amelie young




I decided to post a bunch of requests at once cus’… why not? It keeps me focused on the goal! What goal? Well to finish the requests ofc!

Just a little side-note to what Gabe and Jesse are cookin’: It is something called chocolate buns.. I think. It’s made of puffed rice and chocolate… and basically only that… :| they are super good tho!    


A/N: I was very much inspired by Amélie(The musical on Broadway) when I saw it during previews. Adam Chanler-Berat smiled at me and I met Phillipa Soo! It was quite the experience!

Part 2

You remember the exact day when your safe world got turned upside down. You remembered crouching behind the door to hear the strange man talk to your overly cautious father in the kitchen. Your mother had passed away when you were too little to recall her and since, your father didn’t want you in danger of any sort.

The conversation was normal, since their voices were not at all different. At one point, your father was talking in a hurried tone and the strange man with the long robes and white beard responded in a very calm matter.

Not understanding what they were saying, you stood up slightly and leaned against the door. Being homeschooled and a ten year old led to a lonely life. There weren’t any children around the house and, besides, your father only let you go to the gardens, where you played pretend that you had a more exciting life. Father didn’t particularly like that.

Finally, you heard the man say clearly, “Mr. Y/L/N, you can’t withhold her the opportunity of education. She also has to realize that she is not made of glass.” There was a small bit of silence until he continued, “Y/N, you can come in.” You were taken aback from the statement and walked into the room, prepared to be scolded for eavesdropping.

Your father, stoic as always, cleared his throat. “Y/N, this is Professor Dumbledore. He has something for you.”

With a twinkle in his eyes, Dumbledore held out a letter that had your name on it. You looked at it curiously, since it was perhaps your first letter. You looked to your father, as if asking permission. He only nodded reassuringly so you carefully tore the envelope and read the letter inside.

Dear Miss Y/L/N, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Confusion was evident on your face so Professor Dumbledore quickly explained that wizards and witches are secretly a part of the world and you were of age to be admitted to the school that will teach you your powers. You were a muggle born, meaning your parents were both non magical.

You were in a daze the whole summer as you prepared for school. The brief taste of magic at Diagon Alley only made you want more. When your father dropped you off at Platform 9 and ¾, he asked for the occasional letter and to remember to be careful. There was no hug, only a slight pat on the back.

The train ride was long, but you were fine with looking out the window. You had never heard of most of the villages that were pacing. Only a few passed before the Hogwarts Express was in the middle of practically no where. Even on the way to your magical school, your fantasies of adventure enticed you to daydream the rest of the way.

A large man with a grey dog called for all the First Years when the train stopped and students were arriving on the platform. You remained silent, slightly intimidated of the excitement radiating off your fellow classmates. You didn’t say a word during the boat ride to the grand castle lit up with candles. You looked at it with amazement, but didn’t join in the chatter.

You blindly followed to the Great Hall. As the names in the Sorting Ceremony got closer to your last name, you found yourself afraid of the attention. When your name was called, you froze. People started whispering, saying you would definitely be a Hufflepuff. Knowing you just had to take a few more steps, you did exactly that and the hat was placed on your head.

It seemed to have conversations with some people, but the second it touched your head, its booming voice announced for the entire hall, “Gryffindor!” The uproar from the Gryffindor table made you scared, but for appearances, you smiled and sat down. The ceremony went on as planned.

While other Gryffindors enjoyed their own adventures and escapades, you found yourself hiding away for the next five years. You were always in the back of the classroom, always in the most obscure corner of the library that people only really used if they wanted to snog.

You took your father’s words to heart. After growing up one way, it was hard to suddenly change it. Sometimes you caught Dumbledore staring at you during meals and you’d hear the words he said in your kitchen. You reassured yourself that you were happy being looked over or forgotten. Sure, you had good grades, but unless you were properly courageous, no one would paid any attention to you.

Even the girls you lived with seemed to forget you were there. They would jump sometimes at the sight of you and nod in greeting. They never stayed in the room too much, so you didn’t mind.

Normally, your ability to blend in worked out well. The one day it didn’t would be the day that your life was forever changed. You were walking through the halls during your free time, with your head down. People would usually get out of your way, but the boy carrying at least five books and almost twenty sheets of paper didn’t see you in time.

When you collided, his papers and books went everywhere. You began helping him with his paper until your eyes met the warmest brown eyes you have ever seen. His eyes widened and his frantic movements stopped for a brief ten seconds. He was in a trance until the professor he needed to see turned into a classroom. Quickly, the boy gathered what he thought was everything and ran after them. “Professor! Wait!”

You wanted to shake yourself from the strange encounter, but saw his book that he dropped, but didn’t pick up. You hesitantly picked it up and walked in his direction, only to realize that you had no idea what door he went in nor his house. Deciding to hold on the book until you thought of something, you made your way to your dorm.

Since you began picking classes that wasn’t just part of a standard curriculum, you don’t see Remus as often during classes. Of course, he’d manage to be in the spotlight because of James and Sirius, but he was more reserved than them. Looking at the worn book on your lap in the dorm room, you wondered if it was used often or if it was previously used. It wasn’t a school book, but a sketch book. Your eyes widened at the detail used in the quick doodles and buried yourself in the pages.

In the boys dorm room, Remus entered with his pile of books. He uttered a greeting to his friends and roommates, before shuffling through the books. Not seeing one particular book made Remus worry slightly. It wasn’t a schoolbook, but he was concerned what would happen if Severus had gotten his hands on his drawings. He had it all day. It was impossible that the leather bound book wasn’t there. James noticed and asked, “Lost something, Moony?”

Remus was still thinking about when he last saw it. Suddenly, a short flashback tugged itself to the front of his mind. Colliding with someone, a girl. Dropping a lot of the things in his hands and getting lost in their eyes. Getting distracted by the appearance of his professor. Running a hand through his unruly hair, he replied, “Yeah, but I know who has it.”

Looking up, Sirius asked from his bed, “Who?”

Opening his mouth to respond, Remus recalled your face and tried to place it. He knew most of the people in his year without being truly observant. You looked like his age, so you couldn’t be new. He tried to recall the colors of your tie, but couldn’t remember. He looked up with confusion. “I don’t actually know. I’ve never seen her before.” Mysterious, just like Remus thought when he first saw you after the collide.

Thinking back of how your eyes truly captivated him, Remus wondered out loud, “How is that possible?”


I can’t get used to drawing young Hanzo, too bizarre without his beard, but after I finish this upcoming au sketchpile it might not feel as weird.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have like, a list of headcaons for widow somewhere? Your take on her is super interesting and i wanna know more!!!

because lots of people are asking where I ‘align’ myself Widowmaker-wise, here’s a handy list that will also help interpret my art. Most of these are headcanons! It’s okay if you disagree with them! Anyway, here’s the sections included under the READMORE:

THE LACROIX TRAGEDY (The Gerard and Amelie dynamic)

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anonymous asked:

How about #5 spiderbyte (widow/sombra)? :D

Sombra kicked her legs over the edge of the building, her fingers moving idly as she lazily hacked her way to stealing Lúcio’s latest yet-unreleased album. She glanced back at Widowmaker, staring down the scope of her rifle to the outside of a restaurant below, and then Sombra brought her legs up and turned around so she was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the building.

“He’s on a date, you know,” said Sombra, “It could take a while.”

“I hate this holiday,” muttered Widowmaker.

“I don’t think it’s all bad,” said Sombra, bringing up another screen with a swipe of her hand to several feeds of data she had running of numerous politicians, corporate leaders, and military officers. “Illicit affairs, suspicious purchases, sudden mysterious dips in public funds… You could say Valentine’s day is harvest time for blackmailers. Any movement?”

“Perhaps they moved toward the back. No word from Reaper on whether we’ve been compromised.” Widowmaker brought down the infra-sight on her recon visor, “Personne n'échappe à mon regard.” She frowned at she looked at all the red bodies moving through the restaurant below, only to see the target in that same corner booth as a waitress approached them and placed what Infra-sight was picking up as what must have been a pot of coffee on the table.

“Well?” said Sombra.

“They’re getting coffee,” Widowmaker scoffed. “Que c’est banal,” she said, bringing her eye away from her scope and dropping into a seated position. Sombra chuckled a little.

“What?” said Widowmaker.

“You know you get twice as bitter when the target is out on a date—-and you’re twice as happy taking them out,” Sombra paused and looked at Widowmaker, “Or… you know, however close to ‘happy’ you get.”

“Hmph,” Widowmaker brought up her gun again and looked through the scope.

“When was the last time anyone took you out?” said Sombra, lying on her stomach on the edge of the building and putting her chin in her hands.

“No one has taken me out. I am still here,” said Widowmaker.

“Haaaa,” Sombra wagged a finger at her, “I knew there was a sense of humor somewhere in that 3-beats-a-minute heart, amiga. You know what I mean.”

“I do not ‘go out,’” said Widowmaker, bringing her rifle down.

“Well not with that attitude, you don’t,” said Sombra, “We should go out.”

Widowmaker looked at her incredulously.

“I’m serious!” said Sombra, sitting up, “What about dinner?”

“My metabolism has slowed to the point that food is ash in my mouth,” said Widowmaker.

“A movie?” said Sombra.

You see every film before they are even edited.”

“A show.”

“A screaming crowd in the dark and music blowing out my eardrums. Comme c'est délicieux.”

“Dancing!” Sombra said, exasperated.

“I do not dance,” said Widowmaker.

Sombra grinned and brought up a video of a young Amelie LaCroix on stage and en pointe, “I’ve got a few videos that say otherw—”

“Sombra,” said Widowmaker and Sombra immediately closed the video screen. Widowmaker brought up her rifle again and looked through the scope, bringing down her recon visor again.

“Ugh,” muttered Widowmaker, watching the target, “Another pot of coffee.”

Sombra sighed and got up from the edge of the building and walked across the roof. “I am ze Widowmaker,” she said, imitating Widowmaker’s whispery voice and accent as she brought up several screens with a wave of her fingers, “I ‘ave been a leeveeng weapon ev-air seence all ze fun was sair-gically removed from my ‘eart. C’est la vie. Omelette du fromage.

“I can hear you, you know,” said Widowmaker, glancing over her shoulder to see Sombra actually looking busy and not cavalier, “What are you doing?”

“Bringing up the city power grid,” said Sombra, her brow furrowing, “Let’s ruin this guy’s date.”

Widowmaker chuckled a little and then watched as Sombra’s fingers worked a completely separate screen, causing apparently random lights to turn off in buildings in the skyline opposite the restaurant. “What are you doing there?”

“Focus on the restaurant front,” said Sombra and Widowmaker nodded and brought up her rifle. Right on cue the lights went out in the restaurant and there was a hissing noise and Widowmaker smirked as people started pouring out of the restaurant front, their clothes and hair wet. Sombra had activated the fire sprinklers. Widowmaker peered through her rifle’s scope. The thing about bodyguards was they made it remarkably easier to pick the target out of a crowd. Always with the sunglasses and the black suits. The target walked between them, his date wringing out the bottom of her dress. Widowmaker smirked, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger. The target fell. His date screamed as the bodyguards scrambled to drag him out of the line of fire, not that it would do him much good at this point.

 Widowmaker brought her rifle down and turned on her heel. “We should get going,” she said as sirens started sounding in the distance, but then she noticed something off about the skyline. Most of the lights in the office buildings were off, however lights in rooms across a row of office buildings had been strategically turned on. Reading across about 8 different skyscrapers, one could make out the word “COFFEE?” spelled out of strategically lit up rooms on various floors. Widowmaker’s brow furrowed but she smirked.

Incroyable,” she said looking at Sombra.

“What?” said Sombra, coyly. Widowmaker gestured at the buildings and Sombra looked over and gasped. “You’re asking me out to coffee?”

“Wh—You did that!” said Widowmaker.

“This is so unexpected! ” said Sombra, her hand flying over her heart.

Widowmaker would have protested further but then heard the sirens getting louder. “Fine! Allez! But you’re buying.”

“Whatever you say,” said Sombra and she laughed a little. She couldn’t remember the last time she paid for something with her own money. Widowmaker hurried to the edge of the building and Sombra ran over after her. Sombra wrapped her arms around Widowmaker’s waist and shoulders as Widowmaker fired her grappling hook onto another building and then leapt off and swung with Sombra holding onto her, the two of them disappearing into the night.

tip for new traders;

When we ask for your list, we don’t mean:

“3 Musketeers with Aaron Tveit

9 to 5 OBC

13 OBC

25th Annual Puntnam County Spelling Bee OBC etc.”

What we do mean:

“Amélie: Berkeley, CA (September 5, 2015) - VOB + Smalls

​Cast: Samantha Barks (Amelie), Adam Chanler-Berat (Nino), Tony Sheldon (Dufayel/Collignon), Randy Blair (Hipolito), Perry Sherman (Lucien), Alison Cimmet (Amandine/Philomene), Carla Duren (Gina), John Hickok (Raphael/Bretodeaux), Alyse Alan Louis (Georgette/Fluffy/Sylvie), Paul Whitty (Joseph) David Andino (Blind Beggar/Garden Gnome), Maria-Christina Oliveras (Suzanne), Savvy Crawford (Young Amelie).

American Psycho: ​Broadway (March 29, 2016) - VOB + Smalls

Cast: Benjamin Walker, Alice Ripley, Anna Eilinsfeld, Ericka Hunter, Alex Michael Stoll, Jennifer Damiano, Theo Stockman, Dave Thomas Brown, Helene Yorke, Drew Moerlein.
Notes: Preview. etc. “

Another Amelie film still! Young Amelie getting revenge on her neighbour. I’m trying to make myself work on backgrounds… I’ve always been pretty lazy with them and I’m finally realising how important (and beautiful) they are. Using film stills is helping me to learn foreground, middle-ground and background in a really curated, straightforward way :-) 

Never say die - Chapter one

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader
Words: 2561
Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her.

A/N: So i posted this already before but i changed this a bit bc first it was Robert Plant x reader and i don’t have motivation for Robert rn lmao. So now you can enjoy Axl’s company. I’ll try to update asap

Originally posted by dustnbones96

”I can’t believe it’s already today!” my best friend Leo yelled from the living room. I was still in the bathroom trying to fix my hair for tonight. ”I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time and it’s finally happening.”

We were going to see Guns N’ Roses at tonight’s concert which started at 7 pm. Leo and I loved Guns N’ Roses, we were crazy about their music. I had all of their songs on vinyl and many posters on my walls. We were sure for a moment that we couldn’t afford to buy the tickets, but luckily I got my salary from work earlier than usual. Probably one reason was also that it was my birthday today and my boss knew how much I loved this band. I finally turned 20 and I was sure this night would be the best birthday ever.

”I know right! I hope they’ll play Better, I’ve been lately really in love with it. My all time favorite is obviously November Rain though, but I know they’ll play it every time,” I yelled back and worked with my hair for a couple of minutes more after the curls were good enough. I walked to the living room and saw Leo talking on the phone.

”Dude, how can you not be ready yet?! We’re gonna be late soon if you don’t hurry up,” Leo said to the phone. Probably talking with Amelie, I thought, she was coming with us and we were supposed to go get her from her house.

”We still have time you know, we’re not that busy yet,” I tried to calm him down. He’d been stressing out a lot during the last couple of months. He was sure something bad would happen before the concert and we’d miss it, like for instance Axl would become really sick and lose his voice or the band would get into a car accident.

”We’ll be there in 15, you better be ready by then. See you soon!” Leo said and ended the call.

”Calm down, dude. Jesus, you’re acting like some young fangirl meeting Harry Styles or who the curly brownie is. Except you’re not screaming your lungs out,” I laughed and Leo finally gave me a tiny smile. ”Just breathe.”

”Yeah, let’s go,” Leo said and took car keys from the table.

It took hours to get in but we finally made it. There were so many people, thousands of them. I had never been in a same area with so many people before. I hadn’t been in many concerts because my favorites had mostly either died or they didn’t just do gigs anymore. Quite hard to be a classic rock fan in 2017 to be honest. I’d literally do anything to get a time machine and travel back to 70’s and 80’s. Pink Floyd, The Doors, Nirvana, Queen… There were so many.

”Oh my god,” Amelie gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

”What?” I asked and drank water from my bottle.

”Okay, don’t look. But how much does that pal look like a mix of Slash and Axl?” Amelie pointed a young guy with long curly brown hair, pilot sunglasses, cigarette in his mouth, a cowboy hat on his head and a red checked shirt around his waist. And right then, I accidentally spitted all of the water left in my mouth straight to some man’s back and bursted out laughing.

”Oh my god he really does.”

The man turned around, stared at me and tried to touch his back on the wet spot.

”What the fuck –” he started. Then I fully realized what had happened.

”I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” I apologized slightly panicking. He just shook his head and turned back to his friends.

Leo was trying to hold his laughter but didn’t have time to say anything when the music already started.

The concert was amazing, much more amazing than I expected it to be. I literally didn’t have any words for the feeling, it was one of the best moments of my life. I couldn’t have had any better birthday than tonight. Their first song was Welcome to the Jungle and I slightly cried during Don’t Cry – which is quite ironic. Now was the time of their last song before this all would come to its end.

”So this song is really special to us for many reasons. We dedicated this song to our old friend, our best friend,” Axl said on the microphone. ”Without her, we wouldn’t probably be here tonight. She was amazing, more than amazing. She was kind, funny and fucking sarcastic. Steven and her did always pranks on the rest of us.”

I had never heard Axl talk about anyone or anything so softly, deeply or just seen him being so emotional during a concert. Everybody in the audience were quiet, probably even held their breaths and let Axl speak without interruptions. He sighed and continued.

”She was always there for us when we had our hard times. I don’t have a fucking clue how she handled our drunk asses after some gigs,” Axl laughed. ”We first met in 1985 when we weren’t a big thing yet, we were just a little band nobody had ever heard about. And one night we were playing at a local bar and after the playing and stuff she came to talk to us and said how well we played and we would be some helluva band in the future. Well, she wasn’t wrong, like she never was.”

I was speechles like were everybody else. Duff and Slash had become more serious now and didn’t move even an inch, just stared at the sky.

”She was from Los Angeles as well. She was on a tour with us quite often actually. She meant a lot to us. A lot to me. There’s not a day when i wouldn’t miss her,” Axl said smiling, but was quiet for a moment until continued. ”But the thing is that she died in 1997, she was only 32 years old by then. We were there when it happened and it was literally the worst moment of my whole life. And why are we singing this song exactly today? Well, because this is the day she both died and was born.”

Axl shared a few words with Duff and Slash that the audience couldn’t hear. Then he turned to face us again and said:

”Now I’d ask every one of your asses to calm down and have a moment for her.” Axl looked at the dark sky with a couple of stars, ”this is for you, Amy, happy birthday, honey.”

The band began to play and already of the first words I recognized the song to be from the album Chinese Democracy. It was This I Love.

And now I don’t know why
She wouldn’t say goodbye
But then it seems that I
Had seen it in her eyes

And it might not be wise
I’d still have to try
With all the love
I have inside
I can’t deny

I just can’t let it die
Cause her heart’s just like mine
And she holds her pain inside

So if you ask me why
She wouldn’t say goodbye
I know somewhere inside

There is a special light
Still shining bright
And even on the darkest night
She can’t deny

So if she’s somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There’s no one else
Could ever make me feel
I’m so alive
I hoped she’d never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I’ve searched the universe
And found myself
Within’ her eyes

No matter how I try
They say it’s all a lie
So what’s the use of my confessions to a crime
Of passions that won’t die
In my heart

So if she’s somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There’s no one else
Could ever make me feel
I’m so alive

I hoped she’d never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I’ve searched the universe
And found myself
Within’ her eyes

In this point of the song the camera had zoomed to Axl’s face and I noticed a couple of tears rolling down his cheek but there was also sorrow on Duff’s and Slash’s faces. She must have really been an important person in their lives, I wondered and just now noticed how wet my but also Amelie’s cheeks were.

So if she’s somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There’s no one else
Could ever make me feel
I’m so alive

I hoped she’d never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I’ve searched the universe
And found myself
Within’ her eyes

So now I don’t know why
She wouldn’t say goodbye
It just might be that I
Had seen it in her eyes
And now it seems that I
Gave up my ghost of pride
I’ll never say goodbye

The band said one more good bye and then people were pushing themselves to get out of the place. When we were finally outside of the concert area thingy and could breathe properly without being stuffed between humans, Leo took a cigarette and put it between his teeth.

”Well don’t come to cry to me when the doctor tells that you have a cancer,” Amelie said and rolled her eyes.

”You want some, Ruby?” Leo asked, totally ignoring Amelie, and offering me one from the packet. I shrugged and took the cigarette.

”Eh, why not.” I lighted it and watched the smoke flying in the chilly air. ”Why wouldn’t we go to a bar or something? It’s only 11 pm anyway. And I need something to drink.”

My friends nodded.

”Sure thing. It’s been a while since the last time I had vodka,” Amelie stated.

”Funny, it was two days ago, drunky,” Leo snorted.

”Well, we’re both apparently destroying our bodies. You your lungs and me my liver,” Amelie grinned and we started walking to the bar.

We were nearly there, when we had to cross a dark alley.

”You know, we could go to some other way. This place gives me chills at night,” Amelie told us.

”Yeah, but it’s the fastest and besides, you just think too much. Nobody’s gonna attack on us tonight. And if someone did, there’s three of us to handle it,” I tried to assure. Amelie just scoffed.

”As if Leo could protect us. He even screams and runs away every time he sees a mouse.” Me and Amelie started to giggle.

”Hey! That’s not fair and especially not true!”

”Sureee, remember last week when –”

”Hey, Ruby, wanna hear what happened to Amelie yesterday?” Leo started.

”No, no! Fine, you’re the manliest man on Earth! You could even fight God!”

I just laughed. I still wondered how they weren’t in a relationship. They would be the perfect couple to be honest.

”Thanks I know I’m quite powerful,” Leo said and did an invisible hair flip thingy because his hair wasn’t long enough. We were in the middle of the alley when we suddenly heard noise somewhere near. We saw a drunk man ahead of us pushing a young woman against the brick wall with his body. The woman tried to yell help but the man shutted her up by putting his hand roughly on her mouth.

”Well aren’t you a pretty lady?” the man said and brushed her long blond hair. She was wearing a purple dress, high heels and a black jacket. We saw already from the distance how afraid she was and without thinking anything, I approached them.

”Hey, asshole! Let the lady go!” I yelled and got his attention.

”Ruby, no, come back! Let’s just leave!” Amelie said and tried to pull me with her but I just pulled away from her grip. The drunk guy stared at me for a moment until let the young woman go. She mouthed us ‘thank you’, took her purse and sprinted quickly away.

”And who might you be? You’re just adorable,” he said and smiled, revealing his dirty yellow teeth. His brown hair was a mess, he probably hadn’t washed it in a week. His clothes looked like he had rolled himself in a mud and his shirt was full of holes. Suddenly he was so close I could smell his breath. Beer. Disgusting.

Without thinking anything, I punched him with all of my force to his face and he whined in pain and held his bleeding nose. I had never punched anybody so hard and it fucking hurt my hand. I tried to run away with Leo and Amelie, but he was too quick and grapped me by my arm, so I kicked him on his man parts. But he managed to push me hard enough me to fall to the wet and hard ground.

”Ruby!” Leo shouted and tried to help me up and get me away but suddenly I felt horrible pain on my stomach. I saw blood on my t-shirt and saw a bloody knife falling to the ground. The man just stared in front of me a shocked expression on his face.

”Shit. Oh shit,” he murmured before he turned on his heels and run quickly away. Leo got a hold of me before I could collapse.

”Ruby! Ruby, no!” Amelie yelled and felt tears immediately stream from her eyes, as did also Leo.

”Fucking bastard! No, Ruby. Stay with us,” Leo said with shaky voice. ”For fuck’s sake, Amelie, call help! Now!”

Amelie’s hands were shaking and she barely got dialed the right number on her phone and told ambulance to come here immediately. Leo kneeled on the ground and held me in his arms. He pressed my stomach on the spot where the asshole had stabbed me, trying to stop the bleeding but with a bad success.

”The help is on its way, don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Leo said crying. He had stabbed me badly, very badly. I was sure I wouldn’t make it alive back home today. A tear rolled down my pale cheek.

”I-I love you guys,” I whispered. ”I really love you two.”

”No, no don’t say that!” Amelie said. She had also kneeled next to me and cupped my face between her hands. ”They’re here in any second, okay?”

But then I saw nothing but black and the familiar voices of my friends faded away.

The next time I woke up, I realized I wasn’t at home nor a hospital. I was sure I hadn’t been there before, it even smelled strange. I was laying in someone’s bed and when I tried to get up I still felt pain in my stomach but not as bad as before and a shockingly familiar figure came from the door and smiled when he saw I was finally awake.

”Oh, great! You’re finally awake!” he said.

I stared at him with wide eyes and he was just about to say something when I got up very quickly and basically screamed the words out of me.

”Where the fuck am I?! Who– what–?!”

”Woah, calm down. I won’t hurt you.” He held his hands up as if defeated and kept a short pause. ”My name is Axl Rose and we just want to help you.”

Pavel’s Summer ☼

summer jam

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland

 summer as a kid

Summer is escaping the city.

Saint Petersburg is beautiful but seems to expand in Summer with people getting out of their houses and into the streets, the parks, enjoying the sun after a winter of ice and snow. But with the Neva flowing right through the city it’s humid and sweaty and with many old-fashioned cars and motorcycles still roaming the streets it’s like a blanket settles over the city in Summer.

So Mama packs their clothes and Papa prepares the car and on a humid Sunday morning they stuff Pavel, Nikolai and the dog in the small backseat of the car and leave the city.

They drive along the shores of lake Ladoga up to their families’ shared cabin. It’s cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and it’s a tight fit and not less busy than the city at all.

But the kids run amok in the woods, go swimming in the lake and even Pavel puts his books down to join in the fun. And at night the adults sit and murmur on the deck with drinks in their hands while the kids stick marshmallows into the fire and try to shove more of them into their mouths than the previous person did and it becomes a mess. But then they just take a plunge in the lake again and as they sit shivering slightly in front of the fire with blankets wrapped around their shoulders because the water is not that warm, they look up to the sky and listen as Pavel tells them all about stars and constellations.

 summer as a teenager at the Academy

Summer starts lonely.

San Francisco is nothing like home, the Americans are nothing like what he’s used to and at the Academy he doesn’t fit in anywhere.

He’s too smart, he’s too young and so he is alone.

He finds solace in his PADD’s, books, playing games and studying hard.

Then one day he sees a call for a running partner on the Academy’s message board.

He’s always been fond of running and he signs up straight away.

Amelie is a relatively young cadet, although she’s still six years Pavel’s senior. But she doesn’t ask how young he is when she first sees him. Instead she raises an eyebrow and asks: “Can you run?”

“Da,” Pavel grins and that’s that.

Amelie takes him to the forest behind the Academy grounds and he finds out that it’s perfect for trail running.

It’s shade through the leaves of the trees, the soft breeze through his hair and the steady thump-thump-thump of running-shoes against the dirt paths.

It’s gulping down cold water during a short break, the sun beaming down on the clearing where they’re sitting in the green grass that smells like summer and it’s been a while but Pavel is having fun.

Even more when he finds out Amelie is just as fascinated by historical science-fiction as he is because it is mind-blowing to see where people in the twenty-first century thought the future would go.

And Pavel doesn’t have a lot of friends, but Amelie definitely becomes one of them.

At the end of Summer, Mama, Papa and Nikolai visit.

They’re over for four weeks and it’s fun and he’s so proud showing them around his new school, his new home. They explore San Fran, the nature surrounding San Fran and he hasn’t realized how much he’s missed his language, his culture, his family until the moment that he’s surrounded with it.

They find a little Russian restaurant, tucked away in a side-street with wobbling chairs and plaques with Russian proverbs hanging on the wall. They’re greeted with wide, open arms, an excited restaurant owner who puts them at the best table and makes sure the vodka flows freely.

Pavel eats and eats so much of the familiar, home-cooked food that he almost bursts.

Later that night when Papa and Mama have gone back to their hotel and Pavel and Nikolai lie on Pavel’s bed on their bellies, heads on pillows as they watch an old Russian comedy, Nikolai asks: “Are you happy?”

Pavel thinks about all the things he’s learned, how proud his is of his achievements and of the future he’ll have exploring space and smiles, bright and excited because “yes, yes I am.”

Notes: written for Trek Fest 2017! I’ll do a summer theme for all characters to celebrate both the character and the fact that it’s summer…

So Pavel’s was a bit difficult because basically he’s still so young when he’s at the Academy. He’s seventeen in the first movie which means when he starts the Academy he’s only fifteen… So that’s why I combined the two and I really hope I captured his character correctly in this one!

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anonymous asked:

I don't have any movie recommendations but can you publish the ask w the movie you decide to watch? I'm feeling pretty homesick and down (just started uni) and could also use a pick me up movie rn

hiii love! im so sorry to hear youre homesick :( i hope things get better for you soon (maybe call ur parents or someone back home to talk if youre feeling up to it?) 

here’s a full list of the recs i’ve gotten so far in my inbox, and there’re more in the replies to my original post if u want to check those: 

  • hundred foot journey
  • secret of the keller
  • beauty and the beast
  • pride (2014)
  • amelie poulain
  • flipped
  • hot fuzz
  • kingsman
  • the young and prodigious tv spivet
  • chihiro
  • howls moving castle
  • wolf children
  • finding dory
  • zootopia
  • about time
  • enchanted
  • newsies
  • the little prince
  • the way he looks
  • bonus: freaks and geeks (the tv show)

i think i’m going to end up watching pride or the way he looks, haven’t decided yet, but thought i’d share the full list so i can have it later and so that you can explore any of these that seem interesting to you!!!! and thank you so so much to everyone who messaged me :( love you all a lot x


April is ReadSelfPublished Month!


Reclaiming the Sand / A. Meredith Walters

Black Heart, Red Ruby / Teresa Yea

Chasing the Star Garden / Melanie Karsak

Vain / Fisher Amelie

The Polaris Uprising / Jennifer Ibarra

The Making of Gabriel Davenport / Beverly Lee

Miss Mabel’s School for Girls / Katie Cross

Trick / Natalia Jaster (aka me!)

Making Faces / Amy Harmon

Still Human

Title: Still Human
Relationship: Widowmaker/Tracer “Widowtracer”
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Inspired by @trixdraws comic New Years Eve. Thank you for giving me permission to work off it, I had a lot of fun writing this!


Amelie Lacroix knows she’s nothing more than a weapon now. But after the assassination in King’s Row, she realizes that the Overwatch agent Tracer made her feel human again. Amelie seeks her out again on New Year’s Eve to find out why that is.

“‘I’m not here for them, cherie.’…
‘Then for what?’ Lena asked, her voice beginning to lose its defiance…

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