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nightwingshero · 3 years

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relationships + blair!

Thank you, love!

1. Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Oh, absolutely. Blair has a ton of friends, it’s hard to not be friends with her...for the most part. Some people you just can’t get along with, no matter how hard you try. As for a best friend, that’s hard because there are a few she’s super close with. I would say it would either be Sara, Tori, Felicity, Caitlin, or Cisco. Barry and Iris are more close friends of hers too, but those are the big ones. Blair loves her fellow nerds, you know? And she’s known Tori since high school, they go pretty far back. She has a special bond with each of them, even Ray and Mick. Girl has a decent-sized circle around her.

2. What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

It’s honestly a mixture, but most of them are nerds. Her and Sara are close, mostly because they’ve fought together in Star City and developed a bond when Laurel and Felicity introduced them. It’s mostly something familiar and they’ve built a mutual respect, and the loss of Laurel hit them hard and brought them even closer with understanding. Cisco, Caitlin, and her worked together before the Particle Accelerator exploded. It’s a lasting friendship, though, which is why she feels so comfortable going to them to help her with her powers. As her canon progresses, more and more people get added to that circle: Ray, Oliver, Felicity, Lisa Snart...honestly, she’s just a friendly person. She plays a very supportive role within the group, someone who has a balance of logical reasoning and emotional understanding/empathy. Blair is a problem solver, too, whether it’s something she needs to help when it comes to the field (fighting bad guys and such) or just offering advice.

3. What’s their love life like? Do they have any kids?

Blair’s love life is...complicated, to say the least (listen, I tried to make it simple, and she wasn’t having it. This is her fault. I wanted her shipped with Oliver Queen or Ray Palmer...these things didn’t happen). Her first serious relationship was with Carmen, who she met in college, and they ended up becoming engaged. When Blair went into a coma, Carmen eventually left and moved on because she didn’t really know if Blair was going to wake up or not. After that, Blair had a fling or two, dating here and there, but nothing serious and it didn’t happen often because she’s definitely someone who throws herself into her research, and she was helping Ray build his A.T.O.M. suit. Her main love interest is Leonard Snart, though. It’s a slow build up...because you know...he’s a criminal. But they grow close after she helps save his sister, he helps Barry at Christmas with the Trickster and Weather Wizard, and even more when she joins the Legends. They talk about a future for them after taking down Vandal Savage, but that kind of goes out of the window when Leonard sacrifices himself (he really gets time scattered...like I said...complicated), and it’s the first time they kiss and she tells him she loves him. After being brainwashed by bad guys and used against the team, Leonard is brought back and they get together once his memories return. They eventually have a daughter together, Leonard giving up the crime life (for the most part at least. Barry and Team Flash are lenient) as they settle down.

4. Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Blair trusts her friends and team. The one person I don’t think she ever fully trusts is Rip Hunter, especially with the shit he pulls when she joins and sees how he leads. It gets worse, and she has a hard time dealing with it, it’s a terrible first impression that absolutely lasts. She looks up to Wells (Earth-2, even if they disagree from time to time), her father, and Martin Stein. Most of them are mentors to her, people that have always guided her. Martin is someone she looked up to and someone she eventually works alongside often when joining the Legends. He’s like a second father to her, and she often helps him with his relationship with his daughter, Lily.

5. Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

Blair doesn’t hate easily or lightly. Malcolm Merlyn, Damien Dahrk, Eobard Thawn, and Zoom are the main ones she can’t stand. Lewis Snart lowkey makes that list once she learns what he did to his children, and how he put a bomb in his own daughter to control Leonard. Rip Hunter is someone that makes her bad list, even if he was their captain at one point and is someone that the Legends work with. She doesn’t forget what he did when they were going after Vandal Savage, and she can’t bring herself to fully trust him, even if Sara and the rest of the Legends do.

6. Do they have any pets?

She does! Blair has an orange cat named Sol and a moonstone cornsnake named Luna. She loves her cat and just...loves reptiles. Felicity takes care of them when she’s away, especially when she goes on the Waverider.

7. Are they good with kids? Animals?

Absolutely! Blair loves animals, she gets excited when she sees dogs and cats, or any other pet she’s introduced to. As for kids, she is for sure. She’ll babysit for Lyla and Diggle when they need it, and she’ll do tours at Palmer Technologies on career day and S.T.A.R Labs when H.R. Wells opens the lab as a museum. She’s even done things at the planetarium when needed. Her mother is a teacher, so being around kids is something she’s used to. She’s a lot of fun, honestly. But it surprises no one that Blair is so good with kids, she’s just that kind of person.

#oc: blair chambers #my ocs #asks #arrowverse

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mentallydatingahotcelebrity · 4 years

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Rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

I was tagged by @nothinggold13! Thanks, I adore these!

1. Name: Mariah

2. Nickname: Windy/MJ/Riah (most of my friends and people I know call me Windy online—my brother calls me MJ like the character in Spider-Man—and my close family calls me Riah)

3. Zodiac Sign: Gemini

4. Height: 5’2 (but I think I’m probably shorter; most 5’2 girls s is m taller? idk)

5. Languages: English (and a teensy bit of German)

6. Nationality: American

7. Favourite Season: spring/autumn!

8. Favourite Flower: roses, wisteria, lilac, and azaleas (I can never pick just ONE! They’re all too lovely)

9. Favourite Scent: horses smell A-MAZING! But I also love the way rivers and forests smell.

10. Favourite Color: forest green (but pretty much every rich shade of green). (And no, this has nothing to do with Loki; I’ve literally adored the color my whole life lol).

11. Favourite Animals: Horses. Always horses. They hold a special place in my heart.

12. Favourite Fictional Character: Robin Hood (though Loki is a close second!)

13. Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: honestly, depending on how they’re all made, all of them! Though Hot Chocolate is more for holidays/special occasions.

14. Average Amount of Sleep: 6 hours (sometimes less). I wake up intermittently throughout the night, and I have insomnia where I can’t sleep sometimes at all. Ugh.

15. Dogs or Cats: Cats are cute, but definitely DOGS.

16. Number of Blankets You Sleep with: I loooove blankets (mostly making them and pretty ones) but I can only stand to have one. It’s a fleece and microfiber comforter that works great for both summer and winter.

17. Dream Trip: I want to tour all of Europe and visit Russia! Just allllll those historic spots (also to visit locations of favorite authors—like C. S. Lewis!)

18. Blog Eatablished: October 18th 2014 (and then I never used it for AGES lol).

19. Followers: 361!!!

20. Random Fact: I know a lot about Historical Fashion, animal husbandry, literature, and pirates. I’m a weird amalgam of knowledge lol. Writing makes me know weird random things. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Tags: Since I don’t think I could tag TWENTY PEOPLE (😳) I’m just going to tag who I know—if you see this, feel free to join in!

@dkmbookworm @miraithislife @turniptitaness @thecornercoffeeshop @the-haven-of-fiction @thebooknook @fast-and-the-curious @lokitomhiddlestonavengerslover @lokiloveforever @lokis-queen05 @theindependentconservative @turtlasting @lotrreactionmemes @paula-of-christ

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spiderrpcrkerwrites · 4 years

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La Vie En Rose

a/n: Fell into the trap and finally wrote a bucky fic. I’m still on hiatus, just wrote this one night and thought I’d upload it. This is based on the film ‘Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na’ and this is some self-indulgent floofy shit. Thanks to @thebookwormslytherin and @bucket-barn for beta reading it

This version of the song was my inspo for this (The other songs used are Almost (sweet) music by Hozier and That’s Amore by Dean Lewis

"Pullll me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you caaaaast…" the entire backseat droned on as Sam thought to join in before he saw Anne's face and decided not to.

"Sorry, this song just has a special meaning for our group." He said sheepishly, as Nat, Peggy, and Steve finished with a flourish.

"Yes, that's why we're being treated to it since 5th Avenue."

"Told you guys, she's very funny." Sam turned around to face his friends before his eyes went to the road again.

They had been traveling for a good 30 minutes, off to pick up some friends of, well, her semi-boyfriend's. When she'd initially met the other three, all of whom were his uni mates, Anne had liked them well enough. Now that all three were determined to raise Edith Pilaf from her grave, she felt ready to jump out of the window.

She strode away from Sam, trailing after Steve and Peggy who were walking hand in hand. Sam stopped to lock the car as Nat watched on.

"What?"

"When is your flight taking off?"

"Huh?"

"Sam, baby, when are you telling her?"

"Telling who what?"

"You know, 'I wouldn't know where to start...'" Natasha sung in her worst baritone as he rolled his eyes.

"Look, we're taking it slow."

"Yes, very slow. Bring a pilot on her day off to an airport. You're such a dumbass." She smacked him on the shoulder.

They caught up to the other three, who sat outside the entrance. Anne was tapping at her phone angrily.

"Why are we outside?" He asked Steve.

"There's a bomb threat, apparently. And also their flight is late."

"Fuck me." Anne now looked up. "We'll have to stay out here?"

"Don't you like airports?" Peggy asked her, a single eyebrow raised.

"Nope. Hate em."

"I love airports." Natasha sat down next to Anne. "Every goodbye here is full of stories."

"How nice. I hate stories. Especially those that end at airports." She frowned.

"Well, I've got a great story for you. And we don't have much to do anyway. There's some very bad weather on their side."

"Ugh, my battery is about to die. Go on then, this tale of yours. If it's boring I'll tell you though."

"I swear you won't. Okay then, how shall I start?"

"Tell her about the trip!" Steve sat up straight.

"Oh, let me start properly." Nat stretched her arms. "Sam, go get some snacks. This is a long story. Now, our story starts with Bucky and Y/N..."

"Any plans for what you're going to do after?" Nat asked Y/N as the latter stretched towards a taco. Frowning at Nat, she picked it up and sighed.

"Nope. Probably going to waste my time going around on stupid outings like this." She gasped as Bucky took the taco out of her hand, biting into it, eyebrows raise. She smacked him on the shoulder and reached for another.

"You two could always get married." Sam quipped, eyeing Steve as he said so, who turned away, suddenly fascinated with a wall clock.

"For the last time, no. Bucky snores in his sleep. Also, I'm sure his girlfriend would mind very much."

"Wait. Girlfriend?" Peggy sat up. "Seriously?"

"We've been on just two dates, guys. It's nothing serious."

"Pretty sure she'll have a problem with your other girlfriend, Buck." At this Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Well, when are we meeting her?" At Nat saying this, the others joined in, teasing and threatening Bucky.

"I've asked her to come along on the skiing trip, you could meet her then." He got up. "I'm off. Doll, you coming?"

"Eww, they're dating?"

"No, no. That's what everyone thought. They had been friends since childhood when Y/N had beat his ass with a barbie. Now, don't interrupt me."

The trip was supposed to be their last hurrah before they all took the world by storm. Or were supposed to, at least. Y/N didn't think it was a great time to introduce Bucky's girlfriend, Alyssa, who had met her and had asked her twice if she really was just his friend. 'Why else was she calling him at 3 A.M.?' Was her justification for the Spanish Inquisition.

Y/N sighed for the 50th time since coming back from the first day of skiing.

"You do that a lot these days?" Peggy sat down beside her, blowing a kiss at Steve, who sat a few feet away.

"Eugh. It's seeing all you lovey dovey people that's giving me a headache." Y/N had accidentally walked in on them making out after a party at Sam's apartment, who had grasped her by the shoulders and gently guided her out. He had explained the two had apparently fallen for each other over the course of describing their ideal partners to each other.

"Well, Sam's always available. Nat, I suspect, is off talking to Sharon so she might not be."

"Please, no. Now, tell Steve to get you hot cocoa I can steal off of you later."

"I'm sensing some unrequited love here." Anne was the one sighing now. It was interesting, yes, but she was not about to eat her words. Steve and Peggy returned from their jaunt to see when the flight would be landing, so far it didn't show any signs.

"Mmm, maybe. We were all sure they were the only ones who didn't realize how much they acted like a couple. Bucky and Alyssa kept dating, though. You had to practically keep them off each other like magnets."

"And Y/N? Didn't she say anything to Bucky?"

"I think she was happy at him being happy too. She cared about that more than anything else."

The bonfire spat and threw sparks into the air as the group sat in front, freezing cold. Alyssa was not present there, quoting a family urgency. Some sick part of Y/N felt great about it. She kept quiet as she snuggled up next to Bucky, who put an arm around her. She looked up as Steve hummed quietly.

"Please, no singing." Sam woke up from his apparent sleep. Steve started singing loudly, leading everyone to start groaning.

"When the moon hits your eye…"

"No, God no!" Sam sat up straight as Nat hooted with laughter at him sticking his glove laced fingers in his ears.

"Okay, then, Sammy, what song would you sing if you fell in love?"

"Hmm. What about…" He played the opening lines of Almost Sweet Music on the guitar that had mostly been left alone the whole night. Y/N smiled and started clapping as Sam started to sing and later everyone joined in.

"What would you sing, James?" Peggy turned to Bucky now.

"Hmm. That's a secret."

"Come on." Y/N punched his arm. "Give us a demo."

"Noooo."

"Come onnnn!"

"Ugh fine. Probably La Vie En Rose."

"Did you sing that to Alyssa yet?" Natasha turned to him as Sam gave Y/N a single raised eyebrow.

"We're not in love. But if it happens…"

"You should practice for that!" Y/N cheered as Sam handed her the guitar. "Come on, I'll play."

Bucky smiled, closed his eyes and began to sing. His phone glowed once or twice, but someone put it on silent. Meanwhile, a mile or so away, Alyssa slammed her phone down.

"Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?"

"Like you couldn't imagine." Peggy smiled. "Those two really were idiots. And they would get more and more ridiculous as time went on."

After the trip, it seemed like Bucky and Alyssa couldn't even stand to talk to each other. She unceremoniously dumped him and came over once to give him his stuff. Noticing Y/N coming out of the washroom, she glared at her and left.

Were they really just friends if so many people seemed to suggest the opposite? Bucky wondered as Y/N put on a movie and crashed on the couch, snuggling up to him as usual. He didn't put his arm around her, opting to put it on the back of the sofa. She frowned and put it on her shoulders, seemingly paying no heed.

And then she went and decided to date Brock Rumlow.

"What the fuck?" Anne was visibly shocked. Sam handed her a Dorito as she gasped at Natasha, who simply shrugged.

"That was our exact reaction, too."

"Seriously? Rumlow? Doll, you have several options!"

"Bucky, you know him! He's Uncle Noah's son; he's nice. And it's just a movie."

"Correction: he used to be nice. Then he keyed a car and stole things and bullied the hell out of everyone."

"I didn't say anything about Alyssa, okay? Lemme live, jesus."

"Are they pining yet? Is the pining happening yet?"

"Patience, Annie dearest. It's barely begun. But yes, to answer your question, the pining had begun."

"I just don't know what she sees in him. I could find her a better guy." Bucky complained to Nat one night as they sat in her room, him angry over Y/N canceling plans over Brock thinking she and Bucky were too close.

"Then do it. Is there anyone out there who could meet your standards for the best guy for her?"

"I-I know Rumlow, okay? He's the worst." Maybe it wasn't about him. Maybe it was the fact that he had begun to see how well he and Y/N went together or how much he loathed to see her with anyone else.

"Aha! It's finally mutual! So,happy ending? They confess and Y/N and Brock broke up?"

"Hmm. Yes and no."

She did break up with Rumlow, when he started pointing too much at her and Bucky's friendship. Feelings annoyed her to hell.

She announced to everyone that she was off doing a three-year course in Los Angeles. Everyone felt she needed the break, but they also felt concerned at seeing Bucky and Y/N, who couldn't even go to the corner store without telling each other, would go without seeing each other for three whole years.

"Oh God, is this where the airport part comes in?"

"Bingo, baby!"

After they'd seen her off, Nat was driving them home. She saw Bucky in the passenger seat, incessantly texting someone. She hummed as he looked up.

"What."

"You should've told her. Its practically reeking off you two."

"The only thing worse than long distance friendship is a relationship, Nat."

"And the one thing worse than that is having mutual feelings but never conforming them. I'm pulling over,you call her right now."

"And then?"

"Then what, he called, we cheered. As soon as she picked up, he sang that stupid song of his, through a storm of tears. Judging by him jumping up and down, she probably accepted."

"And then?" Anne sat on the edge of her seat.

"Well, we drove straight to the airport to have a ticket done for him for three weeks later. They didn't get that epic cinematic kiss at the airport, because well, security, but they did send a disgusting one in a picture later."

"Hey! The flight's landed!" Sam announced as he jogged over to where they were sitting. The others cheered and stood up to go greet their friends as Anne remained sitting.

"What? You don't want to see the stars of the story?" He sat down beside her. She hung her head down and smiled at the ground, and started singing in the lowest of voices, "Came in from the outside..." as she looked up at him. Sam grinned and swept her into his arms.

"Oh ew, are they kissing?"

"Thank God, I couldn't stop through another Y/N-Bucky esque drama. One is quite enough."

"Speaking of, there they are!" Peggy waved at them as Natasha and Steve looked towards arrivals

Later, when Bucky and Y/N were informed it was Sam's now-girlfriend that had been told their story to pass the time, they tried to figure which was more confusing. The fact that a stranger knew about them or the fact that said stranger was now Sam's girlfriend.

They both gave up eventually.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky imagine #mcu imagine #bucky x fem!reader #bucky barnes x fem!Reader #no powers au #My writing

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we-are-the-rebellion · 4 years

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Everything Is Gonna Be Fine - File 005

Date: 3/5/215

Incoming signal: Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone in the wasteland listening to me? Fuck, this is hopeless… We don’t even know if people are alive out there, we’ve never left the region because of the horror stories we’ve heard. CeeCee are you sure? …Yeah, right. Ahem! I’m Nate, I’m from the Eastern OQ region, and for the last ten years I’ve been fighting in, well to put it lightly, a pretty nasty civil war. The group I was with has been mostly killed or captured and our leader is missing, presumed dead. Please, if someone is out there and can hear this, we need supplies. Wait what’s- Shit! CeeCee get down they found-

Outgoing message: Nous vous entendons. Sur routre chemin.

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Date: 13/6/215

Location: Prison Complex, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

Nate choked out a sob and wrapped the younger man in a tight, one-armed hug. Lewis was surprised at first but slowly leaned into it.

“I’m okay.” he assured. “I’m fine.” Nate nodded, but didn’t let go. Lewis pushed him back. “We’re on a bit of a time crunch, we can talk later.” he said softly but firmly. Nate took a deep breath.

“Yeah... Yeah, of course.” he muttered, pulling back fully and looking into Lewis’ eyes for an answer. Lewis looked behind him at Zander.

“Hey man, you good to move?” Zander tried his best to sit up.

“Not really, it’ll hurt like a bitch and I might lose a few non-essential organs, but if you’re here to break me out I’ll tough it out.” he replied, wincing. Lewis and Nate frowned at each other.

“Zander...” Nate said in a “concerned mom” tone of voice. Lewis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well, I would just break Nate and CeeCee out and come back for you, but...”

“We’re not leaving him here.” Nate insisted, folding his right arm over his stump.

“Oh so you’re part of the rescue committee now?” Lewis snapped.

“Hey! Stop fighting. Make up your minds.” Zander barked at them, coughing at the strain he had put on his voice. “If you have to, leave me here. I get that I’ll be a pain to carry, and the guards here are gonna shoot you to pieces if you aren’t quick. Just don’t waste time fighting over what to do with me.”

Nate swallowed. He hated that Zander was right, and he hated how calmly Zander was accepting this. He had always been ready to give up his life for the cause, even now that it was over.

“No. Shut the fuck up Zander, we’re gonna get you out. Somehow.” Lewis insisted. He muttered and pulled out a comm device. “Where the fuck are they... Come on come on...”

He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when the “guard” who came in took off their helmet to reveal Milo, very flushed and out of breath.

“Where’s Tara?” Lewis questioned him, pulling him into the room and closing the door. Milo shrugged, the mute boy signing something to Lewis. Nate didn’t quite catch all of it, but he understood that he was saying something about CeeCee. Lewis nodded. “Alright, cool. Nate, help Zander up.” Nate nodded, going over to Zander’s side.

“You ready man?” he asked, sliding his arm under Zander’s shoulders and lifting him up. Zander winced but nodded, pushing himself up. Nate slowly eased him up, helping him swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand up. The burns on his leg still looked horrific, but the bruising on his side was clearly the root of most of his pain. Even though it had been a few months, the abhorrent “care” the elites had given him hadn’t helped his injuries. Once he was fully up on his feet, he let out a small yelp and nearly collapsed. Nate held him up, trying to have a firm enough grip to keep him from passing out without hurting him.

Milo and Lewis signed to each other passionately, occasionally checking a small comm device for a signal. Nate helped Zander limp his way over to them.

“What’s the plan?” Zander asked. Lewis looked up at him.

“We have one more person, we have to wait for them. I told them to get CeeCee but they aren’t back yet and they aren’t telling me anything, so honestly we may be fucked.” he sighed, running a hand through his greasy blonde hair. Zander’s face darkened at the thought that CeeCee could be in danger. He knew that the guards would kill her if they saw her trying to escape, no questions asked.

“How reliable is your friend?” he asked Lewis. He needed to know what the chances were that he’d be able to see CeeCee again.

“They’re the best.” Lewis assured him.

“And CeeCee’s better than the best, you know that. If anyone could make it out of here it’s her.” Nate added. Zander nodded, anxiety still clouding his head.

After a few moments, Lewis sighed.

“I would love to wait for Tara, but we have to go. They might still be able to get out on their own, but we have to leave.” Zander closed his eyes. He understood.

“Then let’s go.” Milo and Lewis both gave him sympathetic looks before putting on the helmet disguises and opening the door.

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CeeCee was perfectly fine with breaking herself out, which was essentially what she was doing at this point. Someone in an elite guard uniform had opened her cell, motioned for her to come out, refused to touch her and then opened a vent and crawled inside. Unfortunately for CeeCee, this person was quite a lot thinner than she was.

“I’m a big girl, you think I can fit in there?” she asked, peering into the narrow crawl space. The person looked at her blankly and shrugged. She had a sinking suspicion that this person was either deaf or didn’t speak the same language as she did. The person hesitated, but eventually they crawled through the vent and disappeared. Which was fine. CeeCee could handle herself, and this person was not obligated to risk their life to save her. It was just slightly odd that someone who couldn’t speak to her, didn’t want to touch her and couldn’t bring her with them would open her cell door and make it appear that they were here to break her out.

Oh well, life was weird. The only thing to do was to get out of here as fast as fucking possible, which was exactly what she planned to do. She slunk along the wall of the corridor, always looking behind her shoulder. She needed to find a weapon. There, just across the hall, an armed guard... Could she take them? She hadn’t been able to take care of her body the last few months, she didn’t know if she was strong enough to have a proper fight. She needed to be stealthy. She took a deep breath, walking up to them, measuring every footstep. Every step had to be quiet. Every breath had to be held. Once she was behind the guard, she leaped up, wrapping her arm around his neck in a headlock, pulling him down. The guard was taller than her, most people were since she was only 5′0, but she could use that to her advantage. Forcing someone who was six feet tall to bend over backwards to her height was a particular favorite tactic.

“Give me your gun.” she growled. The guard choked and clawed at her arm, but she didn’t let him go.

“Get off him!” barked a voice from behind her. She spun around. A new guard was running up to her, but behind him was-

“Zander?” she gasped, dropping the guard. Zander looked up at her and his eyes widened.

“CeeCee! Oh my life, CeeCee.”

She took a better look around her. The two “guards” were actually... Lewis and Milo? Lewis was still alive?

“What’s goin’ on?” she asked as Nate helped Zander limp over to her.

“We’re breaking out.” Nate answered matter of factly.

“Where’s Tara?” Lewis asked. CeeCee shook her head, trying to back up.

“Tara? Breaking out? The fuck is happening?” Lewis looked around at the other men.

“Tara is supposed to be breaking you out.” CeeCee remembered the strange person who disappeared into the vent.

“Yeah, she disappeared. I dunno where the fuck she went.”

“They.”

“Sorry, they disappeared.” Lewis cursed under his breath.

“Fuck.”

Zander coughed and everyone turned around to him.

“No time... To talk.” he said with another cough. CeeCee felt her heart break.

“We have to get him out of here.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Zander shook his head vehemently.

“No, you should leave me here, I’ll weigh you down. You have to go.” CeeCee grabbed his shirt collar with her left hand and yanked him forward.

“Alexander Ashworth, shut the actual fuck up. If you were any more damn stupid I’d swear that all those years around Kenji sapped your ability to make rational thoughts.” she snapped, roughly grabbing him away from Nate and starting to carry him away. “Y’all coming?” she shouted back at the three other men, who were just standing in shock. They quickly shook themselves out of their surprise and scurried along behind her. Zander laughed quietly to himself.

“I love you.” he whispered. CeeCee would’ve been more than happy to return the sentiment, but right now she was focused on getting her idiot boyfriend out of here.

Something didn’t feel right about all of this. This was way too easy.

“Lewis, did you kill the alarms on your way in?” CeeCee asked.

“We were going to, but they were all disconnected already. It was weird, but we didn’t have time to question it.” he responded, looking over his shoulder. She swallowed nervously.

“Now may be a good time to question it. I think that they’re setting up a trap for us.” Milo looked over at her, eyes wide, before roughly jabbing Lewis in the ribs and signing “I fucking told you so.” Lewis winced and looked down.

“I don’t know man... I thought maybe we were having some good luck.” Nate sighed.

“When have we ever had good luck, Lewis?” CeeCee chimed in, doing her best to look authoritative while also struggling to hold up Zander. Nate frowned at her.

“So... Now what?” Zander coughed, less in a “I’m dying” kind of way and more in a “notice me” sort.

“I swear on my father’s body that if you tell me to leave you and save myself, I’m gonna make sure you’re the only person who leaves here alive.” CeeCee hissed at him. He smiled at her weakly.

“I know. But I really am just weighing you down, and if shit hits the fan then you won’t be able to drag me all the way out there.”

“You don’t fuckin’ know what I can or can’t do.” she snapped. Zander sighed.

“CeeCee... Baby, I-”

Before he could finish, a siren started blaring.

“I guess they fixed the alarms.” Lewis sighed, grabbing Nate and Milo and pulling them along behind him as he started to sprint.

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Zander appreciated so much that CeeCee would stick with him no matter what. He loved her so much, and that was why he was going to sacrifice himself for her when she couldn’t carry him anymore. He couldn’t be dragged around by her, risking her life and the lives of Nate, Milo, Lewis and maybe even Lewis’ friend Tara. There was only one hitch in his plan; CeeCee had a very strong grip on him and was one of the most determined people who had ever lived. There was no way she was going to let him go.

“Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” Lewis shouted as he sprinted furiously down the halls of the prison complex. Guards had been alerted to the security breach and weren’t at all happy about it. A bullet whizzed over Milo’s head, narrowly missing him. Nate looked like he very much wanted to say something but was just in for the proverbial ride. Zander felt useless, like a slab of meat. He couldn’t run, couldn’t fight, could barely even stand up. How was he supposed to keep up? He couldn’t keep up, which meant CeeCee couldn’t keep up. A gunshot echoed in the corridor. Blood? No, they were fine. Keep running. Keep up.

“Fuck, fuck, keep running. Keep going.” Lewis was chanting, a reminder to himself. Keep going. Keep up.

The entrance was there. So close. Guards, blocking the way to freedom. No, not freedom, but close enough. As close as they could get.

“What do we do?” CeeCee called out. Nobody knew, but someone had to answer. Another gunshot. It sounded further away. One of the guards at the door fell, the others turned around.

Sirens still blared, so loud, so close, everywhere. How could anyone focus in here? They couldn’t, too loud.

“Just run.” Nate answered. That was all they could do. No time to focus, no time for questions. Just run. Just hope that running would work. So they ran. Zander felt like he was going to pass out. As he kept forcing his body to go beyond its limit, he suddenly felt like he was out of his body. That wasn’t it. He felt like he was still inside his body, but there was no control. Only beating heart, heavy breaths. Only running. Only sweat, dripping down his forehead and back. He couldn’t control his movements. He couldn’t control it when he collapsed.

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#dystopia #dystopian canada #nate sharp #lewis spiorad #dystopian world #mike shinoda fine #everything is gonna be fine #rebellion #zander ashworth #ceecee camryn #dystopian

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949

Something different! Tiny break from all the random ones I’ve taken recently.

Name a movie starring... Survey by aussielozzie

Gary Sinise: I’ve honestly never heard of him before. The name is a *little* familiar, but I know nothing else about him.

Tom Hanks: Toy Story 1-4! The first one will always be my favorite animated movie of all time. So good.

Melanie Griffiths: I’m not familiar with her work but I do know she’s Dakota Johnson’s mom, so at least I have that going for me.

Angelina Jolie: Salt. I remember watching it with my mom at the cinema when it premiered like 10 years ago. It wouldn’t normally be my type of movie, but I was really into Angelina then so we watched it together.

Lindsay Lohan: Herbie, omg this was one of my favorites as a kid. I used to be really excited whenever it was the movie Disney was airing in the evening because they showed it so rarely.

Rachel McAdams: The Vow, The Notebook, Spotlight, Mean Girls... I love her, so I’ve seen a bunch of her films. My guilty pleasure favorite would be The Vow, but the best movie of hers that I’ve watched is Spotlight.

Brad Pitt: World War Z, I think? I barely remember that movie; I slept through it.

Cameron Diaz: Uhh the Shrek movies, but I’ve only seen the second one. Never knew she voiced Fiona until years later.

Gwyneth Paltrow: Shakespeare in Love, though I only largely know of her role because she won an Oscar for it and yet the wildly popular opinion is that she didn’y deserve to win Best Actress.

Hugh Grant: LOVE ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVS. I honestly really liked the storyline he was part of even though a lot of people didn’t haha, I thought he was great at playing the dorky Prime Minister.

Juliette Lewis: I know of Julia Louis-Dreyfus but not her haha, sorry. Close enough.

Johnny Depp: Edward Scissorhands. Can’t say I’m a fan of his movies, but I’m aware of a number of them just because they’ve always been popular.

Liv Tyler: Ooooh I’ve always thought she’s sooooo beautiful but I don’t think I can name one of her movies without having to look it up :(

Halle Berry: Catwoman.

Queen Latifah: Not sure if I can cite a movie of hers, I know who she is but not really familiar with anything else about her.

Sharon Stone: I’m pretty sure she’s in that movie with the famous scene of her in white with her legs crossed. I’m just not sure what the name is.

Keira Knightley: Again, Love Actually. That movie was such a hodgepodge of big Hollywood names. I’m all over it.

Tom Cruise: Eyes Wide Shut. Can’t let this survey go without a hint of Kubrick :)

Ben Affleck: Gone Girl!!!!!!!!! Intense movie that I honestly associate more with Rosamund Pike, but you asked for Ben Affleck so there ya go. He was in Good Will Hunting too, but I also associate this movie more with Matt Damon and Minnie Driver. I don’t really care for Ben, I guess lol.

Jennifer Garner: 13 Going On 30. <3 Also one of my favorites.

Demi Moore: “She’s the act-RESS that was in Disclosure, Indecent Proposal, Ghost.” Those who watch Friends will know, heheh.

Ashton Kutcher: No Strings Attached. Nothing much to share about it as I haven’t seen it.

Sandra Bullock: The Proposal – easily the best romcom ever. Would be very happy and willing to die on such a hill.

Jim Carrey: The Mask. I have a lot of fond memories laughing over this with my sister and cousins when I was much younger. But also...Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Such an important film to me.

Renee Zellweger: Bridget Jones’s Diary, but I’ve never seen it.

Nicole Kidman: Eyes Wide Shut, and the film I can’t watch more than once, The Hours. She was also in The Killing of A Sacred Deer if I remember correctly.

Eddie Murphy: Dreamgirls. I specifically remember this because I watched this movie at an age where I was supposed to be nowhere near it (only watched it for Beyoncé lol) and Eddie Murphy played a really vulgar character. He said a lot of innuendos that went over my head as a kid that I was terrified to learn about as an adult.

Mike Myers: Cat in the Hat...lol

Adam Sandler: 50 First Dates! Such a bittersweet story but still makes me feel warm and fuzzy in all the right places. :)

Ben Stiller: Night at the Museum, I think.

Keanu Reeves: John Wick, which I know nearly everyone loves but I have not seen it. Doesn’t seem like my type of movie though so I don’t know if I’ll ever plan on watching.

Hillary Swank: Million Dollar Baby. I have wanted to watch this for the longest time, idk why I never got around to it.

Kirsten Dunst: The Virgin Suicides. I’ve also been eyeing this for a while, but I’m scared off by the title tbh. I feel like it would be too triggering for me.

River Phoenix: Stand By Me.

Owen Wilson: I know he’s a Wes Anderson favorite. The Darjeeling Limited, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Royal Tenenbaums, etc.

Sean Penn: Into the Wild, but I mostly watched that movie because of Kristen Stewart ha.

Rob Schneider: Not sure if I know of any.

Will Ferrell: Same here.

Jack Black: Nacho Libre. This movie will always be embedded in my mind because I remember when I used to hang out with/babysit one of my baby cousins, my aunt (his mom) used to tell me that I’m free to pick out any movie from their movie shelf except Nacho Libre. That has stuck with me since and to this day I’m kind of scared to watch it hahahaha

John Travolta: Grease.

Toni Collette: Knives Out, Hereditary, and of course, the ever-depressing I’m Thinking of Ending Things...

Reese Witherspoon: Legally Blonde.

Uma Thurman: Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction.

Kate Winslet: Been waiting for you to drop her name ;) The Reader, Titanic, Steve Jobs, Revolutionary Road, Sense and Sensibility, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Contagion, Heavenly Creatures, the Divergent movies...and now Ammonite. I looooooooove Kate Winslet.

Kate Hudson: How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, that I couldn’t finish because it was too corny for me.

#survey #surveys

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA time travel idea (part 13)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Vivi POV, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Lewis POV, Part 12

Part 14: here

Arthur sits wedged between Lewis and Vivi, arms and legs crossed, gaze averted towards the open living room door. Right now his brilliant strategy is to try and wait out his friend’s concern, hoping they get fed up sitting around in silence. Was it subtle? No. Not really. But Lewis and Vivi already know something is wrong and he’s too tired to maintain the ‘everything’s good’ attitude.

Vivi clears her throat impatiently, “So Arthur. You’re dead on your feet, your hair is a bird’s nest, and you’ve been pretty run down these last few days. Something’s happened, so spill,”

Unfortunately, his strategy relies on Vivi and Lewis caring a whole lot less than he really deserves, making for anxiety-ridden anticipation on his part.

“Gee Viv. You really know how to butter a guy up,” He goes for an awkward chuckle, trying to lighten the heavy mood. The statement lands like a wet paper plane, going by Vivi’s scowl.

“Don’t you ‘gee Viv’ me,” She jumps on the comment, “We’ve spent hundreds of hours hanging together. As if we wouldn’t notice when something’s bothering you. Give us some credit,”

He exhales uneasily, frustration itching along his shoulders, “I don’t know what you want me to say,” He starts defensively, “I went shopping, lost track of time, and have had a bit of trouble sleeping due to headaches. It really is nothing for you worry about.”

He doesn’t like being ambushed or pressed into a corner. It doesn’t help that Lewis is just sitting there, staring searchingly, not saying a word. Over the last few days, he’s relied on Lewis and Vivi being more focused on each other than on him, having all the spotlight isn’t doing the irrationally paranoid side of his brain any favours. Claustrophobic is an apt description of his current situation.

“How about starting with why, exactly, you’re getting headaches. One or two we can chalk up to heat, but it’s almost been five days. Last I checked you only get them this bad when you’re stressed.”

“…and don’t say it’s this new project,” Vivi quickly continues, “We’ve seen you work on hobby projects before and if anything, they seem to reduce stress.”

Sometimes, it’s really inconvenient having close friends. It makes it hard to hide things.

“Uh…it’s not the new project?” He stalls. Internally, Arthur’s mind is doing cartwheels, trying to come up with a believable excuse and regretting not putting more effort into acting normal.

Vivi frowns, almost irritated. However, Lewis interrupts her next verdict, breaking his unusually long silence, “Is this because of the paint?”

“What,” Arthur stumbles, registering the sentence a few seconds too slow, eyes flickering to meet Lewis’s then immediately away. Now is not the time for a panic attack.

“…because I can always try and return it,” Lewis continues, deeper voice softer that Viv’s deliberately probing one.

“Come on Lew,” Vivi is directing her concern at Lewis this time, “Arthur wouldn’t be mad at you over something like that,” She hesitates and squints at him, “Right Arthur?”

“No, no, that’s not…I’m not mad about that,” He rushes to reassure, somewhat thrown. Honestly, he had forgotten all about the excess paint. It’s been sitting in the garage, unused.

Why would Lewis think he was mad about paint of all things?

He doesn’t have the time to dissect this most recent turn because Vivi has paced a hand over his crossed arms, prompting him to momentarily freeze. The small action reminds him painfully of future Vivi, so he begrudgingly lets her untangle his limbs and thread her fingers through his.

“If you don’t tell us what’s wrong then we can’t help,” she says carefully, squeezing his hand to provide comfort. To the side, he can see Lewis nodding, equally troubled. Guilt, at causing their unneeded stress, is now mixing about with the anxiety and fatigue. In other words, he feels like shit.

If only it were that easy. What would Arthur even say? ‘Oh, by the way, I’m from two years in the future. It sucks. Vivi, you have amnesia and forget the man you love. Lewis, you die, somehow, then you come back as a fiery ghost and kill me. But that’s fine because I ended up time travelling instead of dying. Also, Mystery is some type of Kitsune, and maybe we shouldn’t trust him because of reasons which may or may not involve limb removal.’

The last two years had been an extended nightmare and more people knowing wouldn’t change anything. It would only make them all unhappy. If they even believed him. He barely believed it, and he’d lived it. No. Only one person needed to be miserable, and that person was him.

“Arthur,” Vivi is ducking, trying to get a look at his eyes, obviously taking his extended silence as a bad sign, “What’s wrong? We’re your best friends,”

He's acting far too stubborn. Younger Arthur would have folded by now, unused to the direct attention and scrutiny. He needs to come up with something but his tiered mind drawing a whole lot of nothing.

“Maybe it’s something about this upcoming trip that has you worried,” Lewis asks cautiously.

“You can tell us,” Vivi adds.

Huh? He takes a moment to quickly glace between them. Blaming his behaviour on the road trip would be a believable excuse. It also had the bonus effect of being partly true. He latches on to the plausible explanation before he can really process its ramifications.

“I guess all this talk about supernatural hotels and haunted places has been stressing me out…” He begins, adding “more than it should,” to help fabricate his new lie. He pulls his hands away from Vivi under the guise of taking a sip of tea. It also hides a grimace.

“You do still want to come with us, right?” Lewis asks, sounding almost urgent in his question.

“Yes,” How else was he supposed to keep an eye on them, “Of course I want to come with you. I’m just a bit nervous about the other stuff. Pretty stupid, huh?” He runs a hand through his hair, puts the cup down, and gives a strained smile.

“Okay,” Vivi says slowly, tapping a blue painted nail against the counter, seeming only somewhat disappointed, “We don’t have to do anything supernatural right now…we can start off by going to a few national parks, do some normal road tripping, see the sights and stuff. If it makes you more comfortable?”

She has been planning and anticipating this trip for so long that her instant willingness to complexly restructure it on his account does not help his growing guilt. But, forcing Vivi and Lewis away from anything supernatural is really for the best. Even before encountering The Cave they’d run into a slew of problems, cultists, and crazies in their pursuit of the unknown. It’s better they skip that madness this time even if it takes a few lies on his part to do it. This is fine.

“That would be better, yeah,” He confirms awkwardly, keeping his gaze down on Vivi’s hands.

Vivi exhales wearily, “I wish you had told us this earlier. What did you think would happen?”

He grimaces, “I don’t know. We spent so much time planning…. I guess I thought I could deal with it?”

“Well, next time, tell us straight away when something’s bothering you so we can figure it out. No haunted house is worth all this,” She gestures around at the room in reference to the tense and unpleasant atmosphere. Easy for Vivi to say, she’s always been a vocal person when it came to personal problems.

“Also, maybe tell Uncle Lance something cause he seems worried as well…” Vivi trails off, giving him a securitising stare. She seems to be in the process of settling for his explanation. For now at least. Lewis is still watching him, still mostly silent, expression neutral. It’s had to tell if he believes Arthur or not. One thing is for sure is that he needs to get better at being younger Arthur because he’s apparently been worrying Vivi and Lewis more than he thought.

His hometown didn’t have a high school, being far too small, meaning he, Vivi and Lewis had travelled via school bus, for an hour and a half each day, to the adjacent town. The shock, transitioning into a significantly larger social environment, coupled with growing family drama had hit him particularly hard, resulting in, what Vivi had termed as, ‘not a great time for anyone.’ Compared to The Cave, and its extended aftermath, it was small potatoes. It was almost laughable to be bothered by trivial things like his dad being his predictable jerk self or his extended asshole family when struggling with blackouts, a presumed dead friend and varying levels of amnesia. Of course, none of that’s happened. The biggest upset this Lewis and Vivi have had concerning their three-person friendship had been those rocky high school years.

After The Cave he had quietened down into a more naturally reserved and contemplative state, happy to play off Vivi’s exaggerated fervour, becoming the sensible, straight man, to her hairbrained plans/schemes. Now Lewis is back in the picture, and he’s having trouble recapturing their old dynamic. Normal for him is not normal for younger Arthur.

“We should probably start heading off,” Lewis comments in the wake of his and Vivi’s thoughtful silence, attention flickering between the two of them. Arthur pulls his focus outward and back to the present, pushing uncomfortable revelations about the younger him to one side.

“Oh right, it’s almost eight o clock, ” Vivi jumps, checking the time, “I need to get home. Mystery still needs his walk.” She moves to stand, throwing Arthur one last half-troubled glance, “Sorry to rush off. We can sort out re-planning tomorrow after work… or the next day after if that’s better for you Arthur,”

“Err, better make it the next day after,” He says because he’ll probably need at least a day to get himself together. Surreptitiously, he squashes his guilty relief upon hearing that they're finally leaving him to get some much-needed sleep.

“Right, um,” She hesitates again, “don’t feel bad about the road trip stuff. We’ll figure it out,”

“Thanks, Vivi,”

“And try to get some more sleep,”

“I will,”

Lewis rises and pauses while Vivi ducks around him, starting for the front door. Arthur hesitates, caught between a sitting and standing. Lewis is watching him again.

“Guess I’ll see you in a few days,” The larger man comments, stepping back to provide more space.

“Yeah. See you then,”

Lewis hesitates, looking like he’s about to say something else. Arthur tries to keep the nervous fidgeting to a minimum. In the end, Lewis just frowns, remaining quiet. He follows both of them to the door and can’t help but think he’s missed something important.

NOTE: Man, this part went through so many rewrites you would not believe. I settled for the slightly less dramatic version because it seemed more natural.

Anyway, will probably do a time skip next to get to the start of the road trip, so I’m going to say this is the end of arc two. Definity didn’t plan to write so much, considering this was supposed to end on part 6. Thanks for all the support, everyone has been so nice.

I hope you all had a good New Years.

Part 14: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #fanfic #arthur kingsmen #ViVi #lewis #angst #many awkward silences #lying to the rescue

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i-have-been-changed-for-good · 5 years

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Monday - I hope that something changes with Scott over the weekend, but when I greet him in the morning, he’s pretty neutral about it. I make my coffee when I finish up at the printer and go up the hall to get my creamer. As I walk back, Scott is standing at his desk and facing Steve since the two of them are talking. However, Scott keeps looking over at me as I walk down the hall. I become aware of my reflection in Steve’s window and watch as my hips sway; I wonder if Scott likes that.

I go into Scott’s doorway during my lunch to talk to him. Our conversation starts out normal enough. He starts telling me how he was up late with his daughter since she wouldn’t stop throwing up. Then he backtracks and mentions how his wife had to go work so it was just him. I feel my insides go hollow. Scott continues talking for a few minutes about other things, but I can’t really do much except stand there and give him a fake smile and nod my head. Then I tell him, “I’m going to go” and he says, “Aight.” I turn and my fake smile disappears before I’m out of his view. I head straight into the bathroom and spend the last 10 minutes of my lunch crying on the floor in one of the stalls.

I guess since this has happened so many times, I’m able to recover quite quickly. I throw myself into my work and carry on with my day. Joyce is out sick, so it’s just Pete and I. Joyce was working on an order that is being picked up today, which I didn’t know, and Pete is printing stuff for me so I can take the order out. I walk over to the printer from Pete’s cubicle and Scott comes out of his office to make tea. I’m facing his direction, and when I see him, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what my face even looks like in this moment, but Scott tilts his head back, his mouth in a thin line, and his eyes are telling me sorry. His face is an apology. I thought that he understood before that hearing him mention his wife upsets me; or maybe he thought that would go away. I am now 100% sure he gets it. When I have all my papers, I walk past him. He watches me, then looks down. I look at him real quick, then I’m out the door.

At the end of the day, I wrestle with myself on what I want to do, but the only right thing seems to be my plan from Friday, which is to ask Scott if I said or did anything wrong. I don’t think I did, but I know something is up with Scott, so I decide to just lead with this and see where it goes. I go in his office and sit on the edge of where his printer is. “Did I do or say anything wrong?” Scott tells me I didn’t and asks why I think that. I just tell him I don’t know. Silence passes, and he asks me again why I would think that. He asks me if I’m okay and when he looks at me, I nod my head. Slowly, I feel whatever was wrong dissipate. I don’t know if it’s because of what happened earlier, or if it’s because of right now, or if Scott just changed his mind, but whatever it was is now gone. I somehow end up next to Scott’s desk. I start chatting away as per usual while he works. I ask if he wants to see a photo of Weasley in his Christmas hat and he says sure. I show him, and then he asks if I have any photos of me on New Years Eve. I had told him last week I got dressed up, but it was when we were talking at the coffee machine so I hadn’t showed him any photos like I would normally. I show him a full-body photo first and he makes a typical face of his, nods his head, and says, “You look good.” I smile and thank him and then bit my lip as I smile. He has his tinted glasses on but we lock eyes. I then show him another photo of me, just upper body. It’s nice to know Scott appreciates my selfies. We continue talking and then something catches my eye in the corner of the wall. I lean forward a bit, and when I realize it’s only dust and not a spider, I lean back. “I thought that was a spider.” “What’s your necklace say?” I’m a little surprised, but then I tell him. “It says, ‘Courage, dear heart.’ I got it with birthday money my dad gave me. It’s one of my favorite sayings. Oscar Wilde. No, wait. C.S. Lewis. From Narnia, I believe. I didn’t really like the books too much.” I’m in Scott’s office a good 20 minutes. He had to stay late and I’m doing overtime, which he thinks is funny since I’m getting paid OT to talk to him. We talk and laugh the whole time I’m in there. We say bye and I go back to my desk. Scott doesn’t stop to say bye to me anymore; the only time he has over the past few months was to wish me a Merry Christmas. So when he comes out of his office, I hear him shuffle and shuffle and shuffle. I wonder what he’s doing, and then I hear, “Bye, Dane.” I whip around, but all I see is part of the left side of his body. “Bye, Scott.” I’m taken aback, and it seems he was almost nervous saying bye to me. I wonder why, and I wonder why the sudden change.

Tuesday - When I greet Scott in the morning, I’m met with a happy, confident smile from him. I end up having an asthma attack around 11ish, and I decide to run to my mom’s to see if she has her inhaler. I haven’t had an attack in years and she used my last inhaler I had. I can’t find one and assume she must have it with her, so I decide to use my old nebulizer, even though the medicine is 15 years old. Nothing happens. I get that shaky feeling, but that’s normal. My asthma does not improve. I decide to head back to work for the time being. I’m only one exit from my work when I start feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My throat and tongue start tingling, as do my hands and legs, and my throat starts to close. It’s hard to swallow. This is not an asthma attack. I don’t know if I should pull over, but it’s probably better if I’m with someone. The dizziness quickly goes away, thankfully, and I make it to work. I go into the bathroom to pee and I’m also freaking out. I open the door and Robin is right there. She asks what’s wrong and we go back to my desk. Joyce comes over and Robin goes to call the EMT in our other building. He comes and checks my vitals, which are normal, and he checks my oxygen levels, also normal. He says that doesn’t mean I’m not having an asthma attack though. But something else is wrong. Asthma wouldn’t cause all of those other symptoms. Pete takes me to a hospital near where I live and my mom meets us there. It’s such a shitty hospital, so me and my mom end up going to a walk-in clinic. The doctor there tells me I’m having an asthma attack and a viral infection. I ask him why my throat is closing though and he waves me off. I don’t feel relieved. 5 hours pass and my throat is still closed and it’s hard to swallow and my mouth is dry. There has been no improvement except with my asthma. I’m afraid to go to sleep, so me and my mom go to a better hospital, where we wait 3 hours for them to tell me I’m having a mild allergy attack and to take Benadryl. I’ll have to follow-up with an allergist.

Wednesday - I have a GI doctor appointment in the morning, but don’t go into work after. I’m tired and still feel really shitty.

Thursday - I go into work today. I come in and see Scott’s away message on, so I don’t know if it’s from yesterday or if he won’t be in today. I have a lot to print from the past few days, so I don’t worry about it. I lose track of time, so when the back door sounds around 8:35, I jump up. I go over to the printer and grab my papers, then I turn. Scott is already smiling at me. I smile back and we greet each other. Then he asks, “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m good.”

I have my meeting with Ryan, my new boss, and find out that I will officially be a permanent employee the end of this month. I’m elated. I’ve waited so long for this. During my lunch, after I use the bathroom, I go right into Scott’s doorway. “I got my hire date,” I beam at him. “Really? Congratulations. When?” “January 29th.” He tells me congratulations again and I continue talking about it a little bit. Then he asks, “So, what happened?” and I can tell he’s been waiting to ask me. I tell him about Tuesday and he listens intently. I end up in the chair next to his desk. We talk and laugh as always. We talk mostly about allergies and stuff. Terry, who works in IT, has been having allergy problems, and she found out she’s allergic to dust, trees, and grass. I’d rather be allergic to food. Scott has on a plaid shirt and he says how he hates when they have 3 different colors, unlike his. I point out that his is 3 different colors, but he says 2 different grays doesn’t count. He shows me his banana, which is shaped weird. It’s straight, curved instead at the very top where bananas connect. I tell him it looks like a Viking ship. We continue to talk and laugh until my lunch is over.

I go in and talk to Scott again at the end of the day on the premise of fixing Steve’s blinds. I comment on how dusty they are, but Scott says it’s not his job to clean them. I inspect Scott’s windowsill and at first, I find no dust. “You’re doing a good job at not cleaning.�� Upon further inspection, I do find dust, though Scott still isn’t concerned. I ask for his hand sanitizer, which he gives me, then I feel him watching me. I have a cough and he says I should get cough drops. I tell him I couldn't stop burping yesterday, which was worse. Literally every 10 seconds I would have to burp. He thinks that's funny. I say, "Yeah, I'm staying at my mom's for right now because I need to be monitored and she got annoyed that I kept burping. She was like, 'Dana, that's getting really annoying.'" I say it in an exasperated tone like the one she used. Scott laughs. I continue, "I was like, 'There's nothing I can do about it! You think it's annoying, I'm the one who can't stop burping!.'" Scott continues to laugh. It’s time to go and I get outside before Scott. I get into my car and then realize I grabbed my inhaler but not my Benadryl. I go back inside and hear Scott near the end of the hall. I turn. “Hey, are you alright?,” he asks me. “Yeah, forgot my meds.” I realize how he is quite a bit taller than me. He’s usually leaning in some way whenever he stands, or he stands with his legs apart, so he looks shorter than he is a lot. I also realize something else. Scott cares. I mean, I knew this, but not like I do now. Rewind to last January, when Scott and I were only flirting. I had been out for 3 days with a stomach virus and Scott, who is paranoid about getting sick, only asked me, “You’re sure you’re better?” Rewind to August, when I’m having chest pains, and I joke, “Hmm, hope I don’t die.” and Scott replied casually, “Yeah, me too,” simultaneously showing his concern and downplaying it at the same time. And now today: he asks me in the morning if I’m okay, then asks me about it during my lunch, and then when he sees me come back inside at the end of the day, his immediate reaction is concern. Scott’s mask is slipping.

Friday - I run out of stuff to print, but Joyce gave me a pretzel, so I go up the hall to scrape the salt off and heat it in the microwave. While I’m still scraping off the salt, I hear Scott talking to Linda. Quiet, and then: “Hey, Dana. What’s up?” I turn, smiling. “Hey, Scott. Good morning.”

I go into his doorway during my lunch and tell him I meant to tell him he can have the rest of my Hazelnut almond milk creamer if he wants it. He likes vanilla better, as do I, but he thanks me. I tell him if he doesn’t want it to just throw it out. I ask if he came in the front today and he says he had to because he forgot his badge, which we need to get through the back door. He has plaid on again and he looks nice, though I don’t say anything. I go next to his desk and hang on the arms of the chairs. I tell him I got cough drops thanks to him mentioning it yesterday, and tell him Pete’s also coughing cuz he’s getting over bronchitis. “Maybe that’s what you have.” “No, that’s not contagious.” He argues that it is, so I look it up. The first answer I find is that it usually isn’t. “How is it caused?,” he asks. “Mmmm it’s a virus.” “Okay, then it’s contagious.” “It’s a non-contagious virus.” Scott smiles and says, “Shut up. That’s not a thing. You made that up.” I go onto Webmd and find that there’s two types of bronchitis, so it can be either contagious or non-contagious. I wanted to be right for once, but I guess I’ll take a tie for now. One of these days…. Scott and I continue talking. I don’t have much of a voice today, but I’m talkative still. We start on the topic of meat (Scott always has questions about my vegetaranism), I tell him about my GI appointment yesterday, I talk a bit about my meeting with Ryan yesterday, I complain about Angelo (Scott joins in, taking my side), and then he starts talking about Jamaica. Since I’m pretty sure that’s where he got married, I am not keen on staying on this topic. He can’t remember how many times he’s been there, so he starts backtracking. I keep trying to to talk about other places, but he keeps going back to Jamaica. To my relief, he doesn’t mention his wedding. I start telling him how I’ve been on my apartment complex to finally fix the water damage on my walls and ceiling. I had to pretty much threaten them saying I’ve been getting sick and if I have mold poisoning they’ll be responsible. I tell him I’m waiting for them to call me back since they’re cutting a portion of my wall out today to check for mold. And then my phone rings. It’s them. I always have perfect timing for things. They didn’t find mold, but they only checked the one spot. I hang up and continue talking to Scott. Steve comes in, so my lunch is over. I say bye to Scott and that I’ll talk to him later, and he makes an amused face, most likely because I can barely talk with my voice. I say hi to Steve and walk out, and when I look back through the window, Scott is watching me.

I’m printing stuff and have to get up to get it when Scott makes his afternoon tea. The only thing is is that my throat is closing up again, so all I can do is wave at him. I turn back to the printer and grab everything. I look over at Scott, who apparently had been watching me. He looks away. I don’t know why he does that.

So at the end of the day I grab some food I have in the mini fridge and then use the individual bathroom. Scott starts coming around the corner after making his tea, then he goes into his office. He never does that; he always comes up the hall t grab his creamer right after. He goes back to his desk and doesn’t look at me as I pass. A minute or two later I hear the fridge door open and close. I don’t feel bad about this though. I realize now that Scott isn’t avoiding me because he doesn’t like me, he’s avoiding me because he does. I go into his doorway and ask if he’s ready for the snow this weekend. He says it’s not supposed to be much, and then he tells me how his daughter really enjoys the snow. I start telling him how I think I may have a birch pollen allergy, judging by my symptoms and the foods I’ve eaten right before having my throat close up. I tell him that’s why I could only wave to him earlier at the printer, because after I had an apple my throat started closing again. One of the other foods included in that category is a banana, which I find disappointing, and I tell him I love bananas. He turns to me and makes an amused face. “What’s that face for?” He grins and says, “No reason.” He tells me he had a dentist appointment the other day (I assume this is why his away message had been on) and his teeth have been sensitive since. He says there were no issues with his teeth, so he’s not sure why they’re sensitive. He’s surprised that the only cavity I’ve ever had is a small one behind one of my front teeth. I don’t ask about his weekend plans because I know his birthday is next week, and I don’t want to hear him mention anything his wife may have planned with him. I’m sure he now knows that mentioning her upsets me, but I still can’t be positive he’ll stop mentioning her. My therapist said last night that maybe he mentions her as a reminder to himself when he’s talking to me that he’s married. We continue talking and it’s time to go. I pack my things and then go to Scott’s doorway to say bye and have a nice weekend. He makes an amused face again and tells me the same, then he grins. “Why are you smiling? Is is because of my voice?” He says, “Yeah” and I leave.

I feel like our conversations this week revolved a lot around me, but I guess that makes sense since I had 2 big things happen. Scott’s birthday is Tuesday, and I found a good recipe for a giant oatmeal raisin cookie, which I’m planning on making Monday night. I’m hoping I’m able to spell out “Happy Birthday” with the raisins, but we’ll see :) I’m excited for this new year so much, Scott included in that. Of course, I have no way of knowing that the future holds, but I feel good things, and I’m just going to keep holding onto that.

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Updated Updated Masterlist

I should just link this in my bio or something and then update as needed. But that would be smart or something. Anyway.

Tom Holland

Sick Day- The reader is sick; Tom takes care of her. Fluff.

Officially Untitled, Unofficially titled I Almost Posted This On My Main Blog - Reader has a terrible day at work; Tom cheers her up. Fluff.

Tom Holland Hair Watch 2017 - When Tom makes a concerning tweet about his hair, the reader visits him on set to see what's up. FLUFF.

Waiting - The reader is waiting on her doctor's office to call with some test results. Fluff again.

Chilly Nights - Reader and Tom are hanging out on the couch; the reader is cold.

Tonight, I'll Need You to Stay (Part 1) - Tom helps the reader escape an abusive relationship. Domestic abuse, swearing, angst.

Tonight, I'll Need You to Stay (part 2) - Tom helps the reader move on from her abusive relationship. Smut

Love Will Come to You - The reader is Tom's new co-star; she keeps falling in love with the wrong guys and Tom can't stand to watch it.

If I Take My Heart's Advice - The reader is torn between her current boyfriend Aiden and her ex, Tom.

I give you peace when peace is fragile - Tom catches the reader self-harming herself. Warnings: self-harm, blood, angst.

Drunken Confession Night - Movie Night with Harrison and the three eldest Hollands always devolves into Drunken Confession Night. This time, though, Tom drops a bomb.

Things That Go Bump - Tom and the reader are in bed talking about ghosts; they hear strange noises and go investigate.

Tom After Dentist - Tom gets his wisdom tooth pulled and has some interesting things to say, especially to his girlfriend of a couple of months.

Third Time's a Charm - After Tom (allegedly) breaks his nose a third time, the reader makes another trailer visit.

You Should Be Here - The reader passes away; Tom tries to figure out how to go on. Angst.

Tom Dating an Older Woman - A headcanon about Tom dating an older woman.

Love in the Apocalypse - The reader is on meds for a cough that make her have crazy dreams...about Tom and the zombie apocalypse.

Can't Not Be With You - The reader tries to seduce Tom while drunk; he refuses to take advantage of her.

Holland Family Ski Trip - Tom teaches the reader how to ski while the family visits Sam in France.

Small bump - Tom wants kids. You don't. Now what?

Sod Off, Valentine's Day - You have a cold. And your period. On Valentine's Day.

Golden Dreams - AU in which you and your ice dancing partner Tom go to the Olympics. You'd never considered falling in love with him...or have you?

battered fighters - You and Tom have a nasty argument. He tries to make it up to you

‘close your eyes before the sleep’ - Tom’s girlfriend is working on her thesis for her masters’ degree; Tom wants nothing more than to give her a break.

This blurb I wrote that doesn’t have an official title - Tom wants to celebrate your anniversary by playing a song for you - but the only instrument he has handy? A kazoo.

Share a Coke - Soulmate!Au. When you turn 18, you get the chance to meet your soulmate. You’ll know when the day a Coke can with their name on it shows up in your fridge. Tom wonders if he’ll ever find his... until a can with your name on it appears.

Harrison Osterfield

Harrison Potter - Harrison comes home from Milan with a baseball cap and a secret.

"I could stay here all day" - Blurb based on a tweet from Harrison about wanting to stay in bed all day.

"Can it stop snowing plz" - Blurb about staying at Harrison's during a snowstorm

take a chance - Movie night with roommate Haz turns into something both of you have dreamed about. Smut.

Don't Move - Harrison wants the reader to be more assertive during sex. SMUT.

“y tho” - Harrison is sick with a terrible cold; fortunately, you’re a really good nurse.

‘loving can hurt sometimes’ - The reader and Harrison fight over comments made about her on his Instagram.

Golfing with Harrison - a blurb about Harrison teaching you how to golf, and Third Wheel Tom insisting on keeping score.

The First Time - the reader loses her virginity to Harrison. Smut.

Marry Me - Harrison is invited to his best friend’s wedding; she has no idea he’s in love with her. Based on the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett; written for a writing challenge @upsidedownparker hosted.

Be Alright - Based on the song “Be Alright” by Dean Lewis. Tom and (eventually) the reader help Harrison put the pieces of his broken heart back together.

Your Guide to the Afterlife - The reader dies. Harrison is her guide to the next step in her eternal journey.

The Hand Fic - Harrison knows how to use his hands. SMUT

Roommate AU

Roomies - AU in which the reader goes on a bad date, watches Cheers, and realizes she may be falling for her roommate Tom.

'I need a favor' - Tom asks the reader, his roommate, for a (pretty big) favor.

The Cure for a Broken Heart - After getting dumped, your roommates Tom and Harrison help console you. But who knew that the cure for a broken heart was already under your own roof?

Headcanons/General AU

Road Trips with Tom - A headcanon about what a road trip with Tom would be like.

Tom Dating a Famous Writer - Headcanon about Tom dating a famous writer.

Tom Caring for Your Baby Daughter - Headcanon about Tom taking care of your baby daughter.

Headcanon about an ER trip - A headcanon inspired by my recent trip to the ER.

Headcanon about Nurse Tom - in which the patient, under sedation, tells him to "fight me"

Four Days - Four days in the life of a keyholder at a small-town store, who flirts with a cute fireman named Tom.

- 'I think i wanna marry you' - Five boys (Tom, Harrison, Harry, Sam, and Jacob) and the moment they knew they wanted to marry you.

'Baby, just say yes' - Five boys, five proposals. A companion piece to 'I think i wanna marry you'.

‘marry me, today and every day’ - Five boys, five weddings.

Royal!AU

Royal Minder - a headcanon about the reader being the royal minder for bratty Prince Tom.

The Princess of Starbucks (Royal!Reader/Barista!Tom) - Bored with palace life, the reader - princess of a small country - sneaks into town for a day of anonymity. While at the coffee shop, she meets the most beautiful boy she's ever seen working the counter.

Peter Parker

Personal Space - You're trying to study, but keep getting distracted by one Peter Parker.

Stop Staring at Me! - The reader has a crush on Peter. Ned knows something she doesn't.

Prom Night - The reader is up for prom queen. She's dating Flash Thompson but has a crush on Peter Parker; both boys are running for Prom King.

Dive - The reader asks Peter to pose as her boyfriend to make Flash, her ex, jealous.

First Kiss with Peter - a headcanon about your first kiss with Peter.

You need a blue sky holiday - You had a bad day. Peter vows to turn it around.

First Time Peter Says He Loves You - a headcanon about the first time Peter says those three little words.

Jacket - “Take my jacket, it’s cold.” Written for a writing challenge.

Someone Else’s Star - All the reader wants is to be in love. But is she wishing on someone else’s star? Inspired by Bryan White’s song “Someone Else’s Star.”

This blurb I wrote about a rainy day - It’s a blurb about a rainy day.

Candygram - The reader hates Valentine’s Day. But will Peter give her a reason not to?

Annabelle’s Homework - Peter is so in love with Annabelle Stephens, he thinks nothing of doing her homework for her. The reader is upset by this. Mostly because Annabelle isn’t in love with Peter… she is. Inspired by Alec Benjamin’s song “Annabelle’s Homework.”

Boyband!AU

The Boys in the Band - The four Holland brothers and Harrison are in a boy band. All of them (minus Paddy) are fighting for the reader's affections.

Too Much to Ask - Sam Holland meets the girl of his dreams, has his heart broken, and deals with the aftermath. Inspired by Niall Horan's "Too Much to Ask."

Miscellaneous

Trois - Tom, Haz, threesome. That’s all you really need to know.

Hazza - The infamous Harry/Harrison threesome fic. Smut.

Harry Holland

Harry's New Glasses - Harry is self-conscious about his new glasses; his girlfriend, the reader, thinks they're hot.

3:30something - It's 3:30 am and the reader can't sleep; Harry does his best to help.

Here For You - Harry is there after the reader’s grandfather dies.

Finals Week - Harry helps the reader de-stress while preparing for finals.

The Bench - you seek solace in the bench at your favorite pond when you and Harry have your worst fight yet.

Sam Holland (note: I do not write for Sam anymore)

Steady Rain - Sam comforts the reader during a thunderstorm.

Jacob Batalon

I Hate Christmas Parties - Jacob plans to tell Laura he's in love with her at Zendaya's Christmas party. When she arrives with another man, he's devastated - until he finds someone who's as miserable as he is.

Love is Christmas - Jacob and the reader, who met at Zendaya's Christmas party, have a cookie-baking and holiday movie date. (This one got approximately zero notes but I liked it so read it, ok?

A still-untitled prompt request - Jacob and the reader make love in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve. NSFW.

Baseball!AU

No-Hitter - Pitcher Sam Holland goes for his first career no-hitter.

Heart and Hustle - Tom, standout high school third baseman, plays in the championship game.

After Practice - After a tough practice, minor league first baseman Harrison needs a release. Smut.

Ned Leeds

Actual Mom Friend Ned Leeds - A headcanon about everyone's favorite Guy in the Chair.

Salamander - Ned befriends the new girl in school. But she has a secret.

Single Dad!AU

The Recital - Single Dad and CEO Tom Holland tries desperately to make it to his five-year-old daughter Lily’s first dance recital on time.

Guilt Trips and Sundaes - Tom feels bad about yelling at Lily, so he takes her out for ice cream. They run into a friend of Lily’s from school... and her single mom.

Sweet Pea - Single dad Harry Holland gets upset at his daughter Eleanor.

Past Curfew - Architect Harrison Osterfield is worried when his teenage son Evan misses curfew.

Double Trouble - Music professor Sam Holland, under lots of stress, snaps at his twin daughters Rose and Iris.

Spiderling - Peter Parker gets upset at his daughter Julia.

Stray Kids

Just a Tiny Fire - Pairing: Han Jisung/Reader

The reader has been stressed out at work, so their best friend Jisung tries to help...but causes a minor calamity instead.

Untitled Han Jisung Fic - Han Jisung/Female Reader

Jisung and the reader celebrate their one-year anniversary. Smut, fluff, the other 7 are total doofuses (and Changbin may or may not be channeling a frat boy, I haven’t decided yet).

This Seat Taken? - Seo Changbin/Female Reader

The reader finds herself falling in love with her best friend, Changbin.

Series

The Tea Shop Girl - Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Harrison Osterfield falls for the girl that runs the tea shop down the street.

In Charge - Pairing: Accountant!Tom Holland/CEO!Female Reader

The reader, CEO of her own company, has an “arrangement” with Tom, one of her new accountants.

Spy vs. Spy - Pairing: Spy!Harrison Osterfield/Spy!Female Reader

Harrison Osterfield, one of Britain’s top spies, keeps getting thrown into missions with rival spy (y/n). Can they work together without killing each other? Or will something more develop?

Win-Win - Pairing: Female Reader/Tom Holland

Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Blood in the Water - Pairing: Female Reader/Mob!Harrison Osterfield

Harrison Osterfield is the most feared man in Kingston and leader of one of Britain’s most notorious mobs. How far will he go to protect the ones he loves?

As always, I accept requests! I mostly write Tom Holland, as you can tell. But I will write Harrison or any of the Hollands (not Paddy - I’ll include him in a fic but I won’t write one about him). I’ll write Peter Parker too.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #harrison osterfield x reader #tom holland x reader #so how many tags is too many?#oh look there's more #stray kids #stray kids fanfiction

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ragwitch · 6 years

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Darcy/Johnny/Bucky. Soul Mark AU.

Nix, my lady, my babe, I hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Johnny Storm/James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Rating: T

They told him he had no soul. And his skin was clean (all but the scars that ran around his left shoulder where they’d made him into a machine) so he believed them.

So when the bonfire boy with the startling blue eyes had said to him—in the middle of a battle field, in the middle of the city, in the middle of the day—

“Well, hello there, beautiful. Would you like my number?”

And the feeling of flames spread down his left hip, licking and biting at his skin, he assumed they were real flames. And he threw the other man across the square and returned to his mission.

It wasn’t until they’d herded him back into the base, and stripped him for maintenance, that he saw the blue trace of fire down his skin and the spikey, twiggy words of invitation.

They wiped him and threw him in the cryofreezer.

But no matter how many times they told him he was a machine, he was their weapon to wield, he was nothing…

They silly words were on his skin, framed by blue fire.

He had a soul.

Darcy was sweating it out on the dance floor of some too loud, too crowded, too pricey club. But, fuck it! She finally had her damn degree. Now she could stare down the fathomless maw of student debt and limited job prospects like everyone else. Time to celebrate!

By herself.

With a bunch of strangers.

Cause Jane was definitely still in the lab, waist deep in theories, probably still sounding them out as if Darcy was in the room.

She couldn’t even be mad about it, really.

There was a body behind hers, like a heater inside of an already too hot club. And she was absolutely ready to turn around and tell them to politely back up to the next available booty cause she was really just here for the cardio.

Except she didn’t. She turned and he slotted them together, legs fitting into place like puzzle pieces, and she was staring up at muscles, and wicked blue eyes, and a suggestive smirk that was barely concealing a childlike grin of delight.

“You look like somebody who could take me home and keep me in bed for days,” Darcy said, blinking in surprise. She added, “In a not creepy way.”

He stiffened in front of her, eyes puzzled, and a hand came up to settle over his chest.

He spoke and she watched his lips make the words, but there was no hearing him over the bass. It didn’t matter. A ring of spikey, sharp heat circled her hips, stirring up shock and arousal all at once.

They stood stock still on the dance floor, staring at one another. And then she took his hand and led him out of the club and into a cab. They went to her apartment and stayed in bed for days.

She explained that the geometric pattern that was now covering his chest was bits of circuitry she doodled when nervous and he explained why the words floating in the blue flames under her belly read, “I don’t know what you said but I promise to be good if you don’t run away like the last one.”

Darcy was eating Clint’s cheerios in the common room when Steve brought Bucky Barnes into the Tower for the first time. (After the de-conditioning and the early rounds of therapy and a long, quiet vacation in Canada while The Winter Soldier could be quietly brushed away from the public conscious and replaced with the POW and War Hero.) She froze behind the counter, debating on whether or not to sink down out of sight, or scurry from the room while they were turned the other way.

This was the guy. This was the guy.

It hadn’t been hard to figure out from Johnny’s description of him. Not after Hydra had burst forth from SHIELD like an Alien baby out of Sigourney Weaver.

Johnny’s other soulmate was James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier.

Tall and wide, wider than Johnny, with dark hair and icy sharp eyes. He had a beard growing in that Darcy badly wanted to scratch her fingers into. And while she’d always imagined him in the terrifying leather get up she’d seen blurry photos of, he was standing by the windows in jeans and a heavy sweater. Looking like any other outrageously handsome guy might, aside from the silver fingers peeking out from his long sleeve.

He was glancing at her out of the corner of his eye and Darcy could feel the blood rushing into her cheeks.

She needed to call Johnny. She needed to get out of here. She needed to know if she was part of a closed circuit or if she and this stranger were two links connecting to Johnny. (It was alright if they were, Johnny was near to bursting with love and Darcy knew she would never be an afterthought to him.)

So she put the box of cereal back on the shelf and made ready to escape.

Steve and Bucky were standing in her way, blocking her exit around the island.

“Buck, this is Darcy Lewis, she works mostly with Jane and Tony in the labs but she’s a bit of a jack of all trades really. Darcy this is my friend, James Barnes.”

“’S good to finally see a pretty face after months with this punk,” Bucky said to her.

The words were rusty, his tongue nearly tripping over them, and his expression was a little panicked as he spoke. But there were flurries around her chest, snowflakes kissing at the skin of her breasts and then warming like coals running across her ribs to her back. She gaped at him, at the tan calloused hand he had extended to her, and her own rose to meet his.

“Oh,” she said, and his hand twitched in hers. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and a smile was stretching so fast across her face it hurt her cheeks. “We’re all gonna be really happy, just so you know.”

Little lines and connections and branches grew out from under his sleeve down to his fingertips. He blinked at her and Steve stared between them, eyes wide.

“Do you know…?” Bucky’s metal hand traced over his hip and Darcy had to bite her lip to keep her face from cracking apart.

“Yeah,” she said.

He stepped up close to her, released her hand to wipe away the twin tears that had spilled over onto her cheeks.

“I’ll introduce you,” she told him.

Johnny let himself into Darcy’s apartment, hefting up the bag of groceries and wine and stepping inside. There was music playing and he could hear her speaking in the kitchen, a low and mellow voice answering her. His chest squeezed hard. (He’d heard about the news in the Tower. But this was just dinner with Darcy and he could settle down and not put those anxious hopes on his date with his girl.)

“Darce?”

There was a little squeak of excitement and then sock-feet skidding across her floor boards as she ran in from the kitchen to greet him. She pulled the groceries out of his hold and bounced up into his arms for a kiss.

“Hey, cutie,” he said, laughing.

She was giddy and his heart was beating too fast.

“Hi!” she said, beaming. “I’ve got somebody here to meet you so…yeah, come on. I have no chill!”

She had his hand in hers and was yanking him to the kitchen, and he couldn’t find his feet underneath him.

Darcy squeezed his hand once once in the doorway to the kitchen and then pushed him ahead of her. His other soulmate was standing against the counter. If Johnny had passed him on the street he might not have recognized this cozy, smiling, bearded babe for the sooty eyed warrior he’d flirted with in the middle of new york city ten years ago. Everything inside of him was spinning like a merry go round on a playground, some invisible hand pushing it faster, faster, faster, until he thought it might take off out of his skin altogether. He was probably too close to starting yet another kitchen fire in Darcy’s apartment.

“Hey good lookin’,” the other man said, grin wobbling anxiously. “Can I still get that number?”

Ice landed on his shoulders, melting in curling rivulets down Johnny’s back until it pooled at the base of his spine, warm and twisting.

He laughed, the nerves and panic and joy falling out of him with the sound.

A month or so later

Johnny was dozing on his stomach while Bucky and Darcy traced the frost and currents of patterns on his back, the words that lined down his spine.

“Just remembered,” Bucky said, and Johnny peeked one drowsy eye open. “These melting patterns ain’t snow. This is the old city subway system.”

“Our bridge and tunnel boy,” Darcy murmured and Johnny smiled, hearing their kiss.

Darcy shifted, worming her way from draped over them to snuggled betweean them. Bucky wiggled to make room for her but Johnny just hid his grin in his pillow and let her work for it. There was nothing he didn’t love about the feeling of a naked Darcy squirming against him.

“Does this mean I’ve got the G train somewhere on me,” he asked, frowning.

Darcy snorted but Bucky just traced his finger over one of Johnny’s ribs. “Yeah, right here.”

“What’ve I got?” Darcy asked, elbowing Johnny so she could spread out for Bucky’s perusal.

“Hmmmm…”

Johnny could hear the wet sounds of kisses landing against skin. These crazy fuckers weren’t gonna let him get any rest were they? (He loved it.)

“Here’s the Sea Beach Line…” Darcy hummed and wiggled next to him. “And here’s the Brighton…”

Johnny rolled to his side and sat up, watching Bucky lick across a diagonal line that followed Darcy’s shoulder blade. He glanced up at Johnny and grinned, leaning across Darcy’s back to kiss him. Johnny could taste the salt from her skin and faint traces of himself from earlier.

He could rest later.

#darcy lewis #james 'bucky' barnes #johnny storm #bucky x johnny #darcy x johnny #darcy x bucky #darcy x johnny x bucky #soul mark au #soulmate au #ragwitch prompt party #phoenix-173

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PRETTY WOMAN THE MUSICAL vs. PRETTY WOMAN THE MOVIE

Tinsel & Tine's Quick Look at

PRETTY WOMAN THE MUSICAL

By Le Anne Lindsay, Editor

In March 2014, it was announced that a musical adaption of the 1990 movie which made Julia Roberts a household name, was being developed for the stage, with original screenwriter J.F. Lawton and director Garry Marshall attached to write the book. Marshall worked on the musical adaptation up until his death, July of 2016. Pretty Woman The Musical had its off Broadway premiere at the Oriental Theatre in Chicago in March 2018 and opened on Broadway August 16, 2018 - I got to see a Broadway matinee on Saturday August 18th - thanks to my sister Alyssa, who made sure we bought Hagey Bus tickets to see the show very early on. We've both seen Pretty Woman the movie about 20x or more since the infectious rom/com first soared into theaters over 25 years ago (Click HERE for Tinsel & Tine Celebrates 25 Years of Pretty Woman post) so we really enjoyed the novelty of seeing it on stage as a musical, dissecting each scene to see what they kept, changed or expanded. And I can happily say, they keep almost everything, everything important anyway, and practically word for word... except, she doesn’t fling the escargot across the restaurant.

Unfortunately, if you don't have a deep connection to the movie, and you're coming to the show because you like Broadway musicals, then I feel you'll be disappointed because Pretty Woman The Musical can't stand on its own as a great show. The story doesn't translate as well without Julia Roberts & Richard Gere, under Garry Marshall's direction. The love story seems a little flat on stage, not nearly as magical and engaging as the film. Plus, although they left it set in the early 90's, which actually in the movie feels more 80's, you don't get the same sense of nostalgia for this time period from the sets and props as you do when watching the movie. But the main issue with Pretty Woman the Musical is the lyrics & score, written by 80’s soft rocker Bryan Adams and his writing partner Jim Vallance. I found almost all the songs to be annoying, completely uninspired and identical to one another - a driving rock beat underneath, with a tuneless musical theater sound on top. The exception being 2 songs - “On a Night Like Tonight” which worked as a good dance number, and “This is my Life” which uses dialogue from the movie as lyrics. I really wish they could have worked in songs from the original soundtrack, which I love.

Samantha Barks (Vivian Ward) in the title role is lively and expressive, but she doesn’t bring the same attitude as Roberts, still, she’s very likable. Andy Karl (Edward Lewis) is supposed to be a top get for the musical, as he’s done a number of movies turned Broadway shows like Legally Blonde, The Wedding Singer, Groundhogs Day, Rocky and more. But for me, he just looked the part, but didn’t bring much to the role of corporate raider Edward Lewis. They expanded the role of Vivian’s hooker roommate, Kit, which is a mistake. The actress Orfeh, (just goes by one name) is impressive, with a huge, belting voice, but there’s a reason why in the movie this character only shows up in 3 specific scenes, because that’s all that’s needed.

What I was most pleased with, was the costume design by Gregg Barnes, because he really stayed very close to the movie, the hooker outfit was recreated to a T, as well as her polka-dot dress worn during the Polo scene, except instead of dark brown, they change it to blue, which pops better on stage.

ALYSSA'S REVIEW: I’m glad you didn’t write what other critics wrote about it not be gritty enough for the subject matter and that the character of Vivian came across too fresh and bubbly even though she was a hooker. I think either you can accept the idea of prostitution as a comedy or not. (It’s like the show Hogan’s Heroes, either you can find Nazi war camp funny or not but you can’t make it a drama.) I swear this whole #Metoo movement is spoiling a lot of fun for movies and tv and other comedy shows. That’s why those Pretty Woman musical t-shirts had to have all those sayings about her being proud and fierce and all that because the show was afraid of the backlash. But we’re women and the t-shirts didn’t work on us because it’s not from the movie. And anyway, in the Pretty Woman movie the script already implies all that in the fact that Viv and Kit are not like most prostitutes because they have no pimp …. “I say who. I say when.” One critic complained the show opening with tourists taking pictures of Skinny Marie dead behind the dumpster is treated too lightly. But it’s the same joke from the movie--it was funny then, but apparently not now that it’s on Broadway. Why does every show has to being saying something meaningful? Can’t anything just be for fun? That’s what I always loved about Gary Marshall (and Aaron Spelling), he never took anything too seriously. I’ve been thinking about it and I think where the musical went wrong in the casting of Edward is that he’s supposed to be much older than Vivian (like the age gap between Richard Gere and Julia Roberts) to give the character more of a contrast and a world-wearyness, just like in the musical Gigi, Gaston is much older than Gigi. I think it helps a lot to explain why successful, rich men like Edward and Gaston find poor, lower class women like Vivian and Gigi so appealing and refreshing. But at least Andy Karl was handsome and they didn’t cast a Seth Rogen type, which according to romantic comedies for the past decade is to supposed to be the ideal new leading man. (No thanks.) I also don’t think they had to insist on an 80’s themed musical score just because the movie was written back then. It was like the show was trying so hard to make you know the story was taking place at a different time. I’m not sure why, are there no longer prostitutes on Hollywood Boulevard? Actually, whenever I still watch the movie I think it still holds up well after all these years. Maybe today you’d have to change the model of the car and a few locations, but that’s about it. All in all, I’m glad the musical mostly kept to the movie’s tone because I think it’s meant for the fans of the movie who accepted and loved the fairytale premise from the first time they saw it and never needed any convincing.

All in all, we both feel very grateful that we got a chance to see it on Broadway, especially this early, and see it together; but we can't really recommend it to non-pretty woman fanatics.

#broadway #movie vs broadway #Pretty Woman #julia roberts #Richard Gere #Pretty Woman the Musical #sisters trip #garry marshall #favorite movie of all time #musical theatre #Hagey bus tour

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Climbing 177 steps to the top of the Pensacola Lighthouse in Florida was quite an experience for us(especially me). We were heading to the Pensacola airport after a delightful week of being beach bums, and when we were about 20 minutes from the airport, we got a notification that our flight had been delayed.

Well, I knew we did not need any extra time sitting in a crowded airport, so I decided that it would be a great idea to visit the Pensacola Lighthouse. After all, it was only about 30 minutes from the airport.

I had always been attracted to lighthouses, mostly because they look so cool in photographs. I had photographed a few of them, but I had never been to the top of one.

Since I don’t really have time to go up and down the east coast visiting lighthouses, this one in Pensacola was a perfect lighthouse for us to visit, photograph, and hopefully climb to the top!

Still all smiles, because my husband snapped this picture right as we began our ascent to the top!

About 3 minutes into this adventure, I was pretty sure I had bitten off more than I could chew. First off, it was 177 steps to the top. Not such a big deal, except for the fact that I was dressed for the plane… Yep…you guessed it – – sweatpants and flip-flops!

In one of the pictures, you can even see the corner of the sign that says “Please…NO flip-flops. Shoes without a secure heel and ankle strap are considered hazardous”! Oops…

They even had a flip-flop stop. It was a little shelf where you could leave your flip-flops until you were finished touring the inside of the lighthouse. But there was no way I was going up that many steps barefoot, so off I went, up 177 steps in my hazardous flip-flops!

*For no extra charge, I’m going to offer up a piece of advice for those of you considering a visit to a lighthouse – – follow the rules. Do NOT wear flip-flops! Wear sneakers, shorts, and be sure to take a water bottle!

So off we went…up the steps to the top of the lighthouse. “It’s worth the climb,” they said. “The view from the top is beautiful,” they said. And of course, they were right. What they failed to mention is that the inside of a lighthouse is very small, and in the middle of the summer, it’s also very hot.

If confined spaces are not your thing, you might want to just read about lighthouses instead of climbing up to the top of one. When you put a strong dislike (almost fear) of confined spaces together with a very intense fear of heights, you have the recipe for some excitement…

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As my kids practically skipped up the 177 steps, my husband and I huffed and puffed behind them trying to keep up. I really tried not to look down the spiral staircase that you could see through, but I just couldn’t help myself. The grip I had on the railing was quite impressive. I couldn’t see any reason to ever let go…

Up we went, slowly but surely! After stopping a few times along the way to catch my breath, roll my long, hot pants up, and to talk myself through some confining space issues, we were at the top.

I had survived the confined space in the stairwell, and now I just had to talk myself through being very high off the ground on a tiny little walkway that circled the top of the lighthouse.

We made it! Finally at the top of the lighthouse. And yes…the smile on my face is fake. I was scared to death!

“Lean out and look down, Mom! It’s so cool!” “Mom, look how high up we are! Oh my gosh, you can see forever from up here.” Those are just a few of the things my kids were shouting at me once we reached the top.

Clearly, they were not worried about me and my fear of heights. They were too excited about the fact that we had all made it up 177 steps to the top of the lighthouse.

Once we got out on the little walkway, we were greeted by a nice lady who proceeded to tell us all about the history of the lighthouse. Trying to be pleasant when you’re barely breathing (because you are worrying about falling to your death from the top of the lighthouse) proved to be quite difficult.

After a short story or two, I politely excused myself to make the circle around the top so I could head back down. I have to admit, the views from the top were breathtaking, and I forced myself to stop a few times to look around and take some photos and some selfies.

Paradise, right? Can you imagine being the lighthouse caretaker and having this as your view all the time? I might be able to overlook my fear of heights for something like this.

If only heights didn’t bother me. I really wanted to look straight down, but I knew that would not end well for me. I was already feeling dizzy just from being up that high… So after circling the top and taking a few selfies, we began our descent.

And it was not surprising to me that going down was much harder (for me) than going up. I had my husband stand right in front of me, and I kept my hands on his shoulders the entire way down.

Slowly but surely, we made our way all the way to the bottom as our kids yelled “Hurry up, Mom. Why are you so slow?” they shouted up at us as they skipped down the 177 steps!

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The Pensacola Lighthouse was such an exciting adventure for us, and I was so happy that I was able to make it to the top. There was a little gift shop at the bottom of the lighthouse, and as we walked through it to head back to the car, I found the perfect little souvenir for myself.

I bought a baseball cap (surprise) that said “I Climbed 177 Steps to the top!” And yes…I will proudly wear it along with the free t-shirt that came with the hat!

Once I had made it back down and was able to catch my breath, it was fun to read a little bit about the history of the lighthouse. On March 24, 1824, Winslow Lewis offered to build the lighthouse for a little less than $5,000.

He agreed to fix it all up and get it in working condition for an additional cost of $750, and he promised to provide lamps, reflectors, torches, oil carriers, and many of the other things needed to get a lighthouse up and running.

The light from this lighthouse was first seen on December 20, 1824. The lighthouse was run by Jeremiah Ingraham who, while working this post, got married and went on to raise his 3 children at this lighthouse.

When he passed away in 1840, his wife, Michaela took over the responsibility for the lighthouse until 1855, when she passed away.

This original lighthouse was in working condition until early 1850s when it was recommended that they construct a “first-class seacoast light” at Pensacola, one-half mile west of the original lighthouse.

Since then, there have been many lighthouse keepers operating the lighthouse, many extensive repairs done, several closings of the lighthouse, and finally, in 1996, the Coast Guard Auxiliary began offering public tours of the Light Station.

This lighthouse that we climbed to the top of sits at 191 feet above sea level. It is currently the highest focal plane in Florida. It has a visual range of 27 miles! The Pensacola Lighthouse uses a First-Order Fresnel lens, and it was first lit on January 1, 1859. The lighthouse is now maintained by the Pensacola Lighthouse Association.

If you decide to visit, be sure you go during the week. One of the views from the top of the lighthouse is of the fields and runways that are used by the Blue Angels for practice! Sadly, we were there on a Saturday, so all we could see were the Blue Angels’ airplanes parked outside one of the hangars.

You can find out more about the Blue Angels on the Visit Pensacola Website. It has information about upcoming shows, events, practice schedules, and the history of the Blue Angels. Next time, my trip will be scheduled around one of their shows, or at least a practice!

There is also a lot more information available on the Pensacola Lighthouse. You can follow them on the Pensacola Lighthouse and Museum Facebook page, or you can read up on the lighthouse on the Pensacola Lighthouse and Museum Website.

On this page, you can find out about the hours they are open, admission prices, and a little bit about the history of the lighthouse.

If you find yourself in Pensacola, or hanging out at the airport with some extra time, I highly recommend venturing over to see the Pensacola Lighthouse. If I can make it to the top, so can you. Who knows…maybe this won’t be my last lighthouse to climb to the top of…

Until next time….

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robpoolephotos · 6 years

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RP: Hi Jason, thanks for agreeing to talk to us to start please tell us a bit about yourself.

Hi Robert! Thank you for choosing to interview me! It is an honor to be among those that came before me, especially Jacob Murphy, Nick Mayo, and Wes Boker who over the last year have looked to for inspiration with my own Photographic Art.

Now about me, my name is Jason Brewer, and I am Full-Time IT Professional and Father of two (very soon to be three!) and a Photographer from Wisconsin where I focus on capturing Street, Fine Art, and Documentary Photography. I shoot mostly 35mm and 120mm Film but also shoot digitally on the rare occasions I am asked to capture for Volunteer events (which is something I recently stopped doing).

RP: what inspired you to become a photographer?

I have always been a bit of a shutterbug as a kid. I was regularly taking pictures with my parent’s polaroids, Kodak 110 and Disc Cameras. I didn’t have any close family members that were photographers so because of that; I had joined my High School photo club my senior year to learn more about Photography to take better pictures. However, it didn’t work out well as I quit after a week or two as I was more interested in skateboarding instead and I didn’t feel the drive to pursue it further.

I did keep taking pictures, and I was always interested in capture the mundane and banal things more than anything else especially after seeing the movie “One Hour Photo” with Robin Williams.

It wasn’t until about 20 years later at the end of 2012 and beginning of 2013 that I got serious and took the “Complete Course in Professional Photography” at the New Your Institute of Photography (NYIP) to improve my Photographic skills, and it boosted a love of the Art.

RP: You seem to have a good selection of prints and zines on your site, how important is printing your work to you?

I think it is vital to print your work. I believe we have gotten too far away from the tangible, tactile feel of holding something you created in your hands and being proud of it yourself first before you present it to the world. It feels like we all get caught up looking for instant feedback from others on social media like we are fishing for compliments and approval from others before we feel proud of it ourselves.

Additionally, printing has so many benefits. Two that stand out for me are: 1) Holding the print allows one to focus in on the good, bad, and the ugly of the image to better improve your skills and composition. 2) It helps you sort through a series of pictures by laying them out on the floor or table then physically arranging them together forming a sequence for a Print Project or Zine.

RP: Can you share with us what you’re working on at the moment?

To be honest, too many projects! As a full-time Father and IT Professional, I often have to sacrifice my photography time for work or time with my family. However, I do try to shoot during free time when on work trips or when my family is with me and make it an outing for all of us by combining Family Adventure time with my Photography Project time.

To answer your question though. The current ongoing long-term projects are focused on capturing the small Midwestern Life around where I have lived in a project called “Home Towns.”

I also drive around on weekends to surrounding small farming/pre-WWII industrial towns by documenting their forgotten history left behind by people migrating away from them to larger towns/cities for work in my “Small Town WI” project.

I new project called “Fair View” is one where during the late summers, I try to visit county fairs in the region and capture the people and activities on a Holga 120N.

In all my travels I also try to document smaller things we as humans have left behind but not torn down in a project called “Where We Were.”

Another project I have recently started though challenging my self to do more portrait work of friends and strangers is a project called “People are Strangers.”

Because these projects will go on for a long time and my limited time to shoot is why I created my “Oddments” Zine. This way I can share my projects as I work on them instead of waiting years to create a single complete body of work for each project.

RP: What/who inspires your photography?

Most of my inspiration comes from just wanting to capture what I find interesting around me. I do not have an Art background, and it wasn’t until about two or three years ago that I even heard of photographers like William Eggleston, William Christenberry, Lewis Baltz, Steven Shore, Walker Evens, and Henry Wessel. These photographers (especially Eggleston and Baltz) validated and confirmed that it was OK to shoot the subjects that I typically preferred to shoot growing up!

As far as more contemporary Photographers/Artist that inspire me, there is an even longer list. There are so many great people I have seen in the last couple of years out there that are producing great work both in film and digitally.

If I had to give a top 10 list of people I actively follow, it would be these people:

For color work: Jason Lee (@jasonlee) and Caleb Jenkins (@calebjenkins)

For Black and White: Nick Mayo (@nickexposed), Jacob Murphy (@jacobmurphyphoto), and Simeon Smith (@_simeonsmith)

For proving that I can be a Dadtographer: Matt Day (@mattdayphoto), Wes Bowker (@wesbowker), and Charlie Boucher (@charliewboucher)

For simple amazing cinematic aesthetic: Ken Kornacki (@kenkophoto)

Lastly for inspiring me to no having to choose between shooting only Black and White or Color Films: Sam Cashmore (@samcashmorephoto)

RP: What does photography mean to you?

As a Disabled Veteran, photography has been very therapeutic by allowing me to focus on something in a meditative way that engages my mind to reduce day to day stress when out on photo walks alone or with others.

I am glad I rediscovered my love for the Art and was able to learn not just from attending photography school but also from working with people that have mentored me and helped refine my Art and Vision more. The relationships I have built add to the fulfillment I get from photography and hope they grow along with my skills as a photographer.

RP: What cameras/films do you shoot with and why?

Digitally I shoot Fuji. I have an XT-1 and a few lenses and an X100T with the two adaptor lenses. I love the X100T as it is an unobtrusive street camera for digital shooters. My poor XT-1 has only been used once in the last year and a half; I should sell it in all honesty!

For 35mm film, I currently rotate between a Canon AE-1 and Elan 7e as main cameras. I recently picked up a $3 Yashica Microtec Zoom 70 P&S for a quick walk around camera when at work.

I also have a Holga 120N, FPP Debonaire, and Lubitel 166B for shooting 120mm film. I do love the unpredictability of those cameras when shooting as they produce exciting results!

For future wishlist items, I do hope that someday I can afford to get a better Medium format camera like a Mamiya 7 or 645 for more consistently in everyday work. I also would like to pick up an Olympus XA3 or Rollei 35SE for good pocket shooter to replace the Cheap Yashica.

RP: what’s your main reason for shooting film?

I use to say that fill was better because it slows you down and makes you think about your shots more due to the limited number of frames per roll or for some other reason along those lines that I feel is utter B.S. and a shallow excuse I used to be different than most everyday digital shooters.

In the last couple years I have come to realize, that for me, shooting film has become more about the process of using a type of physical media to capture my subjects versus using a digital sensor. The organic nature of the chemical reaction with the light inside a camera that physically changes the film to create the image has brought about a more profound connection with my Art. The addition of being able to hold the negative before moving on to work on the final image or print adds to the emotional satisfaction of physically holding something you created.

Lastly, and many others have said this too, but the community of film shooters is more welcoming and supportive than most others online!

RP: Any anecdotes you can share from your time as a photographer?

I don’t have any anecdotes or stories that I can tell. I have had it pretty easy for taking pictures of strangers. I have no problem just going up and asking, or if I can’t ask first, I say thank you or smile at them and wave in a friendly manner afterward. I try to be as non-confrontational as possible and talk to people I shoot when I can.

A tip I learned from Scott Kelby to make it easier when people seem like they are about to confront you is to keep a 10 to 15 Page Photo book on you that you created. Pick 10-15 images, upload them to Blurb and order a cheap book with a title and your name on it. When someone wants to know why you took a picture, you show them the book and tell them about the photo projects you are working on while letting them look through the book. Doing this often disarms the person and starts a conversation with them.

Additionally, take time get the person’s name and address or social media info and then send them a 5×7 print or tag them in your feed as a thank you for letting you take the picture! People will appreciate it.

I carry a proof copy of my first Zine in my bag just for this reason, and it has helped me get shots or keep shots more often than not when people have looked through it and talked with me about it.

RP: What are you looking for in a photo?

With most of the subjects I capture, I want to evoke an emotional response and curiosity in the viewer, but it doesn’t have to be the same emotion that drove me to capture the image. I like giving the viewer room for their interpretations and meanings to be assigned to the pieces I present. We come from such varied backgrounds and experiences, so by allowing them to attach their context, I as the artist get to collaborate with my viewers.

RP: Biggest regret relating to photography?

Getting caught up in G.A.S. (Gear Aquisition Syndrom) and buying too much digital equipment before I thoroughly knew what I wanted or genuinely liked to photograph. I wanted to try it all and be ready for anything, but in the end, it was just a waste of money that I will never get back.

RP: Any closing comments?

Just go out and shoot, make Art for yourself of the things that capture your attention and peek your curiosity.

If you are starting out in photography, fight getting G.A.S. Start with only one body and one or two lenses only. You will be amazed what you can create with a simple set-up!

Go out and meet people to ask your questions, stop using Google and YouTube (Sorry Matt & Nick!). Reach out to people via DM on Instagram or Twitter in your local area and go meet people at a Meetup!

Thank you again, Robert, for this opportunity to share my thoughts through this interview! I appreciate the work you put into these and have enjoyed reading about others that you interviewed!

Lastly, want to give a big Thank You to everyone that bought a Zine or Print since my shop went up last November! I still have a few Zines and Prints left for sale if anyone is interested at reduced prices.

Social Media Links:

Website: https://www.jasonbrewerphotography.com/

IG: https://www.instagram.com/jasonebrewer/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jasonebrewer

FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/jasonbrewerphoto/

In Conversation with Jason Brewer RP: Hi Jason, thanks for agreeing to talk to us to start please tell us a bit about yourself.

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA time travel idea (part 15)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Vivi POV, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Lewis POV, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Part 16: here

The first few hours on the road are almost relaxing. Lewis drives, Vivi and Mystery sit up front, and he has plenty of space alone in the back. Arthur doesn’t get carsick like Lewis does so he’s fine with sitting in the small, makeshift seat which he’s installed for this very reason, letting the engine vibrations calm his nerves. This set up has bothered him in the past. Now he’s just happy to watch Vivi and Lewis chat and joke together.

Everything is perfect right up until Vivi suggests, rather forcefully, that he take a turn driving up front with Lewis and Mystery while she takes a turn in the back. She’s been doing this a lot- trying to get him to interact with Lewis- and he has no idea why, only that it hasn’t been great for his anxiety levels. Unable to really argue, not without seeming like a jerk, Arthur takes the driver’s seat wearily. At the very least, he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally making eye contact with his full attention on the road.

Gradually, he drives them through some nice-looking sloped ridges, almost mountains, following the road as it winds upward, higher and higher. Lush greens and dark browns are a nice change from the monotone desert he’s used to. Vivi seems to enjoy it, leaning over the middle seat divide, eyes fixed on the pristine landscape. Right. This is Vivi’s first time leaving the claustrophobic collection of small towns surrounding their even smaller township, of course she is going to find it fascinating.

Now, if only Lewis could be equally fascinated with the abundant natural beauty instead of fixating on Arthur’s profile. He swears he’s been acting as normal as conceivably possible, yet Lewis is still behaving like he’s got some strange dirt on his face. Why? Why can’t they all go back to that easy friendship from his memories? Why is it so hard to just be himself?

“So I haven’t seen you online this last week?” Lewis finally comments, breaking his extended period of staring. There is a pause while he waits for Arthur to respond.

“Online?” Arthur keeps his vision fixed on the slowly straightening road. They are now following along the top of one of the ridges.

“Your game accounts and chatrooms. You’ve been inactive lately. I was just wondering if there was a reason for that,” Lewis repeats, almost apprehensive.

“Oh yeah. Right…online games.”

Had he still been playing those at this point? He could have sworn he had drifted away from them by now.

“I’ve been busy working on this prosthetics project. I have this new idea on how to convert neuro-transmissions into electrical pulses, and I think it’s going to be pretty useful if I nail it,” Arthur can’t help but smile, happy that the excuse has a little bit of truth to it.

“That sounds…” Lewis pauses, surprised, “pretty big actually.”

“It will be once I get it working,”

It had been a somewhat significant breakthrough in his original timeline, a collaboration with researchers at the St Peter’s Medical Research Foundry, and his unhealthy work ethic. Now he is recreating everything solo and finding it a tad more difficult, especially with salvaged and sub-par equipment. As much as he had hated the hospital, the labs had been pretty cool. It’s also doing an excellent job at distracting him from his increasingly horrific nightmares.

“Still think a ghost detection device would have been cool,” Vivi pouts from the back, still mostly focused on the landscape rushing past. Out the window is a spectacular view of the adjacent valley.

Arthur grimaces, responding, “Sorry Viv. You know I’ve been avoiding that sort of thing,” to keep with his ‘dislike of the supernatural’ image.

Vivi is now a lot more focused on the conversation because she quickly elaborates, “Oh no, don’t apologise. I’m just fantasising a little. Prosthetics are way more important.”

Arthur is hit with a small pang of renewed guilt. Maybe, when they get back, and he finally gets to see that psychologist he probably needs, he’ll miraculously get over his fear, and they can go ghost hunting for real. A ghost detection device would actually be pretty useful for avoiding potential disasters.

Lewis clears his throat, “About that. I know you’ve said that you’re apprehensive about investigating superstitions and supernatural locations, but I was wondering, and I’m not accusing you of anything… but I’ve noticed that you seem to bit more…jumpy lately.”

“Eh?”

That wasn’t good. So Lewis had noticed his aversions. His grip tightens around the steering wheel.

“If there’s anything I can do to help. Or if I can do anything, I don’t know, differently...” Lewis continues, speaking carefully, oblivious to his uneasiness, “You can always let me know. You know...”

This is not what he wants to be discussing.

He can’t tell if Lewis is disapproving or if he’s subconsciously adding texture where there is none. In his mind’s eye, he can almost see ghost Lewis glaring, angry and accusing. Everything is growing very hot and stuffy, van door and low ceiling pressing in on him.

Flames are drawing in close, licking at his clothes.

Crap. He needs out of the driver’s seat before he drives them to their deaths.

“Hey look! There’s a View Point. Let’s check it out,” He blurts, spinning the steering wheel with more urgency than strictly needed. Vivi cries out in surprise and Mystery yelps as he is flung onto Lewis’s lap. Everything rotates, left wheel briefly lifting from the pavement, and they rocket down a narrow exit ramp.

“Arthur! What the heck,” Vivi squawks from the back, popping back up from where she’s toppled over, slightly frazzled. His heart is beating exceptionally fast, and he slows the van to a more manageable speed. The last thing he wants to do is crash.

“A little warning next time. Geez. I could have died back there, ” Vivi complains when they pull into a small parking bay. She doesn’t appear to have noticed his unsubtle ploy to quickly end his conversation with Lewis. Ahead of them is a sheltered enclave, enclosed by rock walls which raise up to meet the highway they had just exited.

“Sorry. Sorry. I just saw this turn and thought you’d want to stop and take a photo or something,” Arthur defends even as he’s leaping out the driver’s seat to get clear of both Lewis and Mystery. In the few seconds he is out of view, obscured by the bulk of the van, Arthur takes a moment to collect himself. He presses himself against the van's cool surface, hand over his chest, feeling out his heart and natural rhythm. Slowly, he counts his breaths, wrestling with a brief bout of slightly blurry vision.

“Wow!”

Vivi, who has flung open the back of the van, climes out, standing near him. She is staring happily out at the vast, open space. The brilliant blue sky stretches away infinitely and before them is a collection landscape, ridges, and valleys sprawling for miles. They have stopped at an official View Point, with several wooden plaks containing information on local frontier towns and an accompanying area map.

“Guess this is worth almost dying for,” She goes to give him a half-playful wack in the arm. The right arm, thankfully.

“Haha. Don’t joke about that,” Arthur mutters, trying to shake the lingering jitters as quickly as possible. Briefly, he makes eye contact with Mystery who is standing at Vivi’s feet. The dog is watching, head cocked to one side, considering Arthur with intelligent eyes. The appearance of intellect is broken when Mystery turns to scratch an ear with his back leg.

Vivi walks to lean against the railing, which cordons off the steeper part of the sloop down, pulling out her phone to take pictures. The wind pulls at, and whips about, her hair and short blue skirt. Arthur averts his gaze awkwardly and accidentally makes eye contact with Lewis who is walking around from the passenger’s side. The taller man is watching again, expression creased into a deep frown, slightly hurt. Arthur looks away guiltily. What, exactly, Lewis is thinking, he doesn’t know, but it’s probably nothing good.

“Hey check that out,” Vivi calls, “You can see the start of the desert from here.”

“Guys,” Vivi turns when they fail to answer, taking in the awkward distance between them. A second and they’re all silent, listening to the wind rustle the branches of nearby foliage.

“Come on then. Let’s take a picture together. First one of the trip.” Vivi motions for them to stand side by side, putting the wide vista in the background. Her eye’s move between them once again before she is distracted be a shiver brought about by another gust.

“It’s actually a lot cooler up here then it was done there.”

“Who would have thought,” Lewis teases, voice light with only a hint of unease from their standoff. Looks like they’ve all collectively decided to ignore the last few seconds of tension. For now anyway. He’ll find some time to talk to Lewis later when he’s in a better mindset. Arthur lets out the breath he has been holding.

“You can have my jacket if you want,” Lewis is offering, walking up to the railing, sounding more natural. Arthur notes that that drop down isn’t particularly steep, being more of an incline.

“Keep your jacket, you know I have a pack of extra clothes,” Vivi huffs, motioning them impatiently into a clump so she can take the picture. It is only somewhat uncomfortable. Good thing he’s practised smiling.

The rest of the drive goes smoothly with Arthur insisting that he return to sitting at the back, alone. It’s telling when Vivi doesn’t fight him on it, letting him retreat in peace. They lose three hours at another rest stop, this one bordering a wide forested area, when Vivi insists Mystery get a chance to stretch his legs. Arthur opts to sit in the bed of his van among their various bags, doors secure outward, giving him a view of Vivi and Lewis as they throw a ball for Mystery.

The fresh air, the smell of pine, and the gentle rustling of wind is familiar is a way he has come to expect, having lived similar scenarios on his previous road trips. What isn’t familiar is the creeping isolation and disconnection from Vivi and, to a lesser extent, Lewis. Sure, he had often felt left out and ignored in his original timeline, but it had never been so defined. Not that he can complain, this had been his goal after all.

Note: I swear this is going somewhere. Bear with me.

Part 16: here

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