Any songs that make you always think of a character? I honestly have wayyyy too many!! :P

Cinnamon Girl & Get Free // Lana Del Rey makes me think of Kate Fuller... those are just her songs okay!?!

Hey Brother // Avicii always makes me think of the Greene sisters from twd because of this gifset [here]

Echo // Jason Walker never fails to make me think of Bethyl because of this fan vid [here]

Never Give Up // Sia & All My Tears // Emmylou Harris always remind me of Beth Greene because of these gifsets *I* made lol [here] & [here]

And of course Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby // Cigarettes After Sex always makes me think of Seth Gecko/sethkate!! My fave gifset of mine y’all!! [here]

8. How well can you swim, and do you enjoy swimming? I was never gonna make the swim team but I wasn’t too terrible at it. lol Now I just float mostly. :P

9. Recommend me a new show, movie, or song! Narcos!! I’m definitely dragging you into the Pedro fan club!! :P Come fangirl over Javi with me!! lol Alternatively Cobra Kai (now on Netflix)!! It’s so good!! idk if you’ve seen it?? I can’t wait for s3!! Unfortunately it won’t be coming out until NEXT YEAR. dying about it. Or if you’ve seen that or are uninterested, I definitely recommend Upload on Amazon Prime!! Such an amazing show!!

10. What’s your favorite food that you make? I’ve been making a lot of chili and cornbread this year lol It’s pretty much the only thing I can cook decently but it’s pretty amazing ngl. I’m a better baker tbh and I loooove chocolate chip banana bread with walnuts!! I’ve perfected my recipe and it’s one of my fave things to make now!!

11. Draft the perfect Zombie Apocalypse Survival Team, 5 characters from any show or movie. I can only pick FIVE?! Ugh okay. lol

Leon Kennedy: Are video game characters acceptable?? lol Well, he’s in a few movies too. :P Leon is my zombie apocalypse bf okay. Plus he’s an agent and has experienced this shit multiple times lol

Beth Greene: HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THIS GIRL MAKES HEADSHOTS?! ACTUAL ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE PRINCESS!!

Daryl Dixon: Because he is the ultimate zombie fighter

Kate Fuller: the girl is FEARLESS. I mean, she wields crossbows and chainsaws against Mexican Dracula. Get her some body armor and she’d be unstoppable.

Karen Page: I read a zombie au Kastle fanfic a while back where she became the leader of a community. Every army needs a leader, right? Plus, she’s pretty badass with a gun!!

Not adding questions or tagging anyone cause this was just for fun. :P

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