#backpacking morley

[rootedincuteness]

For some reason, this hydrangea only produce one pom-pom of flowers this Summer. Even so, the flowers it did manage to grow are beautiful. They're a mix of pinks, purples, and blues, but leaning more toward pink, meaning the soil is likely alkaline. Morley was delighted by them, loving their unique magenta shades. =)

#backpacking morley #friends of mudpie #hydrangea

[sacredcyber]

What’s in my bag: feat. V

Veruca found her hello kitty backpack in an alley, saw it had no blood on it and said good enough. Her day to day carry is:

-Johnny’s Malorian, he’s expressly forbidden any stickers on it.

-a lighter and a pack of Morley cigarettes, she only smokes when he’s cranky (er)

-a snack, her faves are croissants. Johnny implores her to eat “real food”.

-Rache Bartmoss’s SGI Elysia, she uh…meant to show this to Nyx but finders keepers. it does get stickers tho.

#I finally finished this Jesus fuck #female v #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk2077 #my art #art #oc: veruca #silverV #what’s in my bag

[pnnzzlr]

Bob at SDCC 2017

#bob morley #hiatus present #bobmorleyedit #mybobmorley #M likes the coloured version #and well I do too but i like it better this way #500* #okay this is the last Bob/beliza edit for a while #1x2 #but I will reblog this one he's too cute with his backpack #these videos have a weird warming layer on them and excuse me for removing it #looks good on the video but not my thing on a gif #18th November 2017 #sunshine #sdcc 2017 #mygifs #dailydoseofbob

[tinawritesstuff]

Andiamo a conoscere la famiglia

(Let’s meet the family) 

Pairing: Chris Evans/ Fisrt Person Reader

Wordcount: 4.7k 

Warnings: smut, NSFW, read under caution

Request: “Hello!! If you’re still taking requests I was wondering if you could write a one shot where the Chris evans and age gap reader go on vacation with her family for the first time and it’s just supa sweet maybe even a little smutty? Thanks a ton”  by the lovely and patient @bellamy-morley-blake​ 

A/N: This is my first CEvans OS and I don’t know what lead me to write the tittle in Italian, but oh well. Hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you like it! 

CEvans taglist: @mrsnegan25​

When I agreed to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend, the thought of him meeting my family never really crossed my mind, considering that I never thought our relationship would go further than a couple of dates.

And I’ve never been more thankful for being wrong. We’ve been together for half a year now, and things have been wonderful. He’s the most passionate guy I’ve ever met, about his job, his hobbies, his family and now, me.

We met in Disneyworld, at Magic Kingdom to be more precise, and to say sparks flew instantly would be an understatement. I was traveling with my family and him with his, and we met on the line for one of the rides. He asked for my name and then we started talking, completely forgetting about our relatives and the line ahead and behind us. After that, we went to a couple of dates, inside and out the parks at Disney, and as they say, the rest is history.

Since the moment our first date started, I knew that Chris was the type that my parents would like for me, even though our age gap was kind of obvious. But that didn’t matter so much, specially to us.

The idea of spending the holidays with my parents was mine, and I was nervous about the outcome of it and how Chris would react. I happened to be wrong, again. My boyfriend was thrilled about the idea and was excited because he’d wanted to meet my relatives for a while. So, we decided to surprise them with a trip to the Bahamas. The idea was to departure, each of us, from the locations we were in (Chris and I from Boston, to L.A., and then to the Island; and my parents from my hometown), and we would all meet and check in at the hotel.

I close the zip of my bag and let out a big huff, because I’m finally done packing my clothes and necessaire with my “lady stuff” as Chris calls it. After days and days of procrastinating, the day of our flight finally arrived and my luggage wasn’t even half way made. So, I had to go full speed and get it all together a couple of hours before leaving.

Chris texts me, saying that he and his brother are on their way to pick me up to go to the airport. I reply back with a “Ok! Can’t wait!!!” and then finish packing the last necessities.

After some minutes, I don’t know exactly how many, my phone starts ringing and when I go to pick up, I see that it’s Chris. Who else, duh?

-          We’re here, baby! Do you need help with your bags?

 -          Uhm… I think I got it. But come up here to give me some kisses, I’ve missed you. – I pout and I hear him laugh.

 -          Okay, babe. I’m on my way up. – he hangs up and I keep packing stuff on my carry-on baggage: phone charger, earphones, passport, airplane tickets, etc.

 I hear a soft knock on the door, then it gets opened and Chris comes in with his childish smirk. I smile back at him and walk fast to his waiting open arms. When I reach him, I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his slim waist and my arms around his neck, and he holds me tight against him, putting one of his hands on my back and the other under my butt.

I grab his face with both my hands and bring him close to me, to seal our lips in a deep kiss. The last time we saw each other was ten days ago, and I can see that he missed me as much as I did him. When we break apart, he smiles at me and I peck his nose, then his cheekbones and finally go back to peck his pink and full lips. Gosh, how I’ve missed him.

-          I’m afraid that, if you keep this up, we won’t make it to the airport. – he says between pecks and I nod my head, but don’t let go of him.

He then puts me down, seeing that I have no intention of doing so, and grabs my face to give me one last full, deep kiss. We separate and he goes to grab my big bag, silently asking with a nod of his head if there’s anything else I need him to carry, to which I shake my head no and he nods again. I go grab my backpack and then we both take off, me closing and locking the door once we’re outside. We walk hand in hand down through the building I live in, till we reach the lift. Once inside it, we make small talk about his latest projects and my online classes. He talks a bit about A Starting Point, how the interviews have gone and how it has impacted to young population (me included, and I’m not even from the U.S). I feel so proud of him, he’s achieved a lot, after working so hard for it.

When we reach the first floor, the metal doors open and we walk to the reception of the building, where Albert (the doorman by the entrance) greets us and opens the door for us. When we step outside, I thank the kind man and we both walk to Chris’ car, where his brother Scott is waiting for us. My boyfriend opens the trunk to get my suitcase inside, and I open the back door to get into the car.

-          Hi sweets, how are you? – greets me Scott once I’m seated, with a big smile on his handsome face.

 -          Hello, handsome. I’m pretty well, how about you? – I smile back at him and lean forward to kiss his cheek.

-          Awesome. It’s been an amazing couple of weeks lately.

 -          That’s great, hon! Tell me more about it.

I pay high attention to him while Chris climbs on the passenger seat, and Scott tells me all about this new guy (Steve) he’s been seeing lately. I love how happy he is, he definitely deserves it. 

On our way to the airport, we share what each of us has been up to in the time we didn’t see one another, while Chris controls the music with his phone that is connected to the stereo via Bluetooth. “More than words” by Extreme sounds through the speakers and my boyfriend looks at me through the side mirror and smiles lightly at me, letting me know with that gesture that this song is dedicated to me, to us.

The thing is, we haven’t told each other the ‘L’ word yet and the worst part is that I don’t even know why. We love each other, we show the other that we feel that way, but expressing those words out loud has proven to be a difficult task. 

I smile back at him and lean forward to leave a peck on his shoulder, with the car seat between us. Scott keeps making small talk, and sometimes the three of us would sing whenever a classic song comes next. It takes us at least forty minutes to arrive to our destination, and when we do, we still have one more hour to do the check in and wait to board our flight. Chris and I go to the check in and dispatch area, where we hand the kind old lady our passports and tickets, and she does the procedure to send us, later, to the boarding waiting room. We say goodbye to Scott, with huge hugs and kisses from my part and a tight hug with a pat in the back from Chris, and we go to the security scanner to get ourselves checked. It only takes us around twenty minutes, and we are finally able to go to wait for our flight to be announced.

Some fans come to ask for pics with Chris, and he can’t refuse them. They stare at me weirdly, making me feel anxious in a way, because I’m not sure how to interpretate those looks. Are they mad? Are they judging me, or my relationship with Chris? We haven’t gone public yet, so I don’t really know what they could possibly be judging me for. So, I decide to let it go for now.

A voice in the speakers calls for the attendants of our flight to board, and that’s when he can finally come back to me. He gives me a sympathetic smile while I collect our stuff and I just wave it off. It’s not a big deal. 

After almost thirteen hours of flying and waiting (five hours from Boston to L.A, then three hours waiting for our next flight, and finally four more hours to Bahamas), we make it to the hotel around six in the morning, completely tired and with zero energy to do anything but sleep. We leave our bags next to a couch the room has, and I decide to go and take a quick shower to remove the airplane smell from my body. When I’m done, I get out of the bathroom with just a towel around my body and one holding my wet hair, and I spot Chris soundly snoring on the bed. I let out a little laugh and then proceed to get comfy in one of his shirts and one of my black thongs he loves so much. After that, I go lay down next to him until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and fall deeply asleep.

The next day, I wake up tangled between Chris’ limbs and I let out a big yawn before circling my arms around his back, closing my eyes and kissing his naked shoulder. I feel him stir and then turning around to face me, leaving a trail of kisses from my face down to my neck and shoulders. He keeps pecking every inch of skin he can reach, until I open my eyes and smile lightly at him, and he smiles back at me, before leaning forward to leave a sweet kiss on my lips.

-          Good morning, pretty girl. – he mumbles against my cheek and leaves a peck there.

 -          Good morning, big guy. How’d you sleep?

 -          Mmm… your incessant snoring actually kept me up for a couple of minutes, but I’m getting used to it by now. – I reply coyly and he lets out a snort.

 -          Like a baby, considering I’ve finally got you all to myself. – he smiles again and I back at him. – How about you?

 -          You aren’t what they call a light sleeper either, my love. Have had your fair share of snores as well.

 -          And I’m sure you haven’t been able to sleep properly for it, specially tonight. 

We spend a couple of minutes there, laying in bed, sharing kisses and silent touches, showing to the other that we lounged for this moment, after being apart for so long. The clock marks ten past eleven in the morning, and we decide to get up and unpack our bags. Chris goes for a shower first, and then joins me to do the task in hand.

After some brunch, we head out of the room after I receive a text from my mom saying that they were settled in the hotel (same as ours) and that we should meet them at the lobby. Chris takes my hand, and I can feel him sweating with the tip of his fingers cold as ice, touching the skin of my own. I take our joined hands to my mouth and leave a little kiss on the back of his, letting him know that everything’s fine, and he turns to look at me and smiles nervously but his shoulders visibly relax.

When we reach the lobby, I can see my parents waving their arms at us, and I wave back at them with a big smile on my face. I’m so excited about this.

Chris and I walk hand in hand to them and when we are face to face, I jump to hug both my parents after months of not seeing them due to my job commitments. They hug me back, telling me how much they’ve missed me. When we break our group hug, I turn to my boyfriend and stretch my hand to him, beckoning to come closer to us. He does just that, but stays an arm length to greet them with a handshake (I suppose), except that my mom doesn’t let him and pulls him in a big hug, taking Chris by surprise.

-          I’m sorry, darling, but we’re huggers.

 -          It’s ok, ma’am. I am one myself, but didn’t want to cross any line.

 -          I’m starting to like you and I don’t even know your name, son. – my father smiles and pats Chris on the back, instead of going for a full bear hug like my mom did.

-          It’s Chris, sir. Chris Evans, a pleasure to finally meet you.

The day goes on pretty much that way. Chris and my parents engage into deep conversations about diverse topics, like politics, sports, even religion. Dad explains to him the importance of meritocracy to make a citizen evolve (according to his point of view, obviously) and Chris gives his opinion about that topic as well.

We enjoy some time in the hotel pool, my mom and I sunbathing while our men chat away in the bar, and when the sun starts to go down a bit we decide to go and sightsee around the island. First, each of us go to our respective rooms, to shower the chlorine off our bodies and get into comfortable clothes.

Once that’s done, we meet again at the lobby, where my parents arrived first (because my man and I took some extra time to do… some extra activities), and were talking with the receptionist, asking him where we can visit. He gives us some maps that show the nearest touristic area, somewhere we could reach walking, and we all thank him before leaving.

We go to a small village, where local markets are still open to the public, and we all go our ways to see and buy stuff if we feel like it. Chris and I walk with our fingers intertwined, me resting my cheek on his strong bicep and leaving little pecks every now and then. I feel the love I have for him radiating through my veins, after the success of this afternoon, all I want to do is be with him, show him how much I thank and love him for today and all the effort he put to make things easier.

-          Look, baby – he says signaling a stand with different handicrafts on a table, with a lovely smiling old lady standing behind it.

 I look around, and Chris leaves my side for a moment to go and check out some of the rest of the stands. A quartz stone necklace catches my attention and, after asking the kind lady, I grab it between my fingers.

-          Each of the rocks have different meanings, you know. – the woman says and I look back at her – The green one you’re holding now represents prosperity and wellness, and they all change according to the color. The purple one goes for spirituality and meditation, the blue one for calm force and relaxation, and the list goes on and on. – she smiles sweetly at me and I back at her. – Any of them caught your eye?

-          The green one, actually. If you had two of them, it would be amazing.

 She smiles again and leans down to reach for something under the table, to come back up with another necklace just like the one I’m holding in my hands. She puts them both inside a little paper bag and I hand her the money, then I thank her and go back to my boyfriend.

We continue our walk until the sun sets completely and we decide to grab some dinner before heading back to the hotel. After dinner, my parents decide to go to bed early because of the long flight and the hours of endless fun they had with us, calling it a night. But Chris and I opt to go to walk through the beach for some time. And that’s what we do.

The path is silent, but nice. We walk holding hands and suddenly I remember the two pieces of artisan jewelry I have inside my little purse, which makes me stop my walk and Chris to look at me confused.

-          I got something for, well, us. – I say with a smile handing the pendant to him. He looks at me with a confused but lovely smile – When you left be on that stand, I saw these necklaces and instantly fell in love. The nice lady said they have different meanings depending on the color.

 -          Well, what does the green one mean baby?

 -          It’s a symbol of prosperity and wellness, according to her. And I knew I had to get one for each of us. – I take a deep breath. Okay, here it goes. – Today was lovely, with my parents and everything, you made it so special and joyful. I’m so thankful for you, that I had to get you something to express that, so this is it. This is my wish for us, a commitment I decide to make to you, for this relationship to be as prosperous and strong as this solid piece. Because I love you, and all I want to do is grow this love with you next to me, supporting each other and working hard to make it work.

 I finish my little speech with a crack in my voice, tears accumulating in my eyes, but I couldn’t care less, because I’ve been dying to let him know that I love him with every piece of me, every fiber of muscle, every single part of me loves him like I never loved anyone before. When I look up at him, I see the same emotions radiating from his baby blues, and he wastes no time to grab my face between his soft hands and kisses me with all the adoration he has for me, that I know he has.

-          God, I can’t believe you’ve made me tear up like this. – he says when we break the kiss and we both chuckle – You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. Your words just made me fall in love even more deeply with you, and now I feel like an idiot for not expressing my feelings well enough. - He laughs in embarrassment – But the thing is, I love you with all of me, with every piece of mind and soul, in every way there’s possible, and I commit to you as well to make this love grow even more, and work for it through thick and thin. You’re my world, nugget.

Now I’m fully- ass crying. I hug him tightly, circling my arms around his strong shoulders, and he puts his around my back, lifting me and hiding his face in the space between my neck and shoulder. Chris leaves little pecks on the skin there, and finally moves his mouth to mine, sealing our love deal with a searing kiss. A kiss that holds every emotion we have and share, emotions we’ve been suppressing all this time. No more, though.

When we break apart, he asks me to put the pendant around his neck and he does the same with me, and with happy smiles on our faces we walk back to the hotel.

 We reach our roon and I can feel the change on the air. There’s tension, and Chris looks at me with a promise of a night full of showing me that he meant every word he said. I walk backwards, with Chris walking towards me, guiding me to the bed and making me fall on it when I reach it with the back of my knees. He crawls above me, placing both his hands on each side of my head, looking directly in my eyes. I smile at him, bringing one of my arms up to caress his bearded jaw, and he leans into my touch, leaving a little kiss on my hand right after.

Chris starts caressing my legs, from my ankles up to my thighs, leaving a path of goosebumps on my skin as he lifts my long skirt and rolls it up on my hips, leaving my covered crotch exposed to his starved sight. I let out a sigh when he blows a thin rush of air from his mouth, hitting my pussy directly, making me squirm because the contrast between the heat of my wet womanhood and his cold breath is evident and rushes a wave of pleasure through my body. He grabs both my legs with his big hands, opening me wide and exposing me even more to him, then goes and presses his nose right on my mound, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes while doing so.

-          You smell divine, doll. – he whispers and pecks my, still, covered mound.

 I let out an almost soundless whimper at that statement. His bed vocabulary is so vulgar, yet he makes it sound so erotic and sexy. He hooks his thumb and index finger around the waistband of my underwear and pulls it off, taking it to his nose and giving a little sniff that makes me close my eyes out of shyness. He can be so dirty, but oh so hot at the same time.

-          Open those beautiful eyes, pretty girl. I want you to look at me directly while I have this tasty dessert.

 I open my eyes, moving my body to be laying on my elbows and have a better angle to look at him, and he finally sweeps his tongue along my slit, teasing my clit with the tip once he reaches it. I look down at him, biting my lower lip and he goes back to the long strokes. Letting out a moan of protest at how slow he’s going, I grip the back of his head with one hand to make him go a little faster, deeper, harder; I don’t know, anything. Or at least I try.

-          Patience, my sweets. Marvelous things come to those who wait. – he says and licks up and down my opening a couple of times before pulling away

 Chris removes his polo shirt, exposing his tight chest muscles covered on all those sexy tattoos he has, and I find my mouth watering at the sight of his hot self. Then, he undoes his pants and pulls them down, along with his briefs, before coming back to be on top of me again.

-          I thought you wanted to taste me? – I pout and he smiles widely at me.

 -          I will, my lovely. Just wanted to get comfortable, don’t wanna mess up my pants with jizz, now do ya’? – his Boston accent comes out and I moan closing my eyes.

-          No, sir. We don’t want that – I answer in a small voice, biting my lip once again and batting my eyelashes at him because I know it drives him wild.

 He lets out a guttural groan at that and finally holds my legs, puts them on his shoulders to have better access, and dives in to eat from my wetness, like starved man. I yelp in surprise when I feel his mouth making out with my lower lips, adding his tongue to the mix, driving me completely crazy, and he wastes no time to flick my clit with the flexible muscle inside his mouth, then sucks it between his lips, making me mewl because he’s just so good.

 -          I swear you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried, baby. So juicy, I could spend a lifetime eating you.

 Chris keeps his wonderful mouthy work, until he makes me cum the first time, adding his fingers to the process. It’s always like this: he makes sure I’m absolutely ready to take all of him, all of what he has to offer me, making me cum at least twice with his mouth only. I know I’m in for a really long night (but no one hears me complaining about it, oh no.).

The sensitivity in my core is too much, but he’s having none of it. He keeps lapping around my opening, then goes up and creates patterns with his tongue around my nub, drawing eights and different shapes to stimulate it. I grab a hold of the back of his head, making him immediately stop his movements and leave his tongue out, and I start grinding my wetness up and down his mouth, marking the rhythm and speed to my liking. I’m seconds away from coming, and he knows it because this is what I usually do when the pleasure his mouth gives me overwhelms my senses.

After a marvelous second orgasm, he climbs on top of me again, caressing my legs and pecking every inch of skin he reaches as he goes to my kiss my mouth. He places himself on his elbows, placing them on each side of my head, and with one delicate thrust he goes all in, getting a low and long moan from me and making me cling to him with all the sentiment and passion I feel for him.

-          Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight, still can’t believe this little cunt takes all of me in.

He lets out a low groan after that, being so into dirty talk, he can’t keep himself from saying the nastiest things I’ve ever heard right in my ear, which adds more lust to the situation.

Chris’ thrusts are slow but hard, taking his time to let me feel all of him inside me, making me moan and arch my back to him. He moves his arms to hold me close and still, taking his hands down to grab my ass, all while he’s still pounding into me. I grab myself with a firm grip on his shoulders, kissing him passionately as he becomes more agitated and uncoordinated, meaning he’s close.

One of his hands travel to my mound, and it doesn’t take him long to find my sensitive bundle of nerves and he starts rubbing it in swift but decided circles to bring me close to my third climax.

-          C’mon, baby. Cum for me, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around me, I’m right there with you, let’s cum together.

 The intensity of his words, the flicks on my clit and the powerful thrusts of his pelvis inside my channel, are enough to bring me to the ectasis that has been boiling inside of my lower belly, making me moan and groan out his name. The sudden tightness around his cock are what makes him go still and let a growl out of his pink and bruised mouth, releasing all of him inside my womb.

Riding me through my orgasm and his, Chris slows the pace of his thrusts, until he pulls put completely and lays all his weight on top of me, not that I mind in the slightest. I kiss his temple a couple of times, while holding him close to me, and I feel him kissing my shoulders and neck. Once our breaths are settled and calm, he rolls over to his side of the bed, bringing me with him to lay y head on his chest and interwind our lower joints. 

-          Thank you for today, love. It was amazing – I whisper against his pec and kiss him there.

 -          I should be thanking you, baby. Your gift got me even softer and weaker for you, and I thought that wasn’t even possible – he chuckles and I with him.  

-          It’s just something for you to remember me when you’re away working. 

 -          I always carry you with me, my sweet girl. And I always will- he whispers and then closes his eyes – I love you so much, honey.

 -          I love you too, big guy – I close my eyes and let sleep wash over me.

 We fall asleep like this, together, holding each other in a mix of sweat, body fluids and a promise of always loving each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

#christopher robert evans #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans one shot #chris evans

[legxllyblxndc]

gen 2 

chip montgomery - 24 - book editor - lives alone 

jeremiah gellar - 22 - currently performing in next to normal as gabe - lives with willow 

serena morley - 22 - 3rd year studying musical theatre at mountview - lives with katie

bridie saracen - 21 - freelance writer - lives with elias

fleur morley - 21 - 3rd year studying musical theatre at rada - lives alone

savannah morales - 21 - 3rd year studying sociology at bham - lives with wyatt, jude and ava

jude heyes - 21 - 3rd year studying sport science at bham - lives with wyatt, ava and sav

sylvie kidd - 20 - works in a restaurant - lives at home 

milo saracan - 20 - manager at the costella/saracen coffee shop - lives with minnie 

alba heyes - 19 - 1st year at bird studying musical theatre - lives at home 

gen 2.1

ashton kidd - 21 - 3rd year studying history at london met - lives with flatmates 

josie mccall - 21 - 3rd year studying journalism at london met - lives with flatmates

nathaniel granger - 20 - 1st year studying professional acting at lamda (after completing the foundation course last year) - lives with flatmates 

caleb knightingale - 20 - works in a cafe - lives at home 

henrietta drayton - 20 - 1st year studying musical theatre at guildford - lives alone 

robyn jacobs - 20 - 2nd year studying classical ballet and dance performance at the royal ballet school - lives at home

river wilson - 19 - 1st year studying politics at london met - lives with danny (and others) 

gen 3 

annie saracen - 20 - 3rd year studying primary education at london met - lives with landon

noah heyes - 19 - footballer. currently playing for chelseas under 23 team - lives alone 

benjamin abrams-morales - 19 - just got back from a backpacking trip around europe. currently working in a supermarket - lives at home 

tobias davenport - 19 - 2nd year studying business management at london met - lives alone

ivy kidd - 18 - 1st year studying veterinary medicine at university of london - lives with mia and penny 

grayson chase - 18 - works at the local cinema - lives at home 

iris saracen - 18 - 1st year studying law at london met - lives at home 

blake abbott - 18 - 1st year studying acting (musical theatre) at central - lives with flatmates 

piper knightingale - 18 - works at her mums salon - lives at home 

#time jump

[bellamiblaeke]

Have a nice Bob Morley kind of day™

#bob morley #idk if someone else already posted this or not #but it would take me forever to find it anyway so I will post this photo myself #if you are having a bad day just look at bob morley #what a happy smol bean #the 100 cast #bob morley and backpacks and bellamy and backpacks is the new aesthetic

[hollywoodland-hqs]

VOTE FOR THE BEST COSTUMES HERE

Masterlist under the cut:

INDIVIDUAL COSTUMES

Asa Butterfield as a Ghost’s Backpack/Ghost Dick

Evan Peters as Whatever The Fuck This Thing Is

Lady Gaga as A Ghost

Tom Hiddleston as The Phantom

Troian Bellisario as Rosie the Riveter

Bob Morley as A Puppy

Jennifer Lawrence as a T-Rex

Emilia Clarke as Jon Snow

Billie Lourd as Dorothy Gale

Ariana Grande as a Vampiress

Tom Holland as Firestorm

Jennifer Chastain as Little Red Riding Hood

Gemma Chan as Princess Buttercup

Sophie Turner as Shane Grey

Brie Larson as Poison Ivy

Joe Jonas as Sansa Stark

Finn Wittrock as Baywatch

Melissa Benoist as Emma Frost

Joe Keery as Cookie Monster

Lily James as Harley Quinn

Sebastian Stan as Han Solo

Fionn Whitehead as Ender

Harry Styles as David Bowie

Madelaine Petsch as Wonder Woman

Emma Stone as This Living Nightmare

Bill Skarsgaard as The Joker

Louis Tomlinson as Chewbacca

COUPLES COSTUMES

Lili Reinhart and Cole Sprouse as Juno and Pauly

Gigi Gaunt and Max Irons as Breakfast at Tiffanys

Saoirse Ronan and Jack Lowden as Barnum Characters

Zac Efron and Alex Daddario as Gaston and Belle

Dove Cameron and Luke Hemmings as Link and Zelda

#hwlfalltrip2019 #hwlcostume2019

[theflashgrant]

Elevator Trouble → Grant/Bob/Jaimie

Tagged: Grant Gustin, Bob Morley, Jaimie Alexander @sobobmorley @jaimiies @hollywoodlandhq Location: Elevator in Greece Time Frame: Wednesday June 20th Notes: Grant, Bob and Jaimie get stuck in an elevator when an Earthquake hits Greece.

Bob entered the elevator, still chatting away happily to Grant. He slid off his hat, pulled his fingers through his hair and swiped them against his shirt. It wasn't as hot as it was in LA but there was still a heat wave outside and he was thankful to be in the air conditioning. Reaching forward to press the button of the floor Grant was on so they could go up to his room and continue hanging out, Bob politely held the door open as a brunette stepped in. "Hey," he greeted her with a small smile. "So, you just wanna Netflix and chill?" He teased Grant, nudging him in the side as the doors closed.

Grant smiled as he walked into the elevator with Bob. He ran his fingers through Bob's hair playfully when he took off his hat. "Such a nice head of hair," he teased, ruffling it playfully. He waved at the brunette that came in, not knowing who she was exactly but wanting to be polite regardless. "You know it, babe," he teased, winking at Bob before turning to the brunette. "Hi, I'm Grant. This is my boyfriend, Bob," he said while grinning. "I'm totally kidding. We're-," he was cut off when he felt the elevator jolt, holding onto the railing behind him. "What the hell was that?"

Jaimie headed back to her suite after a nice hike she'd gone on solo. Sometimes she liked to get out into the great outdoors on her own. It was the independent personality inside of her. Ready for a hot bath and a glass of wine, she entered the elevator. She didn't recognise the gentlemen, but they were both polite and acknowledged her. "Hey," she offered in response, with a genuine smile, before hopping in beside them. After pressing for her floor, it was only a few seconds after the doors closed that something was obviously wrong. Reflexively she grabbed onto the railing during the bump before releasing it and looking at her companions. "I'm hoping nothing serious."

Bob Bob had clutched onto the railing as well and when it shuddered, he quickly glanced around. He quickly saw black, however, as the power flicked out. "Shit," he spoke out aloud and reached for his phone to use as a light but emergency lights flicked on and cast a green glow over Grant and the woman who had yet to introduce herself. "Uh.." He reached forward to press a button, any button on the elevator, but nothing happened. "I think we're stuck." Oh no. He didn't know what had happened but clearly the elevator had shut down. He stepped forward to press the emergency call button and when somebody answered, went, "Hey, the elevator's stuck. Can we get some help?" The dispatcher informed him there had been an earthquake and Bob groaned. Who knew how long they'd be stuck.

Grant was already starting to panic, not doing well in small, closed spaces. He knew the jolting was a terrible sign and now they still had no idea what was going on. He gripped the railing even tighter, closing his eyes and trying to take deep breaths. When Bob tried to get some info, they were informed that there was an earthquake and Grant immediately thought of Danielle and the kids, hoping they were alright. He quickly took out his phone to see if by chance there would be cell service, but of course there wasn't. "Great. This is just great," he muttered, leaning back against the wall as he started to sweat.

Jaimie stayed calm, it didn't seem like they were in any immediate danger, so she knew the best thing to do was not to panic and wait for assistance to arrive. After hearing that the problem was much dire than a simple malfunctioning elevator, she knew they would probably be in here longer than they would like. The other men tried their phones and noting that there was no cell service, she didn't try to reach for hers. She caught sight of their faces in the illuminating light of their phones for a few moments and one of the guys seemed a lot more spooked. Fishing inside her tote in the dark, her fingers grabbed a water bottle and offered to him, "Hey, you alright? I've got some water here, take it."

Bob glanced over at Grant. He could begin to hear his shallow breathing and immediately concerned, reached over to touch his shoulder. "Hey mate, we're going to be okay. I promise." Looking over at the woman, Bob held up his hand in greeting. "Hey, I'm Bob, like Grant said over here. How are you doing?" It looked him and Jaimie were going to have to keep Grant sane and steady. The more they panicked, the more the air in here would feel stifling. The power was off so no AC was blowing in and while it wasn't hot yet, he knew it would be after a while. Stripping off his shirt, Bob held up his phone to try and see if he had service. None. "We'll probably be out in an hour or so, I'm sure they're going to get these working first."

Grant took the woman's water gratefully, whispering a small thanks before taking a sip. Of course this would happen to him and it wasn't helping that he didn't know how Danielle and the kids were doing through it all either. It was hard to calm down with everything going on but at least he had Bob there since he was one of his good friends. He started moving his shirt a little bit to try and give himself some air but it wasn't happening in the slightest. "Dammit, I need cell service. I don't even know if my kids are okay," he sighed, running a hand through his now sweaty hair.

Jaimie was grateful she had packed so thoroughly for her trek, as if she knew something like this was happened. Unfortunately she didn't, she wouldn't have gotten into the elevator otherwise. Limited oxygen supply wasn't exactly the best scenario to be in, during a power outage. Taking out a towel, she offered it to the gentlemen, "it's probably gonna get hotter in here, if you guys need something for the sweat, take this towel." Bob introduced them to her and she replied, "my name's Jaimie..I would say nice to meet you, but under the circumstances.." she trailed off. Hearing about Grant worrying for his kids, she sympathised for him. "Hey, Grant? It didn't seem like a big one, I'm sure they're okay. I think we'd be in a worse situation if it was a massive earthquake." She tried to reassure him, knowing it probably wouldn't help, but it was the least she could do. "Did they say when they were gonna send someone down to help us?"

Bob "Hey Jaimie," Bob nodded at her. He took the towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. He wasn't overheating yet but he knew it was just a matter of time. "I bet Danielle and the kids are fine," he reassured Grant. "Like Jaimie said, we would've felt it if it were a massive earthquake and the guy didn't say there had been any casualities. He didn't sound too worried so we shouldn't be either." Bob knew this was easier said than done - he was pissed his cell phone wouldn't work because all he could think about was if Marie was okay and where she was. He couldn't even remember what she had been doing this evening. "No," he shook his head in response to Jaimie's question. "But hopefully not too long." Sitting down on the floor, Bob messed with his hair again. "Let's try to distract ourselves."

Grant appreciated how sweet this woman was being, especially since they had just met her. He took the towel from her with a thank you and he started wiping his face gently. He then took off his shirt like Bob did, hoping that would cool him off a bit even if he knew he was sweating mainly because of how nervous he was. "Yeah, I know. It's just hard not to think the worst when I don't know for sure," he mumbled. He took a deep breath and nodded, hoping the hour would go by quickly and maybe they would even get them out of there before then. "Distractions are a good idea. Tell us more about yourself, Jaimie. You already seem like an amazing person."

Jaimie was glad she could help relieve some of the tension and initial panic. She tried to stay calm and level headed during situations like these, not that she ran around getting herself into trouble on a daily basis, but she wanted to be helpful in any case. Maybe if they were in an airplane, it would be a different situation and she would be the one who needed comforting, but right now, she hoped she could offer a little bit of relief. She sighed when Bob mentioned that the emergency assistance didn't say when they would arrive, that would mean an undetermined amount of time and there was nothing worse than not knowing. Something she understood and why Grant was so worried. She nodded in the darkness, despite them not being able to see her, she smiled too, at Grant's compliment. "You've gotten into my good books already just by saying that. Um..I don't know what there is to tell, I'm an actress, I enjoy adventure, which is why I'm so prepared..I just got back from a hike, which was really lucky actually."

Bob "Definitely lucky," Bob chuckled. It seemed like Jaimie had a backpack full of essentials and Bob wouldn't want to be trapped with anyone else right now. Plus, she was helping him to keep Grant calm. "An actress, huh? That's awesome." Bob hadn't seen her on TV before but Bob also didn't want a bunch of TV apart from Netflix and the occasional iZombie episodes. "Grant and I are on the CW. He plays The Flash and I'm on The 100." He didn't know if she had heard of those shows but it never hurt to introduce themselves. "How did your hike go?" The elevator shuddered again and Bob swallowed. "Probably just the aftershock," he spoke. "Um..got any food in there?"

Grant smiled softly and nodded as she spoke. "Yeah, thank god you did. You have some essentials in there that are definitely helping," he chuckled, deciding to sit down and lean back against the elevator wall now. It was clear they'd be there for a while so he might as well try to make himself comfortable. He listened as Jaimie said she was an actress, glad that Bob took over and spoke since he still felt like heart pounding due to the situation they were in. When the elevator jolted again, Grant cursed under his breath and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. "So you're an actress...tv or movies? What have you been in? Maybe I've seen you in something and didn't even realize."

Jaimie wasn't the type of person to chat away about herself, but it was a distraction they all needed, so she obliged and tried to fill in the silence. She was talkative and sociable, so it wasn't hard for her to keep the conversation flowing, even if it was mainly just her talking. After the second shudder, Jaimie felt it was a good idea to sit down; better to conserve her energy and since they were going to be there for awhile, it seemed reasonable to be as comfortable as possible. She drowned out the wave of fear by answering Bob and Grant. "I do have..one protein bar, I don't know if you'd like it, but here," she offered into the darkness after rummaging in her bag." She tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear and tried to concentrate, "Uh..a bit of both. I was in a couple of the Thor movies, so that let be guest star on Agents of SHIELD, I'm starring in Blindspot right now, which you may or may not have heard of." She'd heard of their shows and the network CW, which usually held the young popular talent -- which she assumed they both were.

Bob didn't want to eat the entire power bar so he broke just a chunk off and chewed it slowly. It tasted good and his stomach wasn't growling yet so he considered that a definite good thing. "Oh, cool. I've heard of Blindspot. And you were in Thor? That's pretty awesome." Bob had admiration for anyone in superhero movies and he just wished he could join the universe sometimes, whether it be a goodie or a baddie. He raised the towel to wipe at his forehead. "Grant, mate, you doing okay?" He was going to be annoying and keep checking on him just in case.

Grant listened as Jaimie listened what she had been in and even though he hadn't seen anything she was in, he had heard of pretty much all of it and found it impressive. "That's awesome. I've heard good things about Blindspot but haven't gotten to watch it yet. Now I definitely will so I can see you in it," he said with a smile. Taking a deep breath, Grant leaned into Bob as he tried to stay calm, the distractions helping him some as the time went on. "Yeah, thanks man. Just hoping we get out of here soon," he sighed. "So, Jaimie. Are you single?" He blurted out. "I mean...I'm not trying to...I'm married," he said quickly. "Just trying to make conversation here. And I already know pretty much everything I need to know about Bobby. He's the best. Doesn't he have the coolest accent?"

Jaimie found both of them extremely friendly and endearing, which made being stuck in a elevator slightly more pleasant than if she'd been stuck alone or with a different kind of personality. They made the experience somewhat bearable, despite the heat, low oxygen supply and being stuck in a confined space. They both had heard of her projects and that made her proud of the work she'd done. "You don't have to say that for my benefit, really -- but if you happen to, definitely let me know what you think." Her expression was one of abrupt surprise, but hearing Grant ramble nervously and trying to explain himself, made her laugh loudly. "You're too cute, that's hilarious -- you were talking about kids earlier, so I was hoping there was a wife in the picture. I mean yeah, Bob's accent is pretty great..but to answer your initial question, yes. I'm very much single at the moment," she laughed again.

Bob rolled his eyes playfully at Grant's compliment but leaned his head against his. Grant was always hyping him up and he loved the man for it. "Maybe you'll find somebody on the trip," he told Jaimie with a small smile and then glanced up at the ceiling. He was starting to feel panicky himself, not being a fan of small and enclosed spaces. It made him think back to his cage conversation with Marie and how twitchy he had felt just thinking about crawling into one and not being able to get out. He stood up and pressed the emergency button again, wanting to hear if there was some progress. "Any news on when we're going to get out of here?" He asked and breathed a sigh of relief when the operator answered, "About ten more minutes. We're trying to get somebody to you guys now."

Grant smiled and nodded. "I definitely will," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I get rambly when I'm nervous. As you can probably tell. But I do have a wife so I'm a lucky guy. Bob's right, maybe you'll find someone on the trip. It usually happens when you least expect it," he said, smiling slightly. When Bob went to see if there was any progress, Grant hoped that there was, not knowing how much longer he could really stay in this small space. Thankfully he heard the guy say that in ten more minutes they would have someone come and rescue them and Grant sighed in relief. "Thank god," he whispered.

Jaimie smiled into the darkness at the guys' optimism. "I'm in no rush, but I guess it would be nice to have someone -- you guys seem happier for it and I'm a little bit of a romantic too..just don't tell anyone," she laughed. Jaimie shifted her position, wiping a few beads of sweat from her lip. She joined in in a collective sigh of relief when the operator let them know it wouldn't be long now until someone could come get them. It felt like they'd been down there for an eternity and yet the time almost passed quickly as well. They were good company and she was glad she was stuck with such open strangers.

Bob was practically bouncing on his feet as he waited for somebody to come let them out. He heard a few cranks and some hinges squeaking and just when he thought he would truly pass out from anticipation, the doors were being shoved open and a hand was extended towards them. Bob backed up and waited for Jaimie to go through first, and then Grant, and then Bob. He sucked in a huge breath of air. "Thank God," he breathed out. "Everybody okay? Let's go try and see if we can find everyone else."

#et

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The allium is blooming! These are a favorite of Miss Morley, not only because they’re purple, of course, but also because they’re so gosh darn cute. Big purple pom-poms of flowers atop long stalks? Yes, please! At least that’s what Morley always says. While other plants grow single flowers, allium is really an over-achiever, displaying clusters of many tiny flowers in one. Morley applauds its efforts, because something else she always says is, “Go big or go home!” =)

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[newstfionline]

Millennials disrupted the system. Gen Z is here to fix the mess.

By Rhonda Colvin, Washington Post, February 24, 2018

The articulate and organized calls for action from the students of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School have brought the nation’s attention back to the unsettled gun debate. If the history of generational cycles tells us anything, this cohort could be the one to usher in change.

They are called “plurals,” also known as Gen Z or iGen. Researchers disagree on when the generation begins, establishing their first birth year sometime between 1995 and 2003.

Some researchers prefer the term “plurals,” short for pluralist generation, because when they are all born, they will be a majority-nonwhite generation, researcher Morley Winograd said.

Plurals are known to value compromise, he said, a byproduct of their diversity and comfort with working with peers from different backgrounds. They are also in line to be an “adaptive” generation. These cohorts tend to come right after disruptive generations that change society in significant ways, such as millennials. When adaptive groups come of age, they take the problems that were brought to light by their predecessors and try to work them out.

About US talked with Winograd about what is shaping plurals’ worldview and how they could have lasting effects on all of us. This interview has been edited for length and clarity.

About US: Millennials also experienced school shootings, but will the group that comes after them be more able to come up with a solution?

Winograd: In historical context, think about the Tuskegee Airmen, who endured discrimination in World War II and still fought bravely, gloriously, but came back to a society that was unchanged.

Were they the ones who then solved that problem? No. It was the generation after them who found a leader who could address that problem.

In the millennial case, you start with Columbine and you go through all the sad stories of the years that follow in terms of school shootings, and you have millennials who are very concerned about their personal safety. As a generation, it’s just a major generational concern. 9/11 only heightened that concern. So they learn how to hide in case of emergency and run for cover, and they endured backpack examinations and mag readers as they entered school, and they sort of accepted that because personal safety and security is very important to them. But they didn’t do anything to fix the problem.

Here comes the generation that says, “Okay, we got all that; we’re used to living in the same world you are, but we’re not satisfied with that. We’re actually going to go fix it.”

A few years ago, I interviewed you about plurals and their gun politics, and you said, “America usually gets the generation it needs when it needs it.” Do you feel that’s the case with what we’re seeing from the Parkland students?

Yes. The cycle, when it works, generally means that as society reaches kind of a breaking point, and whatever the current intergenerational situation dynamic is, along comes another one who supplied the missing ingredient.

What we need now is sort of, “Okay, America, let’s all settle down. Let’s figure out how to make this all work. We understand each other; we understand their differences. We’re not afraid of differences, but differences don’t mean we should be mad at each other or angry or unwilling to speak to each other. It means we just have to learn how to deal with each other and live with each other.” And that’s what the plurals will bring.

Do you think their political views will change as they get older? Or are their core characteristics part of them no matter what?

They are there no matter what. [Plurals] are not quite old enough for us to know exactly what that means because--the psychological term is the “age of maturity”--it’s between 17 until about mid-20s. This is a time in life where psychologists see people sort of evaluating the world for the first time in terms of what they believe.

So not what their parents believe, not what their friends believe, but they get enough experience in the world, they have a wide enough view, they’ve gone through school, they’ve learned history, hopefully, they’ve had some personal experiences, and they have come to some conclusions about how the world works. And when they reach those conclusions, those don’t change--those paradigms, if you will, don’t change.

#Gen Z #iGen #plurals #Generation Z

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Exploring the island of Bali and Nusa Penida, trying to see as many places as I could! I travelled 1,731km by scooter to try and find some places away from the norm. Credit to Nic Morley on YouTube Location: Bali . . . . #wanderlust #Instatravel #traveller #beautifuldestinations #traveldiaries #tlpicks #earthpix #travelgram #Travel #adventure #wanderlust #vacation #explore #explorers #holiday #Travels #Traveller #Traveling #Backpacking #Travelphoto #TravelPhotography #Travelinggram #travelblog #travelblogger #traveladdict #exploretocreate #youliketotravel #travelphotography #travelinspiration

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I aspire to be the kind of hot where pretty girls flirt with me in the club while I’m wearing a giant a** backpack like a dork

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Five things

Thanks to @frecklessbellamy for tagging me in this (even if it took me a 100 years to do it) and special thx to @starboybellamy for making me remember to do it (even if she didn't know she did lol) Five things you will find in my bag/backpack: 1) phone 
2) wallet
3) drawing pad
4) pencils 
5) tampons(you never know...) Five things you will find in my bedroom: 1) 275 books (yes I counted)
2) a drawing pad
3) my pic with Bob Morley 
4) jewelry here and there
5) me Five things I’ve always wanted to do in life: 1) travel 
2) have a goat 
3) learn how to kick ass
4) learn how to do music (also draw well) 5) win a gift card that I can use to buy a looooot of books with Five things on my to do list: 1) pass math
2) finish my pile of unread books
3) watch all the series I have to watch
4) do laundry 
5) buy some mangoes Five things people may not know about me: 1) I think spiders are cute 
2) I despise chocolate (even white? YES) 3) if i was born one year and one hour later I'd have been born on the 29 of February 
4) I have a really high pitched sneeze
5) Im bi I tag everyone who sees this

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[atombooks]

Read chapter one of The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos by Kami Garcia

This January, Mulder and Scully are back in the The X- Files: Origins, a new YA book series. Read chapter one of Agent of Chaos, by Kami Garcia, which is out now. 

Chapter 1 

Washington, DC March 30, 1979, 3:32 P.M.

Packs of teenagers, pumped for the official start of spring break, rushed past the black sedan parked across from the high school, unaware they were being watched from behind the car’s tinted windows. Jocks wearing Wilson High jerseys carried pretty cheerleaders on their shoulders, enjoying the chance to finally touch some thigh. Other guys horsed around in the road, showing off for girls in tight jeans who pretended not to notice them.

Most of the teens didn’t give the car a second glance. Black vehicles with tinted windows were as common as pigeons in Washington, DC—home base of the Secret Service, the CIA, and the FBI.

The man in the passenger seat scanned the face of every boy jaywalking across the road, searching for one in particular. “No sign of him yet,” he said, directing his comment at the older man behind the wheel.

“A powerful observation, Reginald,” his boss deadpanned. He sounded like somebody’s grandfather, and next to Reggie, he looked like one.

Reggie’s dark brown skin was as smooth as a newborn baby’s, and the short Afro tucked under his tweed newsboy cap only added to his boyish good looks. His bushy black mustache and sophisticated style—like the fitted white shirt, tan suede blazer, and flared black slacks he had on today—kept him from being mistaken for a college kid.

Even if the boss ditched the starched shirt, wide tie, and conservative side part, he couldn’t hide the lines etched into his pale skin like scars, or the worn look behind his cold eyes.

Reggie turned his attention back to the teens. They were still running on adrenaline and the illusion of freedom that youth offered. He watched them with a pang of envy. “It’s like they think nothing can touch them. Remember how that felt?” 

“No. I was never an idiot.” The boss tapped his thumb against the steering wheel without disturbing the funnel of ash on the end of the cigarette in his hand. “People see what they want to see, which is generally nothing important.”

So much for small talk, Reggie thought as he continued to search the horde of kids. “There’s no way we could’ve missed him.”

“Your powers of deduction never disappoint me.” The boss took a drag from the Morley and exhaled slowly.

The cloud of smoke made Reggie’s eyes water, but he ignored it and focused on the funnel of ash, waiting for it to break off.

“The prodigal son appears.” The boss pointed his cigarette across the street at two boys walking down the sidewalk with backpacks slung over their shoulders.

Fox Mulder was a handsome kid—lean like a swimmer, with a look that was the perfect balance between clean-cut and I-don’tgive-a-crap. His dark brown hair hit just past the collar of his striped shirt, and the front was long enough to cover his eyes a little. Girls ate up that kind of thing. Fox stared into space as he shuffled along, holding a crumpled piece of paper.

The other boy was a different story. He was shorter than Fox by a foot, and the kid’s straight blond hair hung in his face, as if he was growing out a bad bowl haircut. His dirt-brown T-shirt featured a faded image of a scene from Star Wars, and his jeans were so long that the frayed bottoms dragged on the sidewalk.

The kid was talking nonstop, gesturing wildly and buzzing around Fox like a housefly. From the look of it, he could use a strip of duct tape to cover his mouth.

Reggie wasn’t a fan of talkers. They were a liability. “Who’s the kid with Bill Mulder’s son?”

“Are you familiar with the concept of research?” The boss finally tapped the cigarette against the edge of the ashtray, and the ash broke off in one piece, as if on command. He crushed the butt and focused his watery-blue eyes on Reggie. “Let me enlighten you. It’s a practice professionals use to obtain information so we don’t have to rely on assumptions.”

Reggie was tempted to fire back with a smart remark of his own, but the boss would make him regret it later. The organization they worked for was built on the backs of men and women with ice running through their veins—individuals willing to do whatever needed to be done, regardless of the cost—and the smoking man next to him was one of them.

“What’s my assignment?” Reggie wanted to get down to business. “Do you want me to collect Bill’s son?”

Collect sounded more civilized than abduct.

“Taking Samantha Mulder was partly insurance to keep her father from talking.” The boss opened a new pack of cigarettes and flicked his wrist, freeing one from the box. “And we all had to make sacrifices. But it would break Bill if we took his son, too, and right now we need him. The Project is at a critical stage that requires people with specific skills, and Bill Mulder is one of them.”

He lit the Morley and continued talking, with the cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth. “So we have to keep an eye on Bill and his son. Follow the boy around and let me know if he does anything interesting. We’re also assessing Fox for potential recruitment.”

Tailing a teenager during spring break was a crap job, but Reggie wasn’t high enough in the food chain yet to complain about it. Instead he asked, “Who the hell names their kid Fox? His parents must hate him.”

“Bill and Teena are too busy hating each other. They were barely speaking when Bill moved out of the house in the fall.” The boss stared out the window, tracking Fox Mulder’s progress down the street. “The timing was perfect, actually. We stepped in and relocated Bill from Martha’s Vineyard to DC so he could work on the Project full-time. Fox came with him.”

“I’m surprised the kid’s mom let him go,” Reggie said. “My aunt and uncle divorced when I was young, and they butted heads about everything.”

“If I gave you the impression that I want to swap childhood memories, let me clarify. I don’t.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, and a new funnel of ash began to form. “Interestingly enough, sending Fox to live with his dad was Teena’s idea.”

“Doesn’t that seem strange?” Reggie asked, ignoring the insult.

“It does.” The boss exhaled, and a ribbon of smoke curled its way toward Reggie, who finally coughed and reached for the window handle. The boss snapped his fingers and pointed at the glass. “It stays up.”

Reggie ignored the burning sensation in his throat. He refused to appear weak in front of a man who had once referred to weakness as a disease during a debriefing. “Do you think Fox’s mom knows something?”

“The jury is still out. But when the verdict comes in, I’ll deal with Teena Mulder personally.” Another trail of smoke snaked from the boss’s chapped lips. “You focus on Fox. Update me directly—and only me.”

“So no reports?”

“Keep them to a minimum. We don’t want to leave any bread crumbs. So from this point on, you no longer have a name. 

“Sign your reports as ‘X.’”

The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos, by Kami Garcia is out now.

The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate, by Jonathan Maberry is also available now. 

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