#familiar stranger

[firecrackerdetonator]

“Well, well. Look who we got here? Someone who likes to blow shit up, huh? Hehehe. I think I like you already.” @mother-of-spiders

@mother-of-spiders

"Damn right. But who're you? Ya look like a friend of mine if he dyed his fur," Cherri questioned, tossing and catching an unlit incendiary. There were a couple of other small things that set this stranger's appearance off from Angel's, but he did look eerily similar. He even sounded the same.

#mother of spiders #v: tbd #familiar stranger

[changyang-cloud]

Familiar Stranger 《虚颜》 review

Overall Rating: 3/5

Painter Shi Qi is dragged into a complicated plot when a mysterious young woman switches their faces and threatens her into marrying General Xiao Hansheng on her behalf. In a twist of fate, Shi Qi realizes she and Xiao Hansheng are not entirely strangers.

Cast: Ke Ying as Shi Qi, Song Zhaoyi as Shen Qin, Cheng Lei as Xiao Hansheng, Wang Zexuan as Prince Ning

Length: 18 episodes, (~10 minutes), or 8 episodes (~20 minutes)

Character Rating: 3/5

Plot Rating: 3/5

Aesthetic Rating: 2/5

This is a short drama with a small cast, which both gives it advantages and disadvantages in my book. I’m personally a fan of large-scale dramas with huge ensembles and many interconnecting story threads, which is far from what this drama can give, but for something I watched casually over three days, this drama isn’t slouching. Towards the ending, the plot spices up significantly, and that finally transition into the closing sequence left me feeling anything but unsatisfied. The acting isn’t phenomenal and the aesthetics are not anything special in the current climate of guzhuang, but those things don’t take away from the enjoyment of this show as a little thing to chill and watch for a couple hours.

Trigger Warnings: sexual assault, suicide

Where To Watch: (eng subs available) YouTube, Viki

#cloud reviews #familiar stranger #虚颜

[yasmin-writes]

#stuart hall #familiar stranger #memoirs

[suhsunflower]

update

i'm currently putting familiar stranger on hold for the time being..not only did most of chapter three get yeeted & is now gone, i just lost motivation for it & need to rethink how i want the story to go..i do have another story idea in mind that i'd like to do more :)

#familiar stranger #nct social media au #nct x reader #johnny suh x reader

[wtf-amiru]

new tall bois

LOUD YELLING

hey i know that voice

MY FAVORITE CRANKY MALL GOTH?!

*eyebrow wiggle* handsome indeed

#ffxiv #familiar stranger #familiar voice #I literally yelled #my husbands

[chaos-the-starkerling]

FAMILIAR STRANGER BY @starker1975 CHAPTER 17 live read chain

tony: I’m in love with you

Peter: what?

Me so me

#chaos live read reblog #familiar stranger

[red1culous]

Familiar Stranger part 3

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

At 6:10 pm you rush out of the store through the back entrance like a bat out of hell and stop dead in your tracks. Natasha Romanoff is leaning against your bike speaking to someone in a black corvette parked on the curb. You try and control your breathing and walk towards her smoothing down your clothes and running your fingers through your messy hair. You’re pretty sure you look like an absolute terror. She on the other hand looks as stunning as ever in her black jeans and black leather jacket.

As you approach her you notice through the tinted windows of the car a man with dirty light brown hair. He notices you and alerts Natasha who spins around to face you a dazzling smile on her face.

“Hey there” she says reaching out to you and giving you a quick hug.

“Hi” you say softly afraid your voice will betray you. “Sorry I’m a little late. Had to do some stock taking” you add shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“Oh sorry this is Clint” she says pointing towards the man in the car. He gives you a hard look and nods before pulling out of the parking spot and driving off.

You swallow nervously, “don’t worry about him” Natasha says, “he’s always looking out for me”.

“Right” you say softly still unsure of what to do.

“You ready?” she says straddling the back of your bike and patting the space in front of her.

“Uh yeah” you say gingerly mounting the bike trying your hardest not to let any part of yourself come into contact with the Widow. You shiver slightly when you feel her thighs press on either side of your hips. And you groan internally when she places her hands on your waist.

You start up your bike and after a minute turn your head slightly towards her and say, “umm where to?”

She just laughs heartily, “let’s start with your place so you can get changed and then I know this place where they serve the best cake in town. How’s that sound like to you?”

You just nod and ride off in the direction of your apartment unable to process the fact that Natasha Romanoff was pressed tightly against your back.

The drive home helped clear the fog from your mind…a little. Riding always loosened you up a little. But the anxiety came back in torrents when you started to climb the steps to your apartment.

“Ok so I can’t remember if I left the place in a mess or not so please ignore everything that you see” you say as you slide the key into the lock and open the door holding it for her to walk through.

She chuckles a little and steps inside a smile growing on her face, “it would take a lot to phase me” she walks in looking around, “it looks fine to me Y/N”.

You look around and let out a breath. Thank god you had tidied up before heading off the work this morning. You make a mental note to always keep the place tidy from now on just in case…

“Umm would you like a drink while I get changed?” you say walking to the fridge and peering inside.

“Sure what do you have?” Natasha follows behind you looking at the knick knacks you had decorating your place.

“I have water andddd…” you stick your head further into the fridge picking up a carton of orange juice and cringing after you take a sniff of it, “…more water” you smile at her chucking the orange juice into the trash bin.

“Water is fine, thanks” she comes up to you and leans agains the counter.

“Right so I’ll just go change real quick and umm we can go right after” you say walking backwards towards your bedroom and bump into the console table which earns you a chuckle from the redhead.

“You like knives?” you hear her shout from the living room as you pull a t-shirt over your head.

“What?” you say walking out of the bedroom a denim jacket draped over your shoulder.

She holds up a large Damascus knife raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah” you smile walking up to her, “I actually make knives in my spare time”.

“I love knives” she says passing the blade from one hand to the other with a dexterity that was mind boggling. “You’re really good. This one is very well balanced” she adds.

“Yeah? I could make you one” you say eyes still glued to her hands as if mesmerised by them.

“I should show you where I keep all my toys” she says with a smirk passing the knife back to you. Her hand lingering in yours for a second longer than it should.

“Yo-your toys?” you swallow hard. She winks at you.

“Come on let’s get that cake and coffee” she says before walking towards the door and adding, “this time I’m driving”.

The ride to the coffee shop was something else. It had you gripping onto Natasha like a koala. You’re pretty sure Natasha could feel your heartbeat with how close you were holding her. In no time she pulled into this tiny parking lot next to a diner that looked like it came out of a 50’s movie set. Sofia’s Cafe Diner look cute but classy at the same time. As Natasha holds the door open for you she said she often came here because she knew the owners from way back and they made the best peach pie this side of town. She walked past the old lady behind the counter who spoke to her warmly in an accent that sounded Russian. Natasha led you to a booth in the back and took your jacket sliding into the seat opposite you.

You tried to be civil but sitting opposite the Black Widow was proving harder than you thought. Natasha sensed your unease.

“Is this weird for you, Y/N?” she asks.

“No. I’m fine” you lie and she cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Ok maybe it’s a little unsettling” you blush thanking the girl who brought your pies to the table. When you’re alone again you look at your date and sigh, “it’s just that you’re super hot and I’m just me and I don’t see why I’m even here”.

“First of all” she beams, “thank you for the compliment. And secondly I have a confession to make” this time she ducks her head and you can see a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile now” she says.

“That’s umm…comforting?” you say and she laughs.

“Promise me you won’t freak out?” she says placing her hand on yours which causes your breath to hitch.

“No promises but I’ll try” you say.

“You know about six months back when there was that assassination attempt on Councilwoman Staunton?”

“Uh huh” you say slowly nodding.

“I saw you” she adds.

“You saw me?” you parrot her.

“When everyone was running for safety you were running in the opposite directly looking for people caught in the rubble”

“You saw that?” you scrunch up your face in slight embarrassment.

“Well you kinda saved me actually” she says pausing for a second, “I was under one of the slabs of concrete you shifted”

“But I would’ve remembered you” you say thinking back to that time.

“I was caked in blood and muck even my teammates didn’t recognise me at first” she says smiling at you.

“You pulled me out and stayed with me until…”

“…until Captain America came by” you finish her sentence, realisation finally dawning on you. “That was you?”.

“That was me” she nods, “you said I looked like shit” she chuckles.

“Oh my god!” you panic, “I didn’t realise that was you”

“I did look like shit” she laughs, “you saved me that day and I’ve been searching for you ever since to say thank you”

“Wow” you stare at her dumbfounded.

“So…” she hands you a fork, “this is my thank you. The best pie this side of town”

“You really didn’t have to Natasha. If you needed to do anything a simple thank you would have been more than sufficient” you smile accepting the fork from her and taking a bite of the pie moaning at how good it tasted. She just smiles at you taking a mouthful for herself.

“Plus you looked really cute covered in concrete dust” she says causing you to choke on your pie.

“Well” you say wiping your mouth on the napkin, “it was my pleasure”

“So eat up there’s something else I want to show you” she says taking a sip of her black coffee.

You glance at her a quizzically. Swallowing hard on a too-big-spoonful-of-pie you mutter, “oh…show me what?”

“Well...the first one has to do with your doctoral thesis and the second…” she takes a minute as if contemplating what she’s about to say. Leaning against the table resting her hands on its edge she says in a hushed tone, “…the second part involves rope”.

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#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #familiar stranger #redfic

[ekute-ile]

Book 36, 2020: 'Familiar Stranger' by Stuart Hall with Bill Schwarz.

A life between two islands. Jamaica. Britain. Memoir. Society. Culture. Insight. Colonialism. Political liberation. Race. Caribbean. The empire.

Weltanschauung!

#bookporn #book porn #stuart hall #bill schwarz #familiar stranger #jamaica #england #britain #british #caribbean #islands

[neeterloveschenford]

Here’s another crazy theory from yours truly. In the season 3 synopsis, it says that our gang meets a familiar stranger. There has been more than one mention of twins this season. What if Noah had a twin brother that survived the crash. A Familiar (looks like Noah) Stranger (isn’t actually Noah.) 

#roswell new mexico #speculation #twins #familiar stranger #it's only my opinion

[bukiolusanya]

Miles away

As we were – youthful, vulnerable, spontaneous, adventurous – the world should have stood still and time should have remained indiscreet. If walls could talk, truly, they would remind you of the love that was true. They would remind you of how safe I felt in your arms and how happy I was in ecstasy, courtesy of your spell. When we dined at nameless restaurants, walked hand on hand like no one…

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#24hrs is not enough #age & time #as we were #do you remember #familiar stranger #if walls could talk #indiscreet love #just the 2 of us #matters of the heart #miles away #Nigerian poet #Nigerian writer #Noise of the Market #perception and reality #poetry #relationship matters #Rhythm of the heart #spell bound #two sides of a coin

[himawarynn]

Familiar Stranger #5 - Mood these days. But hey it’s Friday. 

#familiar stranger #art #character #study #character study #human #artist on tumblr

[suhsunflower]

first official part of familiar stranger comes out tomorrow (10am EST)!

#familiar stranger #nct social media au #nct x reader #johnny suh #johnny suh social media au #johnny suh x reader #nct x oc #nct 127 #nct smau

[sorrowg]

Familiar Strangers

I have owned my car for around 6 years. It is a common model but an unusual colour and in my old city there were only 4 or 5 of the same colour driving around. Over the years I developed what is known as a “familiar stranger” relationship with one of the other owners of my colour/model combo - a person who you see/pass by a lot, who you feel familiar with on some level, but who you have never spoken to. 

I never even saw my familiar stranger. Our timing was such that we never laid eyes on each other. All we had in common was the car and our parking spots. You see, we seemed to end up in the same parking lots with startling frequency; sometimes over four times in a single week! We developed a habit. If we entered a parking lot and spotted our sister-car, we would try to get a park as close as possible to them. They were better at it than me - many times I would return to my car only to find my familiar stranger parked directly next to me. It always made me smile.

I moved cities at the start of this year and I find myself feeling nostalgic. How is my familiar stranger doing? Have they managed to get their full driver’s licence yet? Are they happy and enjoying life? Have they found another car to fill the void of my absence? Heck, I don’t even know how they felt about our relationship! (Although presumably they enjoyed our interactions, because they were an active member of the... friendship? Can it be called a friendship? It did feel like one, in an odd sort of way).

I look back on my familiar stranger most fondly :)

#familiar stranger #people you meet #quirks of life #nostalgia #wholesome