#i didn't do yesterday's because i don't have a favourite location

[craegans]

COUNTDOWN TO SEASON TWO

Day Thirteen ─ Team Black or Team Green

+ bonus teams (the ones i'm actually routing for): team helaena & team cregan

[yourprettylildoe]

ℳ𝓊𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇 ℳ𝓎𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓎

what if your favourite story became reality? And not just any story that you made, a murder.

Tears roll down your cheeks, a hand against your lips stifling your sobs as you stared up at all the evidence.

You didn't how to stop this madness.

❤���

Landen stared up at the shelf in his room, smiling contently. Many books sat proudly on top, not even a scratch on their covers.

They all had one thing in common: your name written under the title.

That's right, you were the author of these murder mystery novels. People ate up your work, discussing online the twists and immaculate writing in them.

However, this guy inhaled them.

He studied them like there was no tomorrow, reread them: again, and again, and again. If somebody asked him to recite every detail, he would.

So now, Landen looked up as the news reporter popped up on the screen. "Breaking news — with murders happening left and right, safety is not guaranteed anymore. Yes, you named it, the killer is still on the loose. Yesterday, a body was found behind a movie theater. The man's features were beyond recognition as his face was..." the woman rambled on, describing the horrific scene. And Landen's smile was never wider.

He did a great job at perfecting your instructions.

The time, the method, the location, everything was flawless to the last detail.

"...however, do not fret. The police is doing everything they can to put an end to this. We advise you to take precautions and notify authorities immediately if anything suspicious is found."

The police can take their sweet time, he thought. After all, he did a very great job with covering up evidence. And even if they found out it was him, he had all the connections to silence anyone who dares to speak.

Now, the question remains.

Would you be proud of his work?

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Curled up on your living room floor, you cried your heart out.

This can't be real. This can't.

It all started when you opened up your computer and checked the news. At first, everythign was normal, until the descriptions of the incident were displayed.

Why were they similar to your stories?

You wish you didn't search up the rest of the murders.

Sitting there, in horror, your hands trembled and your head hurt. Everything was a carbon copy of what you published. What have you done? Why did you write those stories in the first place?

A voice in your head whispered that it's your fault, that you should've stuck to a fantasy or drama novel.

Clumsily, you reached for your phone, accidentally knocking down a glass of water. Glass shattered around you. Tears blurred your vision as you dial your good friend's number. The shards pricked your skin, droplets of blood dripping down on the carpet.

Ring.

Ring.

Ri-

"Hello?" Landen's voice uttered softly.

You sobbed into your phone, "L-Lande-" hic "please, h-help me."

The concern was evident in his voice, "what's wrong?"

"Please, please, help me- I did something really bad. Please."

"Okay, okay, stay on the phone," you could hear the sound of an engine starting up on the other line. "Hang on."

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Landen finished bandaging yiur hands up, "there! All done!" A soft smile on his face. A blanket was draped around your shivering form, an occasional sniffle escaping you.

You had explained everything to him, crying and constantly repesting, "it's my fault."

Thanks to his eassurances that you were not the cause, you were now in a better state.

You whimpered, "what will we do, Landen? We can't let people do, especially because of what I wrote."

A sigh escaped his lips, "First of all, it's not because of you. You did what you loved, honey. Secondly, don't you worry, I'll hire someone to look into it."

That made you perk up, "will you really?"

He nodded.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" You wrapped your arms around him. He laughed, returnign the hug.

Oh, you poor, poor thing.

Didn't you like his work? He didn't mean to make you cry.

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A month passed.

The killer hasn't been found, and you grew more anxious.

Landen promised that the detective he hired was doing rhe best he could.

In the meantime, people from everywhere accused you of the bloody crime, claiming that it was a scheme organised by you. However, Landen shut the claims down and stopped anyone from going near you. And you were eternally grateful.

So, now, you stood in front of his estate. The house was huge and luxurious, given his status.

The butler welcomed you, stating that Mr. Levine was expecting you.

Inside rhe house, a chandelier hung over your head and you were greeted by a large, marble staircase and to the right the large great room.

Thomas, the butler, said that Landen was upstairs but is on his way and instructed you to stay cozy while you waited.

You sat down on the plush couch, foot tapping against the floor as you cradle your handbag to your chest.

Minutes later, you got exhausted of waiting. You scanned the room before quickly ascending the staircase.

It was quiet on the second floor, and you heard the soft padding of your footsteps on the carpet.

"Landen!" You called out as you strolled around the west wing, "Landen?"

Upon opening a door, you're greeted with a large study. Documents were scattered over the large, brown office desk.

Curiosity got the best of you.

And you should've known that curiosity killed the cat.

Because as soon as you took a look at the book on the desk, you were greeted by descriptions of murders in your books. Details over details over details. Checkmarks next to each one. Planners, devoted to you.

Realisation dawned on you. This was no normal checklist.

You recoiled from the book as if it was a scorching fire. Backing away, tears fill uour eyes and you look arund. You need to get out.

"Y/n, where are you?" That familiar, haunting voice echoed in the hallway.

Oh, no.

❤︎

Ty for reading <3.

Part 2 is up.

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎

@yourprettylildoe

[timegears-moved]

totk rant anon here again! i sent an ask yesterday but it might not have gone through? or you just might not have gotten around to it yet. in case you didn't get it at all, the most important info i wanted to convey is that if you do the windblight fight in air and lightning with any character other than link you get a very interesting line from revali at the end which i feel provides important context for the following cutscene! and if you want i can let you know exactly what he says so you don't have to play through that mission again.

now, on a slightly different note, i'm a bit late in saying this, but i believe you can actually progress relentless as a waterfall even if you have mipha on your team? you just have to take her over to the relevant captain and use her healing powers yourself (either by using her special move or, if you don't have that charged, using her water spout move.) alternately you miiight be able to order her to go there while switched to a different character and that might work too?

to be entirely honest it's been a while since i played through that particular mission so i might be wrong, but i think that generally when missions have requirements for specific characters to do certain things (i.e. move to a specific location) if you have that character on your team you have to do all the work yourself to progress the mission, whereas if they're an npc they'll move on their own. that being said, mipha being a healer makes it a bit more complicated than most instances of this, since she's also required to use her healing powers here, while with most characters all you need to do is move them to the right location.

OOPS sorry anon i did get your other ask but i didn't see it until just now!! i'll answer them both here!

OKAY SO LMAO i just finished redoing air and lightning with your advice (i had to go back and get the korok seeds anyway) and ummm? what the fuck GSJSBSKWJKSH???

jesus christ revali. i have to admit i have seen this quote in another post in his tag before but a lot of the replies were saying that this was in regards to teba??? so i didn't think much of it at the time. but like. learning now that he ONLY says this when you don't play as link makes it obvious that this isn't about teba at all??? insane.

and you're right about it giving additional context to the scene right after. like revali's very abrasive backhanded thanks to link seems to me like it's stemming from embarrassment at being saved by someone he wants to impress (not that he'll ever admit that). but link not being there allows revali an opportunity to say that he doesn't want to seem weak or vulnerable to him.

i'm gonna be honest totk is looking to be my least favourite of the trilogy rn so i'm not too bummed out by that sjbsjejdj. excited to get the aoc dlc though my autism desperately needs it

also in regards to relentless as a waterfall my issue was that my objective never changed from capturing the three outposts even after all of them were captured? i wouldn't have even known that mipha had to heal that captain if i hadn't seen a video of it. i may test what you said out though! not rn since i've had enough of that mission after doing it three times jshsjsosksk but of that is the case i wish the game was more clear on that because it was very confusing.

[thasorns-moved]

Zey do you like Vice Versa?:) If yes, what's your favourite scenes?

Hi anon hi hi!! First of all I'm so sorry that I didn't got around yesterday to answer you back but I had many things going on privately. Happy New Year’s Eve 🎉 Hopefully this new years of yours will bring you peace and calmness, happiness and health for you and your loved ones 💖 To answer your ask: yes, I quite enjoyed Vice Versa and it was a bit difficult to answer this because I didn't know if it was specifically asked about my favorite scenes in general which also includes the friend credits group and/or the group which Phuwadol is in or my favorite scenes about Puen and Talay. But I'll list some of my fave ones:

my ultimate favorite scene is the one where Talay goes to find Puen in front of the Company's Building and have this honest conversation about being their portkeys. DUDE the hug, the forehead kiss, touching eachother's foreheads it's... yeah. (EP 7 part 4)

also one of my favorites is in the finale episode when Talay talks off screen about how Puen colored his life in pink forever while them being so happy and domestic with each other, it's such a beautiful scene to look at (EP 12 part 4)

or when they found the nice cafe location and reenact the scene from the skrip where Talay walks into the cafe again, oh dude my heart I-- (EP 4 part 1)

the hand holding scene in EP 5 part 3 in the cinema... 'don't worry. Whatever happens, I'll go through it with you. but at the same time in EP 3 part 3 when they're alone and Puen tells the confession scene

one last favorite scene with Puen and Talay is definitely one in EP 6 part 2 where Talay talks to sleeping Puen what he has missed about him

overall there are some scenes I like in general especially the scenery like the one in EP 2 part 3 where they stand there in front of the building and the part from eo or when they found each other in the maze in EP 2 part 4. The one with the snow scenery in EP 5 part 2. One I also like very much is the one in EP 12 part 4 where they hug and in the back you can see the moon or last one but same part where they sit in front of the lake only their backs are showing.

As you can see I have many fave party when it comes to them. This has become already super long but to include some of the friend credits scenes:

I really like the one in EP 5 part 1 when they scream the name or the one in EP 3 part 4 when the script has been approved. The one where they put the legs up (totally forgot on which episode it was)

but actually all the scenes with them are lovely because friendship duh :)

It was great and thank you for sending me this in, I had a lovely time remembering these scenes and hopefully I could take you with me through memory lane. I hope you have an amazing night filled with love and laughters. Take care with those fireworks if you're going to use them and overall enjoy the time with your loved ones 🌸💛

[oswincoleman]

Jenna Coleman at the Galaxycon virtual comic con Q&A session yesterday

Apart from looking super cute, here are some of what Jenna said during the Q&A.

She seems to have been in the Cotswolds, where it was snowing at the time.

She was asked what she thought the scariest Doctor Who monster was. Once again, she mentioned that she thought the Whispermen were the scariest, but she forgot what they were called, again. "I've got a gold fish bowl brain".

When asked what evil Doctor Who character she would play, she first said that she would play the TARDIS as depicted in The Doctor's Wife. But upon realising that that isn't really evil (though technically Clara and the TARDIS didn't like each other, so perhaps it counts?), she instead said that she would like to play Missy!

Another question was where she would like to film any episode of Doctor Who, if she could choose literally anywere. She mentioned that she was jealous of Matt for having filmed in Venice (even though Matt's episode in Venice was actually filmed in Croatia, not in Venice), and then talked about filming Kill the Moon on Lanzarote. She mentioned how it was like being on a leash the whole time, as the orange space suits they were in had to constantly be cooled, so they kept having to go back to their chargers in between takes. When asked if she went to any other location for filming, she said that she couldn't remember any, but perhaps Swansea or London (she did go to Tenerife to film The Magician's Apprentice though).

When asked what she would do if she hadn't gone into acting, Jenna first said that she always liked casting, and that

"My agent is always shouting at me because I am casting everybody else all the time in everything she sends me"

She also mentioned being drawn to other artistic jobs like being a painter, photographer, or writer, that can take their work with them wherever they go. And last, but not least, she had one final idea of what she would do if she wouldn't be an actress:

"And if not, maybe an interior designer, I don't know. That is like a bit of a side hobby/addiction."

When asked about her favourite episode, she again answered with it being The Snowmen.

Her favourite prop to act with was the sonic screwdriver in Flatline.

And finally, her favourite flavour of crisps are Walkers, salt and vinegar, and Torres black truffle chips.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Across Seven Seas

Chapter 4

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

WE FINALLY FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED WITH CHRIS IN THIS CHAPTER!

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3

Chapter 5

FIND MORE CHAPTERS BY CLICKING ON MY BIO

P.S- India follows only one timezone.

P.P.S- All the photographs used in the chapters are of the real locations mentioned. I clicked these photographs on my vacation.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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Chapter 4

7th September, 1:50 pm - Dehradun-Mussoorie Road

Seated comfortably in 2 large SUVs, the Evans family was on its way to Maple-Fawn, where they were to spend the rest of their vacation in peace. While almost everyone was fast asleep, Chris was wide-awake, awestruck with the view as their cars drove on winding slopes of the mountain. His body was tired, but his eyes refused to shut, taking in every detail of the natural beauty.

When they finally reached the hotel, the cold air was cruelly nipping at them. Since Delhi had been extremely hot, they had decided to ditch the winter wear until after they reached Mussoorie. Basking in the warmth of their rooms, Chris couldn't help but marvel at the view from his room. The entire valley was sprawled beneath him, the hill-side dotted with lush green leaves.

There were mountains as far as his eyes could see, dark green set against the bright blue sky. This would be a good place to sketch, he thought, sitting on the chair in his bedroom balcony.

The rest of the day was uneventful for the family, with all of them tuckered out.

Same day, 5:30pm - Hotel Maple-Fawn

Bundled up in 2 sweaters, a jacket, skull cap and finally, a shawl to cover it all up, Meera finished her walk across the property. She now knew where the gym, yoga centre, gaming zone, library, swimming pool, dance club, spa and garden were located. She knew every exit, every corridor and passage. She was satisfied with the amount of fire extinguishers present and their ease of access. The hotel had various maps screwed into the walls, with clearly demarcated ways to the nearest exit and fire extinguishers.

Heading back to her room, she felt her phone vibrate. "Hey Ma, what happened?" she answered the call. "Where are you?" "Just taking a walk, coming back now." "YOU LEFT THE HOTEL?! ALONE?!" shouted her mother. "Ma, calm down, I did not leave the hotel. I was just taking a walk inside the hotel premises. I wanted to see their gym, swimming pool, gaming zone, spa..." "Oh okay okay, but you should have told me you are going na." "Have you checked your phone? I sent you a Whatsapp message when I left. You even received it," replied Meera. "Yes but that was a long time ago!" "It was only 20 minutes ago Ma!" said an indignant Meera, "It is not my fault that you panicked!" "I am your mother. I have every right to panic when I can't find my children." Reaching the lift to her portion of the hotel, Meera disconnected the call.

Conducting a thorough check of any premises had become somewhat of a habit for Meera. There had been too many instances where innocent people had been the victims of fires just because the building had not been upto code, or even if they were, then the people did not know where the exits were or how to use a fire extinguisher. She was not going to take any chances when it came to protecting her family.

Entering the shared bedroom, Meera's mother ran to hug her, "Where were you? Do you know how worried I was?" "Mom I had been gone for just 20 minutes. Can you please not be so clingy?" retorted Meera, dodging her mother. "I am a mother. Mothers are not clingy." "First of all," replied Meera, "A mother is a relation and being clingy is a personality trait, so yes, you can be both. And secondly, I told you where I am na, what is the need to be so hyper all the time?" "I worry Bala," her Mother said with concern, "Times are bad." "If the times are bad then..." "How is the rest of the hotel?" interrupted Poppy, ending their conversation. "It is great. They even have a small library here. Some of your favourite authors are available as well. There's Danielle Steel, Maeve Binchy and Babara Taylor Bradford." "Oo that's nice. Any books which we haven't read?" "I don't know which books you haven't read, but I will take you there whenever you want. I got this interesting book which talks about the history of Mussoorie and..." "Why is my phone hanging?" Poppy interrupted again, "Meera check and see what is wrong with my phone." Meera quietly sighed. Her grandmother had an annoying habit of interrupting people when they were talking about something she wasn't interested in. Clearing some of the junk from the phone, she handed it back to Poppy. "Aah now it's working properly," smiled Poppy.

Next day, 10am - Hotel Maple-Fawn

The restaurant where all the meals were served housed floor-to-ceiling windows which offered a beautiful view of the trees and overlooked the valley below.

The Evans family was already at the table next to the window, savoring the delicious breakfast. Scott suddenly stopped eating his omelette, his eyes squinting at something across the room. "Did you guys see that woman? She took a bowl of cornflakes and is eating them without milk! Why would she do that?" Carly and Lisa turned around while Shanna tried to crane her neck to look at the person. "Who are you talking about?" asked Shanna. "That woman in the skull cap! She's sitting at the table of 4, with 3 other people! The one who's wearing the bulky sweater and shawl!" "That's not a woman, that's a man," stated Carly, "I saw him walking around our wing yesterday. He was looking at all the fire extinguishers and the maps for some reason. I thought he worked with the hotel. What a weirdo." "I think that's a woman," contributed Lisa, "What do you think Chris?" "Not interested," came the reply.

Over the course of the next few days, members of the Evans family kept spotting the 'mystery person', either at the gaming zone, the library, restaurant or around the premises. Shanna swore she once heard the person and their voice sounded "Deep and gruff, just like a man's!" "Bullshit!" retorted Scott, "I saw her crouching on the gravel pathway yesterday. It's a she!" "Wait why was she crouching on the pathway for no reason? That is so weird!" commented Stella, Chris' 13-year-old niece. "Oh she was picking up some wrapper or plastic, I don't know I wasn't very close." "Then how are you sure it was she and not he?" argued Shanna.

The doorbell of their suite rang, putting a pause to the argument. The concierge, Ankur, was at the door. He informed them that the hotel was organising a horse-riding workshop for the next day and wanted to check if anyone would be interested to participate. "Sounds like fun," Scott wondered, "No! I cannot hear you complain about chafed thighs for the rest of the vacation," said Chris. After they politely refused, Ankur reminded Chris about the mediation program. "You have only visited one session sir, when we had you signed up for the entire duration of your stay. Did you not like the session?" "Oh no it was great. I... I just wanted to spend sometime with my family, you know?" "I understand sir. You can rejoin the program anytime you want. I will take your leave. Do let us know if there's anything we can do to serve you," and with that, Ankur left.

"I am sorry," apologized Carly, "I thought you might like the mediation program. Rishikesh is just a few hours away you know. We can go and spend the rest of our vacation there." "Please don't say that," replied Chris, "They have a nice teacher here. It's just that I have already heard and read everything that the guru was preaching. Plus it's so beautiful here. I want us to stay," Chris tried his best to sound convincing.

It wasn't that this vacation was a bad idea, the change of location and the absence of the hounding media had relieved some of the stress Chris had been facing. It was just that Chris felt like he didn't belong anywhere. Uptil now, for the better part of the vacation, he had stayed holed up in his room, either watching PicFlix or sitting in his balcony, with a blank notepad and pencil. There were days when his mind was flooded with thoughts and then there were times when he felt... numb. He sat in the cold, without a sweater or a jacket, just to feel the nip of the wind, which never really came. He felt like he was either running at top speed, or he had come to a full stop. When therapy had not worked for him, he had tried to speak to his family, but they were always supportive and just this once, just this once, he did not want them to be. He had fucked up, and he wanted a way to fix it. But how could he when he himself needed fixing?

Settling back in his room, with a glass of whisky, neat, he closed his eyes, to rewind everything that had happened, once again.

Post the COVID-19 nightmare, when the country had finally reopened and life had started to return to normalcy, Chris and his partners, Mark Kassen and Joe Kiani, had finally launched their civic engagement project A Starting Point (ASP). The launch had been successful, with Chris' devoted fans flocking to the website in the first few days. The concept had been quite simple, to get senators on one-minute videos to answer questions on topics related to education, trade policies, immigration and more. They had managed to get inputs and secure participation from politicians belonging to both the parties. It all worked fine for the first 2 months.

The third month came with its own set of issues. Many politicians started promoting their own agendas, instead of just explaining the existing policies. This led to a shortage of interview clips as Chris and his team refused to air such videos.

As time went on, politicians belonging to the same parties started giving different, contradicting information on the same topics. While some senators painted a pretty picture about a particular policy, others spoke against it. What added fuel to the fire was that the some of the news media had started reporting that Chris was causing friction in both the political parties through ASP, especially the Republican party. It also didn't help that Chris had been outspoken against the previous Republican President. Moreover, politicians who answered questions by ASP started changing their responses when they were asked the same questions by the media. They blamed Chris for somehow manipulating and changing their responses.

This had already started taking a toll on Chris' career. Award functions were reluctant to invite him to the ceremony, let alone nominate him for his roles. His box office collections had started seeing a decline. Even the media was increasingly writing negative stories about him, wondering whether America's blue-eyed hero is finally becoming the villian.

As months passed, an increased number of citizens were disgruntled by the lack of new videos and hence, lack of information on the site.

The final nail in ASP's coffin was Senator Yellowstone. One of the youngest senators to ever be elected, Senator Yellowstone was charming, intelligent and sharp. He understood the need for reforms in the governement and knew that change was inevitable in order for the country to progress. It was uncanny how Chris and Yellowstone agreed on multiple political issues. Both of them saw eye-to-eye when it came to the electoral college, voting and other issues. As a result, Yellowstone became one of the top contributors of ASP, always open to share a small video on the topics that mattered the most.

Chris would never forget the day when Yellowstone's rape scandal broke the news. He had been accused of rape and molestation by 43 teenagers. Apparently, as a part of his community outreach, Yellowstone ran a program wherein he would tutor and guide young females who would be interested to take part in politics in the near future. Chris had been impressed by the initiative and had supported Yellowstone. But, he did not know that Yellowstone was using the initiative as a front for his horrific crimes. That scandal destroyed Chris, professionally and personally. ASP finally shut down and all the studios cancelled their contracts with him. He was fired from his ongoing projects. While the court had acquitted Chris of all charges, the media still put him on trial everytime. He couldn't come to face the truth. He blamed himself for what happened to those poor girls. He could have been, should have been more careful in trusting people. But, Yellowstone's charm was such that he could charm the snake into shedding it's skin, and then sell it back to him.

Chris had publically apologized to all the victims and had discreetly offered to pay for their education. While some graciously accepted the offer, understanding that Chris had nothing to do with the scandal, a few others saw it as Chris' attempt to hide his 'alleged' involvement. They approached the media with this story and as expected, the next day his kind gesture was butchered, tainted as a 'cover-up fiasco' by the news outlets.

It had been a year since then. There were no new projects on Chris' desk. Most of the film industry was practising their distance, with only a few loyal friends sticking by his side. His social media accounts lay dormant. There were still a portion of his fans who stood by him, defending him on the internet, but there was a large number of people who even today thought he had to do something with the scandal and was to blame.

Everyday, his remorse ate him alive. Everyday, he felt himself slipping into the abyss and everyday, his motivation to try and reach out for help lessened. Everyday.

Chris' phone pulled him out of his reverie. He saw Scott's name on the screen, asking him to join the family for dinner. Chris looked at the untouched glass of whisky, deciding he was not hungry.

Not tonight.