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“Chance Encounter” (animated digital drawing) — CW
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Up in the air 🦅 !.
#Air#Sky#Eagle#Fly#downfalldestiny#downfall#life#magic destinations#magical world#magic moments#Mountains#Up in the air
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One way to keep momentum going is to have constantly greater goals.
#photooftheday#upperleftnw#northwestisbest#adventureislife#mthood#up in the air#sunset vibes#artists on tumblr#pnw#nrthwst#airplane#neverstopexploring
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Oscar Nominee of All Time Tournament: Round 1, Group A
(info about nominees under the poll)
CELIA JOHNSON (1908-1982)
NOMINATIONS:
Lead- 1946 for Brief Encounter
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GEORGE CLOONEY (1961-)
NOMINATIONS:
Lead- 2007 for Michael Clayton, 2009 for Up in the Air, 2011 for The Descendants
WINS:
Supporting- 2005 for Syriana
#oscars#academy awards#oscar winners#oscar nominees#actors#film#celia johnson#george clooney#brief encounter#michael clayton#up in the air#up in the air 2009#the descendants#the descendants 2011#syriana 2005#nominees group a#nominees group a polls
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Up In The Air- Chapter 1
Kristanna Modern AU
Rated: T
WC: 1234
Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!
Also available on AO3 here
Happy Birthday @kristoffxannafanatic! This is as much her story as it is mine and please consider her the co-author. I just managed to write down all our ideas! Hope you enjoy
10:50
There really was no point in checking the time, he already knew before he looked. Kristoff sat his phone down and leaned forward on the bench at the foot of the bed, elbows on his thighs as he scrubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger of one hand. He hated this. Only ten minutes to go and it felt like an eternity. Five months of hustling, mostly on his own dime in the hopes that he would even get noticed had all boiled down to the longest ten minutes of his life.
He sat up and looked around. It was oddest feeling whenever he was back home, sitting in his old room with almost all the remnants of his childhood stripped away. It was a neutral color now, with a new bed and bland as any guest bedroom you would imagine. But there still were the nicks on the closet from where Kristoff used to lean his hockey sticks against and a couple trophies his mother didn’t have the heart to throw out were on the dresser. A few remaining snippets of a simpler time.
A week had gone by since he first graced his parent’s doorstep. It was the longest stint he’d been home since the summer before his senior year of college. That was well over ten years ago and he’d been a nomad the whole time since. He had to admit it was comforting to be back home. It had been an anchor for him during the chaos of the week and the thought of wanting to stay had started to creep up on him. Now he was stuck between the desire to escape from the reminder this wasn’t his room or even his home anymore and the intense pull that was calling for a sense of some permanence. In ten- no, eight- minutes he’d know if he’d be able to answer that pull.
This was better than the other candidates had for sure. While the others went back to their temporary barracks, Kristoff came home to a comfortable bed and most importantly, his parents. One of the many benefits of being local, a piece of information Kristoff had kept close to his chest the entire process. His days and nights had been long, but he always took the time to sit with his mom and dad for a bit before heading upstairs and collapsing into bed. He felt bad he hadn’t been able to spend more time with them. Regardless of the outcome of the call at 1100 hours, Kristoff was going to take the next week off to decompress and spend some real time with them before heading back to Norfolk.
He thought about going downstairs since no one was home. His mother promised she’d be out of the house until after lunch, but he knew her too well. It would be all too convenient for her to have “forgotten” something and come home and he really didn’t want an audience for what most likely was going to be a polite rejection. There were only eight pilots after all that flew for the Navy’s Blue Angels, and four were returning from the previous season. Four open slots for the 90 candidates that started officially with him in April. Now they were down to 20 vying for those 4 positions. He knew the odds, had rehearsed what to say to sound professional when the rejection came. But still…there was something that also told him to plan for what to say just in case it was a yes. He would want to sound excited, but not like some idiot screaming and jumping up and down. Kristoff shook the thought from his head, accepting the impending rejection.
10:55
Kristoff sat and reflected on the events that led him here. He had officially put his formal application for the Blue Angels in February through his Naval chain of command. By March his application had been accepted and he was on his way to his first airshow. Spring was a blur, with his everyday duties during the week, followed by a rush to an airshow whenever he could to shadow the team by sitting on team briefs, post show activities and social events all to haul it back to base Sunday night to start the week again.
The application process was described to him like rushing a fraternity. Something Kristoff knew nothing of except that he probably wouldn’t be good at it. But he did understand the game. The process objectives were clear: meet the candidates and find out if they were the type of people you want to be part of your organization. The team needed to get to know the individual and Kristoff’s personality wouldn’t get him there attending one or two shows. So, he showed them his tenacity attending as many events as he could, talking to each team member on an individual basis, meeting the fans, showing them what he could do.
10:57
Whatever he did worked because by June he received an invitation to Pensacola for finalist week in July. Now he was at the end of the time that had consisted of a dizzying number of activities – dinner with the team only, dinner with team and families, social beach party with team and families, strength tests, the briefs/shows/debriefs, and the dreaded interview.
All 16 Blue Angels officers from the different departments were at the interview and they each asked him one question. He had taken the time to prepare for it, just by thinking about some things that were important to him. It didn’t matter how many flight hours he had or the combat missions he flew. Everyone sitting on the interviews had the same qualifications as him. Kristoff told himself to be honest at all costs. It was the only way it would work. He had once made a promise to see this through and he was going to keep it.
10:59
He came out of the interview feeling good about it. At the very least, if he didn’t get the job, he knew he had given them everything he could. His dad casually mentioned that evening the officer who was renting his place had been transferred and the family were leaving by September and maybe they should hold off putting a listing up.
It was all too convenient and too hopeful. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to have that conversation yet.
Kristoff’s alarm went off. He grabbed the phone and took a deep breath. The moment of truth was here. He had a five-minute window to call the Boss. His commanding officer at his base in Norfolk had let him in on a little secret. If the Boss put you on speaker, you were in, otherwise you were out. Kristoff placed the call trying to keep his hands from shaking too much.
“Lieutenant Commander Bjorgman,” he identified himself and was asked to hold.
A minute later Boss Kesselring answered then said “hold on a sec.” Kristoff heard the unmistakable change in background sound of being put on speaker. His heart raced as he only had an instant of prep for what the Boss was going to tell him.
“You there Bjorgman?”
“Yes, sir.”
There was a moment of silent before a group of voices yelled in unison, “Welcome to the team asshole!”
#up in the air#Edin what did you write#up in the air chapter 1#kristanna#frozen#anna#kristoff#Kristoff Bjorgman#shaking the rust off#Its been so long since I posted anything#Tw: military#If you don't like that aspect then stop reading
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To experience intensity is to not know how things will end.
Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick
#uncertainty#intensity#experience#wild ride#up in the air#quotes#lit#words#excerpts#quote#literature#chris kraus#i love dick
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Up in the Air (2009)
Director: Jason Reitman
Cinematographer: Eric Steelberg
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Entertainment Weekly 2010 with Anna Kendrick, Vera Farmiga and George Clooney for "Up in the Air".
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I made a silly little thing ages ago when the first promotional pictures came out and an online friend's husband constantly referred to 'Masters in the Air' as 'Up in the Air'.
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Right. Well i don't 😂 !.
#Feeling#Life#Twist#twisted metal#twisted love#twisted wonderland#downfalldestiny#downfall#life#george clooney#Vera Farmiga#up in the air#Reality#Soul#Quiet#Movie#Scene#Films
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For example,
The sudden cancellation of his summer internship left Henry’s plans up in the air.
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Up In The Air Chapter 2
Kristanna Modern AU
Rated: T
WC: 2568
Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!
Also available on AO3
Previous chapter
“So have you given it any thought?”
Anna opened her locker smiling and shaking her head as her co-worker, Camila, sat down near her. “Not really.”
“Come on, it will be fun. Everyone’s going.”
“Everyone?” Anna quickly threw her things in the locker. She really needed to tidy it up soon. She had a bad habit of throwing whatever in there until it was an unorganized disaster. But that would have to wait until another day as she glanced quickly at Camila. They had been walking out of the hospital together whenever they were on the same shift, sometimes even grabbing a coffee afterwards on particularly hard days. The one thing she already knew about Camila was she did not want to stay a second longer at work than necessary.
“Yes, everyone,” Camila said, standing to leave. “And you should be there too.”
Anna grabbed her purse, slamming the locker closed. A lone piece of paper flew out from the force and floated down, sliding when it hit the floor directly into Camila’s foot. She picked it up, starting to look it over before Anna snatched it back.
“What’s that?”
“Nosey, aren’t we?” Anna said, giving a little smirk so Camila would know she wasn’t upset.
“Anything in the common area is fair game. Seriously that looked official. What is it?”
“It’s nothing really. I was asked if I was interested in representing the nursing staff on the community outreach team. I have prior experience from other hospitals that line up with what they do here.”
“Sounds like extra work without the extra pay. Are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
They made their way down the corridors heading to parking garage. Camila took a sudden turn at a door when they made it to ground level. She had shown Anna this route on the first nice day. A direct walk outside to the parking garage. Anna smiled as the sun hit her face. November hit different down here than the cold dreary Northeast fall and winters she had grown up with.
“Are you really thinking about not going?” Camila said, bringing up the topic again.
Anna paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I don’t really know anyone that well yet and- “
Camila stopped in her tracks, turning to Anna. “And everyone on the team already loves you.”
“Really?” Anna cocked an eyebrow. “Even Sue?”
Camila let out a loud laugh. “Especially Sue! She may be a little…outgoing, but she has the best heart and she’s had nothing but nice things to say about you. Seriously Anna. I know you’ve only been working here less two months, but it’s like you’ve always been here. You fit in so great.”
A warmth spread across Anna’s chest at those words. She had been searching for so long for a sense of belonging and this was the first hospital she had worked at in years that felt right. “That’s really nice to hear.”
It really had been that long. After spending the last five years as a traveling nurse, Anna had grown tired of the constant moving. Sure, the pay had been great, and she got to see different parts of the country, but it had also started to wear on her. A growing part of her also knew that for her, being a traveling nurse was as much running away from her lonely past as it was wanting to see the country. She finally agreed that “doing the sensible thing”, as her sister always suggested, and finding a permanent location was for the best.
Going home was out of the question for her. So, she figured out areas of the country that were most in need of nursing staff, narrowed it down to ten, wrote the cities on pieces of paper, threw them into a bowl and blindly grabbed one. Pensacola it was. It really had been that simple. Luckily her first choice in hospitals in the area had an opening in the department she wanted, and the rest all fell into place.
“Alright, tell me where everyone is going,” Anna said as they began to walk again.
Camila flashed the largest grin. “Does that mean you’re going?”
Anna held out her arm toward Camila. “Twist my arm.”
Camila giggled. “Rocklin’s. Towards the naval base. It’s a center point from where everyone lives. Nothing overly fancy, but it’s good food, good people, good music. You’ll love it!”
“Sounds…wait, did you say by the naval base?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“So, there’ll be military there?”
“Yes. It’s Pensacola, where don’t you see the military?”
“Point taken. But I know Sue is going to be on a mission to set me up at the bar.”
“Definitely.”
“…with a sailor.”
Camila laughed again. “I don’t think Sue is that particular. And to be fair, it’s not that big of a Navy bar. I think it’s mostly officers that do show up. At least it could be someone with rank.”
“No thank you.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Ugh.” Anna thought back to the one date she’d been on since moving down to Pensacola. “If you like going out with a pretentious know it all that doesn’t stop talking about himself the whole time, then no. I swear Camila, that was enough. I’ve had my fill of dating anyone in the military, officers included.”
“I don’t know. Some of them aren’t too bad looking and you don’t have date anyone. Nothing wrong with having a little fun and done.”
“Camila!”
Camila grabbed Anna’s arm. “Tell you what. I’ve got your back. You don’t have to talk to anyone, no matter what Sue says. We’re here to have fun. That’s it. I promise. So, it’s set. You’re going! I’ll even drive.”
“Thank you, but I’ll have to meet you. I’m working the afternoon at Dr. Intilli’s.”
“Again? Girl, if you aren’t at the hospital, you’re there! When do you take time to relax?”
“I like to stay busy.”
“Stay busy at the beach! It’s called taking a break.”
Anna thought about Camila’s words. She had been working in her free time at one of the ob/gyn offices. She adored working with the patients there and seeing some of them full circle when they came on the maternity ward, but Camila did have a point. Maybe she should cut down on the number of hours she was working and take the time to explore her new home.
“I will. Maybe after they hire- “
The roar shook Anna to her bones. She jumped and threw her gaze to the sky in time to see two blue blurs pass by. A few seconds later four more, slower and higher jets in a tight diamond pattern passed over the hospital. Everyone stopped to look up. A few cheered before the formation disappeared past the tree line.
“Looks like practice for the next season has started.” Camila said, nonchalantly.
“What was that?” Anna asked as she tried to assess the state of her hearing.
Camila tilted her head with a confused look. “What do you mean, ‘what was that?’ It’s the Blue Angels.”
“The who?”
Camila looked almost disgusted at Anna’s question. “You cannot be serious. The Blue Angels? You know, the Navy demonstration team? The ones you see at shows? The big blue fighter jets? Ringing any bells?” Camila stopped and stared at Anna waiting for some recognition.
“No bells, just ears.” Anna tugged at her ear. She had a vague idea of what Camila was talking about. But not to the level she was expecting of Anna. “What are they doing here?”
The look of bewilderment on Camila’s turned to understanding. “That’s right, this is new to you! The team ended last season before you moved here. Get used to them. They are stationed at NAS here. It’s an institution around these parts.”
“Is it always this loud?”
“They don’t usually fly that close to the hospital. It must be a welcome back flyby. The patients get a kick out of seeing them out the windows. Anyway, we should be done now with the noise. What were you saying?”
Anna waved her off. “It wasn’t important.”
“Oh, I remember. Less work, more play.” Camila bumped Anna's shoulder playfully.
“Something like that.”
“Hey, who knows. Maybe you’ll meet a handsome airman on Friday.” The twinkle in Camila's eyes looked like trouble.
Anna rolled her eyes and said definitively. “Absolutely not.”
#Edin what did you write#kristanna#Up in the air#frozen#anna#kristoff#Up in the air chapter 2#chapters will probably be out once a week#but the first two feel more like introductions and I wanted to post Anna's part earlier
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