#emily flynn

[iamamonsterofverity]

Hello fellow Monsters of Verity fans.

This is a side blog. I like/follow from my main @justmorebtsffs, even though I don’t really use it anymore expect for reblogging. 😢

I’m working on rewriting This Savage Song from the alternating first-person points of view of Kate and August, maybe even a bit of the other characters (Harker, Sloan, Leo, Henry, Ilsa). I'm very busy so it may take a while but if you enjoy reading it I'll try to post more chapters.

The second thing I'm working on is a story called The Catalysts. It's from the perspective of each of the four Flynn Sunais about their catalyst and the events leading up the their deaths and subsequent reincarnations. Basically a series of five one-shots.

I planned to release them in order of who became Sunais first: Leo, Ilsa, August, and Soro. But I'm having trouble finding what exactly Leo's Catalyst was. I think it had something to do with Leo being a member of a cult and throwing themselves and their families off a building because to them the Phenomenon signaled the end of the world, but I could have it totally wrong. I'm re-reading the book right now but if anyone knows Leo's catalyst please tell me.

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oh, drum, i was glad- i was glad in your beat

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Scream / Ginger Snaps / Sharp Objects / The Wrath of Becky

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blue bird countdown -` ♡ ´- ↳ [56/100] days of Jane and Lisbon

#it sure looks fun

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Julie and the Phantoms: Choose your favorite song!

Listen to the songs below the cut!

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From Venom War: Wolverine #002

Art by Kev Walker and Java Tartaglia

Written by Tim Seeley and Tony Fleecs

[graciehart]

Every Episode of Timeless ⤷ 1x08 “Space Race”

Trust me, you do not want to drink the cup of coffee I would bring you after grabbing me like that. And by the way, my name is not "Doll," or "Sweetheart," or anything else that sounds like a baby. The women here have actual names. I'm sure you can learn their names. It's not that hard. Kinda like making coffee for yourself. You're a rocket scientist—figure it out.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"Now, you die!"

The Librarian Return to King Solomon's Mines (2006)

[dragons-and-magic]

What made you ship all of them, lol?

Especially Sonny x Rebecca?💙💛

HOOOOOO BOY. This is gonna be a long one! Lol! Honestly, most of the reasons is just liked them. I saw some fan work of them and they just clicked with me. I don't know. I'm not very complicated when it comes to shipping.😅 But I'm super excited to talk about my ships, so I'll try to give some more thoughts on them than that. Let's get into it!

Sonny x Rebecca: I will admit, I didn't ship these two at first. But, after I saw some fan content of them, I was hooked. I think they would have really good dynamic. We all know it's implied that Sonny has had a very rough and frankly traumatizing life. I feel like Rebecca could be good for him. Her joyful and sweet personality might just be what he needs to heal. Plus, they give me sun and moon vibes.🌚🌞 (P.S. I almost forgot. Watching Gordon take in the fact that his daughter figure/apprentice is now dating this "thieving rapscallion" would be absolutely hilarious.)

Thomas x Ashima: I've been shipping these two for years! I mean, look at the the way they look at each other and talked about each other in a few scenes! And how Thomas really wanted her to stay with him longer? Saving each other in the competition?? Or that one BWBA episode where he fantasized saving her like action hero??? That's so frickin cute!

Another thing! Thomas is used to having to prove he's worthy for all sorts of things. Ashima thinks he's already worthy. She literally looked at him and said, you don't need to change. You're perfect being yourself and I like it.😭💖 I personally feel like they're soulmates! And make a really good team! I really wish they had done more with them in show. I was hopeful when they announced they would be putting her in more episodes. But alas, nothing really happened.

Frankie x Hurricane: I love me a good villain couple, m'kay? Also, the tragedy??? Think about it, since they're working on the mainland, they don't know about steamies and diesels finally getting along. (We do know that things are the mainland didn't change as quickly.) So picture this. Back then, when the mainland engines found out that steamie and diesel had fallen in love, all hell broke loose! So, the poor ostracized couple left to escape the hostility, and went where they could never find them. A big steelworks, in the middle of nowhere... Anyways, they would totally be an awesome Disney level villain couple. I know it.

Emily x Connor: This one has what I call "I take a tiny moment and blow it up into a huge thing!" Lol. Basically, in one episode, Connor very subtly flirted with Emily and I found it interesting. It may or may not have been intentional, but either way I thought that it could be really cute. They give me knight and princess vibes. Also, I love Caitlin and Emily's relationship. (Healthy female friendships! My beloved!) Having her as a wingman (wingwoman???) for Emily and Connor sounds all too adorable. Although admittedly, this ship is definitely not my favorite on the list. I used to like it more when I was younger. Recently I got into Douglas x Emily, which has way more hints than this ship. And that one is slowly creeping up higher on the list. So we'll just have to see with one comes out on top.

Edward x Boco: SUCH A CUTE COUPLE! I didn't ship these two at all, until start reading fic's for them and saw the fanart. Then I realized these two might as well be married! Just two nice old guys, raising three rambunctious children together.🥰 Also, it seems nice that Edward finally has someone tough enough to help him wrangle in the twins when he's feeling worn out. And their personalities fit really nicely together too. Somebody put it better then me, right here. But yeah, these two are adorable! Easily one of my top favorite ttte ships!

Belle x Flynn: Honestly, I have no reason to ship these two, other than I just think it would be cute. No canon event inspired it. No fanart. Nothing. It just popped into my head one day and I decided to roll with it. Lol. I think it would be fun to see.

Daisy x Ryan: I'm not to sure what to say about these two either. Other than they give me vintage movie vibes. (Maybe it's Daisy. She reminds me of a few female movie stars from the old days of Hollywood.) And as a vintage movie fan, I really like that! Also, it's worth mentioning she literally flirted with him in one episode. That was a surprise! It was convince him to do some jobs for her, but whatever. Lol. Also Ryan was almost completely oblivious to it. My poor Gold Retriever Boy. It didn't fully compute. 🤣🤣🤣 Still, I think it could possibly work. Especially in the later seasons.

James x Nia: YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE RARE PAIR!🤩 I've talked about it so much now! But, here's a few more thoughts on them! They actually have a few traits in common. They're both playful, fiery, and outgoing characters. And they both seem to be very loyal as well. Oh, did I mention that their matching color scheme is perfect. And I feel like Nia would help James loosen up a bit and get even more adventurous. So while definitely a rare pair, I think they're neat and should be explored more!❤️🧡

Toby x Henrietta: If Thomas and Ashima are soulmates, Toby and Henrietta are champion soulmates! They're such a husband and wife duo. I loved every episode they had together. The way they talked to other and how much they disliked being separated? Adorable!!!😍🧡🧡 Sometimes they remind me of my own parents.😂 Whoever came up with the idea to finally give Henrietta a voice and an actual face? I salute you. You were a true genius. Now I can hear their realistic husband/wife banter in it's full glory. Lol.

Well, that's my thoughts. I'm not very good at romance anything, so I hope this will suffice.😅 Thanks for the ask!

[njheresworld]

My Masterlist

Author’s note: Hey lovey doveys! Here is the complete work. English isn’t my first language but definitely the second lol. Feel free to give me feedbacks. Sending you all the ❤️.

Steve Rogers (MCU)

One-Shots

Series

If You Insist

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

One-Shots

Series

Hold Me in Your Arms

Peter Parker (MCU)

One-Shots

Series

Noah Flynn (Kissing Booth)

One-Shots

Series

Gabriel (Emily in Paris)

One-Shots

Series

Nick (Culpa Mia)

One-Shots

Series

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

my fellow rare-pair-shippers plowing ahead with a rare-poly-set-up knowing you'll get maybe twenty hits and if you're blessed one comment...stronger than any u.s. marine, lemme tell you

[iamamonsterofverity]

🪐 August 📖

(A/N: A little project I did rewriting this savage song in first person. Just for funsies, ya know.)

It began with a bang. 

That's the fifth time I've read the sentence, still not really absorbing its words. In my mind I'm rehearsing what I will say to Henry, when he gets home. Not that I expect his answer to suddenly change since I last asked him . . . but I can still hope.

In reality I'm sitting at the kitchen counter, rolling a crisp green apple in circles with one hand and holding the Astronomy book open with the other. Even though the windows were closed I know it's dark out now because despite the steel walls everything seems to darken. Sometimes I look out and pretend I can see all the stars from my book and even though if the windows were open I still wouldn't be able to and I know it's silly but I still catch myself imagining them like the ones that cover Isla's skin. I wonder where Isla is now, she never leaves the compound so probably in her room. It's times like these when I wonder most how she stays inside, even now I can feel the city pulling at me through the walls, begging me to free it of a shadow.

I check my watch, the cuff of my shirt inching up to reveal the lowest of my black tally marks. Isla's voice drifts in from the other room, even though the words weren't meant for me, and from the nineteen floors below I can hear the layers noise, of voices, the rhythm of boots, the metallic snap of a gun being loaded, and the thousand other fragments sounds that form the music of the Flynn compound. Finally I drag my attention back to the book. 

It began with a bang. 

The words remind me of a T. S. Eliot poem, "The Hollow Men." 

Not with a bang but a whimper. 

It is strange how they could be so similar when one talks about the beginning of life and the other about the end, but it still gets me thinking: about the universe, about time, about myself. Before I can stop them the thoughts are falling like dominoes inside my head, one knocking into the next into the next into the—-

My ears hear it before my mind processes it, and instinctively my head flicks up just before the steel kitchen door slides open, and my father Henry comes in. Henry Flynn is tall and slim, with a surgeon's hands. He's dresses in the task force's standard dark camo, a silver star pinned to his shirt, a star that had been his brother's once and before that his father's and before that his great-uncle's, and on, rolling back fifty years, before the collapse and the reconstruction and the founding of Verity, and probably even before, because a Flynn has always been at the beating heart of this city.

"Hi, Dad," I say, trying not to sound like I'd been waiting all evening for this conversation.

"August," Henry says, setting an HUV—high-density UV beacon—on the counter. "How's it going?" 

The question is so simple but the answer is so complex, I sigh. I stop rolling the apple, close the book, and force myself to sit still, even though a still body is a busy mind—something to do with the potential kinetic energy, if I had to guess; all I know is that I am a body in search of motion. 

"You okay?" asks Henry when I don't answer. 

I swallow hard. I can't lie but sometimes it's just so hard to tell the truth. "I can't keep doing this," Is all I say instead. Henry eyes the book.

"Astronomy?" he asks with false lightness. "So take a break." 

I look at Henry, really look at him, attempting, somehow, to get my point across without having to use words but it doesn't work like that. I resort to analysing his expression. Henry Flynn has kind eyes and a sad mouth, or sad eyes and a kind mouth; I can never keep remember which one is right. Facial expressions have ways of twisting into an merging with each other that I'll never understand. Emily says that your eyes can be angry even if your mouth is sad or . . . wait which way was it again. Faces have so many features, infinitely divisible, and yet they all add up to single, identifiable expressions like pride, disgust, frustration, fatigue- my thoughts start to spiral, I'm losing my train of thought again, I fight to catch it before it rolls out of reach.

"I'm not talking about the book." 

"August ...," starts Henry, because he already knows where this is going. "We're not having this discussion."

I try again, if I'm going to convince him I have to make my case. Let me make my case, I think, just one more time, please, I'm dying here, "But if you'd just—" 

"The task force is off the table." The steel door slides open again and Emily Flynn walks in with a box of supplies and sets them on the counter. 

She is a fraction taller than her husband, her shoulders broader, with dark skin, a halo of short hair, and a holster on her hip. Emily's walk gives off an air of determination but she shares Henry's tired eyes and set jaw. This is one of the few easy expressions to read because it isn't really an expression at all. Both of their eyes have dark circles and I can hear Henry's teeth grinding subtly.

"Not this again," she sighs like she's tired of this conversation already even though it just started.

"I'm surrounded by the FTF all the time," I protest, hoping to reach at least one member of my now larger audience. "Whenever I go anywhere, I dress like them. Is it such a step for me to be one of them?"

"Yes," says Henry. His voice draws a hard line, one I should stop before crossing. Should . . .

Emily's tone is softer, more mothering. I think that's what the word is. "It isn't safe," she says defending Henry as she starts unpacking the food. She wants me to think well of him, to make sure I know he's doing this for the right reasons. And I do think well of him, very much so, but . . . What are the right reasons?

"Is Ilsa in her room? I thought we could—" I cut Emily off

I'm not letting this go so easily, not this time. "Nowhere is safe, that's the whole point. Your people are out there risking their lives every day against those things, and I'm in here reading about stars, pretending like everything is fine." Angry, annoyed, upset, frustrated, mad, irate, cross, vexed, irritated, exasperated, irked, displeased, furious, infuriated, enraged. These words -a whole dictionary's worth- each meaning something just slightly different from the other, run themselves through my mind. Which one is right for what I'm feeling right now?

Emily shakes her head (not patronisingly, it's a sad headshake, I think) and draws a knife from a slot on the counter. She starts chopping vegetables, creating order of chaos, one slice at a time. "The compound is safe, August. At least safer than the streets right now." 

"Which is why I should be out there helping in the red."

"You do your part," Henry says. "That's—" 

"What are you so afraid of?" I ask. I think when human's say things like this it's called a rhetorical question but I know I'll recive an answer.

Emily sets the knife down with a click. "Do you even have to ask?" It's always like this, she thinks of me as her child, like she's my mother and it's her job to shield me but I'm not a child. I'm not even human.

"You think I'll get hurt?" And then, before she can answer, I'm standing up and slamming the kitchen knife down onto my hand. Henry flinches, and Emily sucks in a breath, but the blade glances off my skin as if it were stone, the tip burying in the chopping block beneath. The kitchen is suddenly very quiet. Good. "You act as though I'm made of glass," I say, un-wedging the knife from the wood block, "But I'm not." I take her hands in mine, copying what I've seen Henry do so many times. "Em,"I say as gently as I can, "Mom. I'm not fragile. I'm the opposite of fragile."

"You're not invincible, either," she counters. "Not—"

"I'm not putting you out there," Henry cuts in, his "hard-line" voice is back. "If Harker's men catch you—"

"You let Leo lead the entire task force," I argue somewhat pettily. I know Leo is different, but not that different. I'm trying to convince myself at this point. "His face is plastered everywhere, and he's still alive." 

"That's different," Henry and Emily say at the same time.

(A/N this part is also half finished but again I should get around to it when some of my bigger stories are more complete. Please like, reblog, and comment if you want me to continue.)

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Julie and the Phantoms: Choose your favorite song!