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rcmclachlan · 8 days

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Wrote this today while I should've been working (don't tattle).

Submitting it for the approval of the Fuck It Friday Society. Thanks to @epiphainie for tagging me!

"So? Tell me about the hot pilot."

It takes only a second to scroll through the rows of photos until he finds the one he wants to show her, but instead of handing his phone over, he takes a moment to admire it. The post has nine photos in it and this is the fourth one in—it's by far his favorite out of all the others on the account. Considering how many contenders there are, that's really saying something.

Maddie pointedly clears her throat and Buck ducks his head with a sheepish laugh, because he knows he's being mean by keeping her waiting. If the tables were turned and she was holding out on him, he'd be ready to tackle her to get to the phone. Plus, he's already looked at the picture at least three hundred times over the last two days; it's not like he's going to miss anything. He's pretty sure he could draw it from memory.

Nervously licking his suddenly-dry bottom lip, he slides the phone across the counter to her, and she snatches it up like a winning lottery ticket, or Golden Grahams, which she used to hide from him when they were younger because he could house an entire box in a single sitting.

She draws in a surprised breath when she looks at the screen, and he takes it as his cue to round the island and crowd in behind her so he can peer at it from over her shoulder.

Whoever took the shot should get a Pulitzer. It was taken through the open door of a helicopter, perfectly framing the three people in the cockpit. There are two kids—a girl no more than ten years old wearing a headset and looking at the instrument panel, while the other kid has their back to the camera, showing the familiar logo of two hands holding each other on the back of their shirt—and then there's Tommy, who's half inside the opposite door and haloed by the light of the Harbor hangar, his gaze focused on whatever he's pointing at on the panel. His head is slightly turned, exposing the textbook-perfect right angle of his jawline, and his mouth is half open. But, unlike every picture where Buck looks like a dumbass with his mouth open wide enough to drive a truck through, Tommy looks handsome and competent, caught mid-explanation about manifold pressure or rotor RPMs or any of the other gauges that Buck looked up before he'd called for the Harbor tour.

"Buck," Maddie says, stunned. She opens her mouth like she's going to say something else, but then she closes it with an audible click.

"I know."

She spins around and smacks his arm, her grin threatening to consume her entire face. "Buck!"

"I know." He does know. He really does.

"Oh my god." Maddie turns back to the phone and swipes to see the other photos, but the only other one in the post with Tommy in it is a group shot. He stands in the back of a gaggle of kids with four of his teammates, taller than everyone else, and it's either the vivid blue of his flight suit or the magnetic force field that seems to hover around him all the time, but Buck's attention is drawn immediately to him. The first time he saw the photo, it took him a second to realize there were like twenty other people in it.

"Oh my god," Maddie says again.

Each of Tommy's hands are on the shoulders of two kids, and he's smiling so widely that his eyes are almost closed. He looks so good. He looks like he did when he glanced up from the menu as Buck approached the table—like anyone in the world could've shown up but he was thrilled it was Buck specifically. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Like he was the correct answer.

And that's a wrap on our annual flight rescue simulation! As always, huge thanks to the Los Angeles Boys & Girls Club (@labgc) for introducing us to the next generation of heroes. Can't wait to get up there with them again someday! #labgc #lafdharbor1

He blows out a breath. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're not an idiot. There's no way you could've anticipated Eddie showing up." Maddie swipes over to Tommy's full Instagram profile and starts tapping open photos at random. When she gets to another of Buck's favorites—the one of Tommy mid-laugh, sandwiched between a man and a woman in a bar booth with trivia sheets spread out on the table in front of them—she mutters, "Good lord."

Buck looks at the man and how he's shoved up against Tommy's side, and he swallows around a familiar sour crackle in his jaw. He'd told Tommy point blank that he can get jealous, but he's a little surprised by how much he wants to reach right into the screen and rip the poor guy out of the photo with his bare hands. He shouldn't be shocked, though; he did maim his best friend for the crime of having Tommy's attention, after all.

But that guy in the picture could've been Buck. If he hadn't been an asshole, he could've been the one sitting next to Tommy, pressed up against him and laughing, flushed with victory and good company and beer, filling out answers on the sheet and preening when Tommy turned an impressed smile on Buck for helping take their team to the final round because he knew things like what the fear of is flowers called and the world record for the longest hiccupping spree.

"I shouted to the entire restaurant that we were going to pick up hot chicks after dinner, Maddie," Buck says, and looks away from the photo where he isn't. "I might as well have paid someone to skywrite 'NO HOMO' above the Coliseum. So, yeah, I am an idiot for that."

She winces. "How'd he, uh, take that? Was he really mad?"

"Worse," he says miserably. "He was really nice."

Where his hand rests on the countertop next to her, Buck's fingers curl in to press against his palm, and the rest of his body wants to follow suit out of shame. He can't stop thinking about how quiet Tommy was after Eddie and Marisol left, how the confidence and charisma and razor-sharp wit had all grown dull and quiet from the time it took them to get up from their table and make their way to the street.

When Tommy cut the night short, he could have been awful about it. He could have yelled. He could've called Buck a homophobe, or chewed him out for wasting Tommy's time, or sneer that Buck would be better off watching the movie from the comfort of the closet. It would've been well within his right to do any of it, and Buck had been prepared for it.

He hadn't been prepared for Tommy to be kind.

"But it's not just that. I'm an idiot because… how did I not know? How do you miss something like this about yourself? Nine year olds are out there figuring it out with no problem, and meanwhile, I'm thirty-two and I had—I had no idea. I'm so stupid."

He bends over and drops his head onto the counter with a painful, yet somehow satisfying thunk.

Maddie places a hand between his shoulder blades. It's not too heavy, like she's holding him down, and it's not too light, like she doesn't know if her touch is welcome. It's just right. It always is. Even when she was a kid, she always knew how to hit the goldilocks zone when it came to comfort. His parents never came close.

"What if it were me?"

He tilts his head on the counter to look at the contemplative slash of her mouth. "What?"

"What if I were the one discovering this about myself?"

The question is soft and sweet, like how their backyard in Hershey used to fill up with hundreds of dandelions in the spring and they'd spend hours picking them and blowing the clocks everywhere, but the smile on her face is the sound of their mother shouting at them to stop because she thought the dandelions were an eyesore and they were basically planting more of them to come up in the fall.

"Would you call me stupid for not figuring it out sooner? Would you say, 'Maddie, you're pushing forty, how did you miss this?'"

Offended, Buck comes off the countertop so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. "What?! O-Of course not—"

"Then why is it okay when it's you?" She demands, voice trembling like she's physically pulling on the reins of her anger and it's fighting her, just like it did when he hitchhiked to Marysville with a group of boys and perforated both his ear drums jumping off the Rockville Bridge. "You don't get to call one of my favorite people stupid, okay? You're not. There's no time limit to these things, Buck. You just… you figure it out when you figure it out and not a second before, and I'd be saying the same thing if you were one of those nine year olds or if you were ninety."

Buck doesn't know what his face is doing, but Maddie takes one look at him, clucks her tongue in sympathy, and then wraps her arms around him. He presses into her embrace with a grateful exhale.

Clinging to Maddie, to the quiet, endless strength of her, is nothing new, and neither is the wave of sheer wonder and disbelief that nearly knocks him on his ass because somehow she's his sister. Out of everyone in the world he could've been saddled with, he got the best of the best. He has no idea what he did in a past life to have earned a place in her current one, but it must have been amazing.

"Thanks, Mads," he says quietly into her hair. When she first started dating Doug, she switched from the peppermint conditioner she loved to the floral stuff he preferred. Buck inhales a little and swallows tears upon getting a whiff of something sweet and minty.

She pulls back a little and pats his chest, smiling. "So, what's the plan?"

He blinks. "The plan for what?"

"For trying again," Maddie clarifies, pointedly, like she wants to call him dumb but can't because she just spent the last five minutes telling him he wasn't. "So you screwed up. Big deal. We all screw up. What are you going to do to fix it?"

"Uh, I-I don't think he's going to go for that, to be honest," Buck mutters, looking down at his phone.

Last night, standing in Miceli's foyer and practically leaving craters in the floor where he was bouncing excitedly on his heels, he'd texted Tommy to see if he was already seated. The last message Tommy sent him reads: Head toward the back. I'm in one of the side booths on the left. You can't miss me :-)

There hasn't been anything since.

After Tommy cheerfully knocked Buck's entire world off its axis and walked out the door with a grin and the promise of a date, Buck had paced his apartment like a caged tiger, feeling both too big and too small for his skin, jittery and restless. The fourth time he'd stopped in the middle of a room and started laughing for no reason, he conceded he might be losing his mind. He'd felt like the only thing keeping him from exploding or floating into the stratosphere was the fact he had a shift in the morning. He'd kept away from the windows just to be on the safe side.

You like men, he'd thought giddily to himself, over and over. You are attracted to men. A man asked you out on a date and you said yes because you want to go. A man kissed you tonight and you loved it. You didn't want to stop. You want him to do it again.

It was like he'd finally found the last missing piece to the Buck puzzle he'd been searching for as long as he could remember, and slotting it into place felt like skipping the 5.0 upgrade and going straight to a different operating system. Increased storage capacity. Longer battery life. A brand new product.

He'd swore to himself that he would be cool about it. He wouldn't be a clingy, needy mess and drive Tommy off before he was able to explore whatever this was. That lasted all of twenty minutes before he was texting Tommy with trembling thumbs to thank him for coming over and clearing the air, and then threw his phone across the room. He spent the next ten minutes fighting the urge to claw his own face off until he heard the ping of a new text message.

It said, Sorry for the delay I'm still driving. Thank YOU for your hospitality ;-)

Buck had to go stick his head in the fridge to cool down about the implications of that, but once he calmed down and unscrewed the manic grin from his face, they were off to the races.

The only times they weren't messaging each other were between the hours of 1am and 5:30am, or if they were on shift. Although Buck didn't exactly hold to that. He found ways to sneak off a text or twenty during calls when he could, and he had the sneaking suspicion Tommy was doing the same. The photo he got of the sun setting over LA, taken through a helicopter's windshield, was kind of a giveaway.

It's been 24 hours since he last heard the text tone he'd assigned to Tommy's contact file—a sort of whuff sound that reminds him a little of rotor blades spinning—and he feels like if he doesn't hear it soon, he's going to go insane.

This is absolutely not the first time he's fucked up a date and was ghosted afterwards, but it is the first time the subsequent radio silence has made him feel like his colon is tying itself into a square knot. And he hates it.

"So, you're just—giving up," Maddie says, incredulity turning the question into a statement of disbelief.

He looks away from the phone and shrugs. "I'm… being respectful. It's pretty obvious he doesn't want to hear from me. I wouldn't want to hear from me."

"You don't know what he wants," Maddie points out. "He said he didn't think you were ready for this, right? Maybe he's trying to be respectful too."

He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but it sounds so plausible when she says it. Especially because Tommy hasn't been anything but even-keeled and kind and compassionate, and Buck truly doesn't think any of it is a front. If Buck reached out, he knows Tommy would respond. If Buck started texting him again and never once brought up the kiss or their disaster of a date, if he boxed up the overwhelming need to be the center of Tommy's attention and shifted things back to the safety zone of friendship, Tommy would let him. They'd be okay.

The thought of it makes Buck want to punch something.

Maddie peers up at him with a sly tilt to her mouth, but instead of calling him on whatever she sees on his face, she simply says, "But I do think keeping this from Eddie is twisting you up a bit. Maybe you need to jump that hurdle before you can move forward."

He clicks his tongue and gives a reluctant nod, because she's right. As usual. "H-How do I tell him that I'm… you know."

"Okay," she says with a falsely bright smile and wide eyes, her tone needling. "If you can't even say it out loud, then maybe you shouldn't—"

"That I like men, Maddie, god," he whines, face hot. "You're so mean to me. Jesus, do you treat Chim like this?"

"Only when he asks really nicely," she says horrifyingly.

He sticks his fingers in his ears and starts shouting, "LA LA LA!"

Maddie cracks up, then gives his chest a conciliatory pat. Annoyed, he shrugs her off, which makes her laugh harder. "I'm your sister, doofus. I'm contractually obligated to piss you off until you do what I want sometimes. Didn't you read the handbook?"

Which makes him duck his head and laugh a little. "The handbook" was a running joke they had when they were kids about what siblings were and weren't allowed to do. He hasn't thought of the handbook since the whole thing with Doug, when he realized Maddie had been taken and a tiny voice in the back of the mind whispered, "According to the handbook, you're allowed to hunt him down like a dog and kill him."

Sighing, he leans into her and nods. "I know. I know I need to talk to Eddie. I-I just wish I had some kind of guarantee he's not going to—that nothing's gonna change when he finds out."

Leaning into him right back, Maddie promises, "If it does, I'll beat him up."

"Yeah?" He smiles, a little pleased by the thought. He wants to tell Tommy about it. But he can't. Not yet. "That in the handbook?"

"Page 53," she says, and hugs him.

#i need more buckley sibs interaction almost as much as i need more bucktommy #bucktommy #buckley siblings #maddie han #evan buckley

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peppermintquartz · 1 month

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Hi! If you could, would you write a ficlet for BuckTommy? Maybe a rainy night ficlet? 👀 Thank you so much!

Tommy wakes up to the sound of rain and no Evan. He finds the younger man seated in the kitchen, staring out the window. None of the lights are on.

Unsure of what Evan is up to, Tommy deliberately bumps against a wall to alert Evan of his presence. If Evan doesn't turn around, that means he's lost in thought, and Tommy may go back to bed to wait.

Evan glances over his shoulder. "Hey. Did I wake you?"

"No. Just wondering where you were," Tommy says. He grabs a kitchen chair and sets it next to Evan, but doesn't sit until the latter tugs his hand down. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking about Peru."

Evan has been to so many places. Tommy himself has been a a few interesting places, even outside of his deployment, but he has yet to explore much of South America. "What about Peru?"

"Tin roofs. When it rained, you could hear music. It was calming." While Evan doesn't share a lot about his nomadic days, he does sometimes reveal bits and pieces of himself that Tommy hoards jealously. "I'd lie awake in bed and just listen, picture the raindrops dancing on the roof."

Tommy combs his fingers through Evan's curls. The rain isn't too heavy, just a steady rain that Los Angeles sorely needed. It will ease the tension in Harbor for a bit, hopefully. The guys at work are already betting on the week the first wildfire will hit. Gallows humor.

While Peru sounds exotic and exciting, Tommy knows that Evan was traveling to find himself, find a purpose. He had been through that phase too, though he did not go all over the Americas. No, he enlisted and let the government send him across the world to fly planes in a war that should never have been.

There had hardly been any rain there.

Rising to his feet, he extends a hand to Evan. "C'mon."

Evan takes the hand, perplexed. "What are we doing?"

Tommy then drops to one knee to remove Evan's socks. Evan doesn't put up a fight about that, although he is very bemused, right up until the moment Tommy unlocks and opens the door to the backyard and pulls Evan after him, into the rain.

Laughing, Evan puts up a token protest, but lets himself be wrapped up in Tommy's arms and they sway along to the music of rain pattering on the roofs, the squelching sound of their bare feet on wet grass, the joy of being in the moment together, dancing in the rain.

And the hot shower afterwards makes everything ten times better.

#prompt: rainy night #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #tevan #kinley

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honeyedmiller · 8 months

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Law of Attraction — Chapter Five: Saudade

series masterlist | previous chapter | epilogue

rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: professor!joel, professor x student relations, plus size!reader, unresolved feelings at first, angst, lots of emotions, joel is an idiot (in love), flashbacks of sex, shower head masturbation, light alcohol consumption, brief pov swapping, teensy bit of fluff, there won’t be a super happy ending quite yet. no use of y/n.

word count: 4.2k

chapter synopsis: moving on has proven to be a lot harder than you’d both anticipated. when more feelings bubble to the surface, it may be too late to act upon them.

divider by @saradika-graphics

sau·da·de – /souˈdädə/ (noun): an emotional state of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for a beloved yet absent something or someone.

Adrienne had come home that night to find you agonizingly sobbing on your bedroom floor. The fight that ended things with Joel felt like it’d ripped your heart out as a whole, sewing your ribcage airtight so you could barely fucking breathe.

She sat on the floor and consoled you, shushing you as you cried into her neck. You felt like a fucking wreck, stuck in the abyss of darkness that had consumed you wholly after he walked out of the front door.

After your cries dwindled down into sporadic hiccups, you finally came clean to her about everything: how you’d been feeling the past month and a half, what Tess had told you, and how your breakdown was a result of holding back your true feelings for far too long.

Adrienne couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wasn’t mad at you in any sense of the matter, and she didn’t parade around with a sickeningly mockful ‘I told you so.’ She was infuriated with Joel.

Because, for fuck’s sake, how could he have suggested this whole ordeal with you knowing he didn’t have his shit resolved yet? If he still had uncharted feelings about the situation with his goddamn ex, he should’ve never touched you in the first place.

A woman, so eager and bright and full of free spirit, had been dwindled down to be filled with hopeless despair—light dulled and spirit trapped in the confines of what could’ve been.

It’d been a month since that very day, and you were slowly starting to feel like yourself again.

Tess kept her end of her promise, putting in a good word with the Los Angeles police department as they were in need of a forensic technician. The head of the forensics team had interviewed you over the phone for half an hour before deciding she wanted to meet you in person and talk about what the job would entail in greater detail. She said, in her own words, she needed some ‘fresh minds on her team.’

You were excited to go back home to visit your folks in the midst of this trip. You needed to create new memories, good memories this trip, because last time you were on the west coast you were getting relentlessly fucked by your former professor, accepting his offer to be friends with benefits.

You swore to yourself you’d never put yourself in such a situation ever again.

It humiliated you, made you feel foolish, hurt you—the list goes on—but it also taught you. It taught you patience, it taught you resilience, and it taught you the hardships of two emotionally damaged people trying to mold into one.

You’ll admit, you did miss Joel. Not in the same way you did when it hurt at first, but more so in a way that made you miss the familiarity that floated in the air every time you two were around each other. When you weren’t wracking your brain about your feelings for him, being around him was just… easy.

He was obviously super intelligible, always had something insightful to say, he was funny, and he actually listened to you in the aspect of daily life. He made you feel seen, which is something you don’t get often with people.

When your feelings for him weren’t harboring into the depths of your heart, a swirl of anticipation always clutched at you to be around him. You really did miss him.

You also missed the sex.

The price that it came with was hefty, but god—you missed the scrape of his facial hair against your trembling thighs, the thickness of his fingers scissoring in and out of you while praising how ‘fuckin’ perfect your pussy is’, his hot tongue swirling against your aching core with a shit-eating grin plastered to his lips as you came undone, his sweet-talking mouth that praised every single inch of your body, and his cock that seemed to connect you two and made it so goddamn difficult to tell where he ended and you began.

A knock on your bedroom door jostles you from your thoughts, and you turn to see Adrienne standing there with a smile on her face.

“You ready for tomorrow?” She asks, stepping into your room. She sits down next to your open luggage, reaching down to toy with the frayed knee on one of your packed jeans.

“I am. I’m excited. I always love going back home.”

And it was true. Texas had grown on you, but California would forever be your home. You missed the sunny weather and the near-constant blue skies.

“So,” She starts, laying both of her hands in her lap. “If you do get the offer, which I’m sure you will, I could find a job out there too. We could move together, you know, so you wouldn’t have to move back in with your parents.” She shrugs, as if what she proposed was the most nonchalant thing ever.

“Adri, are you serious?”

She smiles and nods her head. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve lived in Texas my whole life. You know how bad I’ve wanted to get out for some time now, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity.”

You shoved your suitcase further up the bed so you could sit next to her, wrapping your arms around her.

“I’d love it if we moved together, Adri. Truth be told I really wasn’t sure how I was going to navigate life without you being in a different state. Probably would’ve gone fucking insane.”

You both laugh as she reciprocates the affection.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, babe.” And for that, you were so grateful to have someone like her in your corner. Sometimes it felt like it was you and her against the world.

“Did you finish grading yet?” Tess asks Joel, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her chair. The restaurant they were in was relatively quiet, considering it was only the afternoon.

“I did. Wasn’t too bad.” Joel shrugged, cutting into his steak.

“Mm. That’s good. So what do you plan on doing now that you’re a free man for two and a half months?”

Joel’s heart sinks. He should be enjoying his vacation wrapped up in you, but because his pride got in the way, he lost you to something that meant a lot to him. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he was hoping he’d be able to gain it someday.

“Nothin’.” He’s curt with his answer, and Tess knows him all too well.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

”Why does it matter, Tess?” Joel’s exasperated at this point, really not in the mood to hear I told you so from his best friend. He knows he fucked up. He reminds himself that every single day when he goes to text you, fingers hovering over the keyboard because he doesn’t know the right thing to say. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I want you.

But it’s too late.

“Joel,” Tess sighs, shaking her head. “I’m not gonna say what you think I’m gonna say, but I do have one question.”

Joel looks up at her, her green eyes sincere.

“What is it?”

“Why didn’t you fight harder for her?”

Joel wasn’t expecting that. That question was like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of his lungs. Because, honestly, why didn’t he?

He shrugged at her.

He thinks it’d be easier to lie and say it was the age difference and you used to be his student and it’d be this whole weird thing, but Tess would see right through him. He knows exactly why, though.

He was terrified.

Terrified of getting too attached, terrified of getting hurt, terrified of admitting he was falling in love with you.

You just graduated. You’re just starting your life as a free woman. He didn’t want to be the one to hold you back.

He knows you can find someone so much better than him. Someone closer in age, someone that won’t dick you over or spring an awful proposal onto you like he did. Someone who could actually give you what you deserved, which was the whole goddamn world.

But what he didn’t know was that he had ruined every single man for you, ever. Nobody could compare to him.

There’s no way he’d ever get to know that though, because he fucking had you. And then he lost you.

The June sun was hot on your back as you unloaded your luggage from the back of your Uber. You had taken an early flight, so it was only around noon when you got to your parents’ house. You unlocked the front door and slipped off your sandals, wheeling your luggage into the living room, only to be met with silence.

“Mom? Dad?” You called out. More silence. You furrowed your brows and walked further into the house and into the kitchen, stopping when you saw a neon post-it slapped onto the middle of your fridge.

‘Hey sweetie, you’ll probably arrive home around noon, which means dad is still at work and I’ll be running some errands. Picking up some stuff from the grocery store, too. Making chicken parm tonight. Can’t wait to see you!

Love mom.’

You smile at her note before rolling your suitcase to your old room, deciding to shower first and then settle in.

Exhaustion consumes your body as the inviting droplets of water roll down your skin, warm water relaxing your aching muscles. You were nervous about meeting the head of forensics in two days. This could be a life-altering career for you, and you wanted nothing more.

Except for Joel, maybe, the depths of your mind sneer at you. You roll your eyes at yourself, ignoring that part of you that fucking aches for him on a near-constant basis. You failed, though. The ache was so bad that it had manifested itself into a pulsating, needy pang between your legs. You sighed as you snatched the shower head from its holder and lowered it between your flesh, warm water gliding over your throbbing cunt with the right amount of pressure.

God, missing him was already becoming too much.

You didn’t intend to fall asleep after your shower, but your bed was so comfy and you wanted to escape your overactive mind for a bit—so you slipped into a comfortable slumber. Your mom knocked on your door to wake you up, letting you know that dinner was almost done.

Dinner was full of catching up with your parents. It was nice to spend some time with them again. You hadn’t seen them since you graduated, and before that, Christmas break. It was harder to catch flights back to California just for the hell of it when you were in school, and now, you’re looking at the prospect of being a full-fledged Californian once more.

You were helping your mom clean up the kitchen, working off your post-meal coma that was surging over your body.

“Hey honey, are you okay?” Your mom asks as you dry the last of the dishes. You look at her perplexedly, not expecting that question at all.

“What do you mean?” You ask, putting away the dried dish.

“It’s just,” She starts, pursing her lips and sighing. “I don’t know, you seem different? I guess? It’s like you’re you but the real you isn’t really… there. Saw it at graduation too. The sadness in your eyes…” She trails off, looking at you with a bit of unease.

You didn’t think it’d be that noticeable, but things scarcely get past your mother.

You were almost thirty years old. Surely she wouldn’t be pissed at you for sleeping with your former professor, now, would she?

“I’ll tell you about it,” You say, eyes landing on a bottle of Pinot Grigio. “We might need this, though.” You snatch the bottle off the counter and grab two wine glasses, leading her out to the padded lounge chairs on the back patio.

She pours two hefty glasses, because the look on your face tells her everything she needs to know: it’s going to be a hell of a story.

And so you proceeded to tell her everything, aside from where you two had sex. She definitely didn’t need to know about you getting fucked by him in his office, bent over his desk as he—

“Wow. That’s… a lot.” She says, drinking in all of the information you threw her way.

“You’re not upset with me?” You ask, hiding a wobbling bottom lip behind your glass of wine. The lump in your throat made it harder for you to swallow the smooth drink.

“Honey, you’re a grown woman. You know what’s right from wrong, albeit I think you should’ve at least waited until after you graduated, as far as I’m concerned, it was two adults consenting to participate in adult activities.” She shrugs, and you sigh in relief.

“I promise I wasn’t sleeping with him for my grades or anything. I was already one of his top students before it all began.” You huff a laugh, and your mom shakes her head.

“That thought didn’t cross my mind once, sweetheart. It’s not you. It’s not your character,” She sips her wine with a meek hum, brows pinching together. “I don’t like what he did to you, though.” She shakes her head, looking at you.

“I agreed to it, though. Part of it is my fault for not telling him how I felt. I knew what I felt for him and I hadn’t voiced it once to him, so he was unaware.”

And you wondered now if things would’ve been different had you told him how you really felt.

His words, seared into your brain at this point, always repeated themselves: ‘It’s not my fault I didn’t live up to the expectations of myself that you created in your head.’

Maybe you wouldn’t have made those expectations up if you just fucking told him.

“He still shouldn’t have used you as a pawn to distract himself from his unresolved feelings about the thing with his ex.” She says, and you know she’s right. Adrienne said something similar to you not even three weeks ago.

“Yeah.” Was all you could muster up, swirling your wine around your glass.

“Do you think you have it in your heart to ever forgive him?” She asks, and your stomach twists into a knot. You’d never even thought about forgiving him. It was still too fresh of an open wound, one you were desperately trying to heal and close.

“Maybe someday.” It was an honest answer.

And that’s all you could really give her.

The next day, your mom had graciously decided to take you out for a little distraction from life as you knew it.

She took you for a drive down PCH in your dad’s beloved cherry red ‘65 Ford Mustang convertible, which is exactly what you needed. The sun was beaming brightly down on you both, the top down allowing the hot wind to wildly whip at your face. You leaned your crossed arms on top of the passenger door, laying your head down as you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment of serenity.

You missed home so much. You didn’t even want to go back to Texas, but you’d know by the end of the week if you were coming back here permanently or not. You figured you’d need to construct a plan B just in case this job didn’t end up working out, but you’d figure that out soon.

Right now, you just wanted to enjoy the summer sun and the time with your mom and the freeness you felt now that your mom knew everything.

The day went by quickly much to your disadvantage. You were nervous for what tomorrow would bring, hoping to god that you were impressive enough for them to at least consider you to be a part of the forensics team.

And you went into the huge facility the next day with a smile plastered on your face, showing you were genuinely happy to be there and how much you’d love the job. You hoped you weren’t being overeager.

The head of the forensics team, Margot, seemed to take a liking to you. She asked how you knew Tess, and you told her you met at the criminal justice expo a couple of months back.

It wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t want Joel to be a part of the conversation whatsoever, so you naturally skipped over the part that you met her through him.

Margot gave you a run-down of how things worked in that particular department, showing you the ins and outs of the place. She showed you all of the equipment and how it worked; what different positions in the job entailed; and what she was expecting of you, were you to be hired.

The prospect of you working on the forensics team for the LAPD had your stomach doing somersaults, and you had to constantly remind yourself that it wasn’t reality for you yet. You couldn’t get too ahead of yourself.

You thanked Margot for her time as she promised she’d keep in touch and let you know about the position by the end of the week at latest.

You got home that evening and Adrienne FaceTimed you right away. You felt like it went well, though you couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. Margot was a sweet woman, but her mannerisms gave very little away. All you could do at this point was just hope for the best.

That’s all you seemed you could really do right now in life, anyway.

Just hope for the best.

You got the job.

The call came in around ten in the morning on your way to the airport to fly back to Austin. You couldn’t believe it.

It’s like everything in your life was slowly clicking back into place, one by one.

You’d worked so hard in school, but you genuinely couldn’t have done this without Tess. You had to call and let her know.

You scrolled through your contacts and clicked her name, and within three rings she answered.

“Hello?”

”Hey, Tess. I have some great news.” Your voice is giddy and you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“I think I might know what it is.” She teased, prompting you to tell her.

“I got the job!”

“I knew you would, sweetheart, congratulations. We should get a drink to celebrate. Make it a whole thing.” Her voice rings with sincerity, and you can’t seem to wipe the smile from your face.

“Love to. I don’t start until late August, so I have a month and a half to pack and move.”

“That’s great! If you need help, Misty and I wouldn’t mind lending a hand.”

“Thanks Tess. And thank you so much for putting in a word for me. I wouldn’t have gotten this job without you.”

“You did all of the hard work. I was just a referencer.” She laughs, and you can’t help but beam.

“Hey I gotta go, my flight is being called to board. But I’ll see you real soon.” You say, and hear her chuckle on the other end of the line.

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

A month and a half passed by in the blink of an eye. You and Adrienne were leaving tomorrow to head for California with all your stuff in tow.

It felt so surreal, leaving Texas behind to start something new for yourself—something you worked so hard for. Adrienne couldn’t have been more supportive of you starting anew, which is why she insisted you both invite your friends to a local bar as a last hoorah before you took off in the morning.

You were all smiles tonight, taking a couple of shots with friends before settling on a Cosmo to babysit for awhile.

You even invited Tess and Misty, wanting to say ‘see you later’ instead of ‘goodbye’, because you ultimately knew you’d be seeing them again.

And, deep down, a part of you wishes you could physically say goodbye to Joel. Thank him for everything he’s taught you—inside and outside of the classroom—and put your past with him completely behind you.

You didn’t want to go to California with any loose ends, because again, the whole purpose was to start fresh.

You didn’t dwell on it too much. You were there to celebrate with your friends and have a good time… which you were, until the man that had been lingering in the back of your mind for two and a half months unexpectedly made an appearance.

You were talking with Adrienne, Tess and Misty before all three of them went silent, eyes averting behind you. You looked at them with confusion before turning around, heart dropping to your stomach.

Joel.

“What’s he doing here?” Panic seized your body, not expecting to see him at all. The part of you that wanted to say goodbye was relieved to see him, and the other part of you—the part that craved him for so long, wishing everything was different—was mortified.

“I actually invited him.” Adrienne said, sympathy in her eyes as you furrowed your brows.

“What—?”

“Just- just hear him out, okay?” She asks, and you place your watered-down Cosmo on the sticky bar top, giving her an unsure look before turning around to face him. He didn’t look much different, but his eyes were tired.

A pang of hurt seized your chest, and you swallowed harshly before making your way to him.

“Joel.” You sound breathless. Your eyes must’ve been wide and strewn with confusion.

He offers a small, lopsided smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey. Can we talk?” He asks, voice sounding a bit unsure, a trait that’s very unlike Joel.

You nod, and he jerks his head toward the bar door to walk outside. Your shoes scuff over the pavement, humid summer night air sticking tackily to your body. The sounds of Life in the Fast Lane by the Eagles fades into the background with all of the chatty patrons of the bar, leaving the distant call of the cicadas to become the forefront of noise in the night.

“So,” You begin, not exactly sure what he wants to talk about.

“Couple of things. First and foremost, I wanna apologize to you, darlin.’ For every single thing that’s happened. You were a student of mine and I shouldn’t have—” He swallows, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have done anything with you then. ‘N I most certainly shouldn’t’ve offered that stupid fuckin’ friends with benefits bullshit to you.” His eyes are trained on his worn out boots, hands knotting behind his back.

“Joel—”

“Darlin’, you deserved so much better. I want you to know that I was never ashamed to be with you. You’re gorgeous, your body is beautiful, you’re so brilliant. Everythin’ about you is a dream. I was selfish and I was terrified of gettin’ hurt again. I spent so long building up walls to protect myself ‘n my peace, and then you came into my life chippin’ away at it so easily. I didn’t know what to do, so I panicked. Kept pullin’ you in and pushin’ you away so I wouldn’t be the one that ended up hurt. But I hurt you in the end and I can’t tell you how fuckin’ sorry I am.”

His dark gaze is locked on you then, and you feel the backs of your eyes burning, tears threatening to spill to the forefront. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? It’s not every day you get a heartfelt apology from a man who really did a fucking number on you.

“What’s the second thing?” Your voice is meek, crossing your arms over your chest. He’s hesitant at first, but he sighs as he takes a small step toward you.

“I really fuckin’ miss you.” His eyes were full of sadness, regret, anguish. All telltale to you that he was being completely sincere.

You didn’t want to give in. You didn’t want it to be that easy, answering his beck and call. But it was Joel— the man who made you feel things nobody else has, the man who frustrated you and liberated you simultaneously, the man who fucking ruined every single man for you ever again.

You were a strong woman. You knew that. He knew that. But Joel had chipped away at your walls, too.

Eye for an eye.

“I miss you too,” You whisper, tears on your waterline now. “But I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Sweetheart,” Joel coos, reaching out for you. It took you a second, but you willingly let yourself succumb to the warm, familiar embrace of the man that you so desperately, secretly longed for all this time. “I promise you I won’t hurt you again. Cross my heart ‘n hope to die.” Joel’s voice holds so much promise.

Everything felt okay again. It felt right as you buried your face into his neck, clutching fistfuls of the soft material of his shirt.

And then it hit you—

“Joel,” You gasp, sad tears streaming down your face endlessly, body wracked with broken sobs. “I’m moving to LA. I leave for California tomorrow.”

Joel’s face falters, tears in his eyes as he pulls you into him tighter, kissing your temple as you both stand in the parking lot, sobs joining the song of cicadas.

What you’d lost once was in your grip again, only for it to slip through your fingers like sand—twelve hundred miles soon to be separating what could’ve been.

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goofy prompts: Buck gets chosen by the magical object of your choice to be a super hero (lantern ring, miraculous, sailor moon style, as you like! )

Ooh, nice choice 😆 Okay, let' make this work!

Magical Guy Tommy Kinard

Buck had thought something was... weird about his boyfriend. Not in a bad way, no. But there were moments where, when disaster struck, Tommy would run away and say that he had to get to Harbor Station for an emergency call.

And.

And Buck had talked to Lucy about this yesterday, only for Buck to find out that Tommy in fact wasn't going to Harbor Station for air ambulance duty whenever something major happened to the city of Los Angeles. Which made Buck wonder - where was Tommy going? And what was he doing?

Buck was going to just ask Tommy point blank.

He really was.

But then.

He saw it.

A fucking transformation sequence.

Buck wasn't even trying to sneak up on Tommy or anything. He was heading to Tommy's front door just as he got the alert about the earthquake.

And there Tommy was.

At the edge of what Buck could see in the window looking into Tommy's living room.

Watching as - as Tommy did a wild amount of choreo with a wand before lights and colors and sparkles appeared over him, transforming him into a - a very vibrant sailor uniform.

Into The Hot Sailor Pilot that was always on the news.

Before.

Wow, how was Tommy so bad at keeping his secret identity a secret (how was Buck so blind to it for a month of dating this guy?)? Because the man was running out his front door and bumping into Buck!

"Uh," said Tommy, as if he forgot about the Muay Thai lessons, "I can explain."

"Yeah. Later. Uh, the earthquake, right? I'll see you after you help with disaster relief," said Buck, who felt like he was taking this whiplash of news pretty damn well.

"Thank you. I lo - like you. I like you," said Tommy as he gave Buck a big hug, "I'll explain everything later!"

And with that, Tommy flew off into the sky.

And.

Evan, despite himself and knowing that this was a serious revelation, wondered if there was a time limit to superpowers from a magic wand or if they could use that for sex.

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rdng1230 · 1 month

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Random orphan scenes

Since I'm done with the multi chapter I was going back to some of my old bucktommy WIP's and I cannot remember where I was going with some scenes in one of them and honestly wherever I was going with it I kinda don't want to write anymore but I do still like the scenes so here ya go:

“So I see he didn’t crash and kill you both.” Eddie pants as he dodges a couple of Tommy’s quick punches. “I like to think,” Eddie’s returned blow grazes off Tommy’s left shoulder, “I’m not a bad teacher.”

They continue their sparring around the center of Tommy’s garage, fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above them. The sun had set but the Los Angeles heat hadn’t gone with it. Both of them wore ratty black tank tops, mostly just to have something to dab up the sweat.

The two had fallen into a quick routine since their meeting at Harbor a few weeks ago. Tommy’d met Christopher picking up his father for a basketball game. It was pretty much impossible not to be charmed by the kid. He also had the added benefit of not having to be asked for intel on Evan. He opened up immediately upon knowing that Tommy had flown his father and his Buck, Tommy’d raised an eyebrow at that one, into a hurricane.

“Wow, so what does this superhero do on his off hours?” Tommy had inquired, after Chris was done recounting the tale of Buck and his father saving a girl in a runaway hot air balloon. Tommy’s budding crush was growing a little more with every story. Chris paused, “We play a lot of video games,” he starts, “Buck’s always trying to get his recipes right so we cook and bake a lot together.”

Eddie landed a punch straight to Tommy’s sternum, jerking him back to the present. His breath sputters and Eddie looks almost apologetic before his smirk returns “You daydreaming, Kinard?” he taunts good-naturedly.

“Maybe a little,” Tommy says, lifting his knee. “Not enough to lose though.” With a leftward push to the abdomen he shoves Eddie out of the ring.

—-

Back at the Diaz house, Buck lounged out on the couch watching Chris do his math homework. Chris had now surpassed the point where Buck or his Dad could really assist. Eddie was in the kitchen catching up on dishes when there was a knock at the door.

“Are we expecting anybody?” Eddie called to the living room.

“Yeah yeah, It’s Tommy.” Buck responded. “He’s picking me up.” Eddie could hear Buck’s tall frame rise from the sofa and start toward the door but Eddie had him beat.

On the porch, Tommy started at the sound of the swing door opening. Eddie was wearing a dish towel over his shoulder with Evan a pace or two behind.

Eddie made a move to hug Tommy but Buck barrelled past him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders while Tommy’s instinctively wrapped around his waist. Tommy gave Evan a tender kiss to the cheek. Opening his eyes, he found Eddie’s gaze had remained fixed, and an unidentifiable emotion flashed in it, gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Releasing Tommy from the hug, Evan grasped his hand and started pulling him toward the car.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna say goodbye to Cristopher?” Eddie called after him, crossing his arms.

Buck bent backwards to get a clear view of the front door around Tommy’s broad shoulders. “Chris, I love you buddy, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Buck called into the hallway.

There was a pause, the sound of Chris putting down his paper and pencil and leaning towards the back of the couch. “Love you too Buck!” he called.

Buck flashed Eddie a cocky grin and climbed into the passenger seat. When Tommy joined him in the driver’s, Evan immediately seized back his hand. Tommy loved how much his boyfriend seemed to need to touch him in some way all the time. “Thanks for picking me up, babe.” Tommy looked to his side mirror as they made the turn off Bedford, catching sight of Eddie still looking at them from the porch.

“It’s no problem.”

—-

Was I going for pining Eddie? Was I going for "being worried about Buck drifting away from him and Chris" Eddie? Was I going for a totally separate Gay! Eddie arc? fuck if I know.

Absolutely nuts how you can read your own writing even just two three months later and it's like somebody else entirely wrote it. Like "Damn where is this bitch going with this? Motherfucker this bitch is YOU?!?!?"

#tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bucktommy #possibly buddie??? I honestly don't remember???

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vorepred223311 · 23 days

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**Title: The Dark Side of Fame**

In the shadowy confines of a forgotten alleyway in Los Angeles, where discarded dreams mingled with the scent of old trash, Stephen Amell leaned against a graffiti-covered wall. The stars above shimmered, oblivious to the twisted feelings that stirred within him. He had seen the success of his cousin Robbie Amell, and while pride may have been the reaction of most, Stephen felt an insatiable hunger—one that had lingered since childhood.

Growing up together, they were inseparable. Their laughter echoed through family gatherings, their dreams intertwined like the branches of the trees they often climbed. But beneath the surface of this brotherly bond, Stephen harbored a dark secret. Imagined scenarios of swallowing Robbie whole danced in his mind like a twisted fairy tale, fantasies he would never voice.

As the years flew by, life propelled them down different paths. Fame tugged Robbie into the glinting lights of Hollywood while Stephen struggled for clarity, trapped in the shadow of his cousin's success. But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again when they both landed roles in a new series, igniting a long-dormant craving within Stephen.

It was then that the seed was planted in his mind—this was his chance. With the right tactic, he could reclaim his childhood fantasy. He decided to lure Robbie into a false sense of security, playing the part of the supportive cousin, the charming confidant. Late-night talks over takeout dinners became a routine; laughter filled the air, but beneath it, Stephen’s intentions simmered.

One fateful evening, as crimson twilight settled over the city, Stephen invited Robbie for a quick visit to “catch up.” The location—an alleyway behind their favorite diner—felt nostalgic, drawing them both into memories of simpler times. The damp air was thick with tension as they reminisced. Stephen listened closely, feigning interest, while his heart raced at the thought of what was to come.

“You know, we’ve always been tight,” he said, leaning in closer, his voice low and almost conspiratorial. “I always thought it was just you and me against the world. Like when we were kids…”

Robbie chuckled, oblivious to the agenda. “Yeah, you were always looking out for me, Stephen. I appreciate that.”

That was the moment Stephen had waited for. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his intentions wrapping around Robbie like a serpent. The reality of his twisted desire burst forth. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. In one smooth motion, he engulfed Robbie whole; the moment was surreal, a culmination of fantasy and reality.

Robbie struggled within him, panic radiating from his every movement. Stephen caressed his bulging belly, feeling the weight of his cousin twist and squirm, a sick thrill coursing through him. There was no remorse, only a dark satisfaction that surged like adrenaline. He could almost hear Robbie's muffled protests, melding into an ambient symphony, drowned out by the cacophony of his thoughts.

As the stricken look on Robbie's face faded into confusion, then acceptance, Stephen leaned against the alley wall. He savored the feel of his cousin, the struggling, the warmth; it was everything he had imagined and more. He could feel Robbie’s life dwindling, the panic ebbing away, and it filled him with an odd sense of power.

With nobody around to witness his crime, Stephen reveled in the solitude of the moment. He whispered tender, spiteful words into the darkness of the alley, a juxtaposition of affection and greed. The city throbbed around him, alive and teeming with life, while he became a silent predator, basking in the malevolence of his own making.

The shadows in the alley deepened, and as night fell, Stephen emerged, a subtle smirk on his face. He felt lighter, liberated from the bonds of a childhood fantasy that had morphed into a horrifying reality. The world continued to spin; he would get away with it—because who would suspect the charming, beloved cousin of killing his own family?

As he walked away, the alleyway behind him faded into a quiet graveyard of secrets. In that moment, Stephen Amell was not just an actor; he was a monster, and he relished every dark thrill that came with it.

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, June 1st

Ethan: I'm subcontracting. It's Trick you want. I'm just helping him collect a tribute... for a demon. Giles: He's lying. Hit him! Buffy: I don't think he is, and shut up. Giles: (excitedly) You're *my* Slayer, (points at Ethan) go knock his teeth down his thr... Buffy: (interrupts) Giles!

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Gemini, Chapter 8 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

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Keep You Ghosted, Chapter 9 by hydranjenna (Buffy/Spike, M)

We're in this together, Chapter 6 by AnkiKind (Spike & Scoobies, M)

Greatest Love Story - Postlude, Chapter 17 by FalseGinger (Angel/Spike, M)

Ever After After The Fall, Chapter 15 by aboutafox (Buffy/Angel, M)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapter 53 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) (Willow/Tara, ensemble, E)

I hate the way, Chapter 17 by DancingAngel0013 (Buffy/Giles, E)

Greatest Love Story - Prelude, Chapter 5 by FalseGinger (Angel/Spike, M)

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When Worlds Collide, Chapter 2 by CorsetedPrincess (Willow/Tara, Harry Potter crossover, T)

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Fanvid: Buffy & Spike I fell in Love with the Devil (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by Moon Child

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These images and documents, all of which are available via the National Archives (archives.gov), show a part of United States history that should never be forgotten.

Image Caption: Oakland, California, April 1942. Part of family unit of Japanese ancestry leave Wartime Civil Control Administration station on afternoon of evacuation, under Civilian Exclusion Order Number 28. Social worker directs these evacuees to the waiting bus.

"On February 19, 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066, stripping people of Japanese descent of their civil rights. That order and the subsequent actions carried out by the Federal Government represent one of the most shameful chapters in our Nation’s history. On this Day of Remembrance of Japanese American Incarceration During World War II, we acknowledge the unjust incarceration of some 120,000 Japanese Americans, approximately two-thirds of whom were born in the United States." — President Biden, 2022

Image Caption: Los Angeles, California, April 1942. Mr. and Mrs. K. Iseri have closed their drugstore in preparation for the forthcoming evacuation from their "Little Tokyo" in Los Angeles.

The State Library's California Civil Liberties Public Education Grants are part of our efforts to shine a light on this dark time in our history. The California Civil Liberties Public Education Program funds projects which seek to spread awareness of civil liberties injustices of all types — including, but not limited to, the internment of Japanese Americans during Word War II.

Image Caption: Oakland, California. Following evacuation orders, this store, at 13th and Franklin Streets, was closed. The owner, a University of California graduate of Japanese descent, placed the "I AM AN AMERICAN" sign on the store front on Dec. 8, the day after Pearl Harbor.

The deadline for grant applications is April 14, 2023. To learn more, and to submit an application, please visit the Civil Liberties Program page at https://www.library.ca.gov/grants/civil-liberties/.

Image Caption: Document from “Evacuee Property Department” with handwritten numbers showing the number of evacuees, vehicles, and property under Civilian Exclusion Order Number 23 (Vacaville).

Image Caption: Page one of the Official Exclusion Order (sometimes also called Evacuation Order) for Multnomah County, Oregon. “Instructions to all persons of Japanese ancestry” is written in large letters across the top.

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Time presides with little meaning when you are so ceaseless a creature. Yet it comes by experience, through the eyes of own repressed god hood, that kaen understands the turning of the world. And knows that quite a while now has passed since Michael has been cast into their life, as if in blessing.

And in some queer way, he has been. At least, they've not been more content since opening themself to him and his influence. Perhaps that must mean something, perhaps that is the impetus for why they speak now, tone low and contemplative, "... D'ye know tha' Kaen's not m'name?" He might have gathered as such, they figured. Kaen glances over to him, harbored there in the shadows, "not really. Ah... Ah los' th' right ta' m'real name a long time ago but..." they take a breath, "'s Kaëltyr." The single namesake falls into the room like an invocation, a chant of ancient power looming between them. It's dangerous to give him their name, being both fae and god... but what have they to lose?

@strywoven

michael's laugh is felt, not heard. a rattling in the bones, a scrape of a shiver along the spine. it's felt, deep in the marrow and that should be the first sign that something has gone horribly wrong. because for all that michael has made it very obvious he isn't of this world, has shown bits and pieces of himself to his little cur, the wretched little thing he was 'ordered' to take care of, he's never let himself slip this far. it's like he can't be bothered to hold onto himself anymore, like he doesn't care what they see, doesn't care if he scares them.

why would he?

he has their name.

their true name, lost rights or not, it's still theirs, it's still what they were given and no one can take that away from them. no force on earth can cast off a god's name once it's been bestowed. not even death.

and now michael has it.

"oh you are so delightful my little cur." eldritch angel stands and approaches, his wings ichor stained and dripping. they leave streaks behind on faintly furred skin as he drapes them over kaen. claws tip their head back, to make them look at him. force it. watches the light show of their cheeks and the way his wings devour the glow. just the same way he's going to devour them one of these days. eat them up, body and soul and true name until they belong to him.

were they not given to him? does he not have a right to them?

"kaëltyr," he purrs, their name twisting over his tongue as his own tainted divinity presses against it. pokes and prods at it, screws it up and smooths it out until he knows every angle of it. until it's his, just like they are. "kaëltyr." he repeats it against their ear, delivering a sharp nip. "kaëltyr." again as hands skin up along their back, a bite of claws. "kaëltyr." a chant of his own, calling up the power of the name, forcing it to matter. stolen or taken or lost, who cares, he's not of this world and those rules don't apply to him. "kaëltyr." forcing it to be his. to bind it beside his own.

he hasn't looked away from them, not even for a second. eyes might be hidden from view but they're on the arc of his wings, mother of pearl shimmer in the dark, cataloguing every reaction.

"shall i thank you? for giving me such a wonderful gift?" he teeth are cruel as he grins at them, hands curling under thighs to hoist them up, forcing legs to wrap around him. "shall i tell you my own name? so that i can have you scream it for me? would you worship me, i wonder. pray to your god? and i am, am i not, now that you've given me your name. foolish darling, to give me something so precious. there's no getting rid of me now. not when i have it. not when i have you."

#michael rp #kaen #eldritch angel #// on todays episode of what the fuck have we done?#michael just basically married kaen

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@angie-long-legs - continued from here, referencing here and here.

The past three weeks had been utter Hell for Valentino. Angel Dust had been dismissed, yes; sent off with a care package of sorts, including but not limited to vials of non-Love Potion pheromone to keep his addiction at bay, a generous helping of his favorite drugs, an even more generous helping of money, as well as a card that said "don't contact me, don't bother coming to work - V."

This month had harbored the most acting that Valentino had done since his career as an actual actor. He hadn't starred in new films, however, and he hadn't decided to return to the stage. He hadn't even put on a private show for Vox. This kind of acting was different— an all-encompassing urge to be himself; to seem fine, to seem strong, to be obsessively, totally perfect and violent and showy and all the things that made Val Val. In this, it was painfully evident that Valentino was not fine, not strong, and not anywhere close to his standard sense of self.

It felt to him like he was suppressing the urge to break down again with every day that passed. For years, he'd thought about killing Angel-- more times than he could count, even, and had stopped himself (or been stopped by Vox or Velvette) each and every time. There was always some reason not to try, not to start— and then there had been that day, with the couch and the gun and the horrific realization that he had been about to put a bullet in his reflection. His volatile, high, drunk-off-his-rocker mind had cooked up a fake reality based on his own paranoia and the flakes of his own past, one that he'd locked far, far away for his own good.

Angel Dust was Valentino, and Valentino was Angel Dust.

And yet not quite.

Angel Dust, heart of gold, was Valentino's property. His favorite toy, his broken vase, his self portrait and his abused puppy, wrapped tight and pretty in a sparkling roseate bow. Angel was what could have been. Angel was what had been, might have been, but was not and never would be.

Valentino had known what he himself had wanted from the very start, and there was not a single thing that could have stopped him from achieving it. Angel had blown that chance, the chance to be more— he didn't want it. He never had, and yet Val had convinced himself that he did.

And that he was coming for it.

The guilt was maddening enough to leave the star on 'read' for the entirety of his time away.

But now? Right now?

Valentino was sweating, too. An ungodly combination of hot and cold, chest rising and falling with unsteady, heaved breaths. The banshee-like shrieking had horrified him awake, and his bare skin felt like it had been doused in ice. He'd shot up and immediately reached for the light switch, and had almost yanked the lamp off its table in the process.

"No. Angie. Wait," he breathed. Before Angel could rise, Val's hand shot out and clamped around the spider's wrist, pulling him back down. Maybe not the best idea.

Force was the only language Val was fluent in, though... and his shrill, almost pleading voice was a stark contrast to the power of his fist.

"You don't have to..." Val appealed. "Stay? Please?"

He blinked at him with round, tired, almost desperate eyes before he crawled closer, dragging the blanket along with him, and hesitantly felt his hands up Angel's body. He only touched the top part, however; the spider's arms and shoulders, sides and then head, as he attempted to wrap him in a loose, shaking embrace.

He did not lay so much as a finger on Angel's chest fur.

"Baby..." Val whined, touching his forehead to Angel's. His heart was still racing, and he wondered if Angel could feel it. The hug tightened somewhat; Angel was like snow on his flesh.

"Baby, baby... shhhh, amorcito. You were dreaming." Val swallowed. "It's okay. You're safe. I lo—"

No.

"... I'm not upset..."

Angel having nightmares in Val's bed was far from a new occurrence. It had been happening for years, and Valentino scarcely showed him mercy for it, let alone understanding or kindness. When Angel had his smaller nightmares, and jumped up in bed, tossed and turned, or muttered softly to himself, Val often just pretended that he was still out cold and feigned being very, very unaware. The more primal Angel's reaction was, though, the more savage Val became. Slightly more obnoxious tossing and turning meant that Angel was getting kicked by the pimp, or otherwise battered under the covers (Val sometimes faked sleep for this, too; other times, he accompanied the slight beating with a sharp demand to stop), even though Valentino himself was horribly guilty of thrashing around, nightmare or no.

Screaming or especially disruptive moving, however, always got Angel yanked out of bed and thrown to the floor— and, depending on how awake Val was, Angel sometimes earned himself a small thrashing before he was kicked out.

This was not that. Val was just holding him and letting him tremble and hyperventilate, an anxiety-ridden, far away look in his own eyes.

Tonight's nightmare was by far the worst one Angel had ever had around him, and he was confident that he knew why.

Val tried rubbed soothing patterns into Angel's back with his thumb, his own chin and mouth somewhat resting against the spider's shoulder, antennae drooped forward over his forehead. Poor Angel, Val thought. Poor, wretched Angel, gorgeous Angel, his Angel; a priceless heirloom that had been bashed against the wall over and over and over again by some cretin who valued it not. Instead of beauty, it bled tears and seeped crimson through its cracks.

Valentino could guess exactly what Angel had been dreaming about.

"Was it...?" the moth started, and then stopped. His mouth felt dry, and the words became lodged in his throat. Red-hot shame rushed straight to his face.

This was new.

"Did I do it...?" he asked.

Barely more than a whisper, should saying it any louder make it reality.

#angie-long-legs #♠️ : big v / valentino.#abuse tw #assault tw #violence tw #{ all in the past! but still }#val and angel tw #{ OKAYYYYY ENJOY. }#{ lacyyyy oh lacyyyyy }

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Unraveling Love, Secrets, and Self in "Tell Me Three Things" – A Contemporary YA Saga Jesse Holmes grapples with the chaos of teenage life under the weight of a new stepfamily, a cross-country move, and the unbearable emptiness left by her mother's death. As she navigates the minefield of a prestigious Los Angeles high school, an unexpected lifeline comes her way in an anonymous email from a "Somebody/Nobody" (SN). Here begins the enthralling journey of "Tell Me Three Things" by Julie Buxbaum, a contemporary YA novel that uniquely fuses romance, mystery, and the quest for identity. This emotionally charged story resonates profoundly with readers who’ve battled the turbulence of adolescence, a poignant reminder of our intrinsic need for connection and understanding. "Tell Me Three Things" brilliantly tackles themes of loneliness, grief, and the search for self, shedding light on the struggles that many young adults face in today's disconnected world. It’s a narrative that not only captivates with its unfolding romance and identity mystery but also empowers readers by addressing mental wellness and resilience. This book serves as a beacon for those in the dark, proving that no one is ever truly alone in their battles. Plot The plot of "Tell Me Three Things" revolves around Jessie Holmes, a teenage girl grappling with the recent death of her mother and a sudden relocation to Los Angeles. Losing her mom turns her world upside down, and moving from Chicago to LA to live with her dad and his new wife only adds to her struggles. In her new private high school, Jessie feels lost and friendless until she receives an anonymous email offering guidance and friendship. This email correspondence becomes a lifeline for her, intertwining the mystery of the identity of her anonymous friend with her journey of self-discovery. As she navigates through school, new friendships, and potential romances, Jessie slowly uncovers the identity of her secret friend, leading to a heartfelt and surprising revelation. Characters The central character, Jessie Holmes, is meticulously crafted as a relatable and resilient teenager dealing with significant life changes. Ethan, a seemingly aloof musician, is more complex than he first appears, harboring his own set of secrets and emotional wounds. SN (Somebody/Nobody), the anonymous email friend, plays a crucial role in the narrative, blending support and mystery. Dri and Agnes, Jessie’s newfound friends at her private school, beautifully illustrate the complexities of forming new friendships. The adults, including Jessie’s father and his new wife, Rachel, offer a contrasting perspective on her struggles, each coping with their own challenges in adapting to a blended family. Writing Style The writing style in "Tell Me Three Things" is contemporary, engaging, and approachable, making it accessible to a young adult audience. Buxbaum employs a conversational tone, peppering the narrative with humor and wit that bring Jessie’s inner thoughts vividly to life. The use of emails and instant messages as a narrative device adds a layer of authenticity and immediacy, allowing readers to connect more intimately with Jessie’s experiences and emotions. Throughout the novel, Buxbaum maintains a balance between light-hearted moments and deeper, more poignant passages, reflecting the varied emotional landscape of teenage life. Setting The setting of "Tell Me Three Things" is primarily Los Angeles, with its stark contrast from Jessie’s previous home in Chicago serving to underscore her disorientation and feeling of alienation. The high school, with its cliques and social hierarchies, is depicted with vivid realism, capturing the challenges of fitting into a new environment. The city’s sunny disposition ironically contrasts with Jessie’s internal storm, creating a poignant juxtaposition. Additionally, the descriptions of Jessie’s home life and the cultural nuances of LA contribute to the overall sense of place, making the setting an integral backdrop to her journey.

Unique Aspects One of the unique aspects of "Tell Me Three Things" is the integration of modern communication technology into the storytelling. The anonymous emails from SN (Somebody/Nobody) are not only a plot device but also a reflection of contemporary ways teens connect and form relationships. Another distinctive feature is the novel’s exploration of grief and loss within the framework of a young adult romance. Jessie’s emotional journey is deeply intertwined with her attempts to process her mother’s death and adjust to her changed family dynamics. This adds depth and complexity to what might otherwise be a conventional high school romance story. Young Adult Fiction Young adult fiction often tackles themes relevant to teenagers, such as identity, belonging, and emotional growth. In "Tell Me Three Things," these themes are explored through Jessie’s experiences of moving to a new city and school, forming new friendships, and dealing with the loss of her mother. The genre's appeal lies in its ability to mirror the real-life struggles and triumphs of its audience, offering both a sense of understanding and escapism. The authenticity in character voices and realistic dialogues is crucial, with authors like Julie Buxbaum creating narratives that resonate deeply with young readers by reflecting their own lived experiences and emotions. Romance Story The romance story in "Tell Me Three Things" is delicately woven into the larger narrative, offering a tender and heartfelt subplot without overshadowing Jessie’s personal growth. The anticipation and mystery surrounding SN’s true identity add an element of suspense to the romantic angle. Unlike many young adult romances that can be formulaic, the relationship that unfolds in this novel feels genuine and earned. Jessie’s interactions with potential love interests take time to develop, reflecting a realistic progression from friendship to romance. This approach provides readers with a gratifying emotional pay-off as the characters evolve and their connections deepen. Identity Mystery The identity mystery of SN provides a compelling hook that keeps readers engaged throughout the novel. The anonymous nature of SN’s emails adds an intriguing layer to the story, prompting readers to piece together clues alongside Jessie. This element of mystery not only drives the plot forward but also encourages readers to think critically about identity and perception. SN’s anonymity allows for a candid and honest exchange between the characters, revealing truths about themselves even as they hide their identities. This dynamic explores the complexities of who we are versus how we present ourselves, a theme that resonates strongly in the context of teenage self-discovery. Emotional Journey Jessie’s emotional journey is at the heart of "Tell Me Three Things," depicting the raw and tumultuous path of navigating grief, change, and new beginnings. Her interactions with SN and her evolving relationships at school contribute to her emotional growth and resilience. The novel carefully balances the exploration of sorrow and loss with moments of joy and personal triumph. This emotional authenticity is a hallmark of effective young adult fiction, capturing the intense and often contradictory feelings that accompany adolescence. As Jessie confronts her fears and insecurities, readers are invited to reflect on their own emotional journeys, fostering empathy and self-awareness. Contemporary Novel "Tell Me Three Things" is a quintessential contemporary novel, grounded in the current realities of teenage life. Its incorporation of technology, such as emails and texting, reflects the modern ways in which young people communicate. The novel also tackles contemporary issues such as blended families, fitting into new social environments, and the impact of social media on relationships. By situating its narrative in a setting familiar to today’s teens, the novel creates a relatable and immersive experience. Contemporary references

and cultural touchpoints further anchor the story in the present, making it resonate more deeply with its intended audience. Pros of Young Adult Fiction Young adult fiction often features relatable characters, thus providing an immediate connection for its audience. The themes and settings are contemporary, making them easy to understand and engaging for younger readers. These stories usually emphasize personal growth, encouraging readers to relate their own experiences to those of the characters. This genre also tends to be fast-paced, maintaining the reader's attention and making it less likely for them to abandon the story midway. Cons of Young Adult Fiction While the focus on youthful perspectives can be engaging, it may lack depth for older readers seeking more complexity. Predictable plotlines can make the stories feel monotonous, reducing long-term engagement. The simplistic language often used can sometimes come across as condescending, alienating more advanced readers. Additionally, heavy reliance on popular tropes can result in stereotypical characters and situations, diminishing the impact of the narrative. Pros of Romance Romance novels offer a high level of emotional engagement, making it easy for readers to become invested in the characters' relationships. These stories provide an escape from reality, fulfilling the reader's desire for fantasy and idealized love scenarios. The emotional highs and lows create a dynamic reading experience that can be very compelling. The genre's universal themes, such as love and loss, make it accessible to a broad audience. Cons of Romance The predictability of 'happily ever after' outcomes can make romance novels less thrilling for some readers. Over-reliance on clichés and formulaic plots can result in a lack of originality, rendering the story forgettable. Often, characters in romance novels can be one-dimensional, with motivations and actions driven solely by their romantic interest, resulting in shallow character development. The genre can sometimes perpetuate unrealistic relationship standards, impacting readers' real-life expectations. Pros of Identity Mystery Identity mystery creates a compelling and intriguing storyline that captures the reader's attention. The quest for self-discovery or unearthing hidden truths keeps the narrative suspenseful, encouraging continued engagement. Complex characters and plot twists add depth to the storyline, enhancing the overall reading experience. This sub-genre often tackles challenging themes such as personal history and societal roles, which can lead to meaningful reflections for the reader. Cons of Identity Mystery Complex plotlines can sometimes be confusing, particularly if not well-executed, leading to reader frustration. The constant questioning and suspense may become tiresome, potentially causing readers to lose interest. Overuse of red herrings and misleading clues can make the story feel manipulative rather than genuinely surprising. Additionally, the focus on the mystery element may come at the expense of character development, making it difficult for readers to form emotional connections with the characters. Pros of Emotional Journey Stories centered around emotional journeys often provide profound insights into the human condition, offering readers a chance to reflect on their own lives. Such narratives typically involve complex characters whose growth over time adds depth to the storyline. Emotional highs and lows keep the reader engaged, creating a memorable reading experience. This genre also promotes empathy, allowing readers to experience and understand diverse emotional landscapes and personal struggles. Cons of Emotional Journey Overly intense emotional narratives can be draining and overwhelming for some readers, making them less inclined to revisit the book. Pacing can be an issue, as prolonged focus on emotional development might slow down the plot, causing the narrative to drag. Sometimes the heavy focus on emotions

can come off as melodramatic, alienating readers who prefer more subtle or balanced storytelling. Additionally, the subjective nature of emotional content can make it hit-or-miss depending on the reader’s personal experiences. Pros of Contemporary Novel Contemporary novels often tackle current societal issues, making them highly relevant and thought-provoking. Realistic settings and scenarios make the stories relatable, offering a sense of immediacy and relevance to current life. The use of modern language and themes engages readers who seek to see their own experiences reflected on the page. This genre often promotes discussions and critical thinking, as it frequently addresses complex and timely issues. Cons of Contemporary Novel Focusing on current issues can quickly date the novel, limiting its long-term relevance. Realistic settings and scenarios can sometimes be mundane, lacking the escapism many readers seek in fiction. The emphasis on realism means narratives may not be as fantastical or imaginative, potentially limiting their appeal to a certain demographic. Additionally, the modern language used may alienate readers who prefer more traditional or literary forms of expression. FAQ What is young adult fiction? Young adult fiction, often abbreviated as YA fiction, is a genre of literature that focuses on characters and themes relevant to teenagers, typically between the ages of 12 and 18. These books often address the complexities of adolescence, including personal growth, relationships, and identity. How central is the romance in this story? In this particular novel, the romance is an integral part of the storyline. It not only drives the plot forward but also contributes significantly to the emotional and personal development of the characters involved. What does an identity mystery entail? An identity mystery in this context refers to a plotline where the protagonist embarks on a journey to uncover hidden aspects of their true self or the identities of others. These mysteries often involve secrets, revelations, and significant character development as the story unfolds. How does the emotional journey shape the characters? The emotional journey in the novel is crucial for character development. As the characters navigate their feelings, confront challenges, and interact with others, they undergo significant emotional growth. This journey aids in forging deeper connections with readers who may see parts of themselves reflected in the characters' experiences. What sets contemporary novels apart from other genres? Contemporary novels are set in modern times and deal with issues and themes that are relevant to today's society. They often showcase realistic settings, current social issues, and relatable characters, making them highly engaging for readers who are looking for a reflection of the present world. Are the themes in this book suitable for all ages? While the novel is targeted towards young adults, it deals with mature themes such as identity, love, and personal growth. It is recommended for readers who are prepared to engage with these themes thoughtfully. How does the book handle the concept of personal identity? The novel delves deeply into the concept of personal identity, exploring how the main characters come to understand themselves better through their experiences and relationships. It addresses questions of self-discovery, acceptance, and the impact of external influences on an individual’s sense of self. Will readers find relatable content in this book? Yes, readers are likely to find relatable content as the book touches on universal themes such as love, friendship, identity, and the struggles of growing up. The characters’ emotional journeys reflect common experiences and challenges faced by many young adults. Is there a strong conclusion to the mystery element? The mystery element is resolved in a satisfying manner, providing closure to the identity-related questions posed throughout the novel. The resolution ties together various plot points and enriches the overall narrative.

What emotions can readers expect to feel while reading? Readers can expect to feel a wide range of emotions, from joy and excitement to sadness and introspection. The emotional highs and lows of the characters are crafted to create a compelling and immersive reading experience. In conclusion, "Tell Me Three Things" by Julie Buxbaum is an unmissable gem within the realm of young adult fiction. This contemporary romance novel masterfully intertwines themes of identity, mystery, and emotional growth. It invites readers into the intricate world of high school life, where Jessie Holmes, the protagonist, navigates through the complexities of loss, loneliness, and the quest for belonging. The story stands as a shining example of how well-crafted narratives can offer both escapism and relatability, making it a valuable choice for young adult readers and beyond. One of the foremost reasons "Tell Me Three Things" is such a valuable read is its poignant exploration of personal identity and self-discovery. Jessie’s journey is universally relatable, as she grapples with defining herself amidst the new realities of her life in Los Angeles. This struggle for identity—and the realization that it is okay to not have everything figured out—is a reassuring message for young adults facing similar experiences in their own lives. Moreover, the mysterious nature of the narrative adds a layer of intrigue that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. The anonymous emails from "Somebody/Nobody" act as a lifeline for Jessie, and they provide an engaging puzzle that readers will be eager to solve alongside her. This element of mystery not only heightens the emotional stakes but also encourages readers to ponder the hidden connections in their own lives. "Tell Me Three Things" also excels in its heartfelt portrayal of relationships and emotional resilience. Through Jessie’s evolving dynamics with her stepfamily, friends, and romantic interests, Buxbaum highlights the importance of opening oneself to new beginnings despite fear and uncertainty. The author’s empathetic depiction of loss and healing resonates deeply, offering solace and inspiration to those who may be grappling with their own emotional turmoils. In essence, "Tell Me Three Things" is more than just a romance novel; it is an emotional journey that encapsulates the trials and triumphs of growing up. Its rich character development, engaging plot, and profound messages make it a compelling and rewarding read. Whether you are a young adult or simply someone who enjoys a well-told contemporary story, this novel promises a blend of heart, mystery, and self-discovery that will linger with you long after the final page.

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The Benefits of Professional Palm Tree Trimming in Los Angeles

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Carole Lombard - The First Lady of Screwball

Carole Lombard (born Jane Alice Peters in Fort Wayne, Indiana on October 6, 1908) was an American actress who had a remarkable ability to convey both glamour and silliness onscreen. She is remembered as one of the definitive actresses of the screwball comedy genre, and thus has been dubbed "The First Lady of Screwball" in Hollywood.

Born to a wealthy family of German and English origins, Lombard moved to Los Angeles as a child. At the age of 12, her passion for sports landed Lombard her first screen role in 1921. The experience spurred her to audition for more film work without much success until 1924 when Fox signed her. Unfortunately, most of her appearances were bit parts in low budget movies, and her contract was not renewed.

In 1927, Lombard was involved in a car crash that left terrible gashes near her eye and her left cheek. She underwent reconstructive surgery and faced a long recovery. The accident caused her to re-evaluate her career, knowing she no longer could solely depend on her youthful good looks. She studied lighting and other tricks of the trade - not only to enhance her on-screen appearance, but to boost her knowledge of an industry she was determined to succeed in.

At the time of the crash, Lombard was already under contract with legendary slapstick comedy producer Mack Sennett. She signed on as one of Sennett Bathing Beauties and appeared in slapstick comedy shorts. This experience provided valuable training for her future comedic work.

After a string of film work, Paramount Pictures recruited Lombard in 1930. While she starred in a handful of well-received movies, the screwball Twentieth Century (1934) made her a major star. Her success continued when she was loaned to Universal Studios to star in the screwball comedy My Man Godfrey (1936), where she was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actress. By 1937, she was one of Hollywood's most popular actresses and also the highest-paid star in Hollywood

As part of Hollywood’s early response to the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, the Hollywood Victory Committee was established, and Lombard was one of its earliest and staunchest supporters. Less than a month later, she traveled to her home state of Indiana for a war bond rally with her mother and raised more than $2 million in defense bonds in a single evening. Her party had been scheduled to return to California by train, but she was eager to reach home more quickly, so they boarded Transcontinental and Western Air Flight#3 that tragically crashed into Potosi Mountain. All 22 aboard, including Lombard and her mother were killed. She was only 33 years old.

Legacy:

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress for My Man Godfrey (1936)

Honored by having her Fort Wayne childhood home designated a historic landmark, The Carole Lombard House, in 1938

Was the first Hollywood star to propose profit participation: in 1938, she negotiated with Selznick International Pictures to take a reduced salary in exchange for a 20% cut of the distributor's gross

Chosen as ambassador for Napa and Beringer Vineyards during National Wine Week in 1940

Was posthumously award the Presidential Medal of Freedom for being the first woman killed in the line of duty in WWII by by President Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1942

Honored with a new Liberty ship in 1944, the U.S.S. Carole Lombard, that included a Distinguished Service Certificate given by the Treasury Department in its wheelhouse

Granted the Silver Medal Award by the Treasury Department in 1946 in recognition of her exceptional contribution to the US war effort

Has had a bridge named after her, the Carole Lombard Memorial Bridge, in Fort Wayne, Indiana since 1973

Portrayed by Jill Clayburgh in Gable and Lombard (1976), a biographical film based on her romance and consequent marriage to Clark Gable

Was the subject of a 2009 special exhibit at Seattle Art Museum, titled “Goddess of Laughter: The Comedies of Carole Lombard"

Named the 23rd-greatest female star of classic Hollywood cinema in 1999 by the American Film Institute

Ranked #38 on Premiere magazine's 100 Greatest Performances of All Time in 2006 for To Be or Not to Be (1942)

Honored as Turner Classic Movies Star of the Month for October 2008

Commemorated by the Criterion Channel with a special collection of 11 of her films in 2021

Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6930 Hollywood Boulevard for motion picture, which was shown in the movie Pretty Woman (1990)

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Books of 2023

Book 73 of 2023

Title: Only The Light Moves Authors: Francis A Doherty ISBN: 9781399057011 Tags: A-1 Skyraider, AH-1 Cobra, B-24 Liberator, B-52 Stratofortress, Boeing 720B, Boeing Stearman, de Havilland Canada DHC-2 Beaver, F-4 Phantom II, FAC, GER Bavaria, GER Germany, GER Kirch Gons, HKG Hong Kong, HKG Hong Kong - Kai Tak Airport, KHM Cambodia, KHM Cambodian Air Force (Cambodian Civil War), KHM Cambodian Civil War (1967-1975), KHM Norodom Sihanouk (King / Prince / Prime Minister), KHM Operation Daniel Boone / Salem House (1967-1975) (Cambodian Civil War) (Vietnam War), LAO Laos, LAO Pathet Lao, LAO USA MSS Leghorn (Eagle's Nest / Gibralter / Golf-5) (Vietnam War), Lockheed Constellation, McDonnell Douglas MD-88, MMR Burma, MMR Yangon/Rangoon Harbor, Nungs, O-1 Bird Dog, O-2 Skymaster, OH-6 Cayuse/Loach/LOH, T-28 Trojan, THA RTAF Royal Thai Air Force, THA RTAFB Ubon Royal Thai Air Base, THA RTN Royal Thai Navy, THA RTNAF U-Tapao Royal Thai Navy Airfield, THA Thailand, U-1 Otter, U-6A Beaver, US CA California, US CA Los Angeles, US CA Los Angeles - LAX Airport, US CIA Central Intelligence Agency, US NY JFK International Airport, US NY New York, US OH Kent State University, US OH Kent State University Shootings (1970) (Vietnam War), US President Richard M. Nixon, US TWA Transworld Airlines, US USA 185th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC), US USA 185th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC) - Pterodactyls, US USA 18th Aviation Co, US USA 219th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC), US USA 219th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC) - 2nd Plt, US USA 219th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC) - 4th Plt, US USA 219th Reconnaissance Airplane Co (RAC) - Headhunters, US USA 220th Aviation Company (RAC), US USA 220th Aviation Company (RAC) - Catkiller, US USA 223rd Aviation Bn., US USA 3rd Armored Division, US USA 4th ID - Ivy Division, US USA CCC RT California (Vietnam War), US USA CCC RT Pennsylvania (Vietnam War), US USA Fort Knox KY, US USA Fort Knox KY - Armor Officer Basic Course, US USA Fort Lewis WA, US USA Fort Ord CA, US USA Fort Ord CA - USATC US Army Training Center, US USA Fort Rucker AL, US USA Fort Stewart GA, US USA United States Army, US USA USSF 5th SFG, US USA USSF Green Berets, US USA USSF Special Forces, US USAF 20th TASS - Covey FAC,

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Rating: ★★★★★ Subject: Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Aviation.US Army.FAC, Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Specops.MACVSOG

Description: About the Author: Francis Doherty, a former U.S. Army captain, piloted a small, unarmed, airplane over sections of the Ho Chi Minh Trail during the war in Vietnam. Captain Doherty spent ten months flying in support of a covert unit of the Army’s Fifth Special Forces, which waged a clandestine war against the North Vietnamese Army, interdicting their supply line through Laos and Cambodia. Only the Light Moves is his first book. After leaving the military Captain Doherty spent thirty-two years as a commercial airline pilot. His essays have appeared in The Journal of Creative Nonfiction, Afterwords, the Veterans Writing Workshop Journal, 0-Dark-Thirty, the publication of the Veteran’s Writing Project, and several essays for The Bark, a monthly publication by the International Bird Dog Association. Additionally, the essay published in the Journal of Creative Nonfiction has been nominated for the Pushcart prize.

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