“Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, And the young men shall utterly fall, But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not faint.” —Desmond Doss, Hacksaw Ridge (2016)
Enter the chilling world of Stephen King’s Castle Rock with the minute-long first look that premiered at New York Comic Con. The Hulu original anthology series will premiere in 2018.
Castle Rock is based in the fictional Maine town of the same name in which several Stephen King works are set, intertwining its characters, themes, and mythologies. I have no idea how they’re going to pull it off, but the teaser certainly looks promising.
From executive producer J.J. Abrams, the psychological horror series is created by Sam Shaw (Manhattan) and Dusty Thomason. André Holland, Melanie Lynskey, Sissy Spacek, Billy Skarsgård, Jane Levy, Scott Glenn, and Terry O'Quinn star.
A psychological-horror series set in the Stephen King multiverse, Castle Rock combines the mythological scale and intimate character storytelling of King’s best-loved works, weaving an epic saga of darkness and light, played out on a few square miles of Maine woodland. The fictional Maine town of Castle Rock has figured prominently in King’s literary career: Cujo, The Dark Half, IT and Needful Things, as well as novella The Body and numerous short stories such as Rita Hayworth and The Shawshank Redemption are either set there or contain references to Castle Rock. Castle Rock is an original suspense/thriller — a first-of-its-kind reimagining that explores the themes and worlds uniting the entire King canon, while brushing up against some of his most iconic and beloved stories.
Hello friends. Today is a lovely day and I’m so happy to be here. Writing fanfiction is something I really enjoy doing. Not only does it help me de-stress, and become a better writer, but I’ve also met some really awesome people. I truly appreciate all of you and I wanted to thank you for being here. Over 100 of you are following me now and I love you all. You’re all beautiful. Enjoy this next chapter of Battered and Bruised. xoxo
Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.
“F/N, you need to let go of me. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you again.” He whipped his head towards you. His furrowed brows and tear stained face broke your heart. He pulled you into a tight hug, trying to take in your smell one last time, so he wouldn’t forget it. You body was heaving with every sob as he held you to his body.
“I love you F/N. I always have and I always will.”
When he let you go, he hurried out of the room and down the hall. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he tried to get away from you, as far as he could. He didn’t want to hurt you. He couldn’t be close to you anymore. He was so afraid of hurting you again, afraid that he actually might kill you.
He stumbled down the hall to the elevator, the tears in his eyes clouding his vision. He heard your wail. He could hear the anguish in your voice and it ripped his already aching heart in half. He leaned up against the wall, furiously pressing the button to go down, like pressing it more was going to make it come faster. As soon as it opened he got in and made sure that it went straight to the garage. He couldn’t let anybody see him this way. When the doors slid closed, and knowing he was completely alone, he sobbed, gripping his hair at the scalp and a scream filled with endless suffering filled the small elevator. He looked into the tile wall, his reflection staring back at him. A monster’s reflection. That was a what he saw. A destroyer of beauty and nothing more. He tried to stifle his cries as the doors opened. He threw on his hood and looked down, making eye contact with no one. When sat down in the car, he punched the steering wheel and yelled, the cries he had been holding in were finally being let out. He couldn’t drive, not like this. So, he sat in the driver’s seat for what was probably a good hour, crying. He loved you, of course he did. But, that’s why he had to do this.
He would have rather lost you like this, knowing that you’re alive and safe, than lose you all together.
No disclaimers today, friends! With that being said, I’m just gonna apologize to my Willy fans for the excess of Auston content. Like I said, it’s essential to the plot (And also extremely self-indulgent)! Also this one’s kind of short, so maybe I’ll post part 8 tomorrow
Also, if y’all missed the announcement, Torn Up is ultimately going to be a Willy story, because I have a new Auston series called Wonder Boy the link to my masterlist is below if you haven’t read it yet!
Warnings: lots of cursing, some sexual innuendo, and an extremely oblivious main character. Enjoy!
I woke up to the sound of off-key singing and the rainfall shower. Looking around, I noticed two things; my phone was not where I had left it on the coffee table, rather it was plugged into a charger about three feet away from the couch, and on the coffee table where my phone had been was a sweater, along with my clothes from the previous day.
Sleepily, I unfolded the sweater; it was obviously Auston’s as it was very large, but the light blue of the wool was quite pretty. I resolved that, if I tucked the front of it into my shorts, the ensemble could be very cute. After checking that the coast was clear, I quickly slipped on both the sweater and my shorts and sat down on the couch to wait for Auston to emerge from the shower.
“Careful, Y/N, or I might make you wear my clothes more often. It’s like you prefer my stuff,” Auston said, walking out of his room fully dressed. From my place on the couch I could smell his cologne, and I wondered vaguely if anyone had told him that expensive aftershave loses its effect when used in excess.
“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I?” I fired back before realizing that I had, in fact, giggled my response. I couldn’t remember having actually giggled in years. I cleared my throat. “Thanks for plugging my phone in, by the way.”
“It was no problem. And there’s mouthwash in the bathroom,” Auston provided, making his way to the couch.
“Are you trying to tell me something, Aus?” I retorted. Auston opened his mouth to answer, but from the look on his face it was evident that he was at a loss. “I’ll be back in a few, tell me where we’re going to breakfast when I do?” I asked, getting up and walking toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but think of William as I glanced at my phone sitting forgotten on the opposite side of the couch.
“There’s witchcraft on your lips!” they’re told. They smile and say “Thank you!” in reply. It’s to them you come should the veil between our world and Other Worlds tears and you become lost in terror. Shadowy roads are their homes as is the scent of dried herbs. They’re the best witches, weaving spells with little effort. They work at animal shelters, taking care of all the animals but showing favor to the dogs, especially black ones. If the power should go out that’s not a problem; flashlights, candles, a fire, take your pick. They watch the seasons turn and know it is Her that is aiding Persephone with the transition from Maiden of Spring to Queen of the Underworld. Should you have a problem, never forget to ask them for help; they never ask for much for aiding others is what they do.
After all, it is their Teacher who knows best both the roads of Fate and Witchcraft.
Michael Bay gave the part of Megatron in Transformers to Hugo Weaving, best known for saying “Mr. Anderson” a lot in the Matrix trilogy. But despite taking on the role of one of the most elite supervillains of the ‘80s, Weaving had very little else to do with the project. He never read the script. He never saw the set. He never met his nemesis, Shia LaBeouf. All of his interactions with Michael Bay happened over Skype. He did the entire thing in two hours in a studio while wearing a T-shirt, and it looked like this.
You are an amazing writer and I love your stories. I was reading one of your crossover prompt responses and couldn't stop wondering about the part you left unanswered. Who do you ship Tim with in the Marvel verse?
Hi babe. Just, okay, soooo. Ah, @yozoraarashi talked to me about the possibility of Tim staying in the MCU at one time (it’s here) so O_O here’s a little something. Ah, it’s terrible and unedited, however, the saving grace is the suit. So, I regret nothing.
The golden R on his chest gleams
wickedly, sharp, in the night, and he
He might be older now, wiser than the
last time he did this, but it’s a
crazy thing how his heart is pounding so hard,
like when he was new to everything and throwing himself off buildings wasn’t second nature.
And standing on the Iron Man platform
of Avenger’s Tower, looking out over this world’s version of New York City, he
gets that incredible feeling all over again—like he’s starting over. Like he
can do things right this time. He’s
got the knowledge, the fight, and the right reasons
to put on the domino, to let the black and yellow hang to his heels, to heft
the bo like it’s an extension of his limb. He still has the same drive
cultivated during his tenure, the need to be part of the Mission—to do
everything he can to make sure the baddies in the world don’t get to hurt other
people, to make sure no other little eight-year-old boys have to watch their
mommies and daddies die.
Robin is going
out there tonight—and he’s bringing a whole lot of please, try me along for the ride.