#Coffee Shop in Jackson GA | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

not-available-for-comment · 8 months ago

Text

Current favorite books, by genre: Horror

Note that these are faves, not Most Pures, Least Problematics, nor Objectively Bests. Proceed accordingly.

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher

Horror portal fantasy/isekai featuring a recently divorced young woman who is working at her uncle’s tiny and eccentric taxidermy museum as she decides what to do with herself. Several deeply disturbing scenes and ideas that I still think about. One thing I like about T. Kingfisher’s books is that the protagonist usually has friends but rarely has a love interest. Idk if that’s unusual to the genre but I find it refreshing.

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Rose is the godly and submissive daughter to her conservative evangelical parents. She would never waver in her faith or her commitment to godly behavior. But. But her parents are weirdly invested in her dating a boy she only likes as a friend. And she starts seeing a mysterious woman in a staff shirt from the local conversion therapy camp. Even in places where no one could possibly be. She has hazy memories of happiness with a person she no longer knows. And she’s started… vomiting locusts? (Idc if I haven’t finished this one, it’s a favorite anyway.)

Beneath The Rising by Premee Mohamed

Nick Prasad’s best friend Joanna “Johnny” Chambers is brilliant and beautiful and fascinating, a child prodigy who’s saved the world several times over but still finds time in her busy schedule as beloved international genius superstar to spend time with minimum-wage-earning everyman Nick. Until Johnny’s invention of a form of clean energy seems to somehow set the world ever more askew. Then Nick and Johnny end up bound together in a quest through cosmic horror to find the tools they need to set things right. But what set things wrong to begin with? And what are Nick and Johnny? To each other, and to themselves? Honestly not particularly scary (to me at least), but the exploration of Nick and Johnny’s complicated relationship is so well done and perfectly observed that it makes me insane.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

A young woman leaves a stifling home life behind to investigate a haunted house with a small team of amateur investigators. There is definitely something wrong with the house, but the other investigators offer the promise of friendship. I honestly don’t want to say more, because it’s SO subtle and well done. My absolute favorite haunted house story so far, hands down.

Carrie by Stephen King

Look, I know this one is old hat. Literally King’s first published novel iirc. But. But I was absolutely fucking furious at the patriarchy when I read this book, and watching a blood-drenched teen girl blow up a gas station with her mind because the world was cruel and unfair was EXTREMELY cathartic. You can criticize it all you want, but this is my fave.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The man, the myth, the legend. By which I mean Jonathan Harker, of course. Look, it’s tumblr, I’ve got a Dracula Daily tag, you know the drill. Absolute best cast of characters to get routinely disrespected by adaptations for 12 decades running. And Jonathan’s diary is extremely solidly written gothic horror imho.

Sunshine by Robin McKinley

Probably the only vampire novel aside from Dracula that I really, really, really love. Rae, also known by her nickname Sunshine, has an ordinary, everyday life as a baker of famous cinnamon rolls for her stepfather’s coffee shop. Then, she’s kidnapped by vampires. Not because she’s strategically important, powerful, beautiful, or tasty. They just needed a living human to use as a pawn in some kind of internecine power struggle, and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, somehow, she’s able to piece together bits of luck and will and memory to survive. She’s not the same afterwards. How could she be? How does she fit into the loving, close-knit world of the coffee shop now that this terrible, tremendous thing has happened to her? And what does she do when her brief disappearance won’t stay neatly folded away? A lot of McKinley’s books explore trauma and recovery in some way, but this one is my personal favorite, from the warm if chaotic world of the coffee shop, to the building of the larger world half destroyed by but fascinated with magic, to the cat and mouse game between Rae, the cops (the book doesn’t quite say ACAB but it does say Cops Have Their Own Agenda Which May Not Be Yours), and the vampires. It deserves to be more popular than it is.

Widdershins by Jordan L. Hawk

Look, this will either be your cup of tea or it won’t. It’s an independently published m/m romance set in a fictional town in Massachusetts that exists at a nexus of cosmic horror. It’s in first person, which I personally dislike for romance novels. But it’s darkly, wryly funny, with an intensely autistic-coded narrator who has focused his entire life on learning dead languages and working at the town’s mildly cursed museum, until a beautiful private detective begins slowly drawing him into the investigation of a trustee’s son’s murder. It’s sudsy, spooky, sexy, vaguely ridiculous, sometimes gross, and compulsively readable. It starts a (completed) series, and while I didn’t care much for the second installment, I’ve started the third and it’s promising so far. The first book also works well as a standalone if you’d rather leave it there.

Stand Still, Stay Silent by Minna Sundberg

This online comic is one of my favorites: 90 years after a plague causes much of the world to be overrun by eldritch monsters, a ragtag group of adventurers ventures into a contamination zone in search of valuable artifacts, new experiences, and possibly more. A really engaging art style, charmingly written characters, really neat monsters, a nice sense of the numinous, and some tantalizing hints about the origins of the plague. To my mild surprise, the artist has apparently become a born again Christian and terminated the series. I have the whole thing in hard copy but have been holding off finishing it because I don’t want it to be over.

———

Well I suppose I’ve put off making dinner for long enough…

#book recs #fave books #horror

5 notes · View notes

newstfionline · 1 year ago

Text

Sunday, August 27, 2023

Jackson Hole: Fed policy collides with reality in the most unequal county in America (CNN) Central bank officials from across the world have descended upon Jackson Hole, Wyoming this week to discuss policy decisions that will shape the economy for years to come. But as they talk about inflation and the economy in the abstract, residents of the popular vacation destination are very much feeling the realities of their policies. That’s because Jackson Hole is the most economically unequal place in the United States, according to the Economic Policy Institute. The snow kissed peaks and verdant valleys of Jackson Hole aren’t just awe-inspiring. They’re also symbolic. Among the top 1% in Teton County (where Jackson Hole is located), the average annual income is a jaw-dropping $22.5 million. The median household income in Teton County in 2021, meanwhile, was about $94,000, according to the US Census Bureau. The annual August symposium of global financial leaders and economic elites wouldn’t happen without the servers, cooks, drivers and hotel and event staff who make it function—the same people feeling the hard impact of elevated inflation, high interest rates and a softening economy the most. “If you look at income, Jackson Hole is really a microcosm of the nation’s wealth inequalities laid out across these dramatic landscapes of the Mountain West,” said Kenan Fikri, director of research at The Economic Innovation Group, a bipartisan policy organization. “It’s a ground zero for understanding how inflation affects the budgets of lower-earning households when they’re already financially stressed.”

Trump’s Mug Shot, a Presidential First, Is a Merch Bonanza (WSJ) First came the mug shot. Then came the merch. Within hours of Donald Trump surrendering himself to authorities in Fulton County, Ga., items plastered with the glowering former president in his signature suit and cherry-red tie were all over Etsy, eBay and the custom-design site Redbubble. Trump’s own campaign got in on the action: On Thursday evening, it sent out an email, soliciting $47 donations in exchange for a T-shirt printed with the mug shot above the phrase “Never Surrender.” His campaign’s online merchandise storefront now includes shirts, beverage coozies and a bumper sticker featuring the booking photo. The former president’s son Donald Trump Jr. was also peddling a $30 T-shirt and a $16 coffee mug printed with the mug shot, saying that proceeds from the sales would go to his father’s legal defense fund. Etsy makers began listing T-shirts that said “Legend” and “NOT GUILTY” beneath Trump’s image. In near-record time, Trump’s mug shot has joined Che Guevara’s bereted visage, sneering Bart Simpson and the goofy Minions as a wearable meme—the sort of image that will be found in souvenir shops and thrift-store racks for years to come.

Ecuador election: As run-off looms, voters crave genuine change (Al Jazeera) From her small convenience store in northern Quito, Tanya Vazquez is consumed by fear. Her modest shop has been robbed three times in the last few years, she said; in one case, the perpetrator fired a gun towards her husband, although the bullet missed. One of their sons was also robbed and assaulted in the street. “I am very afraid, with all the crime that’s happening,” Vazquez told Al Jazeera from behind the shop counter in the Ecuadorian capital. “I just hope that whoever the new president is can at least give us some security and stability.” Indeed, as Ecuador grapples with rising crime and political violence, many in the country are craving change. Snap elections last Sunday were overshadowed by this month’s assassination of Fernando Villavicencio, a prominent anticorruption candidate. The election will head to a run-off on October 15. These elections represent a pivotal moment for the small Andean nation, but it remains an open question as to whether either candidate can deliver the change voters crave.

A miracle:’ Virginia man meets Chilean family 42 years after he was stolen as newborn (USA Today) It has been 42 years since María Angélica González saw her son. He was a newborn. A nurse told González he needed to be put in an incubator because he was premature. Not long after, she returned with devastating news: The baby was dead. For 42 years, that’s what González believed. For 42 years, it has been a lie. Gonzalez’s son, Jimmy Lippert Thyden, was stolen from González, adopted out to unwitting parents in the United States and raised in Arlington, Virginia. For 42 years, Thyden believed he had no living relatives in Chile, where he was born. Then one day in April, Thyden read a USA TODAY story about a California man who had learned he was stolen from his mother in Chile and illegally adopted out to an American couple. It got Thyden thinking: Could the same thing have happened to him? Within weeks, Thyden learned the truth. And last week, González finally got to hug her son. “It’s a miracle from God,” González, 69, told USA TODAY during a video chat in Spanish as she sat with Thyden on Saturday. “When I learned that he was alive, I couldn’t believe it.”

Legal Troubles for Sarkozy (Foreign Policy) It’s been an eventful week for former world leaders facing legal problems. On Friday, magistrates in Paris ordered former French President Nicolas Sarkozy to stand trial on charges that his 2007 election campaign received a $54 million illegal contribution from former Libyan dictator Muammar al-Qaddafi’s government. The one-term president has denied wrongdoing alongside 12 other co-defendants, including three of his former cabinet ministers. He will be tried in 2025. This is far from Sarkozy’s first indictment rodeo. The 68-year-old leader has been convicted twice for corruption and influence-peddling. In May, he lost his first appeal for a 2021 accusation alleging he tried to bribe a judge. His three-year prison term was brought down to just one trip around the sun, which Sarkozy can fulfill under house arrest. He still faces a second probe into allegations that he received a payment of $3.2 million by Russian insurance firm Reso-Garantia in 2019 while he was working as a consultant.

Nerve agents, poison and window falls. Over the years, Kremlin foes have been attacked or killed (AP) The attacks range from the exotic—poisoned by drinking polonium-laced tea or touching a deadly nerve agent—to the more mundane of getting shot at close range. Some take a fatal plunge from an open window. Over the years, Kremlin political critics, turncoat spies and investigative journalists have been killed or assaulted in a variety of ways. None, however, has been known to perish in an air accident. But on Wednesday, a private plane carrying a mercenary chief who staged a brief rebellion in Russia plummeted into a field from tens of thousands of feet after breaking apart. Assassination attempts against foes of President Vladimir Putin have been common during his nearly quarter century in power. Those close to the victims and the few survivors have blamed Russian authorities, but the Kremlin has routinely denied involvement—as it did on Friday by saying it was “a complete lie” it had anything to do with the jet crash. There also have been reports of prominent Russian executives dying under mysterious circumstances, including falling from windows, although whether they were deliberate killings or suicides is sometimes difficult to determine.

UNICEF says a year on from Pakistan’s catastrophic floods, millions of children still need support (AP) The United Nations children’s agency on Friday warned that a year on from Pakistan’s devastating floods, an estimated 4 million children continue to need humanitarian assistance and access to essential services as a shortage of funds remains a hurdle in recovery. The warning from UNICEF comes as authorities in Pakistan’s eastern Punjab province are racing against time to evacuate people from areas affected by the overflowing River Sutlej. Since Aug. 1, rescuers have evacuated over 100,000 people from marooned areas in the districts of Kasur and Bahawalpur. More than six months ago, dozens of countries and international institutions at a U.N.-backed conference in Geneva pledged more than $9 billion to help Pakistan recover and rebuild from last summer’s floods. But most of the pledges were in the form of loans for projects, which are still in the planning stages.

A Crisis of Confidence Is Gripping China’s Economy (NYT) Earlier this year, David Yang was brimming with confidence about the prospects for his perfume factory in eastern China. After nearly three years of paralyzing Covid lockdowns, China had lifted its restrictions in late 2022. The economy seemed destined to roar back to life. Mr. Yang and his two business partners invested more than $60,000 in March to expand production capacity at the factory, expecting a wave of growth. But the new business never materialized. In fact, it’s worse. People are not spending, he said, and orders are one-third of what they were five years ago. “It is disheartening,” Mr. Yang said. “The economy is really going downhill right now.” For much of the past four decades, China’s economy seemed like an unstoppable force, the engine behind the country’s rise to a global superpower. But the economy is now plagued by a series of crises. A real estate crisis born from years of overbuilding and excessive borrowing is running alongside a larger debt crisis, while young people are struggling with record joblessness. And amid the drip feed of bad economic news, a new crisis is emerging: a crisis of confidence. A growing lack of faith in the future of the Chinese economy is verging on despair. Consumers are holding back on spending. Businesses are reluctant to invest and create jobs. And would-be entrepreneurs are not starting new businesses. “Low confidence is a major issue in the Chinese economy now,” said Larry Hu, chief China economist for Macquarie Group, an Australian financial services firm.

Syria’s south rocked by protests amid anger over fuel hikes (Washington Post) Protests against the government of President Bashar al-Assad have spread across southern Syria in the days following a government decision to slash fuel subsidies, amid growing desperation as hyperinflation sends prices soaring. As the relatively rare protests gained force under a government that has applied brutal tactics to keep its population in line through more than a decade of civil war, young activists crept through the streets of the southern city of Sweida at night, affixing makeshift fliers to shuttered storefronts, encouraging civil unrest. The protests began Aug. 20 at a central roundabout, with a chant of “Syria wants freedom.” A demonstrator spray-painted a message on the roundabout’s edge, giving the gathering point a new name: “Dignity Square.” The demonstrations have since spread, as have photos and videos of them, some evoking the protests that filled the country’s streets in 2011 as hopeful masses demanded the ouster of Assad. Years of conflict were to follow.

Power returns to most of Kenya after a 14-hour outage (AP) Electricity was being restored in most parts of Kenya on Saturday, 14 hours after the longest outage in recent memory, the majority government-owned power distributor said. There was still no clear explanation for the outage that hit on Friday night, shutting down the country’s main international airport, affecting major hospitals and even the president’s office compound. The outage came just weeks before Kenya’s government hosts the first Africa Climate Summit, where energy will be key on the agenda. Kenya gets almost all its energy from renewable sources, but infrastructure and alleged mismanagement remain an issue in the country of more than 50 million people.

#headlines #news

2 notes · View notes

kismetharborapps · 1 month ago

Text

APPLICATION

ooc information

name: Benji

preferred pronouns: He/Him

age: 30

timezone: est

character information

name: Bailey Banks

faceclaim: Josh Hutcherson

gender & pronouns: CIS Male & He/Him

age: 33

birthday: December 29, 1990

place of birth: Dawsonville, GA

occupation: Lead Bank Teller

neighborhood: Hawthorne Hideaway

time since arriving in kismet harbor: Since July 2014

filling a wanted connection?: Yes, he's the first love to Aurora Jackson

biography: The south had always felt like home to Bailey. From a young age he and his siblings were helping their father on the farm tend to all of the animals as well as making sure they were able to get the crops taken care of so they could sell any products they had so they could make some extra money. They weren't completely poor but they weren't living the luxury life which is something that Bailey and his siblings never cared about. They tended to think that money came with arrogance and unappreciation and they never wanted to be like that. In High School, Bailey was incredibly popular even though he was the farm boy. Their family was known well around Dawsonville, GA as having some of the freshest produce and you always wanted more of it once you were done. Bailey didn't have a lot of time for extracurriculars after school since he had to be home, but he did enjoy being in the choir. The family was able to spare a couple hours each semester for his concerts that he would have with the group. He loved singing and it soon became an outlet for him to channel all of his feelings. While running the far was something his father wanted him to do, Bailey wasn't interested in it. He wanted to leave Georgia and go somewhere else. He always appreciated everything that his family had given him, but he wanted to know what there was outside of farming. Bailey got into college in South Carolina for a simple business degree. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go into life but knew it was more than just the farm work. He always wanted to do something with his voice as well, but he knew it wasn't practical so it was something that he tended to just do on the side at karaoke nights. After graduating college, he was just putting in applications for any business job while working as a barista at a local coffee shop in South Carolina. He remained there for a few years while he was also working as a bank teller. He liked the job, he was good with counting and math and enjoyed serving people, plus they were always going to need banks because there were people who were always going to be looking for loans and to have cash on them. He felt like something was missing though and he decided to get onto a dating site where he didn't have his location preferences set and he met someone who was living in Kismet Harbor. The two hit it off well with one another and he decided to take a weekend trip out to Kismet and they had an incredible weekend and he loved the ambiance of Oregon so he decided to pack up his car and move out to Oregon so that he could see what their relationship would hold. Well, it didn't last terribly long but they have become good friends and Bailey doesn't regret moving out to Oregon as he has been building a life for himself and he has plenty of opportunities to grow here as he was already promoted to the lead teller at his current bank, where they told him they wanted to make him a financial officer by the end of the year.

pets: None

town activities: N/A

draw of luck: Yes

character blog url: bcileybcnks

#submission

0 notes

andrewlovely · 1 year ago

Text

Homecoming

USS George H.W. Bush USS Gerald R. Ford They dock in my hometown and dominate the landscape. Holy Roman Empire Such power is seductive… You can’t take your eyes away Two Bechtel A1B nuclear reactors Five squadrons of multirole air superiority strike fighters

Who could oppose them? And who would even think to? We are nothing. Provincials on the outskirts of Rome

I want to believe in Big Brother I want to rest easy knowing that Father protects the world And beam with pride whenever I see his warships coming on the horizon. Guardians of the Free World Sentinels of the West

But I’ve been too close and seen too much I know too much and I know better

Satanism in the frat house Machiavelli’s acolytes thirsty for blood But they’ll settle for red death and sexual assault. A brood of vipers A school of sharks who eat their own young

They turn on each other out of a kind of boredom Or simply because they know of nothing else better to do. Brotherhood is betrayal

Patio get-togethers with smoked salmon queso carrot dips and forced laughter. Amidst the bad jokes and the desperate cackling my dad’s friend tells me how much he loves Batman and how much he misses killing people.

Post 9/11 lonestar quarterback varsity cheerleader pep-rally culture Band of Brothers jingoism and Republican family values Post Reich Fourth Reich zeitgeist propaganda films Our dear beloved Hero of The Fatherland Our dear beloved American Sniper scouting the aisles of HEB for Always Ultra Maxi Pads and cheap microwave dinners.

I’m getting Laguna Beach flashbacks and Homeland Security Orange Terror Alerts. Over a million killed in Iraq, But Janet Jackson’s exposed nipple is somehow the pinnacle of moral depravity. Wealth is health.

Long gone the Comanche trails we used to hike and the old wooden watchtower where the good Christian children warned of strange nightly rituals and animal sacrifice. Now they paved the sacred grounds with another shopping mall and you can buy arrowhead souvenirs where every burger joint meets every coffee shop. Interstate I-95 on the next exit. Highway marker 279. Food and gas in 16 miles.

I woke up on some European toll road federal highway built by Colonel Sanders’ military junta. I could just as easily have been driving back from San Antonio Airport. Home of the 1999 NBA Champions. The signs are the same everywhere But they all lead back to the same source.

Rick was a driver for Halliburton. Always spoke to me in a heavy drawl about the importance of having a good attitude. “We gotta fight ‘em over there so we don’t fight ‘em over here, Andrew.” I always thought that was just the way he talked. Turns out it was the highballs and the VA drug cocktail he drank every morning. He wasn’t even from Texas.

I never did find out who “they” were. The ones we were supposed to “fight over there.” But apparently they were in cahoots with whoever it was he fought in Vietnam.

Rick had a pretty good attitude about driving a truck I guess. About as good of an attitude as you could have really. He went to church every Sunday and blew his brains out on the Fourth of July. A patriot to the very end. Yeah, they used him up pretty good alright.

Beverly was a Dallas debutante with a sweet disposition, if maybe wound up a bit too tight for the likes of Austin. I probably seemed alien to her and maybe too polite, or too gentle for the rugged “boys will be boys” expectations that southern women seem to cater to and delight in.

She always asked me if I wanted more sweet potato casserole with a mixture of disappointment and confusion. I think I just seemed strange to her. But she was nice enough, and everyone was always “doin’ good, ya know And we’re all just doin’ fine… And you know, Doyle just bought that new boat he was wantin’ And I think we’re finally thinkin’ ‘bout sellin’ that old house finally.”

Beverly eventually jumped off the roof of a nine story parking garage. But that just got swept under the rug right alongside everything else.

There was a murder in Dallas and all Americans carry it three layers deep in different forms of societal conditioning and infra-red shades of misplaced anger and resentment. “The military industrial complex now permeates all aspects of our national identity and daily life: the political, the economical, even the spiritual.”

Ordinary citizens are buried and there’s nothing left, they’re all used up. Empty vessels filled to the brim and then discarded At the brink, at the brink, the cracks always form at the brink!

Lightning strikes splitting down Dick Van Dyke’s milk bottles, crazing through the glass, and just at the moment of critical eclampsis, the water cannot hold, it’s too late for the light, too late for Japanese Kintsugi, and everything not saved will be lost.

There will be no apotheosis, no final reckoning with the cowardly and dastardly adversaries who always hid themselves, but who, thinking their time nigh and the hour at hand prepared duly and dutifully beforehand to be utterly invincible, their case bulletproof, their charge noble and steadfast, now suddenly dare to reveal themselves, [and what a gift (!)], so you can finally stand up and fight, so you can finally show yourself, and show your power, and fight them head-on, and fight them in the light of daybreak, and fight them in the light of high noon, and with no more evasions, and with no more doublespeak, and with no more shadows, no…

There will be no final apology, no great apocalypse, just a tired whimper and a bewildered release.

Now the casket was lowered with military honors, and we all saw that, we all saw it. But The Beast was never slain. It gave the eulogy at its own funeral dressed in drag. Hairline trigger fingernail painted black. The CIA has operatives with dreadlocks and man-buns now. They meet all their diversity quotas. All of the bureaucratic vestiges of The Republic have been allowed to persist. They carry on the day-to-day affairs of The Empire and seem to please the people Conjuring up images of some past glory or vaguely reminiscent of some new half-promise half-remembered. It’s been a successful rebrand.

We all live on three job credit cards, but if we can just figure out which bathrooms we’re allowed to use, we’ll probably be OK. - Lovely

#poetry #my poetry #original poetry #andrew eugene lovely #andrew lovely

0 notes

streetlightsky · 3 years ago

Text

cold as (early morning) [1019 words; rated g]

for the @chenfordsource bingo fill: early morning. my first fill and thing i've written for chenford. hopefully this will inspire and motivate me to write more because i do have a lot of ideas (just not a lot of talent).

When Lucy came back from undercover, Tim was just not there anymore.

Granted, it had been the middle of the night when the operation broke. Lucy didn’t know most of the cops on scene let alone her arresting officer. She thought she had seen a glimpse of Lopez before she had been pushed into the back of someone’s shop, but she hadn’t been sure. Had it not been for the sight of Grey, undoubtedly purposely walking past her while giving directives to clean up the scene, Lucy might have continued to believe that her mission was still in progress.

Once it was safe, they escorted her back to base. Lucy stared out the window at all the familiar places to now remember them as hers—her favorite bakery, her beloved antique shop she frequented to buy things for the apartment, her preferred gas station where the cashier always threw in a pack of Swedish Fish on the house—and not Nova’s. She felt sticky with the remnants of her cover still clinging onto her, and all she craved was a long shower, her grandmother’s soup dumplings, and the calm of sitting in a morning brief.

The first sunrays were rising by the time she stepped through the doors of the Mid-Wilshire station. Her eyes bounced from face to face trying to both search for her familiar anchor and settle herself. But Tim was nowhere to be seen, and instead, she found Nolan at her desk with a coffee cup in hand and the cheeriest welcome she had received since taking the assignment.

After the older man had folded her into a hug, Lucy ducked into the locker room to collect her things. An old picture of her and her fellow rookies had greeted her like a warm hello, and for a moment, she was slammed with a wave of missing Jackson so much that it almost hurt. She wrapped the strap of her bag around her hand so tightly as if it could ground her back to earth. Even as Nolan drove her home, she refused to let it go.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” he asked. “I still have time to get breakfast for you before shift starts.”

Lucy shook her head. “I need to shower, clean the apartment, get groceries—”

“Don’t forget to put sleep on the list.”

She nodded, acquiescing. What she needed was to get the routine of her normal life back, to feel like Lucy again. What she needed was to take the day and recalibrate her brain and view of the streets before she went back on patrol.

What she needed was to see Tim.

But Tim wasn't there—not on the other end of the line when she had texted him, not in his usual parking spot when she arrived for her next shift, and not at his desk that looked suspiciously neat even for him.

Grey summoned her into his office before roll call, and instead of a sense of ease, there was a hollowness growing wider and deeper in her stomach that only seemed to worsen at each turn.

“You’ll be riding with Nolan today. It’s been a while since you’ve been on patrol, so a familiar partner should help.”

Lucy couldn’t help the words that came out of her mouth. “Sir, where’s Sergeant Bradford?”

“There was an opening at another division about a month ago.”

Lucy didn’t hear much—didn’t need to—after that.

It wasn’t that she was angry or disappointed. She knew Tim had been waiting for the next opportunity ever since he passed on Long Beach when she had still been his rookie. But she had hoped and expected him to be standing at the podium for briefing and sitting in the driver’s seat of their shop on her first shift back only to come up empty.

She let it go on for a week—seven days for her to regain her senses and find her true self again, seven days of parking tickets and domestic disturbance calls and public nudity at a Starbucks for her to get back into the groove of patrol work, seven days of festering uncertainty and overwhelming silence from her former training officer before she had enough.

The next morning, Lucy stood by her living room window with her phone pressed against her ear and listened as the dial tone rang and rang only to be greeted by the automated message of Tim’s voicemail. After the beep, she took a long, audible breath before speaking.

“Tim.” His name almost came out like an exasperation. “I know you’re around. Lopez told me you went to see Jack a couple of days ago, and—”

And even if it had been more than three months ago, Lucy still remembered standing in this exact spot in the early hours of the morning before she had left for her undercover operation and how Tim had kissed her for the first time and told her that he was too old to do the sneaking around thing and wanted to do things right if both of them were serious about what had been hovering between them perhaps since she had stopped being his rookie.

“Anyway. We said we would talk. After. And now it’s… after. And congrats on the position. I knew you would always get it. But unless you’re trying some kind of no-phone policy Tim Test, I guess you’ve decided to ignore me, and—”

Swallowing, she glanced out the window at the creeping morning light. The basement studio Nova lived in had rarely seen any sun.

“You said we would talk.”

Her fingers floated into the strip of sunshine streaming into her apartment. The warmth was slight and not nearly as tangible as the heat that surrounded her when Tim had embraced her.

But he wasn’t there anymore. And long after she ended the call, long after shift started, long after the sun rose to its peak for the day, Lucy still felt the lingering shivers of the early morning left cold from the distance between her and Tim.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordbingo #i had the first sentence written ages ago but never followed up until now #so this is what happens when you revisit a theme and tone you don't quite remembers months after the fact #alas longfic brain gets in the way and i lack the talent to bang out eloquency this ship deserves #*fic #*

52 notes · View notes

lxvxndxrly · 2 years ago

Text

Partners in Law

Eleanor was smart defense attorney for Blue Light Law Offices, Connor was a Detroit Police Department detective. They were on opposing sides of the law, Connor would put them behind bars and Eleanor would get them out, even if they were truly guilty. She was good at her job, so was Connor, he hated it when she got her not guilty verdict, but he felt happy for her. She hated it when another suspect of his would call her to defend them, but she was the best, so of course they would call, it was a tension filled friendship they had. It wasn’t really friendship, more so mutual respect for each other’s work, it was enemies with respect for each other. They were friendly enough, a bit of trash talk before trials, but it was friendly, playful even. They were able to talk to each other with out throwing punches, which was better than Eleanor’s other enemies, and that’s something of a win for her.

That all changed though when they were forced to work together, sure they could stand each other for a six hour trial, he could watch her pick apart witness statements and evidence, but he couldn’t stand eight weeks of being forced to watch over her. Eleanor had been targeted by a client who she had been unable to defend, which was rare but not surprising. Jackson Blackwell, a hit and run suspect that had been drunk and hit a small group of children walking home from school, he was unstable and reckless. After he was released on probation he broke into her office, defaced it, broke computers, shredded documents, and attempted to attack her. So, reasonably, the Detroit Police Department assigned Connor to keep her safe for the next eight weeks until his trial was concluded and she was guaranteed safe.

It was eight in the morning, the warm smell of freshly brewed coffee filled Eleanor’s downtown apartment, the attorney sat on her plum color couch, researching her newest client’s case. Frowning when she had to be ripped from her work to answer the door, frowning more when she found who had rung her doorbell, Connor Anderson, her enemy in law. “Do you really have to be here this early? I wanted at least another two hours of not having to see you.” She grumbled, moving back to her couch to return to her research, Connor entering with a frown before shutting the mahogany door behind him. He took in the wine-red walls of her apartment, the warm wood floors, and walls of windows before he glanced at the attorney. He had never seen her out of formal wear, it was new to him to see her in checkered pajama shorts and a long faded band shirt, her hair messy but tame. There was contrast between her clothing and his, he had arrived in a pair of charcoal slacks, an off-white button-up, and a navy blazer. He moved to stand behind her, looking down at her laptop, grimacing when he saw it was one of his suspects, returning his brown eyes to her. “Really? Another one of my suspects? You really enjoy picking at my work.” He stated, moving around the couch to seat himself a bit away from her, keeping distance as she took a sip of her warm mocha coffee. Eleanor couldn’t help, but laugh at his statement, pushing some of her blonde hair out of her face before responding a quick yes and returning to noting down evidence. “So, how long do you have to babysat? I can already tell I’m not going to enjoy this.” She hummed; the detective shrugged before speaking. “Eight weeks at the very least, maybe longer if Mister Blackwell’s trail lasts longer.” “Great.”

It had been two weeks, he followed her everywhere, her meetings, coffee shops, the store, her office, the park, even to the gas station. It was ridiculous, she could handle herself, she was just caught off guard. She was stressed and being hovered over like this wasn’t helping, she had a headache, a client that refused to give her details, a serve lack of caffeine in her bloodstream, and two nights of sleeping for two hours combined. She was about to bash her head against the nearest flat surface when a certain voice invaded her thoughts. “Miss Kamski? We’ve been sitting in this parking lot for the past thirty minutes, are you okay?” Connor questioned, a worried tone paired with concern pooling in his chocolate eyes was enough to show even the densest person he was worried for her. “I’m fine Connor, just dandy. I’m just taking a breather, kay?” She stated sternly, sending an annoyed glare towards the detective as she lowered her head onto the steering wheel of her car again, a groan leaving her in frustration. “You’re not okay, what’s wrong?” He asked, immediately Eleanor’s head shot up, her pale blue eyes glaring at the detective. “Why do even want to know? You shouldn’t care, you just want this to be over with so you can go back to your detective stuff.” She snarled, her hand gripping the arm rest between them so she didn’t throw a punch in annoyance of how he tried to act like he cared, why would he even care? “I can’t have you being unwell if you’re going to be picking apart my cases.” He stated playfully, fixing the sleeves on his button-up, acting like he hadn’t just said the closest thing to a complement to her that’s she is ever going to get from him. She blinked in disbelief before she threw her car door open, confusing the detective until his door was practically being ripped open, Eleanor was pulling him out of the car with a frown. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You’re picking me apart, I haven’t had coffee in over eight hours, I’m running on little to no sleep, your suspect is horrible, and you have got to be the densest detective I’ve ever met!” She almost yelling at this point, her nails digging into Connor’s skin as she fumed before her forehead came to rest on his chest with a grumble. “You’re stressed Eleanor.” “Really? I couldn’t tell, Anderson.” She sassed, her grip releasing slightly on his arms as his hands came to hesitantly rest on her shoulders. “You owe me coffee.” “As long as you promise to stop stressing yourself.” Connor stated, smiling slightly at her muffled groan. “Fine.”

It was two weeks later, the pair had grown closer, Connor was currently coming to bring her dinner from her favorite take-out joint. It was one in the morning, most of the people in Blue Light Law Offices had gone home, a few people burning the last bit of midnight oil, but the building was relatively empty. In turn, it was rather quiet, only mumbles of computer fans and the constant tapping of Eleanor’s pen against her desk. When he entered her office her head perked up, quickly rising from her office chair to retrieve the bag off food from him with a pleased smile. “Thank you very much detective.” She teased, setting the bag on her desk before opening the styrofoam container with her food. The blonde took a deep inhale of the food, sighing happily has she leaned against the desk, beginning to dig into the food. “Hungry much?” The brunette teased, Eleanor nodded with a mouthful of noodles before she heard snicker. Connor found it oddly adorable, the usually stoic attorney shoveling Chinese food into her mouth happily, her skin gleaming in the late-night moonlight. “You’re staring again.” Her voice cut through the fog of his mind, the detective frowning at her words as he moved to lean against the doorway to her office. “Shut your mouth.” He sternly stated, glaring at her as she returned to practically inhaling in food in her hands with nothing better described as pure happiness. The two had grown closer over the last four weeks, Eleanor had been more open and friendly, and Connor had been less stoic, less robotic. It was a nice change of pace. The peacefully silence was cut through with the sudden sound of glass breaking and the receptionist of the office shrieking in horror, the attorney flinched at the sound, her blue eyes widening. “Wendy! Are you alight?!” She called out to her receptionist before rushing out of her office to check on her before Connor could even stop her, the sight before her however, made her sigh in relief. Her receptionist, Wendy Miller, was fine, thankfully. However, her window was not. A brick had been thrown through it, looking out the broken window, you could see Eleanor’s newly vandalized car. “What in the world happened?” She asked her trembling receptionist, who gave a weak shrug, Connor making his presence known when he reached down to view the brick. His eyes narrowed when he saw the word liar written on it. “I think Blackwell just made another move.”

It was three weeks later, the Blackwell trial would be over within a week, which meant no more detective Anderson hovering over Eleanor. It made Eleanor sad for some reason, she didn’t want him to leave, she had started to enjoy seeing him around, it was nice. She quietly watching the trial on the television, a cup of dark mocha coffee in her hands when the door to her home opened. “He’s going to be found guilty, his defense sucks, crummy picking apart.” She mumbled into her cup, feeling the couch dip beside her, her gaze flickering over to glance at the other with a raised brow. “You think you can do better, don’t you?” He asked, getting a nod in response as she watched the closing statements of the defense with a frown. She hated it when other defense attorneys would butcher trials, and this was no different, she wanted to scream at the television. “What made you want to defend people? More so, what made you defend obviously guilty people?” Connor’s voice cut through her thoughts, her attention fully turning to the detective, her brows narrowing in thought. “I wanted to prove I could do the impossible, get people out of jail that had no chance.” She mumbled, messing with the hem of her shirt as she absentmindedly listened to the television, oddly embarrassed by her need to prove herself. Her need to prove she could do anything, she could handle the impossible, make it possible. It was her driving force, it was the reason she took such cases, the reason she so fiercely studied theses cases. “Why not use that of yours to put the criminals behind bars? Instead of working against me, you could work me.” He offered, Eleanor’s head perked up at the words, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Really?”

It had been three months since their partnership, Eleanor had won another case and Connor had another suspect behind bars. She had transferred to being prosecution, Connor would get the suspects and she would put them behind bars, it was prefect harmony. They would get her favorite Chinese food after every trial, celebrating the win together. Tonight was just like that, expect this time it was their two month anniversary of being not only partners in law, but partners in everyday life. Connor had moved in with her, they had even adopted a cat named Inky. “To being partners in law.” Connor said, chuckling softly as he held up a fork full of noodles for the other to clink with her own fork. “To being partners in law!”

#this was my final essay #loosely based on dbh #dbh #connor dbh #enemies to friends to lovers #kinda lovers #implied lovers so to speak #im trying #defense attorneys and detectives are hot #kinda xreader but not really #its more xoc if anything #chinese food bonding #this was written at like 4am #human connor #because i can

5 notes · View notes

keotograph · 4 years ago

Text

| character playlists |

last updated: 12th march, 2021

haikyuu:

playlists cover art credit: @mookie000art

—

paper tickets, disformed cheese pizza & old game cheats↴

7-eleven slushies, three-way make out sessions & stolen orange traffic cones↴ [personal favorite]

gas station sushi, abandoned shopping carts, matching sweatshirts & aux cord hogging↴

dream smp:

playlist cover art credit: @li-wri

backseat fighting, incoherent yelling, coffee cups & cuddle piles↴

percy jackson universe:

playlist cover art credit: the official percy jackson character art work

annoyingly ominous prophecies, multiple broken bones, constant monster attacks & random demigod powers↴

boku no hero academia:

playlist cover art credit: tba

-chaotic shopping mall adventures w/ the bakusquad [tba]

44 notes · View notes

kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

Text

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader -Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 11: Prepare For Trouble And Make It Double

In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some divine force really is trying to mess up your day. Which was actually what's happening. So there we were, Annabeth, Percy, Grover and I, walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind us, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in our noses. Percy and I walked side by side with our hand still connected. Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once. I was pretty much in shock myself. The explosion of bus windows still rang in my ears. But Annabeth kept pulling us along, saying: "Come on! The farther away we get, the better. "All our money was back there," Percy reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything." "Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight—" "What did you want me to do? Let you guys get killed? I was not going to leave Y/N." "You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine." "Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine." "Shut up, goat boy," I said. Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans... a perfectly good bag of tin cans." We sloshed across mushy ground, through nasty twisted trees that smelled like sour laundry. After a few minutes, Annabeth fell into line next to Percy. "Look, I..." Her voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave." "We're a team, right?" She was silent for a few more steps. "It's just that if you died... aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest was over. This may be my only chance to see the real world." The thunderstorm had finally let up. The city glow faded behind us, leaving us in almost total darkness. Do you want to see?

Yeah that would be nice.

It was as if it was morning, I could see everything clearly. I wandered my head to make sure I could see everything. This is cool. "You okay?" Percy asked. "Yeah," Not really a fan of the current silence I turned to Annabeth. "You haven't left Camp Half-Blood since you were seven?" I asked her. "No... only short field trips. My dad—" "The history professor." "Yeah. It didn't work out for me living at home. I mean, Camp Half-Blood is my home." She was rushing her words out now, as if she were afraid somebody might try to stop her. "At camp you train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not." If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard doubt in her voice. "You're pretty good with that knife," I said. "You think so?" "Yeah maybe you can teach me some tricks. "Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by me." Percy smiled. I couldn't really see, but I thought she might've smiled. "You know," she said, "maybe I should tell you... Something funny back on the but..." Whatever she wanted to say was interrupted by a shrill toot-toot-toot, like the sound of an owl being tortured. "Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried. "If I could just remember a 'find path' song, we could get out of these woods!" He puffed out a few notes, but the tune still sounded suspiciously like Hilary Duff. Seeing a tree coming up I tried to pull Percy to avoid it but Percy immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on his head. I suppressed my laugh by covering my mouth which made Percy glare at me. After tripping and cursing and generally feeling miserable for another mile or so, I started to see light up ahead: the colors of a neon sign. I could smell food. Fried, greasy, excellent food. I realized I hadn't eaten anything unhealthy since I'd arrived at Half-Blood Hill, where we lived on grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue. This kid needed a double cheeseburger. >We kept walking until I saw a deserted two-lane road through the trees. On the other side was a closed-down gas station, a tattered billboard for a 1990s movie, and one open business, which was the source of the neon light and the good smell. It wasn't a fast-food restaurant like I'd hoped. It was one of those weird roadside curio shops that sell lawn flamingos and wooden Indians and cement grizzly bears and stuff like that. The main building was a long, low warehouse, surrounded by acres of statuary. The neon sign above the gate was impossible for me to read, because if there's anything worse for my dyslexia than regular English, it's red cursive neon English. To me, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM. "What the heck does that say?" I asked. "I don't know," Annabeth said. She loved reading so much, I'd forgotten she was dyslexic, too. Grover translated: "Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium." Flanking the entrance, as advertised, were two cement garden gnomes, ugly bearded little runts, smiling and waving, as if they were about to get their picture taken. I crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers. "Hey..." Grover warned. "The lights are on inside," Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open." "Snack bar," I said wistfully. "Snack bar," Percy agreed. "Snack bar," Annabeth joined. "Are you three crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird." We ignored him. The front lot was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps. "Bla-ha-ha!" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!" We stopped at the warehouse door. "Don't knock," Grover pleaded. "I smell monsters." I turned to look at my knife. It had a light glow emitting from it. Probably because it was sheathed. "I think there's monsters." I was now reluctant and sided with Grover. "Grover's nose is clogged up from the Furies," Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?" "Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian." "You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans," Percy reminded him.. "Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are... looking at me."

"Percy, I don't think---"

"It'll be fine." Percy took my hand and went in. Be careful and don't look. Then the door creaked open, and standing in front of us was a tall Middle Eastern woman—at least, I assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown that covered everything but her hands, and her head was completely veiled. Her eyes glinted behind a curtain of black gauze, but that was about all I could make out. Her coffee-colored hands looked old, but well-manicured and elegant, so I imagined she was a grandmother who had once been a beautiful lady. >Her accent sounded vaguely Middle Eastern, too. She said, "Children, it is too late to be out all alone. Where are your parents?" "They're... um..." Annabeth started to say. "We're orphans," I said. "Orphans?" the woman said. The word sounded alien in her mouth. "But, my dears! Surely not!" "We got separated from our caravan," Percy said. "Our circus caravan. The ringmaster told us to meet him at the gas station if we got lost, but he may have forgotten, or maybe he meant a different gas station. Anyway, we're lost. Is that food I smell?" "Oh, my dears," the woman said. "You must come in, poor children. I am Aunty Em. Go straight through to the back of the warehouse, please. There is a dining area. We thanked her and went inside. Annabeth muttered to Percy, "Circus caravan?" "Always have a strategy, right?" "Your head is full of kelp." The warehouse was filled with more statues—people in all different poses, wearing all different outfits and with different expressions on their faces. I was thinking you'd have to have a pretty huge garden to fit even one of these statues, because they were all life-size. I was anxious so I tighten my grip on Percy. It's stupid for walking into a strange lady's shop like that just because we were hungry. For a child of Athena, Annabeth sure isn't making wise decisions. I mean yeah I agree, you've never smelled Aunty Em's burgers. The aroma was like laughing gas in the dentist's chair—it made everything else go away. But Grover's nervous whimpers, and the way the statues' eyes seemed to follow me, to add the fact that Aunty Em had locked the door behind us. Made me more cautious. Sure enough, there it was at the back of the warehouse, a fast-food counter with a grill, a soda fountain, a pretzel heater, and a nacho cheese dispenser. Everything you could want, plus a few steel picnic tables out front. "Please, sit down," Aunty Em said "Awesome," Percy said. "Um," Grover said reluctantly, "we don't have any money, ma'am." Aunty Em said, "No, no, children. No money. This is a special case, yes? It is my treat, for such nice orphans." "Thank you, ma'am," Annabeth said. Aunty Em stiffened, as if Annabeth had done something wrong, but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, I had to turn to Annabeth to check if there was something wrong with her.. Quite all right, Annabeth," she said. "You have such beautiful gray eyes, child." I wonder how she knew Annabeth's name, even though we had never introduced ourselves. "Percy, I want to leave..." I whispered. "Just a few bites Y/N. Don't worry." He gave me a reassuring pat. Our hostess disappeared behind the snack counter and started cooking. Before we knew it, she'd brought us plastic trays heaped with double cheeseburgers, vanilla shakes, and XXL servings of French fries. I wasn't gulfing down my food like Percy was. Grover picked at the fries, and eyed the tray's waxed paper liner as if he might go for that, but he still looked too nervous to eat. Annabeth slurped her shake. "What's that hissing noise?" he asked. I listened, but didn't hear anything. Annabeth shook her head. "Hissing?" Aunty Em asked. "Perhaps you hear the deep-fryer oil. You have keen ears, Grover." "I take vitamins. For my ears." "That's admirable," she said. "But please, relax." I don't like it here. I'm scared. Be wary of all things. Aunty Em ate nothing. She hadn't taken off her headdress, even to cook, and now she sat forward and interlaced her fingers and watched us eat. It was a little unsettling, having someone stare at me when I couldn't see her face, and I figured the least I could do was try to make small talk with our hostess. "So, you sell gnomes," I said, trying to sound interested. "Oh, yes," Aunty Em said. "And animals. And people. Anything for the garden. Custom orders. Statuary is very popular, you know." "A lot of business on this road?" "Not so much, no. Since the highway was built... most cars, they do not go this way now. I must cherish every customer I get. My neck tingled, as if somebody else was looking at me. I turned, but it was just a statue of a young girl holding an Easter basket. The detail was incredible, much better than you see in most garden statues. But something was wrong with her face. It looked as if she were startled, or even terrified."Ah," Aunty Em said sadly. "You notice some of my creations do not turn out well. They are marred. They do not sell. The face is the hardest to get right. Always the face." "You make these statues yourself?" Percy asked. "Oh, yes. Once upon a time, I had two sisters to help me in the business, but they have passed on, and Aunty Em is alone. I have only my statues. This is why I make them, you see. They are my company." The sadness in her voice sounded so deep and so real that I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. Annabeth had stopped eating. She sat forward and said, "Two sisters?" "It's a terrible story," Aunty Em said. "Not one for children, really. You see, Annabeth, a bad woman was jealous of me, long ago, when I was young. I had a... a boyfriend, you know, and this bad woman was determined to break us apart. She caused a terrible accident. My sisters stayed by me. They shared my bad fortune as long as they could, but eventually they passed on. They faded away. I alone have survived, but at a price. Such a price." Annabeth gave me a look of worry. I knew she realized something. "Percy?" I shook him to get his attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the ringmaster will be waiting." Grover was eating the waxed paper off the tray now, but if Aunty Em found that strange, she didn't say anything. "Such beautiful gray eyes," Aunty Em told Annabeth again. "My, yes, it has been a long time since I've seen gray eyes like those." She reached out as if to stroke Annabeth's cheek, but Annabeth stood up abruptly. "We really should go." "Yes!" Grover swallowed his waxed paper and stood up. "The ringmaster is waiting! Right!" "Please, dears," Aunty Em pleaded. "I so rarely get to be with children. Before you go, won't you at least sit for a pose?" "A pose?" Annabeth asked warily. "A photograph. I will use it to model a new statue set. Children are so popular, you see. Everyone loves children." Annabeth shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I don't think we can, ma'am. Come on, Percy—" "Sure we can," Percy said. "It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?" "Percy, I don't want to..." "It's just a photo guys." "Indeed it is just a photo Y/N," the woman purred. "No harm." I could tell Annabeth didn't like it as well, but she allowed Aunty Em to lead us back out the front door, into the garden of statues. Aunty Em directed us to a park bench next to the stone satyr. "Now," she said, "I'll just position you correctly. The young girls in the middle, I think, and the two young gentlemen on either side." "Not much light for a photo," I remarked. But joke's on her I could see quite clearly. Don't look. "Oh, enough," Aunty Em said. "Enough for us to see each other, yes?" "Where's your camera?" Grover asked. Aunty Em stepped back, as if to admire the shot. "Now, the face is the most difficult. Can you smile for me please, everyone? A large smile?" Grover glanced at the cement satyr next to him, and mumbled, "That sure does look like Uncle Ferdinand." "Grover," Aunty Em chastised, "look this way, dear." She still had no camera in her hands. "Percy—" Annabeth said. "I will just be a moment," Aunty Em said. "You know, I can't see you very well in this cursed veil...." "Percy, something's wrong," I insisted. "Wrong?" Aunty Em said, reaching up to undo the wrap around her head. "Not at all, dear. I have such noble company tonight. What could be wrong?" "That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped. DON'T LOOK. Annabeth turned to my direction, "Look away from her!" she then shouted. She whipped her Yankees cap onto her head and vanished. Her invisible hands pushed Grover and and I pulled Percy with me. We were on the ground, looking at Aunt Em's sandaled feet. I could hear Grover scrambling off in one direction, Annabeth in another. "Percy, we have to move!" I shook him. But he was too dazed to move. Then I heard a strange, rasping sound above me. My eyes rose to Aunty Em's hands, which had turned gnarled and warty, with sharp bronze talons for fingernails. Percy was about to look higher then her hands and I instinctively covered his eyes. "Don't look!" More rasping—the sound of tiny snakes, right above me, from... from about where Aunty Em's head would be. "Run!" Grover bleated. I heard him racing across the gravel, yelling, "Maia!" to kick-start his flying sneakers. "Percy we have to move please!" "Such a pity to destroy a handsome young face," she said soothingly. "Stay with me, Percy. All you have to do is look up." "Percy please!" Percy pushed my hand away and looked to one side. I turned to look as well and saw one of those glass spheres people put in gardens— a gazing ball. I could see Aunty Em's dark reflection in the orange glass; her headdress was gone, revealing her face as a shimmering pale circle. Her hair was moving, writhing like serpents. Aunty Em. Aunty "M." How did Medusa die in the myth? But I couldn't think. Something told me that in the myth Medusa had been asleep when she was attacked by my namesake, Perseus. She wasn't anywhere near asleep now. If she wanted, she could take those talons right now and rake open my face. "The Gray-Eyed One did this to me," Medusa said, and she didn't sound anything like a monster. Her voice invited me to look up, to sympathize with a poor old grandmother. "Annabeth's mother, the cursed Athena, turned me from a beautiful woman into this." "Don't listen to her!" Annabeth's voice shouted, somewhere in the statuary. "Y/N carry Percy!" "Silence!" Medusa snarled. Then her voice modulated back to a comforting purr. "You see why I must destroy the girl, Percy. She is my enemy's daughter. I shall crush her statue to dust. But you, dear Percy, you need not suffer. We won't even hurt, Y/N." I swung Percy's arm around my shoulder. But he was too heavy. "No," he muttered trying to make his legs move... "Do you really want to help the gods?" Medusa asked. "Do you understand what awaits you on this foolish quest? What will happen if you reach the Underworld? Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue. Less pain. Less pain." "Y/N!" Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a two-hundred-pound hummingbird in a nosedive. Grover yelled, "Duck!" I turned, and there he was in the night sky, flying in from twelve o'clock with his winged shoes fluttering, Grover, holding a tree branch the size of a baseball bat. His eyes were shut tight, his head twitched from side to side. He was navigating by ears and nose alone. "Duck!" he yelled again. "I'll get her!" I tackled Percy to the other side. Thwack! Then Medusa roared with rage. "You miserable satyr," she snarled. "I'll add you to my collection!" "That was for Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover yelled back. Pulling along an out of a dazed Percy we scrambled away and hid in the statuary while Grover swooped down for another pass. Ker-whack! "Arrgh!" Medusa yelled, her snake-hair hissing and spitting. Right next to me, Annabeth's voice said, "Y/N! Percy!" Percy jumped so high his feet nearly cleared a garden gnome. "Jeez! Don't do that!" Annabeth took off her Yankees cap and became visible. 'You have to cut her head off." "What? Are you crazy? Let's get out of here." "Medusa is a menace. She's evil. I'd kill her myself, but..." Annabeth swallowed, as if she were about to make a difficult admission. "But you've got the better weapon. Besides, I'd never get close to her. She'd slice me to bits because of my mother. You—you've got a chance." "What? I can't—" "Look, do you want her turning more innocent people into statues?" She pointed to a pair of statue lovers, a man and a woman with their arms around each other, turned to stone by the monster. Annabeth grabbed a green gazing ball from a nearby pedestal. "A polished shield would be better." She studied the sphere critically. "The convexity will cause some distortion. The reflection's size should be off by a factor of—" "Would you speak English?" "I am!" She tossed him the glass ball. "Just look at her in the glass. Never look at her directly." "Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!" "Roooaaarrr!" "Maybe not," Grover corrected. He went in for another pass with the tree branch. "Hurry," Annabeth told him. "Grover's got a great nose, but he'll eventually crash." Percy took out his pen and uncapped it. The bronze blade of Riptide showed. He turned to me and gave the glass then offered a hand. "Percy you can't be seriously bring her along!?" "I'll go with him." Taking his hand, we followed the hissing and spitting sounds of Medusa's hair. I raised the glass so I could guide us. I kept my eyes locked on the gazing ball so I would only glimpse Medusa's reflection, not the real thing. Then, in the green tinted glass, I saw her. Grover was coming in for another turn at bat, but this time he flew a little too low. Medusa grabbed the stick and pulled him off course. He tumbled through the air and crashed into the arms of a stone grizzly bear with a painful "Ummphh!" Medusa was about to lunge at him when I yelled, "Hey!" We advanced on her. I had let go of Percy's hand to bring out my knife. So if she charged, I could help Percy. But she let us approach—twenty feet, ten feet. I could see the reflection of her face now. Surely it wasn't really that ugly. The green swirls of the gazing ball must be distorting it, making it look worse. "You wouldn't harm an old woman, Percy," she crooned. "I know you wouldn't." I could tell he hesitated. From the cement grizzly, Grover moaned, "Percy, don't listen to her!" Medusa cackled. "Too late." She lunged at him with her talons. I ran and raised my knife to block her talons, Percy then swung his sword, then we heard a sickening shlock!, then a hiss like wind rushing out of a cavern—the sound of a monster disintegrating. Something fell to the ground next to my foot. It took all my willpower not to look. I could feel warm ooze soaking into my sock, little dying snake heads tugging at my shoelaces. "Oh, yuck," Percy said. His eyes were still tightly closed, but I guess he could hear the thing gurgling and steaming. "Mega-yuck." Annabeth came up next to us, her eyes fixed on the sky. She was holding Medusa's black veil. She said, "Don't move." >Very, very carefully, without looking down, she knelt and draped the monster's head in black cloth, then picked it up. It was still dripping green juice. "Are you okay?" Percy asked me, his voice trembling. "Yeah," I decided. "Why didn't... why didn't the head evaporate?" "Once you sever it, it becomes a spoil of war," she said. "Same as your minotaur horn. But don't unwrap the head. It can still petrify you." Grover moaned as he climbed down from the grizzly statue. He had a big welt on his forehead. His green rasta cap hung from one of his little goat horns, and his fake feet had been knocked off his hooves. The magic sneakers were flying aimlessly around his head. "The Red Baron," Percy said. "Good job, man." He managed a bashful grin. "That really was not fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? Not fun." He snatched his shoes out of the air. "I didn't know Grover got Luke's shoes." Percy recapped his sword. "I can't fly." He shrugged. Together, the four of us stumbled back to the warehouse We found some old plastic grocery bags behind the snack counter and double-wrapped Medusa's head. We plopped it on the table where we'd eaten dinner and sat around it, too exhausted to speak. Finally Percy said, "So we have Athena to thank for this monster?" Annabeth flashed me an irritated look. "Your dad, actually. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girlfriend. They decided to meet in my mother's temple. That's why Athena turned her into a monster. Medusa and her two sisters who had helped her get into the temple, they became the three gorgons. That's why Medusa wanted to slice me up, but she wanted to preserve you as a nice statue. She's still sweet on your dad. You probably reminded her of him." "Oh, so now it's my fault we met Medusa." Annabeth straightened. In a bad imitation of my voice, she said: "'It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?'" "Forget it," I said. "You're impossible." "You're insufferable." "You're—" "You're both loud and stupid." I growled. "Yeah!" Grover interrupted. "You two are giving me a migraine, and satyrs don't even get migraines. What are we going to do with the head?" I stared at the thing. One little snake was hanging out of a hole in the plastic. The words printed on the side of the bag said: WE APPRECIATE YOUR BUSINESS! I was angry, not just with Annabeth or her mom, but with all the gods for this whole quest, for getting us blown off the road and in two major fights the very first day out from camp. At this rate, we'd never make it to L.A. alive, much less before the summer solstice. What had Medusa said? Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue. Percy and I shared a look. We got up. "I'll be back." "Percy, Y/N," Annabeth called after me. "What are you—" We searched the back of the warehouse until I found Medusa's office. Her account book showed her six most recent sales, all shipments to the Underworld to decorate Hades and Persephone's garden. According to one freight bill, the Underworld's billing address was DOA Recording Studios, West Hollywood, California. I folded up the bill and stuffed it in my pocket. In the cash register I found twenty dollars, a few golden drachmas, and some packing slips for Hermes Overnight Express, each with a little leather bag attached for coins. "Found one." Percy called. We went back to the picnic table, packed up Medusa's head, and filled out a delivery slip: The Gods >Mount Olympus 600th Floor, >Empire State Building New York, NY With best wishes, PERCY JACKSON <3 Y/N L/N "They're not going to like that," Grover warned. "They'll think you're impertinent." I poured some golden drachmas in the pouch. As soon as I closed it, there was a sound like a cash register. The package floated off the table and disappeared with a pop! "I am impertinent," Percy said. I looked at Annabeth, daring her to criticize. She didn't. She seemed resigned to the fact that we had a major talent for ticking off the gods. "Great, well Fred and George," she muttered. "We need a new plan."

Previous | Masterlist | Next

UwU bb I'm just licherali rippin off now srry -kookie-doughs

Taglist?

@gayer-than-the-gayest-gay @the-natureofme @booknerd-3000

#Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson X Reader #Percy Jackson X Y/N #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #Luke castellan x reader #Lightning thief #Y/N L/N #Y/N L/N and the halfbloods #Fanfiction #fanfictions #X Reader #Chapter 11 #Book 1

40 notes · View notes

bearseokie · 5 years ago

Text

Working Other Occupations | GOT7

got7 m.list | navi.

Mark: Gas Station Clerk;

knows everyone because his store is so busy

the store has two checkout lines, but his is always the longest

knows the best brands in the stores, constantly recommends them

gets frozen yogurt every day, collects his spoons

never leaves the slushie machine alone, his tongue is always red or blue

hates cleaning the bathrooms

prefers the night shift over the morning shift

blasts music

begs people that buy cigarettes to try quitting by chewing gum

steals energy drinks

pays for people's items when they don't have enough to cover it

smiles at everyone for no reason

found a stray cat behind the store, named it and deemed it the gas station kitty

stands at the counter, refuses to sit down

raps to songs playing while he restocks

runs around the counter to open the door for elders

challenges himself to see how long he can stand in the freezer

befriends the cook that makes hot food so he gets free meals

pumps gas for his friends and elders so he knows they get taken care of

hoodies

Jaebeom: Mechanic;

works on vehicles part time

gets stuck somewhere almost every day. once it was his hand in the exhaust pipe. once his entire body got stuck between the bottom of a truck and the creeper. it was a funny call for help.

wears a black jumpsuit and boots every day, loves that his name is embroidered onto his uniform.

blasts alternative music in the shop

thinks his job is like math

all of his co-workers are buff dudes with tattoos, and he admits he looks out of place

long hair that gets caught in Everything

sits on the creeper and rides it around when he's too lazy to stand up

is actually really good at his job, and has never had a complaint

women stop by to request that "he must look at their car because the check engine is on" but it's just a glitch, he gets their number anyways

always offers to buy food for his co-workers when they've been working long hours

always is on coffee duty

keeps a jar of lollipops for the client’s kids

got pranked by his co-workers once, hopes it never happens again

they asked him to get into a car to check if the steering wheel was even, then they lifted the car. he was in the air, stuck for almost an hour while they worked on it because "it would be a waste of time to bring it back down to let him out", he still appreciates them though

knows a lot of the rich people in the area specifically because he works on their cars

loves working on Ferraris and Lamborghinis

got to drive both to test run them, he was in love

is always covered in grease and oil, smells like them too

rough hands

Jackson: Workout Trainer;

always wears black tank tops

goes into the gym to do his own workout before his client shows up

brings extra water

gets way too excited when his client wants to do another workout

has a personal connection to all of his clients

will treat them to meals and give gifts to support their hard work

all of his fits match

wears insoles for extra support and asks his clients to get them too so they won't be as sore

is naturally loud but is quiet when he works out / when he is watching over a client

real bike rides & hikes

always makes clients start off with the basics, the smallest weights, shorter movements even if they are familiar with the workout / equipment

wears sweat bands like they're actual accessories

messes around from time to time by "running" on the gazelle, skipping on the treadmill, swings from the pull-up bars

acts like he's done more than everyone else when they aren't paying attention

pretends he can't lift a heavy weight when his client tells him they don't know if they can, so they feel inspired to try and be better than him

the best spotter

gets angry at other people in the gym when they are checking out / flirting with his clients, tries to explain that they are focused

protein shakes that smell okay and taste awful but he considers them a necessity

headbands like he's in an 80's workout video

always bouncy and excited, even when he's tired

Jinyoung: Dental Receptionist;

holds his index finger up at people when he's in the middle of something

types very fast

will hang up on you if you're rude to him

is friends with all of the dentist's in the building, and constantly chats with them even if people are waiting for their appointment

dentist still hasn't come back? they're talking to jinyoung

has a jar of mints on his desk, never offers them to anyone

is only nice to kids

bought new toys for the kid's waiting room because the old ones were boring, now none of them make noise but are enough to busy them

will purposely shred important papers just to give people a hard time

hates his desk chair

plays generic stock music in the office

goes through pens like crazy

hates check-in calls to remind people of their appointments, so he doesn't even do them most of the time and just hopes for the best

no insurance? sucks for you now you have a bill in your name

staples aggressively

plays solitare

makes the waiting room freezing while he's perfectly fine

gets up in the middle of someone checking in to walk around doing nothing until he feels like coming back

shows no emotion unless he hears a kid laughing

waves goodbye instead of telling people to have a good day / evening

Youngjae: Librarian;

shushes people that shush others

sneaks up behind people when they are focused

laughs way too loud and bothers everyone

the scanners hate him so much that they will glitch and shut down the entire computer

wears plaid pants and comfy tees, pushed back hair and glasses, never wears his contacts to work

brings his own lunch / snacks but still buys things from the staff room's vending machine

plays music in his earbuds when restocking and reorganizing

puts his own name down for newly released dvds so he gets to watch them first

carries a backpack of random stuff for when he gets bored

doesn't actually like books that much

accidentally sings at full volume to the music in his ears

buys stickers to give to the kids when they check out their books

runs up and down the aisles when no one else is around

recommends the same four books to everyone

writes in his notebook for half of his shift

when the kids get lost from their parents, he holds their hand and lets them hang out with him at his counter while he calls over the intercom

thinks there should be a bigger music section

wears a watch but still stares at the wall clock

bad sleep schedule so he's always dozing off

loves decorating the library with themes

Bambam: Retail Employee;

very sassy

wears brands even his own store doesn't sell

is actually the nicest person ever to work in retail

fingertip length organized racks

perfectly folds Everything because he believes presentation is one of the most important features of anything

will change a mannequin while people are shopping if he hates the fit enough

rants about how more people should thrift clothing instead of buying new things every time because it's better for the environment to recycle and benefits & supports local thrift stores

holds up clothes when people are checking out and compliments their taste

actually enjoys comfy clothing over designer, but will never admit it

takes a whole shift just to choose one pair of shoes to put on display

loves when kids ask his opinion on what they should get

spends his breaks looking over the jewelry section

steals candles

hates when people mess up the t-shirt section because he always has to fix it

electric shopping cart races

always has his long sleeve uniform shirts rolled up to his elbow

has knowledge of the best makeup brands in the store

severe hatred for the low-quality tees with weird quotes on them

loves all of the jeans with rips in them and always recommends them to customers

can make the floors so shiny he sees his own reflection in it

Yugyeom: Roller-Rink Employee;

part time dj, part time employee

puts on his favorite beats and skates around until he has to switch songs

kids try to climb him because he's so tall

has multiple pairs of skates for different days of the week

skates backwards

big shirts and ripped jeans

usually the leader of kid's birthday parties

held one of the parties and became the special guest because all of the girls loved him so much, they made him their prince for the day

loves watching people hold on to the walkers because it's funny

teaches old people how to skate safely by holding onto the edge of the rink

has to make the girls that flock around his booth find another activity to do

aggressively competitive lazer tag player, always gets his vest on first so he gets a head start

drinks monsters like it's water

doesn't buy the food they make inside, just steals it

hates being on rollerskate duty, always has to clean them and restock them properly because the high school kids place them in random spots

dyes his hair a different color every month

thinks the blacklight is the coolest feature of the entire rink

has so many high scores on the old arcade machines that kids cry trying to beat him, he buys them candy so they stop being upset

decorates the dj booth with neon colors

once got stuck putting his arm into the claw machine trying to get a toy that he wanted for himself

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reaction #got7 imagines #got7 au #jackson wang #mark tuan #im jaebeom #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #park jinyoung #got7 headcanons #kpop headcanons #kpop au #got7.headcanon

156 notes · View notes

ms-rampage · 4 years ago

Text

Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 1 - Welcome to Hope County

A new series!!!. Take place 2 years before the events of Kidnapped.

I created "Hope County University" for this series, and a few other locations that aren't in the game. Because its all headcanon shit.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.9k

John Seed slightly out of character. (That's what happens when you encounter a Winchester 😂😂)

*********************************

Hope County, Montana, February 2018

*Arizona by Hey Monday plays on the radio*

A black 1970 Monte Carlo with a small trailer attached to it drives down the road with an Arizona license plate on it "ARIZONA E34R90D".

19 year old Kate Winchester, who just moved out of her aunt and uncle's house drove 7 hours from Jackson, Wyoming to Hope County, Montana. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel to song.

Starting her new life, leaving the hunter life behind her, she applied and got accepted at Hope County University.

Hoping to get her Master of Science degree in Psychology, and then move on to get her Doctorate Degree.

Luckily her aunt and uncle were able to cover her tuition for the whole year. She even told them that she was willing to pay her own rent, and which surprisingly is only $750 a month. Hell her rent is cheaper here, than Arizona and Wyoming put together, but of course they're willing to pay for it, even though she refused, so she saves some money there.

She’s been attending college since she was 15 years old. She lied about her age to get a head start, with the help of her aunt Laura, and her grandmother Eliza. She attended community college in Wyoming before wanting to get transferred out of state.

She was able to rent out a small 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom house with a decent size backyard that is owned by the University, which is why the rent is pretty cheap usually it costs a lot more, and she also got a job at the University's café & diner with starting pay at $14.50. To her that seems very unrealistic but she’ll take it, she ain’t complaining.

She drives down the road with her dog Haley in the passenger seat with her head out the window trying to bite the wind as they drive down the road.

"Smell that fresh Montana air Hale" she says with a smile, Haley pulls her head back in and lets out a bark, her eyes widened and has that look like she's smiling.

You know that look dogs do with their tongues hanging out making them look like they're smiling.

Driving down the road, off on the side, a huge billboard sign with a photo of some man with the caption.

“We Love You and We Will Take You”

"That's very welcoming" she jokes.

Kate turns onto a small side road that leads to her new home.

She drives slowly, while looking at the GPS on her phone.

After a few minutes she finds the house.

"Here it is" she says, pulling into the driveway.

Shutting off the car, and getting out.

"Come on Hale" she says, padding her thigh.

She takes the house keys out of her pocket, and opens the door.

It's a decent size house for someone who's living on their own, the house is slightly furnished. Her uncle Brent sent some of their old furniture to her new house.

A coffee table, a few chairs, few lamps, a night stand, and a full size bed with the frame, head, footboard, mattress and box spring.

The backyard is bigger than she thought. She opens the door, and lets Haley out to the back.

"Go sniff around" she tells her.

The 2 1/2 year old German Shepherd sniffs the corners of the fence, looking for a spot to do her business.

Kate goes back inside, leaving the backdoor open for Haley.

She checks out the rest of the house, the 2 bedrooms, the bathroom and washroom, luckily a washer and dryer comes with the place. So at least she wouldn't want to buy it.

She goes back to the living room, and sees that Haley came back inside.

She goes to close the backdoor, locking it, she heads out to the front and unpacks her trailer. Boxes, boxes and boxes of her stuff, clothes, books, her WiFi router, personal hygiene products, small furniture, stuff for school, some groceries she has in her mini fridge, some of Haley's stuff, her toys and food.

She finishes unpacking around 3:30pm, her room is all set up, her bed is fixed, all her clothes are put away in the closet and dresser, she has photos of her friends, family and posters of bands she likes hanging up on the walls.

She set up her 60inch TV, the box and WiFi router in the living room, she put up curtains on all the windows, and put some plants out on the front porch.

She has all of her hunter stuff in the 2nd bedroom, her angel blades, demon blades, holy water, bags of salt, her books, her dad’s journal. Bullets filled with rock salt, and all of her other hunting supplies.

She has everything set up, and all she needed now was a kitchen table, a couch and maybe some appliances like a microwave, toaster and a coffee maker.

She sighs in relief, lays back on her bed, Haley jumps on, laying next to her.

"You wanna go into town?!?" she asks the dog, she looks at her while tilting her head to the right.

"You wanna go for a walk?!?" she asks again, she tilts her head to the left while still looking at her. She lets out a loud bark which catches Kate off guard, and jumps off the bed.

Running back and forth down the hall, jumping at her on the bed in excitement.

She gets up from the bed.

"Okay let me find your leash" she says, while going into the living room.

She goes through some of her boxes.

After a few minutes, she finds her leash and puts it on her collar. Debating whether or not to take her in the car, or walk into town.

"It's only a 10-20 minute walk from here to town" she says out loud.

After a couple of minutes, she decides to drive, just in case some stores don't allow animals in, she can leave Haley in the car with all the windows down of course, or maybe leave her outside.

They drive into town, and she parks her car next to a gas station store.

"Come one Hale" she says.

She jumps out of the car, Kate locks it up and they walk past the small shops.

A grocery store, a pharmaceutical store, a gun shop, an autoshop, and lastly a bar called "The Spread Eagle".

She looks around, and sees an appliance store, she really does need those appliances.

She walks closer, and sees a sign on the door saying "Sorry, no animals allowed inside".

"Of course" she says to herself.

She ties Haley's leash to a parking meter under a tree

"I'll be right back" she says to her, petting her head.

She goes inside the store and looks around. Right off the bat she finds a toaster with 4 slots, and it costs $30 in which to her is a steal.

She finds a coffee maker and a microwave all that costs a decent amount, less than she thought it would be.

She pays for her stuff, and goes back outside to untie Haley, they walk back to the car, and put the appliances in the backseat covering them with a blanket.

They continue to walk around the small town of Falls End located in the Holland Valley region. They cross the street to go onto the opposite side. Up ahead Kate sees a small group of people walking into a church on the other side of the street. Thinking nothing of it.

While on the other side of the street at Falls End Church, John Seed is standing outside of it holding the Book of Joseph, preaching.

"Sin must be exposed so it may be absolved. We must wash away our past" while some of his men escort some locals into the church.

"You will know the power of Yes, you will confess your sins" he continues.

As he looks around he sees Kate with Haley walking on the opposite side of the street.

He stares at her as she walks by, a smirk appears on his face. Perhaps he is engrossed by her?. He gets a weird feeling in his stomach but he ignores it.

He continues to watch her as she walks further down the street away from the church.

He shakes his head, snapping out of that trance, and continues to preach to the sinners.

Kate walks down the street towards a different market. Once again they don't allow animals in the store.

So she ties Haley to a small iron fence in the shade "I'll be back'" she tells her again.

She shops for about 25 minutes, she doesn't like to keep her dog outside that long especially out in public, she grabs bread, eggs, orange juice, fruit, cereal, milk, breakfast sausages, bacon, dog treats, grounded coffee and butter.

Typical stuff you would buy at a grocery store.

She pays for her stuff, goes outside, unties Haley putting the leash around her wrist.

"Here you can hold your treats" she says, as she gives Haley her bag of Beggin Strips.

She carries it in her mouth making the bags less heavy for Kate, and they head back to the car. They cross the street, now walking on the church side. John steps out of it, and sees Kate walking towards the church.

He gets a better look at her, she's really cute. Actually she’s more than cute, she’s beautiful. Black hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, looks like she could be 19-22 years old?. Could she be a college student?. He's about to say something to her, but it gets ruined when one of his men calls out for him.

"John!!" they call out.

Turning his head to look back at him.

He quickly looks back at Kate who is too far for him to call out to her.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, and goes back inside the church to see what they want.

Kate walks back to her car, and puts her groceries in the back seat.

Haley jumps into the front seat, and they drive off.

They get stopped at a red light in front of the church, John looks out the window, and sees a black 70 Monte Carlo with a German Shepard sticking its head out the window.

He quickly recognizes the dog, and sees Kate in the driver seat.

Quickly, he goes outside before the light turns green. He doesn’t know what to say to her, so he yells out "Nice car!!".

Kate can't see who yelled it because Haley is blocking her view from the passenger side, and is barking at some of the peggies outside the church.

So she yells back, "Thank you!!" followed with a honk of the horn. She in a way acknowledged John even if she didn't really see him.

She continued to drive down the road heading back home.

After a 10 minute drive, she makes it home, and puts all her groceries away, hooks up the appliances and sits back on one of her chairs for the rest of the day watching TV with Haley chilling at her feet.

“What a day Hale” she says, resting her feet on the table.

*3 in half hours later*

That night John is baptizing, cleansing some sinners, making them a step closer to being a part of Eden’s Gate. He’s doing his usual thing, making sure they are cleansed, and washed away from their sins.

He can’t seem to get Kate off his mind, he finds this very strange because these are some new feelings, that he has never felt before.

After he finishes the baptism, Joseph notices something is off about his younger brother.

He approaches him once he’s finished.

“John?!” he says, approaching him. “What is troubling you brother?”.

John doesn’t know what to say, he stumbles with his words “Nothing, Joseph”.

He places his hand on John's shoulder, their foreheads touching.

“It’s about a girl, isn’t it?” he asks, sounding like he already knew what this was all about.

John looks down, and lets out a soft sigh.

“Go to her. She can be your other half, when we cross Eden’s Gate” he tells him, before walking away.

John looks up at his older brother as he walks away, leaving him to contemplate with what he should do next.

#far cry 5 #john seed #kate winchester #john seed x kate winchester #far cry 5 fanfiction #eden's gate: left behind #my writings #my ocs #my oc kate winchester #john seed x oc #far cry 5 fanfic #far cry 5 oc #joseph seed #power of yes #fc5 john seed #fc5 fanfic

12 notes · View notes

ambermaitrejean · 5 years ago

Photo

Navasota, bluebonnets and corona

Those were the days in early spring- days of corona, when you came down from your mountain to tour the lowlands with a peacock. Day trippin' along backroads blooming with bluebonnets and Indian paint brushes... past the bones of dilapidated Americana, old gas pumps, and a roadside burger joint where bikers are welcome- remember to keep your personal distance. Independence; Sam Houston once lived here. There was laughter and smiles at a roadside rest stop. Fields with golden sunsets, sweet tea and barbecue. There was that amazing mural honoring a city's musical legends, and coffee at a rock and roll coffee shop in a town you've never heard of... smoked a doob at an old cemetery with a beloved wife named Patricia. Jackson Browne on the radio singing, "caught between the longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender"..... and then you learned you lost your job. Those were the days of wildflower-scented air, hand sanitizers and toilet paper, and the soft diffused light of nostalgia... days I'll never forget... when someone asks, "where were you when...?" I'll open the small bound journal you gave me with the pressed bluebonnet and think of you...

Photos and poem by Amber Maitrejean

#photographers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #original poem #bluebonnets #texas #landscape #navasota #Americana #dilapidated #prose poetry #poem

80 notes · View notes

bb-bambam · 5 years ago

Text

a decade with jjp

well, here we are at the end of 2019, which means that it’s been a little over 10 years with jjp. this is a compilation i put together of (most of, but definitely not all because i only really went through my blog and my twitter!) the jjp moments we’ve had the privilege of seeing over the past 10 years. i tried to put them vaguely in chronological order, but there were just so many that it was sort of hard to keep track! i hope you find your favorite moments here, and are reminded of some that you’ve forgotten about! (i know i definitely was!)

here’s to a wonderful decade of smiles, laughter, and happiness with our resident soulmates, and we hope for many many more!

predebut

the fateful audition that started it all (x)

bounce era

back in their awkward stages (x)

jaebeom teasing jinyoung (x)

they’ve always matched well (x)

jaebeom’s happy birthday song for jinyoung (x)

jaebeom singing that he loves jinyoung before cracking an egg on his head (at 7:45) (x)

flirting on twitter (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)

shopping date (x)

their promise to make a second album (which would eventually come true 5 years later!) (x)

ggg era

jaebeom being soft for jinyoung even when they were on opposing teams (x)

jj dads w their baby youngjae (x)

hugging each other after pretending to fight to prank yugyeom (at 6:50) (x)

their fingers lacing together in a weirdly intimate way (at 13:50) (x)

a era

sharing a shirt in the “a” dance practice videos (x)

being cute in a corner by themselves (x)

jinyoung’s thank you note to jaebeom (x)

flirting during a fan event (x)

never forgetting their roots (x)

stop stop it era

jinyoung comforting jaebeom (x)

holding hands (x)

weird flirting (WHAT was jinyoung looking for?) (x)

jjparents (x)

the time jaebeom manhandled jinyoung to the ground and they both looked way too happy about it (x)

jaebeom exposing himself on instagram and trying to delete the evidence (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s (favorite) annoying dongsaeng (x)

not exactly a jjp moment but jackson being a jjp shipper (x)

just right era

jinyoung being extra for no reason (x)

their simpsons couple rings (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (and then licking the same hand?) (x)

jealous jinyoung (x)

mad era

their iconic ceci photoshoot (x)(x)

being cute before the comeback stage (x)

jinyoung flirting with jaebeom (x)

clingy jinyoung (x)

the first sukira game (u all know the one) (x)

and what’s more, jaebeom puckered his lips (x)

this video where they were all over each other (x)

jinyoung declaring jj project as his one and only unit (x)

they aren’t close, they’re deep (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his hand (x)

jjparents w their babies yugjae (x)

when they almost left jinyoung behind but jaebeom made sure they didn’t (x)

holding hands (x)

jaebeom thirsty (it’s the second tweet in the thread!) (x)

miscellaneous moments (including jinyoung calling jaebeom “jagiya”) (x)

fly era

domesticity in a restaurant and jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)(x)

checking on each other onstage (also i kind of went off in my tags?? lmao) (x)

communicating w their eyes (x)

jaebeom knowing exactly how jinyoung wants to confess (x)

the second sukira game (including a comparison to the first!) (x)

jaebeom being absolutely whipped and letting jinyoung get away with anything (x)

them being cute and touchy (x)

jinyoung between jaebeom’s legs in the car?!?!?! (x)

jaebeom helping jinyoung wear his blindfold (x)

the softness in this vlive (x)

jinyoung being a “ghost” and jaebeom being whipped (x)

a hug for jaebeom for getting a strike (x)

jinyoung being needy (x)

them being domestic in front of everyone on vlive (x)

jj dads w their baby yugyeom (x)

when they went on this show JUST to be domestic (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the prettiest (and lowkey admitted he likes jinyoung crossdressing?) (x)

unnecessary clinginess (x)

fly tour

jinyoung doing The Most when jaebeom wasn’t there for their concerts (x)(x)(x)(x)

jaebeom watching jinyoung with utter fondness (x)

jinyoung being so incredibly happy to have jaebeom back (x)

jjp on a walmart date (x)

jjp on a pizza date (x)

jjp on a family shopping date w their baby bambam (x)

jjp on a family aquarium date w their baby bambam (x)

hard carry era

this 20 min vlive where it was just them being cuddly (x)(x)

their wedding day (x)

whipped culture on asc (x)

them being…like This at a fan event (x)

bookworm boyfriends (x)

communicating w their eyes (again) (x)

jaebeom singing prove it to jinyoung (that song was written for jinyoung ok) (x)

jaebeom LOOKING DIRECTLY AT JINYOUNG while talking about marriage (!!!!!!!) (x)

jjp describing each other as their ideal type (x)

the start of jinyoung calling jaebeom “jaebeommie” (x)

jinyoung demanding appreciation from jaebeom (x)

jjp talking about their feelings when jaebeom was injured (x)

sharing an umbrella (x)

i just really love this pic. jinyoung adores jaebeom so much (x)

jjp soulmates confirmed by mbti (x)

no one knows jaebeom like jinyoung does (x)

more couple rings (x)

in their own world (x)

jinyoung singing happy birthday to jaebeom (x)

jinyoung thinks jaebeom is the most handsome (x)

jaebeom telling jinyoung to sit on his lap (x)

again…them in their own world (and the lip thing) (x)(x)

this fanmeeting skit (x)

singing “my home” to each other (x)

never ever era

touchy at the airport (x)

their embarrassing moments are shared because their pasts are just too intertwined (x)

jaebeom touching The Butt (x)

jinyoung biting jaebeom’s cheek (x)

soft touches at a radio show (x)

jackson calling them out (x)

jaebeom again letting jinyoung be informal (x)

jinyoung doesn’t match with anyone but jaebeom (x)

bambam instigating jjp moments (x)

jinyoung always takes care of jaebeom (x)

they share shampoo (even though it’s not okay when mark uses it) (x)

coffee date (x)

yugyeom facetiming his dads (x)

they ACTUALLY almost kissed (x)

whatever THIS was (x)

jaebeom playing with the holes in jinyoung’s jeans (x)

jaebeom losing suspiciously easily to jinyoung at a bar battle (x)

jaebeom letting jinyoung win at arm wrestling (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung from touching his butt (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the funniest man alive (x)

verse 2 era (<33333)

they filmed in hokkaido which is a place jinyoung always wanted to visit (x)

cuties talking on the phone (x)

this whole interview (x)

jjp in the bathroom then vs jjp in the bathroom now (x)

they’re just so soft (x)

tomorrow today (stream verse 2 and this mv!!) (x)

the iconic mirror choreo (x)

holding hands and looking super happy about it (x)

jj project is jinyoung’s home-like space (x)

their tombstones will be side by side (x)

they can’t keep their eyes off each other (x)

the depth of their relationship is just…wow (x)

jealous jaebeom (x)

photographer bfs (x)

always complimenting each other (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s favorite dongsaeng (x)

they drink together (x)

talking about soulmates (little did we know what jaebeom would do 2 years later…) (x)

their special relationship (x)

marriage (x)

their shared bookshelf (x)

kings of domesticity (x)

jinyoung is jaebeom’s cat (x)

jaebeom inviting jinyoung into his room (and jinyoung loving his cats!) (x)

even more couple rings (x)

jaebeom calls jinyoung “youngie” confirmed (x)

jackson telling us what we already knew (x)

jjp’s photo essay (x)

7 for 7 era

the jjp imagery in the you are mv (x)

clingy jinyoung part 43762 (x)

jinyoung getting away with everything as usual (x)

idk what THIS was but (x)

jinyoung being incapable of shutting up about jaebeom while he was in the jungle (x)(x)

jaebeom getting hot and bothered bc of jinyoung on camera (x)

these cute pictures (x)

always always in their own world (x)

jaebeom serenading jinyoung with “face” (x)

editors always acknowledge the soulmates (x)

lest we forget: jaebeom looked at jinyoung like THIS in the middle of running a food truck (x)(x)

eyes on you era

jinyoung recognizing jaebeom by touching his ear (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his chin (x)

jinyoung can do ANYTHING (x)(x)

jjp married (x)(x)

jaebeom getting flustered (x)

this little thing they always do when they perform “look” (x)

jjp domestic (x)

jinyoung loves nora okay (x)

ice cream date (x)

they really want each other to strip (x)

informal jinyoung again (x)

they’re just so. soft (x)

always looking out for each other (x)

they love taking pictures of each other (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

eyes on you tour

jjp on a paris date (x)

jjp dancing together in nyc (x)(x)

secret flirting onstage (x)

jaebeom checking out jinyoung’s entire butt (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

lullaby era

don’t send them anywhere together (x)

complementary rings (x)

business as usual for them (x)

jaebeom staking his claim on jinyoung’s birthday (x)

looking at each other (and doing the lip thing!) as yugyeom talks about first loves (x)

jinyoung does not fear jaebeom at all (x)

jaebeom cannot lie to jinyoung (x)

miracle era

onstage flirting (x)

jinyoung’s fave songs are the ones jaebeom writes (x)

they make each other soooo happy (x)

one of my favorite sets of pictures ever (x)

literally married (x)

literally married pt 2 (x)

jinyoung through jaebeom’s eyes (x)

JB GA DAISUKI (x)

jinyoung waiting for jaebeom (x)

another serenade courtesy of jaebeom (x)

jaebeom being a (probably) biased ref (x)

jinyoung can talk to jaebeom about anything and jaebeom wants to have his last meal w jinyoung (x)

another ice cream date (x)

jj handshake #847348 (x)

focus on me era

happy to be together in the airport just before jus2 promotions and jinyoung’s drama (x)(x)

jaebeom making the jus2 showcase a jjp event for some reason (x)(x)(x)

jaebeom turning jus2 promotions into a jj project promotion period for some reason (x)(x)(x)

needy jaebeom (x)

finally reunited! (x)

eclipse era

jinyoung gives jaebeom a sense of security (x)

jaebeom’s cheeks are too cute (x)

eyes always on each other (x)

jinyoung getting away with informality part 397843 (x)

THEY’RE! SO! SOFT! (x)

hugs! (x)

jaebeom said jj project is forever (x)

bambam supports! (x)

jjp on the best friends episode of plof together (x)(x)

jjp on radio apart (x)

jaebeom likes being in jinyoung’s arms (x)

their got2day which was just them being soft (x)

JJP SOULMATES (!!!!!!!!) (x)

keep spinning tour

flirting onstage again (x)

they know everything about each other (ft. an interview from 2018!) (x)

holding hands at the airport (x)

it was fitting that they were chosen to make up a handshake (x)

very close at the airport (x)

giggly and tipsy (x)

thailand always gives us the moments we deserve (x)

selfie time! (x)

jaebeom always looking after jinyoung (he wasn’t feeling well that day) (x)

jaebeom being smug abt having jinyoung all to himself (x)

sharing secrets onstage (x)

ycmn era

jaebeom leading jinyoung offstage (x)

jinyoung being clingy again (x)

pda as usual (x)

everyone ships it (x)

jinyoung thirsty (x)

wanting to be with each other after got7′s first daesang win (x)(x)(x)

possessive jaebeom at the mamas (x)

jinyoung teasing jaebeom and jaebeom being whipped (x)

clingy jaebeom (x)

so smiley (x)

clingy clingy (x)

softest in the world (x)(x)

flustering each other (x)

jinyoung cute jaebeom sexy (x)

photographer bfs again (x)

jaebeom wants jinyoung all to himself (x)

actually what was going on w them on this day (x)

spending 10 years together looks like this (x)

dramas

dream knight (x)

dream high vs. dream knight (the tension…) (x)

when a man loves (x)(x)

compilation (x)

unknown/multiple eras

jjp are happiest with each other (x)

sharing secrets (x)

the happiness they get from each other… (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s fave dongsaeng (x)

sharing a jacket (x)

sharing a sweater (x)

compilations and miscellaneous stuff

compilation of jjp just knowing it’s the other (including by touching jaebeom’s inner lip…) (x)

compilation of jinyoung vs. jaebeom battles that jinyoung always wins (bc jaebeom is whipped?) (x)

compilation of jaebeom laughing bc of jinyoung (x)

compilation of pics of each other (x)

compilation of jaebeom being literally incapable of controlling himself (x)

compilation of all their “kisses” (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

miscellaneous soft moments (x)

miscellaneous underrated moments (x)

and last but absolutely not least, this submitted list of further jjp nonsense (x)

#jjp #jinyoung #jb #got7

185 notes · View notes