book of ages 30

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By Brent Lang

Spider-Man has become the Hamlet for comic book movie stars. Every actor under the age of 30 wants to put their stamp on the role.

Now it’s Tom Holland’s turn to pull on Spider-Man’s tight-fitting trunks, following in the footsteps of Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield. After a showy supporting turn in last year’s “Captain America: Civil War,” Holland swings onto center stage with this summer’s “Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

soulmate au prompt 28

Requested by @cagley12

Pairing - Newt x Reader

Prompt 28 - the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates

A/N: This takes place in 1927, a year after the movie takes place, after Newt’s book has been published. Newt is 30 years of age and the reader is 24, simply for timeline purposes.



You were very happy with your life and the way things were going. You had just managed to land a job in the Ministry of Magic, you had gotten a nice flat in downtown London, and you were excited to finally be living the life you’d envisioned since your last year at Hogwarts. There was just one thing missing from your perfect world and that was your soulmate. You hadn’t really cared much about it while you were in school, it was rare that anyone there had already found their soulmate. However, it had been 8 years since your graduation and most of your friends had already discovered their soulmates. Needless to say, you were getting impatient. 

There were certain circumstances surrounding the ability to find your partner; it only worked if you were both on land. The red string could point you in the direction you were supposed to go, but the minute you boarded a boat, you were on your own. It made things particularly difficult for soulmates who lived on opposite side of the world.

You yourself weren’t able to see the red string, but you hoped that maybe one day it would just randomly appear, like it did for some people. Your aunt had hers appear randomly one day when her now-husband entered the same cafe as her. But it was very rare that someone obtained the ability to see it rather than being born being able to see it. One of your friends who had already found their soulmate reminded you that maybe only one of you had the ability to see the red string and that maybe you just had to wait. There were cases of that happening, and you hoped that maybe that was why it was taking so long.

“Oh, maybe he lives across the world! And he’s been going from continent to continent trying to find you! Wouldn’t that be romantic?” One of your coworkers gushed to you one day. One of the women in your department had recently found her soulmate, which had sparked up a conversation about who had and hadn’t found theirs yet. The couple were quite controversial, both of them being women, but in your opinion, it didn’t really matter what their gender was as long as they were meant to be together. “I mean, that would be nice, but there’s only so many places he can go before he would eventually come here. I’m not even that worried about it, honestly,” that was a lie, “I’m just going to focus on what I have right in front of me and if he finds me, he finds me.” Shrugging, you went back to the paperwork you were supposed to be filling out, only half listening to the conversation as they moved on from talking about soulmates and began talking about some author who had just returned on a world-wide trip to write a book about magical creatures.

Eventually, as you always did, you became hyper-focused on the work in front of you. You had a lot more paperwork than usual, not that you could complain because you chose to take on the extra project in order to score some points with your boss, but you knew that if you didn’t get it done at a faster pace, you were going to be working on it all night. However, because you were so intensely focused on your work, you didn’t notice the growing commotion around you.

Newt had never been especially concerned about the red line he always saw. His parents had explained what it was when he had inquired about it, and he was curious as to who it would lead him to, but his first love and concern was always animals, and he knew that if the person at the end of the string truly was meant to be perfect for him, then they would understand. He decided to focus on his passion, and when the opportunity to create this manuscript arose, he gladly took it. The only times he ever really paid attention to his red string was when he met Leta during his years at Hogwarts, and when he met Tina. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to both of them, but the red string that determined his destiny didn’t seem to lead to either of them. Sure, it was disappointing, but he knew that he would find the person he was meant to be with, and they would be everything he needed in a partner.

Newt learned to ignore the red string as he traveled the world, he knew by the direction it led to that his soulmate was in England, and so he didn’t worry about trying to find them. He planned to search for them when he got home and his book was published. He just wasn’t expecting to find them so soon.

The minute he walked into the doors of the Ministry, the air felt different than it had when he had left. They were there. They were inside this building, and he could meet them if he wanted to. His curiosity took over and he ignored the greetings of the people he passed, only focusing on the string in front of him. He was so focused in fact, it took him a minute to process that it had stopped directly in front of your desk.

Your coworkers began quietly talking among themselves at the sight of the attractive man with wild curls standing in front of you. Newt cleared his throat and you slowly tore your eyes away from the document you were reading to meet his. As soon as your eyes met, you knew. This was him, there was no doubt in your mind. The minute you saw him it clicked. “Pardon me, I can see that you’re very busy, but I think… Well I was led here, you see, by a string. A red one. And because of this, I believe that you are my soulmate.” You’d never heard his voice before this moment, but it was as familiar to you as your own. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face as you looked up at him from your seat. “Well it’s about time you got here,” you teased. He gave you a smile of his own, and it felt like you were home.



A/N: Lol I’m really bad at endings, but I think this concept it really cute so I hope you enjoy!

so given the way comic book characters don’t age in real time, in like 30 years we’re going to have a Bruce Wayne who was presumably a kid during the height of thr Pokemon Go craze. like it won’t even be a joke the way comically serious adult Bruce interacting with Pokemon Go would be, it will just be a logical assumption to make. whoever’s writing Bats in like 2046 is probably going to say he was distracted by a Zubat while his parents were getting shot or something.


Name: Pigeon Amell

Meaning of Name: N/A

Title: Warden-Commander | King of Ferelden

Nicknames: Pidge

Gender: Trans man

Race / Species: Human

Nationality: Orlesian | Fereldan

Religion: Andrastian faith

Family / House: House Amell

Role: Grey Warden | Warden-Commander | King of Ferelden

Class: Mage (Blood | Healer )

Education: Circle Tower

Memory: Decent

Savvies: Magic | Art | Singing | Healing magic | Physical affection

Ineptities: Patience | Being alone | Sitting still 

Appearance:
Height: 165cm | 5′6 
Skin Colour: Pale
Face Shape: Sharp cheekbones | Sharp chin | Thin face
Build: Thin
Hair: Black | Long pony tail
Eyes: Blue
Scars & Marks: N/A
Piercings, Tattoos & Others: Ears | No tattoos
Posture: Slouches slightly
Scent: Old books | Magic | Flowers
Voice: N/A
Make up: Eyeliner
Age guestimations: ~20-30
Clothing Style: Mage robes | comfortable shoes 

Age: Origins: 19 | Inquisition: 29

Place of Birth: Orlais

Manner of Birth: Easy | No problems

Languages: Common tongue | Orlesian (French)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Crush or Partner: Alistair Theirin

Ex-Relationships: None

Sex Life: Isn’t all that into sex, rarely does it unless he’s /really/ feeling it.

Background: Pigeon was born into noble house Amell. His mother wanted to raise the perfect daughter, marry her off to another noble, and that is how they would live. Happy or no. Pigeon did not enjoy this, and did everything he could to avoid every noble gathering his mother threw in order to find him a spouse. He also hated the fact that no matter what he did he could not force himself to feel female at all, he always had this burning feeling each and every time he heard himself referred to as she. At the age of 10 all his mother’s plans changed when her ‘daughter’ started showing signs of magic. She sent for the Templars immediately. With many tears and screaming she watched as he was being taking by the templars to the circle tower, never to speak to him again. In the tower Pigeon finally felt.. okay, and finally was able to start transitioning himself into the body he longed for. Magic helped deepen his voice and helped with the growth of facial hair. First Enchanter Irving helped the boy feel more and more comfortable, until he was finally happy with the process he made.

Transportation: Foot

Out of 20: (Out of 20, how good or how much do they handle in MOST cases?:)
Empathy:  14 / 20
Creativity: 15 / 20
Open Minded: 17 / 20
Passion: 19 / 20
Motivation: 19 / 20
Stamina: 10 / 20
Initiative: 10 / 20
Restraint: 15 / 20
Teamwork: 19 / 20
Dominance: 7 / 20
Confidence: 7 / 20
Energy: 19 / 20
Patient: 1 / 20

Sleeping Patterns: Poor | Gets frequent nightmares | Still sleeps hours a day

Habits: Zoning out | Sleeping far too much | Bites his finger nails | Running his hands through his hair

Personality: Stubborn | Caring | Friendly | Impatient | Merciful | Very loving

Family:
Father:  Damion Amell
Mother: Revka Amell

Pets:
Animal:
 A pigeon named Turnip

Worries: His husband dying before him | His friends dying | Being alone | Templars 

Instigators: Mistreatment of other mages | Templars | 

Soothers: HIs partner | His sister (Nia) | Playing with magic in his hands

Vices & Coping Methods: Crying | Screaming | 

Regrets: Not managing to keep Lily away from the Aeonar | Not killing the Architect | Letting Jowan free

Failures: N/a

Discriminations and Prejudices: Templars

Delusions: All his friends are going to leave him and forget about him | No one actually loves him they’re just pretending

Desires & Wishes: Mages having actual rights | Mages being free

Pastimes & Passions: Drawing | Singing | Reading | Magic

Dislikes: Rain | Snow | If it’s very hot outside | Dogs | Small rocks 

Time of Day: Morning

Color: Yellow

Excuse: “Oh.. I’m so sorry did I do that?”

Flavour: Sweet | Savoury

Number: 10

Quote: “We got this! There’s no way we’re gonna lose.”

Season: Spring | Autumn 

Swears: Shit | Merde 

Strengths/immunities: Can handle a lot stress on his mental state

Weaknesses/disadvantages: Very low pain tolerance 

Lures: Any child in trouble | A mage in trouble

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous 

Weapons: Hands | Staff

Fears: Being forgotten | Being alone | His friends dying before him | Everyone leaving him

What is the worst dream / nightmare they had: Everyone died and he was left all by himself

If they were given a blank piece of paper and a pencil, what would they do: Draw a nice sketch of his partner | Scribble | flowers

Favorite kind of weather: Sunny 

So I am about to turn 30 in a few months..and it is no secret that I am freaking out. While surfing the web I came across this book called “Book of Ages 30” it is on its way from Amazon AS I TYPE..Hopefully it will help me cope with my psychosis.

“This year about four million people in the United States will turn 30. If you’re one of them, the bad news is that you’re older than 42 percent of Americans. You’ve already lost 10 percent of your muscle mass. And, on average, you’re almost $20,000 in debt. But don’t despair. At 30, Harrison Ford was working as a carpenter, and neither Oprah nor Jane Austen had found fame. Edvard Munch’s famous painting The Scream? Created at 30. And, most heartening, you’re still gettin’ it on— 2.24 times a week.These are but a few of the factoids, demographic stats, quotes, biographical sketches, and sage and not-so-sage observations in this illustrated celebration of this landmark birthday and the decade that follows. Featuring everything you ever wanted to know about your 30s— and a few things you probably didn’t— Book of Ages 30 offers a chance to reflect on past accomplishments, look ahead to future successes, and completely freak out — all at the same time”