#c; alba

[late-for-a-very-important-date]

Alba did their best to quash her anger as best as they could. She lived to serve. Being stuck completely unknowledgeable about what was going on in Alice's head and unable to make things significantly better made her feel powerless. Incomplete. Useless. Maybe they were beginning to tire from feeling this way.

Worse than that, however, was the possibility of it having happened a second time right under her nose while they were none the wiser. Was it really possible that there could be a connection between what happened to Alice and Lorelai's impromptu vacation? It couldn't be. It has to be coincidental. If not, then that's two important people in Alba's daily life that had experienced something terrible. And that would make her the linking thread.

Alba blanched at the very idea of a conspiracy board kept in someone's basement where all the red yarn pointed to them. If she had in some way, somehow unintentionally caused all this suffering, they would never forgive themself.

No, it couldn't be that. As bad as it was that all those townspeople were poisoned, that was confirmation in and of itself. That testified to all the people unconnected to her, that Alba wasn't at the centre of it all. Yet why wouldn't that niggling feeling disappear...?

She shrunk into herself, more unsure than ever. "I don't know." But now that the connection had been drawn between Alice and Lorelai, they couldn't help but feel guilty. Ms. Katz was probably facing a very similar struggle with Ms. Hart that "I'm sorry. You know what, if there's anything at all I can do to help with the Lorelai case, please let me know."

.

It took her a moment, but soon enough she got it. Alice Little. Old news. Or, rather, news that had led her nowhere but to a constant frustrated state. The fury in Alba's voice was unexpected and, honestly, a bit awkward in its unpredictability. Still Chelsea quickly got in their way before she could storm out.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's no need to fly off the handle... I'm sorry. My bad, I should have been quicker to realize you were talking about Alice." Chelsea had done her research and reported on the exact time of their disappearance, the details of the search that took place, the time of their return, the testimonies of their family. She knew all what was available to know about the Alice Little case... But it had admittedly been left in the back burner for too long a while now. She understood Alba's anger, even if she believed it was misplaced.

Chelsea huffed and scratched her head. "I've had my suspicions both cases were connected, Alice and Lorelai's. So far, it's just that, a suspicion, and with how little information I could gather from the Little case, I mean, I know when I've hit a dead end..." Not that it ever stopped her. It just meant she would keep obsessing over it until the next case called her attention and sparked her curiosity.

"But you and I know that, after what happened to Alice, and after the incident with the poisonings, we can't trust any sudden disappearance to be what it seems to be at first glance. Do you really think Lorelai is just on vacation? Without telling absolutely anyone about it beforehand?"

[diver5ion]

Bea, your boobs are glowing.

[winchestergirl2]

Dark Angel | 2×11 The Berrisford Agenda | Part 2 (Part 1 here)

[late-for-a-very-important-date]

Alba quickly shook their hands and their head. "No need. I wouldn't want to impose on Mia. I'll take... your fuzzies? It looks very comfortable."

Alba gratefully took the pyjamas from Alice. "I'll just go change in your bathroom." She smiled affectionately. "You can keep me company outside the door if you want."

Alba made their way through the home which she knew as well as her own, before closing the door behind them to get changed. In less than a minute, she was back out again, and made a show of modelling it like they were both kids again and didn't have trauma and tyrant bosses and disappearances looming over them.

After a fit of giggles, they said, "You know, I've never felt more akin to a rabbit than like this."

Alice glanced down at themselves for a moment, seemingly forgetting for a moment what size they even were. (That had been a thing, lately. Alice felt like they could grow or shrink at a moment's notice and could hardly picture themselves in space, yet when they checked, they were a perfectly regular height, and weight, and the tables weren't taller than them, and the buildings weren't shorter. Their hands could still hold a teacup, they could still open doors and not fit through the keyhole.)

Alice glanced back up at Alba.

"Yes, I suppose we are, but your legs might be a tad longer than mine are..." they said, rolling off the bed. Alice went to their chest of drawers, stuffed with a collection of pyjamas that inevitably never got worn because Alice had an affinity for one particular pair. They pulled a few options from the pile. "Do you want fuzzies, or jersies, or shorts, or a nightgown? Or we could steal Mia's Oodie!"

[izloveshorses]

Hello, can u pls share a face claim/how u envision Anya and Dmitry for five of ur fics (of your choosing) 💕

(Also u can’t use Derek or Christy, or any performer who has professionally held the role 😈)

ooooooooh i LOVE this question. what a challenge!! it's hard not to picture christy and derek at this point, especially in canonverse fics, but i have collected a few other faceclaims over the years for aus, i must admit. some of these will be predictable lol but some i feel like you will just have to trust me on. (given we've been friends for nearly 5 years now i feel like you know my brain enough to Get It 🙈)

this gets a little long bc of course we have to include visual references, so the list is under the cut:

obligated to start with the road trip au, as it's my current wip: Kennedy McMann and Alex Saxon

you might know them both from the cw's nancy drew. i chose them for this au bc i feel like they got the soft friendship/ angsty hurt/comfort thing going. look at them it's perfect

paris au (or other modern-ish aus where they live in paris): Alba Baptista and Lucas Bravo

also pls look at them together in Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (2022)! dimya <333

assistant!Dmitry au (or other modern aus, especially ones that take place in nyc, such as the neighbors au): Zoey Deutch and John Bubniak

you probably know Zoey, but John was the model for ps4 spiderman my beloved. nyc romcom when

baseball au (or any fic where they're younger, even in canonverse): Sonya Priss and Fedor Fedotov

yes, of Silver Skates (2020) fame. every time i think of anya and dmitry as 17 and 19, or just an au where they meet before the revolution, i can't help but picture these two. look at them those are my kids

i know i said no canonverse fics, but i feel like we gotta do the ghost au: Audrey Hepburn and (don't laugh at me but) Robert Pattinson (but like specifically the way he looks in Remember Me (2010))

listen. i couldn't not include audrey on this list at least once, given she was the inspiration for animated anya. and as for robert? look at him. he's exhausted. that's what dmitry looks like for the entirety of this fic. that man is so tormented

honorable mentions?

julia roberts and young hugh grant (this felt like cheating since i'm writing a notting hill au rn lol) amy adams young matt damon????? milo ventimiglia lol

[celebratingwomen]

Jessica Alba for C Magazine

[late-for-a-very-important-date]

"Enemies?" Alba sputtered out a laugh in disbelief. She wondered why this big hulking figure of a man cared enough to ask, especially with the reputation he had. Perhaps this was a massive prank the universe itself was playing on her. Maybe he was trying his hands at being a scam artist, and was going to swindle the money out of their pockets.

No. Alba shook her head like it would force the thought to leave. They were getting too anxious. Redwood Hollow wasn't that exciting.

"Not that I can think of," Alba said politely. They had to lean around him to check if she could see who could have thrown the snowball. He was just so large and imposing. They felt grateful that he seemed to have some kind of fondness or at the very least pity towards her. She didn't spot anyone trying to make an escape, so they resumed their place in front of Oz.

A thought occurred to her. "Unless... no, that would be silly."

"It's no problem....but it looks like someone has it out for ya, it seems." Oz said. He was curious too as to the source. He also wanted to see how they would react to such a claim. "Got any enemies in town?"

Oz looked them over. He did not know them yet, but he was now intent on it. Oz knew everyone.

[albaqae]

I’m bored, send me asks w a doodle idea! :)

(Or just comment here, whatever you’d like)

[g-volcano-photo]

F a m i l i a r

2011

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I really struggled with the aspect of posting/reposting images that do not illustrate a realistic perspective of myself, both physically and mentally. But it was important to document my journey with photography, and utilizing myself as the main subject played a huge part in my development as a photographer.

It's been years since I've looked at all the self-portraits I took when I first moved to Portland (or any of them, really). They were stored away for so long; so I had no real reason to peruse, rework, or re-edit any of them.

It was only when my husband and I started condensing and pooling a combined 20+ years of photographs and videos that I was able to restore many of them and introduce them here. Crazy, still, to see how personally impactful many of these captures are, how I'm so easily transported.

I've changed so much since these photos were taken - all for the better. But I'll always be amazed at how time so effortlessly mends and alters; illuminates and darkens. Most importantly, it makes me appreciate the now more so than I ever have in my 34 years on this Earth.

| It's familiar in that it resembles a scar; a visceral representation of a moment in time |

[dorianmathay]

Grunt Machine - SoundCloud

Listen to Grunt Machine by The Dead C on #SoundCloud

After a wee sabbatical spree of nonsensicalness, the mighty Dead C rises from its ashtray like snipes and Rizla+'s, flame included!

[late-for-a-very-important-date]

Alba's eyes widened to saucers. "Me?" Heat rushed to their cheeks immediately. Being singled out in public by a complete stranger was one of her worst nightmares come to life.

"I mean, of course," Alba said quickly, for fear of appearing stupid, or worse: rude. "Who doesn't? I, um, love my family and my friend."

She cringed. Not only had they overshared beyond what would probably be considered socially acceptable (at least, by her standards), but they had done it in the worst way possible too. She must seem like the biggest loser on earth to this peppy, confident person. They hoped the ground would open up and swallow her whole. This person must think that she's the loneliest most pitiful creature in the world, having only a single friend they consider close.

"Uh, anyway," said Alba, hoping to distract both herself and this stranger from their failure to act like a normal human being, "what's this for? Is this some kind of promotion?"

Starter for @late-for-a-very-important-date

Rachel had made it a tradition that Valentine's Day was all about everyone and that included every random stranger on the street. She made a set of handmade cards, as usual, and decided this year she would sell them to raise some money for a local charity.

Freezing though it was, she had parked herself up outside the Enchanted Rose, with a little table set up covered in hearts and chocolates and her cards. "Hey! You look like a person who loves love, right?" Rachel chimed, waving down the next person she saw with as much enthusiasm as an NFL Cheerleader.

[diver5ion]

[housebarrett]

And now I’m up late watching @foreverchampion vs Viper/Piper/Doudrop vs Bea Priestley from good old WOS.  The gentleman doing colour commentary is utter shit, but he’s strangely handsome from all reports. 

[late-for-a-very-important-date]

Alba's eyes landed on the professor, the only person she recognised in this crowded room at the moment. They nodded along, desperate for some kind of activity to complete instead of idly standing around. "That would certainly be nice. I could ask around for you?"

Myra was frowning over her martini glass as her eyes scanned the room. Everyone was here-- even Mr Borovosky, which she wasn't sure how to gauge. Yet, there was no sign of Ms Lorelai Hart. If Myra had known this was optional, she wouldn't have bothered. She scanned the room again, sure she'd caught glimpse of Mirage (and hoping to catch another) but alas. "These better be some fireworks."

@happieststarters

[clawmarks]

Madeleine Françoise Basseporte and her circle - White lilac (Syringa vulgaris alba) - c.1750 - via The Morgan

[winchestergirl2]

Dark Angel | 2x11 The Berrisford Agenda |Part 1 (Part 2 here)