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Kacey Rohl Biography, Wikipedia, Age, Lifestyle, Net Worth, Boyfriend, Family

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In "The Killing," Rohl portrayed the unforgettable Sterling Fitch, while in the dark fantasy film "Red Riding Hood," she breathed life into the character of Prudence. Fans of the TV drama "Hannibal" will undoubtedly recall her captivating performance as Abigail Hobbs.

Rohl, the daughter of renowned television director Michael Rohl and talented playwright/comedian Jan Derbyshire, keeps her educational background private. She began her acting journey in 2009, gracing hit TV shows like "Supernatural," "Fringe," and "Smallville." However, it was her role as Sterling Fitch in AMC's acclaimed crime thriller "The Killing" in 2011 that truly launched her career to new heights.

Her talent transcended onto the big screen with a role in the dark fantasy film "Red Riding Hood" alongside Amanda Seyfried and Gary Oldman, where she portrayed Prudence. From 2013 to 2015, Rohl captivated audiences as Abigail Hobbs in the NBC crime drama "Hannibal," solidifying her status as a versatile actress.

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MAY 2021 — month in review & monthly favorites

what a month!! so much content!! lets dive in with a recap of some of my stuff and my favorites from may!

link to last month's post

— WRITING

Ramble On Prologue: Matthew 26:52 [wc: 4.6k] jack and dean miscommunication ficlet [gen, dean pov, wc: 780] sam and jack bonding time [gen, sam pov, wc: ~590] the three idiots bake jack a cake [gen, cas pov, wayward sisters, wc: 1.2k] claire and jack bonding time [gen, claire pov, gender topics discussed, wc: 1.1k] jack’s life told through flowers [gen, cas pov, wc: 460] jo goes LARPing [gen, mild charliejo, jo pov, wc: ~950] mary babysits jack and cas...or is it the other way around? [gen, mary pov, wc: 1k] kaia tries to deal with coming back from the bad place [gen, kaia pov, wc: 1k] jess comes back from the dead [gen, minor sarahjess, sarah pov, wc: ~500]

— POETRY

twin pines resort

— OTHER

spn women + washing machine heart by mitski (AMV)

MAY FAVORITES

so many events this month means SOO many amazing works! here are some of my favorites that i saw this month. remember to reblog content that you enjoy so that more people can see it!! <3

— ART

cas + where were you when i needed to hear it ? by @m-i-r-i vampire!alex jones by @clairenovvak cassie robinson bi4bi icon by @heller-jensen kaia for spnwomenweek by @butchsubaru destiel + his hands are full by @cantsleepkid cas with triple-pierced ears by @destielamv jack + sunflowers for his bday!! by @crybabycastiell jack is four + super cute outfit by @nephilson howdy pardner by @avaarts cas + pour mercy on me by @theend bow down to your new god by @liorlen dean and cas reversed by @dragqueendean destiel kiss on the cheek by @stonelions two handprints on dean by @daphneallen sam doodles for his bday by @ivydean sam he/him lesbian by @cannibaldatingsite

— GIFS, GRAPHICS, MISC.

season one ladies by @forthiswholeworld rowena graphic and trueform!cas graphics by @grungydean happy fourth birthday jack! and this tombstone comic/graphic by @bestfriendcastiel i cared about the whole world because of you by @holmesemrys castiel in blue and gold by @mckkachins i had it all and then i risked it all by @valleydean sam's birthday set by @buckysbarnes what matters most sam bday set by @seraphcastiel

— WRITING & POETRY

+ be sure to check out my fic recs page for more awesome writing!

kids are supposed to eat your food and break your heart by @tarantula-teeth we've been through much together, you and i by @https-castiel time is observed ... by @storyheller slow burn by @casismymrdarcy feeling Just Love ficlet by @myaimistrue sam's birthday + bobby ficlet by @pinkfloydguy coming home by doriangay

definitely a packed month!! remember, if you ever want me to reblog something of yours, you can use my tracking tag #rambleoncas so i can see it!! <3 thank you for all your creations!!

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Happy Birthday Jenny ^_^ (Short Story)

As promised, your birthday gift, well part of it, a story! I hope you enjoy it and enjoy your day too <3

“Jenny, Happy Birthday!” Erandur walked into my room at midnight on the dot. I was often so lonely moving from my family but he always made me feel just as loved as his own family. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and sat up on my bed to be presented with a huge box. “You don’t need to open it now, but I think you’ll like it. Teldryn picked it up yesterday!”

“You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

“You have been a good friend to my daughter for years and you are practically family. I’d be remiss to not have gotten you something. Today is your special day. Whatever you want, you got...so long as it’s legal but you aren’t like other people Dreama seems to hang out with. Especially that .... man.”

“Dutch?”

“Don’t even say his name. I fear she likes him and the very idea makes my skin crawl. She did always like wayward men. You remember Anders.”

“We all remember Anders. If he didn’t get locked up they’d still be together”

“I know.” Erandur sighed “But enough about that. Today is your day. I’ll let you get back to sleep. Got a surprise planned”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

In the morning

“Happy Birthday, Jenny!” I was greeted by Dreama running up to me holding a giant Chimmy plush with a bow on it. I could tell Teldryn probably tied it on him because she wasn’t the best at tying things around things. “I hope you like this!”

“I love it” I smiled as she placed it in my arms and then hugged her. I was meaning to thank Erandur too. He got me a few BTS albums, and some cards. He wrote me a sweet letter too. He truly was like a backup parent and I adored him for it. He had gone to work though and so did Teldryn leaving me with Dreama and giant Chimmy of course “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome! We are planning something. Well, I’ll tell you we are going to Burger King! I got Bull to uh....maybe threaten Cullen ot let us hold it there”

“Dreama! You didn’t need to have him threatened so we can hold a party there!”

“He deserved it.” She crossed her arms. “Besides, it's your special day. We are going to keep it special which reminds me, wash up, we are meeting Dorian at the mall”

“For what?”

“Well today is your birthday, you have to show up as the princess you are! I’m even going to let you wear one of my tiaras”

“I feel honored because I know how you are.”

“I know but you can wear one since it is your day and you are my best friend. I can part with...one for one day.”

“Well thank you, I feel special”

“As you should! Now, go get ready. We have to meet him in an hour!”

“Right! I’m so excited”

“Good, you should be. You deserve to have a great day!” 

At the mall

“Happy Birthday, dear!” Dorian walked up to me, handing me a Gucci box. I opened it and saw a pair of big Gucci sunglasses, just like the ones Dorian was often wearing or had sitting on his head or hanging off his shirt. “Nothing is too good for one of my closest friends. Go on, try them on!” He encouraged me and I put them on. I felt they took up most of my face but the cheers from both he and Dreama made me feel like maybe I didn’t look as odd as I felt wearing them. “Oh now don’t you look cute!” 

“Well thank you!”

“You are so precious. Time's a wastin. We need to get you a new outfit and all for your party. Dreama don’t get distracted. Flirting with JAvier will make your dusty boyfriend upset.”

“Dutch isn’t my boyfriend!”

“Yes he is. Or something like that. Maybe he’s more of a hit and run.”

“He's nothing. He’s annoying.”

“Yes, and I know how you are when people annoy you. Cullen annoyed you so bad you dated him for a whole year. You think we forgot, we didn’t.”

“Shut up Dorian!”

“Fine, I won’t bother you, not on Jenny’s birthday but tomorrow, it’s free game.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s start at Hot Topic.”

“That’s where you want to go. What about where Jenny wants to go?”

“No, Hot Topic is good with me.” I told him. “Let’s go there”

“Perfect!” Dreama clasped her hands excitedly. “Then we can go eat a little bit then go home and get prepared for later.”

“Yes and maybe you’ll wear an outfit that covers your boobs. You don’t want your not boyfriend to be in some sort of stupid frenzy when he sees you.”

“Dorian, I.....”

“You don’t need to explain it to us. We know how you are.” Dorian shook his head. “But I do know one thing, we will be the best looking people in that Burger King. No one will be ready for us.”

“Damn straight.”

“You better be careful or Bull might knock you over and want to bang you on the counter.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time”

“WHAT?” 

“Nothing.” Dorian turned red and now I had questions. A lot of questions. “Let’s just go shop and forget I said anything.”

“I don’t think we can just forget that, Dorian.” I told him. “But....for today...we will but later....”

“I know I know...i’ll explain then... I promise.”

At Hosea’s house/Arthur’s pov

Whoever said money can’t solve your problems.

Must not have had enough money to solve em.

They say which one, I say nah I want all them.

Happiness is the same price as red bottoms.

I very much liked Dreama, but I just couldn’t find it in me to forgive her for introducing John to Ariana Grande’s music. All he did was dramatically sing along and pine over Farkas, this boy that lived a town over that he had a thing for ... sometimes. I don’t know. Shit was too complicated for me and frankly I didn’t care. John was as dramatic as Dreama so I understood why they liked to hang out and what not but still. All that drama, that just ain’t for me. John was always little to the left, but now more so. And he wasn’t the most intense person in that house, that honor went to Dutch. He was always in some kind of thing. Hosea honestly kept us all together. He had been getting better after getting treatment and honestly I was glad because the idea of him not being here, I knew John and I would be fine but Dutch, he’d go off the rails and he was barely on the rails as is. Then him and Dreama were another issue entirely. I didn’t know what the hell they thought they were but it wasn’t normal and they were both grown as adults which made it more concerning.  I think she drove him crazy and he just pissed her off and yet they liked to be near each other a lot. Once again, shit like that don’t make no sense to me. Love don’t make much sense to me especially seeing all the examples I got around me, I’m doing just fine in my own lane. 

“Farkas viewed my story on snapchat!” John came over to me to show me his phone. I didn’t know what the hell that even meant. I saw the little icon and John jumping up excited in front of me. Frankly I wanted to throw myself down the steps but that would be bad. I’d miss Jenny’s party if I did that but I think she’d understand my pain dealing with John like this....all the time....most our lives. “Maybe he’ll call me.”

“Aren’t you the one that made things...weird?”

“No. He did.  It wasn’t my fault. I....he’s so stupid.”

“Then why do you like him?”

“I don’t! I just .... you don’t get it Arthur.”

“You’re right, I don’t nor do I want to.” I sighed. “You getting ready for the party later?”

“Yeah, I was about to. I got her this cute shirt. I think she’ll like it! What did you get her?”

“A keychain. I know she collects those. Got her one of that BTS group guys, got them on it. I think she’ll like it.”

“That’s so nice!”

“Hosea is baking the cake to bring there. He’s so excited. Dutch is bringing his thoughts and prayers I guess. Didn’t see him pick up anything.”

“He’s probably not going for her...just to see Dreama.” John said honestly and he was probably not wrong. If Dutch was coming with us, he was probably going just to see Dreama and be pure chaos. “I don’t even know why he bothers her. She’s so on and off about him, mostly off.”

“I could say the same about you over Farkas.”

“That’s different! Farkas is a stupid guy. Dutch is a stupid man. It’s different.”

“Marston I.....nevermind.” I didn’t even have time to comment on this. John was so dumb....not even sometimes...all the fucking time. This was the tip of the stupidity iceberg with him. “I guess I’ll just finish getting ready.”

“So will I. I want to get there early and get a crown.”

“Course you do.”

“Oh come on, you know you want one.”

“I don’t.” I crossed my arms. “I’m going to finish getting ready. Also can you keep your bad music down. I don’t want to hear all that mess when I’m trying to be in my thoughts.”

“You need to have fun, Arthur. You never wanna have fun.”

“ I do have fun, y’all just don’t see me have it and that’s fine. I don’t need y’all in my business.”

“Party pooper.”

“You can think how you want.”

In the living room/Hosea’s pov

“This is Jenny’s birthday. Don’t you dare act up. I am upset I need to tell you this. You are 41 years old , Dutch. Acting stupid because of her friend is not what w need. You know better than that. You know a lot better than that. I know you can be dumb when you get in your feelings but this is Jenny’s birthday. This is her day so you keep your feelings to yourself. You didn’t even get Jenny a damn present . Just showing up empty handed after she got you a hat for your birthday and you got nothing for her. I’d chastise you more but I know how you think. You just want to see Dreama and for what? That girl don’t like you. At least I don’t think she does. Let it go. She don’t like you .”

“Oh Hosea. You don’t understand. She’s a tricky one. She can say she don’t like me but I know she does. I’m going to bring her something.”

“So you are bringing her a present on her friend's birthday..wow.”

“No. I got Jenny something too. I asked Arthur about things she likes and I got her a little wallet with them little characters on it she likes. I even wrapped it. She’ll like it. As for Dreama...I got something really special for her.”

“I swear to God if it involves you guys naked in a Burger King bathroom, I’m going to ask you stay home.”

“No! Not that. That’s disgusting Hosea. I just want her to admit she likes me. I’ll make her do it.”

“You can’t make her do anything.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Don’t ruin Jenny’s party please. I swear...”

“I’m not. Gee Hosea, you always act like I’m the problem.”

“You are. Usually. I love you like family, you know that so dearly but sometimes, your idea, your thoughts are off the rails. I just want you to for once, FOR ONCE to have all your ducks in a row.”

“They are in a row. I just.....they’d be more in a row if she stopped playing these games.”

“Or if you both just ignored each other.”

“That’s an option but you know that won’t happen.”

“I know, I just accept it now.”

That night at Burger King/Jenny’s pov

“SURPRISE!” The smile on my face when we walked in and I was faced with all of our friends and Hosea holding the cake. I can tell he worked hard on it. I saw all these presents along the counter and food on all the tables. They really did plan this out. It was so thoughtful. Everyone was even wearing a crown. John had two because of course he did, he had to feel extra special always. “Happy Birthday, Jenny!” They all said in unison as Hosea placed the cake on the table.  I truly did feel loved. In my new outfit. Dreama and Dorian helped me pick it. A cute red top and comfy black pants and one of Dreama’s tiaras with the Gucci shades, he more than insisted I wear them. Everyone seemed so excited, hugging me and what not. 

“Jenny, you might want to grab food. Your large friend has been eying those nuggets. Might not be any left in a second.” Hosea said pointing at Bull who already had a plate full of nuggets. “I hope you like the cake! Arthur helped me with it!”

“It was nothing. Really.” Arthur said. “Anything to help with your special day.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at them both. “This is all very lovely.”

“You look adorable. The sunglasses. Mr. Pavus idea wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it was.” I nodded my head. “They aren’t too bad.”

“Probably cost as much as a house but he does like the expensive things.” Hosea shook his head. “Javier is setting up the music. This is going to be a fun time. Glad we were invited. Even more glad Dreama somewhat kept it a secret....kind of I guess.”

“She didn’t say all of you were going to be here but yeah she kind....kind of told me.”

“Course she did.” Hosea shook his head. “No matter. Have a great birthday!”

“Thank you. With all of you here, I think that I will.”

Outside of the Burger King/Dutch’s pov

“You know you are really annoying. Like so much. You are what 40 and fucking stupid. I can not stand you. Ever. I don’t even see why we invited you. You aren’t even Jenny’s friend. You are Hosea’s stupid friend with the stupid face who does stupid things and has stupid plans and is a shitty maanger at the shitty Walmart!”

“Gee, tell me how you really feel.”

“Oh you don’t want that! You’ll probably cry.”

“No I won’t. Not over you. If you think you’d make me cry, you must think you are something so special.” I shook my head. “You know I could have any woman I want.”

“Then go to them”

“I said I could have any woman I want. I don’t want them though. I want you.”

“No.”

“I do. Believe it or not, I like you. Even though you are mean to me. Violent, rude but you are also brilliant, smart, intriguing.  You remind me of me.”

“That’s an insult.”

“And you only hate it because it’s true.” I reached in my pocket “John told me you like these weird things. It’s a keychain. Hello Kitty I think he said it was. I don’t know but I thought you’d like it and you can keep it if you give me a chance.”

“How about I take the keychain and you fuck off.”

“Now you and I both know that you don’t want that. If I fuck off then who will you chase around the Walmart. You know we can’t have non-employees in the back and yet...”

“Dutch....”

“I dont think your friends want to know what happened there a few weeks ago. Oh, they’d really know how much you hate me, especially that day.”

“Don’t....”

“Oh no, not you climbing on me, the lowly Walmart manager in the back room. You surely showed me how much you dislike me. I felt that....clearly.”

“I hate you”

“I bet you do.” I laughed at her and she reached in my hand and snatched the keychain. She broke the keychain part so I guess she was going to sit it on her desk or something. She glared up at me and she was angry, oh so much but also, I know she was considering my offer. I wouldn’t really tell everyone what happened.....unless she pushed me to it. Part of me felt she wanted people to know in some sick way. Like me, we had pride in the things....in the people we did. Why keep it such a secret ? But also like me she was complicated. It’s why she pissed me off as much as I liked her. “You broke it.”

“I don’t need it as a keychain.” She told me simply. “And I do not need you as a boyfriend.”

“Then what are we?”

“Nothing. You got lucky.”

“Lucky?” I arched my eyebrow. “So I’m what a rebound because of the crazy guy you were with? You know he’s not getting out of jail any time soon”

“Don’t talk to me about Anders. Your friend is in jail. That dusty ugly blonde dude.”

“I didn’t fuck Micah, you fucked Anders and you fucked me!”

“DUTCH!” She looked at me like her entire soul escaped her body. I doubt anyone heard us but even if they did, would anyone in there have been surprised. “Please, do not!” 

“But you did! Not even just physically, but mentally too. You just like broken guys. Anders was broken and you want me broken too. Maybe it’s why you are like this to me? Because I refuse to let you do that to me. I won’t worship you like him and it pisses you off.”

“Fuck you, Dutch.”

“I already have and if you keep this up I’ll do it out here and it would be a real shame for everyone in there to come out and see you bent over a Burger King dumpster! And by someone you hate oh so much! THat would be awful.”

“I hate you.” She tossed the little figure from the keychain at me and stomped into the Burger King. Maybe I did really piss her off ? Maybe but I doubt it. I could tell she wasn’t 100 percent mad because she waited for me to come in after her, even holding the door for me. Was it bold to reach down and hold her hand, maybe but she didn’t pull away like I thought either. She just let me hold her hand. “Maybe I don’t hate you....as much.” She told me as we were walking towards the food. “Or...maybe not at all.”

“It’s not much of a secret.” I told her, giving her the little Hello Kitty that was in my other hand. “Maybe we can be something.”

“Yeah...maybe.”

Over at the table/Jenny’s pov

I had just blown out my candles and was surprised to see Dreama and Dutch walk in, calmly. They were usually at odds but this time, they were holding hands. I heard Dorian comment about how he knew this would happen. He was never truly wrong about these things. The cake was being served and honestly, Hosea really did outdo himself. It was delicious. Bull was eating Dorian’s slice. Dorian barely even got to get any on his fork before Bull decided, his slice also belonged to him. Dorian’s face as he was eating it was priceless.  John was being relatively calm, talking to Farkas. I wish Vilkas would have come but since he and Dreama broke up he had kept his distance. Especially since he felt it was Dutch’s fault they broke up and the very idea of seeing him made him want to torch the entire town. He did send Farkas with a card for me which was very sweet. Farkas seemed quite confused most the party mostly because John confused him. John was a lot like Dreama and was just not good at expressing how he felt. When he and Dreama hung out it was always some kind of mess and often ended with them running from the police. They were the definition of sharing a brain cell. 

“Jenny, I got you this. I didn’t get to wrap it but...” Sean walked up to me holding a giant plush cat. “I got him at the arcade! I won it for you actually!”

“Aw, thank you” I smiled as I held it. “That was very sweet”

“I can be sometimes.” He told me. “This beena good party and I didn’t even drink!”

“You don’t need to be drinking Sean.” I told him remembering at Dreama’s party he got wasted and was screaming in the bar about fucking someone with a glass lamp. It was quite intense. “Being sober isn’t the worst thing.”

“Aye, I suppose but it was fun the last time....given I don’t remember”

“The rest of us do though.”

“Did I really threaten to fuck someone with a glass lamp? That’s what Lenny said I did.”

“Yes you did. It was...alarming.”

“Well..I didn’t actually do it did I?”

“No, because there were no lamps around and also you passed out a bit after”

“Well then there was no cause for alarm” Sean chuckled and I shook my head. He soon disappeared within the party and Dreama came up to me and jumped in my arms as she was prone to doing.

“I hope you enjoy your party!” Dreama told me, clinging to me. 

“I really am. Thank you.” I smiled as I set her down. “Thank you for everything. You guys didn’t need to go through all this.”

“Oh it was nothing at all. We wanted to do this for you. I mean you’ve helped all of us in a lot of ways so we wanted to show you how much you mean to us.”

“Well I do feel very loved so thank you.”

“Thank you for being there for all of us.” She hugged me once more. “We love you, never forget that.”

“I won’t. Thank you for everything. I really truly appreciate it.”

[wangxianfics]

hello! do you know of any fanfics where they meet and fall in love during summer vacation (or just on a vacation in general)? Any age is good! Thank you so much for all you do :)

Hello nonny!

Here’s fics with “Wangxian falling in love on vacation” 💕 :

you go your way (i'll go your way, too) by fakeplasticlily (52K, Explicit)

(Modern AU, Fashion Bloggers AU, Social Media Influencers, Travel, Pining, UST, Falling In Love, Humor)

Wei Ying licks his suddenly dry lips, and continues. “It’s all petty drama, really, and you’ll probably think it’s stupid, hah...” He scratches his head, feeling extremely self-conscious.

“It must have meant a lot to you,” says Lan Zhan, firmly. “And to the people who followed you.”

The people who followed him? More like that single person. His chest fills with warmth as he thinks abruptly of bunny130809 and his bunny icon and his earnest, awkward, achingly sweet words.

“Well, anyway,” Wei Ying says, eager to move on from the subject. It’s making him dizzy, the way Lan Zhan’s voice keeps bleeding into his old follower’s typed words. He’s probably just projecting, and that must say something about him, right? Had there been only two persons in all this time who’d been patient enough to really listen to him, for them to mesh together so seamlessly in his head?

Operation Old Men by Chiharu (38K, Not Rated)

(Modern AU, Boarding School, Single Parents, Matchmaking, Family Dynamics, Reunion, School Reunion, Vacation, Weddings)

An ill-fated parent teacher conference reunites Jin Ling's wayward uncle with Sizhui's father. AKA: A matchmaking disaster as told by Jin Ling, Sizhui, and Jingyi.

Jin Ling knows he’s in deep trouble even before reporting to Headmaster Lan’s office, but the words “your uncle will be here soon” still strike the fear of God in him. His only consolation is that Jingyi and Sizhui’s guardians are also in the office, Jingyi’s mom already lecturing her sheepish-looking son. Lan-ayi only stops when Sizhui’s father, a quiet and tall man in white, clears his throat, causing her to engage him in one-sided smalltalk.

This is a disaster. Jin Ling had spent such a nice break at home for Mid-Autumn Festival, and Fairy’s presence had soothed his homesickness after returning to boarding school in Gusu. He knows pets aren’t allowed, but who is going to report Jin Ling when his father pays good money for a private suite in the dorms? Then there was the incident with Jingyi, a box of mooncakes, and a door left ajar. Long story short, he spent an hour chasing Fairy down the halls with Sizhui and Jingyi before finding his dog nosing up to a very angry Headmaster Lan.

AND, they were roommates by girasolove (56+K, Teen, WIP 12/?)

(Modern AU, Roommates, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious!WWX, Drunk!LWJ, Pining)

Wei Wuxian accidentally tells Madame Yu he has a boyfriend when he doesn't.

When she invites his boyfriend to their annual family Christmas trip, he has no choice but to find a pretend boyfriend for one week. Enter his roommate, Lan Wangji. He's the perfect candidate...and Wei Wuxian totally does not have a crush on him. Totally.

(Oh my god, they were roommates)

12 Days of Summer by stellarmusings (20+K, Teen, WIP 6/15)

(Modern AU, Summer Vacation, Family Dynamics, Single Parents, Slow Burn, Getting Together)

"Thank you for spending your morning with me, Lan Zhan," he says, lips stretching into a small smile. "I know you don't really like the heat, but I had fun with you."

"I don't mind it when it's with Wei Ying," he admits truthfully. He really dislikes hot days, but the sight of Wei Wuxian against the turquoise water of the ocean and white sand is something he will treasure forever.

or:

Lan Wangji might not be the most affectionate father, but he still loves his son very much. After a particularly stressful school year, he decides to take Sizhui on his first proper family trip as a reward, even though Wangji himself couldn't care less about summer. Jingyi and Xichen come along, and they eventually find themselves at the Lotus Pier Resort.

Wangji just didn't expect to find a familiar face there, which he hasn't seen in many, many years.

Suddenly, summer doesn't seem to be that bad.

[twicelit]

reign’s  to  do  list.

for  @twicelit  -  i’ve  icon’d  four  episodes.  i’ve  got  six  more  of  thohh  to  double  icon.  then  i’m  moving  on  to  jett,  roadies  and  wayward  pines.  i  have  to  finish  off  my  starter  call  -  starters  for  @trohphy,  @noirsteel  and  @mavoure  are  done.  i  still  have  to  write  starters  for  @ownworth,  @capuletts  and  @j-reau.  if  you  want  one,  you  can  still  request  one.  alternatively,  send  me  memes.  i  also  need  to  finish  or  at  least  keep  working  on  my  hill  house  vs  bly  manor  meta  analysis.

i  have  started  on  setting  up  my  new  multi,  i’m  still  uhm-ing  and  ahh-ing  about  my  muse  list  . . .  [  i  have  three  ocs  on  there.  one  is  affiliated  with  @fencetm​  and  i’ve  been  writing  her  for  like.  almost  two  years  ?  prev.  @designr.  the  other  two  are  brand  new.  one’s  a  hunter,  the  other’s  a  vampire.  both  original  lore.  ]  . . .  this  will  likely  be  up  and  running  at  some  point  this  weekend.  i’ll  be  keeping  my  muse  list  restricted.  i  want  to  focus  on  actually  writing  and  developing  more  in  depth  interactions  and  relationships.  the  new  multi  will  be  queue  based.  url  coming  soon.

i  will  need  to  start  re  icon-ing  morena  and  bruna  for  @evilscrown,  which  i  hope  to  return  to  at  some  point  this  weekend  also,  using  the  new  double  icon  format  i’ve  started  working  on  for  liv.  i’ll  also  need  to  start  icon-ing  the  faceclaims  i’ll  be  using  on  my  multi.

doc  and  promo  for  @jeht​  -  doc  and  remake  for  @bespokd​  -  jett  will  be  temporarily  queue  based,  river  will  be  low-activity.  new  double  icons  required  for  river.

[themusicsweetly]

On Set With the Outlander Cast: An 'Even Sexier' Claire and Jamie, a New Big Bad & 'Dangerous' America

A dark Scottish forest of towering pines stands in for the untamed woods of colonial North Carolina on the set of Outlander, Starz’s sexy, suspenseful time-travel romance. Huddled beside a small campfire on this chilly late-autumn night are Caitriona Balfe and Sam Heughan, who play soulmates Claire and Jamie Fraser. The bonnie pair are shooting a tender scene from the third episode of Season 4. “I want us to make a home together, a place that’s ours,” she says. They gaze into each other’s eyes. He kisses her gently. Swoon.

“This season is about Claire and Jamie finding and building a life in America,” Balfe says of the couple, who reunited in the middle of Season 3 after a two-decade separation during which Claire returned to the 20th century to give birth and raise their daughter, Brianna (Sophie Skelton). “We explore domesticity, but there’s also drama — and passion,” she adds during a break, her words turning to frosty clouds in the cold air. Laughing, she says, “They ain’t hung up the old boots just yet!”

In fact, reaching middle age has only enhanced the couple’s already scorching relationship. “It’s going to be even sexier because they’re in their 40s,” Heughan says. “There’s passion, always. They have great love, trust, understanding. And they rely on each other. America is a dangerous place.”

The 13 episodes about the Frasers’ new life in the New World are based on Drums of Autumn, the fourth book in Diana Gabaldon’s bestselling Outlander series about an outspoken 20th-century surgeon and her honorable Scottish Highlander husband. The story picks up a few months after the Season 3 finale, when the couple left Jamaica — where they had traveled to rescue Jamie’s nephew, Young Ian (John Bell) — only to see their ship go down off the Georgia coast.

It’s now 1767, and the Frasers are in the bustling, muddy frontier town of Wilmington, North Carolina (the set was built in a Scottish field). They’re planning a return to Scotland with a tight-knit group of companions: Young Ian plus newlyweds Fergus (César Domboy), loyal to them since they found him as a wayward pickpocket in Paris, and willful lass Marsali (Lauren Lyle).

But some terrible events soon lead the group to change their minds about heading home. “We start off with a bang — a hanging,” executive producer Matthew B. Roberts says. “Then we meet the new villain: Stephen Bonnet, a pure psychopath.”

Bonnet (Ed Speleers, aka Downton Abbey’s handsome footman James Kent) is a worthy successor to baddie “Black Jack” Randall (Tobias Menzies), the British army captain who terrorized the Frasers and met his demise at Jamie’s hands in Season 3’s Battle of Culloden. Bonnet’s first sinister move is partially to blame for the group’s decision to stay in the Colonies. “Bonnet is worse than Black Jack,” Heughan says. “He goes to the dark places Randall did and worse, but he’s also charming. When they meet him, he fools them all. He’s a nasty piece of work.”

By now, devotees of the Outlander books should be clapping their hands with glee at the familiar storylines — even the dark ones. As with every season, producers feel pressure to deliver reader favorites. “We know fans are looking forward to the ‘slippery rock’ scene where it’s a humid day and Claire is bathing by the river,” teases executive producer Maril Davis. “But we can’t do it exactly like the book.” To keep the surprises coming, iconic moments are told in fresh ways or out of order. Plus, characters from past seasons resurface unexpectedly. Writers even added some new plotlines, including a run-in with a real historical figure.

READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE.

[lillaxtrigger]

Faded Land: Chapter 14 (Pt1)

Along the stretching scenic route, Clara travels atop her trusted bear spider steed; the rising sun to the east beating upon their backs reflect its blinding glow upon the neighboring lake Erie. Above her be the stretch of concrete road alongside the ruins of a once proud city. Within her sites stood the appropriately named city of Niagara falls, the imposing stature of the fabled barrier coming into view. Even more of a surprise being some of the restored structures near the closing edge, varying in differing quality as if the city was slowing pulling itself back from the brink. Even from afar, the scientist could tell the blockade that divides the continent stood tall, estimating the structure to be around at least 250 meters in height. Such a monumental wall proves ever effective in dividing the harsh wastes that make up a majority of the once mighty nation from the mysterious northern lands of maple and pine. To most, it would truly be a wonder how one could cross through such a great divide, but not to Clara. She theorizes that a break from the barrier might be near; for no matter strong it may be, it can’t possibly rival the natural might of the iconic roaring falls. No doubt that the Canadians can never cap a waterfall of that size; for its unending flow would forbid such construction. A massive opening like that may provide a way to squeeze into the country, just have to find a way to give the border patrol the slip. Though with all the rumors she heard about how merciless the immigration control is, the latter might prove more difficult than the former. Even more of a growing concern being Angelo, the poor girl growing and slowing more and more with each passing day. Her thorax swelling evermore like an infect boil, its a wonder what ails the ursa arachnid. Given her mutant biology, it could be quiet literally anything. But scientist knows for sure that its not her eating habits, being very careful not let any overindulgence sneak past. This matter might go beyond the realms of midnight snacking, unfortunately. Though the mystery of her steeds sickness will have to be put on hold as another site stops them in their tracks. Beyond the city limits stood a gate, two armored trooper standing to its sides with strange rifles in their arms. Not a doubt a single site of the woman riding atop such a terrifying mutant will cause them to fire on site. It’s a miracle that neither of them have been spotted them yet, one that the scientist plans to take full advantage of. On the sides of the gate, the two armored soldiers stand watch, ever ready to open fire on whatever rouge marauders decide to show their sorry anarchy asses. The outside world may try to deal a harsh hand, but little does it know that these Canadians have the better card in the form of advanced weaponry. As they concentrate on whatever the road ahead may serve next like well trained military dogs, their insane focus ironically proves to be their downfall as they fail to realize the mutant scuttling under the freeway above them. The scientist and her sickly steed crawl under the concrete freeway, taking every step cautiously so that their sly efforts to sneak past would not be noticed. Surely, Clara has drawn a royal flush in this hypothetical game of poker; she got this game in the bag. But to her surprise, a new hand is dealt. Echoing from behind, the sound of a roar engine closes in. A glance back reveals the site of a rusty truck coming out from the horizon. The bed on its back full of armed anarchists and raiders swiftly on the approach, their numerous firearms aimed down upon the two guards of the gate. From the back of the truck, the oncoming pillagers berated the two troops with a barrage of constant gunfire; many of the bullets that hit simply ricocheting off of their titanium armor. A few of the bullets that bounce off almost hit the hanging bear spider above, striking the sides of the concrete highway. Unflinched by the approaching assault, one of the soldiers looks towards their partner. A single nod is all that exchanges between the two before one of them aims their high tech rifle down upon the oncoming truck. Installed on the side of the rifle is a single dial labeling the weapons output, the wielder of the weapon turning it to the maximum setting. The soldiers rifle charges with a low hum as the truck full of armed raiders closes in. Finally, the advanced rifle is soon fired, a deadly beam erupting from the barrel of the gun. The ray races towards the approaching truck, the vehicle in its path attempting to evade. The laser proves faster however and engulf the truck and all of its passenger in a fiery explosion upon impact. Clara watches in astonishment as both metal and body parts scatter alongside the resulting bang. A single victim of the disaster crawls out from the fiery wreck as his body lights in a blaze, desperately dragging himself towards the edge of the road where the river flows. His efforts to save himself prove in vein however, as he succumbs to the flames consuming him, mere inches from the side. The scientist witnessing this failed siege comes to the realization that the Canadians forces that she may have to face are far more advances in technological firepower then she dared to imagine. The power difference was on full display, like a pissed off hillbilly with a rusty shotgun trying to fight against a horde of hungry grizzlies. Might be able to get a few lucky shots in their drunk induced rage, but sooner or later, your gonna have your insides eaten out. That in mind, she makes her own ursa hurry across the bottom of the freeway to avoid the same fiery fate. Once the scene of the highway was clear, they jump from the roads to the rooftops when heading deeper in. From leaping across the small alleyway, to weaving across large stretches between roads; the duo travel along the skyline of the city of Niagara, Clara taking note of the populous from below. Along the streets walked numerous citizens, their garbs not poor rags and thin sheets, but clean shirts and tidy pants on them all. Through the roads drive past several vehicles; some rustic, others clean, all seemingly repaired and driving as smooth as the silk Angelo spews out. Truly an oasis from the hovels and ruins that she’s seen throughout this war torn nation. But what truly stands out is the overall population of the city, being far bigger than she had initially predicted. A sort of estimate close to half the number to the big apple if she had to go off. Guessing its not that far out of the question, being so close to the border and all. Bet some of these people are hoping to escape this hell hole for promises of greater tomorrows. And given her journey throughout the once proud land of the brave and free, can’t exactly blame any of them. Though given the massive amount of people here, its safe to say that immigration process might be kind of a slog. Don’t really have that kinda time, unfortunately. Need to find a way across the border ASAP, whether legally or not. In her venture through the rooftops of Niagara, a strange pattern from below begins to peek her interest. Merging alongside the streams of walking citizens be the occasional Canadian trooper, armed with rifles and all. Some of the surrounding citizens prove scared, but not outright panicked. The soldiers themselves don’t seems all that eager on firing the whopping heat their packin either, few just carrying their guns on their shoulders. Guessing their kind of like the police officers of this joint, making sure no one threatens anybody or something extreme like that. Even the roads aren’t free from this phenomenon. Odd vans stand out among the river of grounded vehicles, hovering along the ground with no wheels along their bottoms. Their designs being sleek and simplistic compared to the partially restored cars and trucks surrounding them. Likely to guess that these futuristic automobiles belong to the Canadian military given the similar color scheme. Honestly, this shouldn’t be that surprising, given the two soldiers guarding the gate. And even though the law around here might be kinda strict, it is more then a welcomed change to the scientist. She’s seen first hand how wild and merciless the untamable lands beyond can be and is thankful that some social structure is erected this near the border. Though given that some of the social cities she visited fell victim to some kind of horrible secret, like mutating outsiders, or segregating social class based off some dumb animal race; its best to keep laying low. Even more of a concern being all the extra heat wondering around. No doubt that they can’t go any deeper into the city without attracting some unwanted attention. Can’t exactly just gallop into town atop a mutant bear spider and warrant a few wayward shots. No doubt that such a mass panic would spell doom for the both of them. Guess Clara’s gonna have to stash her steed somewhere if she wants to scout deeper into the city. Need to find a place free from the eyes of the Canadian authorities, somewhere dark, secluded, and where no rational person without a pair would dare to look. And its gotta be soon; Angelo looking that she might collapse any minute. Panting breaths leaving the bear spiders maw as she scuttle across the rooftops. During her voyage across the numerous rooftops of Niagara, she makes a quick stop at the edge of a building, catching quiet the interesting view. Beside the streets below stood one of those futuristic Canadian vehicles, parked beside a partially restored building. Between the van and the premise, both citizens and troopers could be seen carrying out boxes of cans out from the back of the vehicle. From there, the line of haulers make their way through the door of the structure, coming back out seconds after they enter with empty hands. In the ongoing effort, one of the citizens trips over a crack in the street and drops the box that he carries, the cans within scattering across the pavement. The surrounding people stare down upon him, looks of fright forming upon the masses as some watch the canned goods roll by. Worry is all the man can let out upon the site of his mistake before an ominous shadow looms over him. Turning from his blunder, he finds the darkness blanketing his figure to belong to one of the troopers; their glowing gaze silently staring down upon the man through their heavy plated helmets. Their grasp reaches towards the downed man, the citizens worry grows as soldiers palm nears. Paranoid with what the trooper might do to him for his blunder, the man tightly shuts his eyes and braces for the worse. Seconds go by with next to nothing happening, the citizen slowly opening his peepers in a wonder what the Canadian was doing. Surprise overcomes him when he finds not an angered fist, but an inviting palm awaiting him. Cautiously, the grounded citizen meets with the Canadians grip, the soldier softly grasping the mans hand. In one motion, the soldier lifts the man of the pavement and helps him land in his feet. The citizen still wearing a worried gaze, something nudges the troopers boot. A glance down revealed a discarded can had rolled aside the Canadians feet. Kneeling down, the soldier picks the can of off the crack concrete streets, the good soon coming to the citizens grasp. Feeling the troopers gentle grip on his shoulder is all that he needs to relax, reassuring the man that all is well. Having witnessed this act of mercy and kindness in person, Clara begins to think back about the countless tales of the Canadian forces unending ruthlessness and scorning brutality. Should have known that those rumors were simply the byproduct of political bias. Can’t believe I almost bought into such silly old hoaxes. Right on that thought, Clara witnesses a wayward by passer jerk the can out from the citizens grasp, causing the man to fall to the pavement once more. His ripped garbs flowing in the passing wind, the woman scampers through the streets, hoping to get away with her newly pilfered prize. Her dreams are soon to be cut short however as the Canadian trooper takes aim of his lethal laser rifle. Their line of site clear, the soldier pulls the trigger and fires their beam down the street; the ray piercing through her chest in one fell swoop. Struck in the midst of her escape, the petty thief collapses upon the concrete. A pool of crimson slowly forms below the fresh corpse; the growing scarlet staining the label of the dropped peaches. The surrounding populous is horrified by the sudden demise, several gasps escaping into the air due to the scene of brutality. In the aftermath, the soldier that done the deed approaches the cadaver, the edge of their boot stepping upon the woman’s ruby red blood. From the pool do they retrieve the piece of pilfered good back to their possession, the red soaked into the label trickling down from the base of the can. The good retrieved, the soldier returns to the citizens front; a gaze of horror etched on the mans face. Presented by the soldier be the can that was knicked from his grasp, the citizen takes back the can in a weary fashion. The cherry red liquid trickling between his fingers, he looks back to the soldier; the trooper giving him a simple thumbs up. Not wanting to seem grateful, the man forces out a less then enthusiastic grin. Seems all those nasty rumors might hold some ground after all; the scenes that just played out before the scientist showing more evidence to their truth. On that note, Clara realizes that it might be smart to skedaddle while she’s still hidden from the public eye. Don’t want to wind up with the same empty feeling in her chest. Traveling a reliable distance within the limits of Niagara, Angelo continues to gallop across the rooftops of the city. Coming to a stop, Clara looks down the edge of the building they stand, a smile beaming through. Below was the dead end of a winding alleyway, concealed beneath a shroud of shadows. The dark hollow free from the eyes of the public, it was the perfect place to stow away a sickly spider. She guides her steed down the building, crawling her way into the secluded darkness of the alley. After parking her ursa arachnid right into the deepest part of the dead end, she dismounts from the chimera’s backside. Landing on the concrete ground, she starts to dig through her pack intent to leave something for her steed to munch on while she’s gone. To that end, she pulls out a can of peas and another of beans. Might as well let her have those; starting to get sick of the taste of both. With Angelo though, she’ll take whatever Clara will give and scarf the stuff down like a birthday boy with cake all over his face. Just shove your whole face in there, sure that nobody else would want a piece. Before she departs into the dangerous streets, she gives her trusted steed one last word. “Afraid your gonna have to camp out here for a while, Ange. Can’t really go any further with ya.” On that does her ursa arachnid let out a low moan in response, her six eyes gazing upon the departing scientist. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it. Just wait here for me.” Making her way out from the shadows of the alley way, she finds herself in the middle of the Niagara streets, alone. She soon merges with the passing crowds traveling along the walkway, ready to set out into the unpredictable city. The beginning of the urban voyage proves itself to be quiet smooth sailing, having not ran into any trouble thus far. And though the occasional Canadian trooper shares her path, she does her best to act as unassuming as possible. Don’t how much their bullshit threshold can take before they feel like giving their fancy firearms a good old test drive. Could be at the sound of a sneeze, could be when the falls explode; who honestly knows at this point. In her travels through the jungle of stone and steel, a sudden sound of an explosion could be heard not to far away. Looking back towards the direction of the blast, she spots a black van speeding out from behind one of the buildings that shoves many of the other cars out of its way. Upon the turn does the van start to skid across the roads, aiming to slam into the streets. Acting fast, she dodges into the out of control vehicle, evading the oncoming death machine. Weaving out between van and the wall, she manages to dodge her demise by mere inches; the van slamming into the opposing stone brick building. Taking a glance back towards the black vehicle, she watches as it takes off with a spurt to its tailpipe; the smoke blowing into the scientists face. The puff of smoke clearing from her vision, she finishes her coughing fit and looks upon the aftermath of the crash in complete horror. Mangled bodies, broken limbs, mashed corpse, the whole site sent shivers down her spine. Those left alive moan and weep in agony, while other surrounding the accident panic and cry in distress. In her shock, Clara begins to back herself away from the scene of the crime, when an approaching alarm reaches her ears. Turning back, two Canadian vehicles come racing out from the corner. Best guess is that they’re in the midst of pursuing that black van that crashed here a moment ago. While one continues to race through the streets in pursuit of the hit and runner, the other stops aside the scene. Out from the back of the futuristic van burst out a team of those armored soldiers, ready to tend to those left alive after the accident. While the living are carried into the back of the vehicle, those unfortunate are stuffed in a bizarre, bin like box. Its opening emanating a strange pink glow, it swallows whatever is stuffed in its mouth, taking in the corpses whole despite its small stature. Its in this moment of recollection that Clara decides to flee from the scene. Best book it the hell outta there before people start asking questions. Thankfully the rest of the trip proves uneventful, turning the corner to find the world famous falls themselves in the distance; passing between the great divide itself. Looks like her guess was right on the money. No man made wall of any kind gonna put a cork in a torrent of that size. The mythical Poseidon proves ever the victor in this everlasting boxing match of man vs nature. Gazing out into the roaring waters, she wonders how exactly she can get a closer look at the wondrous landmark. In her search for a better vantage point, she turns the corner for her eyes to catch a luscious green island standing near the falls. A such beautiful site indeed; one that would make quite the vantage point. Crossing the bridge leading to the island lets Clara behold its beauty up close, the plants and flowers scattered across her site in full bloom. Not overgrown blue wood, not mutated plants, not weird velvet grass or any other strange botanical bullshit like that. Just the warming site of the natural beauty set before her. After the literal miles of lifeless wastelands and cracked earth that she had walked across in her venture, to come to such a luscious garden such as this was truly a dream. Taking a little stroll through this slice of heaven wouldn’t take up too much time. Wasting not a second further, she runs through the stone trail leading deeper in with a relaxed breath and a joyous smile. Across the carved stone trail she walks, the scientist looking upon the island park in all its natural green wonder. The stretches of grass along the sides of the walkway, countless leaves decorating the lengthy branches flowing in the wind, the flower garden depicting a floral rainbow of roses, lily’s, and orchids. All of it acting as a sort of retreat from the cold and sometimes dead atmosphere of the cruel wastes and cities. Even the very air feels fresh and free from horrible despair and rotting corpses, Clara savoring every inhale she takes with a hearty breath. For a brief moment, she ventures off the stone trail, coming to the scene of one of the many flower gardens set throughout. A closer look upon the garden portrays its botanical residence to be alive and healthy, just like the flowers of yesteryear. The scent of the surrounding orchard reaching her nose, she helps herself to the many mixing aromas that hover through the air. The smell of the blooming scene gives the scientist a feeling of euphoric relief that she desperately needed. Out from the garden, Clara lays eyes upon a glorious stone statue, its stone carved into the form of a young woman, garbed in combat gear. Upon its base be a gold plaque, reflecting the light of the shining sun on its surface. Engraved on its gold, a noble epitaph is told: “To commemorate the brave accomplishment of Sally-way Marigold. War Hero of the U.S. Smasher of the Canadian Army front. The first times of young men and women everywhere. Good game, Lassie. Good game.” Huh…Must have been one hell of a woman to get a whole statue of her. Moving from that memorial, Clara fancies a closer look at one of the many solid hard trees planted across the park. The scientist traces her palm across the rough bark of the oak, the touch letting her know that this wood is far healthier than the many rotting stumps and withering tree scattered across the wastelands. It’s lush tops enforcing the claim; the many green leaves flowing in the wind. Given its full grown size, she’d wager that these babies have been here for a long while. Wonder when exactly they’ve been planted here? Though fascinated by the magnificent oak, something beyond its bark truly catches her eye. A site that she thought her eyes may never partake in again. Atop a small mound stood a lone tree; faint spots of yellow stand out among its green leaves. Curious as to what the yellow could be, she ascends the little hill with but a dozen climbing steps. Baring across its thin branches, the lone wood sported rich fruit Actual fruit! Not some kind of weird mutant variant with sixty billion eyes or something more disturbing. Regular bright yellow lemons so juicy and plump that you could take hold of them with but a single hand. For so long, Clara was force to satiate her ever present hunger with nothing but canned goods, fruit being a rarity among them. But now, she can satisfy her tastes with a juicy bite of the fresh fruit before her. The temptation was too much for her to bare, she begins to reach towards the low hanging citrus. Her grasp inches closer and closer towards the natural delight, her mouth watering like the very falls that stood from behind. Its not until the sound of an approaching scream reaching her ears does she snap out of her hunger induced trance. From nearby, she notices a lone man charging for the tree, a strange lance like device in his hands. Swiftly climbing up the small mountain, he jumps towards the fruit filled tree. From the tip of the lance onward does the man begins to disintegrate before the scientists very eyes, the gaze of overwhelming horror painted across his face as the random man is quickly consumed by an unknown force. Having witness this horrible scene first hand, Clara swiftly backs away from the lemon barring wood, soon finding herself tumbling down the mound that the tree stands upon. After rising from her fall, the scientist takes a glance back to the top; tree and its fruit rocking in the wind. Tons of questions begin to flow through her mind upon this curious event; but ever curious herself, begins to conduct her own test. Plucking a single blade of grass from the ground during her ascent back up, she approach the tree once more with the utmost caution. From the pinch of her finger, she blows the blade of grass towards the wood; finding the green to burn on approach. Seems like this miracle of botanical engineering is being guarded by something on par to a force field. Funny, figured this kinda science fiction horse shit would be akin to something from Independence Day. But given the Canadians weaponry that she’d had bare witness to time and time again today, it might as well be science fact at this point. Should’ve figured that this fruitful oasis would be too good to be true. Standing out here in the middle of the open, its no wonder it hasn’t been picked clean by now. The better question being why there isn’t any kind of signs warning people of this kinda bull. She fancies a trip around the small mound for any kind of literal sign depicting a warning of the dangerous field among this tranquil public park. Her efforts do manage to suss out a single sign upon the bottom of the mountain, quickly jumping down to wonder what it mentions. And sure enough, it does foretell of a warning to not approach the tree, depicting a stick figure being torn apart. Alright, that checks out. Guess she wasn’t exactly paying attention, was she? Damn the tempting allures of the yellow citrus, their sour juices were nearly her end! And speaking of paying attention; this quick, but terrifying near death experience reminds the scientist to get back on track to the mission at hand. Poor Angelo can only hold out so long after all. Though tempted to stop in awe at the parks wondrous beauty, the scientist swiftly passes through the natural scenery, determined not to halt in her goal. With this drive, she manages to make it to the scenic view of the landmark in no time flat. Standing near the edge of the railing, Clara beholds the roaring Niagara falls in all of its flowing majesty; the descending waters crashing upon the dividing river below. From this point of view, she has a much more detailed look of the blockade separating the country. As expected, the well known landmark dividing the near impenetrable blockade is far from free in terms of security, boasting two lofty towers upon its side. The top of those towers sport armed turrets, ready to fire for any moment security is breached. Even with the stationed guns so far apart, it’ll be quite the challenge to squeeze through; Angelo’s condition not making things any easier. Leaning onto the railing, Clara wagers to gauge as deep a look she possibly can in hopes of strategizing. Her figure edging along the safety railing, her hips slide against the sleek metal. From her perspective, she realizes that although there is a ton of climbing room for Angelo to scuttle on, there’s very little in terms of cover. No doubt people are gonna notice a massive mutant bear spider climbing along the walls hard steel. Might as well just paint a massive target on their asses while they’re at it. Still, there’s gotta be something to work with. Can’t be completely impassable. The roars of the falls echoing in her ear drums makes a brilliant idea spring to mind. All the scientist has to do is have her steed climb upon the wall from an imperceptible distance, then slowly approach the landmark without catching a single eye. With next to no one even noticing their presence, she can safely ascend the Niagara falls from behind the descending waters themselves. Then when nearing the top, she squeeze out from the waters and quickly scuttle between the towers. Might take some timing, some skill, and for the fickle whims of chaos theory not to knee her in the beans; but she might be able to pull off this illegal border crossing without a single hitch. Right in the midst of her formulaic planning, her shifting position and lack of attention prove to be her literal downfall as she begins to slide off the slippery railing. Her gaze quickly shifts down upon the cascading river below, the scientist finally realizing her plummeting situation. Thankfully, she fails to fall far, as her ill desired drop come to a sudden halt. Dangling upon the distant river, she gazes up towards the edge and takes note of a pair of arms grasping tight at her leg. Attached to them be an over coated individual, their face shrouded in darkness by their wide rimed fedora. Swiftly, the figure pulls Clara back up from the hefty drop and drags her back to safety of the cold hard concrete. Her feet back upon the ground, she pulls herself out from her initial fear and terror with hyperventilated breathes. In the midst of her heavy breathing, she utters out her appreciation for the coated figure. “Thanks...a bunch...back there...” Though his features are well guarded by a vial of darkness, a responds come out of him on the form of a noir like tone. “No sweat, little lady. Just watch yourself next time. N’kay?” His advice having been given, the overcoat individual takes his leave back into the park. Just what was a weirdo like that doing here anyway; not that she ain’t thankful or anything. But people dressed like that don’t just go for leisurely stroll through places like this without cooking up some kind of scheme. The scientist knowing to be a prime example of that suspicion. Selling illegal drugs? Weaponry? Or maybe just primed and ready to flash his sick figure to some unsuspecting children? Who can really tell? Ain’t got time for that nonsense anyway. With her breath having calmed and a tactic glued in her mind, she quickly hurries out of the park and back into the heat of the jungle to rendezvous with her spider bear. Hopefully, Angelo will be okay enough to go on with the daring stealthy shenanigans scientist has in mind. Out of the park and into the city, she retraces her steps back towards the alleyway she had left her steed in. Along the way back, she gets another peek of the van crashes aftermath, this time with neon pink glow straps akin to police tape blocking the way. A couple of the Canadian troops were already on the scene, investigating the corpses of the crash and cleaning up whatever blood was spilled. Hate to be one of those poor bastards on clean up detail. Must be a really shitty position to get stuck with. Scrubbing off gallons of blood and scrapping up flattened intestinal tracts and livers off the walls. Still, not the most morbid thing that she’s seen today. And given the overall brutality of this whole city, clean up duty sounds kinda peachy, dare say relaxing. Anyway, best get moving along before people start to recognize her. Away from that horrid mess, she comes to the alley where she parked her furry steed. Descending into the dark depths of the corner, Clara comes to bear witness to a surprising site. The sickly bear spider that the scientist had left in the shadows of the alley had vanished. Puzzled at first, the scientist wondered what might have happened to her bear spider. The first thought to form in her head is that maybe she wound up going down the wrong alley. It’s quite possible that she might have been distracted by the cleanup scene from beforehand and mistakenly took a wrong turn? A glance towards the corner of the dead end showed otherwise however, the two cans that she had left behind lying upon the concrete were cleaned out; bits of bean and peas scattered around the tin containers. Yep. This was definitely where she had left her spidery steed. Only Angelo could leave behind a mess like that. That being the case, just what the hell happened down here? Wondering that very question, the second thought that worms its way in her mind is one of worry and paranoia. What if someone spotted her down here and called the troops on her fuzzy thorax? Ain’t no way she could have put up a brawl against their armored hides, not in the terrible condition she’s in. No doubt that they probably forced her out and dragged the poor girl to some kind of experimental lab, or worse yet, just shot her on the spot. Though reviewing the empty alleyway set before her, she fails to see any signs of a struggle. No claw marks, no scorch spots, no gun shells, no webbing, not even a single drop of blood to be found. She...She couldn’t have just up and left, could she? It was obvious she wasn’t feeling well, but was it that bad? Thinking this, she hunches over as her eyes glue to the spot she had left her sickly steed behind; her knees falling to the cold hard pavement. A horrible feeling begins to swell in the scientist very core, one that forces self deprecating thoughts into her conscious. Soon, drips begin to splash upon the concrete next to her legs, her face flowing a trickle of tears. It was obvious to anyone that Angelo wasn’t feeling well, but had it gotten that bad that she was forced to flee? Dammit! Why didn’t she stop at a doctor or something on their way? Would it even be possible to treat a chimeric creature such as her? Why did she have to leave her like this? What have I done? Upon this, all goes quiet. Clara slowly picks herself off the concrete, wiping away her tears with an audible snort. As her hands begins to ball themselves, her arms tremble alongside them. The seeds of doubt begin to sow themselves into the scientist very being. That ungrateful arachnid has been taken care of, fed, even saved a couple times, and she has the gall to just up and abandoned her in a place like this. You know what. If that damn spider wants to fuck off and leave her behind in the dust, fine! There’s plenty of alternative methods that the scientist could easily take that comes to the same results. Don’t needs her sorry spinneret to cross the border, anyway. With that fresh rash resolve does she turn back towards the way to the open streets, something in her way making her short lived stomp come to a sudden halt. Between her and the open streets stood the figure in the overcoat that had saved her from taking a deadly dive. “Hey there, little lady.” he kindly greets. “What the-...Have you’ve been following me, you creep!?” “Whoa harsh! Now is that any way to thank someone for saving your life?” “...What do you want?” “I was just comin to give you a little offer. One that you’d be dumb to turn down.” That odd statement makes the scientist aim her squinted eyes down upon the suspiciously dressed individual. Just what exactly is this weirdo trying to offer that she’d be hard pressed to refuse. Swear, if he turns out to be naked under that coat, Clara’s gonna pull her knife out on his privates. “You want on the other side, don’t ya?” Uttering that single question, the scientists eyes widen. The anonymous individual letting out a light chuckle. “Though you did. Couldn’t hide or lust for the fable green pastures on the other side of that wall from me.” “Get to the point.” “Right. Right. Me and a bunch of friends of mine have been leading a resistance group against the Canadians. Help us knock those maple leaved monsters down a peg and we may find a way to get you across the border in one piece. But best think fast now. As this one time offer ain’t comin back. What do you say?” It takes the scientist a fair minute to wonder if she should accept his proposal, weighing the limited options before her. Of course a skeevy son of a bitch like that would be a wild card to place your bets on any day of the week. Even with such an enticing prize on the line, it’d be a miracle to have your head intact with someone like him. Then again, given how her steed up and went a wall on her lab coated ass, it might be a bet that she’s gotta take. Can’t really see herself sneaking across the wall like an FBI intelligence agent. Probably end up with more holes then an example of trypophobia. Having next to no choice, there’s only one option left for Clara to take at this point. A heavy sigh escapes from the scientist lungs before she gives the man a question of her own. “Just where is this little resistance of yours at?” “Hang on a minute, sweet cheeks. Can’t just tell you where our base of operations is at.” That having said, the man digs into one of his many coat pockets. From one of them, he pulls out a long black sash and tells the scientist to: “Now stand still while I put this blindfold on you.” “Yeah...Fuck that. You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid trap? I ain’t putting that anywhere near my head.” “Aw fine. We’ll just take the alternative route. People never wanna do it the fun way anymore.” Guided by the over coated individual, the scientist travels across the streets of Niagara. Soon, the two come to an abandoned dock along the rim of the city. Both stop at the edge of the pier, overlooking the rapids of the river below. “Alright, you dragged us to the end of some dead docks. Now what?” the scientist pushes. “Okay, see that lakeside in the distance out there?” Gazing in the direction the man pointed at, Clara looked towards a small island parked along the side of the wall. “You mean that isle right there?” “Yeah. Look closer and you’ll see it.” Cautiously, the scientist approaches the edge of the dock, focusing her attention on the tiny isle in the distance. “I don’t see anything.” “Just a bit closer.” Upon that suggestion, Clara leans out towards the dock, trying to spot this so called “Base” the guy was mouthing on about. “Still nothing.” “Little more.” Her feet just mere centimeter from the edge of the pier, she leans over the rapid waters of the river. The man soon takes the moment to grasps one of the scientist ankles and attempt to tilt her off the dock. But Clara proves the wiser however and counters with a kick to his stomach. “You honestly thought I’d fall for that cliché crap?” she boast, her shoe still in the anonymous figures stomach. As she tries to withdraw her foot to escape, the man in the overcoat tightly grasps at her ankle and keeps her foot near his stomach. Without a moment of hesitance, the man takes a mighty leap off the docks, dragging Clara down into the river with him. Taking the plunge into the Niagara waters, Clara is swept along the rapids of the river as she struggle to keep her head above the water. “That...mother...fucker!” As she attempts to keep herself afloat, the scientist notices the man in the overcoat swiftly swimming in her direction. Try as she might to escape from him, the anonymous individual soon catches up to Clara and grabs hold of her midsection. The scientist struggles in his arm as he begins to swim back to the edge of the city. “Hold still! I might drop you!” he tries to warn. “Let go of me, you freak!” Both of them come to the bottom of a cement cliff, the stone far too tall and smooth to climb. They careen along the side of the river, until coming to the open mouth of an outflow pipe. The man in the overcoat grabs hold of the mouths edge, both him and Clara struggling against the current of the river. The over coated individual pulls against the flow and throws the scientist inside the pipe. Tossed into the dank opening of the waterway, Clara coughs up the river water that she had swallowed as the over coated man behind her soon pulls himself out of the stream. As she regains her breathing, she hears from him: “Right. Sorry about the deceitful dive I made you take. But you were the one who didn’t wanna wear the blindfold.” Rising from the slimy floor of the sewer opening, she looks towards the man from behind to find his back turned as he wrings out the water from his coat. “Now, if you’d kindly follow me, I can show you the way to the base.” Turning back towards the scientist, the anonymous individual witnesses her bolt deeper into the metal caverns. “Stop! If you go now, you might wind up dead.” The walls of the sewer widening in her escape, she looks back down the light of the waterway and sees the man in the overcoat struggling to keep up. All that water his coat soaked in must be slowing him down. Lucky she’s wearing thin clothing, ain’t it. As if she’d stop for that asshole after the stunt he pulled. Hell no. Getting as far as she can from that nutcase. With that in mind, she begins to notice the tunnel growing darker the deeper she goes. She digs into her pack for anything that might light her way. Hoping that some of her stuff didn’t get washed up. To that end, she pulls from her pack a flashlight. A relieved breath escapes her lungs when she finds that it still works upon the flick of its switch, the end shining its light down the damp darkness of the sewer tunnels. The sound of her rapid footsteps echoing through the brickwork caverns, she makes a lot of tight turns in hopes of losing the man in the overcoat. In her moment of escape, she feels a slight resistance against her foot and stops. Crouching down, the scientist finds a little string at the foot of her shoe. At that moment, she notices a mechanism go off and launch out a barrage of knives. Seeing the collection of cutlery's sharp ends heading towards her head, the scientist hits the deck as the knives pass over head. Seems these tunnels are lined with boobytraps. No doubt that these man made caverns are stuffed with them. Gotta find a way to keep from tripping them, but how? Its then that she turns her attention to the sewage waters below. As regretful of a choice it may seems, she may have no other one to take. Just pretend its not a river of hazardous biological waste made up the potential thousands of people from the surface. Just trick the brain into thinking its something you love, like cola, or pink lemonade, or liquid lime cream. After taking a moment to psychologically prepare herself, she takes the plunges into the underground river. A moment in the waters and Clara soon resurfaces in utter disgust. Oh god! It’s not working! The self psychological trickery isn’t working! It’s still a river of piss and shit! Her plan to evade the life threatening traps fails anyway, as countless pikes begins to spring out from the waters. Quickly, she flails back to the edge of the river, evading any spikes that pop out from the depths of the sewage. All around her, wooden pikes erupt from the waters, some of them tearing through her clothes as feeling their wood brush past her very skin. She swerves past any that poke out in front of her, using them to push herself closer to safety. She manages to dodge the springing spikes by the skin of her teeth and climb back to the concrete walkway. Upon the side of the sewer does her entire body drip liquid sewage down her lab coat. Well, that seemed to be an utter waste of time. Not only does she smell like shit, she looks like it too. Damn shame. Liked this coat too. Oh well, its intact enough to wear it. Just gotta tear off the torn bits. Oh well. If she can’t take the dive down in the river, the scientist will just have to take things slow. However, right on that very thought does a familiar voice ring through the brick tunnel. “Where are you!? Come back!?” Hearing the voice of the bastard that thrust her into these smelly escapades pushes her to make haste. Hoping to elude the overcoat dressed maniac, Clara bolts deeper into the sewers, cautiously watching her footing as she hurries. She takes plenty more random turns to try and lose her anonymous pursuer. Any tripwire she sees coming, she swiftly hops over. For any pressure plates she spots, she leaps across. The scientist manages to evade most of the death traps scattered throughout the cavernous sewers, that is until she makes an inconspicuous turn. Around the corners, she comes to a screeching halt, wide eyed at what was at the dead end. Dozens and dozens of cages, filled to the brim with feral, crazed eyed rats. All of them lose their minds upon site of the scientist, their squirming bodies squeezing against the bars of their cages Such a site makes the scientist take a wary step back, wishing to gain as much distance from the flesh hungry vermin as possible. She feels her heart quickly sink however upon the sound of a small click reaching her ears from below. Taking a glance down, she’s found herself having stepped on a pressure plate beneath her feet. She hears the sound of the cages doors unlock, the countless rats pouring out as their cage doors open. Clara doesn’t waste any time to the flee from the swarm and darts down the tunnels of the sewers. In her efforts to loose the approaching pack of rats, the scientist takes every corner she can and jumps across every river of sewage she comes to. But no matter what methods she uses to outrun the oncoming swarm, the rats always manage to find a way to close the distance she gains from them. Soon, the fuzzy pack of rapid vermin begin to encroach near Clara’s feet in their pursuit, the scientists breath beginning to wain. Nearing her moment of demise, she manages to spot a sign of salvation in her path. A gloved palm, open downwards and awaiting for her own accepting hand in escaping the approaching horde. The countless vermin nearing her feet, she eagerly jumps towards the open palm. Leaping towards the awaiting hand, she reaches out towards her unknown rescuer with her grasp mere inches away. She begins to drop back down towards the awaiting horde of rats, ready to devour her flesh and bone. Right on the verge of descending into the waiting teeth of the plague below, the hand reaches out and takes hold of the scientist grip. The arm swiftly pulls Clara up from the swarm, the scientist herself lifting her legs out from their reach. She watches as the stream of vermin eventually travel away from the hanging pair, Clara letting out a massive sigh. “Thanks a bunch. I don’t know what I’d-” Clara begins to thank, but stops her gratitude once she looks up to the identity of her savior. “You!” Grasping at her palm be the anonymous man, dressed in the body sized overcoat. The very same one she was attempting to elude. Both of them land back upon the clear concrete walkway, Clara beginning to backing away from the man. “Hang on minute! I’m not gonna hurt you! I swear!” he tries to mention. “Oh yeah! Like I’d believe that after you dumped me in a death trap filled sewer!” “If you didn’t run, I could have guided you safely to our base.” “Your base is in the sewer of all places?” “It’s the only way we can hide from the Canadian troops. Those trap you ran into were meant to keep people out. You’re lucky your flashlights and screaming lead me to you, else you would have wound up as Swiss cheese for the rats to clean up.” “Yeah, fine. Just get me outta here already.” “After all that and I don’t even get a thanks?” “You lucky you don’t get a kick in the teeth for dragging me down here. Now show me the way out or I’ll find it myself.” “Oh ho, I don’t think you’ll be finding your way around this maze from hell anytime soon. I’m the only one of us that knows this place like the stitch count of my coat. A round comfy 400 threads. Unless you wanna wind up as bits and pieces flowing through the river of piss, you ain’t gotta choice but to come with.” The man can can hear an audible growl escape from his guests mouth as he awaits for her answers; she drags her hands across her face before finally admitting: “Alright, you win. Please lead out from these dank caverns, my humble savior.” “Come on. There’s no need for that.” As promised, the anonymous individual navigates Clara through the deadly dank maze, turning the occasional corner and swerving around one or two traps. While the two travel along the underground canal, the scientist hears her overcoat dressed guide attempt to give his pardons with: “Listen, uh...I kinda get why your pissed right now. I wanna apologize for any kind of distress I may have caused. It’s just...with the Canadians constantly snooping around the city, we have to take every kind of precaution we can think of. That’s why I tried to push you off the pier back there. Can’t really blame ya for trying to fight back and all. Hell, those docks I took you to probably make the perfect set for a murder mystery movie.” Looking back, the man finds his apology to have little effect, the scientist still refusing to even look in his direction. “...Tell ya what. To make up for all the crap I’ve put you through, you can help yourself to a couple of cans on the house. Just mention the Dandy sent you.” Once the mention of free food had reached her ears, Clara’s eyes dart towards her guide. “You can even get yourself some water to give yourself a shower.” “Errm...” “It’s clean water. I promise.” Although her suspicions are still set at an all time high, the scientist begins to ease herself a bit. Besides, the offer of a shower sounds all too promising to ignore after all that she’s been through. Eventually, Clara is guided toward a light at the end of a tunnel, the man that lead her looking back with wide eyes and a gleeful giggle. “Now, feast your eyes upon the mighty stronghold of the Niagara resistance!” Beyond the darkness of the tunnel, the scientist beheld a wide open area, reminisce to that of an underground subway lobby. Built around were small buildings made from cheap looking splintery wood planks and discarded piping. Some sported spray painted signs to differentiate between living quarters, bars, and other miscellaneous services. Congregating among them be dozens of others garbed in rags and rough combat gear, mingling and playing among one another. Overall, the place kinda looked rundown and decrepit; sort of like one of those super old doll play sets worn down and beaten into by the cruel hands of time and reckless snot nosed children. To that end, the scientist can’t help but let out a wary groan. “I know it kinda looks like a dank shit hole now. But once we manage to take down some of the Canadians forces and steal their stuff, we’ll really improve on things. Til then, we get by on whatever we can get our hands on.” It’s in the midst of this introduction that the sound of an excited shrill reaches their ears. Ahead of them, a rough looking punk woman came swiftly on the approach. From her purple lipped mouth, a name eagerly shouts out. “Dandy!” The punk meets up with the anonymous man with a tight embrace, Clara looking away as she hears the suggestive sounds of loud snogging and sloppy slurping emitting from the two. Their amorous mouths soon part from one another, the punk adding to her loving greeting with: “Oh baby, I missed you so much.” A light chuckle escapes from the mans lips, him returning with: “I missed you two Shoa. I didn’t think I’d get a taste of your luscious lips again with you going out on that last mission.” “Baby, you know I’m always up for action. Either in the heat of action or in our moments of passion, I got enough steam to keep going all night long.” “Energetic as always. That’s why I love you.” The couple begin to laugh among themselves, but the punk halts her giggling once she catch site of the scientist behind her honey. “Uh, Babe...Who the fucks the bitch behind ya?” Parting from their embrace, the Dandy begins to introduce his punk love to Clara with: “Oh yeah! Sweets, this little lady that I brought with me here is Clara. She came to help out the cause.” Amidst his introduction, Clara takes note of the punks less then welcoming gaze; her narrow eyes and sour frown making it quite clear the scientist of what exactly Shoa thinks of her. In turn, Clara tucks her head down, her lab coat collar brushing against her cheek. Drawing breath through her teeth, the punk lets out a slight hiss. “Babe, come on. You promised me you wouldn’t bring home anymore strays. We can’t just take in any random ho you find on the streets; don’t know what tricks those Canadian might try to pull.” “Hone, relax. I’d know if she was planted, okay? Beside, she managed to survive some of the traps that we set up through the tunnels. Anyone who manages that’s gotta be pretty handy to have around, right?” Shoa begins to look away from her hubby, an uncertain groan leaving her lungs. “Hey. You know, if I didn’t bring home as many people as I do...” In the midst of his sentence, the overcoated Dandy pinches his punks chin and directs her attention to his tender eyes. “I wouldn’t have ever met the most rockin punk I’d ever laid eyes on.” This endearing comment makes the punk face flush red and a giggle escape through her smile. “Aw dammit Dandy. You always know how to make me melt. I’ll let it slide this time.” “Great!” With that, the anonymous man takes a light grasp of his girls shoulder and adds: “I gotta report into the boss and tell him what I discovered while I was out. Mind if you get Clara sped up on things?” “Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I’ll make sure she knows how things work around here.” The dandy then departs with a kiss goodbye from his punk mistress. As Shoa waves his overcoat babe with his leave, the scientist behind her can’t help but wonder if she should be reeling back. That glare that punk gave her earlier definitely showed signs of hostility; looking like she was carving Clara skin with those dagger eyes of hers. But then again, dealing with the constant threat of the Canadian forces could wain anybodies trust down to a thread. Plus, the scientist hasn’t exactly gave a good first impression herself. Betting breaking the ice might get things to cool down. Maybe sharing some stories and a cup of tea will lighten the mood. Determined to break through, Clara slowly starts to approach the back of her punk host with a friendly salutations. The time she traversed through the mutant forest always gets people talking. “So uh, you’d probably got some good fight stories to tell, don’t you? I got some pretty good tales to tell myself. See, this one time, I was going through this forest made entirely of- Before she could continue to recount her daring escapades, Clara soon feels the hard and aggressive punch of the punks fist clock her in the jaw. The swift blow manages to knock her down onto the tile floor below, Clara covering her jaw as she reels back from the surprise attack. Laying upon the cold hard concrete, Shoa’s imposing shadow blankets the scientist as the punk looks down upon Clara with a fierce scowl. “Listen up, you lab coated, rank ass ho. I didn’t get the second in command of the resistance as my boy toy just by surviving a couple harmless death traps. I fought dozens of those armored bastards that walk above us, taking on their laser armed asses with nothing but my bare fists to get that far. I ain’t about to lose all that to some random scientist dressed slut.” As she warns and insults the scientist, the punk slowly encroaches upon Clara, eventually backing her against the stone wall. “You try even a flash, wink, or even a nudge to him and I’ll shove my spiked boot up your tight little vag so deep, that you’ll be bleeding all year round. Got it?” With that question, the punk looks upon the scientist as she awaits her response, their faces mere inches away from one another. Not a single peep escapes from Clara’s lips, she repeatedly bops her head to agree, just hoping it get her to go away. Luckily, the punk retreats upon her response, leaving the scientist lying upon the cold stone tile. Once losing site of Shoa, she slowly picks herself off the ground; her legs refusing to stop wriggling as she rises. Jesus, the swings on some people. Nearly thought the jawline got fractured for a minute there. Still, given her boasts after which, its probably a safe bet to say that she was hold back there. Don’t know what really happen if she swung with full force. Forget the jaw, that bitch could knock the scientist’s head off. In any other case, it’d probably be smart to just bail while no ones looking. Unfortunately, an entire sewer maze filled with deadly trap and flesh eating vermin stand in the way to freedom. Probably wind up as a lifeless, chewed up pile of bones clogging the drain pipes. Still, she does have one point. The scientist is rank as all hell. Gotta find a shower before the stank burns the senses of her nasal cavity. Wondering along the resistance base, she notes the signs situated near the makeshift buildings show which ones are which. A little medical center, a small dining bar, a resting place, most of the commodities one would need to get by. Though the site of the dining bar makes her stomach beg with a loud rumble, now ain’t the time for food. Gotta find a bathroom around this joint before the scientist starts to attract small insects. Through all the splintery huts and rusted hovels, she manages to find one building with a small sign labeled: “Clean water”. Upon the site does the scientist literally sprint inside; god be damned all who stand in her way of her much needed wash. Within, Clara halts her sprint at the front desk, her hand constantly pounding the bell set along the top. Soon, a woman swiftly rises from underneath, her head taking the form of a banana. “What!? What!? What do ya want!?” her shrill voice wonders. With a sharp slap to its surface, Clara smacks her hand upon the desk and demands: “I’d like to take a shower!” “And I like to get some fucking sleep. What’s your point?” “Uh...Someone told me that I could wash up here.” the scientist repeats, her tone calmly drawing back. “Ha ha! You know hard it his to come across clean water in these times, especially down here? Folks around here need every drip we-” In the start of her rant, the woman at the desk begin to take note of Clara’s fowl odor. She reels back with her nose pinched tight. “Ah!...Aaah!...Jesus fuck!...God!...What the hell have you been wallowing in!?” “Sewer water.” “God dammit! Get the hell outta my establishment!” “But...I need something to get rid of this rank stench. And I ain’t leaving until I get some.” In response to her refusal to exit, the woman behind the counter pulls out a shotgun, its barrel aimed squarely at the scientist’s face. Clara soon puts her hands up and is quick to reveal her guides request. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on a sec! Dandy sent me! Dandy sent me!” Upon those word does the clerk lower her firearm, a frustrated sigh escaping past her lips. “Fine, wait here a sec.” With that, she quickly scampers out into the back room, leaving Clara alone to wait. As she waits for the clerks returns, she spots a man resting upon a chair in the corner, pinching his nose as he stares at the scientist. Clara tries to flash her a smile, yet all she gets in response is his swift departure. Yeah, kinda figured that be the proper reaction. As quickly as she left, the woman returns with a bucket in her grasp. She slams the pail upon the desk, the water within sloshing about. “There. Take it.” “...A bucket? Don’t you guys have like a shower or-” “Just take it and leave!” The woman screaming for her to depart, Clara snatches the pail and bolts out of the building. Once the scientist had left, the woman lets out a relieved breath. “Shit smelled like dying rats.” After finding somewhere private to wash she gets to work on cleansing herself of her accursed scent. Rubbing her skin, wringing her clothes, washing her hair, all the things she needs to clean quickly in the comfort of her own privacy. Out from the shelter of her private sanctum does she walk, taking in the refreshed scent from her body. Not exactly ocean fresh, but she’ll take anything to not smell like decaying horse carcasses. Its then that her stomach lets out an agonizing scream, the outcry making her decide that it was time for diner. Don’t really wanna use any of the rations in her pack though. Best just cash in Dandy’s word down at the bar. A step inside the bar and the scientist takes herself a stool along the counter. Hardly turns and squeaky as a manatee, but the soft pillow bottom makes the seat more then worth its quirks. Approaching her be the waiter, asking the scientist: “Waddya want?” Feelings clean as a whistle and as smooth as silk, she turns towards him with a suave smile and places her order. “I’ll like something that’ll fill up my gullet to the brim. A request from Dandy himself.” “Ugh, fine.” With these words, the waiter retreats into the backroom of the bar. From the window behind the counter, the scientist could see him walk to a big box of cans in the far back. She wonders if that single box is all they have to feed everyone here, given that is all she can make out from the stool. Despite the small number of people dwelling in these urban caverns compared to the ones above, its safe to say that a supply of that size would deplete in about a week, at best. Not really sure that Clara would feel comfortable speeding that process along. Perhaps a closer look would put her worries to rest. Before she could even hop off her seat however, the waiter quickly comes back out. As she swiftly sits back into her stool, she looks away from him to try and seem inconspicuous. The waiter slams the open can on the counter, a plastic spoon resting at its side. Clara looks down upon the tin cans contents, beholding the inside to be filled with a brownish mush of sort. “Uh...Wha-what am I looking at here?” she wonder aloud. “Hash. Take it or leave it.” With that, the waiter leaves the scientist so that he may attend to other patrons. Although wary with the contents of her dinner, she never the less grasp the plastic spoon to the cans side. Slowly, she scoops out a spoonful of the supposed hash, some of the leftover meat dripping back down into the can. Carefully, she guides the spoon towards her mouth, clasping the hash with her teeth by a few bits. Once in her mouth, Clara carefully chews the bit of hash and swallows the pieces down her throat. The initial taste stuck in her mouth, a primal urge soon overcomes here; driving the scientist to shovel the rest of it down her gullet. Something about the soft texture and meaty bits makes the girl want to shove the whole can down her throat. She soon empties the entire can in record time, slamming the tin back down upon the counter with bits left along her mouth. As she regains her breath, she licks the leftovers off her lips. Never really thought that the taste of chopped up meat and potatos would be so tantalizing. Almost makes a girl wanna chop her own arm off for more. As she savors the waning tastes of the hash, her ears catch the midst of an ongoing conversation. “So they still ain’t back yet?” “Nah man. Haven’t heard about em.” Trailing the sound to her side, she looked towards a near full booth on the edge of the bar. Three gents sat along the table, opened cans sat in front of them. The small one stood out from his slump and slams the table before exclaiming: “Dammit! Where the hell could they be? That son of a bitch still owes be a can of peaches.” The middle sized fellow attempts to inform the ill tempered dwarf by mentioning: “I hear that Jack and Danny were sent out to retrieve more food. Whatever they can get their grubby mitts on.” Its then that the larger gent of the group tries to calm the smallest of their pose with: “Yeah, calm yourself, Mults. Sure they’ll be back any minute now.” “But they’ve been gone for like hours. Danny shouldn't have brought Jack along; he’s always doing something stupid.” “He has a point. Reckless guy like that’s bound to wind up dead. Surprised he’s lasted this long already.” “Sam, come on. Don’t talk like that.” the behemoth suggests. Soon the trio hear the ring of the door, all of them looking over to find a single man in rags and out of breath. “Hey Jack. How’d the hunt go?” the lumbering man greets with a welcoming smile. “Yeah. What the hell took ya so long?” Mults rudely adds. “Where’s Danny? Is he trying to take a peek of Shoa again? Swear, when that bitch caught him, broke one of his teeth and shoved straight down his nose.” “I...He’s…He’s dead.” Upon those words do all of them grow still and silent, Sam breaking the quiet with: “Dead?...Danny?...Come on, man. Saw the guy squeeze himself out of a horde of troopers without a scratch.” “Yeah, you fucking liar. What actually happened?” the dwarf questions. “It, uh-...It was-...We were at the park, and Danny spotted this tree, and then swipes the dampener and charged at full force. He just told me “Don’t worry. I got this bro.” and he rushed for the lemons. I tried to warn him that the force field dampener was outta juice, but he was already sprinting at full speed and didn’t hear me. Next, thing I know, I see his entire body just turn into ash in the wind. I...didn’t know what else to...” Struggling to form the rest of his story, the man devolves into a crying mess kneeling on the floor. “Guys...I don’t think he’s kidden around.” the lumbering giant enforces. Done with her free meal, the scientist decides it best to leave. Best exit quick before that scene gets anymore depressing. In her wonder through the base, Clara’s eyes are drawn to the Dandy himself, waving for her attention. Once the scientist had began to approach him, he lets out an ecstatic greet. “Heyo! Glad to see you washed and fed, cause I got good news for you.” Although good news is what she hears, the scientist has learn to expect anything but by this point. “Yeah, what ya got for me.” “I managed to talk the boss into snagging you on a mission. See, there’s this power plant that the Canadians had built downtown that runs electricity all through Niagara. Without it, the Canadians won’t have any hope of charging their high powered equipment. It’d take em about a week trip just to power their rifles. So we plan on blowing it up!” “Oh uh, alright. When do I start?” A nervous chuckle escapes from the anonymous individual as he scratches the back of his head before he admits: “Funny thing is, your inclusion was sort of um...last minute. And by that I mean quite literally. You need to go before the train leaves...Like right now.” “What!? Which way is it!?” “It’s in the subway tunnel! Follow me!” With that command, the Dandy begins to swiftly guide out scientist once more. Sliding out from the corner, both of them rush along the resistance base halls. Their footstep bounce across the walls as they race down. Reaching into the depths of his mysterious garb, he adds one more statement as they dash. “Almost forget to give you something. You’ll need it on the mission.” From his overcoat, the Dandy pulls out a ski mask decorated to look like a dog, handing it to the scientist as its plush ears flop in the breeze. “A ski mask?” “Yeah. To protect your identity in the midst of the attack.” Watching the little knitted muzzle bounce up and down in their hurry, a single question escapes Clara’s lips. “Why does it look like a dog?” “Sorry. It was the only one I could nab on such short notice. Don’t exactly have much in terms of disguises.” “Can’t I just, I don’t know, borrow your coat instead?” “My signature overcoat? Out of the question. This magnificent garb is what defines my very identity- nay, my persona. The Delphic Dandy!” “...What the hell kinda name is that?” My point is that my overcoat is what defines my existence in this world. To discard it would be like one discarding their very heart. Can’t you imagine what I’d be without it.” “A dude without an overcoat?” “Exactly!” Upon this final cry, Clara fails to understand his reasoning. Ah well, weirdo’s be weird, she guesses. Coming to the end of the hall, both of them have the subway train in their site as it readies to depart. Racing across the platform, the scientist reaches out for the tail of the train, her grip aimed upon the railing. Her ride beginning to flee, Clara jumps for the train and successfully grabs hold of the rails. Her trouble aren’t over yet, as she still has yet to actually board, her legs scuttling across the tracks as the train picks up speed. She begins to loose her ground, nearing the verge of her body being dragged across the steel railway. But with a mighty leap, the scientist manages to finally board the leaving train, landing upon the back platform with a hearty sigh. Clara looks back to the man that managed to help her catch her ride and finds him waving her goodbye. In goodwill of all that he’s offered her, she decided to do the same. In spite of the less then stellar first impressions, perhaps the Dandy isn’t all that bad of a guy after all.

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🌙 and i recommend the show Wayward Pines ((on Hulu)) it’s s o good but i think ? they cancelled it after season 2

Oh I’ve never heard of that show. Imma look into it.Blog Rate and compliment for @grandmvster(again my Tumblr is messing up a lot. So imma have to tell you what I pick instead of highlighting, so sorry.)

Icon: 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // Shuri Udaku (I pick Shuri Udaku)

Theme: 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // Bucky Barnes (I pick a 9)

Content: 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // Loki Odinson (I pick Loki Odinson)

Overall: 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // Peter Parker (I pick Peter Parker)

Following: No but I love you 💗 // I sure as hell am now // yes 😊 //You’re one of my favourites 💗💓

(I pick you’re one of my favourites 💗💓)

I bloody love your blog. I absolutely love seeing you in my notifications. It makes me feel so loved. (again I am so sorry that this is a mess)

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Screencap or Direct Download

Does anyone know of (or have access to) screencaps or direct download for the shows below?

Detectorists (TV Series)

Wayward Pines (TV Series)

I'm working on icons of Toby Jones for my friend and these shows are a bit older, so I'm unsure where to look, thank you to anyone who looks!

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The Midnight Man will be released in select theaters and on VOD on January 22 via IFC Midnight. Check out the poster above and the trailer below. The indie horror film is directed by Travis Zariwny (Cabin Fever).

Horror icons Robert Englund (A Nightmare on Elm Street) and Lin Shaye (Insidious) star alongside Gabrielle Haugh (Jeepers Creepers III), Grayson Gabriel (Wayward Pines), Emily Haine (Fargo), Louise Linton (Cabin Fever), and Michael Sirow (Jack Goes Home).

Read on for the trailer and synopsis.

It was supposed to be just an urban legend… On a snowy night in her grandmother’s sprawling mansion, teenage Alex (Gabrielle Haugh) and her best friend Miles (Grayson Gabriel) discover a mysterious box hidden away in the attic. Inside are instructions for The Midnight Game, an ancient Pagan ritual said to summon the players’ greatest fears. It all seems like harmless fun—until they unleash the terrifying spirit of The Midnight Man, an unholy force who pits them against their darkest demons and dares them to survive. Horror legends Robert Englund and Lin Shaye (A Nightmare on Elm Street) costar in this terrifying, supernatural game of cat and mouse. Play at your own risk…

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"Split"- The M. Night Shyamalan we knew and loved is back with a vengeance! 'Split' is a taut and intense thriller!

Save for a few controversial political figures, fewer people have proved to be as divisive in recent years as the filmmaker M. Night Shyamalan. Though his career got off to a promising start with an excellent trilogy of thrillers including the iconic "Sixth Sense", underrated "Unbreakable" and heartfelt and frightening "Signs", he soon took a nosedive with a series of severe misjudgments and a string of critical failures. Whereas before 2004, his name piqued curiosity and excitement, for a time there, he became a small laughing stock. Thankfully, he's gone through something of a career-renaissance. Between his very decent television series "Wayward Pines", his entertaining 2015 found-footage horror-comedy "The Visit" and now his excellent new feature "Split", it appears that the M. Night we so fondly remember… the same man who brought us that brilliant trilogy of films so many years ago… is back with a vengeance! "Split", a sort-of drama/thriller starring the excellent James McAvoy and wonderful newcomer Anya Taylor-Joy might just be one of his best films yet. It's a shocking return to form for Shyamalan, and it honestly came out of nowhere for me. I never gave up on him entirely even when his later films started to get progressively worse... but even I wasn't expecting "Split" to be just as good as it is. It's still early in the year, but I have my doubts that the year will produce any other thrillers that are just as deliciously creative, genuinely suspenseful, oftentimes hilarious and downright breathtaking as this film. Bravo, Mr. Shyamalan! Bravo. We follow a trio of teenaged girls, including troubled outsider Casey (Taylor-Joy), who are kidnapped by a troubled man named Kevin (McAvoy) who suffers from Dissociative Idenity Disorder. With twenty-three identities inside of his mind, Kevin is completely unable to control his own body, which is being increasingly inhabited by a small group of corrupt and twisted personalities who tease the girls about the coming of a twenty-fourth personality known only as "The Beast." Casey, herself coming from a dark history, tries to assist the others in figuring out how to save themselves, all while Kevin's psychiatrist Dr. Karen Fletcher (Betty Buckley) becomes increasingly alarmed by his recent behavior. To star, the cast is just phenomenal, and everyone is perfectly cast in their respective roles. Anya Taylor-Joy, who got her start in the excellent art-house horror feature "The Witch", makes for a remarkable protagonist who you can't help but root for. She has a talent far beyond her years, and it's going to be great fun seeing her career develop. Betty Buckley is wonderful as a brilliant psychiatrist whose goal is to help Kevin, even if she suspects there might be something sinister going on. She adds a great sense of class to the role and also helps to fill the audience in on the details and eccentricities of Kevin and his disorder. But of course, James McAvoy is the real standout here. The role of Kevin is one that if played poorly, could have destroyed the entire film. But McAvoy is absolutely stunning, and steals the show in virtually every scene. He perfectly balances his performance, and plays it just over-the-top enough that it works, while never becoming cartoony. Each of his "alters" feels like a unique role, and all of them elicit a different reaction from the viewer- whether it be the threat of the predatory "Dennis", the entertainment and sadness brought about by the childlike "Hedwig" or the likability of the dominant personality "Barry." Just an incredible, award-worthy turn from the excellent McAvoy. Shyamalan is at the top of his game in regards to his writing and direction, and I actually found this one of his most ambitious and striking films to date. His script has a wonderful sense of pace and structure, doling out information at a deliberate but steady pace, allowing the pieces to organically fall into place. You'll always be at the edge of your seat. He's also thankfully dialed back quite a bit on the eccentric "quirky characters" and wonky dialog that have made his last few films somewhat unbearable, and it feels a bit more naturalistic as a result. In addition, I think his keen eye for visuals- which has always been one of his greatest strengths- is on full-display in this film. Despite being one of his lowest-budget features, the film is never anything less than slick and stylish, with the camera snaking along like a serpent ready to strike at any moment, and a chilling atmosphere of isolation and oppression established early on. This is also perfectly complimented by the moody and grungy soundtrack courtesy West Dylan Thordson, whose tones and themes match the picture perfectly. And then there's the big finale. I won't spoil it, but suffice to say my jaw was literally on the floor for the rest of the day. Just an astonishing climax. "Split" will no doubt go down as one of the most pleasant surprises of the year. It's a refreshing and much-needed return to form for director Shyamalan, and is definitely amongst his best work. It's thrilling. Exciting. Spellbinding. And incredibly eerie. While I did have some very minor issues with a few of the developments and the handling of a few key sequences, these faults were so small that they cannot detract from the otherwise completely enthralling experience. If you're one of those people who has dismissed Shyamalan's work or completely written him off, I beg you to give him another chance. Because "Split" is without question right up there with his excellent earlier work. I give it a fantastic 9 out of 10!

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FUCK Tampa. (part 2)

The bones of St. Pete have a lot character-- one might describe the architecture throughout as charming; the roads layout as a grid with Streets running east to west and Avenues south to north. The east side hits the waterfront where the piers reside, and to the far west are the beaches. From waterfront to beach is maybe about 20 miles, but downtown to the Grand Central District at 16th street is an easy walking distance. Everyone knows everyone in the scene, and for the most part everyone gets along. There are occasional minor spouts of drama, sure, but in general we’re united for good against our common enemy: ‘the Man’, Nazis, and anyone from Tampa.

Surrounding downtown are 15 distinctly historic neighborhoods fanning out on either side from Central Avenue, which divides the city down the middle into north and south. There’s Old Northeast, Roser Park, Jungle Prada, Crescent Lake and Snell Isle among others. Each whimsical neighborhood has a unique pulse, comprised of colorful craftsman houses, sprawling spanish style mansions with terracotta clay roofs, or little bungalows like my house in Historic Kenwood.

I purchased my house in 2004, a tiny pink tudor style built in 1941, with white shutters and a pointy grey roof located on 9th Avenue North at 28th Street. Originally constructed as vacation homes for snowbirds, little homes like this are super common in Kenwood. Inside my bungalow there are two teeny bedrooms on either side of the living room, dark hardwood floors throughout, and checkered ceramic tile in the kitchen. The bathroom’s shower faucet was dysfunctional, requiring a pipe wrench to turn the water on but in the five years I lived there, I never got around to fixing it. One winter we turned the Florida room in the front of the house into a makeshift bedroom where Faith lived before she got knocked up with her first baby Juliet.

My house becomes the hub for so many epic house parties; a revolving cast of roommates and couch crashers. An orphanage for wayward drunk girls and boys, at some point or another just about everyone close to me has lived there. The backyard, about 4 times the size of the house itself had a chain-length fence running the parameter so all my neighbors could witness the debauchery in real-time. The garage was separate. Early on, I turn this shed into a studio work space but eventually rent it out to a handful of people over the years who need a place to live despite the fact that the garage isn’t exactly what you’d call livable-- no bathroom, a/c or ceiling.  

In the summertime, my backyard has a kitty pool, a slip-n-slide and a constant keg of Yuengling. I’d mow the lawn only after the City gave notice of an impending fine, so the yard was always overrun with grass up past your knees. Here I lived until 2009. During these years, my little pink house will go down in history as one of the great party houses this side of the Bay, the last of which saw three kegs killed. A local metal band played a show that night in my garage, their mosh pit busted a huge hole in the drywall and some assholes started an uncontrolled fire in the alley. The cops came to break it up but we still had people sleeping on couches hauled out into the backyard come morning amid the hundreds of red solo cups littered across my lawn.

But, I am not technically from there-- my closest friends and I did not grown up in St. Pete proper, a fact which sets us apart. We remain “new kids” to the scene for years, in contrast to the original crew of rabble-rousers-- generations upon generations of brothers and little sisters indoctrinated to punk from a young age who’d been kicking it together causing trouble and setting dumpsters on fire since they were prepubescent.

Quinn, Emily, Carolyn, Alex, Diane and I are all originally from Seminole, a suburban enclave to the Northwest. Seminole is a “good” area, which just meant that any crime occurring was happening behind closed doors. In Seminole there are residential neighborhoods with names like Bay Haven, Imperial Point, or Rustic Pines, and tract homes that span for miles. Our local mall was desolate-- anchored by a depressing food court and a K-Mart, frequented only by the residents of a neighboring nursing home who would sit on benches all day staring out into the nothing. On the main boulevard is the only restaurant in town, Joto’s, a “family friendly” pizza joint where suburban moms and dads would hang out amid the local high school jocks, reliving  glory days over bud lights, televised football games and greasy food.

Anna grew up in nearby Pinellas Park, just to the east, best known for biker bars, white-trash trailer parks and an enduring meth epidemic. Anna lived in Seminole with her grandparents the years she attended middle school due to instabilities with her mom, stepdad and their ever-relapsing drug addictions. We met Anna back then but didn’t become good friends until years later when Emily and Anna will unknowingly be sleeping with the same guy. When the truth broke, they decided they liked one other better than they liked him anyway, and have been best friends ever since.

Quinn, Emily, Alex and I are Seminole High School class of 2002. Angsty outcasts, the rest of the school was all Abercrombie & Fitch; way too enthusiastic about attending and participating in sports related activities, pop music and having nice cars-- the four of us did not fit in. Surviving a fairly sheltered, very boring adolescence, our summer days were spent hanging out on John’s Pass-- an old fisherman’s wharf on the Gulf of Mexico where we would play board games or read books at a coffee shop located on the far East end of the docks. After nightfall we would hang out under a bridge where skater punks would use the uneven cement to facilitate flip tricks. While we’d watch them skate, they’d tell stories, cultivating for us an alluring mythology of downtown St. Pete: tales of out-of-control shows at State Theater and the Refugee a mission/music venue that fed the homeless population. The Refugee was run by a new-agey Christian man who fancied himself akin to a modern Jesus-- all walks were always welcome there.

There was the C.O.R.E., a radical bookstore on the far southside of town where you could buy extremist literature (even things that were government banned like the Anarchist’s Cookbook, prominently displayed on racks towards the front). They skaters would speak of long nights spent drinking quarts of malt liquor on dirty beach just east of the pier where you could look out across the Bay and watch the bright lights of Tampa on the other side.

The Globe had the best nachos. A buck would get you a cup of coffee, 50 cents more buys a few refills and because the Globe was open until 4am, it was an excellent place to stay out all night when your parents thought you were staying at a friends house. Josh Sullivan always worked the front counter, and was the coolest. Josh really loved ska music so he’d dance whenever it played on the stereo. He had a cat named Slap that he’d walk on a leash, and was the creator of JoshComics, an iconic local zine.

At the age of 17, we venture beyond the beaches and onto the streets of downtown. Overnight we go from good suburban girls to drinking Mickey’s at punk houses-- making out with older guys in studded jackets, bullet belts, mohawks and too many facial piercings. In 2002, when we turned 18, Quinn, Emily, and Alex all move into a house on 26th Street and 4th Avenue. I secure an apartment at 5th and 5th right next to the Coliseum. Soon after, Anna will move into a ground floor apartment in my complex. On Saturdays when she isn’t working, Anna and I will smoke pot on her big blue couch by the window discussing our plans-- when and how we will escape Florida; who was working that night at World Liquors, and if they would sell to us.