coney island cyclones

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This isn’t payback, is it?

Only now I noticed that Bucky SMILES in the last gif

The first roller coaster in America opened at Coney Island, in Brooklyn, New York. Known as a switchback railway, it was the brainchild of LaMarcus Thompson, traveled approximately six miles per hour and cost a nickel to ride. The new entertainment was an instant success and by the turn of the century there were hundreds of roller coasters around the country. June 16, 1884.
(history.com)

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Today in Pop Culture History
June 26, 1927

Referred to as an “American Legend,” the Cyclone roller coster, opens to the public for the first time at Coney Island. I scream, you scream, we all scream, for death-defying thrills. 

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PROFESSOR MAXIMOFF

Parts: 9/?

Word count: 2.4 K

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish | ANGST | Underage drinking | Alcohol

Notes:

At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.



I close my eyes and let out a scream filled with pain an sorrow when Peter dies in my arms, and then I feel everything freezing, when I open my eyes, I’m running towards Mystique, Peter’s frozen in his place and Psylocke will attack him in the next minute.

I can’t stop shivering, the feeling of holding Peter’s dead body in my arms is still haunting me, was it just a dream? This can’t be happening, this can’t fucking be happening.

Is this one of Psylocke’s mind tricks? My mutation doesn’t work like this.

And then I remember professor Xavier said I had precognition powers too.

Did I just predic Peter’s death? If so, there’s no fucking way I’m letting him die.

I have less than a minute before Psylocke attacks Peter, and I don’t waste any second, I run toward him like I’ve never ran before, pushing Peter onto the floor, facing Psylocke,  and then I feel the worst pain in my life as Psylocke’s energy blade pierces my rib, maybe my lung or stomach, I can feel the blade coming out of my back.


I can see my whole life flashing before my eyes -My childhood, vacations in Mexico, going to church with la abuela, eating pozole on September 15th, my parents hugging me every day before school, Nate and my friends back in Queens, my first day at Xavier’s, Peter stealing my Walkman, Peter singing along with me The Cure’s Lullaby, the Friday nights we spent together eating Twinkies with Vanilla coke, listening to music or just cuddling, Coney Island, the Cyclone, hot dogs by the beach and the pink dinosaur, the pain he caused in my heart when he left the school, becoming best friends with Anne, learning physics with Nightcrawler, seeing Peter after three months and the pain I felt in my heart as he died in my arms,-as fall into someones arms andthe pain finally blurrs my sight, the pain is unbearable, I can hear muffled voices screaming but I can’t understand what they’re saying, I struggle to fill my lungs with air but oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I c-an’t breathe…

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I open my eyes to bright white lights in a bright white ceiling,I can’t recognize where I am although I’m really sure it’s not heaven, maybe it’s the purgatory, I notice a needle in my right hand, IV lines connected to an IV bag that’s hanging from a pole, I can also hear a machine beeping next to me and there’s a cannula attached to my nose, delivering oxygen from a machine on the floor.

I’m in what seems to be a hospital room, that probably means I’m not dead which would probably mean at least a few of the X-Men survived the mission.

I try to sit on the bed but it’s imposible, the left side of my body aches, breathing hurts too, but less, I let out a soft cry and slowly rest my back against the pillow.

As my eyes begin to adjust to the lights, I recognize I’m not in the hospital, I’m in the Xavier’s nursery, I had been there a couple times in the past, mostly to get an aspirin when I got PMS-related headaches but it looks more sophisticated now, filled with machines you could only find in a hospital room.

The door opens and Anne enters carrying a coffee.

“Oh my god Zelda, you’re awake!” She screams, almost dropping her coffee, I offer her a shy smile.

“Hi Anne.” I say but my voice comes out as a whisper.

“Oh my god, let me go get McCoy and Xavier, I’ll be back.” She leaves the coffee on a table with books piled in it, next to a chair, I try my best to read the titles from the distance, To Kill a Mockingbird, Anna Karenina, The Scarlet Letter, Crime and Punishment, those are probably assigntments for Grey’s class.

Then it hits me, for how long have I’ve been gone? I begin to wonder as the professor, McCoy and a man I’ve only seen on tv a few times, in those flashback clips from the news to remember the day Mystique saved the president, it’s Magneto, Peter’s father, enter the room, I suppose Anne went back to our room.

“Zelda, we are glad to have you back.” The professor says, smiling politely.

“Hey thanks, but, how long have I’ve been gone?” I ask, I probably look like I’m going to faint any minute.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been asleep for two weeks, it’s Tuesday.” McCoy says, he has moved next to me and it’s taking notes from the machine that measures my blood pressure.

“Two weeks? Wow, that’s a lot.” I say, but at least I’m alive. “How is Raven? Is she alive?”

“Yes, even though the blades stabbed a great part of her body, they didn’t pierce any vital organ, she’s recovering in her room.” McCoy explains, I’m relieved, she’s alive too.

“I’m glad she’s okay, what about the others? What happened after Psylocke stabbed me?” I ask, sounding kind of desperate.

“You’re not strong enough for having a huge impression Zel, but we all survived, you were the only one who was critically injured, but you’re recovering well.”

“What happened? The last thing I remember is that Psylocke stabbed me.”

“Well, her energy blade pierced your left lung, that kind of wound it’s really delicate but you weren’t stabbed by a normal blade, that’s why it’s been taking too long to heal.”

As Hank explains me what are the consequences on  my body, I can see the professor talking to Magneto in the corner, when Hank finishes talking, they approach the bed.

“Zelda, you may not know him.” Xavier says, “He’s Erik Lehnsherr, and old friend.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I say, smiling shyly, “You’re professor Maximoff’s father.”

“I’m usually not refered to as ‘Peter’s father’, but it’s a nice change.” He smiles, through that smile, I can see why the professor it’s so fond of him, he’s a good person.

“Can I ask why are you here Mr. Lehnsherr?” It’s nice meeting him but I don’t get why is he visiting me.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving Peter’s life.” He says, and he sounds sincere, grateful.

I really hadn’t stopped to think about Peter until now, and it’s a relief knowing he’s at least, alive.

“He’s like a mentor to me, and he’s more useful to the team than me.” I shrugged, wincing a little due to the pain.

“Zelda, there’s no need to be modest, he told me you almost defeated Psylocke by yourself, but you ran to help Raven when she got hurt, that speaks highly of you.”  Magneto smiles again, I don’t get how the  man that killed JFK and the man that is thanking me right now are the same person.

“How is professor Maximoff? Is he okay?”  I ask, not sure of what kind of answer to expect.

“Yes, he’s okay, he went to see his mother but he should be back soon.” So he’s gone, again and guessing for Magneto’s tone, he’s not coming back soon. “I’ll leave today in the afternoon, but it was nice meeting you Miss Ruiz.”

After an awkward good-bye wave with my right hand -the one that’s connected to the IV thingy- Xavier leaves with him leaving me with McCoy, he stays for a while, checking my vital signs, Kitty comes in shorty after and makes McCoy turn around when she changes my bandages -which hurts like hell-, the left side of my chest now has a large stitched wound, that’s going to leave a big scar.

When she’s finished, Hank explains me that I should be fully recovered in the next two weeks, I’ll be able to move back to my room within the next two days, I eat a light meal afterwards, chicken breasts with vegetables some rice and lemonade, hospital food like my mom would say, Anne enters the room when I’m done eating and we talk for a while.

I finally moved back to my room and began to recover slowly, breathing got much easier and I had my stitches removed a week afte, as I had predicted, the wound left a big scar under my left breast, but I was ok with it, I’m the only one that has to see it every day, it’s not a big deal.

The first two weeks after I woke up, I waited patiently for news about Peter, but no one seemed to know more than I did, he was visiting his mother or something like that, but that really hurt me -not the mother part-, but I had saved his fucking live and I didn’t even get a Thank you? Like, really?

Back in classes, I had a lot of homework, I had arrived to Xavier’s in September, in the middle of March I began to worry about college, Iwas a Senior when I left Queens and Xavier’s classes would allow me to graduate in June,I had applied for a few colleges when I lived in Queens, I got into Law School but much to my family’s dissapointment, I didn’t want to be a lawyer, I mean, I respected lawyers but I wasn’t really passionate about practicing law.

In the end, I decided to apply for a major in Fine Arts in an University near Xavier’s, ironically, Anne applied for Law School at the same University, she was planning to move to New York while studying and eventually gong back to the X-Men, but first we needed to get our acceptance letter and that wouldn’t come until mid-April.

April arrived with our acceptance letters, Bobby was getting an Accounting Major, John wanted to draw comic books, Doug had a year left on the School but he wanted to major in International Relations.

I tried to forget about Peter but hell, it was so difficult, the  whole house reminded me of him, his room was locked but I would sneak onto the kitchen at 3 am, hoping to hear him playing bass or Pac Man, it never happened, they say time is supossed to heal you but I missed him, I still loved him.

JULY.

Anne and Bobby are moving out of their appartament next week, we’re packing her stuff and I’m tired of stacking her whole library in boxes, after begging for two hours, they finally decide it’s time to eat, we are all covered in sweat so Bobby goes back to his room to change, we do the same and wait for him in the hallways, he takes longer than us in picking up outfits.

We are sitting in the hallways, still looking sweaty and tired but we’re just going to McDonald’s so I don’t really care, Bobby arrives and we head to his car, I trip with the stairs and before I reach the ground, I feel a familiar sensation as a pair of arms keeps me from stumbling, I’m sure it’s Peter.

“Um, thanks.” I say, unwrapping myself from the embrace, I look at my saviour and I feel my heart stop beating, it’s Peter, it’s fucking Peter, but dammit, he looks terrible, his silver hair is shorter, his eyes look lifeless, his embrace is colder, someone had erased his permament smirk.

“You should watch where you’re going Miss Ruiz.” He replies coldy, I whisper an apology and run to the car, Bobby and Anne stay silent, they saw the awkward interaction, I can see them staring at me with pity from the mirror, they both knew my story with Peter, they both hated him, specially Anne, we couldn’t understand why he never thanked me for saving his life.

“Zel, are you really sure you don’t want to move with us?” Bobby asks, they’ve been making me the same question since they decided to move in together, I want to say yes, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave Xavier’s, the professor was going to allow me to live there while I majored.

“I’ll visit you on weekends guys, and we’ll see each other really often Ann, we can grab lunch together everyday.” I reply, eating my jalapeño-covered fries, I can’t stop thinking about Peter, what is he doing in the school? He hasn’t been there in months.

When we go back to the school it’s late, almost midnight, we went to a bar after McDonalds to grab a beer, I don’t usually drink, I kind of hate it actually but I really couldn’t stop thinking about Peter, I needed to forget him for a while and the beer was there, two beers were enough to blur my mind, Anne got sleepy on the drive home and collapsed in her bed the minute I opened the door to our room.

I grab one of the empty boxes Anne bought to pack her stuff and fill it with everything that reminded me of Peter, the jacket, the Pink Floyd t-shirt, a bunch of records, the pink dinosaur, the stuffed toy is way to big to close the box, I manage to carry it all the way down the stairs to Peter’s room without waking anyone up, I try to leave it outside his door as silently as I can, he’s in there, I can hear him playing Pac Man and tears start to fill my eyes when I remember all the things we went through, dammit alcohol, I hate you for making me so damn sensible.

Apparently I wasn’t silent enough, when I start walking back to my room, the door opens and Peter’s face comes out of the room, our eyes meet for a moment and he speeds next to me.

“Ruiz, it’s past midnight, the younger children are sleeping, what are you doing here?” He asks, I lost him, I finally realize I’ve lost him, he’s not the same Peter I fell in love with, but a part of me wants to wrap my arms around him, breakdown in tears and discover if my Peter is buried deep down that armor. “You smell like alcohol, you can’t drink on campus,you’re not even old enough to drink, what were you thinking?”

“I’m just sick of your bullshit Maximoff, you’re an asshole.” I hear my voice say, but it’s not me, it’s the alcohol talking.

“Asshole?” He looks surprised, but at this point I don’t care.

“You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met Maximoff, I saved your fucking life and you’re not kind enough to thank me, maybe I should go back time and never speak to you, I could spare myself all the suffering of being with you.” My voice cracks and the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“Zelda, I…” He wraps his arms around me and in the blink of an eye, we’re in his room.

Behind the Scenes With ‘Hamilton’ Set Designer David Korins (WSJ):

If there’s a cardinal rule to set design, Mr. Korins said—besides not contributing to accidents during the performance—it’s that the audience be distracted by the set as little as possible.

“The star of that show is the writing,” the set designer said of “Hamilton.” “I take great pride that nobody is talking about the scenery.”

That’s not entirely true, and not just because of his Tony nod. The awards will be handed out on June 12.

At the performance I saw, everything, including the scenery, seemed to elicit applause. Though the set, which takes full advantage of the Richard Rodgers Theatre’s bare brick walls and features more scaffolding than even the average New York City sidewalk, took a minimalist approach to the rendering of American history.

“They didn’t really come to me with any idea,” Mr. Korins said of Hamilton’s creators. “There was a script and music, and we started from there.”

The set designer realized there was no way to depict all the locations of Alexander Hamilton’s eventful life. “It’s a story about this group of people who, not necessarily built the country, but built the scaffolding from which the country is built.”

Hence, lots of rough-hewn wood, coarse ropes and a turntable the actors board more often than the crowds on the Coney Island Cyclone—though so smoothly it’s hardly noticeable.

“It’s really two turntables,” Mr. Korins corrected me. “I couldn’t shake the fact that Aaron Burr’s and Alexander Hamilton’s relationship was a cyclical relationship over the course of their entire lives. I came up with the idea and said, ‘I think there are 10 moments to stage this way.’ They just bought it right away.”

“It’s a huge testament to the design team,” he added.

Among them his own staff that, on the afternoon of my visit, were working on designs for coming productions that looked as intricate as any blueprints for New York City skyscrapers—if skyscrapers were required to dance to music.

However, they were in the service of simplicity. “Part of the job of a designer is to figure out the bare minimum of everything you need,” Mr. Korins said.