#and russian guy is all like 'he killed my brother and my nephew and my men over a car and a puppy'

[simplyender]

john wick was right, btw. about killing all those people over a puppy.

#john wick #saying this bc im watching #john wick 2 #and russian guy is all like 'he killed my brother and my nephew and my men over a car and a puppy' #like yeah? and? he was right #jw #these words coming out of my mouth but on a screen

[ronsenthal]

Part five and final of Jess Reads Fierce Valor as we reached his post WWII military career, his retirement and last years of his life

Notes: Please read the book and take your own conclusions if you can, this is my view and my own clonclusion from my experience reading it

okay now really not much happens, he got married for a second time, stayed in the army, got divorced again

he came to the veterans reunion in 1947 and then never showed up again until some 50 years later

he made his final combat jumps in Korea, he had like 4 which was like a LOT

btw do you guys remember Albert Blithe from the series right? Right! the guy lived after recovering from his wounds and actually served in the 187th Infantry Regiment, guess who was the company commander? thats right! our very own bald man

ok so he worked and had time studied Russian and became the governor os Spandau, at this time there was already some cold war shit going on

speaking of shit, his german was shitty (so is mine!!!) so he couldn't quite undestand the prisioners but played chess with one of them??

Ah yes got married and divorced again

trained and organized some stuff for the the Royal Lao Army and some more army duty??? but nothing interesting is said really

he was then Lieutenant Colonel and worked with the Pentagon, it says that his army duty came to an end in 1964 but his name came up in army records in 1965 at a special division, so he had some function? was he a spy? we will never know for sure

okay now he is retired, married again (the man was a machine), had some health related problems and had to do some heart surgeries, like 5 of them or even more

at this point he was really introspective over his life, then the Ambrose book came and old man was PISSED because guess what??? Ambrose didn't even bothered to actual fact check his book and Speirs felt that he did dirty to his first ex-wife and even to himself

Dick became his biggest advocate and tried so many times to reunited him to the last members of Easy but he couldn't, he even begged Speirs but remember he is a Taurus so he said no again and again

toward his late years and after the release of the book he was afraid some n30-naz1s would come after him for some kind of vengeance so he asked for his name adress and personal info to be removed so Dick was the only one who knew hot to contact him

then there was the reunion for the screening of Band of Brothers and he finally showed up after his last wife made him show up and it was really emotional, Matthew Settle just watched the real Speirs and Dick watching the first ep and then Matthew showed up on his door and asked him to sing his cast, cause he got hurt his feet somehow

oh right forgot to mention that he loved his poodles, he was really into square dance (I don't know what the hell this is don't ask me), had some weird hobbies like pan for gold on rivers??? also normal ones like playing golf and he was also a nice elderly to his grand-sons and great-grand-sons, nephews, nieces and stuff

he had really bad PTSD specially while sleeping ans even after being retired he couldn't relax while sleeping and always eat his food fast.

he wouldn't let people kill spiders, like black widow spiders because of the William Wallace story and because he served in a company that the symbol and nickname was one

also he didn't talked about his army life like AT ALL, he said it was harder for him to remember things since he spent great part of his life om the army while the other guys served like with one company and that was it, for me it's clear it was bullshit he was so hard on himself and self critical on the basic stuff he didn't so one can only imagine how he dealt with the heavy stuff

his final years he was losing his strength, already loss great part of his hearing and was so ashamed of it and was really frustrated and miserable

after his death this one person of his family took his ashes and spread somewhere in a beautiful lake near the Canadian border where he rests today, quite emotional really

Okay so overall this was such a great reading, it's really a testament to how complex, mysterious and sometimes twisted his character really was.

I loved how the authors didn't pushed any agenda or narratives, I feel like they did a good job because they didn't tried to justify any of his actions, they just wanted to bring as many facts to the table as they could so we, as readers, could come up with our own conclusions

Mine is: He was crazy indeed, he did some questionable stuff and it took it's toll on him during and after the war, but also really cared for the man on his side, he sure could be cruel, flawed, cold blooded, impetuous and a true killer, but at the same time protective, respectful, really smart and incredible skilled as a leader, so much that everyone respected him for it, some loved the man dearly, some despised and that it was what truly amazed me by

A big thank you to everyone who followed my dumb takes during this reading, it was really fun to do!!!

taglist: @mads-weasley, @mutantmanifesto, @love--persevering, @gorgeousundertow, @grumpy-liebgott, @wexhappyxfew, @latibvles, @1waveshortofashipwreck and @executethyself35

#ronald speirs #band of brothers #dick winters #jess reads fierce valor #mw*

[bakugourising]

binging iwtv before it gets taken off hbo

ep 1

wait is this the actor that played the bernie sanders guy in succession omg this is my mcu

omg the blue contacts lol

vampire self harm

“you were disrespectful” “i was high” lol

“in the middle of the pandemic” oh shit this is set during covid

ok i’ve read the book so this other guy in the back is armand??

his backstory is so different but it works

omg this is so vulgar

ahh the blue eyes r so scary 😭

i always loved the setting so much new orleans is so pretty

this is the weirdest flirting of all time

“you’re his destiny louis” “destined to be very good friends” lol

the powers anne rice vampires have r so cool

ok i kind of love paul

this is so bisexual

“it’s my brothers funeral” 😭

bruh lestat needs to chill the fuck out

such a good first ep hell ya

ep 2

all this fancy food is giving me hannibal flashbacks

“can we turn down the music” oh i love that

lestat is so bitchy

“i should have told you that” ya probably

the fox :(

i love lestat’s straw hat

the sound design for this show is rlly good

DONT EAT THE BABY

theatre kid lestat back at it again

“i almost ate my nephew lestat” lol

ep 3

lestat is so EXTRA stop harassing the piano guy 😭

“what’s wrong with that man” no literally

“more nuanced portrait” lol

“ya i heard that about you two” lol

i love bricks

“sounds like some kind of russian bolshevik scheme”

“he’s a lot”

🫢

omg that’s so creepy with the soldiers wtf this show does the anne rice genre of horror so well

omg i love louis’ red suit

“i’ll let you reload” cold af

i for one support louis killing racists

“i’m a vampire”

claudia pog

#iwtv 1st watch

[vikeshcreationz]

Q&A

You can ask me, or (some of) my ocs, anything.

Send it in my ask box, reblog it, or reply it.

When you ask, specify who you're asking, say "you" instead of "Vikesh" when referring to me in this becuase I have a oc named Vikesh aswell.

All these OCs are from ASW, AggressiveSprite's World.

(let me just provide a list rq + 3 random funfacts of each one)

hey. sorry to be annoying but if you get triggered by death or gore of some sort start running

AGGRESIVESPRITE

• Russian guy.

• Is like an uncle to L and S, despite Vikesh, their dad, hates him.

• Tries to keep world peace while he sucks at it.

VIKESH (the asw one, not myself, you know me)

• Accidental father of L and S but he loves them anyway.

• Older than the universe itself, think of him as a replacement for the Christian God. He was reincarnated as the thing he is now.

• Is mistaken for his nephew yet 50% of his body is fluff while only 3% of his nephew's is.

SOUNDBITE

• Fell in love with an Irish gay guy. (Despite technically being "killed" by him)

• Vikesh's more important nephew.

• Started a war WW2 style except not being racist in any way.

CECIL

• Based off of a Minecraft cake, his full name is the Cake Empire which I made in a server I was banned in long ago, it looked cool.

• Soundbite's boyfriend.

• Gave a cake to his former lover and accidentally killed them with a sort of poison in the batter.

L

• Full name is Lemonade.

• Son of Vikesh.

• The sassy and dumb brother.

S

• Full name is Strawberry.

• The other son of Vikesh.

• The practical and realistic brother.

Vixen

• AggressiveSprite's sister.

• Has a Borzoi (dog breed) named Cream. That's her only friend, ever.

• Killed by Vikesh out of pure hatred for AggressiveSprite. Body thrown in a ravine, her dog jumped in after her.

VikAsh

• 80ft tall, unlike VikEsh, who is only 4ft.

• The original design for VikEsh.

• Considered a myth, due to rarely ever being seen by nobody but AggressiveSprite and being told in ancient stories from dead people. And we all know both are crazy.

#q&a game #i'll regret this later #ask my characters #Ask me

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Breakneck by Marc Cameron

Arliss Cutter #5

 A fast-paced, action-packed, thrill ride that had me rooting for Arliss and the team he was working protection detail with ~ great addition to the series!

 What I liked:

* Arliss: U.S. Marshall, ex-military, strong, capable, lethal, team player, there for his family and friends, willing to take chances, lives by his Grandpa Grumpy’s rules and shares them with his nieces and nephews

* Lola: U.S. Marshall, partnered often with Arliss, in a relationship with Joe Bill Brackett, strong, focused, great at her work, thinks of Arliss as a big brother

* The prologue of missing Winnie, a 12-year-old girl, and how it was resolved

* The Bratva revenge angle that was the main focus of this book – glad it all was tied up by the end

* The plot, pacing, location, and writing style

* Seeing how Arliss’s widowed sister-in-law and her family are doing – and the potential for Arliss’s relationship with Mim

* Max: a bit of a surprise with potential to play a part in future books of the series – very curious about him.

* Catching up with some of the characters from past stories – even when it meant some were lost forever

* That I could thoroughly dislike the bad guys and hope they would be ruthlessly dealt with

* The potential of finding out, in the future, what really happened to Arliss’s brother, Ethan.

* All of it really except…

 What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about how evil some of the characters were and knowing that such people exist in real life.

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

 Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

     BLURB

 "Cameron’s novels hook you from the first line, cement your eyes to the page, and grip your heart in a vice. I can’t think of another writer whose work I admire more." —William Kent Krueger “Looking for authentic action, suspense, drama, and mystery? Look no further than U.S. Marshals Service veteran Marc Cameron whose thrillers capture the visceral nature of life in the trenches as only one who has lived it truly can.” —Jack Carr A train ride through the austere beauty of Alaska’s icy wilderness becomes a harrowing fight for survival at the Gateway to the Arctic in the thrilling new Arliss Cutter adventure from the New York Times bestselling author of TOM CLANCY POWER AND EMPIRE. Off the northeast coast of Russia, the captain and crew of a small crabbing vessel are brutally murdered by members of Bratva, the Russian mafia—their bodies stuffed into crab pots and thrown overboard. The killers scuttle the vessel off the coast of Alaska and slip ashore. In Washington, DC, Supreme Court Justice Charlotte Morehouse prepares for a trip to Alaska, unaware that a killer is waiting to take his revenge—by livestreaming her death to the world. In Anchorage, Alaska, Deputy US Marshals Arliss Cutter and Lola Teariki are assigned to security detail at a judicial conference in Fairbanks. Lola is tasked with guarding Justice Townsend’s teenaged daughter while Cutter provides counter-surveillance. It’s a simple, routine assignment—until the mother and daughter decide to explore the Alaskan wilderness on the famous Glacier Discovery train. Hiding onboard are the Chechen terrorists, who launch a surprise attack. While they seize control of the engine, Cutter manages to escape with Justice Townsend by jumping off the moving train—and into the unforgiving wilderness. With no supplies and no connection to the outside world, Cutter and the judge must cross a treacherous terrain to stay alive. Two of the terrorists are close behind. The others are on the train with the judge’s daughter—and they plan to execute her on camera. With so many lives at stake, Cutter knows there are only two options left: catch the train and kill them all . . . or all will be killed. “Cameron’s books are riveting page-turners.” —Mark Greaney, #1 New York Times bestselling author “One hell of a book. Sharply drawn characters, intense action scenes, and a captivating narrative result in a white-knuckle thrill ride.” — Simon Gervais, former RCMP counterterrorism officer and bestselling author of The Last Protector “Great action in a colorful setting. This is fun!” —Kirkus STARRED Review

#Marc Cameron #Arliss Cutter 5 #NetGalley #Kensington Books #Fiction #Thriller #Alaska #Crime #US Marshals #Bodyguard

[ally-writes-many-things]

Secret Voight Season 3 Part 3 (J. Halstead)

Summary: Its been a year and a few months since Olive showed up announcing that she was pregnant with Justin's kid. You were working on a case that involved Justin. Is Justin back doing the same old things or is it something else?

Words: 3.9k

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: Guys, I appreciate the love and support yall are giving me again with this series but please dont keep asking me over and over again if I'm continuing it. I think there will be at least one more part in season 3 and there will be one more chapter for s3. There also maybe be one more chapter that will be special. Idk yet. Well see.

You were smiling at your nephew in his high chair while wearing a birthday hat. It was Daniel's first birthday. You, your dad, Olive and Justin were all singing happy birthday to him as Daniel was just looking around and babbling. "Happy birthday, kiddo. Come on, blow out that candle. Ready? One, two..."

Your dad had put the cake on the food tray as Justin walked closer to his son and they both helped Daniel blow out the candle. "Good job,"

You looked from Daniel and then to Olive. "I can't believe he's a year old already,"

Voight nodded and went to grabbed a present. "Ooh, wait. Time for presents. This one is from me,"

Justin reaches over the table and grabbed the bag and opened it up. He pulled out a toy horse that he seemed to recognize. "All these years you kept this?"

"Your mom did. She kept all your baby stuff upstairs in the attic, just, you know, hoping one day she could pass it along,"

Olive puts her hand Justin's back. "Hank, it's perfect,"

"Yeah. Thanks, Pop. I wish Mom was here too,"

You got up from your seat and walked around to where your brother was and placed your hand on his shoulder. "I didn't know Camille but from what I've been told of her. She would be so proud of you,"

----

It had been an hour or so after you were done with giving Daniel his gifts. Justin and Voight were in the living room catching up. You and Olive were still in the kitchen with Daniel cleaning up. "So when are you and Jay getting married?"

Justin and Olive got married about six months ago and ever since then everyone has been up yours and Jay's ass over it too. Or well besides Voight. Voight told you over and over 'to take it slow'. You chuckled as you had a secret but it wasn't an engagement. Jay didn't even know about this either. "Whenever he proposes, I guess,"

"I'm sure, it'll be soon,"

You shrugged. "I'm just going with the tides. In this line of work, its difficult to worry about things like that,"

She nodded. "You guys did move in together right?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago,"

"With two bedrooms right?"

You cocked an eye at her. "Yeah? Why?"

"Just asking. How's it going?"

"It's going good. It's a lot easy on the both of us since Jay would take me to work,"

Voight walked into the kitchen with Justin. "Sorry to break the girl chat up but we got a case. Team is already there,"

You walked over to where Daniel was and kissed him on the top of his head. "Goodnight my sweet boy,"

---

You and Voight drive to the scene separate but arrived at the same time. You saw Kevin and Antonio were waiting for us at the police line which they lifted up when we walked up to it. "Hey, Serge. We got one dead female found in the trunk,"

Antonio looked at his notepad. "A park district employee was closing the gates. He was about to have the car towed when he noticed blood on the rear of the car and called the police,"

You and the others walked up the car, Jay was already there at the car holding up the trunk. "Victim's hands and feet are tied with barbed wire. Throat's cut. Fingernails are gone, too. I'm guessing she fought back against the assailant. He knew there'd be DNA, so he yanked them off,"

"Cartel hit?"

"Or Russians. They've been known to use barbed wire too,"

You got a ping on your phone and looked at it. "Car's registered to the victim. Her name's Melissa Wilds. She's 26 years old. We got an address,"

"All right, call Ruzek and Olinsky. Tell them to go over there and do a knock-and-talk,"

It was the next day and you didn't have much to go on as of yet. Al and Ruzek knocked at the address but no one answered. Her neighbor came by and they found out she had a daughter. You were sitting at you desk while talking about the case. "Melissa Wilds. Her husband was an Army private killed in a training exercise last year at Fort Bragg, along with three others when their chopper went down,"

Antonio took it from there. "She had an associate’s from Roosevelt and worked as a paralegal for the law firm Sawyer & Sawyer,"

Antonio was still in the outs with you. Yeah, its been a year but you still didn't trust him enough to let him back into your life. Jay, on the other hand, just didn't care because no one was gonna tell him what he can or can't do. Ruzek swung around in his chair to look at Antonio. "Yeah, I've seen those commercials. They're just high-profile ambulance chasers,"

"Bigger than that. They do seven-figure class action lawsuits against pharmaceutical companies or schools with asbestos,"

Jay was looking into Melissa's background and to see if she got any priors. "Except for a few parking tickets, Melissa has zero priors. She's a working, widowed mom, so the more I'm digging here, I can't see any reason why she'd be associated with cartels or any Russians,"

Voight walk to where he was standing in front of everyone. "Well listen. This girl was tortured with barbed wire. That means the killer either wanted something from her, or it was personal. So I want to know where she was before we found her, who she was with- if she was seeing someone new,"

Your phone of your desk rang while Voight was saying what he was saying. "Voight,"

"Roger Simpson is down here. Says he is Melissa's father,"

You pulled the phone away from your mouth and looked up at Voight. "Hey,"

"Hm?"

"Roger Simpson, Melissa's father, is downstairs,"

Voight looked over at Al. "Al?"

"We should start drawing straws,"

It had been about an hour since Al met with Roger and he said that Melissa was acting strange the past few months and that she was asking him to watch Tigan more and more which was no problem but it was hard cause he lived two hours away. He had asked her if something was wrong but she wouldn't tell him. You were engrossed with your digging that you didn't hear Jay walking up to you until he tapped on your desk. You looked away from your computer and up at him. "Hey handsome,"

He slightly smiled before dropping it. That concerned you. "What's wrong?"

"We got Melissa's phone records,"

"And?"

"Follow me,"

Jay started to walk towards Voight's office and you got up from your desk and followed him. "Hey, we got, uh, Melissa Wild's phone records,"

Voight looked at you confused and you just shrugged as you walked into his office. "Okay?"

Jay closed the door and hand a copy to you and Voight. He kept one for himself as well. "She and Justin, um-- they knew each other. Looks like there's maybe 20 phone calls and twice as many texts between the two of them last month. The last phone call she made was a half hour before time of death,"

Voight picked up his personal phone from his desk and started dialing Justin. "He said he was in town to help a friend. Maybe it was her,"

You walked up to Voight's desk. "Where is Justin now?"

"He should be at home with Olive and Daniel,"

Jay looked from you to your dad. "Did he ever mention this girl to you, to either of you?"

"No,"

"Don't you think I would've mentioned it if he did? Straight to voicemail,"

-

You and Voight rush to his house and see that Olive is there with Daniel but no Justin and he looks worried. "Where's Justin?"

"He left over an hour ago,"

"Have you tried calling him?"

"He's not answering. I texted him too. Hank, I'm worried,"

"We'll find him,"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialed Al. "I need you to track the GPS on Justin's car now,"

It took about ten minutes to find the location of Justin car which was parked on the side of the road. You and Voight both jumped out of the car and speed walked to the car. You looked into the car and didn't see anything. You walked around to the trunk where Voight was already opening it up. "Oh, my God,"

You find Justin the same way you found Melissa. Bound with barbed wire. "Justin. He's got a pulse!"

You pulled out your walkie. "Lincoln 5021, emergency. I repeat, emergency,"

Voight was trying to see if he had anymore injuries. "Oh, my God, he's been shot!"

You pushed the button on your walkie again. "I need an ambulance at my current location. We have a gunshot wound victim,"

--

You and Voight ran into Med with Justin and the paramedics when Maggie came into view. "We have incoming. You're with me. Talk to me,"

"It's my son!"

The paramedic started talking to Maggie. "GSW to the neck. GCS 3, tubed in the ambo. Pupils fixed and dilated. Sinus tachy on the monitor. He was bound in the trunk of a car,"

Maggie pointed into a room and started directing them. "Rotate. Get ready to transfer. Three, two, one--transfer,"

Sharon came up to Voight and started to pull Voight away. " Hank, let's step outside,"

"Is he breathing?"

"I need a CT head. Someone call neurosurgery!"

"Is he still breathing?"

"Checking right now, Hank,"

"Come on, let them do their job,"

Voight had called Antonio and told him what happened and the next thing you knew he had brought Olive and Daniel to the ER. Voight didn't look to pleased at Antonio.

Voight looked at you. "GET everyone back to 21,"

"Dad,"

"Now,"

-

You had texted everyone in the unit that if they were at 21st to get there. You couldn't call them because you knew if you called them you'd break down. You stood outside the door of 21st for a few minutes before walking into the precinct and then up the stairs to Intelligence. Jay saw you and walked up to you and pulled you into a hug and whispered into your ear. "It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay,"

You let him hold you for a few minutes before you pushed him away. Antonio looked at everyone in the unit before speaking. "Everybody needs to hold on real tight, and you all know what I mean. If at any point you're not comfortable with something, you come tell me,"

You were all looked at Antonio when Antonio stopped talking when he looked at something. You all turned around and saw Voight standing there with a duffel bag in hand. He throws in on Jay's desk and throw out money. "I want you to put word out to all your C.I.'s. That's 90,000 for any information on who did this to Melissa Wilds and my son,"

Kevin slowly got up and walked towards Voight. "Hey, we got this, Serge. Think you should go to the hospital?"

Voight nodded but didn't say anything for a good minute. "All right, let me be clear. I don't need condolences. I need commitment from each of you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to find who did this. Anybody not comfortable with that should take the next couple of days off,"

You nodded and walked towards the detail board. While holding back tears, you looked at everyone. "So, turns out Justin went through basic training with Peter Wilds

at Fort Campbell before Peter got shipped to Fort Bragg. That's how they knew each other. They stayed close friends. Melissa started reaching out to Justin about four weeks ago.

"Still doesn't tell us how they were mutual targets,"

Jay who is now sitting on his desk, talked next. "Maybe there's a nexus with her job- the law firm,"

"Check it out,"

Voight had started to leave but you had grabbed him and stopped him. "Hey. You have a grandson now, okay? That is counting on you. Just remember that,"

Voight looked at you for a few seconds before nodding.

-

You were going out of your mind in the car when you and Jay were driving to the law firm. Jay placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. "It's gonna be okay. Justin is going to wake up and everything will be fine,"

You looked at him and smiled. You appreciated the thought but that's not the biggest thing on your mind. You were worried about what your dad is doing.

Jay pulled up to the law firm and you put everything about your dad and Justin in the back of your mind and put all your focus on the case itself. You walked up to Melissa's boss' office. "Melissa used to be a great employee. Never complained about the hours

or working weekends. But there was definitely something off with her these past few weeks,"

You shifted on your other foot. "How do you mean?"

"Her demeanor. Melissa was always outgoing always had a smile on her face, even after losing her husband, Peter. But lately she'd become withdrawn..distant. To be honest, that's when I started to get suspicious,"

Jay didn't look away from her boss. "Suspicious of what, exactly?"

Her boss didn't answer for a minute thinking about what to say. She held up a finger to signal that she needed a minute. She got up from her desk, shut her office door and then sit back down. "We worked a class action suit last year. Several dozen plaintiffs were awarded mesothelioma cancer pay-outs, all over a million dollars each. three of the plaintiffs were robbed in home invasions, some of them badly injured,"

"Was Melissa the only one with access to this information?"

Her boss shook her head. "Well, no. But the way she was acting, and now what's happened to her, it can't be a coincidence,"

--

As you were leaving the office, Jay called the unit and told them what Melissa's boss, you got in his truck and he got in his truck after he finished the call. You were driving to the precinct when you got a call telling you to meet the team at a location they think Ginger is at and to suit up. Apparently while you were out, the team had learned the suspect's name. You were also texted a picture of him.

Jay parked a little ways down the street and you guys suited up and walked the rest of the way to meet up with the team. Voight saw you and as soon as you got next to him, he started talking. "This one we don't announce. We hit it and we hit it hard,"

You all nodded. Jay grabbed the battering ram and hit the door. Antonio was in first, Al and Ruzek was next, then you, Voight and Jay. You could hear a woman screaming. You saw three males trying to get up and run. You pointed a gun at one of them. "Don't move!"

Jay pointed the gun at the other. "Right there!"

Voight goes past you to point a gun at the three suspect.. "I'll blow your head off! Let me see your hands. Don't move,"

Antonio looked at the girl. "You, get your clothes. Get out of here,"

When everyone was under control you finally looked up at the three suspect and saw that it was Ginger. " You got a warrant?"

"Melissa Wilds,"

"Never heard of her,"

Voight didn't say anything for a minute then didn't take his eye of him but address the team. "The stove. Cover the door,"

Al and Antonio grabbed Ginger and pulled him over to the store as he turned on the store. "Wait a minute,"

"Justin Voight is my son. You shoot him and wrap him in barb wire?"

"No, man, that wasn't me. It was all Kevin!"

"Kevin who?"

"Kevin Bingham, a guy I work with sometimes. He...he used to bang

that girl Melissa when they were younger, started forcing her to give up info on who was getting big pay-outs from her law firm,"

"Yeah, and you did the home invasions.

"I just do the safes, man. He handles the people, then we split it down the middle,"

"Why did he kill her and shoot my son?"

"Melissa wanted out. But Kevin wouldn't let her, so she went to Justin for help. wanted me to meet him at that social club to broker a deal for her safety for five grand. I told him, leave it alone. He had no idea who he was messing with. Kevin knew Melissa was gonna rat him out, so he called Justin to meet to tie up loose ends!"

"Where's Kevin now?"

"I don't know. I swear! He only calls me when there's a job!"

Voight grabbed Ginger's head and forces it down on the hot burner so he could burn his cheek. Ginger screamed out in pain and you looked away in disgust.

Antonio came up to Voight and tried to pull him off of him. "Voight, we can do this at the district!"

Voight shrugged. "We're fine right here. Relax. Relax. Where's Kevin now?"

"Hiding cause he knows you're after him. I swear to God, that's all I know,"

-

It's been about two or so hours since you talked to Ginger. You had finally found some information on Bingham. You printed off a picture of Bingham and what you found on him. You also made copies for the team. "Kevin Bingham. He's been racking up felonies since he was 18, armed robbery, assault, battery, burglary. Five years ago he got popped for attempted murder. A guy spilled his drink at a bar, so Bingham stabbed him 16 time,"

Antonio looked up from the sheet. "Yeah, and he got out of jail three months ago,"

Al who was leaning up against the file cabinet talked next. "Melissa's father said she and Bingham dated six years ago back in high school and after her husband died, he started coming around again,"

Jay pointed at the photo that was sent over. "So these were sent over, all of these are from recent home invasions where the victims were tied up with barbed wire,"

Kevin looked at the phone. "That is definitely something he picked up in prison,"

Ruzek comes into the room with a paper in his hand. "So Bingham's parole officer said he stopped showing up-- violated him, but he's got no LKA. Yeah, so we've been running an extensive check on all his known associates, including those off his prison visiting list. All right, this is Dillon James. visited him all the way up until his parole, putting money into his canteen account. He's got priors for methamphetamine and a thing for stealing UPS trucks and selling the stolen goods,"

Voight turned and looked at him. "Where is he?"

"We got a possible house in Rogers Park,"

Voight nodded. "Let's roll out and suit up. Oh, Antonio. You stay here. Just call us if you get anything,"

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You hit the house and found his brother but all his brother told you was that Bingham came by last night and took some cash and guns that he was holding for them. He only told him that he needed to get out of town until something blew over.

*Justin was moved to ICU and Sharon will call in an hour with an update*

Dillion: I ain't--I ain't seen him *point the gun at him* All right, he was here! He came by last night. He was picking up some cash I was holding for him and some guns. He also gets a call from Antonio saying Sharon called and told him that Justin came out of surgery and that

You were in the unit for an hour or so when Voight gets a call and goes into his office and he was in there for a few minutes before he comes back out. "I got an address on Bingham. I want everyone rolling there now. First two to arrive, breach. This guy's on the run could be leaving any minute. Let's go,"

You didn’t ride with Jay or anyone else. You rode by yourself so you could have some time by yourself just to think about everything that was happened. You heard your phone go off and you looked down and saw that it was Jay. "Hey, I'm two minutes out,"

"Bingham's not here. No one's here. Not for a while,"

"Is Voight there?"

"Not yet,"

That's when it hit you that Voight sent you to a bogus location and that whoever he was on the phone with, found Bingham and he was at the Silos.

You heard Jay on the line calling for you but you dropped your phone in the seat and as soon as you could turned around. You drove as fast of you could to get to the Silos before your dad could do anything stupid. You drove up and saw that Kevin was digging a hole. You got out of the car and Kevin started talking to you. "Oh, thank God. Thank God. This guy tried to kill me. I didn't do anything,"

You walked up closer to your dad. "Don't do this. Think of your grandson,"

"Get back in your car, Y/N,"

"Do not throw it all away over him,"

"Get back in your car,"

"Dad, please. Justin is still alive and he wouldn't want justice like this,"

"Get out of here,"

"Justin,"

You looked at your dad to Kevin and then back to your dad and knew you couldn't get your dad to think straight. You slowly backed up and got in your car and left. You were halfway down the road when you finally heard the gun go off.

--

You didn't even go the unit after, you went straight to the hospital and you saw Sharon coming out ready to go home. She saw you. "He is in room 12. Say that I allowed it. Talk to him, he can hear you,"

You nodded and said a silent thank you. She placed a hand on your shoulder for a second before removing it. You walked up to the room and no one bothered you. You took a deep breath before opening the door. You opened the door and saw your brother in the hospital unconscious and Olive sitting next to him. She looked at you. "I'll give you two some time together," You walked to the chair and sat down. You finally let go of all the emotion you've been holding on too since you found Justin. You reached out to grab your brother's hand. You sat there and cry until you couldn't let anything else out. When you were finally done crying, you sat there in quiet thinking of what to say. "I don't know if you can hear me, Sharon says that you can. Do you remember when we first met after dad transferred me into Intelligence. We didn't like each other at well. We hated each other at first. Bickered all the time. Yes, we always had bad times but we also had god times and I want...I need more good times with you. I need you to be in my life..."

You trailed off with what you were about to say because you haven’t said it out loud. "Your niece or nephew is gonna need their uncle,"

You put your head on the side of his bed and just sat in quiet once more. "I'm gonna make them my partner in crime,"

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #one chicago #hank voight #secret voight #jay halstead x imagine

[interstellarflare]

Welcome Home Soldier || Alex

~PART ONE~

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, gore.

Summary: After destroying Barkov’s chemical factory in Georgia, and in the aftermath of Alex’s death, you return home for some much needed R&R. But after a surprise visit from Price, you are called back to the line of duty with the delivery of some shocking news.

Author’s Note: There might possibly be a part two? I’m unsure as of yet. I know where I want this series to go, and I have multiple parts planned, but I’m not sure if I should write them. Let me know what you guys think, and a tag list is open. If you want to be added just comment. Enjoy!

The afternoon sky in Washington D.C. was a vibrant violet, fading into pastel shades of blue, pink, yellow and orange over the horizon.

“You’re gonna be home for an entire month!” My nephew, Max exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly as we made our way home from the park. I laughed softly, nodding my head as a kind smile graced my lips. “You bet! That means you get to come over whenever you want” I mused happily, chuckling as Max wrapped his small arms around my middle, cheering ecstatically as we turned onto my street.

“We are going to have so much fun...” Max began, taking my much larger hand in his smaller one “we can stay up every single night, and make hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and...Oh! We could go to the museum, and...” my mind began to wander, as Max continued to list all of the various things he wished to do. A week. Had it really been a week, since Alex was killed in Georgia? Laswell, after hearing my plea for some R&R, allowed me to return home. There was no doubt that Alex’s sacrifice weighed heavily on everyone. I could still feel Price’s arms wrapped around my torso, holding me back as Barkov’s factory burned.

The memory caused me to feel sick to my stomach, my heart breaking as I realised I would never see that bastard again. A faint hollow smile formed on my lips as I remembered our first meeting. Alex and I had despised each other.

I had been in Urzikstan a few days prior to Alex’s arrival. Having been with Price upon rescuing Farah and Hadir from a Russian chemical lab, Farah welcomed me with open arms. She explained to me that she considered me as one of her own, a very close friend. Even going as far as to call me her sister in front of her brother, which he wasn’t too pleased about.

Farah, Hadir and I stood around a small table as several of Farah’s troops hauled Alex into the room. Forced to sit down opposite both Farah and myself, an annoyed expression forming on his face. ‘What is your message from Captain Price?’ Farah asked blankly, stepping forward out of the shadows towards him with her arms folded over her chest. For a brief moment, Alex’s eyes met mine. They skimmed over my military uniform, my vest, clearly displaying the American flag front and centre. ‘Commander Karim...’ he spoke somewhat awkwardly, trying to keep a level head ‘call me Alex’. ‘I’m listening Alex’.

His eyes met mine again, before motioning to the other soldiers in the room. ‘This is classified...’ he spoke lowly, whilst Farah motioned for her team to leave the room. I remained, much to his annoyance and confusion, but he didn’t say a word. The two of them began to talk, about the stolen Russian gas, which was now likely in Al-Qatala’s hands. Price had briefed me on most this, so I didn’t bother listening to much of what was said. ‘We would never use these poisons...’ Farah retorted sharply, whilst Alex breathed heavily ‘Then help us track it before-’

‘Before they what? Take it to Europe? Or America?’ she continued, releasing a breathless laugh. Alex remained silent for a moment, listening to Farah as she spoke, but before she could go on, the door behind us opened. I turned to watch as Hadir walked past, standing beside his sister. ‘Commander, it’s time to go...’ he informed, his presence only adding more pressure to the situation. I remained silent as they conversed, introductions and so-forth, while they filled Alex in on our plan to attack the airfield. ‘What do you think, Y/n?’ Karim asked, casually turning her head to meet my shadowed form. All eyes were on me now, including Hadir and Alex. I shrugged, pushing off from the wall and joining them at the table, ‘I think Price chose well...’ I drawled, meeting Alex’s gaze ‘I’ll let him know we received our newest recruit in one piece-’

‘Hang on a second, you know Captain Price?’ Alex spoke bewilderedly, his eyes widening in shock. I nodded as Farah and Hadir laughed to themselves, ‘We’re more like family, actually...’ I spoke quickly ‘but yes. I do’. ‘Then why the hell did he send me here and not just tell you?’ He snapped, his surprised tone suddenly changing to malice. My eyes narrowed as I stood tall, folding my arms over my chest, ‘Because we needed you here...’ I responded lowly, watching cautiously as Alex held his ground ‘we need all the help we can get around here’.

I felt myself smiling in amusement. Alex and I hadn’t really started to get along until we became trapped together in the tunnels below the Wolf’s compound. He had pulled me aside afterward, awkwardly expressing how worried he was when we had become separated.

I was brought out of my memory when Max suddenly tugged on the sleeve of my jacket. “Aunty Y/n, who is that man standing outside your house?” he asked quietly, leaning into my side shyly. With a confused expression, I turned my gaze towards my front door. Sure enough, parked in front of my house was a black sedan, with a very familiar figure leaning against its side. I mumbled a few curses under my breath, sighing heavily as I held Max’s hand tightly. “You couldn’t give me one goddamn week to myself?” I called out sarcastically, approaching the front of my house with an annoyed expression.

Price laughed lowly, folding his arms over his chest as he pushed off the sedan. “I know, and I want you to know that I am sorry for turning up out of the blue...” he began, stopping before me with a solemn expression “but this couldn’t wait. I thought it would be best if I told you in person rather than over the phone”. I nodded my head slowly, biting my lip awkwardly as my mind raced with possible outcomes. If Price was here now, then it had to be serious.

Another tug at my jacket sleeve, and I realised my nephew was still present. I cleared my throat awkwardly, wrapping my arm around Max’s frame with an uneasy smile. “Price, this is my nephew, Max...” I introduced, looking between the two with a small cough “max, this is John Price, a work friend of mine”. Immediately, Max’s expression brightened, his attitude completely changing and becoming more vibrant. His eyes sparkled, though he remained silent. I looked back towards Price, motioning with my head for him to follow. “Come on, we’re having spaghetti with little hit dogs for dinner, Max’s favourite” I teased, unable to help the amused laugh that escaped my lips as Price shook his head, smirking at my mocking tone.

“Spaghetti and little hot dogs!” Max shouted excitedly, “Why didn’t you tell me!?”. “Because it was a surprise!” I responded, turning back to face Price with a small roll of my eyes. As we all stepped inside the house, I couldn’t help but focus on the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After a late dinner, because Max kept pestering Price to tell him about how we came to work together, my nephew eventually went to bed. Surprisingly, Price was exceptionally good with kids. Then again, he had dealt with more difficult things than a child. As I descended the staircase, I could hear Price chuckling from the kitchen. He remained at the island bench, drinking a bottle of beer as I entered the room. “Your nephew is quite adorable” he laughed, taking a small swig from his drink before him as I stood opposite him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘adorable’ come from you in the long time since I’ve known you” I spoke mockingly, to which Price snorted in amusement. “Fuck off...” he grumbled with a mocking pout, “Max is going to be a great man when he grows up”. I nodded with a low hum, leaning on my elbows with a small sigh. “So...what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked hesitantly, my tired eyes meeting his own as I waited for his response. This time, Price downed what remained of his beer, clearing his throat before releasing a long sigh. “We received intel from some operatives in Georgia, something I’m not sure I even quite believe” he spoke lowly, clasping his hands together on the bench before him. I sighed in mild annoyance, rolling my eyes. “Price...” I spoke sharply “please, just tell me what is going on”.

His silence caused the uneasiness in my stomach to increase. Then again, it had been steadily growing since Price arrived. With a huff, Price’s eyes met my own. “Alex is alive”.

I choked, gasping slightly as my eyes widened in shock. Alex was alive? I felt my heart stop, my chest suddenly filling with a mixture of emotions; bewilderment, happiness, shock, sadness...

“How?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “The factory it...it exploded. He-he died-” “That’s what we all thought...” Price mused quietly, shaking his head slowly “but as far as we know, he’s gone AWOL. He’s been charged with desertion-”

“Desertion!? Why?” I exclaimed, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling within my eyes. Sensing my distress. Price stood from his seat on the opposite side of the bench, making his way over to my form. With a simple gesture, Price wrapped his arms around my frame, pulling me into his side as he held me close. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry, whether to be happy or sad. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear...” Price spoke calmly, comfortingly running his hands up and down my arms “but I need you to come back. We have a situation unfolding in Verdansk . Al-Qatala is under new leadership, and causing a hell of a lot of trouble”. Pulling away from Price’s embrace, I sighed heavily and ran a stressed hand through my hair. I turned my gaze toward the clock on the wall, checking the time with a small sigh.

9:30pm.

“Okay, well...I’ll have to call Max’s dad and, get him home before we leave”. Price nodded his head as I continued “You make yourself at home while I talk to Max, and get everything organised. Wordlessly, Price made his way over to the living room and sat down, while I began to make my way upstairs to prepare for the oncoming onslaught of the massive guilt-trip awaiting in my nephew’s room.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #alex #alex x reader #alex imagine #call of duty #echo 3-1 #echo 3-1 x reader

[enkelimagnus]

Club

Bucky Barnes Gen, 1542 words, rated T

Jewish Bucky Barnes, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier: Episode 3 Power Broker 

Bucky's thoughts and feelings during the party at Sharon's house, while they wait for her to find Nagel.

TW: alcohol drinking

Read on AO3

Part 23 of Making a Home - the Jewish Bucky series

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Bucky has no idea what he's drinking. He knows it’s supposed to be strong, some sort of clear grain alcohol in quantities that would knock out a normal man. He’s not a normal man though. He hasn’t been in a really, really long time, and G-d Almighty he can feel it right now.

Sharon’s house is now a club. Bucky doesn’t really like clubs. The pounding of the music is relentless, the noise of the people unending. Conversations and laughter and bodies and the smells of a hundred perfumes, a hundred alcohols, a hundred body chemistries. It’s too much, hefeels too much.

He can’t even taste the alcohol. That’s how overwhelmed he is.

But he’s got a fucking job, and he’s going to fucking do it even if it kills him. Which, it probably will, because he’s keeping Zemo alive, and Zemo has no intention to return the favor.

It’s fine. Bucky knows it. He can deal with that later, once the mission’s done. It’s not something he needs to burden himself with right this instant. There’s way too much for him to deal with already. Sam, Sharon, the noise, the smells.

The sights are alright, it’s dark in here and his eyes adapted almost instantly to that.

Truth is, he’s hungry too. He hasn’t been eating enough since he left the States. He let himself forget it, he let himself refuse the extra food offered. It’s an old habit he can’t seem to break. When someone offers him more than the initial serving, he says no.

That food can go to someone else that needs it more than him, that’s what his mind tells him every time. May they be Wakandan children or Brooklynite ones. He doesn’t need the extra food, he’s strong enough to go a little hungry and still work to make sure no one else does. He’s a welterweight anyway.

The second he gets out of this house, he’s getting himself enough satay to feed a small army. And he’s not sharing.

He’s too hungry not to think of food. But the smells around him make him want to puke.

He needs to focus.

Sam isn’t far, he can feel it. He’s too hyper aware right now not to feel where the American soldier stands, a little awkward, a little out of place. Did he go to clubs often when he was younger? What were they like in Louisiana? Sam’s good-looking. He must have been an appreciated visitor. Was it something he enjoyed doing? Bucky never asked. To be fair, he never asked anything.

He knew Sam had a sister. It was in the intel Hydra gave him when they realized Steve had that strange pilot by his side. A sister, Sarah Morris, a brother-in-law, Antoine Morris, one nephew Antoine Jeremy Morris.

He now knows there’s a second nephew, Cass, and he knows Antoine Morris died, and he knows Sam’s family has a boat. It’s not enough. He asked the guy to follow him into a fucking pirate island, for fuck’s sake. He should know more.

His eyes catch movement and he’s grateful for the distraction it causes from the devouring guilt in his stomach.

Zemo’s dancing. His motions are stiff, inelegant. Not that Bucky’s would be much better. He hasn’t danced since 1943. It’s still strange to see. It feels robotic. Did Zemo attend a lot of clubs growing up as some young noble of an Eastern European country? Before he joined the Sokovian army and rose up the ranks fast enough to be an established commander and colonel by age 37?

The Asset never had to deal with Zemo directly, therefore Bucky has no information on him. He’s pretty sure he killed one of his wife’s uncles once, but that’s as far as it goes. He was never a direct target, he was never anything but a random, far away name, a footnote.

He didn’t need to be told what happened exactly to Zemo’s family. He heard the man was Sokovian and that was enough. Bucky saw Sokovia fall from where he was in Austria, on the tracks of his own past. He saw the large cloud in the sky. He didn’t need more to know that it was a world-ending sort of catastrophe.

“The Winter Soldier’s back in town,” someone says to Bucky’s left and he shifts. Has he been recognized, again? Is this going to put Sharon’s entire operation in even more danger?

“Yeah, at the Brass Monkey. My brother saw him fight. Took out ten men in 30 seconds.”

“That guy’s a machine.”

They have no fucking idea, do they? The two people chatting about him start moving, walking in his direction and Bucky tenses. Their eyes stop on him for a second. There is no reaction. They just keep walking.

They haven’t recognized him. With this jacket on, covering the arm, no one has recognized him. That’s been the line he’s walked on since he came back to civilian life. If his arm is hidden, no one recognizes him.

The Winter Soldier is an aesthetic.

A man with a metal arm is only that, especially in the enhanced land of Madripoor. A man with a metal arm and a harness is kinky. A man with a metal arm, a harness and who obeys to Russian: that’s the Winter Soldier.

His skin color allows him to blend into the background of every picture. He’s unremarkable, when he doesn’t want to be.

And right now, in this room, he’s just a white guy with a metal hand, if someone is looking. And no one really is. He exhales deeply. Sometimes, he is grateful for the anonymity of the aesthetic, grateful that unless he’s doing something specific, no one will recognize him. Sometimes, he hates it. He’s a wolf in a dollar-store costume and all the sheep are oblivious.

Fuck, Bucky needs a smoke. Or six. He orders another of the clear alcohol glasses again. Thank Sharon and her open bar policy for him. She must have known he’d consume the equivalent of two bottles of vodka tonight. After all, she was a close friend of Steve’s for more than two years.

Steve was never much of a drinker, but she probably knows supersoldier physiology enough. And she knows Bucky’s a drinker, the same way Zemo is. You gotta take what pleasure you can have, no matter how small it is.

Bucky still can’t taste that alcohol.

“You know anyone in the powered business?” someone asks, upstairs, right above where Bucky is swallowing liquid.

“Man, that’s the Power Broker’s turf,” another replies. Bucky can’t see either of them, but there’s a thick rolling accent in their voice, something… Arabic. He can’t place it quite yet. He might be able to, given some time.

“I know, I know, but there’s new enhanced popping up all around,” the first voice tries again. The accent is British, mated with something else, a slight clicking sound. “I’m sure the big guy won’t mind one or two ending up with someone else.”

There’s a shuffling noise, a fist bumping into a leathery jacket, the sound easily recognizable. “Listen. None of my business. We don’t fuck with the Power Broker interests or we get a warrant on our heads. I like my head.”

They move away in a loud clinking noise and when they start talking again, they’re too far for even Bucky’s ears to pick up. Interesting. They might just be talking about the FlagSmashers. The Supersoldier population multiplied by at least three times in the past couple of months.

Maybe there’s something else too, but it’s not a priority. Might just be a newly discovered bunch of Inhumans. The epidemic was over eight years ago, soon after the fall of Sokovia, while Bucky was in Europe. He remembers how careful he’d been to keep himself hidden, when people and the governments started looking for powered individuals. He remembers the constant need for control, the constant stress, looking over his shoulder.

A new crop of Inhumans surfacing now would make some noise, in the aftermath of the Blip. It would heighten the tension already closing and narrowing minds. When you’re trying to rebuild yourself after that kind of event, after the displacement, after the injustice caused by a giant alien, the newly-discovered alien-given powers of your neighbors would feel like a threat. Bucky knows that kind of mentality.

Something to keep an eye on, once they’re done, he guesses. Not that he’s allowed to keep an eye on anything.

He has no idea what will happen when he comes home. How will Lieutenant General Henricksen react to him switching teams without really asking for permission? He doesn’t know what kind of strings Walker pulled so Bucky could have free reign. He finds himself thankful for it, and he hates it.

He doesn’t want to owe a man like Walker. He doesn’t know what he promised Bucky would do in exchange for that change of hands holding his leash. He doesn’t want to find out. Whatever happened, he doesn’t want to find out.

Sharon coming to let them know she’s found Wilfred Nagel is the perfect distraction from that horrible line of thought, and Bucky follows her lead without question.

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #helmut zemo #mine #fic #fatws

[ozymandiasdirge]

okay well after the maelstrom....episode 4x02 family

welp lets see if we keep getting continuity

oh my god!!!!! we get to meet worf’s parents. given that the episode’s called family i wonder who else’s family we’ll meet

riker and worf’s friendship makes me smile it really does.

oh god with all the drama i almost forgot about worf’s discommendation. poor guy :(

despite picard’s most french name i forget he’s not british literally every time its brought up

sometimes it feels more like deanna is just that person in the friend group who has their own shit together instead of like a psychologist. like she just says normal shit like “trauma recovery takes time” and every acts like she’s ridiculous.

anyway picard is so not fine jesus.

is there a stereotype about women being late??? is this a weird 24th century thing

how???? did i not guess worf’s parents were russian??? it makes such perfect sense. i thought worf was like that because he’s a klingon but he’s just russian. WORF SERGEYEVICH ROZHENKO, son of mogh

his parents are so cute!!!!! i love you mr. and mrs. rozhenko

picard entered the french country side and accordions immediately started playing. god i love 90s television.

who is this small cockney child in france. oh it’s picard’s nephew…no wonder he hates kids.

picard has never even met his sister in law, i sense drama.

oh god is picard’s family the fucking space amish. his brother dresses like johnny depp. and also seems like a dick so i guess that much is genetic huh.

riker and deanna going on more shore leave dates <3

also love that deanna and bev just hang out and have ladies night.

and we’re getting bev and wesley’s dead husband and dad trauma. jesus.

whenever worf’s friends find out literally anything about him he acts like the most mortified man alive.

THEY ARE THE SPACE AMISH. CHRIST. glad to see french people being annoying even in the future.

picard’s brother has no redeeming qualities at all does he……god i feel like I’m at easter at my mom’s families’ house.

how many pairs of jodhpurs and deep v-necks does picard have.

worf hears one nice thing about himself and is just like 😤😤😤

worf’s parents are so gooooooood. that scene with guinan killed me they all just love worf.

okay so picard has talked to his sister in law before.

why do i have a feeling this scene with wesley and his dad’s holo is going to fuck me up.

oh no worf’s scene with his parents about how much they love him is going to do it first fuck. 😭😭😭

dude your brother just went through massive trauma both physical and emotional can you lay off just a little.

picard has gone ape shit good for him. it’s time for that starfleet captain chaotic energy to come out.

patrick stewart’s acting is too good for this show. christ.

i cant believe this man has me staring agog at the screen while rolling around in the mud!!!!! 

i cannot believe a scene with wesley crusher is making me tear up i hate this show.

nooooo his dad is apologizing for being gone so much on the shipppp....god this is so sad.

did you know worf’s dad has all the blueprints and specifications at home?

what an amazing episode. god i hope the rest of tng can live up to the precedent of these three episodes

#star trek lb #i wonder if the klingons like dostoyevsky as much as shakespeare

[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. implied ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

An: I would love any feedback anyone has (don’t worry about being nice I have thick skin) 

Chapter 7

I wake with a start hearing the baby whimpering next to me, I reach a hand onto his stomach to try comfort him while checking the time on the clock beside the bed: 4:16. Feeding time. 

Sluggishly I get up, lifting the boy over to the chest of drawers, changing his diaper and grimacing at the expected smell. “You hungry little man? I’ll get you a bottle so we can both sleep” I spoke softly to him, supporting his head while I walked us down stairs to get him something to eat. Taking a bottle down from the shelf and yawing as I thought back to my mama, and what she only told me and Sonya.

“Where ever you go, you always try and leave just a little bit of good, no matter how bad they are. You need to try made a little right in a world full of wrong”

She was some woman I thought to myself as I shook the formula on the bottle, testing the temperature on my wrist before easing it into the baby’s mouth. I sighed when he finally stopped wriggling and letting out half cries, shushing and rocking him to help the sleep take over. Suddenly feeling that the inside sitting room was too warm for me, I took myself outside, and sat on the steps of the porch.  

Feeling the cool night air on my shoulder I think about the last few nights, humming to the boy as I got lost in thought. It had only been two or three days since we killed the horde, which I spent mostly in the infirmary helping out Denise, God bless her she was overwhelmed.

My twin was like her, getting anxious and panicking a lot, so I knew how to help her, just soft words and genital encouragement was the most you could do. And I knew a fair bit about dressing wounds and natural remedies so that seemed to take the pressure off of her.

Maggie too, I was with Maggie a lot, after she was reunited with Glenn she told me she was pregnant. I wanted to be happy for her, I really did, just I had this sense of dread in my gut. And I trust my gut. I just had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. But I was gonna help, I had been with Mama and Grandpa whenever they went to a homebirth, just helping out, so I know what to do. Still, having so much to loose in this new world could be dangerous. 

Looking up I could feel the light of the moon agents my skin, lighting up the streets, willing these terrible thoughts away.I closed my eyes and pretended that I was home, that Sonya was inside practicing her walk for the next Pagent with Mary-Grace, Mama was with Grandpa mixing up some herbs to give out for free instead of costing them for medicine. Daddy would probably still be in the shed, working on a bike or some car he found with Beau. Nona would have been cussing Russian to Mae; who didn’t speak a word so she always just sat there nodding saying “Da Baba” (just meaning yes Grandma)

I smiled, turning my chin up to the pale light “Your daddy would have loved you” I whispered to the baby “You would have been so loved by all of us” A mix of nostalgia and grief rose in my chest, knowing that they were probably dead, hoping they could have somehow survived.

Hearing the door creek open I turn to see Daryl with his hair looking shaggier then usual, looking equally as confused as I was as to why the other was awake. “Hi” He said, in a whisper, “what are you doin’ up?” He had become friendlier since I stitched him up, almost like I helped him heal his wounds. I nodded towards the child in my arms “Feeding time” I said, just above a whisper “Want me to clean them stiches while we’re up? I don’t want them getting infected”

I had already handed him the baby, with stern instruction to support his head, before Daryl could even answer. I went back inside and searched the drawers for where I had stashed some disinfectant, I suppose helping with wounds made me feel needed, not that I wasn’t needed with the little ass kicker out there, but this was different. This was something I was good at.

“I’m sorry about your bike, and your crossbow” I offered while cleaning his back, once he had taken my place on the porch with me kneeling behind him “’s okay, I’ll find them, or get new ones” Another guy trying to act tough, or maybe he was just tough “Still though, that’s pretty shit being robbed” Daryl brushed it off.

When I was done I took a seat next to him and offered to take the baby back but he refused “Nah its okay” I looked at him curiously, He looked comfortable, looking down at him, letting my nephew take the bottle. I suppose he was old enough I suppose “You ever have kids?” Daryl looked back up at me “Not that I know of, but I was with Judith a lot when she was born” His voice was horse, like he only woke up a few moments ago.

He with sitting with one leg bent, supporting one arm, and the other handing loosely until his heel reached a step. He nudged my shoulder “I suppose you were around a load of them” He half stated half questioned, I thought for a moment, brows furrowed

“No not really” I answered “I was the youngest, and one of my sisters had kids but she had moved to Atlanta so I only saw them when I was young” The man next to me let out a humph before looking back down at the baby, whose eyes were getting heavy “You’re good with him, he never really cries”

I smiled, that was a godsend “Yeah, he’s a quiet one alright, just like his daddy” I paused for a moment “He’s the image of him too”

We sat in a tranquil state while the baby drifted off in Daryl’s arms, we swapped where we were from and stories of brothers. He opened up about his, Meryl, his sounded like a real asshole. “No offence” I aged when I realized it slipped out of my mouth. He chuckled, first time I think I really saw him smile “No no, he was a suborn fool I’ll give you that” He must have really loved him. I smiled, feeling that same tenderness in my chest, looking up at the sky, seeing the moon almost disappearing as the sky began to lighten welcoming the dawn.

“I better get some sleep” I said with reluctance, it was nice just to swap stories. I took the kid from his arms “If you’re going on a run anytime soon tell me, I think I’m getting too comfortable in here” He nodded at me, “We’re going in a day or two if ya wanna come” his body was twisted now to face me, I smiled pushing open the door. “Wake me when it’s time to go” I called back, before walking up the stairs to sink into bed. 

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part eight

Part nine Part ten Part eleven

Sorry like nothing happened in this chapter

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[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ 8 OUT OF 10 CATS DOES COUNTDOWN / 18.4 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘he has a very unique look. and that look is a russian guy in a youtube video making a bear dance with a cattle prod.’

‘we’ve all got to make a bit of money on the side.’

‘honestly, i shouldn’t be alive.’

‘i was in the world’s strongest gay.’

‘i talk in my sleep, i’ve pissed the bed, but i’ve never sleep-walked.’

‘i like the danger.’

‘i’m scared of spiders generally, so spiders that can kill me... yes.’

‘maybe you just don’t have much to live for.’

‘have you ever saved anyone’s life?’

‘it’s tricky these days, isn’t it? saving lives.’

‘if you’re a 25-year-old lingerie model and you need the kiss of life, forget it. a 55-year-old binman? pucker up.’

‘can you cry?’

‘not like... i don’t want you to now, but do you have the ability to cry?’

‘he can hit some notes as well, the geezer.’

‘i’m actually banned from where they record it.’

‘some reed-throated warblers were hatching and i was putting them off.’

‘it’s not a coffin, is it?’

‘i have two loves in my life. you know i love clock.’

‘the more clocks, the better.’

‘i’m fat as well, who gives a shit.’

‘on the hour, every hour, she falls flat on her face.’

‘i just kept sending her increasingly aggressive emails.’

‘imagine having died and having never had a bounty.’

‘it’s literally the definition of not having lived, isn’t it?’

‘my brother has got kittens, so now i’ve got kitten nephews.’

‘just wait ‘til you see them eating a birds head.’

‘you’ll never make the olympics.’

‘i don’t know that they do that at the olympics.’

‘there’s always a quicker way.’

‘that doesn’t feel right.’

‘it’d be funny if i hadn’t had so much botox and could still move my forehead.’

‘i thought you just fell in the vat when you were a baby.’

‘i was never a baby; i was built.’

‘he’s picking on you because you’re a moron.’

‘thanks for having my back, mate.’

‘well done, you got the wrong answer.’

‘she would say that if she was in on it, though.’

‘don’t wander off.’

‘imagine that with about seven litres of pino grigio inside of you.’

‘no, don’t feel me!’

‘get off me! fuck off!’

‘if you ever do that to me again...’

‘you can use your tongues.’

‘you’re fucking doing my head in.’

‘i think you overreacted slightly.’

‘the main thing is that we maintained our dignity throughout.’

‘i just can’t not move!’

‘like a tick with an attitude.’

‘other noodle shops are available.’

‘idle nuts; how rude.’

‘i’m busy! get _____ to do it.’

‘at last, a bit of eye candy.’

‘i don’t know about you, but i could devour him.’

#8 out of 10 cats does countdown #BASED ON / TV SHOW. #KIND / IN CHARACTER. #KIND / SENTENCE.

[jamesginortonblog]

He's just broken the nation’s hearts as the tragic anti-hero of BBC One’s Sunday-night sensation The Trial Of Christine Keeler – but James Norton’s next role has made the heartthrob actor “proud to become an honorary Welshman”.

In the title role of new film Mr Jones, Norton – already a favourite with bookmakers to be the next James Bond – takes on one of the most challenging projects of his career, playing a real-life yet forgotten hero from Wales who dared to combat and uncover one of history’s most shameful episodes of “fake news” from nearly a century ago.

James Norton at the Mr Jones screening at the London Film Festival

“Playing Gareth Jones was sometimes a tough call,” says 34-year-old Norton, known to millions from small-screen hits Grantchester and Happy Valley.

“In fact, when I first got the part and they told me it was going to be a Welshman who spoke both fluent Welsh and Russian, and all of it in a Welsh accent – that felt a bit scary!”

He needn’t have worried. As Gareth Jones, the mild-mannered young Western Mail reporter who travelled to Russia in 1933 and ended up blowing the whistle over the appalling truth about Stalin’s “Utopian” regime – and a hushed-up famine that killed untold millions – Norton presents us with a charming, softly-spoken hero with just a hint of a refined Welsh lilt.

It’s a million miles from those cliched, grating attempts at Welsh accents so often taken on by other English actors. ( Stephen Graham’s DCI “Taff” Jones in ITV’s White House Farm, anyone?).

Reports have emerged this week of Gareth’s great-nephew attacking the film for having “invented multiple fictions” – but as far as Norton is concerned, he feels the film stands as an honest and heartfelt reflection of Gareth’s character and incredible yet fatefully short life.

“We decided it was important to respect and honour Gareth’s journey – this Welshman from a small coastal town who ended up on this huge, bizarre and brave mission taking on one of the pillars of the 1930s political landscape in a very dangerous, pre-war Communist Russia,” says Norton, who worked with two Welsh dialect coaches to perfect his accent.

“So it made sense that Gareth would have maybe intentionally softened his Welsh accent, having been educated at Cambridge, in order to ingratiate himself in the community and then travelling the world. We wanted to keep it there without making it too distracting.”

Nevertheless, Norton – London-born but raised in North Yorkshire – was still required to speak Welsh in a few scenes, and Russian as well.

“I’ve never spoken either language before and I’m not a linguist – so I had my work cut out,” says Norton, who can also currently be seen on the big screen in the Oscar-nominated hit movie Little Women.

“But for those few months, I was very proud to become an honorary Welshman. My scenes with Julian Lewis Jones as my dad – when Gareth goes home to Barry – were challenging, but Julian was amazing helping me with my Welsh.

“Julian occasionally texts me in Welsh now, which is hilarious, as I think he’s forgotten I don’t actually speak a word!

“It’s pretty nerve-racking doing scenes where you’ve got to speak in a particular accent opposite someone who’s completely fluent in that language, so to have Julian put his hand on my shoulder and say, ‘You’re doing good, kid!’ was so reassuring.”

Learning dialogue for his Russian scenes was even harder.

“I had to learn all the Russian phonetically – it’s like learning music,” he explains. “I’d spend hours walking around wearing earphones and I’d look like a crazy person talking to myself, repeating phrases animatedly. But now I have Russian people coming up to me in the street, speaking Russian at me!

“Weirdly, I’ve done three jobs where I needed to speak Russian – War And Peace, McMafia and now this. I seem to have become the go-to guy for English-speaking Russian roles!”

The new film Mr Jones, directed by internationally-renowned Polish film-maker Agnieszka Holland, begins with Gareth Jones gaining fame in the early 1930s after his report on being the first foreign journalist to fly with Hitler.

Gareth, who’d graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1929 with a first-class degree in French, German and Russian, has also landed the job of foreign affairs advisor to former Prime Minister David Lloyd George.

With the Russian “utopia” all over the news, Gareth is intrigued as to how Stalin is financing the rapid modernisation of the Soviet Union and in March 1933 he decides to travel to Russia in an attempt to get an interview with Stalin himself.

However, on hearing murmurs of a government-induced famine – a secret carefully guarded by the Soviet censors – Gareth travels clandestinely to Ukraine, where he witnesses the atrocities of man-made starvation, as all grain is sold abroad to finance the Soviet empire’s industrialisation.

Deported back to the UK, it’s the Western Mail that publishes Gareth’s article revealing the horrors he has witnessed, but the starvation is denied by Western journalists based in Moscow, all under pressure from the Kremlin. As death threats mount, Gareth has to fight for the truth – and, meeting a young author called George Orwell, Gareth shares his findings... helping to inspire Orwell’s great allegorical novel Animal Farm.Gareth’s great-nephew Philip Colley made headlines recently, accusing the film’s scriptwriter of “inventing multiple fictions”, including wrongly suggesting he was an accidental cannibal.

Colley told the Sunday Times: “In the film, they have got [Gareth] up a tree eating bark, eating human flesh, tripping over dead bodies. They’ve made Gareth a victim of the famine, rather than a witness.”

Norton, however – interviewed prior to Colley’s remarks – says he received plentiful support from a number of Gareth’s surviving relatives, who came to early screenings of the film.

“They were all lovely in their support and they gave us their seal of approval, which was very touching,” recalls Norton.

“Our film’s screenwriter, Andrea Chalupa, was in touch with a lot of them early on. There’s so much literature and academia about Gareth’s work as a journalist, but Andrea found out some lovely titbits about his more private character.

“For example, when he went home to Barry he’d love being with his nieces and nephews and he became a big kid. His great-aunt told Andrea about one day when he came back home and he was rolling around with them like a labrador. That kind of story was invaluable to me.

“He wasn’t just this very earnest, principled man, there was a childlike, playful quality to him and he was almost a little bit gauche, a little bit awkward. You also want to honour his memory for his family.”

The main source of the film is a biography of Jones entitled More Than A Grain Of Truth, written by Gareth’s niece Dr Margaret Siriol Colley (Philip’s mother) and his great-nephew Nigel Colley (Philip’s brother), both of whom share a credit as the film’s historical advisors.

The book sparked Chalupa’s interest and she started corresponding with Margaret Colley soon after its publication. When Margaret died in 2011, aged 85, Chalupa remained in contact with her son Nigel, who became “heavily involved” in discussing ideas for the film. Nigel died in 2018.

Filmed predominantly in Poland, homeland of Warsaw-born director Agnieszka Holland, Mr Jones does contain some breathtaking snowbound scenes shot in Ukraine, where Gareth gets first-hand sight of the horrendous famine.

“We filmed in a tiny little place called Doch, which is three hours north of Kiev, in the middle of nowhere,” says Norton. “We’d drive for hours on these very unsafe roads, jangling your bones around. It was freezing cold in the snow.

“It was so remote that we had to put the word out to local farmers to come along as extras and we had a strict cut-off time – we had to wrap up at 5pm because they all had to go back and feed their animals!”

When it came to filming the scenes in Wales – notably Barry and the Western Mail’s offices in the film’s gripping finale when Gareth’s whistle-blowing scoop hits the presses – Norton reveals: “I’m really sorry to say they’re all filmed in Scotland! About an hour north-east of Edinburgh. A lot of those villages there have a quality of that small fishing town, for the Barry scenes.

“The other reason is that the film is partly funded by Creative Scotland and there’s that responsibility you feel to film there. But I think it worked well. It was a shame not to film in Wales, but we had a fantastic collection of Welsh players there, including Julian, so it felt home from home.”

Agnieszka Holland, of course, is not the first female director to work with Norton. He acted under the helm of Greta Gerwig on Little Women and with a largely female crew on the six-part TV drama The Trial Of Christine Keeler, which finished last Sunday, earning him rave reviews for his heartbreaking performance as Stephen Ward, the tragic scapegoat figure in the Profumo affair which brought down the UK government in the early 1960s.

“I’ve not gone out of my way to work with female directors, but I have great agents who always look for the best projects – but I really hope it’s a sign of the times,” he says. “The Christine Keeler story has never been properly told from a female perspective before, so that was the real attraction. Agnieszka, meanwhile, is the best of the best – the fact that she’s a woman is almost irrelevant.”

How does he feel about the fact that Greta Gerwig has been denied a Best Director Oscar nomination for her lauded version of Little Women, in which Norton plays eligible suitor John Brooke to Emma Watson’s Meg March?

“I can stand as witness to Greta’s brilliance and the fact that Little Women is up for Best Film and Screenplay is testament to her brilliance,” says Norton. “She singlehandedly redefined the story for a modern generation and it would have been wonderful to honour that in the nominations for direction – so it’s a horrible and unfortunate omission.”

It was while starring in McMafia, the gritty 2018 BBC1 thriller series with scenes of him bow-tied and gun-toting, that Norton’s name was first added to the list of contenders to play James Bond when Daniel Craig retires from the role after the next 007 movie No Time To Die. Remind him of that now and he laughs it off.

“It’s very humbling, it’s lovely and bizarre to be included in that conversation, but beyond that it’s all very speculative,” he says. “I think at the moment everyone’s concentrating on Daniel Craig in his final Bond film – for me, he’s a fantastic Bond and I’m sad he’s retiring.”

Right now, however, it’s Mr Jones and the legacy of that film’s largely unsung Welsh hero that are uppermost in Norton’s agenda. Tragically, Gareth Jones’ life was cut short on the eve of his 30th birthday in 1934, when he was allegedly shot by Mongolian bandits while travelling in Japanese-occupied China on a fact-finding tour.

“There’s much speculation about Gareth’s death at such a young age and there was a lot of evidence suggesting that it was orchestrated by the Soviet forces as revenge for his blowing the whistle on the hidden famine,” says Norton.

“His stories in the Western Mail were incredibly important. The more we can learn about Gareth Jones and recognise his extraordinary legacy, the better. And the fact is that right now, as politics becomes more polarised, we need more people like Gareth – investigative journalists to uncover the truth, with no ideological agenda attached.

“If this film encourages any future young Gareth Jones, then that’s fantastic. It’s a crime we don’t know more about these forgotten events and hopefully this film will remedy that.”

#James Norton #Gareth Jones #Mr Jones #interviews #article

[theharlequinwriter]

Guided Arrow ..........part 1

Summary : Being Thea’s twin sister and also part of team arrow when you wake up in the another universe alone and no way home.

warnings : Swear words and PTSD 

word count : 2,402

Before I knew it Barry was reaching for my hand and we were falling down a building and then  well I don’t really know all I saw was white and when I woke up I was one the side of the road soaking wet and clearly not in star city anymore.

‘’Ollie!!......Speedy......BARRY!!!!.’’

No one answered.

‘’what the fuck happened?’’

Pulling my hood back I put my mask in my pocket and threw my bow over my back and started to walk sticking my thumb out every other foot. Finally reaching a nearby diner I asked for a booth and a cup of coffee while I pulled out all my gadgets trying to find Felicity’s or Barry's voice trying to find me.

‘’you look like you’re lost’’

Darting my head up I saw a man with blue eyes, black hair and oddly a trench coat.

‘’you can say I am in a way.’’

I winked at him as his very handsome friends walked over.

‘’Cas what the hell are you doing?’’

‘’Talking to miss.... I’m sorry I didn’t get your name.’’

‘’y/n Queen’’

‘Names Sam and Dean Winchester’’

The taller one with the long hair stuck out his hand towards me, grabbing his hand I could feel the caclus on his palm from oddly enough....a gun.

‘’So, Cas said you’re lost?’’

Dean asked as he shuffled into my booth.... uninvited.

‘’Yeah, I guess, the last thing I remember is reaching for flash.......my friends hand as I fell then everything went black. I woke up on the side of the road and made my way here.’’

‘’Well we can help you find your way back if you like.’

‘’YES, thank you.’’

Walking outside dean helped me into the car and we were off to their house or what they called their bunker. Once inside i made my way to their version of the quiver. Setting my arrows and hood on the couch began to scan their place. Clearly they really are brothers, not sure on Cas thou.. Possibly dean's boyfriend? not by the way dean watched my ass get into the car. Walking around I found their library full of supernatural information.

‘Where were you guys when darhk was around?’’

Dean came into the room with 4 beers. Handing one to me as Sam sat down and opened his laptop.

‘’So, let's start with your hometown or where you were last.’’

‘’Star city.’’

I watched as Sam typed it into his keyboard and his eyes going wide.

‘’uhm y/n that city doesn’t exist at least not that google knows.’’

‘'w-W-W WHAT DO YOU MEAN DOESN’T EXSIT I WAS JUST THERE!!!’’

‘’Google says nothing found for a Star city.’’

‘’MY WHOLE LIFE IS THERE, MY BROTHER, MY TWIN SISTER, MY NEPHEW! MY BESTFRIENDS MY FAMILY GOD DAMN IT!!!’’

I threw the beer onto the floor.  

‘’’listen y/n lets google your family maybe they will come up, you did say your sister in law was a hacker maybe she's hiding the results.’’

‘Okay my Sibling are Oliver and Thea Queen, my best friend is Iris West Allen, Her husband is Barry Allen.’’

Dean looked up at me  

‘’You're Brother and best friend are named after comic books?’’

‘NO?’’

Sam ran to the other room carrying back a few plastic covered comic books with the titles. GREEN ARROW and the other THE FLASH. I felt my head going dizzy and everything went black. When i came too I was lying on a couch, I could hear Sam and dean talking.

‘’Maybe she escaped the looney bin.’’

‘’maybe she hit her head harder than she thought.’’

‘’OR THE HOT CHICK IS CRAZY!’’

I made a coughing noise as I walked into the room.

‘Come sit, I'm going to blow your minds.’

We all headed in the war room and sat down.

‘’So, my name is Y/n Queen, my brother is Oliver Queen and Yes he is the Green Arrow, My sister and I are quickdraw and speedy. My Best friend is the wife of the flash, we discovered other worlds or dimensions a long time ago. I'm guessing that’s where I am in a world where I'm nothing more than words on a page.’’

Both Winchesters sat there with their mouths gaping.

‘’So, you're like a real super hero?’’

‘’I guess so, Ollie more is than me, I'm just backup.’’

‘And how did you get here?’’

‘Cisco must have breached me right as I grabbed Barry sending me flying through a breach, although this would be a far new distance for him....I'm happy i made it.’’

‘’Breach?’’

‘’’Rips or portals into other worlds.’’

‘’I need some air.’’

Dean stepped out of the room leaving me, Sam and Cas alone.

‘So, are their angels in your world?’

‘’not that im aware of cas , We have the league of shadows . My brother married their leader, We do have magic buts its really bad.’’

‘’Magics bad here too but more of like hocus pocus and hexes.’’

‘’so, no vigilantes?’’

‘’Not that I know of, I mean we are hunters if that counts.’’

‘’it’ll do.’’  

Sam smiled as dean walked into the room.

‘’can i shoot an arrow?’’

‘’Sure dean.’’

We went outside where I let dean have 2 arrows to shoot, he missed both times. Taking my aim, I shot to perfect straight into the apple Sam had placed on the car.

‘’How did you learn to do that?’’

‘’My brother, after slade …. I mean Death Stroke killed my mom, Ollie never wanted me and Thea to be unsafe again and after i busted him on being arrow and dig being spartan....Sorry Dig is my brothers right hand man. He welcomed me to the team as quickdraw due to the fact im a quick shot.’’

‘’wow.... you been through it.’’

‘’ oh, I got stories that would make your mind implode. Ive met a alien well a kryptonian .’’

‘’YOU FUCKIN MET SUPERMAN!!!!’

Dean was shouting now

‘’Well yeah but I meant his cousin Supergirl, she like my pen pal.’’

‘’ So I guess you're staying here till you can get home.’’

‘Thank you, Sam.,’’

Later that night  

Laying here in this strange bed in a whole other world completely alone.... alone, the one thing I fear was to be alone. I got up and headed for the library at least it has a good book maybe they will have a new series I can love. Stepping into the library I found Sam researching through a bunch of lore.

‘’Is he real?’’

Sam pointed at a comic with a man named Spiderman.

‘’maybe but not in my world or at least hasn’t made himself known.’’

He nodded to the chair next to him. Sliding into it he handed me a piece of candy.

‘’can't sleep?’’

‘’no im on earth 1 time’’

‘Earth 1?’

‘Well since I knew that one first that’s earth 1 , Supergirl is from earth 3 and I making this earth 4.’’

‘’thanks?’’

‘’So What do you like to do for fun here?’’

‘'Don’t really have time , the hunt never stops , I've actually been to hell , met lucifer and god oh and I Lost my soul and met Gods sister and died a thousand times , so has Dean and Cas.’

I could see the pain welling in his eyes, he was tired.

‘’Sounds likes my brother hehe Hes been through it for 5 years I thought he was dead and then poof he wasn’t, but he wasn’t ollie. He had scars and tattoo, spoke Russian and was very odd. He ended up letting his anger go and now we are happy again even for a moment, But your right lives like ours it only ends in death.’’

Sam laughed as he handed me a beer from the mini frige.

‘’Thats why we gotta go down swinging.’’

‘’Cheers to that.’

Tinking the beers together we continued to exchanged stories and advice. Sam made me feel safe like my life wasn't guns and masks and his wasn’t demons and vampires.

‘’Hi sam , Whose this.... she isnt from here.’’

I screamed as a young man with blonde air appeared out of nowhere.

‘’ y/ n this is jack.....lucifer's son.’’

‘’HOLY SHIT....i mean hi, im sorry im not used to people appearing like that unless they plan to kill me.’’

‘’I think its my fault you’re here.’'

‘’Jack what do you mean its your fault?’’

Before he answered he was gone.

‘’he does this when he is upset and feels guilty, he runs.’’

‘’poor guy.’’

‘Well he is only 5 months old.’’

‘’yeah well …..wait what?’’

‘’he aged in order to survive.’’

‘’oh...so are you completely human?’’

‘’yeah I mgiht be missing a bit of my soul here and there.’’

Sam smiled at his own remark, we headed into the library to research anything on other worlds. 3 hours and 5 cups of coffee each later neither Sam or I found anything besides that I may be stuck here forever. Sam already promised I have a home with them here and I will never be alone as long as hes around. I couldn’t help but notice how warm and safe I feel around him.  

I woke up to the feeling of someone breathing, as I opened my eyes I  found myself on sams chest cluctching a book on demi gods while sam had one arm wrapped around me and they other on a book on greek gods. We must of fallen asleep on the couch studying , he looks so happy when hes asleep like he isnt living a hard life everyday. Before I could take in anymore of the moment dean came busting into the room causing sam to jump shoving me to the floor.

‘Jacks back’

We all ran to the den where jack sat on the couch clutching his head in his hands. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.

‘are you okay?’’

‘im sorry’’

‘’for what....bringing me here. Ive been through worse trust me.’

He looked at me with his bloodshot eyes and buried his head into my chest hugging me tightly. He was still sobbing but at least now he knew I didn’t blame him.

‘so nothing from jack yet?’’

It has been almost 3 weeks since I arrived here , Cas has been working with jack to see if maybe he can re open the rip to send me home. I offered to ask barry and iris to help jack understand himself better, run some test and see what he can and cant handle. Then there's sam , we have gotten really close since I arrived late night studying and him teaching me how to put up warding's and devils traps. I even promised him id get the anti-possession tattoo once im home. Sitting in the den reading the local paper scanning for any sign of supernatural creatures.

‘hey y’n’’

Sam came into the room handing me a cup of coffee and sitting next to me , smiling at me god I love it when he smiles. Snapping out of my  trance I had to nod and try to catch up.

‘so jack thinks if we can find a dream walker we can send you home.’

‘’where do we find one of these dream walkers’’

‘’well that’s the thing we only knew one and shes dead but jack thinks he has a lead on another in ohio, him and dean went to check it out . Cas heard of one in California so he went out that way , that just leaves us.’’

Falling into the chair in the library I picked up a comic with the title green arrow looking at the way they drew my brother.

‘’ollie doesn’t have a beard ‘’

Sam chuckled.

‘’what?’’

‘’just how you call him ollie makes him seem like he isnt in a comic book in our world.’’

‘’this should be so odd to you I mean look what I found.’’

I held up a anime comic named supernatural starring sam and dean.

‘'that was written by god , not by a geek in a basement.’’

‘’ so whats sam / dean?’’

‘’how did you hear about that?’’

‘’im a vigilante , if I want info I get it.’’

‘’its nothing , its gross.’’

‘’so am I in one of these books or do I not matter?’’

‘’they stopped being made after dean went to hell , cas is isnt in them either..... but you matter to me ‘

Looking up sam was starring at me with a small smirk on his lips. Shaking his head I could see him searching the room in a painc.

‘’you said something about food and a movie?’

‘uhh yea set up in the tv room I got burgers and venom’’

About halfway into the movie sam got up to leave the room, wondering what was up I decide to follow him into the kitchen , sam was pacing the room on the phone.

‘’what do you mean she was a phony? , y/n is going to be heart broken.’’

‘’yeah I know dean but I do care for her ...of course id love to be with her........dean she has a family and a life....we weren't ever supposed to meet.’’

He hung up his phone turning towards me.

‘’y/n......uhm’’

Without thought I moved forward crashing my lps into his pulling him closer by is plaid collar , his fands found my hips lifting me onto my tip toes pulling me into him. Taking a step back I looked up at him feeling the blood rush to my face when dean came rushing in.

‘hey robin hood we might need your help.’’

Climbing into the impala we drove to a empty house where three bodies laid on the porch and woman with short hair came forward extending her hand.

‘’names Jody , dean here tells me your one of us.’’

Nodding I looked at dean.

‘why do you need me here?’’

‘’because this guy here says hes from star city’’

Stepping into the door, a man with his hands and feet tied laid on the floor with a bag on his head, reaching out i lifted the bag to revel cold dead eyes and a buzz cut along with the smile of the devil and his body covered in tattoos.

‘’d-d—d—d-d- dia'’

‘’hello y/n , Miss me baby doll ?’’

#Supernatural imagines #supernatural #sam winchester #sammy #winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester oneshot #green arrow #oliver queen #thea queen #speedy #littlebrothersammyimagines

[sorrythatwasmean]

About Bruce Banner

Mixed MCU/Comics Earth 616 canon/Own Headcanons

Name: Robert Bruce Banner Parents: Brian and Rebecca Banner

Birthplace: Dayton, Ohio

Early Days

His physically and emotionally abusive, alcoholic father Brian was convinced he’d passed a monster gene to Bruce and that Brian’s own experiments with radiation before Bruce was conceived had mutated his own son.It’s unclear if Brian thought the gene had skipped himself or if he, too, had it. Regardless, Brian had never wanted children.

For Bruce’s 4th Christmas, Rebecca gifted him a complex construction toy kit. He built it without the instructions. Brian perceived Bruce’s intelligence as unnatural and further proof his son was a monster.

Rebecca never understood Brian’s actions towards their son.Rebecca set into motion plans to leave Brian for good.Bruce would later say his mother saved him more times he could count and one of his deepest regrets is he wasn’t able to save her when it mattered the most.

Brian Banner killed his wife Rebecca when she and Bruce acted on their plan to leave him. He killed her in front of their son.

Brian made Bruce lie at his trial. He threatened him by saying he might go to jail, but that Bruce would burn in hell for betraying his own father. Later, he drunkenly boasted about threatening Bruce and was locked in a psychiatric institution for the crime anyway.

Bruce was raised by his paternal Aunt Susan. She noticed he had an imaginary friend when he was younger, but chalked it up to childish imagination. Bruce was normally a reserved and seemingly calm child. Too reserved sometimes.Brian’s venom and toxic words still burned, but Bruce rarely expressed his anger.

His Aunt Susan described it as white-hot and brief—Bruce would be transformed screaming unintelligible things, scribbling hard enough to rip pages in his notebook,but once it flashed, it faded. He’d apologize. And he never hurt anyone. She kept her distance in those moments. She understood them all too well.

She felt it too when she remembered her own father, her brother, and even herself. But she’d tell Bruce, “You’re you, not them. You’re my nephew. And Rebecca’s son, too. We are more than these moments.”

Bruce would find some comfort in this. And he tried to immerse himself in better things: science, creation, what the world was made of and it’s miracles.

The combination of rarely effusive with his emotions, studious, and genius-level intellect didn’t make it easy for him to make many friends, but he valued the ones he had.

It wasn’t until he was older that he realized something was...off. Once in high school, he entered a room and his friends greeted him with congratulatory praise for defending Carl and decking a bully. He thought they were joking. That didn’t sound like him. There had been plenty of witnesses, but Bruce didn’t remember a single thing about it.

The bully stopped bothering them when Bruce was around. And another time, Bruce found himself washing blood from his knuckles in the bathroom. He didn’t protest when he was called to the principal’s office. His friends still defended him saying Charles Rolfe had been out of line and Carl didn’t stand a chance and they asked why Bruce didn’t tell his Aunt or their teachers he’d stopped the fight and hadn’t started it.

But, how would he know if he’d done the right thing if he hadn’t done it? He didn’t remember doing it. How was he suppose to explain that?

And it was worrying his Aunt. That’s what he hated the most. She’d never asked for this. He’d tried to be good. They’d had a plan. Suspension for fighting wasn’t part of it. What about scholarships? What about college? The kind he wanted to attend weren’t cheap.

But Rolfe was a menace and Carl wound up in a hospital bed with a broken arm and black eye. And Bruce tried to promise his Aunt he wouldn’t do anything. But one morning he woke up in the high school basement, wire strippers in his pocket and he’s running to Rolfe’s homeroom desk and he can’t explain WHY he’s defusing a freaking bomb. He knows why he knows how to defuse it but he doesn’t remember freaking building it. But no one believes him.

No one but his Aunt.

Thaddeus Ross takes an interest in his education because of the bomb and convinces the police to drop the charges if Susan and Bruce agree to leave town. It’s the only silver lining.

Because his Aunt agrees they need to figure out what’s going on. There’s a name for what he has and back then it was called Multiple Personality Disorder. Nowadays, it’s called Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID. Not that it matters what it’s called.

“One of dad’s many gifts,”Bruce would sigh much, much later.

He learns to manage it. And it’s not something he leads with in conversations with new people.

He excels at academics, but his personal life falls to the wayside. Science is safer than socializing. One of his girlfriends, Angela, was concerned about how he wasn’t physically affectionate and didn’t touch her. It was hard to explain so it didn’t last long.

He can explain gamma radiation and it’s uses to help heal, but no one is interested in funding that. He has medical knowledge, but the military pays so Bruce feels he has to sell his soul.

Brian is “reformed” 15 years after Rebecca’s death and good man that he is Bruce still tried to let him stay with him.

Brian isn’t and attacks Bruce while he’s visiting his mother’s grave. And honestly, I think Rebecca Banner rose out of her grave for revenge and to protect Bruce because in the fight HOW does Brian die? His head hits her headstone. Bruce represses the memory.

He knows Brian is out of his life. And part of him knows what happened. He’ll find out later.

He unexpectedly manages something real with—of all people—Thaddeus Ross’ daughter, Elizabeth. She’s brilliant and beautiful and brave.

And Bruce successfully patents a number of devices and ideas, publishes and researches enough to wrack up a few Ph.Ds.

But The Other Guy takes all that away from him. It’s hard enough to love someone from a far, it’s harder still to love someone when a future together is impossible.

Origin of The Other Guy

I diverge from MCU here: Ross in The Incredible Hulk says Bruce didn’t know the real reason he was interested in Bruce’s work. I don’t buy that. Of course, Bruce would know Ross and the US military was interested in weaponizing his work. In the comics, Bruce works on the project reluctantly because he couldn’t get funding for the use of gamma rays for medical purposes.

Bruce saves Rick Jones from a gamma explosion. Igor Starsky was the Russian spy who pretended to be merely Bruce’s collegue and failed to stop the experiment when Bruce asked.

Experimenting on himself fits in better with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde parallel, but I don’t think hubris is as key to Bruce’s story. Is it part of it? Is Bruce capable of arrogance and bitterness and getting in over his head? Absolutely. I follow closer to comic book origins for Bruce’s earlier days so that element of Bruce and internal conflicts is already there.Bruce has enough instances of accidentally hurting people before and after Hulk.

And would Elizabeth go along with just watching Bruce experiment on himself? General Ross would, but he already has sketchy ethics.

If you say Bruce experimented on himself and that’s how he became the Hulk, he’ll assume the story got out of hand. But Bruce definitely experiments on himself later.

He uses the money he earns from his patents and inventions to sets up a fund for victims of Hulk’s rampages.

Avengers Assemble

Bruce is able to direct the Hulk for a while. Acknowledging his own anger and having an outlet placates Hulk for a while. But The Other Guy also has a chance to learn and feel and grow more.

And after Bruce crashes the quinjet, Sakaar is Hulk’s paradise. He isn’t feared. He can be loud and channel his violence and win praise and everyone seems to love him. Bruce? He’s tired and a break wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but then he couldn’t come back. The Other Guy wouldn’t let him.

And most of the time Bruce wishes The Other Guy wasn’t necessary, but he also knows that isn’t fair to Hulk. He can’t bring himself to hate him. He hates that he, Bruce Banner, is the one who has to regret and fear and loathe and...can’t be invincible. Hates that Hulk can be free and child-like and unburdened.

Bruce had wanted to be remembered for discoveries and creation and a meaningful life. Not destruction and turning into someone else.

#sorrythatwasmean headcanons #sorrythatwasmean about

[jess-irenes-fics]

Blood Brother

A John Wick fic

Starring Keanu Reeves and Jensen Ackles

“Fucker,I thought you were dead”

“Shit,thought you knew me. Still retired?”

“Yeah?”

“No. They got my girl”

“Yeah, well....I’m sorry but I am retired”, John walks next to him, ramming a pencil in the back of his neck.

Garret smiles, simply yanking it out and dropping it on the floor, making the scar from the cut on his hand evident to John. “You owe me baby brother....and she is expecting”

John looks at his hand, his own scar from where he cut himself, then to Garret’s again. Garret’s was deeper, So was his dedication to John. “Yeah”, John nods.

“Oh and John”, Garret says sticking something into the strap on his back/shoulder. “Fuck you”, they shared a smile marching out.

Last bullet. It was John’s last bullet surrounded in a room with trained asassins and the mafia, any dangerous bad guy you could think of was here. His leg was broken, he had shot, even he was starting to feel fear sink in.

Panic. He hasn’t felt this way in a very long time. He had to think fast and searched around for something. He manages to handle a few by taking their knives but he couldn’t go much further. We was weak, tired. Flashbacks came to him, this was his dying moment. He was twelve again, running through the halls of the towns supposedly haunted house that he and the kid who picked on him were in to test the theory. He remembers it perfectly, that day he had enough so he challenged the asshat to come on that little trip and see who would stay longer. Neither of them expected it to be where the local mafia used the old ran down falling apart house to hide their goods and now John himself and the kid were caught in some mess and being accused of trying to steal. They were both screaming and ran into a room, slamming the door shut, that standing between them and a huge Russian man coming at them.

“Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!”, John screamed. “You brought me here you Shit!!!” The kid pushed him, both of them crying. “Okay! Listen to me! There is nothing but a two hundred year old dry rotted wooden door and what I’m guessing is a-“, John watched the kid peek through the cracks in the door. “365 pound?” “Sounds about right” “a 365 pound angry Russian tank coming straight at us with a gun! By the way, names Garret...” “John...” “there is a way out of here though...”, John thought this Garret kid was insane. John followed his eyes to the wall behind him. “Ow are you with a ax?”, Garret asks him. “I don’t know” “Well, do what I do”. Garret at that moment grabbed the two axes on the wall and threw one at John, that’s the moment his life changed forever. They took the guy down, looked down on his lifeless body. “Bye Bye BoogyMan”, John quipped and then looked back up to see another his guy smiling down at them. One thing led to another and they were taken in, turned out Garret kid and himself were a good pair, now they were holding hands at fifteen as blood dripped from them. John’s head being pulled to touch foreheads with him, “I’ll find you someday baby brother”, his head was kissed and Garret ran.

“Bye-Bye BoogyMan”, John smiled to himself and stuttered the best he could. He was without a doubt, dying now.

“Wait...Wait”, he holds a finger up to the guy about to kill him who looks confused. “What? Mr. Wick, I shall be the one to take down the BoogyMan Man”

John smiles forcing a breathy chuckle as he crumpled over on the floor. Then the guy is dead looking in his eyes. “You’re twenty years too late. This guy is an imposter”, couldn’t be. John looks up.

“A arrow?”, he looks up seeing who it was, then to the arrow through the guy and a hand is offered to him, pulling him up and he’s shoved against the wall. He isn’t fully aware but can feel a hand yank the bullet out of him, hear something rip. He assumed it was the man’s shirt and it was tied around his wound. Now his cheek was being tapped.

“Hey, Hey, don’t you die on me baby brother”

“How...H-How are you spotless?”, John asked. 

“Nobody ever sees me coming” 

“Fucker,I thought you were dead”

“Shit,thought you knew me. Still retired?”

“Yeah?”

“No. They got my girl”

“Yeah, well....I’m sorry but I am retired”, John walks next to him, ramming a pencil in the back of his neck.

Garret smiles, simply yanking it out and dropping it on the floor, making the scar from the cut on his hand evident to John. “You owe me baby brother....and she is expecting”

John looks at his hand, his own scar from where he cut himself, then to Garret’s again. Garret’s was deeper, So was his dedication to John. “Yeah”, John nods.

“Oh and John”, Garret says sticking something into the strap on his back/shoulder. “Fuck you”, they shared a smile marching out.

“So.....what can I expect...niece or nephew?” 

“Niece”, Garret catches him so he doesn't fall while simultaneously ninja kicking the Sasquatch looking fucker coming for them. 

“....you know, they only can’t see you because you are so...short. I miss retirement, you know I never got to golf”

“Look at you, dying and cocky enough to talk shit, you are taller than me now. Never thought your scrawny ass would reach a growth spurt. I spent a year golfing once” 

“Oh?”

“Fucking sucks, bunch of snooty Arnold Palmer drinking douche bags”

“Arnold Palmer’s aren’t bad”, John tried to focus on not dying. 

“Once you make them into Long Island Ice Tea, by the way, thanks for missing me baby brother”

“I didn't miss you” 

“Right, Boogy Man” 

“Guys! Shut the fuck up!” A girl comes out of nowhere grabbing John and taking him out of the building.

“You are?” 

“Sarah, his sister in law”,she smiles and rolls her eyes. “Excuse me”. The girl sneaking up behind her was met with brass knuckles and falling backwards without Sarah turning around to even face her.  “He said you were dangerous”,she began bandaging John right in the car. 

“So small...so lethal, what are you like 5′0″ ?” He asks. “4′9″ “ 

“You’re pretty good....nurse?” 

“Nope,not smart enough but with YouTube I taught myself some stuff”,hearing the building blow they both turn to see.

“Garret...”,his world froze. 

“Yeah?” 

John turns behind him to Garret looking his shirt over for stains. 

“You were in-”,John looks between him and the house.

“Yeah”

“Who blew it?” 

“Me”, Garret answers. “Now,tell me what kinda shit you got us into this time that I I need to get us out of.Damn it, blood on my cuff links,these are Versace”

“You the same kid that beat the shit out of me for my grilled cheese sandwich at lunch?”,John asks.Garret starts to.

“.....there all after me....all of them” 

“Yeah, no shit”, the trio walks to Garret’s car. 

“Oh fuck,guys”,Sarah points to the mob coming to them. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for three of us to take them all”,she says.

“Baby brother,what they do to you?”

“Killed my dog. stole my car, destroyed it then my home” 

“They owe me cuff links and I’m in a hurry.She’s right, you two stay here”, he opens his trunk, the trunk of his white Bugatti. 

“No, Sarah wait here, I’m with him”,Garret grabs a ax from his trunk. John grabs the other, “I’ve gotten better with ax” 

I couldn’t help but to throw that Supernatural reference in there, who caught it?? I also had another Spn idea but changed my mind on it.

#fanfiction #supernatural #john wick #jensen ackles #keanu reeves

[readingontheedge]

Robin & Marian

(Adventurous Romantics #2)

By Stephanie Fowers

Adult Contemporary Romance

Paperback & ebook, 352 Pages

August 11th 2019 

 Robin King lives up to the legendary name of Robin Hood more than he should—a bigshot billionaire and successor of King enterprises, a Prince of Mischief and a rogue who steals hearts ... and maybe even a few kisses. He never thought he’d follow the storyline so closely, until the day he gets in trouble with the law and pays the price—all for protecting his younger sister Scarlett.

 Taken in by an Outlaw

 Marian is a hard-hitting reporter … or would be if the New England Chronicle would stop assigning her puff pieces. Now she has the chance to prove herself, but it could prove her undoing—since the story of a lifetime might just be Robin King, a ruthless scoundrel, who she swore would never break her heart again.

 Making New England Olde again

 Together, they must overcome their differences 

to save their hometown from thieves and corruption. And they’d better do it before someone gets killed. As danger lurks closer, legend becomes life, and Robin’s feelings for Marian deepen as he struggles with sharing the secrets that could clear his name and ruin his sister. 

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Excerpt

 The door ripped open and she came face to face with Robin. Same laughing eyes, same devilish look under hawk-like brows. His dirty-brown hair had curled up in a stylish mess. He’d come straight from her memories—though older and more dashing, like he’d stepped through the glossy covers of those gossip magazines she despised. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and an athletic build—a modern day Robin Hood in black t-shirt and faded jeans. And she hated it!

 His almond-shaped eyes turned appreciative when he saw her. “Are you new?”

 Clearly he hadn’t recognized her. It wasn’t too surprising really—she’d hidden in the back room when the “infamous playboy” had come to visit his sister when they’d been roommates, but before she could explain, he was approaching her. “If it’s all the same to you, Mrs. Koch can’t know what we’re up to.” Marian recognized the name of their housekeeper. Clearly Robin was up to no good if he was hiding his latest mischief from her—never mind that he owned the place now. “I’m so sorry to mix you up in this,” he said, “but we need help cleaning this up.”

 And then his hands were on hers. Was this how he treated his staff? Wait. The thought gave her pause. He thought she was the help? Scarlett had compared her to a little French maid. How galling. She was so caught up in her angry thoughts that she’d allowed him to pull her into the entertainment room where she saw the remains of a poker game. Smashed plates and glasses had tumbled from an immense—and broken—china cabinet.

 “It’s not as bad as it looks…” Robin’s hand dropped from hers as he attempted to clean up the mess. He looked up at her under heavy lashes. “Honestly, if I’d known how pretty you were, I’d have smashed these sooner.”

 She gasped as he winked at her. Robin! Was this really a case of mistaken identity or was he teasing her? “I have half a mind to get Mrs. Koch myself,” she threatened.

 He smirked at that. “If you could find a broom first…”

 So she could crack it over his head? Not knowing what to do, Marian caught sight of Scarlett’s fiancé. The ends of Alan’s auburn hair fell over a soulful eye as he stared down at a record he had saved from the mess. He’d recognize Marian if he saw her, but he was too caught up in reading the record label. It was a vintage Louis Armstrong vinyl. He turned it over in his sensitive hands.

 “Robin, your stepmother is going to kill you,” a deeper voice boomed. “That’s her prized Russian collection.” Turning, Marian saw a giant of a man. She’d know John anywhere, even a decade later. His skin was rich brown, the color of the earth after a storm; his head was buzzed—his facial hair was different from when they were kids, of course—but he’d towered over them back then and now was no different. He was one of those who’d earned his nickname in Robin’s merry band, although no one could get away with calling him “Little John” to his face. 

 “My nephew is trying to teach me how to make a bull’s eye!” a young voice piped up.

 Marian caught sight of a smaller boy of about five years of age. He had a bow in his hand. His small finger pointed to an ugly painting against the wall with several arrows shot through it. They’d been using this room for target practice? How little they thought of the furniture… or of money. 

 “This is my Uncle Midge,” Robin introduced the child. “Also my godchild.” Yes, Marian remembered hearing about him. The young boy clearly looked up to Robin; he was a miniature of him, actually, with freckles, almond-shaped eyes, and a pointed chin. Robin’s grandfather had remarried a much younger woman, and Midge was the result of their union… before she’d run off with an artist. Come to think of it, was this one of the man’s ugly paintings Scarlett had talked about? She peered at it, but the torn flaps obscured the signature.

 Robin ruffled the boy’s hair. “He was not supposed to actually let the arrow go. So there’s that.”

 “And who would be the one who gave him the arrow, pray tell?” The final member of Alan’s bachelor party drew forward with dark, sullen looks. He was clean-shaven with black, heavy brows, and his hair was tied up in a hipster topknot. He wore a suit jacket with matching pants and a casual knit shirt. It took Marian a little longer to name him, but then she felt a wave of recognition run through her at his British accent. “But sure,” he said in his haughty tone, “blame the child.”

 Ah yes, this was Robin’s cousin, Guy. He’d grown up in England with his mother. She had refused to play along with what she dubbed Richard’s “childish obsession,” and in so doing, unknowingly named him after one of Robin Hood’s greatest villains. It was a source of great teasing amongst his cousins. Just like the others, Marian hadn’t seen him for years.

 Yet when he saw her, he hurried to pick up her hand and kiss it. His brown eyes were full of meaning. “What are you doing here with us vile men, Marian? Isn’t Scarlett’s party interesting enough for you?”

 Finally, someone hadn’t seen her as the servant. She felt a smile tug at her lips. Guy’s British charm had always been hard to resist. When they’d been younger, her parents had teased the two that they’d arrange their marriage. She was ashamed to admit that that kind of talk had ended after Guy’s parents had lost their fortunes in poor investments.

 Looking over at Robin, she shrugged. “Robin always did try to get me into trouble.” She cast him what she hoped was a teasing glance. “Just like old times.” Robin’s shoulders stiffened as he turned to actually look at her. His beautiful hazel eyes took her all in. Marian felt too amused to be angry. His astonished expression made everything worth it.

 “Marian?” Robin stretched to his feet to retrieve her hand from Guy. “Why didn’t you say anything?” His gaze swept over her again, including that hateful apron. “My own little Maid Marian?” 

Other Books in the Series 

In the Pursuit of Eden

(Adventurous Romantics #1)

By Stephanie Fowers

Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Paperback & ebook, 390 Pages

April 1st 2019

 Everyone wants to find Eden’s Paradise. Except Ivy.

 Ivy is a city girl through and through. So when she follows her twin brother into the forests of the Uintas to make a documentary about looking for a treasure that’s plagued her family for generations, she’s a little out of her element. It's the same treasure that ended her father's life. Add to that her run-ins with the dashing, but infuriating Aiden Hunter. The Southern hottie has rescued her so many times that it’s getting embarrassing. Of course, she’d be more grateful if she didn’t suspect him of putting her in danger in the first place—a danger that keeps growing the closer they get to the truth.

 Forced to be allies, the two are thrown into each other’s paths, and she realizes that she has more in common with him than she thought. While Ivy searches for clues in the journal of a wayward saloon girl, Eden, to discover a life that mirrors her own, Hunter fights the demons in a past that seems tangled up in hers. His secrets are hers. The only way to get at the truth is to find an uneasy truce… and maybe something more because Hunter may not be the enemy. In fact, he may be the one who needs rescuing. Now, Ivy has to figure out who she wants by her side, and what she’s willing to give up for love.

 After all, Paradise was never meant to be found alone. 

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About the Author

Stephanie Fowers loves bringing stories to life, and depending on her latest madcap ideas will do it through written word, song, and/ or film. She absolutely adores Bollywood and bonnet movies; i.e., Jane Austen. Presently, she lives in Salt Lake where she's living the life of the starving artist. 

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