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theday · 7 years

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☔️ i lov u!

its long but its 3 paragrpahs of shit and me going what the hell am i writing every 2 lines sorry el one day ill do a better one

send me ☔ and ill tell u what kinda weather u remind me of!!

id say!!! a light drizzle while the sky is clear and the sun’s hiding in between the clouds but its still There?? u know so its bright but theres just this drizzle and the actual feeling sucks bc its so Humid but theory wise or some shit idk english its like!!!!!!!!!!! u can be Both............. god i dont have enough english? vocabulary? literacy ? for this ask who am i gghssdj back 2 this lmaodhdsgh fuk ok sO im saying ur a light drizzle while its still Clear And Bright outside bc ur always!!!!! u love people? now all of this is just an observation obviously and ill always bring up that one time i sent u 7 asks as to why i love mx dhjsghgdh bc it was our first interaction but u like?? listening? u love ur friends? and ur always!! looking for ways to interact with ur followers/mutuals and ofchfhd i dont actually Know? so i could b wronghdhg but i think youre a loving person? thats why ur bright but its in the little ways??? you love a lot of people/things (fish) and i like seeing that?? you express it a lot too but its ? in an obvious way i mean its Not Loud? of course u make posts and stuff! but i see a lot of ur love in how u go on mh/kh spams and those r great love them ! its the little things so ur like the sun... hidden behind clouds?? u kno... u dont? its okie me neither jhdhshgh also ur rly fucking funny but no one seems to notice like hello. el comedy legend...? (this is where the mess begins) for the drizzle part ofc i cant say for sure again since its ur life but from what ive seen there are times u get a little down? and thats fine! its normal to feel stuffghd and like!!!!!! id say light drizzle because to me,,, i think ur trying ur best?? youre doing a great job in my opinion even if you think you arent doing anything at all,,, idk maybe hfggshg maybe not dhggdsbut i apprecitae u for sticking around not necessarily with me as my friend but just around. here. on earth on tumblr . sticking around in a sense that??? ur !! Herefhgsghhfgg fucc... this is tough to explain but u knowfhhdggshsj this could come off as offensive and i know everyone has troubles deeper than what we can see but i say light rain bc um. fhjfgdhs my brain is having a meltdown wait let me just say this first i think its good that u talk abt ur troubles here even if. its like. not all of it. because its good to Vent somewhere and!!! im proud of u for talking abt it!!!! im not gonna say ur a light rain bc ur not. like sad or anything bc obviously i dont know that but bc ????? urfhjhd easy on the eyes? this is deviating completely from my original point but at tfhjdhjs jesus christ let me start another paragraph

OK OK u can wipe that drizzle part from above completely from ur memory but thats what i was thinking regardless of weather or whatever i love ur doing amazing el next. (i feel like mx when they had to describe their members in weathers. more specifically i feel like hyungwon who forgot everything)

drizzle!!!!!!!!!! u remind me of a drizzle because ur light not like physically fjhsgh but like!!! oH AND NOT because ur like see through or just invisible no its bc ur always HEre?????? like i see u around and stuff ofc i follow u but!! like i always see u be it ur text posts or when u rb something or when ur answering asks idk ur just around????? just hanging about constantly and i like seeing u!!! this is admittedly a bunch of shit now what do i do.......... im cryign im sorry this is cancelled but everything i said is true i love seeing u i love seeing u talk to people i love u!!!!! god helpme im sorry this is a mess ill do this again like7 years later where im not 16 and lacking words. id say easy on the eyes is the best reason? like u. ur nice to look at its nice to see you around like i mentioned previously imdhgdghsgdhgdh im yelling u dont have 2 look at this el i love fufgfhd

#FJGDGHSAOIFJGJSS I CANT BRETSG im rly mx doing the weather things this is so bad #el deserved better #i hop u have a good day/night despite this whateve this is #the other 2 paras was me attempting to save myself and this #mxrays #asks

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 6 years

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War of Attrition: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. Steve visits an old friend then a new one. The assassination attempt on Nick Fury’s life doesn’t go as planned. Warnings: Violence, mental illness Word Count: ~3,467 A/N: Yup. Putting that gif up top because if I’m going to go for a low blow, I’m at least going to be upfront about it.

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

And just like that the video ended. The screen turned black and the next video played, back to the clips of war propaganda and the occasional recording of Peggy, Howard Stark or Colonel Phillips.

Steve got up wordlessly from his seat in the back, his poor pamphlet crushed to a pulp in his hand.

Steve left the Smithsonian as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. The last thing he needed right then was to be mobbed by well-meaning fans.

His feet carried him where he needed to go without even realizing it and when he finally left the maze of his mind and looked around, he was in front of the fancy care home that Peggy lived in. Steve had learned that she’d been in and out of the hospital lots over the last ten years or so, but her family finally decided that she should live somewhere they could visit and that a hospital did no favors to her health.

Peggy had Alzheimer’s and even the best treatment in the world had done little to halt the horrific progression of the disease. Some days were worse than others, but Steve had wasted enough time these last few years.

Steve Rogers was many things, but a coward he was not.

The nurses and helpers all greeted him with friendly waves. Even a few of the patients gave him cheerful hello’s. The thing about being nearly a hundred years old was that even people who regressed back to their childhood could remember him.

He knocked quietly at her door and was relieved to see she was already awake, idly watching the TV on the wall. When she turned to look at him a bright smile lit up her heavily lined face and Steve didn’t have to hide his in return.

It was a good day, it seemed.

“Steve! I didn’t know you’d be visiting. Don’t just stand around all day, come sit,” she said, voice commanding even though she sounded weak.

Peggy always sounded weak nowadays.

“I should have given you some warning. I didn’t really think about comin’ over, it just kind of happened,” Steve said sheepishly, taking a seat in the chair beside her bed. “I woulda brought you flowers.” His Brooklyn accent always seeped out when he talked to Peggy. He was allowed to be Steve Rogers around her, not Captain America.

Peggy waved a feeble hand at him and scoffed. “I’ve never been one for flowers, Steve. You know that. My grandson just replaced them yesterday anyway. I wouldn’t have said no to a glass of scotch, though,” she said with a wink.

Steve grinned and shook his head. “No way. I don’t need Nurse Shelly comin’ after me. Not after last time.”

Peggy giggled quietly, her eyes bright. “She was rather cross with you, wasn’t she?”

Steve pretended to glare at Peggy, but he was smiling just as broadly. “It was all your idea. You told me it’d be fine!”

Peggy simply smiled that secret smile of hers. “Seeing you sing and dance was worth it. Mr. Jenson across the hall can complain all he likes. I don’t regret it one bit.”

Steve laughed and sat back in his chair. “Yeah, well, I don’t plan on being on that woman’s list again if I can help it.” There was a pause, then, “I went to the Smithsonian today.”

Peggy eyed him shrewdly. “Can’t get enough of yourself, huh? Had to go and see yourself immortalized in a National exhibit?” she asked playfully, though her eyes told him she knew what he must be feeling.

Steve smiled weakly at the playful jab. “Can’t help it if I look good in ten foot high murals.”

Peggy smiled at that, a soft laugh leaving her lips. She stared at him, though, smile leaving her face after a moment. “You looked at their memorial, didn’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Steve ducked his head guiltily but Peggy only smiled knowingly. “I’m not going to yell at you, silly man. I used to do it too, you know. Back when your name was up on that wall with the two of them.”

Steve looked back up, blue eyes immeasurably sad, but Peggy was already shaking her head. “Oh no, you don’t get to feel guilty about it now, mister. What’s done it done.”

Steve pushed his bangs out of his eyes; a nervous tick he never kicked, even after nearly seventy years on ice. He couldn’t talk about them anymore. “I met a guy the other day. He was nice. Lapped him a few times in the National Mall. He’s ex-military. Para-rescue. He works at the VA now. Name’s Sam Wilson.”

Peggy smiled at him. “He seems like a nice young man.”

Steve laughed at that choice of words. He supposed that, to him and Peggy, just about any guy was a “nice young man.”

“Yeah, I s’pose he is. He asked me to visit the VA later.”

Peggy raised a wispy eyebrow at him. “And are you going to?”

Steve smiled cheekily. “Depends. Will you get Nurse Shelly to forgive me if I do?”

Peggy chuckled at that. “I think I can manage that. It might be good to go, you know. Mr. Wilson might even encourage you to leave your house for more than missions, exercise, and visiting me.”

Steve held his hands up in a defensive manner, smile attached firmly to his face. “Woah now, don’t get too crazy there, Pegs. Next you’ll tell me I need to learn how to use dating apps.”

She laughed in earnest at that; so hard Steve was worried she’d start coughing, but it seemed that wouldn’t be a problem.

The two of them sobered, though the air was still light with the remnants of smiles and laughter. He found his gaze wandering to the bedside table which was littered with pictures and letters and get well cards from friends and family.

“You should be proud of yourself, Peggy,” he said, lip quirked up at the corner.

Peggy followed his gaze, her thin hair scratching lightly against the pillow as she turned her head to look. “Mm. I have lived a life,” she said, gaze flicking to Steve. Her expression sobered a bit and Steve knew what was coming next. “My only regret is that you didn’t get to live yours.” Steve stared down at his hands and she could tell from that slight furrow in his brow that he was thinking too hard. “What is it?” she asked, that little hint of command seeping back into her voice.

“For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what was right.” His blue eyes flicked up to Peggy, his eyes searching hers as though she had all the answers. “I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore.” He paused, his eyes dropping back down as he lost himself in his thoughts. “And I thought I could throw myself back in and follow orders. Serve.” He looked back up and put on that fake smile that made Peggy want to sigh. “It’s just not the same.”

Peggy huffed out a short laugh. “Always so dramatic,” she said, rolling her eyes. Steve smiled in earnest and gave a little half shrug, looking away almost guiltily. “Look,” she said seriously, “you saved the world. “We rather... mucked it up,” she said, lips quirked upward in a smile that was closer to a grimace.

Steve shook his head. “You didn’t. Knowing you helped found SHIELD is half the reason I stay.”

She made a small noise in the back of her throat and reached for Steve’s hand. He leaned forward and let her take it and quietly lamented at how weak her grip had become. “The world has changed, and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best. And sometimes the best that we can do is to- start- over,” she gasped out, interrupted by a coughing fit.

Steve dropped her hand to scramble for the pitcher of water on the small table by the window. He returned as quickly as he could and sat back down, holding it out for her to take. He reached out with his hand to get her attention and she turned to look at him, her expression changing in a way that made his his heart sink.

Like she was seeing him for the first time in seventy years.

“Steve,” she breathed, awe in her voice.

Steve stared at her, biting back a torrent of emotions. Today had been such a good day for her. They’d been talking for close to an hour.

“Yeah,” Steve said softly.

She gasped, eyes already getting watery. “You’re alive. You came back.”

Steve swallowed thickly against the threat of tears and put on the bravest face he could manage. He was sure his smile was more of a grimace, but it was the best he could do.

“Yeah, Peggy,” he said quietly, unable to speak louder without his voice breaking.

She sniffled and shook her head slightly as she stared at him. “It’s been so long. So long,” she said, tears threatening to spill in earnest now.

Steve gave her a smile that he didn’t really feel and leaned forward, voice low. “Well I couldn’t leave my best girl. Not when she owes me a dance.”

Peggy sniffled. “Did you bring (Y/N) and James with you? I still haven’t given them their wedding present,” she asked, trying to reach past Steve for the bedside table.

Steve grabbed her hand gently before she got very far and shook his head slowly. It was a really bad episode if she thought (Y/N) and Bucky were still alive. “They’re not with me right now, Pegs, but I’ll be sure to tell them you want to see them, alright?” he asked, hoping he sounded comforting and not like he was about to cry.

Peggy smiled at him like she did all those years ago and Steve felt his heart break all over again. “I’d like that very much. Those two are just the most adorable couple I’ve ever seen,” she said fondly.

Steve’s smile was fixed on his face so stiffly that he was worried it’d stay that way forever. “Yeah, they are.”

Steve did end up going to the VA.

By the time someone had come in to take care of Peggy (who’d fallen asleep shortly after her episode began. “Too much excitement,” Nurse Shelly had told him with a beady, accusing stare that sent him scurrying out the door) it was too late to make it in time to truly participate in the conversation, not that Steve was sure he could have anyway.

“Sam Wilson?” he asked the lady at the desk, who immediately went flustered and starry-eyed when she realized who he was.

She snapped a sloppy, frazzled salute to him and pointed down the hall. He gave her a polite “thank you, ma’am,” and walked leisurely in the direction she’d indicated. He could feel her eyes on his back the whole way.

The doors to the room were open and Steve leaned against the door frame, not wanting to interrupt the woman who was sharing. Sam was at the front of the room and Steve saw his eyes flick to Steve for a split second before returning to the woman. No one else seemed to realize he was there, which Steve was thankful for.

“The thing is, I think it’s getting worse. A cop pulled me over last week. He thought I was drunk. I swerved to miss a plastic bag. Thought it was an IED.” When she finished talking she looked down at her hands, missing the understanding looks the other vets were giving her.

“Some stuff you leave there,” Sam began. His voice was soothing and cut easily through the tension in the room. It was clear that this was a safe space and everyone in that room trusted Sam. “Other stuff you bring back. It’s our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase, or in a little man purse? It’s up to you.”

Steve’s jaw worked as he mulled over Sam’s words. Peggy’s words from earlier bounced off his skull until there was nothing but a racket left for him to sift through.

Steve stayed and listened for the rest of the meeting, but never went and sat down. It was almost over, anyhow.

After, Sam said goodbye to some of the vets before making his way over to Steve, making busy work by reorganizing and stacking pamphlets. “Look who it is. The running man,” Sam said, throwing Steve a sly smirk over his shoulder.

Steve tucked his hands in his pockets and walked over. “Caught the last few minutes. It’s pretty intense.”

Sam nodded as he placed some cards back into the basket on the table. “Yeah, brother. We all got the same problems. Guilt, regret.” There was a tone in his voice and look in his eye that Steve knew all too well.

“You lose someone?” he asked quietly. Sam didn’t have to answer. It was a pretty personal question, after all.

But he did anyway. He nodded, eyes eventually landing on Steve though Steve could tell he wasn’t completely in the present. “My wingman, Riley. Flying a night mission. Standard PJ rescue op. Nothing we hadn’t done a thousand times before. Until an RPG knocked Riley’s dumb ass outta the sky. Nothing I could do. S’like I was up there just to watch.”

Steve’s memory flashed to that Godforsaken train in the alps. Of (Y/N) and Bucky falling mere milliseconds before he got there.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said instead.

“After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, y’know?” he said with a weak smile.

“But you’re happy now? Back in the world?” Steve asked, nodding his head towards the large stack of papers on the table.

Sam crossed his arms and the smile on his face was a little more genuine now. “Hey, the number of people giving me orders is down to about-” he made a show of looking around, “-zero? So, hell yeah.” He was smiling in earnest now, just like he had been at the National Mall. “You thinkin’ about getting out?”

Steve stared at a spot on the table. “No,” he said quickly with a little shake of his head. Then he paused and tilted his head, considering. “I don’t know.” He smiled that melancholy smile. “To be honest, I don’t know what I would do with myself if I did.”

Sam considered that for a moment, his lips tipping down at the corners. “Ultimate fighting?” Steve laughed and Sam chuckled. “Just a great idea off the top of my head,” he said, grinning. “Seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?”

Steve looked back at Sam, his lips straight in that almost-smile he wore too often these days. “I dunno.”

Your POV

The mission was simple. Assassination was simpler than extraction or escort.

One target. High value. Extremely capable. Proceed with caution.

Hydra sent out a small group of soldiers dressed as local police. Handler Pierce wanted to solve the problem without pulling you and the other Soldier into it if at all possible. You were valuable, best used in the shadows.

However, it was clear from the noise on the comms that the Hydra soldiers had failed and were in pursuit. You watched the screen in your hand, quickly tracking his most likely paths of escape.

You kicked the bike into life and shoved the tiny device back into your pocket. “Hop off when I slow you down. Grab your Mag Disc Grenade launcher,” you said by way of warning. His right arm was already around your waist so he didn’t slide back even an inch when you sped forward out of the alley. The electric engine was nearly silent, perfect for stealth operations... ignoring the fact it was broad daylight out.

You’d drop him off at one of the most likely routes of egress of your target then head to the other yourself. You’d leave the bike with the other Soldier. If the target happened to take another route, you’d pursue one foot (well, jet skates) and he’d pursue on the bike.

But you trusted your calculations.

You slowed down at the corner of one of the intersections, pulling up on the curb and ignoring the gaggle of surprised onlookers. Most of them scattered when they got one look at the guns you were packing, but some stopped and took pictures, gawking like a bunch of brain-dead monkeys. You ignored them and felt the bike shift as the Soldier hopped off, mag launcher in hand. You parked the bike on the curb, knowing there was no way in hell anyone would be stupid enough to touch it after getting a single look at you and the other Soldier.

“What about you? There’s only one,” the Soldier said, holding up his launcher as the two of you started to walk away from the bike.

You rolled your eyes even knowing he couldn’t see the gesture behind your goggles. “Shut up and do your job,” you said, grinning ferally beneath your mask as your razor-sharp wheels popped out of your feet. It the other Soldier said anything after that, it was drowned out by the roar of your twin heel jets and a half second later you were half a block away.

“I really don’t need this, you know. You should have taken it,” said his voice in your ear.

You growled your annoyance. “I don’t need it either, idiot. A high-tech car like the target’s? I can fry it with a single touch. I doubt it can outrun me in this traffic anyway. Did you plan to punch it into submission?”

The other Soldier made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. “Are you in position?”

You came to a stop in the middle of the street, ignoring the cars that swerved wildly to avoid you. A few drivers yelled angrily at you as they passed, but you ignored them, too. “Of course. Tell me if you get a visual. It seems like the target lost the agents that had been pursuing him. I don’t have any information no-”

“I have a visual.”

You groaned and fired your heel rockets up again and headed back to the other Soldier’s position. “I’m headed back. Status?”

“Mag grenade deployed.” There was the sound of an explosion in your headset and you were fairly sure that if you didn’t have your heel jets on you’d be able to hear the explosion and screams with your own ears. You could imagine the car flying through the air. In fact you rounded the corner just in time to watch the other Soldier sidestep the SUV, smoke wrapping around him like a cloak.

“Success. Target’s transport destroyed.”

“Finish him, then. I’ll be there in a moment with the bike and then we can return to Handler Pierce and inform him of our success.”

You watched him wrench the door off its hinges and send it flying. You left him to finish the target and grabbed the bike which, as you’d expected, had been given a wide berth. You kicked it on and rolled over to the Soldier a half-block away. You knew immediately something had gone wrong. He was stalking towards you, but his posture was all wrong.

“What happened?” you asked, looking between him and the wreck.

You heard him through both the comm and the normal way as he hopped onto the bike behind you, sitting back to back so he could watch your six while you made your escape. There was a handle on the back for the express purpose of him being able to hang on while you drove. “He used some sort of device to cut through the door of the SUV. Escaped into the sewers. Could be anywhere, especially if he has backup waiting for him.”

You glowered as you weaved through the city’s streets, cutting through traffic and dodging places you knew had cameras. “You should have chased after him.”

“We can back and you can go down the sewers in a fruitless chase for our quarry, then.” When you didn’t respond he sounded almost smug. “Didn’t think so.”

“You can tell Handler Pierce you let him get away from you, then.”

He went stiff against your back and you knew that had struck a nerve. “We still have eight hours.”

You frowned. “So it’s on me to find him again.”

There was a pause, then, “No, it’s on us.”

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tellerford-mayhem · 7 years

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Americano: No hablo su Jesu Cristo Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Ship: Chibs x OC

Word Count: 2,565 Words

Synopsis: Isa confronts her uncle for working with Zobelle. Jax and Chibs learn who Isa is and why she hates them so much.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Mentions of Death and Attempted Suicide/Self-Harm

A/N: I know it’s been a long time since I posted part 1! Here is part 2. I hope everyone likes it. Please let me know if you want to be tagged!! Enjoy!

Her POV

As soon as Zobelle drove away she jumped out of her car, furious at her uncle. “¿Qué crees que estás haciendo? ¿Cómo puedes trabajar con ese cabrón?”

“Es necesario para los negocios, mi sobrina.” He nodded to one of his men who sped off on his motorcycle.

“You trade one devil for another. They want us dead more than the Sons do!”

“I traded one devil to deal with the other. Once I have the Sons taken care of, I’ll deal with Zobelle.”

She sat down next to her car with her hands on her head. Her uncle was the only person she had left to remind her of her father. Growing up, she was closer to her father than anyone, and when he was taken away from her, she traveled down a path that only her uncle was able to save her from.

He reached down and helped her stand up. Marcus wrapped her in a hug before leading her to the passenger side of her car. He climbed into the driver’s side and drove away. “It’s been a long time since you’ve visited, Isa,” he said.

“If you and Tía Diana let me stay with you…”

He shook his head. “No. I want to keep you as far away from this life. I promised Mateo that I would keep you safe.”

“Then please let me move out. I can live in Stockton or Oakland. Amo a mi tia y tio, but I can’t live on that reservation.”

He grabbed her wrists and flashed them upward. “Am I able to leave you alone without finding you on the bathroom floor again?”

She looked down at the puckered, red flesh on her wrists. She lost her father two years after she lost her mother. She had grown so numb and empty that she would occasionally test herself. If she cut here, would she still feel pain? One time, though, she’d lost too much, and her uncle found her on the floor in a pool of her own blood. However, after she left the hospital, he sent her to live with her aunt and uncle at Wahewa. He wanted her out of California, but she refused to live in Nevada. Isa pulled her wrist away and rubbed it, remembering that dark time in her life. She had gotten help, learned to move on, and found other - healthier outlets to express herself: her hatred of the Sons of Anarchy was nice start. There wasn’t anything wrong with her; they were to blame for her problems.

“I’ve been doing a lot better. Aunt Dana has me gardening to reconnect with my roots. She says it’s productive and therapeutic.”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Look, every time I have any problems or feel like I’m going to relapse, I call my doctor.”

“Lo sé. She has to call me every time you do.”

She smiled. “What about confidentiality?”

“Does not exist when you’re on the Mayan payroll.” The car pulled into his driveway. “When this shit with Zobelle is over with, then we can buy you that place,” he said pointing to the small home adjacent to his.

She hugged Marcus as she climbed into the driver’s side. “Why don’t you come down for dinner next week? Diana misses you,” he said.

“Of course.” Isa put the car in reverse. “Te amo!”

“Te amo!” he waved.

She pulled out of the driveway and turned toward home.

Chibs POV

They watched as her car drove down the street. They decided instead of waiting until next week that they should grab her now. It gave her less time to gather more information about them. Chibs and Jax followed slowly behind her, leaving plenty of space between them. They followed her in the opposite direction of Wahewa. She led them through Oakland to a cemetery on the outskirts of town. They parked their bikes and followed her. Chibs drew his gun and kept it on her as she stopped in front of a marble headstone that read Mateo Alvarez. He and Jax slowly approached her. She didn’t move as they grew closer. They stopped two rows behind her and watched. They saw her wipe her eyes as she bowed her head in prayer. When she was finished, they were shocked to hear her speak out loud. “Are you going to kill me at my father’s grave? It’s almost poetic.”

Jax lowered his gun. “No. We just want to talk.”

She turned to look at them. Her green eyes piercing through Chibs. The pure hatred in them burned right through him as he kept a steady eye on her. “I have nothing to say to either of you.” She tried to storm past Jax, but he grabbed her wrist. She spun around fast and hit him square in the nose, causing him to release her. Chibs ran after her and grabbed both wrists, feeling the scars. “¡Déjame ir, hijo de puta!”

“Sorry, lass. My Spanish isn’t verra good. Care to translate?”

She spit at him. “I said let me go, motherfucker.”

They forced her to sit against a headstone as they aimed their guns at her. “Why were you meeting with Zobelle and Alvarez today?” Jax asked.

She wouldn’t look at them. “You know I won’t hesitate to shoot you here and now.”

“I know. I’m very well-versed in how you treat enemies of your club.”

Jax stepped closer to her with his gun. “Fine! I don’t want you to start another war with my uncle.”

He stopped and looked at her. “You’re Alvarez’s niece?”

She smiled. “What’s the matter? Did you just realize how big of a fuck up you are?”

“No, but if you’re giving information to your uncle about Wahewa, you have bigger problems than us right now.”

“I’m not stupid. I’m not going to give them that kind of information knowing that you’d kill me.”

“Then why were ye meetin’ with Zobelle and Alvarez today?” Chibs said.

She glared at him. “I was visiting my uncle. I don’t like that he’s dealing with Zobelle anymore than you do, Scottie.”

They looked at each other. “You were really just visiting?”

Isa released a long, exasperated sigh. “Yes. If I want to take my revenge out on SAMCRO, I’ll do it myself. I’m not going to give my uncle firepower to start another war with you. I’m not about to lose more family.”

Jax looked at Chibs who shrugged. “Why do ye hate us so much, lass?”

She looked at her father’s grave and then back to Chibs. “I’ll give you one guess.”

“Shite. Let her go, Jackie.”

Jax lowered his gun and shook his head. “Go back to Wahewa,” he said.

She stood up and dusted her jeans. “I’m not one of your old ladies to boss around,” she said defiantly.

Jax pointed his gun at her. “Leave! Now!”

She rolled her eyes and walked back to her car. “Well, at least she’s not telling the Mayans about our ammunition supply,” he said to Chibs.

“Aye, but she’s angry with us for killin’ her da.”

“She’s just one girl,” Jax said, “I don’t think we need to worry about her.”

“Oh no, yer right there, Jackie Boy,” he said sarcastically, “she’ll only tryta pop our tires ev’ry time we are there.”

Jax smiled. “I guess she can be your problem then. Next time we are there for a pick up, you get to keep an eye on her.”

“Half Sack is better at babysittin’ than I am,” he said as they headed back to their bikes.

“Right, but he’s tailing Zobelle.”

Chibs strapped his helmet on. “Dè bha mi a ‘dèanamh ceàrr…” he muttered under his breath.

“Hey,” Jax said, “it could be worse.” He winked at him before revving up his engine.

Chibs laughed. “It could be much worse.”

Her POV

She didn’t pay attention to the odometer as she sped towards Wahewa. All she could feel was anger welling inside her. Anger towards SAMCRO. Anger towards Alvarez. Anger towards herself. She didn’t want to keep living on a shitty reservation, but her uncle refused to let her move home. She didn’t want SAMCRO near her dear aunt and uncle or the Wahewa, but they needed the money. She didn’t want to be this angry, but it’s the only emotion she was familiar with.

When she pulled into the drive, her Aunt was sitting under the canopy of their house weaving. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back,” she said, “Where have you been, Isadora?”

“Oakland.” She sat down on the steps in front of her.

“What on earth were you doing in Oakland? I thought Marcus told you to stay put for now.”

Isa sighed. “Since when did I listen to anyone, Biazi? I felt the need to see my family.”

Dana sat down next to her. “If SAMCRO finds out you’re his niece…”

“They know.”

“What!”

“Two of them followed me today. Jax and that Scot.”

“Well what happened?”

“They questioned me and asked me if I shared any information with Tio Marcus. I told them no. I can only assume now they are going to watch me like a hawk the next time they’re here.”

She shook her head. “No. The next time they’re here, you’re leaving. I don’t care if you hang out in Oakland, but just leave when they show up.”

Isa stood up. “It’s time for bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Isa, I’m serious.”

“I know, Aunt Dana. Good night.”

***

Once a week they would arrive, and once a week they would collect their ammunition. A week had passed and it was time for their pick up. Dana had given her a shopping list full of things she needed picked up in Charming. Isa heard them pulling up the drive, so she grabbed her keys and hopped into her car. She rolled her eyes she watched their van pull up. She waited until they parked before putting her car into reverse. Isa looked in her rearview mirror and saw Chibs and Jax blocking her path. “Move, assholes, or I will run you over,” she said.

Chibs walked over to her window and leaned in. “Where do ye think yer goin’, lass?”

“Far away from you,” she said, annoyed.

He smiled. She could tell he enjoyed being a huge inconvenience to her. “Based on yer last adventure, I canna allow that.”

She started moving her car, Chibs moved with her. “Jax, call off your dog.”

“Afraid I can’t do that, darlin’.”

“I’m not going to see my uncle. If I showed up again, today, he’d ship me off to Nevada.”

Chibs let go of her window. She shook her head and continued backing up, before speeding away toward town. Isa looked in her rearview mirror waiting for motorcycles to appear behind her. Glad to be free of the reservation, she pressed on the accelerator and allowed the warm, Californian air to whip through her hair. She turned the radio up and enjoyed the peaceful drive into town. It wasn’t long before she pulled into the small grocery store. Isa parked the car and grabbed her list. It wasn’t until she got out of her car did she see him leaning up against his parked bike.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” she said, “what are you doing here?”

He smiled. “Jax has tasked me with keepin’ a tail on ye.”

“Dios ayúdame,” she said under her breath. Isa stormed over to the biker and crossed her arms. “I don’t need a tail, so hop back on your bike and go back to your club.”

“He dinna trust ye. Besides, ye told us yer gonna get yer revenge on us eventually. I need to make sure tha dinna happen.”

She looked around at the other shoppers in the parking lot. She was not one to make a scene in public, but she was ready to do whatever she needed in order to get rid of SAMCRO. “Then leave my tribe alone. You assholes are the reasons why I have no family, so I have nothing left to lose.”

Chibs looked around. “Tha may be, lass, but yer not gonna do anything stupid while I’m around. If anybody understands the need for revenge…” he reached up and touched the scars on his cheeks. “Jus’ hurry up and get yer things so we can get back to the reservation.”

For once, Isa didn’t argue with the Scot and walked into the grocery store. Before entering, she turned and saw him sitting on his bike watching her, making sure she entered the store. She grabbed the few things she needed and headed back to her car. Chibs was still waiting on his bike for her. She then drove to the nearest home and garden store. She needed to get supplies to build a better box garden for her flowers. She grabbed what she needed and saw him still sitting on his bike, waiting for her. After she loaded her car, Isa approached Chibs. “I was going to stop at the diner for some lunch,” she said, “you might as well come in with me.”

“I thought ye hated us,” he said.

“Yeah, but I’m not an asshole. Everyone needs to eat.”

He looked at his phone. No missed calls or texts. “Fine. But we should make it quick.”

They drove to the diner and ordered something small. As Isa sat across from him, she glared over her cup of tea. “Look, I canna eat with ye starin’ at me like tha.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

She sighed and set her cup down. “The war with the Mayans. Why would you murder my father in cold blood?”

Chibs shook his head. “Lass, it’s not that simple. Both sides lost people. Yer da just happened to be caught in the crossfires.”

“Do you know who he was? He was president before Marcus. They found him in a pool of his own blood in his bathroom. His throat was slit and the Anarchy symbol carved into his chest. That doesn’t sound like crossfire to me.”

He didn’t respond, but continued looking at her. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat empathetic towards her. Chibs knew that kill wasn’t theirs, but he didn’t have enough proof to show her. He finished his drink and threw some cash on the table. He stood up and looked around at some of the other customers staring at them. “Time ta go.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant ahead of him.

Chibs POV

It was after church and Chibs asked to speak with Jax in private. They both walked outside to the picnic tables and lit their cigarettes. “Do ye remember when the Mayans lost their original president?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Tha’s Isa’s da.”

He took a long drag on his cigarette before replying. “She thinks we killed Mateo?”

Chibs nodded. “We gotta find out who did it, Jackie Boy. She won’t stop comin’ after us until she knows the truth.”

“I’ll give Otto a call and see if he can’t do some digging around.”

Relieved, Chibs jumped off the table and walked back into the bar for a drink. He knew she would stop at nothing until she avenged her father, because he knew all too well how badly the vengeful feeling would eat at her until it was fulfilled.

#chibs telford #chibs x oc #soa #sons of anarchy #americano #jax teller #samcro #tommy flanagan

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rabxstanlestrange · 7 years

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Paradise Lost | Cassandra + Rabastan

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Date: April 17th Time: 2:50 AM Location: Lestrange Family Manor

“How unfortunate,” Cassandra murmured while rotating a filled glass with bourbon clockwise, looking down out of habit. Rabastan laid on the floor, his body fixated with the Imperius curse. She flicked her wand once, just so that he could speak to her and, just like she wished, he even got to stand up and obediently hid his hands behind his back. “I thought you’d be gone for at least a few more hours, considering your mission included killing one of the more important politicians. I underestimated you -- and Alecto, as well. What has she been up to, lately? And Amycus, too? I rarely get to see him anymore. Such a pity, I really liked his dry humor and his mad laugh,” Cassandra shrugged and sat down, her wand still pointing to Rabastan who silently watched Cassandra in return. Though he’d clenched his jaw slightly, his body only reacted slightly. “What do you want?” he smelled like smoke, was covered in blood and had no interest in hearing his old friend’s new plan, but maybe she’d leave if he cooperated.

“Nothing in particular,” she lied “you know, the same thing everybody wants. Power, love, freedom and control.” Cassandra took a sip from her bourbon and chuckled. She loved the way he looked at her, the reserved look on his face paired with anger, frustration and yet, obedience, because he simply couldn’t help himself. His entire body shook as he tried to break free from her compulsion, but he simply couldn’t. “I actually want you to believe I’ve gone missing. Not dead, but simply missing. Ah, and there’s one more thing,” her finger tipped against her lips. “Walden McNair. Why’s he searching for me? I need to know. Sheer curiosity? I want you to distract him.” Cassandra had stood up by now, a sigh escaping her lips.

“I will not obey, I will,” furious at his lack of control, he started to press his teeth together. “I will kill you,” from one second to the other Cassandra had come closer and manipulated him further. “I’ve gone missing,”

“You’ve gone missing. Cassandra Burke’s missing.” “And I need you to distract Walden. I don’t need answers, just someone to cover me while I find out what’s going on.” “Yes,” Rabastan’s lips curled upwards into a grin, his white teeth showing, just as sharp as Cassandra remembered them to be. He always had the most beautiful teeth, definitely a Lestrange trait. Speaking of. “Oh, Merlin, your brother’s finally climbing up the ladder, although, I must admit, I’ll vote for Orion. Orion’s much more experienced,” Cassandra shrugged, “but still, best of luck in his candidacy, he’ll need every supporter he can get, even as a Lestrange.”

Confused by her words, Rabastan kept on staring at her, his grin now slowly fading again as he could feel his muscles relax and the compulsion wear off. The Imperius curse had lost its effect, the wand hadn’t adjusted to her, not after merely two weeks with her -- the wand wasn’t cooperating. He’d believed every word she’d said until now, would distract Walden from her, but now the part in which she’d announced her disappearance. His puzzled expression upon seeing her after the compulsion now hid behind an opened mouth, which he quickly moved as he spoke, covering up his freedom with playing pretend. What game are you playing, Cassandra? His question didn’t found its way out of him, instead he formed a different question. “What makes you think we’ll lose against an old man? Against a Black?” he looked offended. “Because he’s experienced war, while Rodolphus, being Rodolphus, cares more about you than anyone else, so it seems. And you can’t keep your god-complex in check. They know who you are and they’ll come for you. You’re a liability, a chain that keeps Rodolphus tied to problems he can never escape from. This is why he won’t win. You’ve been with him your entire life, that you completely misinterpret his love for you.” moving through the living room, Cassandra kept on searching for something. Her lack of control served as a way to get more information out of Cass, which is why Rabastan laid low, didn’t try to kill her just yet. Their positions had switched by now and he figured spending more time with her could potentially reveal more than forcefully choking it out of her.

“What exactly are you doing here in the first place, Cassandra?” his gaze followed her through the room, until she finally stopped at a picture. With her back to Rabastan, Cassandra glared at the picture, recognized her friends, smiling at the camera, being students and free, so unlike now. “Waiting for Rodolphus -- I actually planned to talk to him in private, but I guess France will have to suffice. I never wanted you to know I’m alive, so you’ll have to believe otherwise, do you understand me?”

“I understand,” he answered immediately, even after Cassandra had tried to curse him again -- his free will remained intact. “Once Augustus is free,” Cassandra stated, “my debt to him will be over. I promised myself I’d always protect him, but now, I--,” Amos’ words about Augustus might’ve been true after all, so the thought of saving her fiancé really didn’t excite her that much -- not anymore. “Now what?” he sounded annoyed by now, blowing his cover immediately. Cassandra’s jaw clenched as he walked freely towards her, his wand pushing against the bottom side of her chin. “I don’t care if you leave us or not. Whatever game you playing -- you play them by my rules. Keep Orion in check -- for my brother -- and consider yourself lucky I didn’t kill you today, mudblood lover -- the day will come, I promise you that. Am I understood?” he now pressed his wand more forcefully against her skin, until a red beam of light flashed against her skin, just another Imperius curse. “Yes,” she sounded numb, emotionless. “I don’t care about your personal agenda, your desires or your bloody ideals -- All I care about is my brother, so if you do not side with us and destroy Orion, I will destroy you. If you keep distracting my brother, I will come for you. I’ll know where all your weak spots are and I’ll use them to my advantage. I know what you’re planning, Cass, and it’s not going to work.” oh, how wrong he was, but Cassandra couldn’t speak nor fight back. “I’m not just his little brother,” rage filled his heart, “I’m a Lestrange, one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted soldiers--” he clenched his jaw to stop himself from speaking. After he’d relaxed for a bit, Rabastan removed himself from her and walked towards the couch, sitting down comfortably, a grin on his face. “If you attempt to manipulate me or my brother one more time, I’ll torture you until you’ll beg for death -- and only then I’ll happily kill you. Don’t play with fire or you’ll get burned, Cass -- your father might’ve been neglectful, but he still taught you one or two things, didn’t he? So, whatever you’ve planned for my brother -- I’d advise you to keep your distance or I’ll come for you and completely turn you into my subject. Do what you want, but if you’re smart I’d advise you to do as I say.” he raised his voice in the last half of his sentence.

“You’re insecure. You don’t want them to be safe, do you? You want them all to die -- Orion, Augustus, Cassius? You’re so fixated on your brother, that you keep ignoring the obvious threat.” Rabastan shook his head. “I just want them out of the picture. The Lestrange’s will take over from here -- and Orion needs to be distracted, as you call it, long enough to lose focus.” Rabastan grinned, “that’s what you’re good for, Cass. Now, go live your pathetic life, before I’ll change my mind.”

#( t: Paradise lost )#( c: Cassandra )#idk what this is #this is basically my characters being #weird #like legit weird #control freaks #gosh #mind control tw #torture tw #assault tw

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obsxbjoo · 7 years

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mundorkday heyo

Preferred name: tbh I’ll respond to any noise you make in my general direction but Inc is totally fine as well !!  Preferred pronouns: any ?? any,,   Timezone: MST (UTC -7 or smth) ey -yodels at the top of the Rocky Mountains-

Preferred writing style: 

hahah is it news that I don’t have a preference ?? tbh I’m super cool with any format, para, sms, dialogue or otherwise !! I actually find it a mote easier to respond to styles that are naturally shorter but thats jus bc I feel like it’s less pressure and I don’t have to fiddle with words for nine billion years pFSFSFSSS but I love em all the same !! just,, might respond faster to shorter ones just because its easier for me haaa

Preferred writing genre:

boy I’d love to try anything at least twice hahah //shot exploring different themes is always a treat in my experience ?? wherever the inspiration takes us ! I just believe that putting a muse into different situations can showcase different sides that wouldn’t have otherwise come to light !! does the usually distant or socially awkward muse have a chivalrous streak ? is the quiet one actually good with comforting people ? does the tough one have a way with children ? does the small one LOVE CHEESY GARLIC BREAD CHIPS ?? it’s always a discovery and I think it’s pretty great pFFFS,,, explorinn find the new things I’ll admit tho I’m all for them crack and dank memes 

Genres you’re less interested/would rather not partake in:

as a minor I’m neither interested in nor willing to write smut or excessively sexual content :’> anything else is really fair game !!  

Any other writing preferences?

ah I guess ?? I usually prefer small text but really it doesn’t matter either way hahaha anything else is pretty Aesthetic but also time consuming so I’m like ?? wow ?? amazing but also ahahah I’m so lazy so um yeah I’m pretty minimal on formatting,,

Favorite color:

right but listen here every color is beautiful in its own right like yeah some are drab some are neon some are pale and others aren’t and that is honestly incredible *DEEP BREATH* tl;dr how do you expect me to choose

 Favorite/lucky number:

uuuhhhhh,,, well idk the number 9 or 1 / 11 appears a lot in my life I guess hahahaha 

A song/show/drama you’d recommend:

a friend of mine would like me to promote Scorpion (cbs) and I’ve seen the first two episodes and it’s pretty great so far ?? either way I’ve peeked into quite a few different corners of music/show/drama tho but at the sam time I know like nonE AHAH,,, tho for real you can get me into pretty much anything ?? I always find something to appreciate pffs 

Fill in the blank: “You’re always free to message me about ___!”

yelling ?? idk man for real I’m a huge chatterbox and I always want to talk to people haha !! really feel free to start a conversation with me about like,, most anything tbH,, if it’s a topic I’m not familiar with you should 100000% tell me about it ?? I’d love it :00 ( also we can always just hold a conversation in just screeching I’m down for that also )

 If you could choose a species in Obscura that you’d like to be, what would it be? Why?

geeeee all the species r pretty cool ?? tho bein a vampire or a werewolf is to u gh so like I honestly don’t think I could pull it off hAHAHA,,, tbh a beast blooded would be mighty cool !! I’d totally want to be a dragon :‘DDDD

 What is your ultimate weakness; what makes you feel all soft and squishy inside?

um,,, tbh ships ?? and not even just the romantic kind like give me familial ships,, friendships, hateships, platonic ships ???? I’ll just m elt inside hahahaha wow I’m super lame.,, just some kids just having to deal with each other’s existence in their lives is honestly the best,,, angst also makes me cry and hurt forever but I love it 8")

 Write the first thing to come to mind in caps:

tHATS NOT WHAT THE FROG COLOR IS 

Three random facts about you: HAHAHAH whoops I absolutely,,, s UC K at these pFF ok um,, um lessee other than the fact that I’m lame

a pair of magpies were going to build a nest in this smol conifer right up against a window in our house and like ?? yo you could see the beginnings of the twigs getting threaded through there and I was like :000 !!! hype ?? wow they chose this place to be home and I was so ready 2 take pictures of ugly baby dinos I mean cute baby magpies since it’s like I could sit on the arm chair that’s up against the window and I could have full vantage of the lil nest ??? as I was saying, hype !! bUT THEN MY MOM TOOK OUT A FRUIT KNIFE THE ONE WE CUT WATERMELONS WITH AND SAWED OFF THE WHOLE BRANCH AND THREW IT TWIGS AND ALL INTO THE TRASH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHG -sobs softly- im just sorry for the poor magpie pair,,, I’m sorry we wasted all your hard work,,, ( mom’s explanation: this is my house so I’m not going to let them build a home on my home I was here first !! ) tho like I don’t think the magpies moved out tbh I saw the other day they were perched on our tree so ???? I’m just sad I missed out on the great pictures sob it was like a fairy tale ( I tried to talk my mom out of it by saying about how a pair of magpies were considered auspicious n all and I’m disappointed it didn’t work ?? I made a pretty good argument I feel ;v )

right so like last week we had a few slices of raisin bread from T&T ( our local Asian food supplier in the form of a supermarket eyyy ) and I was like,,, wow ??? dude how great would raisin bread french toast be like wOW !!? I’ve never made french toast before and tbh we’re like rice everyday ™ and honestly the inside of our fridge has never seen cheese or cream or pasta ( ok look I know uncooked pasta doesn’t go in the fridge but I was making a point ) and certain other western-type foods are rare guests ( a tragedy rly because I love that stuff ) bUT ANYWAY !! I was thinking about french toast and going,,, woah,,, woah woAH ??? we might actually have all the ingredients ?? we always have eggs, and… oh, half and half…? aw… we don’t have that— oH but you can make it with milk and butter ??? gasp i actually think we have like 1 stick of frozen butter from waaaay back and I’m sure it’s saved there omg this’ll work. we don’t have nutmeg but… I distinctly remember getting vanilla extract and my mom says we have cinnamon ?? I didn’t even know we had cinnamon !! wow this is going to work imma make it for breakfast tomorrow it will be great !! so cue tomorrow, I wake up earlier to get it ready ( lmao since usually I wake up like 5 mins before transit comes and toss stuff into my backpack and leave ) and,,, and it turns out we I overestimated what we had in our fridge aHAHA,,, what I thought was a stick of butter was actually yeast and there was ?? no sugar ?? I could not find sugar,,, we didn’t have milk either and I was v disappointed in myself bUT !! I still made it using soy milk and brown sugar ( it was super hard I was chiseling it with a spoon ) but luckily I did manage to dig out the vanilla extract + the cinnamon was def there, as were the eggs and salt was around. of course, had to use vegetable oil instead of butter to grease the pan as I’d planned but !! it totally turns out great and was a p good success considering a first attempt hahaha,,, topped it with bananas, crumbled walnut and maple syrup and it was great :^))))))

ummmmmmmmmmmm wow those turned out long hAHAHA,, uh no other interesting stories are coming to mind right away but like ?? I guess one time when I was a kid we were in Toronto I think and I,,, rushed some pigeons ( like when u try to make people flinch right ?? yeah ) some pigeons that were in a courtyard and like,,, ok so there was a lady eating subway and she was a respectable business lady or smth bUT SO THE FLOCK OF PIGEONS ALL TOOK OFF AND SHE ( understandably ) SPOOKED AND DROPPED HER SUBWAY AND WALKED QUICKLY AWAY AND WOW I FELT SO BAD AAHHAAHAAAaaa,,, either way the pigeons descended on the subway and it was never seen again,,, I still feel rlllyyy bad abt it I’m so sorry for like ruining that woman’s day sobbbbb

ohey and we come full circle aHahah,, one story about birds, another story about food, and then a story about birds and food aahhaahaHAHAA,,, pretty accurate reflection of my life tbh,,, I’m all about birds and food

oH,, oh,, ‘nother story came to mind which involves a rly majestic nosebleed but uh hmmm let’s save that one PSHH

#warning because wow is this a heckin long post !!#「 ooc. 」#obs: munday #aka listen to me fail at talking about myself + asdflsdfj edition :')#is this a week late or is it on time? no one will ever know

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writerjourney · 5 years

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Are Millennials Killing the Film Industry?

The short answer is no, depending on your viewpoint. Allow me to clarify, I am a millennial myself. I was born in 1994, and I’ve found that self-reflection is a fabulous form of therapy. It is obvious that the trends in movies have shifted toward the young generations as the years have passed. This is due to two simple facts: millennials are stepping into their careers, as well as product and demand. The turn that the film industry has taken has left me feeling fascinated. Who can deny the cinematic masterpiece that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe? Watching Tony Stark go from a self-righteous philanthropist to (SPOILERS) sacrificing himself to save the universe, it’s enough to make a grown man cry. Which, for the record, I did.

Now, there is no denying that there is a shortage of original stand-alone films; according to Brandon Katz (2018, para. 3) “Of the 10 highest-grossing films of 2017, nine of them were a part of established movie series.” That isn’t ideal for those that grew up chasing these fantastic films that are timeless and beautiful on their own. On the other hand, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing! Some stories need to be continued, perhaps Hollywood has simply cracked the code for what viewers want, Katz said it himself: “It’s not that studio executives don’t want to make original films, they are just simply responding to audience demand.” (2018, para. 18). Let’s be honest, who hasn’t reached the end of an amazing film like E.T. or District 9 and thought “I need to see what happens next! I hope they make a sequel!”

Sequels, even when demanded however, do not guarantee success or fulfilling your hopes: Stephen Snart says, “… Bridget Jones’s Baby; a sequel that was by all accounts a creative and commercial disappointment.” (2017, para.4). For me, I thought I wanted another Spider Man with Sam Raimi, but I was wrong. Oh, so very wrong. When Spider Man 3 happened, I was 13 years old. Even then, I could tell that movie was embarrassing. Some movies get sequels, and everyone simply pretends they didn’t even happen. (The Rage: Carrie 2, S. Darko, Grease 2, Mean Girls 2)

Now, Stephen Snart, proposes an interesting idea: “What if we viewed the Hollywood franchise era in which we live as an opportunity to reflect on the passage of time?” (2017, para. 2), and I certainly agree with him. The first time I watched The Rage: Carrie 2, I was maybe 7 or 8 years old, staying up far later than I should have been, and watching T.V. when this came on. As a child, I was terrified of this movie. Then, as I grew older and read the original Stephen King novel, I found a new appreciation for this attempt at taking an older idea and modernizing it. Referring to Bridget Jones’s Baby, Snart says, “In one of the film’s more enjoyable scenes, Bridget reconnects with her friends played by Shirley Henderson, Sally Phillips and Julian Rhind-Tutt at a funeral. You can sense the performers’ excitement revisiting these characters 15 years later. Which gives the viewer one of the film’s few joys – the approximation of reconnecting with friends several years down the line.” (2017, para. 4). Even I, a young millennial, can relate to those emotions, even though I’ve never seen either film. It’s something that is universal, and any generation can empathize with.

Movies are powerful, simply put, they are stories told through people on a screen. Yet, they can cause joy, laughter, tears, fear, and so on. They can even build bridges between generations. I remember the first time my dad took me to the movies: He hated going to movies with my siblings and myself, we would never sit still, and we would talk to the movies like they could hear us. Then, something amazing happened. The Phantom Menace, also known as, Star Wars Episode 1 hit the theaters and, for once in my life, excitement spread across his face at the idea of a movie with me! Now this was technically a prequel (a story or movie containing events that precede those of an existing work) but we both loved it! He was nostalgic and I discovered the fantastic sci-fi universe that was Star Wars. We were both excited for each other. A baby boomer and a millennial, sharing love for the same thing? Sounds like we could use some more of these movies.

Whether you’re a millennial, a baby boomer, gen x, or something in between: we all enjoy movies. So, if you think that the direction movie trends have gone is horrible, then yes, millennials are ruining the film industry. However, if you enjoy the world building, emotional storytelling, and thorough character development, then no, we aren’t. We are taking the past and building off what works.

References:

Katz, B. (2018) From ‘star wars’ to marvel: did the franchise kill hollywood’s original spirit. Observer Retrieved from: https://observer.com/2018/04/star-wars-marvel-disney-fox-sale-original-movie-franchises/

Snart, S. (April 24th, 2017) Why we should learn to stop worrying and love the blockbuster franchise. The Guardian. Retrieved from: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/apr/24/blockbuster-franchises-cars-bourne-transformers-pirates-caribbean-fast-furious

#movies #writer #millenials #babyboomers #film #entertainment #marvel #box office #college

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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Congratulations, J! You’ve been accepted for the role of DESDEMONA. Admin Rosey: There is something incredibly sweet and endearing about Desdemona -- but a quiet strength that preceeds everything she does. J, you laid the foundation so well in your application, her sincerity and kindness shines through, as well as a simplicity that is overlooked in a city like Verona. She wants to be challenged and wants to be better, and I think the plots you have planned for Delilah will help her grow in strides. I’m so incredibly excited for Delilah and everything that you promise!.Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Alias | J

Age | 21+

Preferred Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | I work full time which means that there isn’t much time for me to be on throughout the day Monday to friday. However, I can be found online most nights. It always depends on the activity of the group but I’m usually a very quick rper, so I get to all my replies within a day most often, if not two.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp? | Tags (also I’ve been stalking for a bit)

Current/Past RP Accounts | catdemir.tumblr.com / blakestvens.tumblr.com

IN CHARACTER

Character | Desdemona / Delilah Bello

What drew you to this character? | The first initial thing that got to me was how strong Delilah was. Not in terms, that the woman has never broke down in her bedroom alone, but the mere ability to get up when everyone and everything is fighting against her. Even the length of time she stayed with a man who continuously put her down and treated her badly is a strong show of character. The mere knowledge of who she is as a person is admirable. Frankly, she had every single right to speak on her husband’s betrayal, but she remained quiet and chose to show them rather than fall into the tirade of revenge and anger. The ability to shrug things off and find a noble way to regain her character is impressive. She wants the truth to be out, but she won’t go against her own person and beliefs in order to ensure people believe her cause. Her determination to face each day with her head high is awe-worthy. Especially when she has every right to leave and return to a simple life as the war and bloodshed around her is a life she accepted with her marriage. I guess, all to say that I have a thing for strong women who aren’t outwardly cruel, but who can still bear the weight of the world and never let their knees buckle.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | 1 ) I would absolutely love to have her confront her husband and defend her title. The mere admission from him would be a feat but give her a new sense of will to fight for her cause. Ultimately, it’s not something that she needs, but I believe she needs to hear it for herself. It doesn’t matter if he tells the world afterwards or if she’s the only person who hears those words from him. But the truth escaping his lips would be tremendous. Without that being said, I also believe it could be nice for someone to finally see through the rumours. To have someone finally admit that they believe her rather than hushed lies.

2) I’d love to see her toy with the temptation of perhaps switching sides. While her loyalty lies with her side, her kindness would force her to listen to the temptation of another being. Perhaps the kindness of a stranger and invisible manipulations would sway her to think about joining a cause that is not her own. I’d love that internal struggle for her and toying with the true temptation of being disloyal after trying to clear her name for so long to people who seem far too capable of pushing her aside, but also realising that this move would only fawn the flames of their false beliefs.

3) I’d love for someone to get close to her in an attempt to get something on her. Whether the hidden agenda is personal or not, it would be interesting for her be approached by a person who either searched for information on the true events within her marriage, or even finding her the easiest link to get information on the Capulets. While many would know that her status has dropped given the latest circumstances and she is not often told any significant details for attacks — but could still be valuable in voicing the little information that trickles down to her. It would be interesting to see how she fends for herself in that situation.

4) I’d love, love, for her to be in a situation where she can truly prove herself and her loyalties. Perhaps it comes down to saving her ex-husbands life or taking a bullet for another person on her side. Perhaps to even be the person to pull off a stupendous move that puts her side to a rather significant advantage. While not always merciless like others, she is a woman of her word and will go the distance to prove her loyalties to the individuals who blindly took the word of her ex-husband, I can see her going to length in order to make a move that is for the greater good of her side. The residual emotions that would come to linger afterwards could be interesting as well!

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | The dramatic side of me says yes because of the advancement and drama, but my heart says no because I already love her. However, I would be up to discussing and could certainly be swayed. Everyone loves a good death, including myself!

IN DEPTH

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!)

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

What is your favorite place in Verona?

“There isn’t a part of the city that I don’t dislike within Verona. However, I’ve come to long for the places that are forbidden to me. I’ve always been curious and yearned for what was out of my reach. Particularly, the library. The architecture fascinates me and the concept of not being able to touch many of the books within saddens me greatly, but I understand my position within this town and respect the boundaries established. However, within the bundle of buildings that I do have unfettered access to, I have to say that Phoenix and the Turtle café has to be my favorite one outside of my own abode. The mere tranquility that comes over me when I enter the warm room filled with soft chatter often serves as a sanctuary. Their coffee is exceptional as well. If you ever do go, please have their mille-feuilles.” The brunette said with a soft smile as she bit her lower lip and decided that perhaps she would spoil herself with a latte and baked good after this string of questioning. “However, as beautiful as all the buildings are within Verona, I have to admit that they could never compare to the comfort of my own home.” She chimed then, allowing a small chuckle to grace her lips. After having moved out from the home she shared with her ex-husband, the woman had searched high and low for an apartment that would comply with her needs. High windows, a lot of air circulation, a large open space – all of which she’d magicallyfound within her flat (albeit a bathtub which still saddened her). Nonetheless, the greenery she’d intricately placed within her apartment as well as her beloved pieces held a special je-ne-sais-quoi within her beloved home. “There’s never a place like home, is there?”

What does your typical day look like?

“Shockingly, I’m a morning person.” It had changed throughout the years, as she had come to find herself mesmerized with the darkness and silence that fell over a once chaotic town. Now, she could barely stay in bed after seven am. While she would like to take pride in her self-control, she knew that it held no part of the reason why she was forced from the comfort of her bed so early. “I tend to spend the day with my dog. He’s a pitbull and german mix. The neediest thing you’ve ever met and he quite enjoys waking me up early.” She mentioned with a small smile, one that easily slid across her features when she was reminded of her dog. He had been a saving grace after the fall of her marriage. One never mentioned how painful returning home to an empty house could be, no matter how horrendous a marriage had come to unfold. Though the loneliness had long settled into her bones before her husband had even made his final departure, she couldn’t bare the painful emptiness within her abode. Noshi had illuminated her life and always served to brighten up her days. A mere reminder and reason to return home and keep going on the hardest of days. “I walk my dog, and work around my home. Well, on the days that I don’t find myself being pulled into work.” A humourless laugh almost bubbled in her throat at the mention of work. Her status within the Capulets had significantly fallen since her husbands’ dismissal and false claims. Therefore, the days where she remained at home were far more numerous than the ones where she was sent on missions for the Capulet.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Delilah paused shortly to mull over the question. She could give multiple answers that would satiate some of their thirst. However, their expected looks indicated that none would be sufficient. They had made up their minds on the answers they wanted to hear. In fact, she was certain that even if she did not speak on the subject of her alleged affair, they had already convicted her guilty. She had heard the mumbles of those who did not dare face her and listened to those who did. Nonetheless, she was not one to let herself be forced into a false admission. Nor would she give them any further material to twist and convert to appease the stories they had already taken as truth. “I believe we all make mistakes. It’s the human nature, isn’t it?” A grin forms on her lips but its rather evident that it was not summoned by anything that was said aloud, rather her own thoughts. “It’s almost the most personal question one can ask – to know what keeps another human up at night. A weakness of sorts.” Her head tilted then and her form straightened before dark hues flicked from the space it had settled upon the ground and onto the individual who had asked her the question.

“I didn’t drink as many as I wanted on my wedding night.”

A silly admission to others, but it had been the first of many ways the woman had plied and tempered herself for the sake of another being. She had counted her drinks and downed water all to ensure that she’d be able to care for her husband who had no qualms about enjoying his night to the fullest.

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

“In my life, I’ve done many things for the sake of others.” The woman began as her mind circled back to her childhood. As a lone child of two overbearing parents, the little girl had been quite aware of her parents love and protective nature compared to others. How other children were left to their devices to play and explore their surroundings while she was often akin to nestle between both parents on a couch most nights. “It begun when I was a child. While children experienced many events that one yearns for while growing up, I sacrificed them in order to appease my parent’s protective nature.” Her brow perked momentarily as she allowed a shoulder to rise and fall tentatively. “It’s been in my nature to put others first, even if it means having to sacrifice my own happiness and desires. I believe that to be the most difficult but selfless task asked of any individual.” Without lifting dark hues to meet the others, she let her thoughts wander towards her failed marriage. She’d sacrificed herself in that aspect as well, and still to this day. Her image had been shattered for the sake of her ex-husband’s ego. However, the kindness that had long since nestled into her heart refused to fight in turn. One day they would find out the truth— and she would not have to bring herself down to her ex-husband’s level in order to do so. The truth was, though he had taken both her pride and future away, she still forgave him. Her parents had thought her that the hardest skill one could own was the ability to forgive in the face of pure cruelty. However, the poignant pain in her chest still remained when her thoughts inevitably returned to her parents whom she had attempted to rekindle a relationship with after the divorce.

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“That is quite the question,” the woman mulled momentarily before a mere sigh parted her lips. “I believe it’s known that this has never been my war.” At the time, her heart had only known kindness but for a man that she adored, she had jumped into a foreign fight head first. The taste of blood and hatred that exuded off of her patrons was one she’d gotten accustomed to. Mere flinches had stopped to cross her features at the sound of gun shots, but while many walked around boasting about a recent victory – she could not find the same enthusiasm. “I believe there was once a good cause for this war, but it seems it may have gotten muddle throughout the years. We fight for revenge but it will never end until we’ve all fallen.” As her form readjusted itself within the seat, she folded her hands over her left knee. “Nonetheless, I’ve long since chosen my side and will fight until that moment comes.” While this war was not hers to fight for, there were other fights she needed to win. The first and only being for herself: to prove that her loyalties were her own. Eventually, her determination would serve as lenses for those who had doubted her. They would realize that her words were the only truth. One day, she would come to win her own war and relish the sight of inner-guilt of those who dared point a finger at her. This was the only victory she believed in.

As silence filled the room and the interview came to an end, a fragile smile framed her soft features. “I wish you all the best for today.”

As she collected her jacket, the woman rose from her chair and made way towards the door.

Extras: PINTEREST BOARD && INSPO POSTS

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