#a mention of copley

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Lonely!fem!reader x Lonely!Remus Lupin

CW: Swearing, a little bit of mean!Remus but not to reader, mentions of The Prank.

This is just soft, lonely people making friends with each other. If it gets 20 Notes I'll make it a series, not the next post, but the one after will hopefully be a 'She's a drug' part 2. Hopefully being the key word.

Anyway! Enjoy :)

Edit: Made a soundtrack :D

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Remus has no where else to go.

The room of requirement is the only place he can think of that the others wouldn't bother him. He's hurt, and he has every right to be, so why was it bothering him so much? Sirius tried to make a monster out of him, Sirius tried to use him like some pawn in a game of chess, and then he labeled it a prank and called it a day, expecting Remus to forgive him. Remus feels like he has no one left. It's been two days and Peter has forgiven Sirius, and he can see James starting to miss his brother.

The door appears and Remus walks into the room, the door vanishing the second Remus' hand leaves the bronze knob. The familiar secret library smells more like home than the dorm has the past few days, but the sound of the piano in the back of the room has him on edge. Who else could be thinking the exact thought as him?

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

He peers around the last bookshelf by the familiar grand piano and freezes, you sit there, playing so beautifully, and looking so sad. Your fingers seemingly float over the keys as you sing softly under your breath, he can barely recognize the song. To The Bone, by Sammy Copley. A song he's never particularly enjoyed, but hearing it so quietly compared to how Sirius plays the record, the loudest his record player can go, he doesn't mind it all that much. Though it's still far from being a favorite.

You finish the song and prepare yourself to play again before pausing, "you can sit down, you know, I don't bite" you murmur, and for a moment, he's surprised at just how sweet you sound.

He sits down in the window seat, grabbing his copy of 'The son of the wolf' by Jack London. Your eyes follow his movements before turning back to the black and white keys in front of you and beginning to play again, singing the only song you know by heart just a little louder than before, ignoring the way Remus Lupins eyes watch you instead of his book. After playing twice more, he seems to find the courage to ask the question that has been on the tip of his tongue for the last eight minutes. "Why are you only playing that song?" your fingers start up again, playing the same song as you think.

"It's the one I know best, I've played this song enough to be able to claim I know it like the back of my hand"

"What are you doing in this specific requirement room?"

"I'm lonely"

"How are you talking and playing at the same time?"

"I know this song like the back of my hand"

"Why are you lonely?"

You laugh softly, a gentle smile on your lips as he asks question after question. "Why are you?"

Remus Lupin pauses, thinking for a moment. He knows who you are, he has Alchemy with you every Thursday fourth period. And he saw you signing up for the same professor course he did last week at Hogsmeade, offering to teach music to the younger kids on your weekends. He teaches literature to kids just one year above your student group. It's a fun program, he likes teaching. He knows he wants to be a professor when he graduates, preferably one of the muggle studies professors. Historic literature is his favorite muggle studies class, it always has been.

"My friends aren't good people sometimes" He admits, picking at the sleeve of his favorite sweater. There's a small hole, right where he chews on the sleeve, he notices. "But I asked you first" your fingers dance over the keys as easily as if they were toying with a pencil.

"I don't know why I'm lonely, I think I just am" you admit, sadness twisting slightly in your heart. The room provides you a simple cinnamon roll, extra icing. Remus feels guilt prickle down his spine, and the room provides him with a beat up copy of Alice In Wonderland. You smile at it as he flushes red.

He's seventeen years old, for Merlin's sake!

He pushes the book away as you finish your song again, the more you play, the less he minds it. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was beginning to enjoy it.

"Maybe I'm lonely because I don't make friends easily" you continue, and it has him sitting up in his seat properly, legs crossed and using his finger as a bookmark. "All the friends I do have never write to me over holidays unless I write them first, and I'm always having to walk behind them unless I want to walk on the grass. I'm not a very good judge of character, so I stick with whoever has the mind to accept me; I tag along when I'm invited, and I hope they have a good time when I'm not" you shrug, pulling the cinnamon roll apart, piece by piece, eating the small chunks of sweet bread as you pull it to bits. Icing coats your fingers, but you don't mind, and it makes Remus smile.

"I could be your friend" he offers.

"Why?"

"Well, you're lonely, I'm lonely, why can't we be lonely together?"

You turn back to the piano, your brothers voice ringing in your ears.

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥? 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.

"I like green, it's my favorite colour" Remus states, and for a moment, you're confused.

"What's yours?" he wonders, you hesitate. "I can never choose between brown, and Y/F/C" you wait for the judgement, for the laughter, for the familiar comment 'brown? like shit?'.

It never comes.

"I like brown but I wouldn't say it's a favourite" you stare at him for a long moment before a smile tugs at the corners of your lips and you can't help but smile as you look down at the half finished cinnamon roll in front of you, your hair falling to hide your face as you untuck it from behind your ear. A part of you wants to accept his offer of being friends, but another part calls it a temporary situation. He seems mad at his other friends, the other three boys that make up the marauders. Of course he'd be looking to spend some time with anyone else.

"y'know, I really don't like To The Bone, but you play it differently. It's nice your way. I prefer it" warmth spreads through your chest, the only compliments you ever got on your musical talents were from the kids you teach, but they're amazed by everything at their age. It's nice to be complimented by a peer, of course, you'd probably get more compliments if you bothered to play in front of people, other than twenty-four nine-year-olds.

"Thank you, is there a different song you like that I might know?"

He thinks for a moment before, seemingly nervous, he requests a song.

"Do you know 'Here comes the sun'?"

Instead of answering, you wipe your fingers on the small brown napkin that came with the cinnamon roll and begin playing. Singing quietly along. Sadly, you can't play Here Comes The Sun without singing it, otherwise you constantly lose your place and have to start again. A common issue for you. Thankfully, Remus doesn't seem to mind as he leans back against the window, watching you play.

It's definitely not the exact song, and it's certainly not as upbeat, but Remus finds himself enjoying that about your music. It's soft, almost like if hot chocolate on a snowy day was a genre.

He can't quite explain why, but he feels the need to watch you as you play.

He's always thought of you as pretty, your Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes, and the few freckles that dot over your nose and cheeks. One, higher than the rest, sits high on your cheekbone, not far from your eye.

He's even occasionally considered approaching you, but you always seemed to slip away from your shared classes unnoticed. And you almost never eat in the great hall, choosing to wander around as you eat instead.

He allows himself to admire the way the golden sunlight shines in fractured streaks of soft yellow over you and the piano, the light making the highlighter on your nose a bit more noticeable.

He likes your style, beat up pink converse and your uniform, little things added and taken away to make it more.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶, he supposes.

Your blue skirt is supposed to have silver plaid squares, but you've charmed it to stick to a simple plaid pattern of different shades of blue, your grey sweater isn't a school one, and he can see the way some of your hair sits underneath the fabric, like you hadn't bothered to pull your hair out of the sweater after putting it on; and you have a bracelet on, made out of brown, yellow, and white embroidery thread.

"I think dinner is starting soon" Remus announces. You press a wrong key and wince, frowning.

"Okay"

"Do you want to head down now?"

"I don't know"

"Okay"

It's silent for a moment before you stand up. "You mean it? You really want to be my friend?" he nods, gathering his things slowly as you return a book from your bag to a nearby shelf. "I do, why?" he asks. Did you think he was lying before? The thought makes his heart hurt a little. "No reason, do you want to sit with me for dinner?" You wait for his answer, but you don't get one. You turn to face him, and he's smiling at you sweetly, offering his hand.

You quickly pull your bag over your shoulder before hesitantly accepting his hand, he leads you out of the room and rolls his eyes at the sight of Sirius Black leaning against the wall, holding a folded piece of parchment and toying nervously with the corners. Sirius falls into step with the two of you, sending you a questioning glance before turning to Remus. "Moony, I know I fucked up bad, but-" Remus swaps hands with you, pulling you away from Sirius as he cuts the boy off. "But nothing, Sirius. I'm hanging out with a friend so if you don't mind, could you fuck off? Thanks." Remus snaps, and you raise an eyebrow as guilt flashes in his eyes and Sirius stops abruptly, watching the two of you walk away.

"Sorry, Y/N" you shrug, entirely unbothered.

"It's fine, if you're mad at him, I won't question you. I trust you have good judgement" you assure him.

He laughs and smiles at you teasingly. "You just complemented yourself y'know, so confidently, too" your face burns as you realize what he means. "Oh."

"Don't worry, I think I have good judgement too" he bumps your shoulder with his arm gently. "Yeah, makes up for how freakishly tall you are" you murmur jokingly, and he laughs.

You both slip into a seat at the Ravenclaw table as the rest of the marauders watch from the Gryffindor table, all missing their friend as guilt stings at them.

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[knitpurlgoal]

I cast on this hat maybe 2 hours before I left for the airport? My brother’s partner mentioned she was the only one who didn’t have a yellow beanie so this will be for her. Here’s the progress so far:

Waiting to see if my flight would get bumped… yarn is Fool’s Gold from Hedgehog yarn? Fiber arts?

The first flight was about two hours and I had about an hour (?) long layover in Seattle

Celebrating my arrival in Boston with some Dunkin’. We flew through the night but I had a hard time sleeping so I got quite a bit done

My feet do this weird thing where I take a step and then another step and suddenly I’m at a library! (This is in the courtyard of Central Library in Copley Square. It’s amazing and I’m cancelling all my plans to explore every inch)

[apoptoses]

Anon was so very right, but Daniel is not the only human pet being fed a seafood heavy diet, as you mentioned earlier. How do we know Marius wasn't also crazy about his little Amadeo with his sweet and fishy aroma from the rich diet he was feeding him 🥹�� how would he smell when he jumped into his masters arms after a day running around and playing in the sun, feasting on fruit and seafood 🫐🐟👃shrimp sweats run in the family

uncivil lmao

this is killing me because @monstersinthecosmos has made so many good comparisons to how a vampire and their mortal pet is sorta like a human with their pet cat. and so my brain immediately jumps to feeding amadeo a rich diet the same way you try to feed your cats lots of tuna to keep them fit and shiny.

so you're NOT WRONG but as someone who can't even walk into a red lobster because i hate the smell that much, the fact that this is what i've wrought on my own blog today has me rolling lmao

but like at it's core, absolutely, the feederism runs in the family!!! you just know that when he recruited all of those new chefs marius had amadeo sampling the new foods until he was a little unwell feeling 🥹 too full, needing his belly rubbed and a digestion nap!! the copley incident did not happen in a vaccuum, that's gotta be a repeat of another era!!! feeding their pets but also tormenting them and then enjoying the struggle of the mortal body to process it all 10/10 vampire behavior.

[desertfangs]

I was trying to find the scene anon mentioned (and I did!) but I got too caught up and decided to to a little "Daniel being a little shit on the plane" compilation:

"You're dying", Armand said softly.

"And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, etcetera."

2. There is almost nothing left the word that you enjoy.

"Except talking to you now and then. It's so easy to hear everything you say."

3. If you were never to see me again, that would only make things worse. If you go on as you are, you won't live another five days.

Unbearable thought, actually. But if that's so, then why have I been running away?

4. "I'm dying. They're dying. They got to be immortal before it happened; I am merely alive. See? I remember. I would like to have the bourbon now."

There is nothing I can do to make you want to live, isn't that so?

"Not that again. I will jump out of the plane if you go on".

5. "How can I help it? I can't get away from your voice when you want me to listen. It's like a tiny microphone inside my head. What is this? Tears? You're going to weep over me?"

6. "I work with limited equipment. The cells in my body are subject to deterioration, to a process called aging and--"

7. "For all that's happened, Lestat is to blame".

"A real devil among devils", Daniel laughed softly.

With a subtle nod, Armand acknowledged the little jest. He even smiled.

Daniel really said "I'll die tonight but not before one last stand up banger" 💣 And it just hit me how much they laugh during that whole scene. Even as they "get" to the Villa, and as weary and uncertain as Armand feels, they're both laughing so much. They never stop being playful and sweet with each other, even during Daniel's death/rebirth. I love them your honor 😭

Anon, thank you for doing the lord's work! (Speaking very metaphorically of course!) I need to save this post to look at when I get sad.

That's the thing with Devil's Minion though - Armand is described as being playful and laughing a lot in there. Daniel describes him as curious and whimsical and captivated by mundane things, but also as someone who laughs easily and whose laughter he adores.

They have philosophical conversations but it's Armand's laughter that really gets Daniel in the scene at the Copley: "Armand had been so delighted, laughing and laughing like a schoolboy as he sat watching, with folded arms. It was the first time Daniel had ever heard that soft, silky laughter. So seductive. He got drunk as fast as he could."

I think that right there was the moment when Daniel realized he was in deep and I believe from that moment on, making Armand laugh becomes one of Daniel's favorite things in the world. Even when he's dying. Honestly, I think Daniel would have been okay knowing the last sound he would ever hear would be Armand's laughter. (Luckily it did not come to that!)

I also love them so much 😭😭 Thank you for the list, anon! This is so great!

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #61: The Old Guard, but make it Stargate

One of the very few things I dislike about the 2020 TOG movie is how little forethought the escape from Merrick's headquarters appears to show. We see dozens of samples taken... and as far as I can tell, all those samples and the doctor who took them survived the firefight. And if her results were being pushed to the cloud? That's one big problem left unresolved. Not to mention a firefight in the middle of London's business district - inside a business that does dealings with the US military at that - is bound to be thoroughly investigated regardless of the strings Copley pulls to cover it up.

All of which came together in my head to ask: What if, six months post-Merrick, The Old Guard gets picked up by Stargate Command?

Just imagine it:

One of the things I love best the Stargate universe is that it takes place so very definitively in the 90s. It's settled in its time period, not some hopeful, impossible future. But for that sake of this AU let's push everything forward 20 years make it so the events of SG1 S4's "The Curse" happen in the same week as the escape from Merrick.

From the outside looking in, there's a lot about the Old Guards' flavor of immortality that looks like having a goa'uld symbiote. This means when the SGC goes looking for other possible goa'uld on Earth after Osiris' escape, they think they find five in the shape of the immortals, with Nile possibly being the latest host for the symbiote that Quỳnh once carried.

The more the SGC looks, however, the less clear it becomes. Daniel is able to recreate most of Copley's research and then some, stretching as far back as written records will allow. Their next thought is tok'ra, but those haven't been around long enough to account for Andy. Maybe she's the queen of a similar group that's been stuck on Earth for a long time and the others are her surviving offspring? There are records of a god matching her description on the Western Steppes in ages past...

With that assumption in mind, six months post-Merrick SG-1 is sent to make contact with the guard, hoping to gain more allies against Apophis.

The meeting itself is both extremely tense and a comedy of errors. Both groups are on completely different pages as to why they're meeting and what's at stake, and it very nearly ends in a firefight before Daniel goes into an impassioned speech (at gunpoint) as to why the guard should help humanity fight the goa'uld... to which Andy goes what the fuck are you talking about?

Once every gets on the same page and assurances are made that there will be no human experimentation whatsoever, the guard end up joining the SGC as independent contractors. Officially they are SG-21, assigned to search and rescue/covert ops, but mostly they continue to fight for what we think is right, just on a galactic scale. They nominally check in every few weeks, but are largely left to their own devices. This makes the rare occasions any of them are in the Mountain memorable.

A selection of those memorable visits include: 1) Daniel being hogtied, left in a closet, and not found for 15 hours after asking Andy one too many questions about ancient cultures; 2) Sam stumbling upon Joe and Nicky having a deep conversation in a patois of languages in the middle of the cafeteria about how much the Earth and their place in it has changed in their lifetimes, from Jerusalem being the center of ancient world maps to an ever expanding galaxy inhabited by people just like them. It should take vaguely the same tone as Sagan's Cosmos before being completely derailed by one of them asking so, do you think endlessly asphyxiating in the vacuum of space is better or worse than endlessly drowning at the bottom of the ocean? This too should be discussed at macabre length, possibly going into their personal ten worst ways to die lists - but in mostly English, throughly disturbing their fellow diners; and 3) Nile encountering someone she once knew in the Marines for the first time during the events of "Heroes" and having to do the say, I can get killed but don't stay dead speech for the first time herself after dying midway through the mission and coming back to save the day.

Once again, that's all I really have - just lots of scenes of the characters of both fandoms interacting but very little change to the plot lines of either.

Bonuses include: 1) The guard initially being offered commissions in the US Marines for their work at the SGC. These are turned down for a variety of reasons, the last one jokingly being that Joe and Nicky have never gone longer than a week without saying something unbearably romantic to each other and it'll save them the trouble of having to immediately cashier them both out. Extra bonus points if this leads Nicky on overwatch to send a warning shot past the speaker's ear before anyone can bring up the DADT repeal. 2) Booker having been grounded rather than exiled. This should be paired with Nile occasionally slipping into an exasperated yes, Mom whenever Joe and Nicky get overprotective, leading to much confusion as to the guards' family dynamics when they first join the SGC. Some Marines convinced for years that the immortals are, in fact, like the tok'ra and that one of the men is the host for their queen; and 3) The base quartermaster having absolutely no fear of any of them and publicly chewing them out on multiple occasions for the sheer amount of clothes they go through.

Honestly, I have tons of little scenes of this crossover in my head and no coherent storyline to it all, so it may end up as a drabble collection if the bunny stays around long enough. Otherwise, feel free to adopt this bun. As always, link back if you do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[youssefguedira]

Lucia fic no. 2 💜💜💜💜💜

i have GOT to get back to this fic its just . well there's a lot of emotions in there. but what i HAVEN'T previously mentioned is the actual framing of the fic, i.e. it doesn't all take place in the past!! for example:

It's not until late afternoon, when Andy is napping in the other room, that Nicky brings up the reason for their visit. The TV is chattering away softly in the background, some drama show she's too tired to watch, though she’s getting better at understanding the rapid Italian. Joe'd pulled the curtains open to let the sun in a little while ago, casting a square of golden light on the terracotta tiles, and is now seated in one of the armchairs, sketching in a little black notebook, glancing up at the TV every now and then. 

“Nile,” Nicky starts. “There is something I would like to show you tomorrow, if you will let me.” 

“Sure,” Nile says, shifting position – she'd been starting to drift off in the afternoon sunlight. “What is it?” 

“There is a village, a few hours' drive from here,” he says. “I know Booker” – and here Joe's shoulders tense, just a little – “told you about his family already, but I would like the chance to tell you about mine. Only if you want to hear it, of course.” 

Nile wonders if that's why Andy had argued with him about this. She's been carefully avoiding thinking about her family for too long; Copley had handled it, sure, but that doesn't mean Nile doesn't still wish with every part of her that she could go home, even if it was just once. 

“Yeah,” she says. She could use getting out of the house anyway.

Nicky relaxes, just a little. “We can leave in the morning,” he says. “Eight?”

Nile nods. 

The next morning, Joe and Nicky are already in the kitchen when Nile gets up, talking to each other quietly in Italian. She doesn’t even bother to listen in, still a little too tired to process another language right now, but she catches the odd word that’s close enough to Spanish or French for her to understand. 

There’s two thermoses on the kitchen table already, and a little plate of pastries, possibly bought from the bakery a few streets over that Joe had mentioned yesterday; Nicky stands when she enters.

“Ready?” he asks. 

Nile nods. 

“Domenico’s is closed,” Joe says to Nicky. “I checked yesterday. But there’s a place not far from where it used to be.” His expression softens, then, and there’s something almost sad about the way he looks at Nicky when he says, “Bring her something from me?”

Nicky nods. Joe catches hold of his wrist as he walks past, kisses his palm. Nicky shudders for a moment, then leans down to knock their foreheads together briefly, eyes closed like he's bracing himself for something. It’s the most physical affection Nile’s ever seen them show towards each other: of course, they’re never that far from each other, but they’re not usually like this, at least not in front of her. She can’t help but wonder.

“You’re not coming?” Nile asks. 

Joe shakes his head. “Not this time.”

Again, she wonders. But then Nicky passes her one of the thermoses and a couple pastries in a paper bag, and they head out. 

It’s not until they’re out of the city and on the autostrada after a quick stop at a florist’s that leaves Nile with even more questions, and she’s halfway through her thermos of coffee, that Nicky says, “I had a sister.”

[phatburd]

Once Was All There Was by whisper_that_dares, EditorBirb

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard (Comics), Napoleonic Era RPF, Historical RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Michel Ney, Napoléon I de France | Napoléon Bonaparte, Louis-Nicolas Davout, Joachim Murat, Napoleon's Marshals, Nile Freeman, James Copley, Mentioned Canonical Characters, Historical Character(s), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Death, Hypothermia, War, Blood and Violence, Graphic Description of Corpses, War Crimes, executions, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, 19th Century, Napoleonic Wars, Military, Fog of War, Historical Inaccuracy, Secrets, Murder, Suicidal Thoughts, Biological Warfare, Gore, Canonical Character Death, Dubious Morality, origin story of the coat, Derogatory Language, Fate & Destiny, Parenthood, I'm Sorry Victor Hugo

Summary: In December of 1812, near the border of what would one day become Lithuania and Belarus, a soldier of Napoleon Bonaparte’s Grande Armeé was hanged for desertion. There's just one small problem: it should have never happened.

What was the chain of events that led to that execution? And what happened after? Did it have something to do with the powerful men who rode with Napoleon, the ones whose decisions determined life or death for Sébastien Le Livre and countless others?

This is a story of The Old Guard from the point of view of one of those men, a story about a forger-turned-infantry sergeant and the bravest of the brave.

The first chapter is just the prologue, there's more in the can, but later on that.

Special thanks to @sindirimba and @gaal-dornick. Much love to you both!

[avatarskywalker78]

I saw your ask for @/arrthurpendragon and first of all it was SO sweet and I'm so glad to have met and befriended you!!!! 💜💜💜 second of all you mentioned you also have an old guard oc and if you're willing to share I'd like to hear about them ❤

You're very welcome and I am always happy to talk about my OCs!! The fic will start two months after the film and the OC is Lexa Sullivan (faceclaim Naomi Scott), thirty-two years old, a former soldier in the British Army and current Red Cross worker, who - in a twist of fate - is not killed as a result of her work but during one of the rare times she isn't working, catching stray bullets after gang warfare breaks out in [city yet to be decided]. The only person who rushes to her and stays with her as she's dying is a Frenchman called Sebastien, and Lexa's scared, of course, because she had so much she wanted to do...but she's also relieved that she's not going to die alone...

Except she doesn't die, and the last face she saw as a mortal is the first face she sees as an Immortal and they're both really freaked out by this. But Lexa can't deny what just happened and listens to his explanation of things, though she doesn't want to meet the others yet until it's all sunk in. She learns the man normally goes by Booker, and later that evening he tells her about himself and how he betrayed the team and how really, she'd be better off with the others, especially as he's in exile.

Lexa...chooses not to. Lexa looks at him, this man who chose to stay by a dying stranger's side, who's been nothing but helpful and who could've hidden or downplayed his role in things but instead has been completely honest with her. And although part of her gets why the group would exile him... the main reason he did what he did was because he felt alone and because he didn't want to be here any more, and somehow Lexa thinks that exiling the suicidal man without setting up any kind of support is a terrible idea, especially given the fact that immortality can apparently stop as suddenly as it starts, so he might not even be around in a hundred years time.

And Lexa's knows she can't be his therapist, but she can be his friend, because he looks like he could do with one... and given her life has just changed dramatically she could do with the company as well and so she stays. And most of the first story is going to focus on their friendship and Lexa's attempts to get him to go to therapy because holy fuck does he need it (and she establishes contact with Copley because they need some kind of help here), and there's going to be quite a lot of emotional moments. For Booker in particular because things get worse before they get better, and he spends a good chunk of the story waiting for the other shoe to drop and Lexa to leave (she doesn't.)

I've had this idea and the character since I first watched the film back in 2020, I just haven't written more than a few snippets. But I would love to get back and work on it because I have so many ideas and I love their friendship so much (and it gives me an excuse to watch the film ^_^) and I really love Lexa herself! She's so great and a very good friend and just amazing!!!

[pyrriax]

some thoughts about c!owen

i have no idea how to even start articulating these thoughts into a fanfic, but i'll think about it some more. i'll write more snippet of dialogue; more descriptions; more thoughts about what could've been if he'd forgiven / rejected the past, if he'd made it out.

also, song mentioned: turtles all the way down - sammy copley

[hathousehappenings]

So this is kind of interesting...

While I was doing some noodling around the internet yesterday I stumbled across a podcast interview with AiW showrunner Andi Copley from 2019 that I have never seen before. She drops some interesting facts about her career and talks a little about her work on AiW.

One noteworthy thing she mentions that they filmed the first few episodes at Radford Studio in LA before temporarily transferring the show to Orlando. I had a suspicion that was the case and she seems to have confirmed it here. Nobody else has mentioned that any actual production happened in LA before Orlando, so she could be remembering incorrectly, but it's still there. We do know that some pre-production work was done here, such as Patrick learning to rollerblade at the Hollywood Bowl.

She also mentions that a couple show bibles were created for the writers of the show which would have included all sorts of little tid-bits about the characters. I really wish that was something we could see!

This is an interesting podcast if you're into the behind-the-scenes aspect of the show. I'm completely unfamiliar with the host or this podcast, but he does some weird voice things in the beginning I decided to skip right on over. The interview starts at 4:05.

[anthrofreshtodeath]

I’m going to Boston in a few months. Any recs on must-sees and food spots?

Hmm, if it’s your first time, do all the touristy stuff. Here’s what I’d recommend sight-seeing/event wise:

1) Fenway Park - no brainer! Even if the Sox aren’t in town or it’s the off-season, take a tour. The history is rich and it ends with a pretty cool museum walkthrough.

2) the freedom trail - this is a lot of fun and some of the tour guides are super funny and knowledgeable. This is a nice primer for the most famous lore of Boston.

3) Boston Public Library (main branch in Copley Square) - the library is huge and the architecture is a lot of fun to look at. Best part? The Triumph of Religion mural by John Singer Sargent.

4) Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and MFA Boston - the Gardner is great for more Sargent pieces, as well as the heist that took place there decades ago! You can see where the missing paintings used to hang. The MFA has a stunning Kehinde Wiley in addition to lots of great exhibits.

5) the USS Constitution - this is a cool thing to see on a trip to Charlestown, especially if you’re already there to see the Bunker Hill monument. The Consitution has a cute interactive museum that’s pretty informative about the ship and its travels.

6) the Museum of African American History - right in the heart of Beacon Hill! Learn about Beacon Hill’s history as a Black neighborhood and the legacy of Black resistance in the city of Boston.

Honorary Mention: TD Garden - a sports cathedral (go to a C’s game if you can!), a day trip to Salem (I named my kid after the place it’s so much fun!), Jamaica Plain’s Latin Quarter (patronize some local latine businesses and eat some bomb Dominican food), the North End (little Italy - cultural hub!)

And some food places I’d recommend:

1) Archie’s New York Deli in Downtown Crossing (by Macy’s) - go for breakfast. Their deli sandwiches are good, too, but the yahoo breakfast sandwich is like an egg McMuffin on crack. So tasty. They even have homemade ketchups and sauces!

2) Bova’s bakery - I’m a simple bitch for this one but oh god is this place good. Gotta go for: a lobster tail, a cannolu, or ricotta pie. Or if you’re like me, all three and a cookie on the side.

3) Carmelina’s- another famous North End place. What can I say? I’m a sucker for good Italian. Get the Sunday macaroni. You’ll thank me later.

4) Parziale’s bakery - time for more baked goods. And while you’re at it, grab a slice of Sicilian style pizza to go. It’s so fucking good.

5) Zoe’s Chinese Restaurant- go out to Somerville for these bomb soup dumplings.

I’m sure there’s so much more food out there to try! These are the best things I remember eating off the top of my head. And if you’re at Fenway, have a Fenway Frank, please. And a sausage and peppers from one of the carts outside. The guys’ll be sure to tell you how much cheaper it is to buy from them than inside the stadium.

Have tons of fun!

[milkmulchmilch]

COPLEY MENTIONED RIP

Elissa Steamer, 1996

[apoptoses]

Fic questions!! 3, 6, 49 🤭

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Hands. I'm all about hands. Cats connect to the world via their whiskers and I have Armand connect to the world via hands, either his own or observing someone else's. I'm always bringing up Daniel gesturing, waving his cigarette around, shredding things when he's nervous. Lestat has big hands that are always on Armand's back. Armand is worried about his inhuman hands. I just can't stop.

I've noticed in my latest work I compare a lot of things to the sea and talk a lot about drowning, sinking, being subsumed. I don't know where that came from but it's a repeated theme.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

In my fic about the Copley dinner, Armand and Daniel in Venice is mentioned and I set part of the Danieli hotel as being built in the shell of Bianca's old home. In my mind Armand waited until Daniel went out at night and then went into his room and laid on the bed for a long time.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Well, since you asked- here's some of part 3 of Come Pull My Strings. It's from Daniel's pov this time, set after the time Armand bailed him out of jail.

Daniel shrugged.

“But that’s the nature of the beast, isn’t it? All love is selfish, to an extent. When you love someone you inevitably ask them to give something up to be with you. Some aspect of their lifestyle that doesn’t fit with yours, or some behavior. It’s not really love unless you’re willing to make some sacrifice for it, and they’re willing to sacrifice something for you in return. And only the people involved can decide what level of sacrifice is too great.”

“So your love is not the beautiful Eros of the Greeks, but rather an old god, powerful and demanding,” Armand said.

“Something like that. Love isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes it is monstrous and all consuming,” Daniel said. “If it wasn’t there wouldn’t be so many great works dedicated to the agony of love, right? The pleasurable aspects of it wouldn’t be so impactful without the occasional bit of hurt.”

[ao3feed-torchwood]

Inside the Archive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55654633 by one_step_from_death Clara returns to the Black Archive after the Doctors make their stand to save Gallifrey. There she learns the full scope of who and what the immortals are. ***No Old Guard or immortals appear in the story, but they are talked about.*** Words: 1485, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 60 of Of Time Travel and Immortals, Part 4 of The Impossible Girl and the Impossibly Old Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard (Comics), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Andy | Andromache of Scythia (mentioned), Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani (mentioned), Nicky | Nicolo di Genova (mentioned), Booker | Sebastien le Livre (mentioned), Lykon (The Old Guard) (mentioned), Quynh | Noriko (mentioned) - Character, Nile Freeman (mentioned), Ianto Jones (mentioned), Jack Harkness (mentioned), James Copley Relationships: Eleventh Doctor & Clara Oswin Oswald, Andy | Andromache & Booker | Sebastien le Livre & Joe | Yusuf al-Kaysani & Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones Additional Tags: The Black Archive (Doctor Who), Post-Episode: The Day of the Doctor, Clara learns about the immortals

[lady-of-the-spirit]

You've mentioned that in your Joan fics that Booker doesn't betray the team, and I'm interested in why you've made that choice. Was it that you didn't like the plot point in general or did you just want to have a slightly happier story? Also if that's the case, how did the events of the film even play out? Especially without Booker feeding information to Copley.

Nah the original canon plot was perfect, A+. The reason I made that choice was pretty much as you said - a happier story. Plus, as I've imagined it, Joan's story would focus on her meeting the others and their slow development as a unit, everyone figuring out how to adapt to their new group dynamic (with Nile being brand new immortal altogether and Joan being new to them).

The actual canon plot would throw a wrench into that pretty much immediately. It's still fun to think about but I can easily imagine Joan seeing the attack on the house in her dreams of Nile and deciding "Hmm I think I'll wait and see how this goes" and having even more stress about the possibility of there being more people like her because explosions? Soldiers? Guns and fighting??? She is not the most equipped for that.

As for how canon diverges, in my head I just thought of it as everything goes as in canon up to the attack on the house by Merrick's soldiers, with the exception of the set-up by Copley and Booker. Either the fake mission was actually a real mission or the guard just got together for their own reason.

I would still like to imagine Copley finding out about them somehow because the guard deserve to see the corkboard of their lives and how their work has improved society time and time again. How that works out? Idk but I also have to bring up this alternate "meeting of the immortals" scenario from a previous ask because I think it's great.

Also Idk why but mobile made the ask look like this as I answered it and hopefully it won't look like that when I publish it

[zumpietoo]

Okay, so got an anon insisting he DID graduate and was “invited” to speak “at Copley”.

Whelp, while, yes the two bimbos do mention twice he graduated, I still really doubt that (supposedly he majored in poli-sci, including graduating early----but immediately decided he’d take university acting classes at other schools? Doubtful. 

Plus....this is NOT the serve they thought it is. Copley Formal Lounge has a max capacity of an entire 200 peeps. The “applause” indicates way fewer than that attended and, apparently, he fucking charged them for this....

I stopped 3 minutes in, cuz his pure douchieness had me wanting to hurt something.....do note: he steps up to the podium in sunnies, indoors and at nite....

Eeewwww....every inch of this asshole screams jackassssss....like, again, he’s legit every last bad shit levied at Cole....and it shines thru in 2 seconds.

Oh....the bimbos have to plus his cred with “appeared on the Today Show”. Cuz he’s only had 3 acting creds to his name.....and that was one of them