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How To Adapt To Fire (I)

AU MASTERLIST || PART II

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.4k

WARNINGS: Fire(s), intended harm, mentions of death, murder, crime, corruption, arsonist mystery plot, pining, protective!Johnny, flirting, intense banter, etc.

A/N: This is based off of US Firemen just because that's what I'm most familiar with!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

There was an arsonist in the city, and you were going to catch them.

Getting out of your car, you slap the door closed behind you and rush out, heels clicking over the concrete as the roaring flames continue violently—orange and red going high into the air, all centered around an abandoned warehouse building. Through the darkness of night, everything was lit up like hell.

Your satchel hits against your thigh one fast step at a time, arms pumping as your eyes find the flashing lights beyond the glare, squinting. 

“MacTavish!” You shout, jogging to the line of yellow tape and slipping under it through a small crowd of locals who call to you sharply. Voices going in one ear and out the other, you only search for that familiar helmeted head and the Scottish accent that accompanies it.

“What is she doing?”

“How come she gets to go closer!?”

“Stop that woman!” 

Your white blouse does little to push back the gusts of molten heat on the roaring airwaves, and neither do your dress pants. You push on with stubborn righteousness, even as the mulling firefighters groan under their breaths when they catch sight of you, all pausing in their various duties and panic of grabbing the hoses and getting the water going. 

The iconic red trucks sit stationary, but the man beside one of the three vehicles has his head nearly snapped off when he darts it over to you in a fast instant. 

“MacTavish!” You call out again, locking onto wide blue eyes that blink rapidly at your appearance. 

An under-the-breath curse is leveled out, heard in between shouts and the spray of water, droplets hitting your hard face.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus. Not again.” Heavy boots jog over, tan and yellow uniform loose beside the places where the straps of his gear attach various items and tools to his body. “What in the hell are you doin’ here, Pencils?” 

“My job,” you call stiffly, your finger going out to tap at the small plastic card attached to your blouse. 

‘PRESS PASS’

“So be a good informant and tell me how much damage this is going to cause,” your hand is already inside of your satchel, flicking on a hand-held recorder, as your eyes scan about. “The fire was bigger here,” you begin without wasting any time, and the firefighter in front of you sighs in exasperation, clenching his jaw. “Was it because this place was abandoned unlike the last four scenes, or because there was a different accelerant used.” 

“I’ve told you, Hen,” MacTavish’s hand moves out in appeasement gestures, glancing at the fire and the rest of the teams that rush to get the rest of the hoses going. “Ya can’t be here when the fucking fire is still ongoing. Do you want to get burnt to a damn crisp?”

“I need answers,” you level, gaze darting back to stare into cerulean blues.

John MacTavish, who everyone just calls Johnny or Soap, for some reason, had been a familiar face to you for upwards of two months. In that time, there had been an alarming amount of suspected arson cases—twelve, counting this one. There was an unprecedented spark-up, most taking place in older neighborhoods and abandoned buildings barring the previous four, of which two people had been seriously injured, and three had died. 

But now, it was back to out-of-the-way properties, and you wanted to know why. You needed to. 

Such an escalation just to suddenly drop back down to no casualties? It didn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for your career as a journalist, then it was for your morbid curiosity of which Johnny was intently familiar with.

 The Scot clenches his jaw, dark eyebrows under his helmet stuck into a line. Around him, the others were getting the blaze under control the best they could—there was no need to go inside to search for anyone and all that had to be done was keep the fire from spreading. So, he had no trouble trying to get you to see sense yet again.

“Do you ever give it a rest,” he asks gruffly, accent thick. “Christ, I’ll be gray before you learn to stop sticking your hands where they don’t belong.” 

“You’re not my mother, MacTavish,” you speak, lowering the recorder. “Do you have anything for me?”

Johnny moves up a hand and runs it over his face, groaning. A smirk flickers to your lips. 

“You’re worse than a fly,” he breathes, unimpressed eyes opening to stick to you. “I can’t say much right now, most of it is left for forensics. Just from the blaze alone,” he glances over, taking it in. “I’d make a guess that an accelerant was used. Especially with how fast it popped up and the intensity of it. I’d have to get the dogs down here for a sniff, but it’s likely.”

“Do you think it’s—”

“Connected?” Johnny interrupts, lips twitching at the annotated gimmer in your eye. “Aye. This was man-made. There was nothing here that could start a blaze like this.” 

You click the recorder’s button and move back with a sigh. 

“Lovely.” 

The Scot raises a slow brow, looking you up and down, confused. “That’s it?”

“It’s all you can give me right now,” you mutter, sliding a look at him as your eyes squint at the rabid flames. Pieces of screeching metal fall into a heap, a loud boom of spreading smoke and lifeless coughing of material in the air. 

“Fucking hell,” you murmur to yourself. “This had to be one of the biggest ones so far.”

It was getting held back from the surrounding buildings—slowly but surely in the morning, the entire place would be a smoldering pile of ash and metal, only more questions left behind. 

Johnny sets his hands on the collar of his gear, sighing. “Won’t be the deadliest, though, will it? I’m just glad there won’t be bodies to drag out.”

You send a side-eye his way, feet shuffling. “That, I can agree with. But the pattern doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Well, sorry, Hen, but you’ll catch me a bit more concerned about the potential next targets than the pattern.” He grunts, rolling his shoulders. “We need to catch this prick. Soon. Resources are stretched thin.”

“It’s like the guy completely switched his M.O.,” you ignore him, eyes narrowing. “Abandoned buildings, then to taking people's lives, then right back to where he started? That doesn’t happen overnight.”

Johnny grunts. “‘Cept here.”  

You sigh, tapping your fingers against your bag. The man at your side looks over, shrugging as he takes in the firmness of your expression—the same that he usually wears to any scene he gets called to. Determination. 

“I’ll get the report to you soon as I get it,” Johnny breathes, tilting his head. “Figured with all of your connections, you’ll have a better chance at piecing it all together.” 

“Thank you,” you nod. The man hums. 

“Now, get the hell out of here, yeah? Makin’ me nervous. Tape’s there for a reason Dearie.”

Scoffing, you toss up a hand and shake your head. “I live to make people nervous, MacTavish. You don’t help bust criminals and not make people nervous.” 

You begin backing back up, studying the land one more time. Johnny’s lips are thin, and he shifts his legs to stare after you. 

“Just be careful,” he calls, fingers tightening at his collar, strong jaw moving as he fixes it. His heart stutters in its course. “Don’t stick your neck where it doesn’t belong, Hen.”

You wave a hand, and then you’re off again, disappearing into the crowd with flames rising high behind you. 

The fireman watches tightly, licking his lips before shouting, “I’m serious!”

—

Your list of enemies was seemingly endless. 

Drug busts, criminal enterprises, hitmen—there was no shortage of stories you’d broken and your name being printed into the papers; you weren’t at all unknown to the city or the various police or fire stations. Many described you as a public nuisance, but…you were viewed with a modicum of respect as well—even if it was kept under breath. 

Yet, where there was respect, there was also the less savory emotion of contempt from the related individuals of those whom you’d landed into the eyes of the law and behind bars.

Perhaps you’d taken this arsonist for a disorganized fool…but you were about to get a very violent reality shift. 

“This is the report?” You ask, Johnny sipping from his coffee cup as you both sit in the park three days later, the bench stiff as your fingers play over the manila folder you’d been passed. 

“The public one.” Soap huffs when you slide him a look, his finger pointing at you as he holds his drink. “What? Pencils, I don’t care who you think you are, I’m not about to risk my career for something I can just tell you first-hand.”

You sigh, muttering before your hand pushes open the papers. “Go on, then.” 

Johnny smugly smirks, chuckling as his free hand goes up to fix the backward ballcap on his head. Under the tight hold of his athletic shirt, gray sweatpants sharply contract your put-together and professional appearance—like night and day. He still smells of smoke and metal. 

“You’re bein’ more snappy than usual. Publisher still on your arse, Bonnie?”

“Telling me I need to drop this goose chase,” you grumble, scoffing, eyes skimming down the printed words ahead of you. “As if.”

“Ah, he’ll come round,” Johnny’s lips flicker, flesh crinkling under that stubble of his. An overgrown mohawk leaks from the sides of his hat. “C’mon, tell me what ya need. I’ve got it all up here,” he goes to tap his head, taking another gulp of his coffee. 

The morning air is cold all around you, and people pass pushing strollers or jogging—Saturday just beginning to spread over minds and wake those who’ve slept in. Johnny and you weren’t quite like that. 

“Our theory about the accelerant?”

“My theory,” Soap grumbles but nods. “Gasoline. Dogs found traces all over—there was a damn lot.” 

You tilt your head, glancing at him. “Fits the profile from the other cases except the ones involving casualties.” Your lips pull into a frown, Johnny’s face going more serious. “Weren’t those all started with matches to the curtains in the living rooms?”

“Aye,” Johnny tips his chin to you. “Couldn’t figure that out until—”

“Until you found the matchbox out in the lawn at one of the crime scenes, plus the busted locks on the front doors. All exactly the same.”

The fireman grunts, lips flickering as his face goes a bit red. “Know my job better than I do.” 

You pause, a small heat coming to your cheeks, eyes pausing in their search for new information. “I’m not the one who willingly goes into burning buildings, give yourself more credit.”

Johnny leans closer, chuckling. “Was that a compliment, Pencils?”

“No,” you slide out. 

He hums a sound of amusement, moving back as his form slouches into the bench. A bird darts past overhead, chirping. “Goin’ soft on me. ‘Bout time—I've been waiting.” 

You roll your eyes heavily, closing the manila folder and shifting it into your satchel. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You face Soap head-on, taking in the deep blue of his eyes and the tease hidden in them. “The station? Home?” Your brow raises. “Animal shelter—I heard they take in strays.”

“Ah,” Johnny flinches, hand raising to his chest as he feigns hurt. “This how you thank your favorite public servant?” 

“You’ll live,” you grumble, standing and flattening out your long black coat. “Come on. Seeing as you’re not entirely lost to me, I’m getting breakfast today.”

Johnny’s beaming grin makes your lips pull in a low smile.

“And just like that,” he chuckles, standing up so that his boots hit the ground and his hand falls into his pocket. The empty cup in his hand is tossed into the trash. “I’m a picture-perfect specimen. Not that I wasn’t already, eh?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you breathe, voice exasperated even as your smile breeds along the lines of your face. 

The both of you take off side by side, legs mirroring the others’ pace one slow movement at a time. Throughout your meetings for information, Johnny and yourself have grown close to one another—Violet’s Dinner one of the many places that was the unfortunate hub for your intel swapping. However, it was only unfortunate for the patrons, not you.

Soap gave what he knows about the fires and the ways they were started, and you gave over potential next targets based on whatever you can piece together from your police informants as well as others. 

You hum as you both walk the trail, slowly weaving away from the bench and down to the gated entrance of the park, slipping past the black iron as John holds it open for you. 

“Besides the ol’ fire-freak, then,” Johnny begins, smiling over at you as he itches at his neck, large arm reaching up and flexing. “Any other big breaks?”

Head turning his way, you speak easily. “In which article—the multi-generational money laundering bust at Warren’s Electrical or the murders near Fifth Ave? Or even the drug smuggling near the docks?” 

Blue eyes blink. “...Eh…any of ‘em?”

You snort, turning back to the sidewalk and shrugging. 

“You asked.” You slyly begin, before getting into the mental paper that you still had to type and send into editing. “Roy Laurence committed the murders near Fifth Avenue—my informant with the SWAT team says he was arrested and booked within an hour of the green light. DNA and fingerprints found at the scene of the last victim.” You raise a hand. “Now, I just have to try and get a spot in the courtroom when a trial date is released.”

“Well,” Johnny breathes, sending you a veiled look after a moment. “Don’t mean to brag, Pencils, but I got to help an old lady cross the street yesterday.”

You laugh, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as Soap chuckles. The sidewalk continues, men and women passing at their slow paces as cars zip past; the fireman taking the chivalrous stance of the person beside the street unconsciously.

“And I’m sure she was very pleased, MacTavish,” you push out, shifting closer to him as an individual passes by, bumping your arm into his. 

“Aye, she was,” the man huffs proudly, puffing his chest. “Called me a handsome bloke and kissed my cheek. Blushed a bit.”

“Playboy,” you tease, eyes narrowed over at him. “Cheating on the mutts back at the station?”

Johnny gasps, putting on a serious face. “Don’t you call Mr. Spots a mutt, Dearie—that’s too far.”

“Christ,” you breathe, and an arm settles over your shoulders, shaking you a bit and squeezing your flesh before chuckles follow. 

Trying not to sink into the feeling of heat and the promise of fire, you live in this moment of nearly something. There was the close sensation of borderline affection—just brushing the sense of care and…pining. 

You knew the Scot was interested in you, or, at the very least, knew he had some modicum of attraction to you. Hell, the way he’d flirted with you when you’d propositioned him to be your link to the fire department was nearly laughable even today. All smirks and glinting eyes.

John was funny, no one was denying it. 

There was that firm push and pull between the two of you, a string attached to your wrists that wouldn’t snap—that had seemingly only grown stronger over the months of mystery. But the arsonist took precedence. 

Play can only come after work, and you were the picture of professionalism. Or maybe just stubbornness.

“The regular?” Johnny asks, letting you go as he pushes open the front door of Violet’s with his shoulder, keeping it there as you move inside and nod. 

“Sure. Same seats?” 

The fireman smirks. “Always.” 

You smile, walking off to the corner booth as John goes up to the front, waving down the familiar face of the waitress to let her know that the both of you are here. The two exchange pleasantries as you sigh and lean back into the red-cushioned seats, letting your satchel drop near your feet. Sending a text to your editor, you tell him that you’ll have an article written up about one of your ongoing fixations by Monday.

Johnny’s broad shadow soon graces you once more, carrying a plate of fresh bread with butter on it. 

“Lady’s a fuckin’ lifesaver,” he breathes. “Gave us free bread today.”

Your eyes dart over to Tammy, the waitress, who winks at you before disappearing to help another customer. Hiding the twitch of your lips, you raise a brow at John. 

“Don’t you usually get pancakes, too? Your stomach will explode,” you huff. 

“Ah,” his face scrunches in dismissal. “There’s always room for fresh bread.”

His large fingers are already around the body of a knife, slathering gooey butter on a steaming piece of the carb, chomping down and swallowing before he speaks—reaching for another.

 “So, spill it on me.”

Your fingers reach out, grasping some bread and bringing it to your lips. You chew, swallow, and ease out, “I think there are two arsonists.” 

Johnny pauses, wide eyes stuck on you as he stops his hand from bringing up the next piece of food. He blinks, his face tightens as he wonders over the information that you have, and then the groans out a long, “Fucking hell… one who’s doing it for kicks, the other who’s settling scores.”

“Precisely,” you shrug. “It explains the complete break in character, and we have enough fires to show that not only is the way the flames started different, but for different reasons as well. One wants to kill, the other can’t control it. Impulse.” 

“Makes sense,” Johnny grumbles, amused mood for the moment dropping to one of flashing anger. He taps his knuckles slowly on the table, thinking. “You tell the police this theory?”

“Nah,” you shake your head as your legs shift along the seat. “You know how the chief gets about me—I need to do some of my own leg-work. Get more evidence.”

The Fireman is already shaking his head with a chuckle that has no ounce of tease or jest in it. “Nah ah, no fuckin’ way am I letting you get involved with two arsonists—certainly not one that kills people, Hen.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking permission,” you smirk as your breakfast plates are brought over. Johnny’s is full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and you, your regular. You thank Tammy with a nod and take a sip of your small drink. “There has to be a connection between the victims. I’ve written about them before, my notes have the answers, I’m sure. I need to focus on one at a time—”

“Bonnie—”

“A possible Revenge-Motivated Arsonist is a far bigger threat than one that only has an impulse to light fires and not harm others. I’ll leave the ladder to you—”

A hand grabs at your own, grasping it firmly. Head snapping up to the square jaw ahead of you, which is tight, the stubble moving the scar along his chin one frown line at a time, you pause your quick rant. Face steadily heating as callouses run along your flesh like un-cut granite, your heart stutters.

“You’ll do nothing without me.” Johnny’s expression leaves no room for discussion. 

Mouth slightly parted, your eyelids blink before a squeeze is leveled out on your hand, and the Fireman shifts back. Your eyes follow, stuck on how his shirt hugs his large biceps and the gentleness of how he held you—how he always held you. 

Focus.

“You’re not getting dragged into this,” you chuckle, tilting your head seriously. “It could cost you your job.”

Johnny shrugs. “Only if I’m caught. If you're half as stubborn, as I already know you to be, Pencils,” he sighs, low smile coming to his lips. “Then I know you’ll be needing my level head.” Cobalt eyes twinkle.

You stare at him, blinking. Ignoring that skip in your pulse. As hard as you would like to try, you can’t say no to that face of his—that open expectation and firm choice.

“As level as a steep decline,” your grumble meets Soap’s ears, and the man’s face twists with an ingrained amusement that breeds the closer you are to him. It was easy to bounce jokes with you—like a pair of birds, squawking and puffing feathers, only stopping at strange intervals to preen one another before the loud chatter started anew. 

“And stop it with the dumb nickname already,” you glare. “It happened once.”

John drags his plate closer, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite out of it. “It isn’t every day you see a bonnie Hen with seven pencils in her breast pocket, is it? Hell of a first meeting with that serious face of yours and the sight of fabric practically ripping open.”

“I was in a rush,” your face burns, jaw rotating. “At least I was prepared, MacTavish.”

“Well, who’s sayin’ I wasn’t prepared?”

“Me!” Your fingers grab at your fork, pointing it at him. “You were practically covered head-to-toe in ashes!”

Red cheeks on his part, but always that adorning sheen to his expression.

“I was just in from a damn fire!”

Breakfast went as it usually did—good food and better company—but there was a deeper level to it now; a sharp edge of purpose. By the time the both of you were done, you’d already made up your mind to make it back to your apartment and gather the intel that you had. Find a starting point.

But, as mysteries like these always go, the good times came to a rapid cliff-drop. Johnny was muttering about his work schedule back on the sidewalk when he got the call. 

Phone to ear, you’d seen his face tighten—feet going completely still as you have to halt and look back at him, confused. A breeze goes by on the air, and your nose twitches to a sharp tang that leaves your fingers twitching.

“What do you mean, ‘fire on third street?’” Your body locks up, and Johnny’s face becomes devoid of pigment, watching yours closely. It was a strange emotion on his face; a hard and hesitant thing all at once. He was staring, brows pulled in as your lungs seemingly went to concrete inside of your ribs.

Third street? Fire? 

Soap’s voice goes even lower. Spine even more straight. “...Stillview apartments?” 

You’re already running before you can understand the severity of the revelation—dashing as Johnny yells after you to stop. 

That was your apartment building.

“Dearie!” The fireman shouts, his boots pounding after, but you had a head start, shoving through the crowds, dodging strollers and trash cans—bags and thrown curses. “Fucking hell, stop!”

Your form darts fast, heart hammering. Already your mind is running through every possibility and explanation. How could this be happening? Why? Has one of the arsonists found you out? But even then, it could only be the one intent on murder—countless others lived in your building; this was more than intent…it was a massacre.

Fires don’t just spark at a time like this to not be called connected.

Even over the air, you could hear sirens above Johnny’s loud pleas to slow down, moving as well as he could through the rush of people. 

He’s still on the phone, barking questions and the will of his legs to take him in the direction of the department building. But you. The back of your head in his black-sided vision. 

The man knows that if he doesn’t catch you, you’ll run straight into that blaze not only for the principal but your evidence. Your cork boards and their red strings—your pictures and printed articles. Johnny knew you had them, he wasn’t an idiot. 

You were too smart for your own good.

He was nearly there—just a few more steps and he could grab the back of your jacket like some stray cat, pull you back until you were in his arms. A fireman, yes, but he’d never get used to the inferno that was you; you consumed him utterly. It was an instant feeling for him, and even with the initial flirting, the immediate latching of his attention held fast. A bird to a wire. Hopeless, he was. Johnny was afraid at how much you trapped him in your ways—your looks and your…you-ness.

And you were only making him more afraid at this very instant. 

Soap was the only person ever supposed to be walking into fire.

“Hen!” The fireman barks, sharp and visceral. But you only take the next corner faster, satchel slapping against your thigh. 

“No,” you pant, legs dashing. “No, no, no. I left everything I need for this case in my filing cabinet!” 

This is what you get for trying to be organized for once.

You smell the smoke before you see it, and feel the heavy hand on your coat collar not a moment after you lock on it.

“MacTavish!” Your angered voice moves out, but it’s all strangled away in a fast moment of the screaming of sirens and the visible fire from your tall apartment building strikes you. Watching blankly, your face falls as strong arms reel you back into a chest. 

“Fuck,” Johnny growls, eyes wide as he looks on, phone clenched tightly in one hand. His jaw writhes with tension, vision darting from one fire truck to another and the men available to help. People were doing a myriad of things—screaming, running, watching—but through it all, there was the presence of fear coupled with a static anticipation. 

Panting heavily, you watch your life’s work go up in flames, and feel the tight arms of your informant keep you close.

You learn that if you don’t adapt to this fire sooner or later, it’s going to consume you. And still, you can’t understand if you’re talking about Johnny, who murmurs quick words of comfort into your ear, or the case that just locked you in with chains of commitment and rage.

The real work had just begun as ashes fell like snow to the street; the spray of the firetruck’s water flew with sure aim. Your face hardens, and you feel that worried grip tighten, bringing you into a ramshackle hug.

You have an arsonist to catch, and not a single person would stop you now.

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About Me

Hello everyone! My name is Green (she/her), I'm a Hufflepuff with a gremlin streak, and my hobbies include reading, writing, and failing the NYT Wordle.

I primarily write humour, angst, fluff, and a bit of spice. At the moment all my work is Canon Character/ Reader OCs, who never have a name (only a nickname, no Y/N). I'm slowly working on porting everything over to tumblr, but you can check out the links to AO3 and Wattpad in the meantime.

As a quick note, I never copy game dialogue. Besides some iconic lines, all writing is original and entirely my own.

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Multi-Chapter Fics

🍭☀️A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet

In which, against the wishes of his staunchly pure-blood supremacist family, Ominis Gaunt befriends you, a naive Muggle-born Hufflepuff, and his life inexplicably changes. Or, what happens when a pure-blood from an anti-Muggle family falls in love with a Muggle-born?

[Ominis/Reader (Gibby), T-Rated, 127k, complete] A retelling-turned-original-story from Ominis’ POV that expands his role in the main questlines and beyond. Parallels his life story with relevant flashbacks.

Tropes: angst/ romance/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, pure-blood culture, canon rewrite, book!canon compliant.

Trigger warnings: coarse language, familial abuse, comas, trauma, blood/injury, grief/death, torture, magical prejudice/ racism.

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🦡✨Troublesome and Unladylike

In which, your life changes twice in quick succession: the first, when you discover you have magic, and the second, when you meet an enigmatic blind Slytherin.

[Ominis/Reader (Gibby), T-rated, 40k, ongoing] ACVAS from the Reader's perspective, with all original content and much lighter tone. Recommended after ACVAS, however you can read it separately.

Tropes: romance/ humour/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, hijinks and shenanigans, Muggle culture, Magic from a Muggle POV, canon rewrite.

Trigger warnings: coarse language, familial abuse, comas, trauma, torture, magical prejudice/ racism.

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🐦‍🔥🍰Stay With Me

Garreth Weasley is good at Potions… and not much else. You, a bookish, lonesome Ravenclaw with a weighted family secret, are good at everything… except Potions. Assigned together for a mutual tutorship, Garreth is sure he won’t meet anyone more boring. But the potions lab isn’t the only place where sparks will fly.

[Garreth/Reader (Prim), T-rated, 111k, ongoing] A mystery-romcom following sixth-year Garreth Weasley when he is foisted a frosty and lonesome tutor hiding secrets of her own. Can be read entirely independently from ACVAS but does reference some of the events.

Tropes: romance/ humour/ drama, slow burn, fluff, tutoring together, grumpy x sunshine, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, pining, love triangle, dark secret, sworn off love, Everyone Can See It.

Trigger warnings: coarse language, blood/injury.

[Tumblr link, AO3 link, Wattpad link]

🥀🔮Shelter of Our Night

After being released from Azkaban for the murder of his uncle four years ago, Sebastian Sallow finally sees his chance to start anew. But when ancient magic starts to corrupt you, the Hero of Hogwarts and his long-time crush, Sebastian and you must face the vengeful spirit of Isidora Morganach, discovering the hard way that the shadows of one’s past never really leave you. Most of the time, in fact… they bite back.

[Sebastian/Reader (Missy), M-Rated, 48k, ongoing] A sequel to the game storyline where Sebastian went to Azkaban and the MC absorbed the Repository – with a piece of Isidora Morganach's soul. Directly follows the events of ACVAS but can be read separately.

Tropes: angst/ drama/ romance, slow burn, mutual pining, lovers in denial, Couples Who Kill Together..., second chance, childhood friends-to-lovers, redemption, dark secret.

Trigger warnings: coarse language, familial abuse, trauma, grief/death, murder, blood/injury, non-explicit smut.

[AO3 link, Wattpad link]

🍺🖤This Hell We Create

The freckled stranger has been visiting your pub for three months now, drinking to forget the worst times. You might be the person he needs to remember the best.

[Sebastian/Reader (the bar girl), E-rated, 19k, ongoing] A short series following a Muggle barmaid and the freckled stranger who visits her pub every night. Trigger warnings vary per chapter. Completely unrelated to the ACVASverse.

Tropes: angst/ drama/ romance, eventual smut, wizard x Muggle, different worlds, dark secret, Magic from a Muggle POV, oblivious to magic.

Trigger warnings: alcoholism, coarse language, non-explicit sexual assault, dementia/ Alzheimer's disease, blood/ injury, explicit smut.

[Tumblr link, AO3 link, Wattpad link]

Commissioned Art

👗❤️‍🔥 Garreth & Prim in Potions/ at the Valentine's Ball for Stay with Me [Lyworth]

💥⚡ Sebastian, Missy and Isidora Fight for Shelter of Our Night [yoshitsuno]

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[sitp-recs]

Happy birthday my dear @the-starryknight! It’s been such a joy to share this space with you for the past couple years. You’re not only one of the kindest souls out there, but also an incredibly talented writer and such an important fandom supporter and enthusiast. I’m beyond grateful for everything you’ve done - from compiling great resource posts like this one with Drarry reccers and this one about fandom curation - to your uplifting Tuesday TLC Zone series and your gorgeous, heartfelt fic recs. It’s wonderful to see the quiet yet powerful impact you have beyond your written works, which are already brilliant in themselves.

The way you’re able to build delicious tension and suspense in just a few words, the way you explore aching tenderness, raw desire and desperate loneliness, the way you gently guide us from darkness to healing with every love story. Your impeccable prose, your precise use of sentences, your ability to transform nuanced characters and establish rich universes within just a few words. Everything about you and your writing moves me so much! I can only express gratitude and appreciation for everything that you’ve done and shared with us so far. Here’s a little gift to celebrate your iconic short format that reflects all of the things I mentioned above, with a few selected favorites from this microfic series that I adore so much. Happy birthday! 💙

🏮ch 5: read him in secret // dogeared pages

My lips dogear the page of his skin so I can’t forget my place, bookmarked out of sight. Unsilenced, my fingernails leave red marginalia on his spread thighs, his sweat dampening the pages: remember this. They wrote a thousand stories in his name, but I’m the author of his satisfaction.

🏮ch 9: audience of one // blush

The adrenaline bass fills Harry’s veins like a heartbeat as he watches from the wings. The stage lights blush across Draco’s burning cheeks, the final notes shiver from his fingertips. The audience shouts his name — Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy — but it tastes different in Harry’s mouth, Draco’s music on his tongue.

🏮ch 12: seeker on seeker // gloves

It’s the leather pressed so close to my skin I can feel the threads in the fingertip where he fucks me, glove on thigh on cock, unwilling to shuck our Quidditch kits in favour of this — oh — this, riding him with everything in between and nothing left to stop us.

🏮ch 16: desire admission // silk

He’s sunken into the silk-tied satin-slide sweetness of try-this-with-me trust, of lace on skin and knots on thighs. “Draco,” he pleads, shivering on the ever-moving edge of desperation. “Draco,” slips from his tongue as I fuck him like he wants it most, sweat-slick and uninhibited.

🏮ch 32: shelf life // bookbinder

Bind me to him, lay my gathering down against his spine so only thread lies between our inked pages. Tie me to him so I can feel the hush of our deckle edges against each other with every licked-finger page-turn press. Open me, I’ll tell him. Read me – I’m yours.

🏮ch 35: lying lupine // werewolf

I cared for him only as the Wolf, but I knew him in every sense of my self. Pine and hemlock, sandalwood and home — when the moon glared monthly fear into my bones, he smelled like safety. In daylight, though our knees remained mud-stained, I looked the other way.

🏮ch 38: alchemical formula // inch

I know his inches by touch and his skin by taste and the balance of gold to man by the way he makes my heart beat. He is eternal life when he laughs; and seductive sin when he offers himself to me — freely, as if I deserve to know.

🏮ch 42: taking back life's thread (a second chance) // thread

If Fate lives, let her watch me take this thread and tie it ‘round his wrist — bind him to me. When we weave this life’s tapestry, we’ll hold our clashing colours double, we’ll trace the same pattern; I have spent too long at odds to not press myself against him.

🏮ch 48: potions collaboration // stardust

“Let me teach you how to collect stardust,” murmured Draco, pressing Harry into the dewy grass. They were bare beneath the full moon, naked skin flushed with the summer heat and more. “Like this,” he said, drawing his thumb through sweat collected at Harry’s hip. “On skin, suspended in saltwater.”

🏮ch 50: little luminaries

Harry stands among his creations; a dozen glass lights dazzle amid the charmed ceiling. Vibrant red, silver-grey and joyful yellow by the witchlight, his craft in each soldered seam.

"You're watching me again."

How can I not? "I like the gold one, there."

"They're yours. I make them all for you."

Check the full little luminaries microfic collection here!

[the-clawtake]

FORGED

(This is the first time Jehan tried commanding anything larger than a single Star. Takes place the 4th or 5th of May, 3052, somewhere in Holth Forest.)

“Stravag!” Star Commander Jehan MacKenzie swore as he dropped his gaze from the plumes of smoke filling the horizon to his Dragonfly’s tactical display. The wire-mesh topography glowing green in the small round screen did nothing to improve his mood, nor did the cluster of icons surrounding his own in the small flat patch they occupied.

The withdrawal from Luk, although it had started in good order despite the surprise of the orders, had begun to disintegrate during the first evening. It was hard, maneouvering significant numbers of battlemechs in good order through hard terrain at the best of times; Dense forest, cover of darkness, and continuous barrage did not qualify as the best of times. Now he, a Star Commander with supposed responsibility for a single Star of Beta Galaxy, found himself the ranking officer for what appeared to be a Trinary.

And to make matters worse, they had heard snippets of comm chatter suggesting ComGuard was in the process of overruning the Seventh Bear Guards behind them and had flankers out trying to engage the rest of the Ghost Bears withdrawing through Holth forest, and from the looks of the smoke, half of Tukayyid was on fire. Of course that was before the smoke had started playing havoc with their comms. Now they were unable to manage anything beyond short-range squawks, and straightened in his pilots chair, he toggled his short-range comms to the channel they were currently using.

“Attend, Warriors.” He transmitted, then waited a moment while the various pilots sounded off. Once they had, he toggled the comm again.

“ComGuard has fired the forest and their flankers will be harrying our withdrawal. The situation is dire and the only way out is through. Zellbrigen is hereby suspended, upon my authority.” he paused, considering. His own star was entirely composed of Spheroid Abtahka, and could set the example. From the accents, there were another couple of warriors amongst those with him who had not been raised in a Clan Sibko. He issued a final set of orders.

“All Warriors. Dump any remaining munitions. Match pace to the slowest unit. Focus fire and engage in melee when possible. Confirm orders, quiaff.” He might suffer for that final one later, but it would surprise any ComGuard pilots, who would be used to Clan Warriors eschewing close quarters fighting. A chorus of affirmatives came through, some slower than others, and he turned his machine in the direction of Spanac, and toggled the comm a final time.

“All units. Form on me.” and he eased the throttle forward, starting into the pines.

[ojcobsessed]

The British actor, who broke out in Netflix’s spooky anthology series from Mike Flanagan, speaks to Tom Murray about his thrilling new movie ‘Jackdaw’, his pride at appearing in ‘Hollyoaks’, and why he thinks he’s ‘too emotional’ to play 007.

Ihave this thing in my head,” Oliver Jackson-Cohen is telling me. “I don’t know where it comes from, but I am always convinced that everything I do is going to be s***. So I’m always pleasantly surprised that it’s not as s***ty as I think.”

The London-born actor really doesn’t need to be so anxious. Since landing his breakout role of heroin addict Luke Crain in Mike Flanagan’s Netflix anthology series The Haunting of Hill House in 2018, Jackson-Cohen has proven time and again his skill at playing damaged goods. Whether it’s his sociopathic turn as businessman Peter Quint in Flanagan’s sequel series The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), or as Dakota Johnson’s terrifying boyfriend in The Lost Daughter (2021), or as Elisabeth Moss’s see-through ex in The Invisible Man (2020), Jackson-Cohen has cemented himself as one of Hollywood’s go-to baddies.

But in his latest film, the 37-year-old is taking a stab at being the hero... sort of. Jackdaw is set against a bleak, wintry North East of England, with Jackson-Cohen playing an ex-motocross champion and army veteran who commits a crime in the hopes of starting a new life for his family.

The actor is the first to admit that the Jackdaw script was “fairly straightforward” for the action-thriller genre: a criminal job goes awry, family member gets kidnapped, man must save kidnapped family member. But he says that the film’s director, first-timer Jamie Childs, wanted to prove that genre films like these don’t have to be the preserve of the US. “He wanted to make movies that would be made in America in the Nineties, but set in the North East,” Jackson-Cohen explains. “He wanted to really showcase that and show that we can make these sorts of high-concept movies on small budgets in the UK.”

There are blatant American influences on the film – it’s all synths, rain and neon, like it’s been put under an Instagram filter named “Blade Runner”. I tell Jackson-Cohen that his character in the film, Jack Dawson, feels like a mash-up of Ryan Gosling’s criminal characters in Drive (2011) and The Place Beyond the Pines (2012) – brooding, morally questionable types with good hearts at their core. “Yeah, like a Northern, poor man’s Ryan Gosling,” he jokes. “Listen, I’ll happily be a poor man’s Ryan Gosling for the rest of my life.”

Jackson-Cohen has a face that looks like it’s been carved by Bernini, so it’s no surprise to learn he originally found success as a model. On the day of our conversation, he’s wearing a frame-fitting black jumper; his stubble is grown out but perfectly manicured, as is his thick brown hair, which is styled into a messy quiff. A 2012 Harper’s Bazaar interview conducted at a London hotel noted a “perceptible thrill” that “rippled through the female staff” upon his arrival. His looks, accent and 6ft 3in height have also made him a perennial fixture in predictions for the next James Bond. But Jackson-Cohen is worried he’d be “too emotional” to play the part. “It’s such an iconic character, isn’t it?” he says. So if 007 producer Barbara Broccoli were to call, he’d send her to voicemail? “Of course not! No one’s gonna say no to Babs are they?”

If he does end up firing guns and sipping martinis for a few years, Jackson-Cohen would be the first Bond to have appeared in Hollyoaks, the teen soap infamous for its annual Hunks and Babes cast calendars. He booked a single-episode role on the show when he was 15 – his first acting gig. “I remember getting the phone call and being like: ‘This. Is. It,’” he says, grinning. “Walking into school the next day I was so full of myself.”

After training at London’s Youngblood Theatre Company and then the famed Lee Strasberg Institute in New York, he began booking supporting roles in a number of American films you probably don’t remember: the Dwayne Johnson clanger Faster (2010), Anna Faris’s What’s Your Number? (2011), or Going the Distance (2010), one of Drew Barrymore’s lesser romcoms. He’s spoken previously about the grand expectations he placed on his early film work, assuming they’d propel him into the big leagues. He was shattered when they didn’t, leading him to take a nine-month break from acting.

The Haunting of Hill House, in 2018, proved to be a turning point. It was a smash hit, earned him a rabid fanbase, and helped launch him into a particular kind of recognition – something he describes as “Netflix famous”. “It’s quite an interesting thing,” he says. “You’re the most famous person in the world for a while and then the next show comes along and that completely takes over.”

Regardless, the role was not without catharsis for him. He has spoken about how his own experience with childhood sexual abuse and PTSD influenced his take on the character. He first discussed it in 2017, during the #MeToo movement, writing on Instagram: “[I] have spent most of my life living with PTSD, pretending it didn’t happen, and now, trying to rebuild what was shattered. The thing about sexual abuse is that the moment it is done, however brief or however long, it changes the course of your life permanently.”

I ask him how the part impacted him, and for the first time in our conversation, the actor’s geniality falters and his face takes on a visible strain. “I think, if you speak to any of us from that cast, those characters meant so much to us because we put so much of ourselves into them,” he says. Flanagan, he says, was “incredibly collaborative” and “allowed me to just take the reins with it and left me alone to do that.” He also knows the part struck a chord with audiences. He remembers being approached by strangers in public who’d share their stories of addiction. “I think ultimately all of us feel incredibly proud that it hit a note with people and it allowed people to open up a discussion, to feel like they could talk about this stuff.”

As soon as Hill House was released, Jackson-Cohen says he was sent “a slew of horror scripts” that were “all the same thing, just a watered-down, less good versions [of the show]”. He names Ira Sachs’s raunchy gay drama Passages, Jonathan Glazer’s new Holocaust film Zone of Interest and Justine Triet’s awards season darling Anatomy of a Fall as films he’s admired from afar this past year. “I don’t think there’s a formula of: you work with this director and this writer and then, success. But I do think you reach a point where you’re like, ‘Oh I do actually want more out of this.’”

He knows, for instance, that he’s seen a certain way by casting directors. “I’ve played quite a lot of toxic men. But I’ve become fascinated with the question of, ‘how do we humanise these morally corrupt characters?’ There’s a challenge in that, which I think is quite fun. But, like anything, you go through periods where you like to play a certain thing and then it’s time to move on.”

So no more baddies? He weighs it up.

“I think I’ve played my fair share now.”

‘Jackdaw’ is in cinemas now.

[throne-for-queens]

Sandra and anons, you were so right when you said you felt it was a last minute decision because the video didn't match the message of the song. Especially when you said "it's like taking waste love and putting the Diablo music video over it, it just doesn't fit."! Saying that after he tweeted this: "my friend SamTCahill pulled this off last minute and directed a mini movie, i've watched him boss up and i couldn't be prouder"

If you care about my opinion: I think they were clueless about which direction to go with the video and Sam came up with Place Beyond The Pines. They took some artistic liberties to accommodate Bunnie story (she is now choosing a surrogate), Jelly Roll story (daughter born when he was jailed) and his story (never been able to be romantic with his lover while she had a big belly).

Him and the XX team are very close and share a lot of personal and private stuff. This is speculation now: I think Kells opened up in details with all of his team (including the ones that were not around before) about how 2014/2015 really went down. So if he cared about the movie, they must know why.

Now, I could be wrong, but usually Elisa Jane never ever styles Megan and why would she, she doesn't need a MF when she has MGK but also pop icons like Shakira and Beyoncé in her portfolio... she's on a whole other level. But if she did style her before, alone or in couple, don't hesitate to correct me. I only know she styled her for this video clip: we know nothing about their relationship (or lack there of... Elisa and his daughter very seem close tho, Nicole J. too) but they always seemed to have kept a distance, at least on every vid ever that caught them being near one another. Despite that, I can see Elisa closing an eye for the sake of this clip and go for it just to get the project done.

When it comes to Sam, the movie has amazing cinematography so even if you don't relate to the plot (idk, maybe he does too, who knows?), if you are an expert you can still appreciate the outsanding camera work. Yes, that movie IS a great bonding opportunity, there's something for everybody. Not a camera expert here at all, but the bank robbery scene must have been one of the hardest to shoot in the movie and I bet was very difficult to recreate too. And props to them, Sam and Kells did it perfectly, everything the same, only difference are the weapons!

Sam did a good job, I can appreciate the creativity and the cinema of it all. Concerning Megan and Elisa, I don't know if she's ever dressed Megan beyond this video. I'm actually surprised Megan and Maeve seemed to have broken up, because I think that aside from her relationship with colson, Maeve has made Megan fashionably relevant.

Also I agree with your opinion on them not knowing what direction to take the video. I think because they wanted to release them as a package deal, it didn't give a lot of time to get a vibe with the song and how it was going to be perceived.

[bettsfic]

hey betts :) just wanted to check in on how your ryan gosling summer went! (or if it's still ongoing?) how would you rank all of the ryan gosling movies you've seen so far?

alas, Ryan Gosling Summer was cut a little short by my vacation, but there were only a few movies left on my list that i really wanted to see that i'm sure i'll catch eventually (first man, united states of leland, stay, murder by numbers). i'm in a weird brainspace where i'm experiencing my post-travel funk but also my pre-travel jitters, and that makes for like an uncontrollable fire hose of attention which is probably why i'm reblogging a whiplash-inducing array of interests.

i have two ways of ranking: based on actual quality and based on how much i liked them.

ranking by quality (all):

blue valentine

barbie

drive

blade runner 2049

half nelson

the gray man

lars and the real girl

the nice guys

the place beyond the pines

only god forgives

the notebook

la la land

crazy stupid love

song to song (DNF)

ranking by my enjoyment (top 5 only):

barbie

the gray man

drive

blade runner 2049

lars and the real girl

honorable mentions:

the first half of place beyond the pines (like why the fuck would you make a phenomenal character like handsome luke and then just kill him off in the middle of his story?? i have a craft essay in my head about this)

the stellar vibes and mommy issues of only god forgives (i still intend to watch it again!)

there is yet another ranking of iconic-ness of characters but that would be hard to discern i think. ken would be at the top though.

overall, i've written ~40k of fic inspired by Ryan Gosling Summer (but i've only posted 16k). i'd like to finish and post my barbie fic but, again, weird brainspace. i also wanted to pick up my 2049 fic i started in 2017 but the premise is so complicated i have no idea where i was going with it. i probably stopped writing it because the premise was so complicated i had no idea where i was going with it.

thank you for asking! this was super fun to answer.

[gmzriver]

Ryan Gosling as the driver in "Drive" icons

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[cymlea]

Beyond Borders: Exploring Hidden Connections

As you seamlessly transition between the captivating realms of Florida and New York, consider delving into the hidden connections that bridge these two states. Embrace the journey not just as a passage between destinations, but as an exploration of the unspoken threads that tie diverse landscapes together.

Waterfront Marvels:

Connect the coastal beauty of Florida with New York's waterfront marvels. Stroll along the historic Hudson River waterfront in Battery Park City, mirroring the soothing ambiance of Florida's Gulf Coast. Let the rhythmic waves create a harmonious link between these distant shores.

Artistic Expressions:

Uncover the art scenes that flourish in both states. From the street murals of Wynwood in Miami to the galleries of Chelsea in New York City, witness how artistic expressions resonate in different environments. Seek out local artists, each contributing to the vibrant cultural tapestry.

Nature's Symphony:

Discover the shared appreciation for nature's symphony. Whether it's the rustling palm leaves in the Everglades or the whispering pines of upstate New York, recognize the common thread of tranquility that weaves through both states, inviting you to pause and immerse yourself in nature's embrace.

Culinary Crossroads:

Explore the culinary crossroads that define each state. Miami's fusion of flavors echoes in the diverse neighborhoods of Queens, showcasing the rich cultural blend that both Florida and New York embrace. Savor the culinary diversity, each dish telling a unique story.

Urban Pulse:

Feel the urban pulse that resonates through the streets of Miami and New York City. Allow the vibrant energy of Miami's nightlife to echo in the lively beats of Brooklyn. Witness how the spirit of urban life thrives in distinct yet interconnected ways.

Architectural Elegance:

Observe the architectural elegance that shapes the skylines. Compare the sleek lines of Miami's modern buildings with the iconic structures of Manhattan. Each cityscape narrates a story of progress, design, and the evolving spirit of urban living.

Cultural Threads:

Follow the cultural threads that weave through the histories of both states. From the indigenous roots in Florida's historic sites to the multicultural heritage embedded in New York's neighborhoods, acknowledge the diverse narratives that contribute to the rich tapestry of American culture.

Reflections and Revelations:

Pause at reflective points, where the landscapes, cultures, and histories converge. Whether it's the reflective pools at the 9/11 Memorial in New York or the tranquil waters of Florida's natural springs, let these spaces prompt introspection and appreciation for the interconnectedness of all places.

Embracing Diversity:

Embrace the diversity that makes each state unique. Celebrate the differences and similarities, recognizing that these nuances contribute to the beauty of the American mosaic. Let the journey foster a sense of unity within diversity.

Inspiring the Next Chapter:

Allow this journey to inspire the next chapter of your adventures. Consider how the experiences in Florida and New York shape your perspective, broaden your horizons, and pave the way for future explorations. Every destination is a stepping stone to new discoveries. A Unified Odyssey:

As you traverse the landscapes, cultures, and atmospheres of Florida and New York, acknowledge the invisible threads that bind them together. Through this unified odyssey, may you discover the beauty of connectedness, finding joy in the seamless flow between contrasting destinations.

May the whispers of the palms in Miami resonate with the echoes of Central Park, and may your journey transcend borders, leaving an indelible mark on your heart. Safe travels as you continue to uncover the hidden connections that make each place a unique yet integral part of the larger tapestry of exploration.

[astonishinglegends]

Ep 269: The Hitchhiker of Mogollon Rim

"The trickster is found worldwide. Superficially, his tales seem little more than entertaining stories for children, but they encode important truths. The trickster is central to many religious beliefs, and some of the tales are sacred. In fact, a number of cultures permit only a few persons to tell the stories and restrict when they can be told because they have a power of their own."  -- "The Trickster and the Paranormal," by George P. Hansen

Description:

The Mogollon Rim in northcentral Arizona is a geological landform that spans around 200 miles east to west, demarking the southern boundary of the Colorado Plateau in the state. This topographical feature is classified as an escarpment where wide and steeply sloping cliffs and rock masses delineate the high pine-covered plateau on the northern side, which receives cold winter temperatures and light snow from the desert-like conditions below to the south. This transitional nature provides a habitat for significantly varying types of plants and animals. Perhaps because of Mogollon Rim’s liminal nature, this variance is claimed by many to also extend to creatures and phenomena that dwell beyond our understanding. Accounts and legends of UFOs, supernatural occurrences, and even its own brand of a hominin-like beast known as the “Mogollon Monster” are familiar to the territory. The supernatural element became all too real for our guest, Jay, who endured a terrifying encounter while working as a wildlife biologist for the Arizona Game and Fish Department. While studying black bears in the rugged canyons and terrain of the Rim, Jay encountered an impossible stranger in a pretty unlikely place, one that insisted on getting a ride. But who or what was this thing, and what was their intention? An ancient spirit known to the Native American cultures of the region or a physical being with mystical powers masquerading as a weird human? While it is never advisable to pick up strangers, it seems that one may be compelled to give a ride to a hitchhiker on Mogollon Rim, maybe as just a playful reminder that humans are not the apex of the paranormal food chain.

Reference Links:

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Mogollon Rim on Wikipedia

Mogollon culture on Wikipedia

Navajo

Escarpment

Madrean Sky Islands

Sky island

“Mogollon Monster 100” trail race

Mogollon Monster

The Mogollon Monster from Weird U.S.

“Bigfoot sightings abound in early Rim Country history” from the Payson Roundup, Tuesday, March 1, 2016

“Arizonan Legends” from the Horizon Sun, April 1, 2017

“Rim Country Places” from the Rim Review, January 22, 2014

“Ask Clay: Gather round for tales of the Mogollon Monster” from azcentral.com

“Searching for the Mogollon Monster” from Williams - Grand Canyon News

“Story, video: Apaches go public with Bigfoot sightings: 'It cannot be ignored any longer'“ from Tucson.com

“40 years later: Most documented UFO sighting, abduction still draw interest” from the White Mountain Independent

The Mogollon Monster YouTube channel

“The Legend Of The Mogollon Monster In Arizona May Send Chills Down Your Spine” from Only in Your State

Arizona Game & Fish Department

Location:

Mogollon Rim, Arizona

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Episode 269: The Hitchhiker of Mogollon Rim. Produced by Scott Philbrook & Forrest Burgess; Audio Editing by Sarah Vorhees Wendel of VW Sound. Music and Sound Design by Allen Carrescia. Tess Pfeifle, Producer and Lead Researcher. Ed Voccola, Technical Producer. Research Support from The Astonishing Research Corps, or "A.R.C." for short. Copyright 2023 Astonishing Legends Productions, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

[roobylavender]

So I'm pretty new to comics and the DC comics fandom and I've been noticing this interesting parallel in the cultural ideas and fandom discussions with the star trek fandom, specifically the concept of Kirk Drift. In brief the term was coined by an article talking about how the cultural perception and modern conception of Jim Kirk is completely made up and utterly divorced from the Kirk we actually see in the original series. And your analyses of male characters as they were portrayed in the 70s and 80s (Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne in particular) really reminded me of this article.

It's interesting how similar the warping of these massive cultural icons is given the similarities (being a part of a decades old property and having been written by multiple writers over a long stretch of time) and the differences (the sheer volume of material that dc characters get as opposed to 3 seasons of a tv show plus some movies, the mediums, different industries, and being a part of a genre that kind of espouses different ideals). Another interesting commonality is that they're both media that everyone knows about but very few people have actually engaged with.

I don't know how much of star trek you've watched but the idea of a hotheaded, rash, womanizing dick is wildly different from the canon Kirk who was a nerd, pretty by the book, utterly devoted to his ship and his duty to his crew as a starfleet officer, was on really good terms with his exes who were all accomplished and intelligent women with lives and aspirations of their own, sensitive, and extremely professional.

The reason why I'm explaining that is that it's really striking how the imagined version of Kirk and various superhero characters ends up diminishing the point of these stories and the progressive themes that they actually did have and ends up creating a version of the story that is significantly more regressive than the source material. This not only affects the character in question but often also ends up flattening and erasing female characters that actually existed. For instance the whole purpose of star trek is to imagine a better future, a world where we've moved beyond the issues of today. It wasn't always great at it but the intent was always clear. Similarly the superhero comics genre to my limited understanding is meant to inspire the idea of regular heroism in the readers, to make you feel like you could be a hero too. And I get that these male characters get treated significantly better than their female counterparts but the destruction of their characters doesn't just affect them it also affects the overall story and the world of the story and ends up destroying anything good these stories had to say in the first place.

I don't really have anything to conclude this with just noticed this similarity and thought you might find it interesting given your interest in looking at stories within their cultural context and would love to know your thoughts. Have a nice week!

i unfortunately never got into star trek! i do think i've watched the first chris pine movie but i imagine going off of what you're saying here that it wasn't entirely accurate to who kirk is as a persongjkdfjlhdf. still though, this totally resonates and i couldn't agree more! i really believe there is a huge issue with with the life span of various media allowing their core message to deteriorate over time, esp bc that life span means they evolve in response to political changes in the real world. we are progressively moving into a very conservative time period in our history right now and that could not be reflected more than in what is being propagated via popular, long-standing source material. it's a very worrisome and disheartening phenomenon and i imagine much won't change unless the public political spectrum changes first :/

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Best Treks in Kasar Devi: A Journey Through Serenity and Adventure

Kasar Devi, a tranquil village nestled in the Kumaon Hills near Almora, Uttarakhand, is a hidden gem for trekkers and travelers seeking a blend of spirituality, adventure, and natural beauty. This serene destination has drawn seekers of peace and quiet for centuries, including famous personalities like Swami Vivekananda, Allen Ginsberg, and Bob Dylan. Kasar Devi offers stunning views of the Himalayas, spiritual sanctuaries, and lush forests, making it a perfect spot for trekking and other outdoor activities.

For those with a passion for trekking, Kasar Devi is an ideal starting point. The best treks in Kasar Devi offer opportunities to explore the dense pine forests, rolling hills, and picturesque valleys of this beautiful region. Whether you are a beginner looking for an easy trail or a seasoned trekker in search of a challenging adventure, Kasar Devi has something for everyone.

The Best Treks in Kasar Devi

Crank's Ridge (Hippie Hill) Trek

Crank's Ridge, also known as Hippie Hill, is one of the most iconic treks in Kasar Devi. It has a rich cultural history, attracting poets, artists, and spiritual seekers during the 1960s. The ridge offers a relatively easy trek with awe-inspiring views of the surrounding valleys and the snow-capped Himalayan peaks. On this trail, trekkers can enjoy moments of solitude while walking amidst the cool, pine-scented air. It’s an ideal choice for beginners or those seeking a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Binsar Wildlife Sanctuary Trek

The trek to Binsar Wildlife Sanctuary is an excellent option for nature lovers and adventure seekers alike. This moderately challenging trek takes you through dense forests, where you may encounter various wildlife species like leopards, Himalayan bears, and a rich array of birdlife. The highlight of the trek is the panoramic view of the Himalayan peaks, including Nanda Devi, Kedarnath, and Trishul. This trek offers a perfect combination of adventure and tranquility and is a must-do for those visiting Kasar Devi.

Kalimath Trek

The Kalimath Trek is another scenic route that leads to the ancient Kalimath Temple, perched on a hilltop. This easy trek passes through beautiful landscapes of terraced fields, dense forests, and charming villages. Upon reaching the temple, trekkers are rewarded with stunning views of the surrounding hills and valleys. The Kalimath Trek is perfect for those seeking a spiritual journey combined with natural beauty.

Pangot Trek

The Pangot Trek from Kasar Devi is a wonderful trek for birdwatchers and nature enthusiasts. Pangot, a small village, is famous for its birdlife, including species like the Himalayan Griffon, lammergeier, and various woodpeckers. This trek takes you through dense oak and rhododendron forests, offering scenic views along the way. The trek is moderate in difficulty and can be completed in a day, making it an excellent choice for travelers with limited time.

Places to Visit in Kasar Devi in One Day

Kasar Devi is not just about trekking. There are several places to visit in Kasar Devi in one day. You can start your day by visiting the Kasar Devi Temple, a famous spiritual site that dates back to the 2nd century. The temple is renowned for its calming vibes and stunning location atop a hill, offering panoramic views of the surrounding landscape.

Next, head to Crank's Ridge, where you can take in the beauty of the area and reflect on its historical significance. Afterward, explore the local markets for some shopping in Kasar Devi, where you can find handmade crafts, local fabrics, and organic products.

Adventure Activities in Kasar Devi

Beyond trekking, there are several adventure activities in Kasar Devi that will excite thrill-seekers. The region offers rock climbing, paragliding, and nature walks that allow you to explore the untouched beauty of the area. Adventure sports in Uttarakhand are known for their adrenaline-pumping experiences, and Kasar Devi is no exception. From gliding over scenic landscapes to climbing challenging rock faces, the village has it all.

Things to Do in Kasar Devi

Apart from trekking and adventure activities, there are plenty of things to do in Kasar Devi that will keep you engaged throughout your trip. Visit the local Airbnbs in Kasar Devi for a cozy and comfortable stay while enjoying the stunning views of the surrounding mountains. These homestays and Airbnbs offer a unique experience, blending modern comforts with traditional Kumaoni hospitality.

If you’re a foodie, don’t miss out on trying the best local food in Kasar Devi. The region is known for its simple yet flavorful cuisine, including dishes like Aloo Ke Gutke, Bhaang Ki Chutney, and Singodi. Exploring the local eateries is a great way to experience the culture of the area.

Travel Tips for Kasar Devi

When planning your trip, keep these travel tips for Kasar Devi in mind:

The best time to visit Kasar Devi is from March to June or September to November when the weather is pleasant and ideal for trekking.

Carry warm clothes, even in summer, as the temperature can drop significantly in the evenings.

Make sure to wear comfortable trekking shoes and pack essentials like sunscreen, water, and snacks for your treks.

Kasar Devi is a peaceful and spiritual place, so be respectful of the local culture and customs.

Book your stay in advance, especially during peak seasons, as Airbnbs in Kasar Devi can fill up quickly.

Conclusion

Kasar Devi is a paradise for trekkers and travelers looking for a blend of adventure, spirituality, and nature. With its breathtaking views, spiritual aura, and numerous places to visit in Kasar Devi, it offers something for everyone. The best treks in Kasar Devi take you through picturesque landscapes and offer a serene experience away from the usual tourist crowds.

Whether you're exploring the adventure activities in Kasar Devi, indulging in the best local food in Kasar Devi, or enjoying a peaceful stay at one of the Airbnbs in Kasar Devi, your time here will be unforgettable. So, pack your bags, plan your trip, and immerse yourself in the beauty of this hidden gem in Uttarakhand.

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A Journey Through Kashmir: Iconic Places to Visit and Exciting Things to Do

Kashmir, often referred to as "Paradise on Earth," is a destination where every turn reveals a new layer of natural beauty, culture, and adventure. From the majestic mountains that seem to kiss the sky to the tranquil lakes that mirror the heavens, Kashmir is a land that promises unforgettable experiences. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, an adventure seeker, or someone simply looking to unwind, this region offers a myriad of opportunities. Things To Do In Kashmir and Places To Visit In Kashmir are abundant, each providing a unique way to immerse yourself in the splendor of this remarkable destination.

The Enchanting Valleys: A Glimpse into Kashmir's Natural Splendor

One cannot speak of Kashmir without mentioning its breathtaking valleys, each with its distinct charm. Gulmarg, known as the "Meadow of Flowers," is a haven for both nature lovers and adventure enthusiasts. During winter, it transforms into a world-class skiing destination, attracting visitors from all over the globe. The snow-covered slopes and the surrounding pine forests create a picturesque setting that's hard to forget. In the summer, Gulmarg becomes a lush green paradise, with wildflowers carpeting the meadows, offering a stark contrast to its winter persona.

Pahalgam, another gem in Kashmir's crown, is synonymous with serenity. Located on the banks of the Lidder River, Pahalgam is the starting point for the famous Amarnath Yatra, but it's also a destination in its own right. The valley is perfect for leisurely walks, picnics by the river, and fishing. The nearby Betaab Valley, named after a Bollywood movie, is a visual treat with its verdant landscapes and crystal-clear streams. Pahalgam is also a gateway to some of the most exhilarating treks in the region, including the Kolhoi Glacier Trek and the Tarsar Marsar Trek.

Pristine Lakes: Nature's Mirrored Wonders

Kashmir's lakes are another aspect of its natural beauty that should not be missed. Dal Lake, often called the "Jewel in the crown of Kashmir," is perhaps the most famous of all. The sight of the sun rising over Dal Lake is something that words cannot describe. The floating markets, where vendors sell everything from fresh vegetables to handicrafts, add a unique charm to the lake. A Shikara ride on Dal Lake is a must-do experience, offering a serene way to soak in the beauty of the surrounding mountains and the vibrant life on the water.

Nigeen Lake, a quieter sibling of Dal Lake, offers a more peaceful experience. Surrounded by willow and poplar trees, Nigeen Lake is the perfect place to escape the crowds. The houseboats on Nigeen Lake offer a unique accommodation experience, allowing you to wake up to the sound of birds and the gentle lapping of the water against the boat.

Further away, in the remote reaches of Kashmir, lies the stunning Tarsar Marsar Lake. This twin-lake system, hidden amidst the mountains, is accessible only by trek and offers a pristine, untouched environment. The journey to Tarsar Marsar is as beautiful as the destination, with the trail passing through meadows, pine forests, and ancient villages.

Spiritual Sanctuaries: A Glimpse into Kashmir's Soul

Beyond its natural beauty, Kashmir is also a land of deep spirituality. The region is home to numerous shrines and temples, each with its own significance. The Shankaracharya Temple, perched atop a hill, offers panoramic views of Srinagar and Dal Lake. This ancient temple, dedicated to Lord Shiva, is not only a place of worship but also a historical site, believed to have been visited by the philosopher Shankaracharya in the 8th century.

The Hazratbal Shrine, located on the northern shores of Dal Lake, is one of the most revered Muslim shrines in Kashmir. The shrine is believed to house a relic of the Prophet Muhammad and is a site of pilgrimage for Muslims. The white marble structure, with its serene surroundings, offers a peaceful retreat for contemplation.

For those interested in exploring the Buddhist heritage of Kashmir, the Hemis Monastery near Leh is a must-visit. Though technically in Ladakh, the monastery is part of the broader cultural and spiritual landscape of Kashmir. The monastery is famous for its annual festival, which features vibrant masked dances and traditional music.

Adventure Awaits: Thrilling Activities in Kashmir

For the adventure seekers, Kashmir offers a plethora of activities that promise an adrenaline rush. Apart from skiing in Gulmarg, which is a world-renowned winter sport destination, Kashmir also offers excellent opportunities for trekking. The Great Lakes Trek is one of the most popular treks in the region, taking you through some of the most stunning alpine lakes, including Vishansar, Kishansar, and Gadsar.

Paragliding in Sonamarg is another thrilling activity that offers a bird's eye view of the breathtaking landscapes below. The experience of soaring above the valleys, with the wind in your face and the mountains as your backdrop, is simply exhilarating.

For those who prefer water-based activities, river rafting in the Lidder River is an adventure not to be missed. The river, with its clear, icy waters, offers rapids that range from easy to challenging, making it suitable for both beginners and experienced rafters. The thrill of navigating through the rapids, with the snow-capped peaks watching over you, is an experience like no other.

Cultural Experiences: Immersing in Kashmir's Rich Heritage

Kashmir's rich cultural heritage is another aspect that makes it a fascinating destination. The traditional Kashmiri handicrafts, including Pashmina shawls, papier-mâché items, and hand-knotted carpets, are world-renowned. A visit to the local markets in Srinagar, such as Lal Chowk and Polo View Market, offers a chance to witness the craftsmanship up close and take home a piece of Kashmir's artistry.

The local cuisine is another highlight of any trip to Kashmir. The Wazwan, a multi-course meal traditionally prepared during special occasions, is a culinary journey in itself. Dishes like Rogan Josh, Gushtaba, and Yakhni are rich in flavor and reflect the region's unique culinary traditions. A visit to a traditional Kashmiri home or a meal at a local restaurant is the best way to experience this gastronomic delight.

Kashmir's gardens, known as Mughal Gardens, are another testament to the region's rich cultural heritage. The Shalimar Bagh, Nishat Bagh, and Chashme Shahi are some of the most famous gardens, each with its own history and charm. These gardens, with their meticulously manicured lawns, terraced flower beds, and flowing fountains, offer a glimpse into the grandeur of the Mughal era.

In conclusion, Kashmir is a destination that offers something for everyone. Whether you're drawn to its natural beauty, spiritual sanctuaries, adventure activities, or cultural heritage, the region promises an unforgettable experience. Things To Do In Kashmir and Places To Visit In Kashmir are as diverse as the landscapes themselves, ensuring that every moment spent in this paradise is filled with wonder and discovery. From the tranquil waters of Dal Lake to the adrenaline-pumping activities in Gulmarg, Kashmir is a land that invites you to explore, experience, and fall in love with its endless allure.