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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 1 year ago

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Jessica was ravenously hungry by the time she got back to Oldbrush Valley. It had been a long day at the end of a long week. So it was no surprise that her first stop was at the Oldbrush Valley 24-Hour Diner. Latif wasn't around, given that it was two in the morning, but she still gave a polite wave to the night staff and smiled apologetically as she ordered a burger that was more grease than meat, a side of fried potatoes, and a plate of hash browns with onion and mushroom. She resolved to tip well as the server took her order and went to the back.

Then she heard the bell at the door ring. She didn't look up from the book she was pretending to read - she was hoping not to have her face noticed if she could help it - but unfortunately, the stranger took a seat at the booth directly across from her, so she was forced to look up.

The stranger was wearing an off-brand Stetson, a pair of torn and well-loved sturdy blue jeans, and a plain white tank top under a bona-fide deerskin jacket, fringes and all. There was patch on the right breast of the jacket, clearly handmade that read "SHE/HER - IT/IT - YEE/HAW". Her chestnut brown hair was short, barely visible under the hat, and she was lightly tanned and freckled from time in the sun. There was a faded scar across its left eye, and those eyes were colored a slightly unnatural tawny orange. Despite these differences, Jessica clearly marked the stranger as being, without a doubt, herself. She sighed and folded the book. "Hey."

"Howdy, pilgrim," the older Jessica said, tipping her hat. Yee spoke in an exaggerated light drawl, like a southern belle in a period drama. "Name's Jessie. How bout yourself?"

"That isn't our voice," Jessica said, squinting. "And what's with your eyes?"

Jessie laughed. "Ah been 'round the block enough t'know when fakin' a voice ain't gonna hurt anyone. An' we're half Texan, remember? I ain't appropriatin' nothin'. Mama would be proud. An' the eyes are contacts. Ah still got the worst vision this side'a the Mississippi, but the glasses didn' exactly fit in with th'cowgirl charm."

"Okay, but why in tarnation," she said, putting on an accent herself, "are you pretending to be a cowboy?"

"Started doin' it as a joke based on somethin' a friend of a friend of a friend were talkin' about. Kept the bit up a bit too long, then figured out it were givin' me a right bit a'gender euphoria. So ah'm still doin' it, pilgrim."

"And that's why you have fucking 'yee/haw' pronouns? Wait, does this mean I'm going to be a cowboy in..." she studied Jessie's face. "Er, around four years? Five?"

"Three years an' eight months, by my count. The scar don't help my girlish complexion, ah'm sure, but I reckon I don't look like I'm turnin' to dust jes' yet. An' it ain't that simple. We ain't... connected, properly, though ah do represent one version of yer future, the end result a'three years a choices an' events that may happen similarly or may diverge wildly. Lotta that's up to you. If'n ya wanna try out the cowboy thing, I can take you to the shop where I got my hat."

"I think I'll be alright for now. So... what are you and the other Jessica doing here?"

Jessie looked confused at this. "Other Jessica?"

"The one still at OVER? With the dyed hair?"

"Ah... don't know nothin' about that one, ah'm afraid. Might be somethin' the two'a us oughta look into. Ah'm here to keep an eye on you, an' to keep things on track, t'turn out in our favor." It paused. "More or less. Ah ain't exactly back here'a mah own free will, but as long as ah'm in this time period, might as well do what I can t'help y'all along."

"I don't want to be 'helped along.' I don't want any part of this. I want to go away and live."

"Fraid it ain't that simple. Yer a proper parta this mess now, an' it ain't easy gettin' free'a it. Once the people involved know yer name, know yer important, that importance is gonna propagate in all directions, makin' its way to anyone who finds themself part'a this. It ain't just WOE.BEGONE that's got us down as a person of interest. OVER, The Flinchites, the Walters Base... an' that's sayin' nothin' a' OI tryna hunt us down."

"Wait, what? Flinchites? Walters Base? OI? I don't know what any of that means, Jessie-"

"An' we ain't got time fer me t'explain it. Ah'll fill ya in later, ah promise, but things are heatin' up for ya. Case in point, the goons waiting for'ya outside this diner."

"The what?"

"You were followed, Jessica. Two men in a black van been tailin'ya since ya got back into the valley. Ah don't recognize them, but ah reckon by the pistols in their laps they ain't got friendly intentions with us."

"Shit. Shit. What do we do now?" Jessica stood up in a panic.

"Y'calm down, first of all. Ain't any help panickin'. Ah reckon they ain't plannin' on confrontin' us while we're in the diner, or they woulda done so. Probably plannin' on shootin'ya down in cold blood when you get back to the car. Or if they're really gettin' artsy with it, they rigged yer hunk'a junk up to explode when ya hit the ignition."

"So?"

"So that means we got time t'relax an' think of a plan. An' to eat our food." Yee waved over the server. "Howdy, ma'am, you're lookin' right purdy. Ah'll take a caffeine-free Diet Pepsi, an order'a fried potatoes, an' a side'a sausage gravy. All on a separate check from my friend here. An' if'n y'all can forget y'saw the two'a us here at the same time if folks come around askin', that'd be mighty kind."

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Jensen Ackles One Shots!!

Secrets

Being the other woman can be hard

Burn

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”

I’ll Take Care Of You

(Requested) All you wanted was a night that your surgeon boyrfriend didn’t have to be a doctor, just a night with the two of you, but when do things ever goes a planned? Jensen ends up having to take care of you….

Gifted Hands

Part 1

Part 2

(Requested)That surgeon Jensen story was so amazing. Bless the anon who requested that & bless you for writing it😂 reading that I had idea, if you could write another Jensen story, maybe it could be the reader having a major surgery and she is scared so Jensen being her surgeon prepping her from like a month? He stays with her while anaesthesia and then takes care of her? Oh oh, you can maybe add some funny, embarrassing moments, like catheter? That sounded weird but it would make an interesting story😂

Prank Gone Wrong

Jared thinks it will be funny to screw with Jensen during a sex scene…

Jokes On You

Request: Can you write reader x J2 (platonic), like reader is teen actress, she is close with Jared but Jensen hates her coz she is very childish prob but reader loves him like a brother. One day some accident is about to happen and reader throws her before Jensen and saves him. She gets injured and then Jensen learns her mistake and they make up and go out for a movie and dinner and stuff? Like reader gets a little drunk at dinner and Jensen takes care of her the whole time even if Jared offered? TY!

Red

What happens when Jensen mistakes you for a prostitute…

Cramps…

Hi you sweet thing! You write really amazing! Congrats on 200 followers. I wanted to make a Jensen request. Tumblr ask is too small so this ask will be in 2 parta😂 This is kinda based on my experiences. Can you make a Jensen x reader where one day reader doesn’t go on set because her periods have come. Jensen being her friend gets worried and goes to her house. When he goes he finds out that she has been vomiting. Her stomachache, body pain is too much for her to even move. So Jensen Takes her to her room. Takes care of her the entire day (tries to cheer up her mood coz too many mood swings, like movies or other stuff, you add yours here). When in the evening the pain increases a lot so he takes her to ER. It’s a normal thing but reader has to take an injection for the pain. Reader panics because she’s afraid, so Jensen stays with her the entire time. He takes her home and makes dinner. And stays the night, cuddling her even if she was on periods. don’t know if I made sense there but really reading your Jensen stories, I was tempted to read more your work! I know it’s a weird request involving periods and all. Not sure if everyone is comfortable talking about that so, Sorry for that🥺 it’s okay if you say no😅

Doctor?

Requested fic: Jensen was told to go and find one of Dean’s old costumes to donate to a charity, what happens when he finds his old doctors outfit….

Your Better Half

Request: Sick!reader x Jensne ackles

You come down with a bad flu, and it’s up to Jensen to make sure you get better. Even if your difficult about it and afraid of needles.

Dancing in the Rain

Just a little fluffy smut drabble request from wattpad…

The Fall….

Requested: Hey you! I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jensen fic with some angst and fluff. An established relationship perhaps where the reader is his wife, and she’s home alone and she takes a really bad fall and breaks a body part (you can pick which)

First

Request: Hi! This is my second request, first one you wrote so well so I thought of troubling you again🙈 Can you write one virgin reader and Jensen ? This would be like when Jensen is around 29 or 30 years. Reader and Jensen are dating for like 3 months and on a sleepover things get heated and she tells him that she’s a virgin. Next all your smutty stuff, pain, pleasure, cuddles, talks etc! Next morning, breakfast and all fluffy moments! Thanks

What Daddy Says...

Written for Deanwanddemons 1K follower challenge. Prompt. Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me...

Shush...

Request: Hi, this is my first time but can i request a fic? based on the football match Jensen played, where the reader and jensen are playing a match and well wherever it leads? If you are comfortable with it, no pressure love

Let Me Spoil You..

Request: Hi! Love your work!😍 Can you write one fluffy hurt reader with Jensen? Like they have been dating just few days, reader has accident, has leg fractured, so she can't walk. He stays with her in hospital, then makes her stay at his house , Jensen has to carry her everywhere in the house and even to the bathroom! Goes with her to her every appointment of calcium injections, and all oher fluffy moments which you will add! Thanks!❤️

Matchmaker...

Request: My request was a Jensen x reader one shot. they meet thanks to Rob, they became friends but Jay is shy to ask her out and Rob has to kind of convince him to do it. when he does, reader freak out (bc her bad past)and call Rob for advices and he tell it's time for her to take a chance to be happy. They go on a date and became the super cute couple, and Rob loves to tell their story at conventions to everyone and comments under their posts things like: you are welcome. Thank you

You’re My Little Secret...

Request: I don't know how this request works, but can I get a Jensen one shot with everything in it, smut, angst, fluff, daddy kink? You decide the plot, I am so new xD but Like is it okay with you? It's okay if you can't write! ( A girl can try :p)

Daddy’s Little Girl...

Request: Hey you! Can I request a Jensen x Reader fic where they just had a kid. But for some reason only Jensen is able to calm the kid down. And the reader feels like she’s failing as a mother and as Jensen’s partner and feels left out. With lots of angst and fluff too, please? Thank you so much!

Together

Request: Hey! Can I request a Jensen x reader where reader is pregnant. Plot is like can you write experience in like 3rd or 4th month? Everyday Jensen stays with reader in bathroom when she had morning sickness. Then goes with her for vitamin shots. Reader panics in the doctors room, so doctor lefts so that Jensen will calm her down. He stays with her through full experience, then time gap and direct delivery room experience? Where reader curses Jensen but they have a son and everything's lovey again❤️

Migraines...

Request: May I request something? I suffer of chronic migraine and every time I say it hurts to much to hang out people tell me it's only an headache, Can you write a Jensen x reader where she is in a similar situation? She has a migraine in one of their first date, she didn't say anything but J can see she isn't ejoing herself and when he found out why he bring her home to give her something for the pain and cuddle. And in the future he always stay home and cuddle her when she has migraine? Thank you!

Second Chance

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: No one has life figured out at 18, but can one mistake made and twenty-one years of hurt and regret be fixed with an “I’m sorry?”

Don’t Make A Sound

Summary: You're forced to share a bed with your boss Jensen Ackles, and catch him having a very wet dream. Whatever will you do?

One Last Road Trip

Summary: J2 get in Baby one last time to make one more road trip home.

My Rescue Story

Summary: People can be cruel and judgemental, but they don’t get to see the side of him you see.

Let’s Get Lost

Summary: Jensen takes you on a date to the local corn maze in lue of Halloween, and the fall season with every intention of getting lost.

Mirror Mirror

Summary: It can be hard to be married to someone you see as virtually the most beautiful person in the world, when you don’t see yourself that way, and all eyes seem to be watching.

Pieces of Me

Summary: It can be so hard to let go, no matter how much you think you’ve prepared yourself.

The Famous Final Scene

Summary: Now it’s finally time to leave. Yes, it’s finally time to leave. It’s the famous final scene.

Work It Out

Summary: Coming to the gym to watch a hot guy lift weights pays off in the best way.

More Than A Bad Dream

Summary: Jensen has been away filming for what feels like an eternity. Your night time problems have been getting worse and worse. Will he get home in time to pull you from your self destructive funk.

So Pretty...

Smutty Drabble

Bring Him Home, Baby. Bring Him Home...

Summary: Jensen struggles with how to bring his best imaginary friend back to life, and Y/N helps him in the only way she knows how.

His Dirty Little Secret...

Summary: Rut can be hard, but a lot harder when your trapped at a convention with no means of finding any relief or any privacy.

#Jensen Ackles #jensen ackles one shots #jensen ackles masterlist #jawritter masterlist #jawritter

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betterdaysareatoenailaway · 4 years ago

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RANDOM REVIEW #2: ANY GIVEN SUNDAY (1999)

“This game has got to be about more than winning. You’re part of something.” Any Given Sunday (1999), directed by Oliver Stone and featuring Jamie Foxx, Dennis Quaid, Cameron Diaz, Al Pacino, LL Cool J, James Woods, and Matthew Modine, is my favourite sports movie of all time. Of all time.

I’m not betraying my favourite sport by saying this. The Mighty Ducks is a kid’s movie. It’s okay, but it’s not a timeless classic. I don’t like the Slap Shot series, Sudden Death is fun but silly, and the Goon movies were a missed opportunity. The only truly good scene in Goon is the diner scene where Liev Schreiber tells Seann William Scott: “Don’t go trying to be a hockey player. You’ll get your heart ripped out.”

Such is the sad circumstance of the hockey enforcer. They all want to play, not just fight. Here’s a link to a video in which the most feared fighter in the history of the NHL, Bob Probert, explains that he wanted to be “an offensive threat...like Bobby Orr,” not a fighter: https://youtu.be/4sbxejbMH4g?t=118 Heartbreaking. But not unusual.

Donald Brashear, Marty McSorley, Tie Domi, Stu “The Grim Reaper” Grimson, Frazer McLaren: they all had hockey skills. But they were told they had to fight to remain on the roster, so they fought. As Schreiber says in the film: “You know they just want you to bleed, right?” If the players don’t bleed, they don’t get to stay on the team. So they fight, and they pay dearly for it later. Many former fighters have CTE or other head injuries that make day-to-day life difficult. The makers of Goon should have taken that scene and run with it. I was so disappointed they didn’t, especially given what happened right around the time the film came out, with the tragic suicides of Wade Belak, Derek Boogaard, and Rick Rypien, all enforcers, all dead in a single summer. So Hollywood hasn’t even made a good hockey movie, let alone a great one. Baseball has a shitload of good films, probably because the slower pace of play makes it easier to film. Moneyball has a terrific home run scene, Rookie of the Year does too. Angels in the Outfield was a big favourite of mine when I was a kid, plus all the Major League films, and Bull Durham.

Football has two good movies: The Program (1993) and Rudy (1993).

And football has one masterpiece. The one I am writing about today.

A young Oliver Stone trying not to die in Vietnam. ^ Now, I know Stone is laughed at these days, given his nutty conspiracy theories and shitty behaviour and the marked decline in the quality of his films (although 2012’s Savages was underrated). I know Stone is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but do you want a football movie to be subtle? Baseball, sure. It’s a game of fine distinctions, but football? Football is war. And war is about steamrolling the enemy, distinctions be damned, which is why Any Given Sunday is such an amazing sports film. I love the way it shows the dark side of football. In fact, the film is so dark that the NFL withdrew their support and cooperation, forcing Stone to create a fictitious league and team to portray what he wanted to portray.

This is not to say the movie is fresh or original. Quite the opposite. Any Given Sunday has every single sports film cliché you can think of. But precisely because it tries to stuff every single cliché into its runtime, the finished product is not a cliched mess so much as a rich tapestry, a dense cinema verite depiction of the dizzying highs and depressing lows of a professional sports team as it wins, loses, parties, and staggers its way through a difficult season. Cliché #1: The aging quarterback playing his final year, trying to win one last championship. (Dennis Quaid)

Sample dialog: Dennis Quaid (lying in a hospital bed severely injured): Don’t give up on me coach. Al Pacino: You’re like a son to me. I’ll never give up on you. ^ I know this sounds awful. But it’s actually fuckin’ great. Cliché #2: The arrogant upstart new player who likes hip hop and won’t respect the old regime. (Jamie Foxx)

Cliché #3: The walking wounded veteran who could die if he gets hit one more time. Coincidentally, he needs just one more tackle to make his million-dollar bonus for the season. (Lawrence Taylor)

Cliché #4: The female executive in a man’s world who must assert herself aggressively in order to win the grudging respect of her knuckle-dragging male colleagues (Cameron Diaz). Diaz is fantastic in the role, though she should have had more screen time, given that the main conflict in the film is very much about the new generation, as represented by her and Jamie Foxx, trying to replace the old generation, represented by Al Pacino, Dennis Quaid, Jim Brown, and Lawrence Taylor. Some people think Diaz’s character is too calculating, but here’s the thing: she’s right. Too many sports GMs shell out millions for the player an individual used to be, not the player he presently is. “I am not resigning a 39-year old QB, no matter how good he was,” she tells Pacino’s coach character, and you know what? She’s right. The Leafs’ David Clarkson signing is proof positive of the perils of signing a player based on past performance, not current capability. Diaz’s character is the living embodiment of the question: do you want to win, or do you want to be loyal? Cuz sometimes you can’t do both.

Cliché #5: The team doctor who won’t sacrifice his ethics for the good of the team (Matthew Modine).

Cliché #6: The team doctor who will sacrifice his ethics for the good of the team (James Woods)

Cliché #7: The grizzled, thrice-divorced coach who has sacrificed everything for his football team, to the detriment of his social and familial life, who must give a stirring speech at some point in the film (Al Pacino…who goes out there and gives the all-time greatest sports movie “we must win this game” speech)

Cliché #8: The assistant or associate coach who takes a parental interest in his players, playing the good cop to the head coach’s bad cop (former NFL star Jim Brown).

Best quote: “Who wants to be thinking about blitzes and crossblocks when you’re holding your grandkids in your arms? That’s why I wanna coach high school. Kids don’t know nothing. They just wanna play.”

Cliché #9: The player who can’t stop doing drugs (L.L. Cool J).

Okay, so the first thing that needs to be talked about is Al Pacino’s legendary locker room speech. Now, it’s the coach’s job to rile up and inspire the players. But eloquence alone won’t do it. If you use certain big words, you lose them (remember Brian Burke being endlessly mocked by the Toronto media for using the word “truculent?”). The coach must deliver the message in a language the players understand, while still making victory sound lofty and aspirational. This is not an easy thing to accomplish. One of my favourite inspirational lines was spoken by “Iron” Mike Keenan to the New York Rangers before Game 7 against the Vancouver Canucks in 1994. “Win tonight, and we’ll walk together forever.” Oooh that’s gorgeous. But Pacino’s speech is right up there with it.

“You know, when you get old in life…things get taken from you. That’s parta life. But you only learn that when you start losin’ stuff. You find out…life’s this game of inches. So’s football. In either game – life or football – the margin for error is so small. I mean…one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it…one half second too slow, too fast, you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches that’s gonna make the fuckin difference between winnin’ and losin’! Between livin’ and dyin’!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_iKg7nutNY Somehow, against all odds, Any Given Sunday succeeds. It is the Cinderella run of sports movies. You root for the film as you watch it. The dressing room scenes are incredible…the Black players listen to the newest hip hop while a trio of lunkhead white dudes headbang and scream “Hetfield is God.” There is a shower scene where a linebacker, tired of being teased about the size of his penis, tosses his pet alligator into the showers where it terrorizes his tormentors. There is a scene where a halfback has horrible diarrhea, but he’s hooked up to an IV so the doctor (Matthew Modine) has to follow him into the toilet cubicle, crinkling his nose as the player evacuates his bowels. There is a scene where someone loses an eye (the only scene in the film where Stone’s over-the-top approach misses the mark). There are scenes that discuss concussions (which is why the NFL refused to cooperate for the film), where Lawrence Taylor has to sign a waiver absolving the team of responsibility if he is hurt or paralyzed or killed. I wonder how purists and old school football fans reacted to the news that Oliver Stone was making a football film. If they even knew who he was (not totally unlikely…Stone made a string of jingoistic war movies in the 1980s) they probably thought the heavy hands of Oliver would ruin the film, take the poetry out of every play. But the actual football is filmed perfectly. The camera gets nice and low for the tackles. It flies the arcs of perfect spiral passes. It shows the chaos of a defensive line barreling down the field. When Al Pacino asked quarterback Dan Marino (fresh off his own Hollywood experience acting in Ace Ventura: Pet Detective) what it was like to be an NFL QB, Marino said: “Imagine standing on a highway with traffic roaring at you while trying to read Hamlet.” A great explanation. Shoulda made the movie. So the football itself is fabulously done. Much better than what Cameron Crowe did in the few football scenes in Jerry Maguire. The Program had some great football, as did Rudy, but neither come close to the heights of Any Given Sunday. In one of the film’s best scenes, Jamie Foxx insists that his white coaches have routinely placed him in situations where he was doomed to fail or prone to injury, and we believe him because white coaches have been doing that to Black players for decades. Quarterback Doug Williams, who led his Washington Redskins team to a Superbowl victory in 1987, was frequently referred to by even liberal media outlets as a “Black quarterback,” instead of just “quarterback,” as if his skin colour necessitated a qualification. Even now, in 2021, the majority of quarterbacks are white, although the gap is gradually closing. The 2020 season saw the highest number of starting Black quarterbacks, with 10 out of a possible 32. Quarterback is the most cerebral position on the field, and for a long time there was a racist belief that Black men couldn’t do the job. Foxx’s character is a composite of many of the different Black quarterbacks who came of age in the 1990s, fighting for playing time against white QBs beloved by their fan base, fawned over in hagiographic Sports Illustrated profiles, and protected by the good ol’ boys club of team executives and coaching staff. Foxx’s character isn’t demoted because he can’t play the game. He wins several crucial games for his team en route to the playoffs. He’s demoted because he listens to hip hop in the dressing room, because he recorded a rap song and shot a video for it, and because he’s cocky. Yes, the scene where he asks out Cameron Diaz is sexist, as if her power only comes from her sexuality, not her intelligence and business acumen, but it’s meant to show how overly confident Foxx is, not that he’s a sexist prick. Any Given Sunday isn’t a single issue film. It’s basically an omni-protest piece. It gleefully shows football’s dark side, and there is no director better than Oliver Stone for muck-raking. He’s in full-on investigative journalist mode in Any Given Sunday, showing how and why players play through serious brain injuries. How because they are given opiates, often leading to debilitating addictions (this happens in all contact sports...Colorado Avalanche player Marek Svatos overdosed on heroin a few years after retiring from injuries). As to why, Stone gives two reasons. One, team doctors are paid by the team, not the players, therefore their decisions will benefit the team, not the players. And two, the players themselves are encouraged to underreport injuries and play through them because stats are incentivized. James Woods unethical doctor argues with Modine’s idealistic one because an MRI the latter called for a player to have costs the team $20k. But the player in question, Lawrence Taylor, plays anyway because his contract is stat incentivized and if he makes on more tackle he gets a million dollars. Incentivizing stats leads to players playing hurt. And although I loathe this term, a lazy go-to for film critics, Stone really does give an unflinching account of how this shit happens and why. When Williams is inevitably hurt and lying prone on the field, he woozily warns the paramedics who are placing him on a stretcher to “be careful…I’m worth a million dollars.” It’s tragic, yet you’re happy for him. The film really makes you care about these guys. Thanks to the smartly written script, the viewer knows that Williams has four kids, and you’re pleased he made his bonus because, in all likelihood, after he retires, his injuries will prevent him from any kind of gainful employment (naturally, they give the TV analyst jobs to retired white players, unless Williams can somehow land the coveted token Black guy gig). Stone is not above fan service, a populist at heart, and he stuffs the film with former and then-current NFL players, a miraculous stunt given the fact that the NFL revoked their cooperation. Personally, I think this was a good thing because it meant Stone didn’t have to compromise (the league wanted editorial say on all issues pertaining to the league…meaning they would have cut the best storyline, which is the playing hurt one). It also meant that they had to rename the team and the league. While I’m sure this took away from the realism for some fans, I’m cool with it. It also allowed the moviemakers to name the team the Sharks, a perfect name for this roving band of predatory capitalist sports executives. In another example of fan service, the call-girl Pacino’s quintessential lonely workaholic character rents a girlfriend experience from is none other than Elizabeth Berkley of Showgirls, who had been unfairly blacklisted after the titular Verhoven/Esterhaz venture, a movie my wife showed me one day while I was dopesick, which I became so transfixed and mesmerized by that I forgot I was. As mentioned above, the only misstep in the film is one of the offshoots of the Playing Hurt arc, where a player loses an eye on the field. Not because he gets poked, but because he gets hit so hard his eye simply falls out. A medic runs onto the field and puts the white globe on ice. Stone cast a player with a glass eye in order to achieve this effect. No CGI! Still, the scene is unconvincing, a tad too over-the-top. But this is Oliver Stone. At least Any Given Sunday’s sole over-the-top moment is a throwaway scene lasting all of thirty seconds. It easily could have been a secondary plot-line in which government officials try to sneak a Cuban football prodigy out of Castro’s communist stronghold but the player is brutally murdered the morning the officials arrive at his apartment to escort him to the private plane. Or else the team GM is revealed to be a massive international cocaine dealer. Or the tight end is one half of a serial killer couple. The film follows its own advice, focusing more on the players growth, particularly Beamon’s (Foxx). The anonymity of the title, Any Given Sunday, elevates the game, not the players. Thank God, the movie doesn’t force Beamon to assimilate into Pacino’s mold. He buys into the team-first philosophy without renouncing his idiosyncratic POV or his fierce individuality. This is a triumph. One of my biggest problems with sports is the flattening effect it can have on creative individuals. Players take media training in order to sound as alike as possible during media interviews, a long row of stoic giants spouting cliches. It’s boring. Which is why media latch onto a loudmouth, even while they scold him for it. All sports are dying for an intelligent mouthpiece who can explain his motivations in a succinct, sound-bite-friendly, manner. Sports are entertainment. As much as I love Sidney Crosby, in my heart I have to go with Alexander Ovechkin because Ovechkin is far more thrilling, both on and off the ice. Unlike almost every other NHL star before him, all of whom were forced to kneel and kiss Don Cherry’s Rock Em Sock Em ring, Ovechkin defiantly told the media he simply did not care about Cherry or Cherry’s disgusting parental reaction to one of Ovie’s more creative goal celebrations (called a “celly” in the biz). On the play in question, Ovechkin scored the goal, then dropped his stick and mimed warming his hands over it, as if his stick were on fire. As cheesy as the celebration appeared to the naked eye, it’s both a funny and accurate notion. Ovechkin was the hottest scorer in the league for many years and his stick was on fire, metaphorically speaking. The only celly I can think of that matches up in terms of creativity and entertainment value came from Teemu Selanne in 1993, who scored a beauty of a goal, threw one of his gloves straight up into the air, then pumped his stick like a shotgun while “shooting” his glove. Of course, Cherry took exception to it. Cherry’s favourite goal celebration features Bobby Orr putting his head down and refraining from raising his hands over his head. Cherry’s idea of an appropriate goal celly is no celly at all. This from a man who claims “we’ve got to sell our game.” But when an arrogant player shows up and he’s not white, he’s in for a shitload of bad press. Foxx’s Beamon illustrates this beautifully when he yells at Pacino after Pacino cuts him for an older QB who has lost four games this season. “Don’t play that racism card with me,” Pacino warns. “Okay…okay…” Foxx nods, “Maybe it’s not racism. Maybe it’s ‘placism’…as in…a brother got to know his place.”

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Here is the original theatrical trailer, featuring Garbage’s classic “Push It.”

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Above Lawrence Taylor begs Matthew Modine for Cortazone. There’s also a great scene where Pacino is trying to figure out where he has gone wrong and Diaz just looks at him. “You got old,” she says simply. No enterprise is more cruel to an aging human being than sports. And this movie makes football a big giant corporate machine that chews players up and spits them out, injured and drug addicted, after four or five years. Those who play for a decade are lucky. This is still how the NFL works. And the NHL is increasingly becoming a young man’s game. Experience matters less and less.

When I started watching hockey in the 90s, players regularly competed into their late 30s. Not so anymore. Players peak at 23-24 now, and are often out of the league by age 35. Thornton and Chelois are exceptions, not the rule. After more than two hours, Any Given Sunday finally lurches across the finish line, bravely refusing to give its viewers a traditional happy ending, in the great tradition of underdog sports films like Rocky and Rudy. The bombshell dropped by Pacino’s character at the end feels less surprising than inevitable, but by now the movie has explored so much of professional sports' seedy underbelly that you're glad it's over. The film is great but exhausting. Stone seems to be advancing the notion that the sport itself is pure, but the people in it are corrupt. If money weren’t involved, the game would be played for its own sake.

I agree with this. People playing pond hockey are engaging in wholesome fun, not necessarily practicing to make a professional league. Commerce corrupts the purity of the game, and the extent to which it corrupts is directly proportional to how badly the individual in question needs the commerce. Of course, the sport is highly racialized, with people in positions of authority white, and those being told what to do with their bodies Black.

Any Given Sunday is an important film, but it never sacrifices entertainment for the sake of moralizing. That it pulls off such a strong moralistic stance is a testament to the actors, who are all incredible, and the material, which is among the strongest of Stone’s career.

He never really made a great movie after this one. So check it out sometime.

#betterdaysareatoenailaway #anygivensunday #al pacino #jamie foxx #dennis quaid #james woods #matthew modine #jim brown #lawrence taylor #cameron diaz #ll cool j

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seleneaedits · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that your edits are SO PRETTY!! They're just perfect! The colors and style like it's so so amazing!! Could you please tell me how you do them? Especially wallpapers because they're just *chef's kiss* Thank you and hope you have a great day! (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

THANK YOUUUUU 💞💕❤️ I'm glad you like them :D

And I'm really sorry this took me so long to answer, tumblr deleted the whole thing like 5 times on the same day, and after that I was a kind of busy studying for a test-

Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted to know how I do the phone wallpapers or the deskstop wallpapers, so I did a little tutorial for the phone wallpapers! If you want to know about the deskstop ones let me know and I'll do another one :D

I use the apps PhotoEditor and SuperImpose (mainly), but I'm sure you can do this with any other editing apps/programs! (Also, you can get SuperImpose with any apk from youtube)

To start doing the wallpapers, I do a kind-of collage with the pictures that fit the theme I want, in a blank picture with the size of the screen. I get most of my pictures from Pinterest, but sometimes I also get some from these sites

You don't need a specific number of pictures, pick as much as you want

Then I put two plain color squares, and add a shadow (but with little opacity so it doesn't look too dark), it should look like this

And after that I just put the character(s) sprites over the square, cutting out the parta that are below it (and sometimes some parts that go to the sides, leaving only the hair off the square)

That would be it for the 1st type I do the most! You can add filters, overlays, borders, anything you want

Now, going onto the second one

For this one I change a lot of stuff everytime so this is just the last one I made, you can try adding new stuff or changing anything!

First I open a plain image with the color I want, and add this grid thingy

It should look like this

Then, I open the background for the previous wallpaper, and add the color with the grid, but choosing a triangle or any shape that cuts off a little part of it at the left top, and on top of it I add a plain color triangle (or any shape that could work) with a plain color, it can be a different one or just a different shade of the grid one

After all that, I add the transparent(s), and do the same thing from the previous step, but this time at the bottom

(I accidentally moved it when I took the screenshot, but the pink part is there ahah-)

And for the last part, I add a filter or gradient

I actually don't do much complex stuff for this part, I just put a plain colored square covering the whole picture and lower the opacity. When I want to use a gradient I do the same thing but putting two colors in the square (it's a tool the app I use has, but it probably can be done with any other app)

And that would be it! If I left anything out or you want me to explain something better let me know! Also, as I said at the start, since I did phone wallpapers, I can do another tutorial (kind of) with how I do the deskstop wallpapers :D

I hope this helps!

PD the characters in the wallpapers are Luna Wyndell and Selene Ambrose from Midnight Train, it's a great game

#tutorial #i guess? ahah

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 5 years ago

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The Biker Gang Leader’s Account

Can I get’cha anything to drink?

Huh? Um, no thanks, I’m not thirsty. Plus, I don’t plan on staying long...

Yeah, I should damn well hope so...

So what the hell’re you after huh?

I just want to talk about...this...

*Shuichi reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. It shows the security camera footage of Eje retreating from the bar area.

This is you...right?

The hell’re you tryin’ to say?

When I told you I was a detective who didn’t work for the police, I wasn’t lying to you. However, I AM looking into the murder of your right hand man on behalf of Koichi Kizakura’s lawyer.

Wait, wait, back the fuck up...You mean to say that you’re defending that asshole Kizakura?

...

Get out...

M-Me?

No, them...

*Eje sings towards his two grunts who are in the room with him. They hesitate, but after being ordered to do so, they leave. As soon as they close and lock the door behind them, Eje gets uncomfortably close to Shuichi’s face, and his breath hits him.

Go to hell asswipe...If that’s the case I ain’t telling you shit!

Mr Karma...I already told you that I would rather avoid a fight...

But I’m not leaving here without answers. Now that we’re alone, I hope I can get them easier.

Garr...Listen here, Shit-hara...

*Eje prods Shuichi in the chest with his finger

You sure as shit ain’t walking outta this unscathed. You can get outta this building, but I know that pretty boy face of yours now...

*Shuichi backs up slightly, recognizing that Eje has no intention of doing so.

So...you really think Kizakura killed Isao?

Of course I do! Who else could’ve done him in!?

That’s what we’re trying to find out. If I gather enough clues, I can know for sure...

You really do have a few bolts loose...Kizakura cut off Kawaguchi’s head, end of the fucking story!

Where? How?

In the alleyway behind the fucking bar! Dickhead tortured him to death!

But Isao wasn’t killed in the alley. I have proof of that...

Huh? The fuck are you talking about?

There were no noticeable bloodstains around Isao’s body. After taking a look at the body and the area around the bar, I deduced that the weapon that killed him was a fire axe. However, if that is the case, then there would have been blood everywhere...

Blood is hard to dispose of on concrete streets, yet the alleyway looked like it hadn’t been cleaned at all. Thus, I figured that his actual murder location may have been somewhere else.

...

Yeah...yeah, that makes sense...

‘K I’m convinced...Get busy askin’ or get busy leavin’!

Thank you so much sir...

Let’s start again. After you retreated from the area, where did you go? I heard a bit about you before I came to talk to you and I learned something. You’re the type of person who always likes to be part of the action, so it’s weird you didn’t come back.

Furthermore, you’d just been punched in the face pretty hard. No self-respecting biker gang leader would take that lying down.

Pfft...Damn straight I wouldn’t...I let my boys rough him up, but I had to do somethin’ to get back at that pencil-stached prick! So I went back to the base, rallied up a couple more boys, grabbed a baseball bat, and go join in on the fun...

But in the end...no one agreed to come, right?

What the hell’re you talking about, course they did! I weren’t desperate or nothin’ but they were just as pumped as me about it! On toppa that, I’m boss o’ this joint! If I say “do this” you fucking do it!

Wait...So, you DID go to join?

Yeah, and we busted our way into that nightclub to rough that bastard up even more.

D-Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t gonna kill him. I just wanted him to learn his lesson...

W-Wait a second! Y-You mean to say you were inside the nightclub!? How? No one else should have been in there!

I think I see where you’re comin’ from. Reason you didn’t see us was because we went in through the back...

The back?

There’s a security camera out back, but some drunk asshat threw a rock at it, and now it don’t work...

So...you really were in the nightclub?

Fucking...Yes! I was in the nightclub!

Not a soul in the damn house though...even Dash had left...

N-No one was in there when you broke in?

The place was a mess, but we searched every parta’ the joint...Didn’t find a single person, dead or alive...

That was enough to rough up my mood, but then Kawaguchi ended up missing and then later found dead as a fucking rat...

And when did you actually break into the nightclub?

I remember the time exactly...it was 00:18.

So just after midnight? According to the prosecution, that’s when Kizakura should have been roughing Isao up inside the bar...If you’re telling the truth, the story doesn’t hold up...

I ain’t got no reason to lie to ya right now...It’d be bad for me...But frankly, I don’t give a shit what the prosecution thinksa’ this. Kizakocksucker killed Kawaguchi, ain’t no other way around it...

W-Well...(Kizakocksucker!?)

Maybe so, but if they want to be sure, the public need to hear your story.

I have a favor to ask of you Captain Karma. Could you maybe take the stand in court? I think if...

Ugh!

*Shuichi is cut off as Eje suddenly grabs his neck scruff!

You’ve gotta be fuckin’ joking with me, right? Why in gods name would I do that!?

*Shuichi struggles as Eje carries his body to the window. To his alarm, Eje opens the window and chucks him out of it.

AHHH!

Oof!

*He lands safely in a pile of rubbish. He looks back up at the window to see Eje poking his head out it...

W-Well...I guess I can’t force you to testify...But it was worth a shot.

Listen here Shit-hara! If I ever see your face around here again, I won’t be so damn merciful!

*Eje slams the window shut.

I see. I’m glad you’re alright.

I’m safe...but I think I need a shower. I just got thrown out of a window into a pile of trash...

In the very least, did you get the whole conversation?

I think I get it...Karma and his crew bust into the Mighty Anchor around midnight and they don’t find anyone around.

Yes...Kizakura told us that he left Isao’s body where it was and then left the bar. Hypothetically, the fight should have ended around midnight. If Karma is telling the truth, which I think he is, then Kizakura’s story holds up.

However, that doesn’t explain what happened with Isao’s unconscious body. The real killer might have gone in and done the work shortly after Koichi left though...If they got it done before Eje and the others broke in, then it’d be easier for us.

S-So Mr Kizakura’s in the clear? He’s really not guilty?

Until we have proof that he actually went to the batting cages, then we can’t say.

I see...

Well...should we call it a day? I need a wash...

Yeah, I suppose that’s our best course of action right now...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #oc #shuichi saihara #eje karma #kyoko kirigiri #chihiro fujisaki #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #the trial of koichi kizakura arc

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stcries-a · 4 years ago

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@feraliix // starter call .

❝ doesn’t anyone else find it weird how you kids keep hangin’ round me . one day, they’re gonna think you’re parta’ team skull . ❞ ----- hands almost immediately fall into baggy pockets, eyebrows raising in curiosity upon the young trainer . sure, the whole happy go - lucky personality the other wielded made things much more believable . . . still, the youth these days was severely unpredictable .

❝ if you wanted ta’ say something, out with it already . i ain’t got all day . ❞

#.// guzma tag .#[ feraliix . ]#.// brain farted again . idk what the heckie this is .

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youhearstatic · 5 years ago

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Delirium, Prompt #3

(Story is continued, it begins here)

A handful more explosions could be heard in the distance over the next few minutes. When the first two went off, Barry and Lup were simply sitting on the ground, their linked hands clutching each other for comfort.

Both of them were worrying about the others, about what was coming, about how long they would be safe. There was no point in voicing the thoughts.

After the second distant explosion, Lup pulled her satchel into her lap with her free hand and began feeling around inside.

“I’ve got a scarf in here,” she told him, then realized there was no way for him to know where ‘here’ was. “I had a bag over my shoulder with the lunch I was bringing for you,” she explained. “I just grabbed it off my door, there’s no real telling what all is inside.” She was rambling but it didn’t matter. They both needed the distraction.

“Anyway, I think that I can make a tourniquet out of it.” She squeezed his hand again, still not letting go. “You’ll be very stylish,” she promised.

He shifted beside her and her stomach flipped fearfully, worried the rocks were giving way or that he was losing alertness.

“Barry?” she asked, alarmed.

“I’m okay,” he answered, then grunted, “not dead yet. I promise to tell you if I am.” He squeezed her fingers in two quick pulses.

“Not funny,” she told him. There was a curve to her mouth that said otherwise but in the darkness, there was no way he could see it.

“Okay, found it, let me… hmm…” She got to her knees and put her free hand over their linked ones, patting him as she untwined her fingers from his. “Scoot forward just a bit and I’ll… yeah, exactly.”

He shifted forward and she moved in closer, planting one knee behind his back and pressing against him as she reached to wrap the scarf around his head.

In the distance, another explosion went off. They both froze. Lup looked up at their magically reinforced ceiling.

When nothing happened, Lup focused again on her task. Neither commented on the sound.

“I’m gonna have to get this over your eyes a bit to get this tight over the wound,” she apologized.

“It’s okay, Lup,” he answered. There was a slight quaver to his voice but he cleared his throat and continued and the tremulous tone was harder to pinpoint.

She still could, though.

“It’s, uh, it’s not like I can see right now, anyway,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I’d summon a light for us but I’d already blown my spell slots before I came down here.” She huffed a sigh as she continued adjusting the scarf, making sure to get the pressure on the wound. “My fucking cantrips are still broken.”

Her belly was pressed to his arm and she could feel the tense set of his muscles as she worked. She wasn’t even sure he’d taken a breath. “Are you in pain?”

“No,” he answered, and his voice was so soft that even with her elven hearing she might have missed it if she hadn’t been so close.

“Is this too tight?” Lup adjusted the edge of the scarf around the back of his head, making sure it sat snug but didn’t seem to be biting into his skin.

“No,” he repeated. “It’s okay.”

Lup ran her hand over the makeshift bandage then sat back on her heels. “I’m gonna keep an eye on this, make sure the bleeding has stopped,” she told him, shifting around from behind him. “But you can lean back again if you want.”

Once he was settled, she slid down beside him. She tried not to think about how the way Barry’s magic had carved out a safe place for them had formed a time capsule-like space, tried not to picture their bodies trapped here for the ages, waiting for some future civilization to excavate one day.

They sat in silence. There was no sound - no explosions, no voices, no alarms. Lup was trying very hard not to consider the implications of those absences.

Barry’s hand fumbled along her arm and traced his way down to her wrist. He didn’t weave his fingers in with hers like they had before, just rested his hand with hers. “Do you think Davenport and the ship are safe?”

Lup turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around his. “Of course he did,” she answered. Her voice was more confident than she felt but she continued anyway. “He’s the best pilot who ever lived, right?” She leaned over, letting her head rest on Barry’s shoulder. “He’s got those fighter pilot reflexes, too. He was probably in the ship and off the ground before the first explosion had finished.”

“Yeah,” Barry agreed, sounding unconvinced.

He was holding himself stiffly and Lup wondered if she was hurting him. Before she could ask, he coughed and repeated himself. This time sounding more sure of the fact as he told her, “Yeah, a’course. He’s got, uh, danger senses or something.”

“Exactly,” she agreed.

Silence filled the tiny space around them. Lup’s thoughts ran in tangles. She was worried about her brother. He’d been going through the food storage areas when she left to check in with Dav then hunt down Barry. She was worried about Merle and Larna. They’d been in the doorway of the cavern when the ceiling collapsed. That arched opening would have been stronger than the wider area where she and Barry had been, right? She was worried about Magnus and Lucretia and all the people they’d met here.

And a selfish part deep inside of her kept repeating that as long as Davenport was out there somewhere on the ship, then that was all that mattered. She hated that voice, that there was a part of her that could think that way.

To distract herself, Lup sat up and turned to check his wound. The scarf looked dark at the back and she scrambled back to her knees. “Barry, I don’t think that got the bleeding stopped.”

“S’okay,” he answered.

“No,” she insisted, “it’s not.” She pressed against the scarf. It was wet. “Fuck.”

Yanking the scarf off, she folded the material, keeping the wet part to one side. She pressed it to the wound and held it tightly. “Shoulda held it in place longer,” she murmured, angry at herself. “I didn’t think it was bleeding that much.”

“It’s the bugs,” Barry said, his voice far away and disinterested.

Lup looked up, scanning the tiny area they were trapped in. “What bugs?”

His arm went up and he pointed at the space in front of him. “Those.”

“There’s nothing there…” An icy hand seemed to be gripping her spine, working it’s way higher.

She tried to remember the things she knew about head injuries. Holding the scarf pressed to his head, she shifted to see his face. He was gazing at the wall of stone ahead of him. Maybe it was just the blood loss and the darkness.

In the shades of grey that her dark vision provided, it was impossible to tell if his skin was particularly pale or if there was bruising under his eyes. She didn’t see any evidence of any other bleeding or anything, though, so that seemed good.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Tha room,” he answered. “The bugs keep movin’,” he complained. He reached up and tried to push her hands away.

“Don’t,” she told him, “I need to keep this on here.”

“Hurts,” he protested.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But we gotta stop this bleeding.”

“Mmm…” His hand hung in the air for a moment then dropped back to his lap.

Fuck, when she got out of here she was going to read every first aid book in their collection. She’d thought she’d studied up on every likely scenario but this was quickly throwing her out of her depth.

“Keep talking to me, Barry,” she pleaded.

“Whatta say?” he asked. His head dipped forward, chin lowering towards his chest.

“Lean back into my hand,” she directed, placing a hand on his forehead to maintain her pressure. “Pretend my hand is a pillow.”

He raised his chin again and settled his head into her palm. “‘Kay. ‘M sleepy anyhow.”

“No, Barry! No going to sleep! I need you alert. Keep talking.”

“Yer s’nice,” he murmured.

With his head leaned back she could see he’d closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes for me, babe. Keep talking. Tell me… uh…” She searched wildly for something that could get him talking. “Tell me about your favorite cycle so far.”

His eyes opened again and his mouth pulled up in a small smile. “Tha animal one s’nice,” he told her. “Bits of it were.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “The mongoose family. You were so good with them.”

“Scary buh nice.” He nodded and she pressed her hand against his forehead to make him be still.

“Remember how you and me and Taako kept driving everyone crazy using the animal language in front of them?”

“S’nice bein’ parta tha joke,” he agreed. “‘Specially wi’ you guys.”

She stroked the hand on his forehead over his skin, combing her fingers into his hair. “Mmm hmm.” When he didn’t speak again she suggested, “If you don’t know what to say then how about you just count for me?”

“‘Kay,” he agreed and began counting for her. His words were still slurred but he didn’t miss any numbers so she was counting it as a win.

Belatedly she remembered the food she’d been bringing for him. Maybe low blood sugar was part of this? He could even be dehydrated. Those things combined with the blood loss and head injury could all be compounding each other. She couldn’t remember if it was a good idea to have him eat, though.

“Okay,” she said, deciding. “As soon as I get this bleeding stopped I’m gonna dig out the sandwiches I was bringing. Maybe eating will help.”

She vaguely recalled reading something about a threat of vomiting but she thought that was just an injury thing. “Do you think you could eat for me?”

“Whateva ya say.”

“Alright,” she said, hoping she was making the right choice. “Keep counting for me, okay?”

He resumed, starting from a number about thirty numbers earlier than where he’d left off.

Lup stroked her free hand over his head again and silently promised, You’re going to be okay. We’re all gonna be okay.

(Continues here.)

#blupjeans #taz balance #lup #barry bluejeans #taz fic #whumptober2019 #whump #whumptober #prompts #no.3 #delirium #mystuff #mywriting

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travelwithusnow · 5 years ago

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HOW TO GET THERE?

A few days before you arrive to the area, you’ll need to book a visit to Kalanggaman Island via Palompon’s Ecotours Office (the local tourism board). Here they control the number of people heading to the island, they collect fees and arrange boat transportation as well as accommodation for those planning to stay overnight.

The high season is from April to May. To travel to Kalanggaman during that time, you should arrange everything far in advance, just to make sure.

If you’re less than 15 people and want to save money on the pump boat by sharing it with others, enquire about it at the Ecotours office in advance.

BINALONAN TO MANILA - via Bus - 4h 40m (P310 - 480) - via private car - 2h 11m - via Gerona Bus - 4h 29m P372-454

The distance between Binalonan and Manila is 166 km.

The road distance is 189.6 km.

Bus Operators

Victory Liner Partas Philippine Rabbit

MANILA TO ORMOC – Fly to Ormoc. From there, ride a van going to Palompon, Leyte (1.5Hrs ; P110). Walk to the tourism office for 10 minutes. Hire a boat going to Kalanggaman Island (1Hr ; P3000/15-20Pax).

ORMOC TO PALOMPON Go to the Van or Bus terminal located near the Ormoc City Park. It usually takes an hour and a half to two hours to reach Palompon Leyte. Rate: P120.00

HOW TO REACH KALANGGAMAN ISLAND?

Fly to Ormoc or Tacloban City

Travel to Palompon Leyte by Bus or Van

Get or hire your own Boat (contacts and rates listed below)

Once you arrived in Palompon, it is mandatory for tourists to register first at Palompon Ecotours Office. The office is located in front of Liberty Park near the Municipal Hall of Palompon.

ECOTOUR CONTACT INFORMATION

Palompon Municipal Hall, Libertad Street, Magallanes, 6538, Palompon, Leyte, Philippines [email protected] | [email protected] Land line: +63 (053) 555 – 9731 Mobile phone: +63 (0917) 3037 267 / 269 (Globe), +63 (0998) 5550 572 (Smart)

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amaloaf · 7 years ago

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Forget (Remember) ch. 4

Hey remember this? Apparently I did so here it is, only 6+ months late. Sorry for any inconsistencies, I kinda had to do an overhaul on some of the plot points, nothing major.

The new doctor in town, Doc, was kind enough. He picked out the glass in Sarge’s hand and bandaged it without saying more than three word to either of them. He made fast work of it and before either of them knew, one tetanus shot and and a wise sounding “be more careful next time” later, they were back on the street left to awkwardly walk home.

Sarge couldn't even pretend to look at Fillmore. He just clenched his fists until his bandaged hand stung to distract himself as he stormed back to his store. Fillmore spoke to his back.

“So we're not even gonna talk about this?” Sarge could hear the uneven sound of Fillmore’s wheelchair moving over the rugged terrain. If he were a better man he would go back and at least have the decency to push his partner back to his hut. However, he was just too angry to give a damn about anything regarding Fillmore so he made the show of loudly stomping his feet back to the surplus garage. At least Fillmore was kind enough not to call after him.

Doug “Mater” Keever was waiting inside the door when he went inside. He had some idea of why he was here, so Sarge brushed past him in favor of helping an old woman who was looking at some of the various scrap he kept in the back of the store. She soon left with a sturdy copper pipe, though, and Sarge was forced to acknowledge the other man's presence.

“Doug.” He nodded in his direction.

“Sarge.” Doug seemed to consider him for a moment before deciding to continue. “I hear y’alls havin’ relationship issues.” He stated bluntly. Sarge glared at him from over a display table, he had never had and issue with Mater or his family (in fact they were currently the only outed gay couple in the town who had yet to be stricken by misfortune, which Sarge took some comfort in), but that didn't mean there wasn't any reason to start. Especially if they wanted to start sticking their grimy noses were they didn't belong. Mater put his hands up in defense, though his cheeky smile certainly didn't go unnoticed, “Now, now I di’nt mean nuthin’ by it ya know me Sarge. But I can't safely say I hadn’t been in your shoes before and thought yous could use a helpin’ hand in all that drama.”

“I haven't a clue about what in God’s name your talking about.”, he lied. Maybe, if Sarge was lucky, he could maybe not have the entire town find out about what goes on his bedroom before the day ends. “In case you haven't noticed I'm just a simple man living a single, bachelor life in a up-and-coming pitstop town. I'm not exactly the settling down type.” Another lie. “Besides, even if I was having issues, which I'm not, why would you be any help, I mean it's not like we have anything… in common.” Even Sarge couldn't deny how full of shit he sounded. Mater just chuckled, a deep but warm sound that came from the chest, and looked at Sarge with a mix of amusement and pity.

“Y'know Sarge, denial’s a big ol’ parta the comin’ out process. I won't deny I spent years fightin’ myself at e’ry turn ‘cause I felt I hadda be sumn’ I wasn't.” Sarge stiffened at his words, his shoulders pulling back and his spine going rigid. “I'm jus’ tellin’ ya, it doesn't havta be that way for ya. Radiator Springs is safe, ain't nobody gon’ be able to touch ya here, you can jus’.. be yerself.” Mater said as he watched Sarge, hoping for some sort of recognition or even just a show that he was listening.

Sarge expertly kept his eyes trained on the wall. He kept his arms crossed, voice dangerously low and whispered, “Get the fuck out of my shop before you regret making assumptions that you know a damned thing about me.”

Mater sighed. “Aight, then. Have a good resta ya day, Sarge.” Mater began to walk out but paused in the doorway, “Woulda at leas’ think bout what I-” he was cut up by Sarge slamming the door behind him and removed the sign on the window that said “Open” to “Out to Lunch”. He watched Mater regard the sign before walking off his property, slight disappointment clear in his posture.

‘Good. Serves him right for trying to breach my privacy.’ Sarge thought. He finally felt like he had a second to breath, like he had been holding his breath since the tattoo parlor. He realized he hadn't even gotten dressed this morning and was still just in his sweatpants and jacket. His watch told him it was almost 12:30. Lunch break shower it is.

….

A shower really did do wonders on him. He finally looked halfway respectable, his hair combed and his oddly colored skin at least clean. Fresh clothes and he was practically a new man. No other residents came to the shop for the rest of the business day, so he could rest easy helping customers and negotiating prices. He even caught a shoplifter, a sniveling teen with greasy hair growing past his collar that had tried to shove some blank dog tags into his pocket. He felt a small sense of pride handing the boys apologetic parents a pamphlet for a correctional military camp and watching the kids face twist in horror.

A small part of his brain told him Fillmore would be disappointed, and that he should of been more forgiving. He pushed those thoughts away, after all he had a business to run.

It wasn't until he closed up for the night that he was suddenly aware of how hungry he was, and how empty his kitchen was of any nutritional substance. ‘Normally I eat at Fillmore’s’ he thought miserably as he closed another cabinet after no food had materialized between the last five minutes he had checked. ‘‘Flo’s can't be THAT busy. I'll just get something to go.’’

He was right in a sense; Flo’s cafe was having a fairly slow night, it was just housing everyone Sarge was trying to avoid. Ramone sat on a barstool, trying to start a conversation with the new doctor. The town sheriff was having a malt on the doctors other side, and Doc seemed to be warming up to him much better. Mater sat with his husband, Carlo, and their kid Toby, (who they just called “Tow” since the poor kids lisp made it hard to pronounce his own name and they just couldn't resist the pun to their profession) at an outside table. Tow was talking loudly about some sort of lizard he had seen and was spraying food whenever he talked. Scattered townsfolk and shopkeepers lounged around, relaxing after another busy workday. The worst of it though, was Fillmore sat in his and Sarge's normal table, forlornly picking through a salad. It was enough to make Sarge up and leave, but before he could try and slip away Flo called from the doorway, making everyone in the restaurant look his way.

“Hey there General! The usual?” She shouted, and by the coy grin on her face, Sarge just knew she and Ramone had planned something. He faked a half smile and shouted back, “Yes, if you don't mind!”, before stomping up to sit at the bar next to Ramone.

Doc took notice of the new patron and leaned over, “How's your hand doin’, Sargent?” Sheriff immediately noticed Sarge's hand, which had begun to show stains of blood through the bandaging.

“Woof, how'd you get that, Sarge?”, he asked, voice laced with trace amounts of concern through his malt.

“Grabbed a figurine too rough and it shattered in my hand. It's doing much better though Doctor, thanks.” Sarge replied. “I'll change the bandaging again tonight, I think.”, he added quickly before the doctor could lecture him on taking care of his wound.

“Good. Make sure to disinfect it as well.” He said before adding, “Oh, and you can just call me Doc, no need to be so formal.”

“Just Doc, huh?” Ramone said as Flo placed a hearty red stew with a glass of water in front of Sarge and sliding a ham sandwich to Doc. “Does that come with a story?” Ramone added with a grin, “or do we have to crack your cold facade first?”

“Maybe my origins will be revealed in due time.” Doc said evenly as he took a sandwich half in his hands. “But for now let’s enjoy the lovely food that's been placed before us.”

‘Amen’ Sarge thought. He could feel Fillmore's eye glancing over his back and he wanted to be gone as soon as physically possible. Just when he began to gulp down his last few spoonfuls he felt a large, warm, familiar hand on his back. He turned his head just enough to regard Fillmore but made no effort to make conversation. Ramone and Doc both glanced at them, smugly and curiously, respectively, before politely turning away. Sheriff, never one for social graces, made no such niceties, watching them over Doc’s shoulder.

“Ge- Sarge, do you think we could talk now?” Fillmore asked, his voice gentle.

Sarge thought about it for a moment before answering, “No. I don't think I'm ready yet.” It wasn't a complete lie, but just enough of one to make him feel bad all the same for not working through these relationship issues. “Just… give me time.” Fillmore removed his hand and began to turn the wheelchair around and leave the room.

Sarge couldn't stand watching him go. Even his hand being removed from Sarge's back made his heart ache.

#cars movie #pixar cars #my stuff #my fic #fillmore #sarge #sargemore #idk how to even tag this shit its been so long #forget (remember)

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joeysharku · 7 years ago

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The Orc March - C1

Pain.

Every waking was the same; the Pain smote Zûbûk like a mule’s kick. His eyes burst open and, seeing the blinding rays of the noontime sun breaking upon the canvass of his great tent, shut again. Over him - shaking him - was his bogga Dûgla. Bittersweet, that. She alone could safely interrupt the sanctity of a full day’s sleep, prized above all the metals and powers of the Firstborn by her hob. Only in sleep was there escape from the Pain. In fact, he’d accidentally beaten a bog to death for this very crime.

He’d been a naughty boy anyway.

But Dûgla was his favorite, his eldest, and she alone among his boggarts had never felt his blows. He started counting, eyes still closed, to quiet his murderous temper. She was speaking but he couldn’t yet hear for the ringing in his ears. Some mannish traders had told him once they felt something like the Pain after too much drink but he doubted it compared. While “hangovers” ended in time, this did not. Sleep could quiet it, and fighting or fucking made it almost pleasant, but many were the little boggarts who chose death over coping before they were waist-high. Wakings like these, Zûbûk regretted not doing the same.

“- inna day, too!” Dûgla’s screeching suddenly snapped into focus. Zûbûk opened his eyes again and saw his bogga’s terrified face. She was lovely, like her hobba, complexion wrinkled and nose bulbous. “Hob!”

“Wazzit?” he growled blearily and rose to rest his head in his hands. The pounding in his temple faded, sounding now less like wardrums and more like rolling thunder.

“Der’s urks ousside! Loss! Issa Thundra!” Omens.

Zûbûk snapped to attention. Ûgakûga. The Thunder on the Steppe. Here.

Like Zûbûk always knew he would be.

He coulda least been decent enough to come friendly, he thought. At night.

A deep voice bellowed from outside, “Zûbûk! Get yer arse out ere! Less ya’d like me comin in?” This threat was punctuated by a menacing chuckle.

Zûbûk pushed his bogga aside and sprang to his feet, pain and fatigue forgotten. He started digging among the discarded furs and bones of his chambers for his handaxe before he noticed Dûgla holding it out for him. He took it but was little comforted. At night with the element of surprise he still would not dare to hope for victory against the Grandhob. Surrounded and under the triumphant sun?

He wrapped himself up in his blanket, covering as much of his flesh as possible. He entered the main chamber of his tent but there paused. He turned back to his bogga. Dûgla stood in the far corner, clutching shearing scissors. Tears ran down the winding trails of her cheeks and she looked desperate for some sign that everything was going to be alright. Zûbûk only managed a slow, deep breath..

“Zoooo-bûk! Ah ain’t askin. One. More. Time,” the terror mocked.

Zûbûk closed his eyes and stepped into the inferno.

Immediately the sun-sickness struck him dizzy and nauseous. The heat of the mid-fall day pierced every pore of his flesh and the thick oil of his sweat pumped forth in desperate fear. The sheepskin only kept the most terrible burning at bay. He could hardly see anything at all for the blinding glow, but only a few yards away the sheer mass of Ûgakûga sat in the center of his vision like a great fat fly. To his right and left were several stooping figures draped in heavy robes - orcs, no doubt, and Zûbûk wondered if even their many folds of spider-silk could really stop the howling fury of the evil eye.

“Ah, ere he is!” the great inkblot of Ûgakûga spoke. His voice was deep and warm. “So gooda ya ta see us in dis early hour.”

“Ûgakûga. Watta you doin wakin me inna middle of the firstdamned day?” Even speaking made Zûbûk feel faint. Both his sight and hearing lost focus.

Ûgakûga laughed. “Times were ya was always happy ta see me, Zûk.”

Zûbûk grumbled but dared not speak the threat cooking in his mind. Instead he threw his arms up in a massive shrug and barked, “wazzit then?!” He staggered back and forth.

Ûgakûga laughed again, or perhaps he’d never stopped. He took two great strides forward and set his massive hand heavily on Zûbûk’s back. “Wazzamatta, shark? Ya been stayin upta sneaka grog, eh?”

Zûbûk could see the Thunder clearly now; after all, he blocked the entire firstdamned sky. Ûgakûga towered over the smaller orc, eight inexplicable feet to Zûbûk’s otherwise impressive five. His eyes gleamed red behind his iron helm below which his famous jowls and unmatched tusks jutted forth. It was hard to notice much about the Grandhob besides his gargantuan physique, but Zûbûk could swear he hadn’t aged at all in the sixty years they’d been apart. The only difference was his flesh - its usual moss-green had turned gray and crusty under the hated star. Zûbûk remembered the scorn and contempt their village had for the troll-slime running in Ûgakûga’s veins. Then it had struck him as insipid provincialism. Now he understood how convenient discrimination could be for hate’s sake.

Zûbûk wondered if he was about to die.

“Say,” Ûgakûga continued, “ya memba da day fore we sacked Feldor’s? Ya had no problem stayin up fer dem sweet lil dancers, didya?”

Despite fear, Zûbûk rolled his eyes. “Older now, Ûga. Don’t much botha wit dancers or sacks, either onna field or between me legs.”

Ûgakûga laughed more genuinely now. “Oh Zûk! Ah sure hope yer wit’s not all dat’s lefta ya. Imma need both dose sacks inna few moons.”

“You tease,” Zûbûk grumbled. The First damn this brute. What packa snags pissed him off this time - and why does he need me for the killin?

Ûgakûga continued, “yer da best shoota Ah’ve ehva seen, Zûk. Imma need ya - and yer trainin - ta take the Ashlands.”

Zûbûk threw Ûga’s hand off him and stumbled backwards. The effort would have knocked him out if his outrage didn’t burn so hot now. For his part, Ûga was surprised the smaller orc could move any part of him. “That’s it?! You wake me n make me come out inta this hell so you can sell me that old oil again?! First’ll take your eyes, o Thunder, before you ever set foot on them plains! If the ashers don’t break your bandits n ranchers then their spooky masters will! Ashlands. Feh!” Zûbûk spat. “No, no, I’ll have no parta it.”

From where he was Zûbûk could no longer make out Ûga’s features. If he could, he may have held his tongue for he would have seen his visitor’s face slowly transform from surprise to bemusement to bloody rage. Just as Zûbûk finished, the Thunder shouted, “HA!” and lifted the startled orc up by the skull with one hand. With the other he tore the blanket off - and was only just in time to catch Zûbûk’s swinging arm and stopping the axe it held from splitting his skull. His bodyguards sounded uselessly behind him and produced swords and bows, ready to raze Zûbûk’s ranch to the ground to make up for their redundancy. For his part, Zûbûk struggled no longer. Between the agony of the sun on his naked, steaming flesh and the abominable strength of his foe there was no point. He closed his eyes and thanked the First that the Great Sleep was now upon him and asked without hope these bastards would kill poor Dûgla unspoilt.

Nobody moved or spoke for a spell. Zûbûk’s flesh sizzled. Then Ûgakûga laughed yet again, a slow chuckle growing to exuberant guffaws as his attendants glanced nervously at each other. “Do ya see now, lads?! Now do ya see why we hadda come alla way out ta dis hovel? Dis here’s an orc’s orc, more propa than any one-a ya!”

Zûbûk moaned disdainfully. No Great Sleep then.

“When’s da last time ya saw an orc ‘is age take a swinga me?” Ûga continued as he set his captive down, gently. He took the axe from Zûbûk’s yielding hand and tossed it behind them, casually. Zûbûk fell flat on his ass and then curled onto his knees without shame, covering his scalp under his blistering hands. Ûga crouched beside him and said, “dunno bout me eyes but whateva happens to em, yer gonna be dere, Zûk. Ah’m callin on all me lords n ladies. Alla Steppe gonna pay me da service, da respect, Ah’ve earned n together we’ll unite alla kind unda me banna. No more devils, no more ghosts, but an orc! Don’t ya want dat, Zûk? Times were ya was always squawkin bout dis shit.”

Zûbûk’s voice, muffled by the dirt he was kissing, answered, “Older now. Don’t bother wit dreams.”

“Well dat’s just too firstdamned bad,” the Thunder rumbled. “Cause if yer not gonna dream dis dream wit me, Ah’ll be happy ta bring ya da nightmare instead. Ah’ll make ya watch as Ah use n burn all ya’ve made ere, includin dat sweet bogga done made ya soft. And soft ya are, Zûk, make no mistake. Ya might think yer hard but Ah memba tears n wraths to shake the world. Ah think dere’s new dreams fer ya yet, shark.”

Without stirring, Zûbûk mumbled, “I’d be thrilled to join this glorious crusade, o Ûgakûga, Thunder of the Endless Skies n Master of Blood n Fire.”

Ûgakûga chuckled one final time. “Even when ya don’t mean it, nobody kisses ass like you, Zûk.” He rose then and turned to leave. “Glad ya see it my way. In three nights my shootas gonna come by n yer gonna join em. Dese are yer boys, General. Ah expect em ta live up ta yer legend.” His voice was fainter now, almost out of earshot. “Ah trust an orc wit yer spirit can see hisself inside. Until we meet fer war, Zûbûk.” Then he was gone.

He was wrong, however. Zûbûk could not see himself inside. He could not even uncurl his corpse-stiff limbs from his dead-spider huddle. The sun’s fire was in his very flesh and he thought, not unhappily, that he was going to roast to death before it fell. He was only barely conscious when Dûgla crawled over him, herself covered by many blankets. Over a dozen miserable minutes, she slowly roused him and together they crawled back into the great tent. Once inside, Zûbûk crawled over to the nearest dark corner but not before the rushing Dûgla set several blankets down for a bed.

“Good girl,” Zûbûk mumbled as he buried his face in coarse wolf-fur.

“Ye, Hob,” she answered as she threw a final blanket over his body. “Sleep now, aye?” Then, a few seconds later, “Hob?”

Zûbûk poked a single ear out of the coming oblivion of sleep. “Hm?”

“Ah’m sorry Ah woke ya up, Hob.”

Zûbûk said, “is okay. Yer a good girl,” and knew no more.

#orcs #the orc march #feedback appreciated!#i know tumblr isn't the best place for prose but i just wanted to post the first chapter and get some feedback #not tolkien #*wink*

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Cramps...

Request: Hi you sweet thing! You write really amazing! Congrats on 200 followers. I wanted to make a Jensen request. Tumblr ask is too small so this ask will be in 2 parta😂 This is kinda based on my experiences. Can you make a Jensen x reader where one day reader doesn’t go on set because her periods have come. Jensen being her friend gets worried and goes to her house. When he goes he finds out that she has been vomiting. Her stomachache, body pain is too much for her to even move. So Jensen Takes her to her room. Takes care of her the entire day (tries to cheer up her mood coz too many mood swings, like movies or other stuff, you add yours here). When in the evening the pain increases a lot so he takes her to ER. It’s a normal thing but reader has to take an injection for the pain. Reader panics because she’s afraid, so Jensen stays with her the entire time. He takes her home and makes dinner. And stays the night, cuddling her even if she was on periods. don’t know if I made sense there but really reading your Jensen stories, I was tempted to read more your work! I know it’s a weird request involving periods and all. Not sure if everyone is comfortable talking about that so, Sorry for that🥺 it’s okay if you say no😅

Word Count: 2666

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Misha.

Warnings: Period related talk, sick reader, language, fluff, Jensen being an adorable sweetheart, that’s about all.

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! I’m not a fan of the title, but my mind was just blank and that’s the best I could come up with after staring at the computer for 30 minutes lol. So go easy on me…

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Your POV:

Ever had one of those days that when you went to bed the night before, you just knew tomorrow was just gonna be a bitch? Well, last night when you finally get in from set you just new. Shooting in between pouring rain and in freezing temperatures with Jensen and Jared, you didn't get home until somewhere around three in the morning. Your back was killing you, you were slightly nauseous, and you couldn’t sleep. You knew what was coming, and you knew it was going to be a bad one, so you prayed for mercy from mother nature to whomever was listening, and popped a few tylenol before trying to get some sleep. You had an early call in the morning, and you knew the makeup girls would kill you if you walked into the studio looking like an extra on the walking dead…

You don’t know what time you fell asleep that night, but some time in the middle of the night, you woke up with an excruciating pain in your stomach and lower back. Getting up with a groan you stumble to the bathroom to see that your Aunt Flow had decided it was time for your monthly visit.

“Great! Just freaking beautiful!” you yell at no one, silently hating the fact that you didn’t have a roommate to help you while you were living in Vancouver filming.

You get into the shower, and turn the water on just as hot as you could handle it, letting it beat down on your aching lower back, relaxing your muscles a little bit while you could. Then when the water started to get cold you cleaned yourself up, and got out to change your ruined bed sheets before you got ready to go to set.

You had just thrown them in the washer when the nausea hit you like a wave and you barely made it to the bathroom before emptying your contents of your stomach. Great, it was going to be one of those. The pain that had ebbed away from the shower was starting to come back with a vengeance, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make it in to set today.

Picking up your phone you texted Richard the news, still sitting down on the bathroom floor by the toilet. It was going to be a long five to seven days, and it was just getting started..

Jensen’s POV:

It was still cold out as Jensen made his way from the makeup trailer to set, but at least the rain had stopped and the sun was out. That did seem to help some, but the wind was still a bitter cold, too cold for a Texan’s liking, no matter how long he’d been in Vancouver filming he never got used to the cold.

Rounding the corner to the main part of the bunker set where they were going to be filming today, he noticed immediately things hand changed up, and no one had bothered to tell him. Misha and Alex stood in full costume, looking over their scripts, and Jared was talking to a cameraguy in full Sam gear. This wasn’t right, It was supposed to be just Y/N and his coverage today? Why had they changed everything up?

Walking up to Misha and Alex he didn’t even both really with a greeting. He was to annoyed that things had changed yet again, and more than a little concerned as to why Y/N wasn’t here on set. Normally she was here about thirty minutes early to run her lines before they filmed their coverage with him?

“Why are you guys here? It’s supposed to be just Y/N and my coverage today?” he asked, coming face to face with Misha. Misha just shrugged.

“Y/N text and said she was sick and couldn’t come in to work today, so they decided just to film everything that she’s not in and then do her coverage Monday.”

“Sick? What do you mean she’s sick? Did she say what’s wrong with her? Is she okay?”

Misha looked at Jensen like he’d grown a second head. The sudden concern making him furrow his brows as he looked at Jensen, who was obviously flustered over the fact that Y/N was sick.

“I don’t know, she didn’t text me, I just know what I was told. She was well enough to text so I’m sure she’s just fine. Why Jens? What’s the issue? You’re off the hook for the whole day I think. Go home and go back to bed. You guys were really late filming last night and Y/N is probably just tired. Take a page from her book and go home. Take a break for once.”

Jensne took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, trying to pinch away the impending tension headache.

He had been harboring feelings for Y/N for months. Well, ever since the first time he’d laid eyes on her really. He knew her better than she’d probably known herself.

He knew how she took her coffee in the mornings. The way she chewed on her lower lip when she was stressed, or couldn’t remember her lines. The way she shifted her weight on her feet when she had almost had enough of his and Jared’s shit when they were messing with her.

He knew that she always took a shower before work because in the mornings when they were getting ready to go to set that’s when her shampoo smelled the strongest to him, and he loved every minute of it.

He knew what she prefered for lunch everyday at the food tent before she even got there, and most of the time he had her plate already made and ready for her.

He knew when she was trying to hide the fact that something was bothering her by the tone in her voice. He knew EVERYTHING about her, and he knew that she didn’t just call in sick to work. Hell, the girl came to work with the damn flu. Sickness didn’t usually stop her.

He couldn’t help but feeling a pit in his stomach that screamed there was something horribly wrong, and he had to go and check on her, and he didn’t care how sick she was, he wouldn’t rest until she felt better. No matter what was wrong, he’d be there.

Your’s POV:

This was one of the worst periods you had ever had in your life, the pain was almost unbearable. The cramps felt like they were going to rip you apart from the inside out, you couldn’t stop vomiting, and the slightest movement on your part as far as getting off the bathroom floor did nothing but cause more cramping, and more nausea. So you dozed on and off between spurts of pain with your head leaned against the tub, silently wishing you could at least get a pillow.

You thought you heard someone knocking on your door, but you figured it was just some idiot trying to sell something, so you just ignore it in your sleepy daze. That is until you smelled the distinct smell that was Jensen’s cologne. You'd have known it anywhere, even if you were clinically dead.

Opening your eyes you saw Jensen sink down to the bathroom floor next to you, slipping the hair away from your face that had fallen out of the half assed attempt at a messy bun you’d done getting out of the shower.

“Goodness Sweetheart, you look like you feel terrible,” he said, his deep rumble soft, and his eyes concerned. You should have known he’d be worried when you called into work, but you didn’t think he’d actually show up at your apartment just to check on you. If you were being honest it made your heart swell just a little that he cared that much.

“Yea, be glad you were born a man, Jay,” you tell him, trying to set up but a wave of nausea crashed into you from the movement, and you leaned over the toilet drying heaving, your arm trying to grip your stomach against the assaultingcramps, feeling more than a little embarrassed that Jensen had to witness this.

“Let me take you to the hospital Y/N,” he said, his warm hand rubbing up and down your back in soothing circles. You shook your head as you leaned back more slowly this time.

“No Jay, it’s not use, this is totally normal for me. There’s really nothing they can do for me. It will pass.”

Jensen narrowed his eyes at you. His adorable eye crinkles showing. If you weren't so sick you probably would have smiled at the concern he showed on his face.

“They can give you something for pain and nausea...”

Throwing up your hand to stop him before he got himself to work up.

“That means shots Jay, and you know how I feel about needles.”

Standing to his feet he walked out of the room for a moment, and you thought that maybe you’d pissed him off and he was leaving, but he returned before you had time to worry too much, minus his jacket. Bending down he scooped you up carefully into his strong arms and held you tight to his chest as he carried you through your apartment.

Laying you down on the bed that had been turned down, he carefully pulled the covers over you tucking you in.

“Well, you’re stuck with me then until you feel like yourself again,” Jensen said, moving over to the other side of the bed, and crawling in on top of the cover next to you, grabbing the remote to your TV on the way.

“Friends marathon?” he asked you, as he pulled you into his side, letting you lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle against him. “I heard you and one of the PA’s talking about it yesterday,” he said with a shy smile when you looked up at him a little amused.

“Jensen, you don’t want to watch friends we don’t have too,” you told him, poking him in the ribs playfully and enjoying the way he deep chuck vibrated through his whole body.

“Hey, I like Friends. Joey’s my boy ” he said as he settled next to you, turning Friends on before laying his large hand over your lower stomach. The warmth from his hand soothing the assaulting cramps a little and you melted into him.

“This okay?” he asked you, watching closely for any sign that he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, this is perfect. You're amazing, Jay. You’re gonna make an amazing husband some day,” you tell him, your eyelids getting heavier be the second, finally relaxing just enough to doze off as you felt his lips graze your hair.

The two of you lay there most of the day watching Friends and cuddling. You couldn’t believe what a sweetheart Jensen was being to you, most men seemed to be grossed out by periods, but Jensen didn’t seem bothered at all.

The only problem was that the cramps and nausea were getting worse. You’d thrown up two more times, and the pain in your stomach was enough to make you want to cry.

The worse your symptoms got, the more worried Jensen got. Finally pleading with you until you’d agreed to let him bring you to the ER. That’s where you found yourself now, laying curled on an uncomfortable ER bed, with Jensen holding your hand and running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sure they can give you something to make you feel better, Sweetheart,” he said. You could tell he was anxious about the amount of pain you were in, even though you’d told him repeatedly that this was normal for you.

A few minutes later the doctor came in and confirmed what you’d said. It was completely normal, possibly a little overly hormonal induced period system for some women. Pain and nausea were just part of it, but he did say that he wanted to give you a shot to help with the pain and nausea. At which point you started to cry like a little six year old as soon as the doctor walked out of the room to get the charge nurse to give you the shot, and he did your release paperwork.

Jensen squeezed his large frame in the bed next to yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, letting your cry into his shirt. He lay there shushing you, running his hands through your hair again and repeatedly kissing your forehead, which thanks to your hormones made you even more emotional and more weepy.

“It’s gonna be okay, Sweetheart. Just a little shot, you probably won’t even really feel it, then we can go home and you won’t be in pain anymore. We can cuddle, I’ll make dinner for the two of us, and we can finish our Friends marathon. Or whatever you want to watch. It’s almost over.”

“I hate needles, Jay,” you mumble against him getting more and more upset be the second.

“Hey, hey, pretty girl, I’m right here holding you, it’s gonna be okay. Just hold on to me as tight as you can.” You can hear the nurse behind you, getting everything ready. You hid your face more into his shirt and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“Okay sweetheart, just a little stick and you can go home,” the nurse said, cleaning the spot with an alcohol pad over that she was going to put the shot. You were shaking, and you felt Jensen lift your head up to look at him, his green eyes that had really no color name searched yours.

It worked. He officially distracted you with just a look. Jensen was always able to do that.

“Okay Hun, your finished! You can go as soon as you sign these papers,” she said, and you looked at her completely shocked that she had already done it.

“See, as long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you,” Jensen said, kissing the top of your head for what seemed like the thousandth time, making your heart flutter in your chest.

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Less than an hour later you seemed to actually be feeling better and were even walking around on your own. The doctor had given you something for pain and nausea to do you through the rest of your cycle, that much you were thankful for.

“Okay baby girl, you go get in the bed, and get yourself comfortable, I’m going to start on fixing us something to eat,” Jensen said, refusing to let you into the kitchen.

“Jensen, you don’t have to do all that, we can just order takeout.”

Jensen laughed at you. “Baby, I’m not going to make you eat takeout, you've been sick all day and you need a home-cooked meal. You settle your little self in that room let me take care of you.”

You kissed him on the check and you could have sworn you saw him blush.

You did as you were told, getting into bed and waiting for Jensen to come in with his meal, reading through some of your emails and things while you waited. When he entered the room he had a tray of food piled high with all your favorites. You sat there with your mouth hanging open.

“Jay! OMG!! Please tell me some of that’s yours,” you tell him, looking at the feast he’d brought you.

“Hell yeah some of it’s mine,” he said with a wink as you started to dig in, and he made himself comfortable doing the same.

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Waking up the next morning you felt Jensen’s arm wrapped protectively around you. Rolling over so as to not wake him up you looked at his perfect sleeping figure. He’d stayed all night with you, holding you, making sure you were comfortable, not letting you do anything for yourself and waiting on your hand and foot, treating you like a queen.

Running your hand through his soft hair lightly Jensen hummed in his sleep at you. You took in his beautiful features. His strong jaw, perfect dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. The man was gorgeous.

All your life you’d searched and hoped for someone like him to stumble into it, and you never realized what was right there in front of you. Watching Jensen sleep next to you this morning though, after all he’d done for you yesterday, you decided maybe there was such a thing as happy endings after all, and maybe, just maybe, yours was laying right here next to you.

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Since last year, I’ve already been planning out on where to go and what to doon my birthday. As you guys know, I went on a beach trip last weekend (January 6-8) in La Union for my 24th birthday in which I already posted some photos here. I’ll be sharing with you guys some more details regarding this trip incase you'd want to take a visit or plan to spend your vacation in La Union in the future. In this blog, you’ll find a guide on how to get there, fares, where to stay, and expenses. I’ll be having a separate post for the places you can eat around La Union.

I don’t really know much about La Union aside from the fact that it’s the surfing capital of the Philippines. It was my first time to go there and just relied on google and maps in locating places. Also read a lot of blogs before this trip so I know my how to’s and must try places. Find more about this trip by reading the whole post :-)

How to get there:

1. Ride a bus going to Vigan/Laoag. (Partas Cubao and Pasay is the best option as per other bloggers as well, they said there’s a direct bus going to La Union but I wasn’t able to find one lol. It took me almost 7 hours to get there due to stop overs. I saw that you can book a direct ticket through this website. One way fare is 449php)

2. Drop off in San Juan (the driver might ask you where in San Juan, depends on where you’ll be staying but I did drop off at San Juan Surf Resort. If you don’t wanna walk, there’s a tricycle terminal nearby at 40php if you’re solo and 10php per head if 3-4 persons)

Our bus left at 6am and I think there’s an hour interval per bus (not quite sure tho). We had about 3 stopovers I think that’s why I found the trip long. But they say usually it’s just around 4-6 hours. I arrived at my hostel around 12:30pm.

Where to stay:

CHARLIE’S SURF & HANGAR HOSTEL

I was originally supposed to book my stay at Flotsam and Jetsam Hostel. However, there’s no available room in the dorm type that I wanted for January 6 and I didn’t want to change hostel. Luckily, I found this newly opened hostel called Charlie’s surf and hangar. I was chatting with my surfing instructor and he told me he was teaching one of the owner’s daughter of that hostel and told me they were a family of pilots. So maybe that’s the story behind their interior. It was so cool seeing this big plane (which you can actually enter inside).

I booked for the 8-bed dorm for 750php each night. It’s air-conditioned and shared by both males and females. They keys were electronic which you can tap at the doors for you to enter. They will also provide you keys for the locker and like a storage area where you can leave your gadgets while charging. They do have common bathrooms (separate male and female) and a lounge area with the seaside view. Each room has a veranda where you can hang your wet clothes. Aside from the 8-bed dorm, they also have a 4 and 6-bed dorm priced at 850php and 950php per night. There’s no free breakfast though unlike other hostels. If you want a cheap place to stay I would definitely recommend this place. It’s very neat, clean and a relaxing place to stay.

What to do:

One thing you shouldn’t miss doing in La Union is to go surfing.

San Juan Surf School (own by famous surfer Luke Landrigan) offers surfing lessons for 400php inclusive of the board rent and instructor per hour. If you already know how to surf, their surf boards are available for rent at 200php per hour. They teach you the parts of the board and the basic positions and how to’s of surfing. Aside from surfing they also have paddle board, skim board, and kayak that you can rent. My instructor, Kuya Joel told me that some people where asking them why their quite expensive compared if you go surfing in Zambales or other areas. The reason behind it is that their instructors have permits and they undergo training. I went surfing on my 2nd day for 1 hour and a half and another 2 hours on my 3rd day. It was so addicting. Although my arms hurts from paddling.

Overall, it was really great experience. I’ll definitely come back here. I still have a lot of things on my list that I wasn’t really able to try. I wanna go trekking to Tangadan falls next time and go cliff jumping. There’s just so much to explore in the beautiful place of La Union. By the way, sorry if I only have a few photos. Lol. I didn’t really take a lot of pictures and just enjoyed the moment. And most of my photos are food photos. Hahaha. Lol. Watch out for my next post! :-)

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