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watchyourdigits · 6 months

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Falloutober Day Five

This Thing Called Defeat

Time for some oc lore!! This is the story of Frankie's ousting from the Army.

For context, an Undesirable Discharge, or "blue discharge", is one that is "neither honorable nor dishonorable". It was issued to gay soldiers (and disproportionately to Black soldiers). Recipients were highly discriminated against in civilian life and often did not receive any VA benefits after their service. The use of blue discharges was only discontinued in 1974, a year after homosexuality was removed from the APAs list of mental illnesses.

Who doesn't like a little bit of depressing history with their ficlets, eh?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, homophobia, alcoholism

Captain Donahue was poised in wait, attentively seeking the precise moment that Frankie's hand crossed the final signature line. In actuality, he'd started speaking before Frankie had even dotted the 'i' in his first name.

"Franklin Lee Barr, you are hereby dismissed from your service in the United States Army. You will be returned to base as soon as you've finished up here and monitored under close supervision. Tomorrow, a bus will be provided to shuttle you to the nearest train station at oh seven hundred hours for your final departure. Do you have any questions for me?"

Frankie shook his head stiffly.

"No, sir."

He had been sent back to base less than a week prior. When he'd been subsequently shipped to Fort Hagen that morning, he wasn't sure what to expect.

Three hours of waiting later and he'd finally been summoned to meet with the Captain of his company in the office of Lieutenant Colonel Jamieson. It had been less than a half hour since he'd first entered that room.

Everything was all done in secrecy, papers signed hastily away from prying eyes. Through his numbness, he realized he hadn't even been told the nature of his discharge. He continued signing the papers anyway, having a gut feeling that he knew damn well what it was all about.

Lieutenant Colonel Jamieson asked Frankie to stay behind for a minute. They waited for Donahue to take his leave with the Army's copies of the discharge paperwork. Once the door had shut behind the Captain, Jamieson turned his attention to Frankie.

"I'm terribly sorry for what happened down in Myrtle Beach. I understand that you and Private Malcolm Di Marino had a close bond… Cousins, was it?"

Frankie felt his chest tighten.

They gotta know I'm a queer then... I ain't gonna see a lick of money from these sonsuvbitches.

"Yes, sir."

Jamieson hummed and finally looked away from him, adjusting some files on the desk. Frankie saw his name on a few of the tabs. He presumed his entire life, both before and during his time in the military, was contained within the various folders and envelopes.

Jamieson was always said to be incredibly thorough, though Frankie hadn't much experience with the man. He'd turned out to be surprisingly soft-spoken when compared to many of the NCOs below him who executed his orders.

"I'm sure you're aware of all the nasty talk that began shortly after his passing."

"I am, sir," Frankie replied dutifully, though through gritted teeth.

"Then I'm sure you understand the reasons people were calling for your discharge," Jamieson stated, glancing back up at Frankie expectantly.

"Of course, sir."

"So you don't deny what's been said about your character?"

Frankie met his gaze. He didn't look angry. If anything, he almost had a hint of curiosity about him, as if he really wanted to understand whether there was a lick of truth to any of it.

"I don't."

The Lieutenant Colonel clicked his tongue and shook his head, becoming visibly disappointed.

"I thought as much. In any case, I read reports of your performance after the unfortunate loss of life that evening…"

"What did the reports say, sir?"

"They said you were instrumental in the rescue efforts of at least two dozen allied soldiers who found themselves pinned down by similar bombardments in and around that area."

Frankie frowned a little, wracking his brain. He'd mostly blocked out whatever happened after Malcolm had been killed. Now it felt as if it were all nothing more than an indiscernible dream at best.

"I'd be lyin' if I said I remember clear enough to confirm those reports you're talkin' 'bout, sir."

"Maybe this will jog your memory."

Jamieson lifted the topmost envelope from his pile and held it out. Frankie took it and opened the clasp, flicking it open to shake the paperwork free.

On the front was a mission brief. It was the very one that had been sent out to advise all other companies to evacuate the areas they tenuously occupied on the easternmost side of South Carolina. More Chinese soldiers were expected to arrive within the coming weeks of the first attacks to completely take those regions.

Through this, it was brought to light just how underprepared they had been to take on the task of holding down such large swathes of the seaboard. It didn't help that most of the military zone retention efforts were being focused around the upper east coast, closer to D.C.

Images entered Frankie's consciousness that he thought for sure he'd drunk out of his system. The last of the rescue missions they undertook was fourteen miles south of their initial position.

There wasn't enough liquor in the world to free him from images of the bloated bodies of both Chinese and American soldiers as they were taken by the tides. The sands were smeared with a red that seeped into the waters, attracting schools of fish to nibble the rotting flesh from their bones.

The smell was another story entirely, one that carried on the breeze and told anyone within a mile radius of the brutal massacre that took place there. They'd been too late to save anyone.

Frankie never slept the same after that.

He shook his head to collect himself, lips pursed as he skimmed the rest of the briefing. His fingers itched for the flask he'd carefully stowed within his jacket's inner pocket. Frankie huffed through his nose in annoyance at the whole situation and at everything that had unfolded in the days after they were attacked.

"I remember now. They wanted us to leave those men behind. I said I wasn't gonna do that."

"You told Staff Sergeant Carson that he 'wasn't fit to lead a children's choir, let alone this fucking squad' and told him to 'shove that Yankee dick of his up his own ass'... He wasn't pleased, and he certainly made sure I was aware of it."

"'Course he wasn't pleased. He's a goddamn coward who didn't take kindly to bein' reminded of that fact."

Lieutenant Colonel Jamieson didn't say a word as he held his hand out for the file. Frankie shoved the papers back in carelessly and passed it off to him.

"We lived in bizarre times," he said slowly, carefully replacing the file to its proper place in the stack. "I never thought I'd see the day when a soldier is punished for taking such courageous action in spite of the great risk to his own life."

"Dunno why you're actin' surprised. This whole world's goin' to shit."

Jamieson gave an ambivalent shrug as if he wanted to agree, but was honor-bound not to speak ill of current operations.

"Keep your chin up, Mister Barr. You can sleep well knowing you did the right thing, whether the institutions that fund the United States Army want to acknowledge that or not."

"Thank you, sir."

The Lieutenant Colonel saluted him, actually fucking saluted him, and Frankie returned it, though mostly out of shock.

It'd be the last time he'd raise an arm in respect of one of these bastards.

His own paperwork tucked under his arm, Frankie pushed through the door and into the brightly lit hallway. Halfway down the hall, Frankie caved to his curiosity.

The way Jamieson spoke so highly of him had gotten his hopes up. He sifted through the papers he held until he found the letter he'd been looking for.

UNDESIRABLE DISCHARGE

from the Armed Forces of the United States of America

This is to certify that

Private Franklin Lee Barr 51794287

was discharged from the United States Army on the 14th day of September 2075 as UNDESIRABLE.

#someone give this man some therapy and tell him he did his best ffs!!!!#i once again feel as though frankie's main fic provides little context for his character #and i'm making up for that by utilizing these prompts as a way to flesh him out #i may eventually rewrite night letter to better do him justice or just straight up give him his own story i dunno #all i know is i have all these little pieces of him collected that i feel paint a much broader picture #the scope of which isn't seen in Night Letter #“justice for my boy!” i shout from the rooftops as i fix my own misdeeds from the fanfic i've already begun publishing #regg writes #oc: frankie #ficlet time

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goalhofer · 5 months

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2023-24 Springfield Thunderbirds Players by Nationality

American: 7 (Drew Callin, Joe Duszak, Adam Gaudette, Matt Kessel, MacKenzie MacEachern, Hugh McGing & Hunter Skinner) Canadian: 13 (Sam Bitten, Will Bitten, Zachary Bolduc, Dylan Coghlan, Will Cranley, Zach Dean, Wyatt Kalynuk, Mathias Laferrière-Mailfat, Matthew Peca, Jamieson Rees, Malcolm-Jamaal Subban, Ryan Suzuki & Keean Washkurak) Russian: 2 (Mikhail Abramov & Vadim Zherenko) Swedish: 2 (Leo Lööf & Calle Rosén) Australian: 1 (Nathan Walker)

#Sports #Hockey #Hockey Goalies #AHL #Springfield Thunderbirds #Celebrities #U.S.A.#U.S.#Canada #Russia #Sweden #Australia #Awesome

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daisy-rivers · 4 years

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Update: Danny Phoenix in France

Way back when (like a year and a half ago), I spun off a Danny Phoenix story from my Hamilton fanfics. Danny Phoenix first appeared in I Like You a Lot, which is basically a modern-day AU Alex-and-John love story with a revolution and guns and explosions and a prequel to Provoke Outrage, which was the first fic in that AU.

Daniel Phoenix was a real person, a member of the New York Sons of Liberty along with Alexander Hamilton and Hercules Mulligan. I brought him in as a supporting character, and he kind of took over the plot line. Near the end of I Like You a Lot (SPOILER!), he is falsely accused of murder and broken out of prison by Alex and the squad, then smuggled out of the country to France for reasons that are explained in the story.

I Go to France is Danny’s story. He continues to work for the Movement and supports the fight from across the ocean, with the help of some other people whose names will be familiar to you, but no more spoilers. I had stopped working on the story for a while, but have been back to it recently, and things are moving along. As always, I “cast” real life actors in the roles that weren’t already decided for me by Lin-Manuel Miranda. Danny Phoenix is played by Jordan Fisher, in case you’re interested. Now that he’s working with the Movement members in Europe, I needed to choose who would play Abigail Adams and the charming but troublesome Benjie Franklin. It wasn’t hard to see Karen Olivo as Abbie, but it took me a while to decide on Timothée Chalamet as Benjie. He’s a little young for the part, but his brilliance, beauty, and sex appeal (Benjie is bi and quite active in this story) won me over.

In the latest chapter, Benjie has just been rescued after being kidnapped because of his affair with a Duchess (not much of a spoiler there), and Abbie has arrived in France to deal with him. He thinks he can charm Abbie, but she’s not going to cut him a break this time.

Aiden has to pick up Abbie at the airport, and he knows she’s going to be mad.

Benjie thinks he can talk his way out of anything.

Blake can’t wait to hear Benjie’s latest story.

Danny is just so over Benjie at this point.

And Abbie is not taking any of his shit, no matter how hard he tries to charm her.

Here’s the latest chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16747234/chapters/56967283

#I Go to France #i like you a lot #provoke outrage au #danny phoenix #abigail adams #blake percy #the Movement #jordan fisher #karen olivo #anthony andrews #malcolm jamieson #timothée chalamet

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trashvideofinland · 5 years

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#Videospace #VHS #Pedon suudelma #Meridian #Charles Band #Sherilyn Fenn #Malcolm Jamieson #Charlie Spradling #VHS tapes #VHS art #VHS cover

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thebloodychampion · 2 years

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(Am I crazy doing this? Yes I am. Definitely)

So I will make a comparision on how the character sounds like from their voice claim and how he would sound like if I used their face claim as voice claim.

Archer Hawke / Female Archer - Nicholas Boulton - Christina Rosato / Colin O’Donoghue - Katie McGrath Cyrion Hawke - Thor Edgell / Jason Momoa Dreag Hawke - James A. Woods / Tom Riley Lia Tabris - Susannah Fielding / Katherine McNamara Than Mahariel - Mark Bazeley / James McAvoy Sethius Amladaris - David Sterne / Robert Carlisle Elgan Lavellan - Alix Wilton Regan / Eleanor Tomlinson Diran Lavellan - Michael Yurchak / Nicole Beharie Hjarrandr O Bearhold - Jamieson Price / Timothy Onmundson Lucius Veridio - Stephen Beckett / Tom Ellis Etienne DeLechanger - Nolan North / Aidan Gillen Nicolas Belmond - Michael Antonakos / Pedro Pascal Malcolm Hawke - Nicholas Boulton / Oded Fehr Tomey Surana - Laura Bailey / Isabel Lucas Lyon Amell - Robin Atkin Downes / Michiel Huisman Solona Amell - Kate Kennedy / Jessica De Gouw Talar Adaar - John Curry / Howard Charles Jarida Adaar - Sumalee Monato / Gugu Mbatha Raw Jerker - Andrew Greenough / Michael Fassbender Kieran - Dan Jeanotte / Bob Morley Eric Vanhallen - Paul Amos / Henry Cavill Ishal Cyprias - Dan Donohue / Sam Claflin Lorenzo Calcagnini - Keith Silverstein / Ken Watanabe Armadiel Mahariel - Michael Gough / Luke Pasqualino Fergus Cousland - Shaun Dingwall / Liam Garrigan Irius Sparatus - Alastair Duncan / Jeffrey Dean Morgan Karnesh - Rory McCann / Hugh Laurie Clavius Tarxis - Sean Browning / Benedict Cumberbatch Renius Sparatus - Charles Dance / Oscar Isaac Torana Sparatus - Claudia Black / Aja Naomi King Jurdon Madadh - Steven Hartley / Travis Fimmel Ganar Drealav - Anthony Skordi / Rory McCann Raik Cagar - Denise Gough / Lupita Nyong’o Haral Nyras - Antohny Howell / Andrew Lincoln Oswin Shepard - Jennifer Hale / Chyler Leigh Noah Shepard - Mark Meer / Karl Urban Maron Hinom - Antonia Bernath / Iwan Rheon Shaela’Riel Vas Tonbay - Eve Myles / Ksenia Solo Lorik Qui’in - Peter Jessop / David Giuntoli Marius Nyras - Craig Sechler / JR Bourne Andrew Ryder - Tom Taylorson / Dominic Sherwood Tayus Draxas - Michael Maloney / Jude Law Tachyus Nyras - Paul Thornley / Torrance Coombs Macen Barro - Daniel Riordan / Richard Armitage Yaora V’Loar - Moira Quirk / Astrid Berges Frisbey SAM - Alexia Traverse-Hailey / Will Tudor Yandra Nyras - Elle Newlands / Alexandra Daddario Quentius Zuris - Steve Pirot / Hugh Dancy Urdnot Wreav - Jim Cummings / Joe Manganiello Adrien Victus - Daniel Riordan / Hugh Jackman Sidoria Arterius - Bianna White / Saoirse Ronan Steven Hackett - Lance Henriksen / Donald Sutherland Septimus Oraka - Fred Tatasciore / Chiwetel Eijofor Iorveth - Mark Frost / Bryan Dechart Moony / Reaper Form - Claudia Ann Christian / Paul Nakauchi / Erza Scarlet Danny Fernandez - Roger Craig Smith / Keanu Reeves Belle Instance - Myanna Buring / Famke Janssen Pamina Siemens - Courtney Hope / Kaya Scodelario Fenrir Greyback - Christopher Judge / Tom Hardy Amelia Fernandez - Britt Baron / Jennifer Connelly Sharleen Siemens - Eiry Hughes / Olivia Wilde Eleasar Cohen - Peter Egan / William Fichtner Connor Montgomery / French Connor - Jim Pirri / Arnaud Leonard / Julian McMahon Ben Chaplin - Brent Skagford / Dylan O’Brien Vortula Portocalos - Melissanthi Mahut / Eva Green Lesley Woodstock - Erica Lindbeck / Vanessa Hudgens Carlisle Eastwood - Anthony Byrne / Aaron Johnson Lewis Watson - Noah Watts / Martin Freeman Deidre Mikealson - Zora Bishop / Lucy Griffiths Daniel Speedman - Oliver Milburn / Daniel Craig Richard Holmes - Steven Piovesan / Robert Downey Jr Carolus - Ryan Alosio / Toby Stephens Yarntar Loreian - Jon Root / Lee Pace

#voices #face claims

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celtics534 · 4 years

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Covert Love: Everything Has Changed

And here we go, as promised chapter 1 of Covert Love! @gryffindormischief and @thedistantdusk have been helping me with this fic so I just wanted to thank them!

A little background: a magical AU. Harry never went to Hogwarts so he doesn't know any of the Weasley’s.

Also Read On: FF.net or AO3

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"Potter!" Jamison's deep Irish accent echoed through the room. Harry stood up to look over his cubicle. His detective chief was standing in the doorway to his office, his eternal grimace in place.

"Yes, sir?" Harry pushed in his chair, knowing full well he was not coming back to his desk anytime soon. When Jamieson had that tone, it meant Harry was gonna be gone for a while.

The look on Jamieson’s face suggested Harry’s premonition was correct before entering the room. Excitement and nerves started jumbling in Harry’s gut. After months of desk duty, Harry was ready to get back out there.

Desk duty hadn't been his idea, but after the way his last case had ended, his boss had taken him away from active duty. It was fair, and the logical part of Harry agreed with his boss’s decision but that didn't make it any easier to be stuck doing paperwork.

Jamieson was already sitting behind his desk when Harry entered the office. He didn't look up from his work as he gestured at the chairs in front of the desk. "Potter, take a seat."

Harry did as he was told, remaining silent. Jamieson preferred questions at the end of his briefings, and Harry was not going to chance being removed from the case due to speaking before being called upon. It only took a moment for Jamieson to finish his paragraph. He put his quill aside on the desk before lacing his fingers together, creating a bridge to rest his chin on.

“You ready to go back into the field?” That was Jamieson for you, direct as a well-cast stunner. Jamieson just needed to know the basics. Are you fit and able? Good, then it’s time to get back to work.

When Harry nodded, Jamieson studied him for a moment before he echoed Harry’s nod. “Aye.” He pulled a folder from underneath a pile of parchment. He handed Harry the file. “In there is the description of the individual who you’ll be protecting.”

“Protecting?” Harry asked as he flipped open the manilla envelope. The front page held a basic profile. Ginny Weasley. Chaser for Ballycastle Bats. Threatened via numerous letters and notes left in her locker.

“Yes, I’m going to be sending you in to remain near Weasley. I want this to be a covert operation, in hopes of catching the perpetrator. If they have been leaving the notes in Weasley’s locker they have access to the changing room—”

“Which means a player, staff, or security guard for the stadium may be involved.” Harry finished as he continued to read through the notes. “These are rather -- tame, all things considered.”.”

Harry looked up in time to see Jamieson nod. “We have seen much worse, but if you noticed, there is a definite obsessional undertone. Mentions of knowing where her home is and where she shops. If I had to guess, I’d say we’ve got a stalker of some sort.”

“No doubt about that,” Harry agreed, re-reading the line about how easy it would be to fly up to her fifth-floor flat. “So we’re getting involved because of the insinuation that one of her staff may be entangled in all this?”

Jamieson’s lips twitched in the closest thing he had to a smile. “I knew I hired you for a reason. Yes, that is the main reason, but I also happen to be mates with her brother Bill. We were in the same house and year at Hogwarts.” His brow quirked. “You didn’t go to Hogwarts, right?”

Harry nodded absentmindedly, his focus back on the letters in hope of finding any indicating phrases. “My Godfathers homeschooled me.”

“That’s right. Well, Bill asked me to check into this as a favor, and I can’t say no to the man who just named me the godfather of his next daughter.”

The obvious fondness in Jamieson’s voice surprised Harry. He’d never imagined his captain as the touchy-feely type, but it was obvious his affection for his friend and his family was great. Harry wisely chose to keep his observations to himself, figuring his tough as nails boss wouldn’t appreciate the callout. He flipped through the pages of Ballycastle staff. “Fair enough. Do any of the suspects stand out more than the rest?”

“Ah, well, we don’t have much information on the actual situation.”

Harry stopped mid-flip. When he looked up at Jamieson he noticed a pink tinge around his ears. “What does that mean?”

Jamieson took a deep breath, his chest rising. “The only intel is public knowledge, or what Bill has provided.”

“Wait.” Harry couldn’t quite contain his surprise. “Are you telling me we’re going in blind?”

“Not blind, per se.” Jamieson scowled as he rubbed the back of his red neck. “I mentioned you’ll be undercover, yeah?”

“You said covert.”

Jamieson raised his hand. “Exactly. You were almost signed by a professional quidditch team, if I’m not mistaken.”

Harry nodded slowly. He had gone to the league tryouts a few years back, but decided to decline the offers, instead taking the advice of a trusted friend and enlisting in the Auror academy. “I played seeker.”

“And that is exactly the position that has opened up for Ballycastle.” Jamieson gestured to the folder still on Harry’s lap. “Their current seeker, Malcolm Kalvin, was seriously injured two days after their reserve seeker Philip Henson quit.”

It only took Harry a moment to read the notes on both of the Bats’ seekers. “Henson left to go be with his family in America and Kalvin has periodic memory loss.”

“That’s right. Which means they are having an emergency trial on Friday.” Jamieson scratched the stubble along his jaw. “When was the last time you flew, Potter?”

“Uh -- I’d guess maybe last week, maybe the week before.”

“Well, the rest of this week you’ll be doing nothing but flying.”

Harry’s mind needed a moment to comprehend everything his boss was telling him. “So I have two days to be at a professional level?”

Jamieson waved off his concern. “We’ll get you into tip-top shape. Bill knows Oliver Wood from Puddlemere and he’s agreed to come work with you.”

“Sir—” Harry wanted to object that even with one of England’s best keepers there was no way he was going to be selected for the squad, but Jamieson interrupted him.

“Potter, I know you, and when you set your mind to something… you don’t stop until the end. It’s one of the reasons you’re my best detective.”

Harry was stunned into silence. Never before had his chief given him such a compliment. “Thank you, sir.”

Jamieson waved him off again. “Now, let’s discuss Miss Weasley. You read her profile?”

Nodding, Harry flipped back to the starting page.

“Good. Now, she will be unaware of your mission. Same with the rest of the team. I need you to stay close to her. Befriend her. I want it to be inconspicuous that you’ll be around her often.”

Harry nodded. It couldn’t be too hard to find a topic to bond over with a professional quidditch player. “Who is my contact?”

“Bill Weasley. It will be easy for him to around Miss Weasley so you’ll report any important findings to him. He has been staying around his sister’s flat at night, so really we just need a day shift.”

“Okay.”

Jamieson laced his fingers in order to rest his chin again. “Any question right now?”

Harry thought about it. He knew his purpose, target, contact… “When you say undercover, what’s my backstory?”

“Ah, that’s the easiest part. You’ll be Harry Potter, who changed his mind and decided to re-tryout as a professional seeker. You can craft any tales you want to tell people, but I’d advise keeping it close to the truth.”

“Easy enough.” Harry took a deep breath. “Then I have nothing else for now.”

“Good.” Jamieson stood from his chair, offering out his hand. “Thank you, Potter.”

Harry grasped his boss’ calloused hand. “I’m happy to help.”

“I knew I picked the right man.” Jamieson released his finger. “Now, dismissed. Wood should be here within the hour and you need to give your remaining paperwork to Finnigan.”

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Harry clutched the handle of his Firebolt as if he was afraid the broom would fly away without him. He’d forgotten how intense tryouts were, and he was saying that as a member of one of Ireland’s most elite auror squads. And it wasn’t even over yet! He’d made it through the first three cuts, which had left only himself and one other bloke, and now they were going to have a one on one seeker battle.

His fingers felt numb as he forced himself to loosen his grip. It wouldn’t do him any good to let the snitch slip out of his fingers because he’d lost feeling in them.

“That was an impressive feint earlier,” a voice spoke behind him. Harry turned and was face to face with the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen. Add that to an adorably freckled nose and hypnotic brown eyes, and Harry’s mind went completely blank. He was certain that if breathing it wasn’t integrated into his hardwiring, he might have stopped.

The woman, or goddess, pointed up into the sky. “I saw you feint past McNabb when he was coming for you. Most can’t get past him.”

Harry discreetly used his free hand to pinch his leg, hoping the pain would jolt his mind back into making coherent sentences. “Uh - Thank you.”

Her smile became sympathetic. “Nervous about the one-on-one?”

“Y - Yeah.” Harry was happy to have any reason other than the truth for his incompetence. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m not sure how I’ll match up against the titan over there.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the bulky man stretching before his flight.

“Oh, I’d say you have it in the bag,” said the red-head, waving off his concern. “And if he gets too close…” A wicked smirk curled on her lips. “Just ask him to spell his name, and you’ll have a twenty-second head start.”

“Is his name that difficult?”

“If you think Jack Smith is a challenge, then yes.”

Harry snorted. “That does sound very complex, but hasn’t he been spelling it his whole life?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “You’d think so, but after watching him struggle to write it on the sign-in sheet this morning…” She shrugged again. “Anyways, your name is Potter, right?”

“And I know how to spell it.” Harry wanted to pat himself on the back when his joke made her laugh. Instead, he held out his hand. “Harry.”

Her grip was strong in his. “I’m Ginny.”

"Ginny, as in Ginny Weasley?" Harry blurted before he could stop himself.

She laughed. "Glad to see my reputation precedes me."

Harry couldn't get his mind to wrap around it all. This was Ginny Weasley, his charge. She didn't seem like the kind of person you'd want to threaten. Ginny was too nice and funny for the kind of shit to happen to her. Then again, he might just be biased because she was the most attractive woman to ever talk to him…

"Harry?" Ginny waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Did you get lost there?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry." Harry forced himself into his work mindset. A little warning in the file would have been nice. Why Bill didn't include a photo of her… he could have prepared himself! No! Harry couldn't allow himself to admire her beauty, no matter how attractive her smile was. She was his ward and nothing could happen between them. The sooner he got that through his head, the better. “It’s just a lot to take in.”

“Oh yeah! Ballycastle stadium is quite a sight.” Ginny looked across the perfectly cut grass, her smile serene. “It’s one of the many reasons I choose the Bats.”

“What are some of the others?” Harry praised himself for his casualness. This was what he needed to do, these were his orders:To become her friend. And that was done not by fawning over her, but by keeping things smooth and easy. Having simple, friendly conversations.

“Ireland’s lush green fields.” Ginny didn’t miss a beat as she started ticking off fingers. “Not being the only red-head for twenty kilometers, and don’t get me started on my passion for a good Irish ditty.”

“I’m guessing that means you know some good places to relax with a pint and music?”

“You could say that.” Ginny leaned in closer, and Harry was floored by a scent so intoxicating words were lost on him again. It was like she’d combined the sweetest-smelling flowers in the world and added something indistant… so indistinct he couldn’t describe it in words. “How about this; after you’ve signed your life away to the Bats, I’ll take you out for a pint or two. The first shout on me.”

“Th -/” Harry cleared his throat. “That would be amazing. But wh -- what if I don’t get signed?”

Ginny’s hand came up to pat his shoulder as her lips twisted into a doubtful smile. “Then Coach Nessa really does hate the team, because why else would he want to the torture the team with that brainless brute?”

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“One Kilkenny Ale for you, and one Harp Lager for me.” Ginny set the glasses down on the table. Harry took his drink with a quick thanks. He was still in a shocked state. Signing to a professional quidditch team would do that to you. No matter what Ginny had said before the one-on-one flight, Harry really hadn’t expected to win. But Ginny had been right. Harry had flown circles around the larger man.

Ginny raised her glass. "Welcome to the team." Harry followed her lead, taking a large gulp. Ginny put her drink back onto the table. "So, I'd say it's about time I get to know my newest teammate." She placed her elbow beside her glass and rested her head on her hand. "What do I need to know about you, Potter?"

Harry hated how -- for lack of a better term -- turned-on he was from just the look she was giving him. It wasn't necessarily flirtatious, but rather intense , and made him feel as if the rest of the world didn't exist.

He took another quick sip of his pint before answering. "Uh -- not much, really."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I doubt that. A guy like you --" Ashiver ran down his spine… that damn look !— "has something interesting about him. Maybe like where you learned to play like that? I know it wasn't Hogwarts, because I'd remember you."

Part of Harry, the part that was a glutton for pain, wanted there to be more to her words. He wanted her to admit he hadn't gone to Hogwarts because she found him too attractive to forget. There was also the desire for her cheeks to darken with a pretty flush because she was nervous, and not just appear darker in the flickering of the faint pub light.

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "We —I guess I —learned from my godfather, Sirius."

"With a name like that, I'd guess he had a serious side." Ginny laughed at her own joke, which was too endearing.

"Hardly. The man can't stop himself from making a joke. Being raised by him was an interesting experience, to say the least."

Ginny lifted her head off her hand and tilted it slightly to the side. "You were raised by your godfather?"

"Yeah." His hand unconsciously came to rub the back of his neck. He'd never liked talking about his past. People always got awkward when he explained what had happened to his parents. Not that he could blame them. Death was always awkward. "My parents they -- er -- died when I was one."

Harry prepared himself for the oh I'm so sorry or that's horrible. Instead, Ginny reached across the table and took his free hand. She didn't say anything, just squeezed his fingers. Warmth spread from her touch. Normally, Harry would retreat from the conversation when his parents were brought up, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could talk about it.

"It - They were murdered by an old friend of theirs from Hogwarts.” His throat always closed up every time he said those words. Harry could see the surprise in Ginny’s eyes, but she still didn’t say a word, letting him be in complete control. “Peter, their friend, joined a gang and his leader knew my parents had money, so he and Peter went to go rob my parents. Things went -- South in the end.”

“I’d say things were South from the start.” Ginny twisted their joined hands so she could rub her thumb over his palm.

To Harry’s surprise, he laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“So your godfather raised you after that?”

He nodded. “Sirius and Remus, actually. They were both friends with my father, but Sirius is legally my godfather. Remus is now a teacher up at Hogwarts, and Sirius owns a muggle motorcycle shop.”

“Really? You don’t hear about many wizards starting muggle businesses.”

“Sirius has always loved bikes. He told me it started just because his parents hated anything to do with muggles, but then he realized how interesting they were. And after what happened to my parents -- Sirius said the muggle world was a nice break from it all.” Harry realized how dry his throat had become and took a deep drag from his pint.

“And I’m guessing he knows how to ride them?” Ginny was still looking at him as if there weren’t twenty other people in the pub, as if there weren’t an entire world outside that front door. It sent shivers down his spine.

“Yeah, and he taught me.”

Ginny’s grin became wider and a little mischievous. “ Really ?” She slid her hand out of his, Harry instantly bemoaned the loss of her touch. She linked her own fingers together in a praying stance. “How long do I have to beg for you to take me on a ride?”

“You -- you wanna go for a ride?”

“Hell yeah! I’ve never met anyone who actually knows how to drive a muggle vehicle.” She waved her hands in excitement.“My father works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office in England, and he’s gone on and on about motorbikes and automobiles. He’s also obsessed with aeroplanes, but that’s another thing entirely.”

Harry couldn’t stop staring as Ginny eagerly chattered. She was...amazing wasn’t a strong enough word. “I’d love to take you for a ride sometime.”

Ginny beamed at him. “Awesome! When would you be free? Tonight?”

“Well, night time isn’t the best time.” Harry paused, going through his mental calendar. “We have practice all week, but I should be free next Saturday. Maybe go sometime in the morning?”

Before Harry could comprehend what was happening, Ginny had risen from her chair and her arms were wrapped around his neck. “That’s perfect, Harry! Thank you!”

Her flowery scent filled his lungs, making his mind lose connection to the rest of his body for a moment. When he finally came back to his senses he stuttered his response. “O -- Of course. Any time.”

“I’m gonna go get you another pint,” Ginny proclaimed as she drew back. Harry watched her practically skip across the room. He let out a long breath. Harry knew when he was in trouble. Self-preservation had always been a strong skill of his, and at that moment, he knew he was in way too deep. Yet, he had no desire or will to evaluate the turbulent situation. No, instead all his mind could do was think of was ways to get Ginny to wrap her arms around him again.

Fuck, he was in so much trouble…

#hinny #hinny fanfic #hinny fic #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry X ginny #harry potter fan fiction #Covert Love Chapter 1

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✧･*ﾟscottish male names

→ link to my scottish female name masterlist → link to my scottish surnames masterlist

under the cut are a mixture of 281 traditional, modern and uncommon scottish male names. this masterlist was created for all in one breath rp, but feel free to link on your own sites! names are listed in alphabetical order. as always, it's a good idea to google pronunciations (some of them might surprise you!). my favourites are in bold, just because. please like♡ or reblog if you found this useful.

aaron, abhainn, adie, adam, aedan, aibne, ailbeart, ainsley, alasdair, alec, alban, allan, alpin, andrew, angus, archibald, arran, argyle, armstrong, artair, askill, aulay, avery

baen, baigh, baird, balloch, banner, barclay, bartholomew, bean, bearnard, birk, blaine, blair, blake, bothan, boyd, braden, bram, brian, brochan, broden, brodric, brody, bruce, bryce, bryson, busby, buzz

caddock, caelan, cahal, cailean, calder, callum, camden, cameron, campbell, carson, ciaran, cinead, clement, clyde, coinneach, coby, colin, collum, colwyn, comhnall, constantine, corey, cormac, craig, creighton, crisdean, cuthbert

daffyd, daimh, dallas, dalziel, damhan, dand, derrick, davy, dewey, donal, doughall, douglas, duncan, diarmid, domhnall, duff

edan, ellar, elliot, emlin, ennis, errol, erskine, eugene, evan, evander, ewan, ewart

farlan, farquharson, fergus, fillan, fingal, fingan, finlay, fionn, fletcher, forres, francis, frankin, fraser

gair, gareth, gavin, geoffrey, gerwin, gilbert, gillchrist, gillean, gilmore, gilroy, glendon, glenn, godfrey, gordon, gowan, graeme, grant, gregor, griffith, gus

H, I, J

hamish, hamilton, harris, harold, hector, hew, horace, iagan, iain, innes, irvine, irving, isaac, iver, jackson, jacob, jaime, jamieson, jock, jonah

kade, kai, kane, keir, kendrew, kennan, kennedy, kester, kevin, kin, kirk, kyle

labhrainn, lachlan, lamont, laine, lennox, leod, lewis, llewellyn, lloyd, logan, lorne, lucas, ludovic, luthais, lyall

macauley, mackenzie, maddock, magnus, malachy, malcolm, malise, marcus, martainn, maxwell, milroy, mitchell, morgan, montgomery, morrison, morven, murdo, muir, mungo, murdoc, murray, murtagh, myles

N, O, P, Q

nachton, neilan, niall, nichol, ninian, norris, norman, norval, ogilvy, oliphant, ossian, paden, parlan, paton, patrick, peterkin, petrus, quany, quinn

ramsay, ray, reed, rhett, ringan, robert, rodrick, ronald, rory, ross, roswald, roy

sandy, scott, seth, seumas, shaw, sholto, siomon, sloan, solomon, somerled, sorley, stewart, struan

tamhas, taveon, tavin, tavish, teague, thacker, thane, thaxter, theobald, todd, toren, torgeir, torhte, tormaigh, torrence, torrian, torsten, torquil, tristan, tyree, tyrone

U, V, W, Z

urquhart, valentine, wallace, walmond, walrick, walter, watson, zachary

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Hard to Read presents Writing at Work with Alicia Novella Vasquez, Fabiola Ching, Fiona Alison Duncan, Jamieson Webster, and Kaitlin Phillips as Janet Malcolm at Jeffrey Stark gallery, 01.24.19.

#Hard to Read #Alicia Novella Vasquez #Fabiola Ching #Fiona Alison Duncan #Jamieson Webster #Kaitlin Phillips #Jeffrey Stark

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the-niknak · 5 years

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Random bits of info from the “Escape at Dannemora” commentaries, Disc 2

Alright...Disc 2. As always, SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Okay...let’s jump in...

*Disc 2 features episodes 4-6*

One of the first scenes they filmed for the series was the scene at the beginning of ep. 4 where Gene Palmer was riding a motorcycle to Clinton Correctional. They were doing outdoor shots around the perimeter of Clinton Correctional, and thought it would be nice to film David Morse, who played Palmer, on a motorcycle.

The real Gene Palmer did not ride a motorcycle, but David Morse did.

Palmer was apparently in a band called “Just Us.”

Malcolm Jamieson, one of the editors for the series, thought that the scene where Matt was telling Tilly about their plan to go to Mexico after the escape was sexy because of how the actors interacted in the scene.

Speaking of that scene, Ben also thought that the chemistry between Patricia and Benicio was insane. In addition, he gave major props to Patricia for playing Tilly in such a way that she had amazing levels of chemistry with the two inmates. Like, whenever she was in a scene with Paul or Benicio, even for a short period of time, you can feel that intense connection that Tilly had with the two guys.

Once again, Ben expressed how much he loved watching Patricia and Benicio do scenes together.

The Mexico story, btw, was based on a story that David Sweat told the filmmakers when they visited him. He said that Matt told him that story, and they thought it was so odd that they included it in the series.

Matt sending Tilly out to check the manhole did not actually happen. The filmmakers included that scene to give viewers an idea of the area’s geography.

Did I mention that Ben loves watching Patricia and Benicio do scenes together? Because he mentioned it again.

The opening scene in ep. 5, which is the long-tracking shot of Sweat’s trial run of the escape route, was filmed at multiple locations and they just edited it carefully to make it seem like one long shot.

Apparently, there was supposed to be a scene before the riot where Matt talks to Murder, and they kind of make up in order to diffuse the situation and prevent the riot from breaking out, but they cut that scene out.

The filmmakers already mentioned this then, back when the series aired, but just in case any of y’all didn’t know, the panic attack scene at King’s Wok was Patricia and Eric Lange’s first day on the set.

Oh, and they filmed at the real King’s Wok. They also apparently ate at the restaurant repeatedly while filming in Dannemora.

The post-escape scene/Matt and Sweat emerging out of the manhole and walking around the block scene was filmed before Benicio and Paul filmed any of their prison scenes. That means that they had to figure out how these guys should act on the outside before they even had the chance to play them inside the prison.

One of the first scenes that Benicio filmed was Matt getting shot and one of the first scenes that Paul filmed was Sweat getting captured.

The writers originally wanted Matt, Sweat, and Tilly’s flashbacks to be interspersed into various episodes and spread throughout the series, not in a completely separate episode.

The writers reached out to the families of Matt and Sweat’s victims and let them know that Matt and Sweat’s crimes will be included in the series.

They wanted to feature the crimes in the series to make it clear to the audience that there were reasons why these guys ended up in jail. It was because typically in prison escape stories, the audience might feel compelled to root for the ones escaping. This was basically the filmmakers’ way of reeling everyone back to reality that these were, in fact, criminals.

Matt’s flashback sequence was one of the last things that Benicio filmed for the series, and the scene of Matt throwing the body parts into the water was the last scene that he filmed.

They shut down production for quite some time to allow Patricia and Eric to lose weight for the TIlly flashback sequence.

That final shot of Patricia’s face at the end of the ep. 6 was, according to her, her “RIchard Matt moment.”

#Benicio del Toro #Patricia Arquette #Paul Dano #Ben Stiller #Escape at Dannemora

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