#Sean landers

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by Sean Landers

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Intervention

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Fictober 2024_Prompt 21: “We’ve done worse.”

Summary: A little ficlet that takes place during “Billy” (S3:E6) featuring my OCs.

Author’s note: I’ve had this idea pitching back and forth in my head for awhile now, and I’ve even written a draft or two. Still, I never knew how to finish it; this prompt gave me the idea. Featuring my two favorite original characters, Annabelle and Sean. For those who haven’t seen the episode, Wes, Gunn, and any other man who comes into contact with a man named Billy are infected. They become cruel, and seek to brutalize any woman in their path.

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“You.” He said it with a sneer, like she was an inconvenience, a nuisance.

“Me.” Annabelle eyed the ex-Watcher carefully, stepping fully into the hallway to block his path, and separate him from Fred. Just for a few minutes, just to give her time, Annabelle thought.

The Wesley in front of her was not the Wesley she knew, and it certainly wasn’t the man she had fallen in love with, and tragically been forced to leave at the altar. This Wesley was arrogant, snide, hateful, and cruel. This Wesley would say terrible things her Wesley would never dare utter.

This Wesley was the one she had been looking for.

There was a rage pulsating through him now, and Annabelle knew she’d have to be careful not to hurt him. “You’re in the way,” he announced, his voice low and cold as he began walking towards her.

“I get that a lot,” she said, shrugging, bracing herself for his coming onslaught.

“You should run.” Closer now, more menacing.

“Here we go,” Annabelle whispered to herself, moving into a defensive position. Wesley was a better fighter than he realized – stronger, too. Despite what she was here to do, Annabelle didn’t want to hurt him, but she also wasn’t willing to let him hurt her. She knew this man had no compassion, no moral ground, and after what she’d done to him… well, that was just fuel to his fire.

Dodging his attacks at first were simple, but eventually she was forced to push him back. She landed a solid kick to his stomach, but even she knew the right amount of force wasn’t behind it. She’d hurt Wesley enough, and even in his current state she was struggling.

Fred. Do it for Fred. Buy her the time.

There was no familiarity in Wesley’s eyes when he looked up at her from the spot where he was kneeling on the floor. No love, just hate. “Stay down, Wes,” she warned, and he smirked.

“You think you can tell me what to do? After what you did?” Annabelle took a sobering breath. This isn’t him, this isn’t him. “You spun me along, made me want you, made me need you, made me WAIT!” He shouted the last word, and she couldn’t help but wince. He rose to his feet, cocking his head to the side as he eyed her. “You’re nothing but a worthless tease desperate to be the center of my attention.” He smirked. “That’s why you keep coming back. That’s why you’re here now. That,” he took a step towards her, “is why you’re standing between me and her.” Her. He couldn’t say her name either. A slow smile slid over his handsome features, but it was anything but sincere. “I guess I’ll just have to kill you both.”

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Sean watched Fred leave Wesley’s apartment, heard him start to cry. He hated it for Wes; he was a good man. Sean had been thrilled when Annabelle told him Wesley had proposed. Now, he grimaced at the thought. If he could’ve had his way, Annabelle and Wesley would be married now, happy and peaceful. But some things you can’t control; better to focus on what you can.

Sean pushed off the wall, rounding the corner once he was sure Fred was gone, and knocked on Wesley’s apartment door. “It’s me, Wes,” he called before adding, “I’m alone.��

Sean had never seen Wesley look so distraught – even on his wedding day – and Sean couldn’t fault him for it. Wesley had been a victim and an abuser all in one night, and living with the ramifications would be difficult. Sean knew Wesley would eventually move past it – what other choice did he have? - but it would always be a night he hated, and something he regretted.

That’s why he’d asked Annabelle and Sean to intervene if they ever had the opportunity. That’s why Annabelle had been so adamant about going in alone last night. That’s why she was in her current condition.

Sean should’ve been inside the hotel with Annabelle that night, but he knew the risk of infection. Annabelle agreed it would be better for him to play lookout, and let her know when things started falling apart. She’d been in the building the moment Angel left, staking out the area, and choosing the perfect spot to wait.

A spot Fred wouldn’t notice. A spot where she could easily intercept Wesley, or even Gunn, if needed.

“She’s not here, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Sean assured him as Wesley cast a glance to the empty hallway. They both knew he was talking about Annabelle. Wesley held open the door for Sean to enter, and closed it softly behind him.

“What’re you doing here, Sean?” He asked softly, averting his eyes as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“Came to say good-bye. Thought you could use a friendly ear before I left.” Sean rocked back on his heels, thrusting his hands into his jean pockets. He’d always liked Wesley; too bad their relationship was strained because of forces neither could control.

“I’m fine, thank you. Please thank Annabelle for her assistance that evening. I…,” he paused, voice cracking. “I was not myself.”

Sean arched a brow. “You’re not even going to ask what she was doing there?”

Wesley raised his eyes, and despite all the pain Sean could see a hard glimmer of defiance. “No,” he replied firmly.

Sean chewed his lip for a moment, nodding slowly. The temptation to tell Wesley the truth – the whole truth – was overwhelming, but he would restrain himself. “You’re a good man, Wes. I hope you know that.” Wesley averted his eyes once more, shaking his head briefly.

“I’m not so sure anymore.” His voice was soft, quiet, and so, so sad. Sean couldn’t leave him like this. He stepped forward, placing a strong hand on one of Wesley’s shoulders, and maneuvered his head so he could look him in the eye.

“You’re a victim in all this, Wes. Just like Fred. I know what this kind of monster looks like, and you…,” he shook his head. “You’re not one of them. You need to know that.”

Wesley clenched his jaw, nodding, although he didn’t look fully convinced. “Did I hurt her?” He whispered, and Sean could tell he was trying not to cry.

Sean bit his lip, and lied. “No. No, she’s just fine, Wes. You don’t have to worry about her.”

The lie, in the end, seemed to be justifiable. Wesley’s eyes lightened just a touch; his face shifted a tiny bit as if the guilt he was bearing was suddenly a bit lighter. “Thank you, Sean.”

The blonde nodded. “I’ll see myself out. Take care of yourself, Wes.”

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Annabelle arched her back, pushing off the building she was leaning against, and easily fell into step with Sean as he rounded the corner. “How’d it go?” She asked, her hands thrust deep into the bomber jacket’s pockets.

Sean shrugged. “As well as could be expected, I suppose.” He cast his eyes over to her, taking in the dark shade of a bruise on her left cheek. “How’re your knuckles?” He asked, turning his eyes back to the path in front of them.

“Busted,” she replied.

“Cheek?”

“Sore.”

“Ego?”

She stopped walking, and turned to look at him. “After what I did,” she began.

“Forced to do,” he corrected, and she rolled her eyes.

“I still did it, Sean. He can call me whatever he likes if it makes him feel better.”

“He asked after you,” Sean replied, and she snorted.

“Liar.”

“He did. He was worried he’d hurt you.”

Annabelle clenched her jaw, and looked away for a moment. “And you said?”

“I lied.” He gave her a small smile, and she returned it.

“Well,” she said, “We’ve done worse.”

[longlistshort]

Closing on 4/15/23 is Sean Landers’ exhibition Adrift at Petzel Gallery in NYC.

From the gallery’s press release-

Featuring over twenty new oil paintings by Landers, this largely allegorical exhibition illustrates the complexity of artistic mortality using four protagonists: dogs—depicted in single portraits and alone in rowboats unmoored at sea; lighthouses; the ocean; and sperm whale skeletons at rest on ocean shorelines. Each subject represents the dichotomy of freedom and trepidation involved in the act of releasing art to an unknown fate. “…a bit of the artist remains in their paintings, so in that way, a painting is like an artist adrift in time and space,” says Landers in an interview with writer Johanna Fateman for the exhibition catalogue.

A cornerstone of inspiration for Adrift is Landers’ long-term interest in the work of American painter Winslow Homer (b. 1836—d. 1920) and in particular Homer’s ocean paintings. The vast and unpredictable ocean marks time and space, a preeminent symbol used throughout the years in Landers’ paintings and art history. Homer’s style is emulated by Landers in paintings throughout the exhibition including Northeaster, Summer Squall, and Yellow Dog.

Each of these subjects can be seen as a character existing within the vicissitudes of artistic practice. The dogs, at attention and alone in their boats, symbolize the vulnerability of art against an unknown future. These works also parallel Joachim Patinir’s (b. 1483—d. 1524) painting Charon crossing the Styx in which a human soul is being transported by boat into afterlife. Landers sees this as symbolic for what a painting is—a vessel for the artist into afterlife.

Two lighthouses, Portland Lighthouse, US and Sunderland Lighthouse, UK, are both welcoming and warning beacons, allegories for institutions that signal to the public what art is worth preserving. This ruling system will determine the dogs’ fate as they head into the unknown of art history. The bare whale bones, epic in their repose on the sandy shore echo the finality in the lifespan of an artwork. Such relics are epitaphs and beginnings, a sentiment imparted in We Hover, where Landers’ text painted over a fierce ocean reads: And then we hover in between existence and nonexistence in our paintings and that is both terrifying and reassuring. For Landers, Adrift is the everlasting reminder that the artist, like Patinir’s soul, is forever navigating the here and hereafter.

For added perspective on the symbolism, this is from Landers’ Instagram account–

“The ocean represents time and space. The dog adrift in the boat is like an artwork adrift in time and space after the artist passes. The lighthouse is the institution that decides which art civilization will preserve. The whale skeleton is the fear of a life’s work gone unloved and allowed to die.”

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#repost @seanland81 Sean Landers (New York City, USA, b. Palmer, Massachusetts, USA, 1962-). First work is Yellow Dog, 2022, oil on linen, 46 x 60 inches. Currently displayed as part of the Adrift exhibit at the Petzel Gallery, New York City @petzelgallery . I am a fan of the canine representation in this work, as well as the expression of the widespread feeling of being personally or professionally adrift.

[oldsardens]

Sean Landers - Figure

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Detail of [sic], Sean Landers, 1993

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Sean Landers

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Sean Landers

Sean Landers - Extinction, 2022

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I will always personally like Hailey more than Drew

For me personally, I find that the character who's a victim of bullying is much more loveable to me than the bully is. Because we all have to admit, that despite headcanons, despite the fact Drew brought up some good points in the Drakeup, Drew is still a bully, and he has been since middle school. He's not an innocent angel, and he simply just decided to drop Jake once Jake became fully himself. Drew's judgemental and genuinely not a good person, and I think some people forget that. Of course, liking an antagonist or a character who's not a good person is completely okay!! The issue is when you try to justify the antagonists bad behaviour, and oh man, have I seen people do that with Drew. I don't care if he has family issues, is insecure, has mental health issues, or anything like that (in this context, obviously I would still feel bad for him if he was facing such struggles), it doesn't justify his behaviour. The bottom line is, bullying isn't okay in any context (unless it's like a p3do or smth... in that case go crazy!!)

And there's more to me loving Hailey than the fact she's a bullying victim. Contrary to popular opinion, but I love how Hailey is so sensitive. I know people say she has "y/n moments" and that she's overdramatic, but honestly, there's nothing wrong with being sensitive. Sensitive people always try their best to be kind, despite how exhausting life is, being the way they are. Being hyper-sensitive is like walking around without your skin on, and the littlest thing can hurt you on a big scale. So hypersensitive people will try their best to make sure other people don't feel as awful as they often do. Also, Hailey always makes amends in situations where she did something wrong, or situations where someone needs to be forgiven (unlike Drew). Not saying everyone has to forgive everything, but she's very mature in that sense. The day after arguing with Drew, after she was provoked and repeatedly bothered and lashed out as a result of it, she apologized to Jake for getting angry. What apology was offered by the Dromies for barging in and provoking Hailey? None. And in episode 10, Hailey was genuinely considering talking to him about what he'd said, because she didn't think he actually believed what he'd said. But then Zander (oh, so cynical and traumatized, I love him) convinced her to think otherwise. However, she still clearly wanted to make amends with Jake. And when she did, she said she didn't regret letting Jake into the club, and that she forgave him. SLAYYY SLAYYYYYY!! Also wanna add I see people acting like bullies when talking about Hailey. I get not everyone is snowflake like me but come on guys... did you miss the plot of the show?

Overall this is just an anti-bullying, pro-Hailey post. Thank you for reading :3!!

[alphamecha-mkii]

For All Mankind: Season 4 - The Hopper Concept Art by Sean Hargreaves

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 7. "Skiing/Snowboarding"

Fandom: The Music Freaks

Word Count: 1,225

Summary: Snowboards, skis, sleds. and a buncha teens. Chaos ensuses

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“This is NOT a good idea! Someone will die-” 

“-of fun !” 

“No- Wait! Luke- No- Stop!”

He did not, in fact, stop. And instead, Luke pushed the sled down the hill, grabbed onto the rope that was attached to the back of it, and held on for dear life as Zander rode the sled and he slid down right behind him on his snowboard. 

Luke cheered with delight at the rush. Zander… Not so much.

“LUKE-!” -then there was continuous screaming for the 45 seconds it took to reach the bottom of the hill. 

When they did reach the bottom, Luke fell into the snow and laughed, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, his body buzzing from the adrenaline. He sat up, face flushed, and cheeks hurting from smiling. Zander looked at him in pure terror, 

“That was traumatic.” 

Luke rolled his eyes. “No, that’s called ‘having fun’ . Ever heard of it?” He grinned innocently. Zander scowled at him. “I will get you back for this, y’know. Just you watch.” 

Luke laughed and unclipped his boots from his board, he stood up, brushing off some snow. He leaned down and kissed Zander on the cheek, “Sure you will.” he smiled, before running back to the ski-lift to go back up the hill. 

Zander watched from a distance, already crafting his master plan. 

~

“Hey Sean!” 

“Yeah?”

“Wanna race~”

He blinked once, before grinning smugly. “Oh, It is so on.”

“On your marks… Get set… Go !” Jake shouted. 

Milly ran from where she stood, and jumped onto her mattress at the same time as Sean kicked himself forward on his snowboard. 

They shot off. Milly cackled in a high pitched voice as she lay on her stomach, sliding down on her mattress faster than she could blink. Though Sean wasn’t easily beat. He lowered his knees and sped up. 

They were neck and neck, going down fast and dangerously close. Just as they were about to hit the last hill, Milly’s mattress sled off the side of a ramp, derailing her course. She screamed as she went crashing straight into Sean. 

The two ended up rolling down the rest of the way. And crashed into a soft pile of snow at the bottom of the hill.

When they got out, they collapsed on the snow, panting heavily as they watched the clouds, laying opposite each other. 

“Are you alive?” Sean asked, between heavy breaths. “Yeah… You?”

“Barely.” 

They laughed. 

“My board went somewhere.” Sean realized.

“Shit, i think my mattress actually sled away from me-” Milly commented. She groaned loudly. 

“We should probably go find those, right?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“I totally won that race by the way.” Sean remarked. 

They laughed loudly against each other.

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“Okay, Jake. This is easy! You’ve gotten far on the small hills, now just try it on this one.”

Jake, was not exactly eager to please. 

“Are you kidding?! Did you not see the way Sean and Milly just crashed?! What if that happens to me?!”

Hailey shook her head. “The track is basically empty. And, the only reason they crashed is because they’re idiots and were going too close to each other.” 

Jake looked down at the sloping hill, and gulped. “You- You’ll be right behind me, though. Right?” He turned, uncertainty evident on every inch of his face. 

Hailey’s expression softened and she held out a thumbs up. 

Jake breathed out slowly. 

“Okay.”

“Alright! So for the first part, you want to keep your knees bent, it’ll help with your balance. Then, when you get near the bottom, you turn your legs inwards just like before, to slow down- Yes! Just like that! So then-”

They were interrupted by a loud thud, and zander dropped his sled on the snow and fell back on it. He looked up to acknowledge their existence. “What are you two doing?” 

“Getting Jake to go down the blue track.” 

“Push him.”

Jake looked alarmed at the suggestion. “NO! Do NOT push him!”

Zander smiled, and leaned back on his sled. 

Hailey rolled her eyes at him, but turned her attention back towards Jake. “C’mon Jake, you got this! I believe in you.”

He took a deep breath, and looked ahead. He used his ski pole to push himself forward, slowly, until eventually, gravity took a hold of him, and he started going down on his own. 

He sped up quickly- What was it that Hailey said?! Right! Bend the knees. Keep your balance. Turn your feet. 

But the thing that she had forgotten to mention. Was what to do in case of a ramp. And he was heading straight for one.

He turned frantic. He tried turning his feet inwards like Hailey had taught him, to slow down. But he was already going too fast. And It was already too late. 

He flew off the ramp, It would have felt exhilarating if he weren’t busy panicking over the landing. He felt his body fly through the air, he felt- Light.

Then he descended, and his skis hit the snow, and-

He didn’t die.

He didn’t die?!

He didn’t die!

Somehow, throughout his flight, despite his frantic thoughts, he’d managed to bend his knees when he landed. He literally landed the jump off the ramp!

When he got to the bottom, he didn't try to stop, and instead, let his skis skid to a halt on the snow. And when they did. He fell to his knees, his skis still hooke. He threw his hands in the air and cheered. 

Pretty soon, Hailey was down right next to him, and she congratulated him greatly. 

“See! I knew you had it in you.”

He laughed. “Hah! No you didn’t! You nearly killed me!”

“What-?”

“I have no idea-”

He laughed again, and so did she.

~

Almost everyone sat around the fire, roasting marshmallows in the flames. 

Milly frantically shook her skewer as her marshmallow had caught fire, and ended up dropping it in the fire anyway. She pouted and Hailey laughed as she handed her another one. 

Luke came up to them, looking around confusedly. “Hey, Guys… Have any of you seen my snowboard?”

No one said anything. No one needed to. 

Zander bit loudly into his s’more, and looked up at Luke, who was staring right at him. 

“Whaf?” He asked, through his mouthful of s’more.

Luke knelt down next to him. “Zander. Sweetie. Light of my life… What did you do to my snowboard?” He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

Ander shrugged innocently, but the smile on his face said anything but. 

“Oh, Y’know, just, wanted to see if it lived up to the name.”

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry. It’s still in one piece.”

Luke let out a sigh of relief. Didn’t really last long.

“...Except that, that piece is under deep, deep, deep, snow.” he says, Calmly, as he pointed to the pile of snow that Milly and Sean had crashed into earlier.

Luke fell to his knees, put his head in his head and groaned. He grumbled loudly over his hands. “I will absolutely get you back for this!”

Zander gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled. “Sure you will.” And he bit into his s’more.

Everyone burst out laughing. Lovely day in the mountains. Lovely day indeed.

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Thank You for reading! (COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!!!)

~ Remzy

[summersnow82]

Whoooo! This year, y’all. When they say tragedy comes in threes you better believe it. Some was expected, others were a complete shock. Please bear with me; this has been a difficult time.

Our last ordeal could’ve been much, much worse. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I’m praising God for His graciousness during this hard season. Listen to those red flags, y’all. It can mean the difference between a hospital stay and a funeral. Hug your loved ones. Life is too short.

I will be back with fic updates, but here’s an idea of my story priorities. Love y’all. Take care of yourself.

Fic Updates:

Scent of Roses: Pending. Updates in progress.

Somethin' Bad: Pending. Updates in progress.

That Familiar Feeling: Pending. Updates in progress.

Sins of the Past: Hiatus

Late Night Conversations: Hiatus. Pending a second part.

[cringelordofchaos]

who else wants daisy and drew interactions. just me. ok

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For anybody who really hates the character of Stacy, my friend has created “I Hate Stacy Day”. Basically it’s a day where you can show off how much you hate Stacy!

“I Hate Stacy Day” is tomorrow, aka on Stacy’s official birthday. Have fun!

(Btw: I’m okay with Stacy, I think that she might be a good character in season two! Me and my friend created this for fun and partially as a joke, since I absolutely hated Stacy when we made it up.)

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Dazed & Confused Magazine May 2010 - Tom Lander - Photographed by Sean & Seng