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noneedtoamputate · 9 days
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Flyboys and Flirting
I had a chat with @shoshiwrites earlier this week after seeing this photo of Callum Turner in a turtleneck (thanks @hogans-heroes for doing God's work.) I blame her entirely for my Bucky Egan obsession. Like Ellen, I am not one to like the bad boys, but there is something about him and his character development during Masters of the Air that got to me. I tagged the photo with something like Chuck wouldn't mind Ellen taking of her sunglasses to check Bucky out, and Shoshi said no one deserves to look that good in a turtleneck. Based on our chat, here's a little fun one-off I wrote about Colonel Egan stopping by the tobacco store.
San Francisco
October 1957
Afternoons were usually quiet in the shop, a good chance to catch up on pesky tasks like organizing receipts for the accountant. He called Chuck last week, and Ellen saw the headache start behind Chuck’s eyes. Chuck hated anything to do with taxes.
She decided to get a babysitter for Friday and come into the shop for the day. They’d get everything sorted and then go out for dinner, just the two of them, as a reward for a solid day’s work.
They were in the back room, Chuck at the desk and Ellen perched on the counter next to the sink going over August’s purchases, when the bell above the front door rang.
Chuck sighed and rubbed his temple.
“You keep working. I’ll go out front,” she said as she hopped down, giving his shoulder a squeeze before walking out into the store.
Her eyes widened at what she saw. She forced her mouth to remain closed though her jaw wanted to drop to the floor. 
A curly-haired man with a mustache, aviators, and a bomber jacket, looking better in a turtleneck than any man had a right to, stood in front of the high-end cigars. He must have heard her footsteps, because he looked her way, took off the sunglasses, and flashed her a smile, a smile she knew he put on for everyone and had nothing to do with her.
This was a Bad Boy.
Ellen never had gone for the Bad Boys. She’d always liked the honor roll students, the boys next door. She suspected Chuck had gone through a Bad Boy stage, but by the time she met him, he owned the store and shaved every morning and parted his hair just so and was always on time to everything. 
Every once in a while, she wondered what it would have been like to be with a Bad Boy, the boy who kept her out past curfew or had a motorcycle or had a mustache that normally didn’t do anything for her but made her hot and bothered. 
She congratulated herself on wearing a pencil skirt and heels today instead of her usual shirtwaist dress and flats. 
“Can I help you?” she asked calmly as she walked toward him. 
“Yes, I think you can,” he said slowly, still smiling. “I should introduce myself. Colonel John Egan, United States Air Force.”
“Ellen Grant, co-owner of this store,” she said, shaking his hand. “Cigars, I see. What flavor are you looking for today?”
“Perhaps you can explain my options,” he said. 
Despite whatever game they were in the middle of, she wouldn’t play dumb. She went through what made each cigar different, whether they were flavored with sweet Mexican vanilla or spicy Indian pepper, how each one was rolled slightly differently and had different shapes and filters, affecting their taste. 
“Which one is calling you? Sweet or spicy?” she asked coyly, barely believing those words came out of her mouth.
“A little bit of both, I would say.” He lifted his eyebrows just a bit. “Let’s take a box of each.”
They walked over to the counter.
“I just flew into Hamilton Air Force Base last night for meetings. I’m sure my colleagues will enjoy these tonight,” he said. 
“I’m sure they will,” Ellen agreed. “Any cigarettes? Luckies or Chesterfields?”
He looked at her quizzically. “Luckies. How did you know?”
She laughed. “It’s my business. But for most officers, it’s one or the other.” She rang up two packs. 
They made small talk for a few minutes, about the store and his Pentagon desk job, but mostly about flying.
“You seem to know a lot about planes,” he said. He looked down at her finger, the one with the diamond ring on it. “Is your … co-owner a pilot?”
“Well, he was in planes, but he didn’t fly them. A paratrooper,” she explained.
He looked impressed. “The 82nd?” he asked. 
“No!” Ellen almost shouted. “The 101st.”
“Sorry,” John apologized.
“You should be. Those guys in the 82nd were a bunch of amateurs.” She grinned as she handed him the bag.
“Well,” he said, a little deflated at the prospect of leaving, “This has been a delight. Thank you, Mrs. Grant.”
And with that, the spell was over.
“Likewise, Colonel Egan. Enjoy your cigars and the rest of your trip.”
He smiled, nodded, and walked out the door without a second glance. 
Ellen turned around to walk into the back room when she saw Chuck, leaning against the wall, arms folded on his chest with an amused look on his face.
“What?” she innocently asked as she walked past him.
“You were flirting with that flyboy,” Chuck pointed out. 
“I was not!” Ellen could barely keep a straight face.
Chuck couldn’t, and he laughed out loud. “I heard the whole thing. God, it’s so predictable. All it takes is a pair of fancy sunglasses and a leather jacket and all the girls fall for it.” He shook his head. “Here I was thinking my wife would be better than that.”
“Oh,” she said, closing the gap between them and putting her hands on his shoulders. “Are you jealous?”
“Of that guy?” he asked incredulously. “Please.” 
Ellen tilted her head. 
“I’m not jealous, but nobody should look that good in a turtleneck,” he conceded.
She playfully hit him on the arm. “That’s what I thought!” she said.
“I’m not jealous,” he said again, grabbing her by her hips. “I’m the one who gets to do taxes with you and go out to dinner with you and go home with you,” He gave her a slow, sultry kiss. “When is the babysitter off duty?” he asked
“Nine o’clock. The kids should be asleep,” she sighed as he found the spot on her collarbone that she liked. 
“I hope so.” His hands left her hips and roamed lower. “No, I’m not jealous of that guy who is going to be smoking cigars with the brass tonight while I get to be with you.”
“You know, you can be bad, when you want to be,” Ellen remarked. 
“Very bad,” he agreed.
Ellen didn’t want a bad boy. She didn’t want a hotshot pilot with a mustache. But she liked knowing her clean cut, responsible husband who didn’t own a turtleneck could be bad if he wanted to be. That was enough for her. 
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choicesoutofcontext · 3 months
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wishful thinking | ch 12
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goryhorroor · 10 months
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final/survivor girls
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brokehorrorfan · 2 months
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Inked Up Merch has released Final Girl dad hats ($25) and beanies ($20) from Proceeds will be donated to the National Organization for Women.
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manic-vagabond · 5 months
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I made a set of horror final girl pins based on the poll I made!!
We have Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Sam Carpenter, and Ellen Ripley.
You can get these on sale at my Etsy shop, ManicVagabondArt!!
For those who reblogged my poll:
@tokki-bear, @jainasolo1233, @zelinksupporter, @ofhawkinsandvecna, @mrspookyhorror
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superdogbiter · 1 year
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Ellen Bernard Thompson Pyle (1876-1936) "The Immigrants" (1899) Oil on canvas Located in the Brandywine River Museum of Art, Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, United States This painting was created for Paul Leicester Ford’s novel "Janice Meredith: A Story of the Revolution," an historical romance novel set during the American Revolution.
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prettyfamous · 6 months
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Larsen Thompson | Faddy | Ellen von Unwerth | Fall 2023
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blueopinions49 · 6 months
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Horror Typology (Survivors)
Laurie Strode ISFJ SiTi 6w5 sp/so Pisces (Feb,26)
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Sidney Prescott ISFP FiSe 9w8 sp/sx Pisces (March,16)
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Gale Weathers ENTJ TeSe 3w4 so/sp Aries (April 4th)
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Nancy Thompson INTJ NiTe 1w2 sp/so Cancer (July,13)
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Ellen Ripley ENTJ TeNi 8w9 sp/sx Capricorn (Jan ,7)
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Clarice Sterling INTJ NiTe 1w9 sp/so Capricorn (Dec,23)
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Ash Williams ESTP SeFe 7w8 sx/sp Aries (April 8th)
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Oj Haywood ISTP TiNi 5w6 sp/sx Scorpio
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Maxine Minx ESFP SeFi 3w4 so/sx Libra
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Chris Redfield ESTJ TeSi 6w7 so/sx Capricorn
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Ana Flores ENTJ TeSe 8w7 sp/sx Aries
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Connie Taylor ESTJ TeSi 6w5 so/sx Virgo
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Alice Liddle INTP TiSi 5w4 sp/sx Aquarius
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Jennifer INFP FiSi 6w5 so/sp Pisces
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Fionna Belli ISFJ SiTi 9w1 sp/so Cancer
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Henry Townshed INTP TiSi 5w4 sp/sx Aquarius
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Cheryl Mason ISFP FiSe 9w8 sp/sx Saggitarius (Winter of 1980)
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Ellie Williams ENFP NeFi 7w8 sx/sp Taurus or Gemini (Spring-Summer)
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Tree Gelbman ESTP SeTi 8w7 sp/sx Virgo (Sept,13)
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Helen Shivers ESFJ FeSi 3w2 so/sp Libra (Oct,13)
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horrorgirlspoll · 1 year
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★ ROUND 1 ★
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curly brown hair, setting things on fire... nancy shouldve gotten a gun
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noneedtoamputate · 20 days
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Could I ask 1, 15, 32, 41 for Ellen?
Thanks for your patience, Anonymous. 15.
Do they have any crafting hobbies?
I thought about this, and I don't think so. Ellen knows enough sewing to darn a sock or put on a button, but she doesn't do it for fun. She loves to read and is obsessed with crossword puzzles, but I think cooking is her creative outlet. I imagine she cooks her way through "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" when it is published. My sister just lent me her copy of "Lessons in Chemistry," and I'm already pondering a little crossover fic.
15. What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?
I've always thought your sense of humor is very much determined by the household you grew up in. Ellen's household was very tense, and a sense of humor was not valued by her family. I think meeting Chuck allows her to develop her sense of humor, which leans towards sarcasm, but not in a cruel way. Chuck is just fine with this, as he spent three years with guys that gave each other nothing but shit disguised as a way of saying they loved each other.
32. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?
Ellen knows she is tightly wound. Nothing is ever quite enough, and she needs outside validation. She is working on just being enough.
41. Do they learn from their mistakes?
Ellen is a teacher, but she's also a great student. Yes, I think she is very introspective and learnes from experiences both good and bad.
You've Got Questions and I've Got Answers OC Edition
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pintoras · 2 years
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Ellen Bernard Thompson Pyle (American, 1876-1936): I Think I Hear Someone Coming Upstairs (via Freeman's)
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kannibaleherzen · 2 years
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Paul Dano characters + tumblr posts part 4
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goryhorroor · 1 year
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lilydvoratrelundar · 8 months
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Matilda the Musical (2022)
Directed by Matthew Warchus, choreography by Ellen Kane
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manic-vagabond · 6 months
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I was thinking about making a set of 5 pins for my etsy shop of horror final girls. Who should I do?
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