#Jason McCann

[cometomecosette]

Once again, the three classic production photos of Enjolras comforting a crying Marius after Éponine's death.

Because every now and then, they need to be shared.

*John Herrera and Hugh Panaro (US 1st National Tour, 1987)

*Greg Blanchard and Reece Holland (US 2nd National Tour, 1988)

*Jason McCann and Niklas Andersson (London, 2000)

[itsparanoiaa]

no bc why is there no more new jason mccann imagines ?! i hate life ?!?

anyways

i made a jason mccann character ai bot bc i got sad

[augustconversations]

Attention!

Hi, I received a message a couple of days ago for a specific request. I’ve lost that message. I have no idea where it went. It was a request about Justin and Selena Gomez. If you’re that person and so happen to see this, I apologize, but I’m not taking requests as stated in my bio. I’m not sure when or even if I will take requests, but if I ever do, then I will change my bio and open up a request form, which will be linked in my bio. Sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for understanding <3 

[caffeineandcatnip]

yeah rest in piss Toby Keith 😎

[baseballjerseynumbers]

Non-roster invitees:

Alejo Lopez assigned 29

CD Pelham assigned 39

Jason Alexander assigned 49

Kyle McCann assigned 52

Anthony Maldonado assigned 56

Ben Bowden assigned 61

Matt Krook assigned 62

[dismaltouch]

her life felt like a joke as of late. couldn't go anywhere without a watch dog, couldn't do anything she was used to doing previously. all she was, was a prisoner. stuck in her own personal hell for seemingly the rest of her life. this wasn't the way she wanted to live. she missed having freedom, but she never could find the right time to escape. being consistently under surveillance made it a little difficult to find an out. evidently, her word to keep silent wasn't enough for him. he never was a trusting man. ' is that what you think you did ? you think you saved me ? ' a bitter laugh escaped her at that, finding the male's logic absolutely insane. willow refused to answer him, wasn't going to engage in that argument with him. she might be tempted to ask him to put her out of her misery in a fleeting moment of weakness. ' yeah, right. it's my fault. it's not for your fault for coming around in the first place. right ? 'cause you can't take responsibility for the fact that you fucked up my life more than i ever could have. ' willow stayed firmly planted where she was, arms folding across her chest defiantly. ' no. i want someone else to accompany me. you're the last person i want to be forced to be around if i'm not allowed to be on my own. '

then comes another deep sigh from the male, already fed up of letting her explore outside. at least when they're inside he doesn't need to be with her 24/7 and he knows exactly where she is — it's a win-win situation in his eyes. ' yeah well it's that or you're dead. i don't know how you can't get that through your thick skull. i saved you, made use for you and now you get to live. what, you don't want to live anymore ? is that it ? should i take you out back and shoot you now ? ' scoff emits his lips at her sarcasm, though in truth he does somewhat enjoy the back talk between the two as much as it gives him a headache — willow has always kept him on his toes. ' it's your own fault, if you didn't tread where you weren't supposed to you wouldn't be here with me. you're nosy and now you're paying for it. ' that's his argument, shrug of his shoulders as he begins walking ahead. ' come on, i'm not staying out here all fuckin' night. '

[adokle]

Just some chars around the notion of The Buyer having some potential hitters within the weapons dealing empire he's implied to have built for himself.

He outsourced work in the Pre-quill (Jason and Lindsey's crew) and in 'Knuckles' (Mason and Willoughby, the bounty hunters), but I was thinking about people in his faction here.

Def more organized crime adjacent rather world conquering aligned.

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Tennyson: Part of the up the main production crew under the Buyer's purview. Loves the weapons testing stage most, though anything involving a blow torch, soldering iron, furnace, etc is a close second.

Hilton: Liaison to the crews that handle product distribution to 3rd party distributors and priority clientele. the title 'The Birdmaster' is self-appointed and not intended as an alias. Not that Hilton is real name either.

Hatch: Collector of unique salvage (Eggman, Quark, Black Arms, etc) that ends in the various corners of the black market that might be of interest to The Buyer. Not a Townsperson RE4 merchant.

The Hound: Who The Buyer sends to organize a face-to-face meeting with someone who's made themselves scarce.

Hopkirk: She's something of a Skewering Scorpion.

McNess and Lurch: Muscle, based on the guys that bring Mason and Wiloughby to meet The Buyer.

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Fun fact: Character names and titles here are taken from character and shows in Rory McCann's (aka The Buyer) filmography. Just FYI.

[zepuckinghockey]

NHL Wedding Season 2024

We're back again for another summer of NHL weddings! If you'd like to see last year's, check out this post.

If you see something wrong or someone missing, let me know! I'll continue to update this list until September when the weddings fizzle out. I appreciate the replies, reblogs, and asks with corrections and additions ❤️

6/7/24: Adam Larsson: (private wedding, no idea)

6/19/24: Jake Evans: Brendan Gallagher, Joel Edmundson, Tyler Toffoli, Nick Suzuki, Joel Armia

6/22/24: Max Jones: Trevor Zegras, Jacob Bryson

6/26/24: Adam Fox: (looked to be just family)

Josh Anderson: Nick Suzuki, Max Domi, Nick Foligno, Seth Jones, Cam Atkinson, Scott Hartnell

6/29/24: Ryan Pulock: Matt Martin, Noah Dobson, Casey Cizikas, Oliver Wahlstrom, Adam Pelech, JG Pageau, Josh Bailey, Mat Barzal, Anthony Beauvillier, Cal Clutterbuck, Bo Horvat, Simon Holmstrom, Pierre Engvall, Mikey Reilly

Jake Oettinger: Mason Marchment, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Wyatt Johnston

7/3/24: Mason Marchment: Jake Oettinger, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Brandon Montour, Mike Carcone, Owen Tippett, Sam Reinhart

7/6/24: Nic Hague: Cody Glass, Owen Tippett, Zach Whitecloud, Alec Martinez, Shea Theodore, William Karlsson, Keegan Kolesar, Nic Roy

Brendan Gallagher: Cole Caufield, Nick Suzuki, Carey Price, Jeff Petry, Chris Wideman, Tanner Pearson, Nate Thompson, Philip Danault, Christian Dvorak, Jake Evans, Sam Montembeault

7/7/24: Adam Fox 2.0: Ryan Reaves, Kevin Rooney, Will Cuylle, Vincent Trocheck, Jacob Trouba, Barclay Goodrow, Alexis Lafreniere, Blake Wheeler, Jimmy Vesey, Jonathan Quick, Ryan Lindgren, Braden Schneider, Sammy Blais, Ryan Donato, John Marino

7/10/24: Elias Lindstrom: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/11/24: Jared McCann: Jordan Eberle, Yanni Gourde, Vince Dunn, Jamie Oleksiak, Jaden Schwartz, Matty Beniers, Will Borgen, Kailer Yamamoto, Justin Schultz, Andre Burakovsky, Ryan Donato, Darnell Nurse, Brandon Tanev

7/13/24: Jack Campbell: Tyler Toffoli, Jake Muzzin, Kyle Clifford, Evander Kane

Alex Carrier: Frederick Gaudreau, Mathieu Joseph, Jimmy Oligny

Pierre Engvall: Simon Holmstrom, Owen Wahlstrom

Andrew Mangiapane: Johnny Gaudreau, Rasmus Andersson, Mikael Backlund, Noah Hanifin, Erik Gudbranson, Mack Weegar, Troy Stecher, Jonathan Huberdeau

Kyle Connor: Zach Werenski, Evgeny Svechnikov, Connor Hellebuyck, Tony Calderone

Eetu Luostarinen: Niko Mikkola, Lundell Anton, Aleksander Barkov

Tyler Madden: Alec Turcotte, Akil Thomas

Zack MacEwen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/18/24: William Carrier: Mathieu Joseph

7/19/24: Kaapo Kahkonen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/20/24: Jamie Benn: Tyler Seguin, Joe Pavelski, Jordie Benn, Jason Robertson, Roope Hintz, Joel Kiviranta, Miro Heiskanen, Esa Lundell, Ben Bishop, Luke Glendenning, Ty Dellandrea, John Klingberg

Alex Killorn: Yanni Gourde, Pat Maroon, Brandon Hagel, Nikita Kucherov, Victor Hedman, Zach Bogosian, Anthony Cirelli, Luke Schenn, Ryan McDonagh, Tyler Johnson, Blaine Gabbert, Cam Brate, Andrei Vasilevskiy

Thomas Chabot: Josh Norris, Brady Tkachuk, Tim Stutzle, Mathieu Joseph

Sebastian Aho: Teuvo Teräväinen, Jesperi Kotkaniemi, Seth Jarvis, Antti Raanta, Nino Niederreiter, Jesper Fast, Jani Hakanpaa

7/22/24: Michael Bunting: Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Jake Muzzin, Morgan Reilly, Fred Anderson, Wayne Simmons, Alex Kerfoot, TJ Brodie, Kyle Clifford

7/26/24: Jake Lucchini: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/27/24: Connor McDavid: Leon Draisaitl, Darnell Nurse, Zach Hyman, Evander Kane, Cody Ceci, Evan Bouchard, Vinny Desharnais, Brett KUlak, Connor Brown, Ryan Mcleod, Derek Ryan, Stuart Skinner, Philip Broberg, Warren Foegele, Devin Shore, Kyle Turris, Luke Gazdic, Zack Kassian, Patrick Maroon, Sam Gagner

Carter Verhaeghe: Matthew Tkachuk, Aaron Ekblad, Evan Rodrigues, Stolarz, Ryan Lomberg, Nick Cousins

8/3/24: Travis Sanheim: Travis Konecny, Scott Laughton, Shayne Gostisbehere, Joel Farabee, Morgan Frost, Tyson Foerster, James Van Riemsdyk

Connor Ingram: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Cody Glass: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

8/4/24: David Pastrnak: Taylor Hall, Tukka Rask, Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, Zdeno Chara, Charlie Coyle, Hampus Lindholm, Jeremy Swayman, Linus Ullmark, Torey Krug, David Krecji

8/9/24: Alex Tuch: Shea Theodore, Zemgus Girgensons, Tage Thompson

8/10/24: Tyler Johnson: Yanni Gourde, Ondrej Palat, Mathieu Joseph, Ryan McDonagh, Alex Killorn, Pat Maroon, Reese Johnson, Adam Gaudette

8/17/24: Cale Makar: Gabe Landeskog, Nathan MacKinnon, Erik Johnson, Bo Byram, Darren Helm, Andrew Cogliano, Josh Manson, Kurtis Macdermid

Zachary Sanford: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Mike Amadio: Zach Whitecloud, Ben Hutton, Brett Howden, Nic Hague, Nic Roy

Andrew Copp: JT Compher, Tyson Jost

Ryan Johansen: Colton Sissons, Luke Kunin, Roman Josi, Matt Duchene, Dante Fabbro, Cam Atkinson, Ross Colton, Miles Wood

8/23/24:

Roope Hintz: Tyler Seguin, Esa Lundell, Patrik Laine,

[positivelybeastly]

Hello! I've been a fan of Hank since I was a kid, primarily owing to his portrayal in the 90s cartoon. With the airing of X-Men '97, I've been reminded of how much I love the character and have been looking into his comic appearances; unfortunately, I'm not quite happy with the direction he's been written in recent years (read: X-Force). So, I was wondering if you had any suggestions for older comic runs I could read to get my fill of my favorite bouncing blue Beast?

Hello there, friend! I hope you're well, and perhaps still perusing this blog from time to time? Hard to tell, given the lack of a moniker, but I'll throw this into the Hank McCoy tag, just so you have a better chance of seeing this.

I am currently in the process of writing up a full Beast reading order, but I've only gotten up to 1981 thus far - really do need to get back on that - so I'm going to give you a somewhat less specific, but far more immediate answer to your question! To wit!

X-Men: First Class, by Jeff Parker.

X-Men: Season One, by Dennis Hopeless.

X-Men: Children of the Atom, by Joe Casey.

Amazing Adventures #11-17, by Gerry Conway.

X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #10, by Homs.

Avengers vol. 1 #138-211, by, well, a lot of people.

X-Men: The Dark Phoenix Saga, by Chris Claremont.

Marvel Team-Up #124, by J.M. DeMatteis.

The Defenders/The New Defenders #96-152, by J.M. DeMatteis.

Marvel Heartbreakers, by Jim McCann.

X-Factor vol. 1 #1-70, by Bob Layton (bleuch) and Louise Simonson (yay!).

X-Men Unlimited vol. 1#10 and #14, by Mark Waid and Terry Kavangh.

Marvel Presents #85-92, by Scott Lobdell.

Wonder Man vol. 2 #5 and 6, by Gerard Jones.

Avengers Two: Wonder Man and Beast, by Roger Stern.

New X-Men vol. 1 #114-154, by Grant Morrison.

Astonishing X-Men vol. 3 #1-35, by Joss Whedon and Warren Ellis.

Secret Avengers vol. 1 #13, #16, #20, and #21 by Nick Spencer and Warren Ellis.

Exiles #1-6 vol. 2, by Jeff Parker.

S.W.O.R.D #1-5 vol. 1, by Kieron Gillen.

X-Men: Endangered Species, by Mike Carey.

Wolverine and the X-Men #8 vol. 1, by Jason Aaron.

Amazing X-Men vol. 2 #1-5, by Jason Aaron.

A+X #4, #7, #12 and #15 by Kaare Andrews, Zeb Wells, Christos Gage and Jai Nitz.

Uncanny Avengers vol. 3 #28, by Jim Zub.

Astonishing X-Men vol. 4 #13-17, by Matthew Rosenberg.

Marvel Age #1000, by Rainbow Rowell.

These are, of course, scratching the surface, because Hank is a goddamn cameo king, and you can usually count on him to have some good lines or good characterisation because people actually really enjoy writing him, but these are the ones that come immediately to mind! I hope this helps.

[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 25

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"What the hell were you thinking Lyla?" Paul's exasperated tone was drenched with anger, his face contorted with fury. "How could you? How could you think for one second that you could do this on your own?"

I was perched on the back steps of an ambulance whilst a paramedic tended to my injuries. I could barely bring myself to look at Paul, frightened to meet his eyes in case he saw me for what I really was. I could feel it. Something was changing inside me. All of the lies and deceit had built up, a grimy layer which couldn't be cleansed, and now here I was, a murderer. It couldn't get much worse... could it?

"It was Jason's idea." I fixed my eyes on the pavement as I spoke, looking up when a stretcher was wheeled past bearing his body. A blanket had been draped over him and I was grateful that I couldn't see him. I knew that if I was forced to look upon him again I'd still somehow see the accusation in his dead eyes.

"I don't care who came up with the idea!" Paul snapped. "This isn't the time to be keeping secrets, sneaking around and playing at being the hero. There's a bloody war on!"

I looked up at him then, the reflection of the blue and red lights from the emergency vehicles dancing across his face, highlighting the grief that was etched there.

"I thought it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to risk any more lives..."

"Jason is dead!" He cried, gesturing towards the coroner's van. "This isn't a petty criminal we're dealing with here, or did you forget? McCann has a kill list as long as your arm. He's a professional and he's dangerous! You can't take him on your own!"

"Here's the murder weapon," a female voice sounded out, distracting Paul, and we both looked up to see an agent holding an evidence bag containing my bloodied knife. The knife covered in my prints...

My heart stuttered as I remembered the feel of the blade sinking into Jason's neck with no more resistance than a knife through butter and the horror mixed with fierce satisfaction that I'd felt. But rather than dwelling on the grisly justice that I'd served, my mind started to piece together a story, a version of events that was plausible enough to be believed. My prints might have been on the knife, but Jason's also were... and Van's too.

"I think you need to come to the hospital for us to look at this arm wound," the paramedic said, trying to peel my coat down my arm, but I resisted, pulling away.

"It's nothing, it's only a graze!"

"You might have fragments of bullet in there," the paramedic insisted sternly. "At the very least you'll need stitches."

I went to open my mouth to protest, but Paul cut me off, glowering down at me. "For fuck's sake Lyla! Can you just do as you're told for once in your goddamn life!"

The days that followed Jason's death passed like a whirlwind, meetings and interviews and investigations raged all around me but I felt like I was in the eye of the storm. It was eerily calm here, almost like I was watching everything unfolding impassively. I kept telling myself that it was just a defence mechanism, my mind putting up barriers to protect itself, but I couldn't shake the disquieting feeling that something was happening to me. A metamorphosis of some kind. A transformation into something dark and terrible. Something that I didn't recognise when I looked at my reflection in the mirror that morning.

It was three days after the fateful night, and my disciplinary was scheduled for that afternoon. I'd spent every waking moment going over my statement, fine tuning every little detail, every word that was supposedly said, every tiny action and interaction. I was an actress rehearsing for a pivotal scene in a movie, and with no other witnesses to corroborate or discount my story it was all down to me and my 'performance'.

The idea of appearing in front of the Director of the agency and learning of my punishment filled me with dread, but I was grateful for the distraction. It gave me something to focus on so I wasn't completely consumed by thoughts of Van and the things that he'd said.

It was obvious now that his interest in me went far deeper than simply satisfying some lustful desire. He talked about me like I'd been a part of his life for so long, but how could that be? Our lives had been so different and I couldn't draw clear parallels at any point. There had to be something though... something lying dormant and buried in my past... and maybe it was buried for a reason.

Whatever was playing out now was unequivocally linked to my dad's death, that much was certain. The knowledge of that fact had lit a fuse of ferocious determination in me to uncover the truth no matter what the cost. If Van wasn't going to divulge his secrets then I'd have to take matters into my own hands.

I logged on to my desktop computer, tapping my fingernails on the desk impatiently as I waited for the case file search screen to load. I knew it was hopeless but I did it anyway. I brought up all the investigations that were taking place in the weeks leading up to my dad's death and started going through them, hoping I'd see something that I'd missed before. There must be something that I'd overlooked.

ACCESS DENIED

The words flashed up on the screen, taunting me. Frustration churned like an angry knot in my stomach. The truth had been evading me for as long as I could remember.

Growing up I’d soon found out that my naturally inquisitive nature was a curse rather than a blessing. Asking questions about my dad's death had only made my mother withdraw even further into herself and eventually I’d reluctantly had to stop plaguing her. I tried the agency, but of course they weren't at liberty to discuss details with family members, especially not an impressionable young child. They cooed and fussed around me, laughing and ruffling my hair at this determined 'little detective' who was dead-set on bringing her father's killers to justice. They made sure that me and my mum were well looked after and their answer to curing my dogged curiosity was to pay for me to attend even more therapy sessions.

When I’d finally graduated my training as a fully-fledged agent my eagerness had seen me trying to delve into my dad's death once again, only to be met by a wall of red tape and stories of corrupt files and lost transcripts. Agency members who'd served at the same time as my dad, including Paul himself, regurgitated a story to me of the head of a drug trafficking network which my dad was investigating at the time finally catching up to him for his part in gunning down his brother on an operation.

I didn't doubt that Paul fully believed the story, as with everyone else I’d asked. On the surface it was convincing and credible enough, but I’d never been able to shake the feeling that there was more to it. I’d been there the night of his death after all. I’d been witness to my dad's agitated and fearful state. His usual unflappable bravery crumbling to be replaced by devastation as he re-counted to whoever he was on the phone to that vital information had been leaked, a betrayal of some kind. This was more than a revenge attack. This was an execution of a person who knew too much.

Just like Van had said... this knowledge was death. And it was still killing now 15 years down the line. Far from deterring me though, it spurred me on. Since when had the ultimate risk ever stopped me before?

Two hours later my eyes were beginning to sting from staring at the screen unblinkingly, and my colleagues were starting to rise up from their desks and wander off in the direction of the cafeteria.

"Come on Lyla, you need a break." I heard Jen's voice calling from behind me, and I swivelled my body around to face her. "Why don't you come and grab a sandwich with me?"

"It's okay, I'm not hungry," I lied, and my stomach immediately started growling like it was attempting to show me up.

"Doesn't sound like it!" Jen gave a grin, like she was considering making a joke, but it soon faded when she met my stoney gaze. She sighed then, stepping closer, and I found myself automatically tensing up. "You shouldn't be too hard on yourself you know... about Jason. Don't blame yourself. He knew the risks just as well as you did."

She tailed off, sympathy brimming in her eyes, and what could I say to that? That I wasn’t blaming myself, and that I wasn’t sorry? Because I wasn’t. Not any more.

I’d been so sure that I’d fall apart, but each day that passed the remaining guilt slipped away, like rainfall washing away the dirt of an old day. Van had been right. Jason had deserved everything that he got.

I looked back down at the desk as I spoke, trying for a contrite tone. "Thanks Jen... for believing in me. It means a lot, it really does. But I know this was all my fault. I'll just have to accept whatever punishment I get given."

Jen moved forward to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I don't think you'll be prosecuted, not after everything you've done for the agency. Paul's probably down there in Whitman's office right now, pleading your case!" She laughed softly, trying to coax a smile from me. "You'll probably get a suspension, nothing more."

"We'll see," I replied, turning back to my screen, indicating that the conversation was over.

Jen lingered for a few more moments, then she slowly backed away, leaving me alone.

Charles Whitman had enjoyed a lifelong career at the agency and had been promoted to Director of the agency just before I’d joined and started my training three years ago. All those who worked under him respected him and feared him in equal measures. He was an intimidating figure, and this wasn't all down to his stature. He had the sort of presence which exuded authority.

I arrived for my disciplinary meeting ten minutes early, knowing tardiness would not be tolerated, and I stood outside his office, smoothing my dress down and taking a few deep breaths before I meekly knocked on the door.

"Come in!" The deep voice boomed out, and I took one last lungful of air before I swung the door open and strode inside.

"Lyla," he addressed me, standing up from his desk and extending a hand to me. It was a friendly gesture, but the stern look on his face was anything but.

"Hello Sir," I answered, shaking his hand with as firm a grip as I could manage without it coming across as aggressive.

He gestured towards the seat across the desk from him and I sat, perched on the edge, before I realised that my posture looked nervy so I purposefully tried to relax my body.

Charles looked at me from across the top of his gold framed glasses, pale green eyes sharp and penetrating. Then his gaze dropped down to his desk where a stack of files lay, and I watched anxiously as he started leafing through them. The room was uncomfortably quiet which just added to the tension.

"You have quite the impressive record," he finally said. "In fact I'd go so far as to say impeccable."

"Thank you," I said quietly, not being able to take any satisfaction from his praise because I was sure of what was coming next.

So sure that Charles' next words astounded me.

"Which is the reason why I won't be suspending you, or pressing charges... not at this crucial time in the agency's investigations."

"I... I don't know what to say," I mumbled, stunned. I was so sure that at the very least I’d be suspended without pay or stripped of my badge and shown the door, and at the very worst subjected to some sort of criminal charge for my blatant lies and recklessness.

Charles placed his elbows on the desk and his fingers together almost like he was in prayer. "How about thank you?"

"Yes... yes of course... thank you Sir... I just thought..."

"That's your problem Lyla," he said curtly, cutting me off mid-sentence. "If you spent less time thinking and more time following bloody orders we wouldn't be in this situation right now, would we?"

I opened my mouth to defend myself, then thought better of it, glancing down at my hands which were folded in my lap. I picked at the bandage that I still wore across my wounded palm even though the cut was healing well.

"I hear you picked up a few injuries fighting off McCann," he said as he noticed my fiddling. "How's the arm?"

I instinctively reached up, fingers running over the bandage that I could feel under my sleeve. I’d not lifted the bandage yet to assess the damage, but I knew there'd be scarring once it had healed.

Those small scars will run deeper than the ones on your conscience Lyla.

My mind taunted me, and I realised that I’d not even mentioned Jason, my fallen colleague.

"It's fine, it was nothing really, I was lucky. Not like Jason... poor bastard..." I hoped my expression was sincere, that the twist on my lips could be read as grief and not disgust for the man that I’d killed.

Charles' expression was unreadable as he looked at me for a long moment and my heart started to race. Then he glanced away, looking out the window, not a shred of compassion in his voice as he spoke.

"Yes, that was... unfortunate..."

I watched, taken aback as he rose to his feet and crossed over to the window. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't this. I’d thought that I’d be hauled over the coals for my foolish actions which to anyone else would be seen as leading indirectly to Jason's death. Now here Charles was, brushing off the death of one of his agents like it was of no consequence. And they called Van cold-hearted...

"I've had my eye on you for a while now..."

Charles stood with his back to me, looking out at the city. He spoke slowly, and his words set my already frayed nerves even further on edge.

"Am I in trouble Sir?" I asked uncertainly.

He turned then, swiftly, his back to the window so shadows were cast over his face. "It's come to my attention that you've had quite a few run-ins with McCann... and very close ones at that."

I nodded quickly, not daring to speak, feeling my heart quickening again.

"Most people only cross his path once you know... you're most fortunate."

Charles stepped away from the window and walked behind me, and I was relieved to not have to look at him. I was starting to feel hot and flustered, and I surreptitiously pulled my dress away from my body to cool myself down.

"Some might say I'm actually not very fortunate at all coming up against him so much!" I cracked a weak joke which fell flat, laughing nervously as Charles paced around the office, coming to a stop behind his desk but not sitting down.

His expression looked troubled, his brow suddenly darkened with anger. "It's no laughing matter. He has to be STOPPED!"

His voice boomed out the last word as he slammed his fist down on the desk simultaneously, causing me to jump in my seat. He leaned over the desk towards me, his voice laced with anger.

"I'm raising the threat level. Immediate shoot to kill on any sighting of him. I want him wiped off the face of this planet. The order's going out to all agents today."

I felt my blood run cold at his words, dread rising in my chest, my throat constricting. "But... but I thought you wanted him alive? He must have so much knowledge about the organisation... information about who's running everything. It could be valuable."

Charles shook his head emphatically. "Things have changed. He's gone rogue, cut himself loose from the organisation. And you don't just leave an outfit like that, not by your own choice. We can't predict his next move, he's more dangerous than ever!"

Now I couldn't hide my shock and I tried to rein in my fear to no avail. "What? I don't understand... why would he do that? How do you know all of this?" My voice came out high-pitched and anxious and I couldn't hide it.

Charles pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and he locked eyes with me, then he leaned across the desk as if studying me intently. I was aware that I looked panicked, my cheeks glowing and my heart hammering. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable.

"I have my sources," he said, tight-lipped. "And McCann's going down one way or another. Even his own will be hunting him down now. He's a dead man walking!"

I shot my hand up to my mouth to stifle a whimper that threatened to break free, masking it as a cough. Then I realised that my hand was shaking, so I dropped it quickly back down into my lap. I needed to get out, compose myself, my resolve threatening to come unravelled at the seams, but I couldn't. Charles stood, looking down on me, his expression unfathomable. I had to hold it together.

"Okay..." I began slowly, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "Just tell me what you want me to do... I can help..."

I had to do something... track Van down somehow... warn him...

Charles' unwavering gaze never left mine as he spoke and I tried my best to look like I wasn’t just about to spin out of control.

"You didn't think you were still on this case did you? For heavens sake... no. You're not to go anywhere near it... or McCann. Do you understand?"

"But Sir..."

"I SAID NO LYLA!" The sharpness in his words brought me to a stop mid-sentence and he leant forward over the desk again. "It's quite obvious to me that you're too... involved with this case. It's time for you to step back. I'm assigning you to another investigation. You'll travel down to London the day after tomorrow. I need you on a stake out. Now the London team have lost Scott they need a good agent. In fact I was thinking about having you transferred."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted to grab Charles and shake him. But I couldn't. I just had to sit there whilst he told me how lucky I was to still have a job after my conduct. After a while his voice faded out and I started to drift.

It wasn't ending like this. It couldn't end like this. I wasn’t going to just sit back whilst Van was hunted down like a dog.

I needed him, and he needed me.

[adreamingofguns]

Top 5 old men?

This is sooo hard for me 😂😂 I'm gonna do real old men for this because it's easier 😔

1. Cary Elwes because of course

2. Charles Dance listen. He's peepaw.

3. Everything I find out about Giancarlo Esposito I am more and more delighted about so he's going on the list.

4. Anthony Head, my original old man husband

5. Vincent Price bisexual king

Honorable mentions: Ken Watanabe, Donald Sutherland, Christopher Lee, Paul Newman, Crispin Glover, Peter Cushing, Laurence Fishburne, Jason Isaacs, Rory McCann, Ted Raimi I guess Jemaine Clement 😂😂

[itsparanoiaa]

got bored here you go

[augustconversations]

Opia

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out. 

(Definition found at The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

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Originally written: Idk, but it was a mess

Re-written: March 18th, 2023

The sun finally sets down over the neighborhood. It was that time of year where it’s hot in the day and chilly in the evenings, so it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch with no jacket on. Actually, it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch at all. 

Y/N held her worn down cardigan closer to her body and opened the door. Jason didn’t flinch, but his head did reel in her direction when she sat down next to him. 

When he lingered around like this, it usually got under Y/N’s skin, but tonight she felt…good, for a lack of a better word. It was cold, yes, but it was bearable. And the stars were shimmering. When did they do that? Probably all the time. There hasn’t been anything to worry about lately: bills are paid, family is doing well enough, and her heart is healed. Maybe it was time to start looking up. 

Still, it was a little weird sharing a night with Jason, but there was something nice about hearing the cicadas cheer in spite of. 

“Do you ever…feel…something you can’t quite…” Jason’s voice is raspy. Y/N looks down at the beer he’s holding in his hand. 

Great. He's drinking. 

She preferred him not to drink, but at least it wasn't hard liquor this time. Jason and Vodka equals a one way ticket to never coming to her house again. He knew that, so she only sees him sporting a Corona here and there. Not great, but not bad either. 

He starts over, looking out into the mouth of the night. Nothing much to look at except the tangle of trees in front of him. They look haunted but she has to remember they’re not. It’s too shallow for ghosts or robbers; in fact Ms. Hodgkin's, an old frail woman with slow speech, colorful garden of hydrangeas were prominent behind the forest, if you can call it that.

“Do you ever feel something quite describe?” His gaze shifts over to her. He sits up and places his beer beside his foot and mirrors his elbow to his knees. His hair catches the glow of her porch light and there are two hues of blond. She has the sudden urge to drag her fingers through it, straighten out his waves, but the tension was too much, even if the thought was safe inside of her mind. 

Before she could say anything, Jason starts up again. He wasn’t drunk, but he always got talkative when a dime of alcohol touched his tongue. 

“Like today,” he said, intertwining his fingers. 

Another urge to put her hand in his, to feel their warmth, but it’s too much, too embarrassing, so she zones in on Ms. Hodgkin’s garden and focused on the bunch that was a nice shade of periwinkle. 

“I had this really weird moment when I was driving. I saw this teenage boy. He was waiting at the bus stop, and he looked nervous. Probably a freshman in high school.” A breathy snort rushes out of his nose. Nostalgia lit up his eyes, and remembering, too, Y/N cracked a smile. “And then I started thinking about when I was in high school…” his smile leaves his face and he’s looking at his fingers, eyebrows pinched together. 

“I remember how messed up I was…how dumb I’d been. This urgency falls over me and I had this incredible desire to go back in time and tell my younger self that everything works out. Stop worrying so much, you know? You’re stable” —he looks over at his beer— “enough. You have success, you have a plan, finally you have direction, and everything turns out just fine.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s so strange. It was like the past was a tangible place I could go to that very minute, and younger me was someone that existed outside of myself. Like I could pick up the phone and call him. That stupid feeling was with me that whole thirty minute drive. I couldn’t shake it.” 

“Enouement,” Y/N smiled. 

“What?” Jason looks up from his fingers and stares at her. She switched her gaze on the tiny trio of ants marching in a straight line. 

“Enouement,” she repeated. “It’s when you feel bitter sweetness having seen what the future is like and not being about to go back in time to tell yourself how things work out.” 

“Oh…” Jason picks up his beer and takes a thoughtful swig. “That’s pretty cool there’s a word for it.” He takes another long swig and Y/N resists the temptation to roll her eyes. Then he chuckles, seeming as though he’d long forgotten he was pouring his heart out to her. “The other day, I freaked out that I could hear my heartbeats. Then suddenly I couldn’t hear them at all. Then my breath got caught in my throat. I thought I died for a split second. I had to press my hand to my chest to see if I was still alive. I panicked when I didn’t see the “bright light”.” 

She smiles down at the ants disappearing underneath the wooden staircase. “Rubatosis.” 

He takes a final gulp of his drink and crushes the can in his hand. “Ruba-mi-what?” 

“Rubatosis. It’s the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.” 

Jason slouches back down and sits up on his elbows. His eyebrows are scrunched. “Are you, like, some kind of thesaurus or something?” 

Y/N lets out a snort and studies Jason’s car. It was a nice gray Jeep. Tall and sturdy. A car made exactly for him. “Thesaurus is a book for synonyms. You mean dictionary.” 

“Same thing,” he says. 

“Not really,” she says back. 

“Well, can you share with me any other cool words? I like the way you say them.” 

Y/n could hear the smirk in his voice. Then she looks back at him. He is smirking. She rolls her eyes and returns her gaze back to Jason’s huge car. There was a small gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. The more she stayed quiet, the more the feeling grew. Even the cicadas waited and listened.

“Jason?” Her voice was soft and inviting, like she was holding onto a secret that would bond them in a different way. 

“Yes?” He asks.

They stared at each other. His eyes were the color of rosewood, and they spoke with curiosity. It seemed like he wanted her to say something he’s been waiting to hear. And it felt like that, for a split moment. It felt like she was going to say something she was going to regret a second later. Jason had a way of looking at her that manipulated her thoughts. Maybe she did want to say something, but what? Anything would be fine, but it was quickly becoming all too weird. Him looking at her and patiently waiting for a response made the night thick—even if he only wanted another unique word. 

“Why are you still here?” She asks. 

The glimmer in his eyes became as dull as her porch light. Then the moment is gone as if it never happened. He stands and stretches his tall body decorated in black clothing. Keys jiggled in his pocket. 

“I don’t know,” he says. 

“Wait, you’re going to drive?” she asks, standing with him. “After drinking?” 

He rolls his eyes and Y/N could help but note his long eyelashes. “First you want me to go and now you know whether I should?” 

There’s something in his voice, but if Y/N acknowledged it as annoyance, then she would have to acknowledge why. Acknowledging why would also make her acknowledge there was something brewing between them—at least on her end—and she can’t bear the thought of Jason knowing there is a softness she felt for him.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she says, holding her cardigan taut against her body.

Whatever annoyance he displayed before dropped, and he smiled softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ve only had one beer. I’m not a lightweight. Thanks for worrying about me though.” 

He winks and turns around before he sees the way her foot hid behind the other. 

He starts his car and revs the night awake. Cockiness is on his face and he laughs at her. The jeep makes a U-turn out of the wide, gravel driveway and leaves tire burns in its wake. 

She goes back inside with a sense of vulnerability she couldn’t describe. Whatever she felt, she hated it. It was too much, he was too much, and she vowed to never look Jason McCann directly in his eyes like that ever again. 

[tealeavesandthorns]

//Okay but the newer Clash of The Titans..... I always thought like oh that's just got Liam Neeson in it.....

but nope....

There's Rory McCann (p.sure he won't last long bless his gigantic soul), Mads Mikkelsen tearing shit up with a sword, there's Ralph Fiennes as Hades, there's Jason Flemyng as some fucked up Phantom of the Opera style dude, Gemma Arteton looking fine as always....

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Got any book recs? Not a specific genre or anything, just some of your favorites.

Most of these are YA and middle grade fiction. I probably suffer from nostalgia and recency bias in some cases.

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In no particular order:

The Assassination of Brangwain Spurge by Eugene Yelchin and M.T. Anderson

The Someday Birds by Sally J. Pla

Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo

The Penderwicks series Jeanne Birdsall

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan

The Miscalculations of Lightning Girl by Stacy McAnulty

The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer

A Tale of Magic prequels by Chris Colfer

Dead Wednesday by Jerry Spinelli

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict by Trenton Lee Stewart

The Glittering Court by Richelle Mead

The Line Tender by Kate Allen

The Siren by Kiera Cass

Divergent series by Veronica Roth

Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds

A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Valkyrie by Kate O'Hearn

Texting the Underworld by Ellen Booraem

The Thousandth Floor by Katharine McGee

Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel by Megan Morrison

The Princess Tales series by Gail Carson Levine

The Thirteenth Goldfish duology by Jennifer L. Holm

The Thing About Jellyfish by Ali Benjamin

The Don Tillman trilogy by Graeme Simsion

The World Ends in April by Stacy McAnulty

The Next-Great Paulie Fink by Ali Benjamin

Counting by 7’s by Holly Goldberg Sloan

A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass

Any classic fairy tales

Anything written by Roald Dahl

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

How to Stop Time by Matt Haig

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann

The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Main Street by Sinclair Lewis

Quiet by Susan Cain

[ofdamnation]

muse(s) : jason mccann , 28 , heterosexual plot : drug   dealer   x   their   best   customer   who's   broke   but   offers   'favours'   as   payment / honestly   a   messy   ass   black   mail   plot remix!possible connections : f / nb

' what the fuck are you doin' here ? you need to leave , right now . ' / @everseens liked for a starter!