explosion land

loony-18-moon  asked:

Do you think Varys will die in the explosion of King's Landing? Or what future holds for him in later books?

Probably getting ‘sploded in the Great King’s Landing Kaboom, I’d guess. Varys managed to escape the detonation of the cache of wildfire under the city once, but I don’t think he’ll be as lucky the second time. Varys had subtly encouraged Aerys II’s paranoia in the last years of his reign, but did nothing to stop (or, perhaps more likely, was completely unaware at the time) of the most deadly expression of the king's madness, in the accumulation of the many, many jars of wildfire under the city (and has, apparently, been doing nothing about them since, although it seems wildly unlikely that he has no idea at least of the partial extent of the wildfire). Now, for all his years of careful planning, his smooth assurance that he’s created the perfect king, Varys will find himself caught between the legacy of the Mad King and the coming of his daughter; he who had thought he could move Daenerys as he would to suit Aegon’s needs will find that Daenerys is far from the malleable pawn he had imagined. The whole city, from Aegon VI’s shiny new court to the slums of Flea Bottom, is going up in a sickening green explosion, and Varys the master plotter is going right up with it.

This special weapon is called Splashdown. An Inkling who activates it will jump into into the air and then strike the ground, sending an explosion of ink onto nearby players and surfaces. This special weapon can also be activated mid-Super Jump, creating an explosion of ink upon landing. This technique may be very useful when coming to the aid of a teammate who is under attack.

Don’t touch her

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader

Word count: 1950

warnings: Just fluff!

Originally posted by riverdalebish

(Y/N)’s life wasn’t very complicated. She had nice friends, she was beautiful and had good grades. It was a friday night, what meant part night. She was on her way to a party from a friend with her friend (Y/F/N). The door opened when they arrived, their friend welcoming them.

“(Y/N)! (Y/F/N) Come in!” their friend said. They both hugged her and walked inside the house. The music was already playing loud, and people were dancing enthusiastically. They greeted a few people and walked to the food table, obviously.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” (Y/F/N) asked. (Y/N) grabbed a drink and turned around, looking at the crowd.

“Just have fun I guess” She said laughing.

“Noo you know what I mean!” (Y/F/N) returned laughing too. “I’m talking about boys”

“I don’t know” (Y/N) said, still scanning the crowd. Her eyes landed on Reggie Mantle for a moment, and his eyes found hers. They looked at eachother for one second, but then he looked away. She sighed. (Y/N) knew him from school, but never actually talked him. . They had a few friends in common, so they did knew each other a little bit. But he was popular, and she was just normal. But still she always searched for his eyes in the crowd, without an explainable reason.

“Just go after him, or come dance with me” (Y/F/N) said, she clearly noticed the eye-contact. (Y/N) laughed and followed her friend to the dance floor. She pushed al her thoughts away and focused on swaying her hips on the beat of the music.


Hours later (Y/N) was still on the dancefloor, dancing with her friends. She was exhausted and decided to get a drink to gain more energy. She pushed herself through the crowd and walked to the food table, finding the one and only Chuck there. The moment she saw him she turned around, but he already saw her.

“Hey (Y/N), having fun?” he asked, smirking.

“yeah off course, you?” she answered.

“I’m good” he said. (Y/N) felt the awkwardness and wanted to leave badly.

“I’m going to my friends” she said, and she walked away. She joined her friends again, getting a look from (Y/F/N)

“You okay?” she asked, and she nodded. Wanting to forget about the conversation, she focused on the dancing. The music played loud and there were sweating bodies everywhere. Everyone stood close to each other, so she didn’t really paid attention to who was standing next to her.

In all of a sudden, (Y/N) felt hands on her waist. The person stood behind her so she didn’t know who it was, but she put the hands away. But a few seconds later, the hands grabbed her waist again. She turned around, and saw Chuck. A look full of disgust formed on her face and she pushed him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked. He had a little smirk at his face and scanned her body, what made her even more upset. She was about to tell him he had to keep his dirty little hands to himself, when someone shoved him away. Chuck almost fell but kept his balance, thanks to the person who shoved him. (Y/N) looked, and saw Reggie standing there. A warm feeling formed in her stomach, and she mentally thanked him.

She looked closely at his face, and saw pure hate. Chuck really pissed Reggie off with just touching her, and that made her blush.

“Don’t touch her” he said angry. Chuck looked upset for a minute, but then he started laughing.

“relax dude” he said, “I wasn’t doing anything” . Reggie tensed, and walked up to him for one more time.

“Just- leave her alone. I-I”  he said, and left. (Y/N) stayed behind open-eyed. Chuck looked one more time at her, and then he left too. She turned back to her friends, they all looked worried.

“I’m okay, just dance” she said, and her friends mumbled “okay”.


“Come on people, we’re playing seven minutes in heaven!” (Y/N) heard someone say. People were gathering and sitting in a circle, and (Y/N) sat down too.

“The rules are simple, I’m gonna flip the bottle, and the person it points to goes in the closet with someone we choose” someone explained, and some people cheered. “Here we go” she said, and she spinned the battle. It seemed like the bottle spinned forever, but after seconds it landed on… Reggie. Off course. His friends patted his shoulders and cheered for him, while he put his head in his hands.

“So, who is going with him?” many names were called, until someone yelled “(Y/N)!”

She shook her head, but many people agreed. Someone behind her pushed her up, and a stranger held open the door of the closet. (Y/N) walked into the closet followed by Reggie.

“Start the seven minutes, now!” The stranger said, and she closed the door.

“Well, i expected a bigger closet” (Y/N) thought. They stood very close near each other, She could hear his breath. After a minute she spoke, breaking the silence.

“I never got a chance to say thank you” she said, looking at him, “For what you did” . He looked at her.

“It’s fine” he said, and he looked down at his hands. She sighed. He couldn’t even look at her for more than 2 seconds.

“He is a dick” she said. A little grin escaped his mouth and he looked up at her again.

“He totally is”

“Why did you help me?” she asked, but he stayed quiet. “I don’t know you very well”

“I just-” He sighed, “When I saw him touching you, I couldn’t stand it. He has no right to touch you and he should keep his hands by himself. You are too good for him”

(Y/N) looked at him with an open mouth. Did Reggie Mantle just say that? It couldn’t be.

“Do you really think that?” she asked, a little smile forming on her face.

“I do” he said looking at her. Now she smiled broadly.

“Thank you” she said, while she stept a step closer to him. He looked into her eyes, and then he fell. He fell in love with the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, the way she looked strong but also vulnerable. He had seen her many times, but never really talked to her. And now he regretted that.

He realised this, and laid his hand on her cheek. The other hand went around her neck, and she hold her breath. She felt his breath on her skin, their lips almost brushing. She looked into his wide, dark eyes. And in a matter of moments, his lips were melting with hers, creating an explosion. Her hands landed on his chest, while he was still holding her face softly. The kiss was not rough, or heated, but it was sweat, tender.

They both pulled away slightly, catching their breath. Reggie lowered his hands to her waist and smiled down at her. She grinned, and his eyebrows rose.

“what?” he whispered, since their faces were still close.

“I thought you didn’t like people holding my waist” she whispered back.

“Only if it’s me” he said, a smirk on his face. She lowered her head, now leaning on his chest. She heard his heartbeat, and wished this moment would last forever. But then they heard a knock on the door, and knew the seven minutes were over. She sighed, and let go of his touch. Just before she opened the door, Reggie grabbed her hand. She looked over her shoulder, smiled at him and opened the door. Thankfully, everyone had gone back to dancing, so not more than a few eyes lay on the couple. They walked a few steps, but Reggie pulled (Y/N) to him.

“Do you want to come home with me after this?” he asked, smiling.

“I’d like that” she said, and Reggie rubbed her hand sweetly. But shouts from his friends interrupted their moment, and he let go of her hand. He smiled, but then turned to friends.

(Y/N) brought her fingers to where his breath lingered on her lips, and it felt good.


At the end of the party, while (Y/N) was grabbing her jacket she felt hands on her waist. She turned around and in front of her stood Reggie.

“Hey there” she said.

“Hey” he smiled, “So are you coming?” She nodded.

“Are your friends coming?” she asked, while he searched for his coat.

“No it’s just us” she smiled. they said their goodbye’s and walked outside, holding each other’s hands.


Reggie stepped out of Reggie’s car and he followed her.They walked to the front door, still holding hands, and he opened it. He let her in and she walked through the door, the warmth of the house prickling on her skin. He takes her jacket and she walked in the living room, scanning her surroundings.

“well, this is where I live” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“It’s very nice” she said.

“Do you want to see my room?”

“Off course” she said, and she followed his lead. They walked upstairs and he opened a door, and they went inside. The room was filled with nice furniture, and a very large bed. It was a bit messy, but what else can you expect from a boy’s room.

“I like” she said, and while turning around she got attacked by his lips.

The warm feeling in her stomach rose again and she put her arms around his neck while his went around her waist. He guided her to his bed slowly, their lips still touching. (Y/N)’s back hit the mattress, and Reggie straddled above her.

He slowly broke the kiss, and layed down next to her. He put a bit of her behind her ear and she smiled.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked, now smiling too.

“Nothing, I just never thought i would lay in bed with you in bed one day”

“Well, you were wrong” he said, and kissed her one more time.

“Why did we never talk before?” he whispered creating a little distance between their lips, and she smiled.

“I don’t know” she said.

“Remember (Y/F/N)’s party last year?”

“Yeah off course, it was amazing”

“I wanted to ask you out then, but I didn’t had enough courage.”

“Why? I would’ve said yes!”

“You would?”

“Off course, you dumbass!” and with that said, he kissed her again.

The two talked the whole night. They brought up memories, and laughed about each other’s jokes.

“Hey” he said hours later, and he tilted her chin so she looked at him, “I just wanted you to know that I like you a lot, and I want to be with you” he said. (Y/N) put her hand on his chest and leaned forward, connecting her lips with is.

“Me too” she said, and Reggie pulled her in a kiss one more time. When they pulled away, (Y/N) yawned. Reggie gave her some clothes to sleep in, and she thanked him. She changed in his bathroom and when she got out she got eyes from Reggie.

“That looks good on you” He said, smirking. (Y/N) joined him under his blankets and Reggie turned off the lights. Reggie put his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. He exhaled her scent and lost himself in her embrace. (Y/N) knew from that moment, she would not let him go.

Title: Escape the Night I(Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)


Summary: The team is all invited to Tony’s housewarming dinner party, a 20s themed soiree with a twisted surprise that not even Mr. Stark himself knows about.

Word Count: 2472

A/N: WOOH! This is definitely inspired by Escape the Night on YouTube Red; I love it so much that I had to write something. If you guys like this part, let me know and I’ll totally do a part 2! I hope you enjoy!

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Love You Always

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Steve Trevor x Reader

Request: A Steve Trevor imagine

Summary: Reader is part of the team Steve created to help him and Diana but she doesn’t come in until later. 

Word Count: 2137


They were in Belgium, standing in the trenches in no man’s land. Steve was worried; you still hadn’t shown up yet, you told him that once the job that you were on was over you would meet him where ever he was. The last letter he sent was telling you that they were going to be in Belgium at the Western Front. You both knew that they were going to be halted by the enemy lines for the Allied forces still hadn’t gotten the job done to take them out.

Steve turned around when he heard a bunch of gasps and mumbles fall from the soldiers that were around him. He turned around to see Diana releasing her dark cape to the floor and gearing up to go into the field. He tried to stop her but it was no use, Diana was quite determined to get across.

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Can’t Be Tamed: Part ONE

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader
AU: Omega verse
Theme: Combining Medieval AU and Royal AU

Trigger Warning (Just in case, if anyone gets trigger)

!Read With Caution!


The birds chirping happily in the high trees. The high trees shadowing over a small cottage which they purchased together when their relationship got deeper and serious.

Both of them wanted to be isolated from everyone else, where no one would bother them, nor journalists finding out about their relationship.

Despite they are supposed to enemies since their families strongly dislike each other for years.

However, they didn’t let that stop them from becoming friends to lovers over the years.

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Headcanon #15

Bruce buys abandoned buildings for Joker to blow up since he’s promised Bruce that he wouldn’t do it without his permission. Right after the explosion, Bruce uses the land to build charities, shelters and soup kitchens for the homeless and needy.

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Dragontooth & Green Parrot

Two rather similar anti-personnel mines, the BLU-43 Dragontooth is the American model, while the PFM-1 Green Parrot is the Russian version. The explosive charge is rather minimal, designed mostly to maim and wound ground forces or disable soft skinned vehicle tires.

Once the mine is armed any outward pressure will set it off, making it impossible to disarm. The Dragontooth was used covertly in Vietnam for classified operations, however, the Green Parrot was used in Afghanistan by the Soviets. Due to its curious shape, many Afghan children thought they were toys, picking up the mine and playing with them, resulting in lost limbs.

Among a Crowd of Faces

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[Read at AO3.]


Summary: she glanced at the monster before her; his eyes pierced knives into her soul, made her terrified and lost in that sea of endless red and brutality, his wounds all but invisible– yet she had never seen a being so beautiful, so inviting. It didn’t take much more for her to fall, too.

Rating: T because it’s Bakugou and BNHA. Non AU. 

Word count: *drum roll* 21,181 words. Sweet kacchako hell, everyone goodbye. Don’t feel intimidated though, it’s easy to read (I think)

Author’s note: LOOK AT THIS MESS GUYS IT’S KINDA decent? Like for it being my first try it’s pretty damn decent. I’m a usual fanfic writer but this people’s dynamic is so unique and working with Bakugou is so delightful! I’ll definitely write more about him because he’s an awesome character and making him develop is all kinds of fun. Forgive me if there are any mistakes tho, I’m new here so I’m not used to his character.

Credit to @kacchanswife because this baby deserves love and kindness and a starshower? @liltootbrush is also so beautiful and adorkableAlso the countless dorks who commented on my tag dumpster because this fandom is so cute, supportive and awesome and I love it. I’LL GIVE MORE CREDIT LATER, I’m sunburnt but I’m crying and feeling all the butterfly shit in my stomach. I fear this may not live to the hype and the support GUYS FORGIVE M EEEE

Warnings: I could’ve gone with a single fic because this could be focused so much more but in the end I did the whole thing. And my ability to write fighting scenes is cringy as fuck, cope if you can cope. All advice is welcome! And please do realize that I’ll write a shit ton more of these. So, uh, beware. My writing’s not the best but I did my best and my first <3

I just hope Mic. Word hasn’t munched nothing of this fic or left words out.

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Eye of the Hurricane

Pairing: Fred X Reader

Prompt: You’re a Slytherin just trying to get by with all the crazy nonsense happening around Hogwarts lately. All you wanted was some peace and quiet so you could finally pass Transfiguration. Unfortunately for you, Fred Weasley has decided that you are to be his new friend. Just great.

Warnings: None

A/N: Cute prompt idea! Hoping to really buckle down on writing these days. Plus this one is pretty long, and I’m quite proud. Feedback always appreciated!

Originally posted by livingstills

The lake at Hogwarts was a very peaceful place. You often liked to go there just to escape all the chaos and noise from regular Hogwarts. These days, it felt like no one in this school cared about their grades anymore. It was all Potter this and Malfoy that. Especially in the Slytherin Dungeons. Which was why you decided to pick this spot exactly to resume your Transfiguration studies. Unlike most others in your house, you somewhat respected Professor McGonagall and did not want to be on her bad side.

You were sat beneath a large birch tree looking out onto the clear waters. You were shaded just right so that the sun wasn’t in your eyes, but the reflections from the water provided the perfect amount of light to study your textbook. The occasional gurgles from underwater (probably from the giant squid moving about) made for excellent white noise.

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“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

an intmacy on ao3

Three years after the explosion that landed her at Holby City Hospital on a back board, Bernie Wolfe is divorced, estranged from her children, and working more hours than she probably should be as the head of AAU. When she needs a date for a very important (read mandatory) party, she remembers something Ric Griffin once said about a woman he hired to attend a school reunion with him. She figures it’s worth making the phone call, at the least.

ahhhh yes another au no one asked for! this time with escorts because like why would i not take one throw away comment in self control and spin it into an entire world???

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fem!reader where youve been with the junkers forver (polyroadrat) and when yall join overwatch you're used to wearing tiny short cutoffs and just a thin wrap or crop top like thing and 76 has to have a 'chat' with you bc luico, mccree and others are getting distracted?

((So anon, you don’t know how happy I was when I got this because this is pretty much my HC for my OC Ava. None of the Junkers really worry about modesty, they ain’t used to the ‘normal world’ yet so this was suuuuper fun to write!!))

“Y/N?”

You froze mid-step, turning around curiously before grinning wide as your eyes landed on the vigilante Soldier: 76. You bounced on the balls of your feet slightly before walking towards the older man and cocking your head to the side. He had his mask on but it looked like the tip of his ears were slightly pink, straightening his jacket in a fidgeting motion. Head tilting to the other side, brow cocking up you continued to examine him before he cleared his throat.

“Oh sorry Soldier”, you exclaimed with a slight jump, eyes jumping back up to his mask-covered face. Rocking on your feet you gave a soft admonishing giggle for yourself before again tilting your head. “How can I help ya?”

“Y/N”, he started, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at you through the mask. He still fidgeted slightly, an uncomfortable gesture that you had seen before. “I would like to talk to you about your–choice in outfits.”

Straight and to the point, as was the vigilante’s way. Looking down at your outfit, your brow furrowed in confusion. You didn’t understand what was wrong with your outfit, you had even worn extra layers today! It was summer in Gibraltar, the little island balmy, warm and comfortable. The proximity to the ocean made it way more tolerable than the sweltering heat you had grown used to growing up in the irradiated Australian Outback so you had more than enough clothing for the weather. Today you were dressed in a pair of light, sun-faded cutoff jean shorts that ended just below your ass. You and Mako had sewn patches into it, one of a pig, another one of Jamie’s smiley faces and a neon pink pachimari. Your top was a heart covered shiny pink scarf that Mako had helped you make into a crop halter top, your smaller chest easily bound and covered by the material. Underneath you wore a baby blue bikini top, just as extra support and in case you decided to go to the beach like you had several times that week. You had two mismatched knee high socks on, one blue and red horizontal stripes, the other green and purple tie dye, both tucked into the orange sneakers Lena had given you as a gift. You spun around, looking at your outfit, legitimate confusion on your face as you turned to look back up at old man.

“What’s wrong with my clothes”, you asked incredulously, motioning up and down at your outfit.

“That’s not the problem”, Soldier answered, obviously exasperated as he pointed at your shorts and the fact that most of your torso was uncovered. “I’ve gotten several concerned comments from other agents. The revealing nature of your outfits are–distracting. ”

“But I even wore socks today”, you exclaimed, pointing at you socks for emphasis. You didn’t understand, your hand running your thick hair confusedly, scratching at your scalp. “What’s revealin’ about any of this?”

Back in Oz, what you were wearing would be considered damn near formal, covered skin being looked at as a sign of mourning and grief. There was practically no protection from the sun on the continent after the Omnium explosion, leaving the land ridiculously hot and painfully dry. While skin did require protection, usually in the form of several layers of mud or dirt as a protective barrier, wearing too many layers of clothes was practically out of the question. It would cause most to break out in heat rashes or drop from heat stroke. So most Junkers preferred to wear as few layers as possible; Jamie and Mako going completely shirtless, you wearing things that left most of your legs and torso bare. It was uncomfortable for any of you to wear more because all of you had grown used to the Junker way of living and clothing yourselves. Plus you were so particular about what touched your skin, strongly disliking the confined feel that some fabrics gave you. Winter and fall and really cool days were the only exception to any of the rules, and today definitely wasn’t a cool day.

“Look”, Soldier sighed and it just seemed more and more obvious that the man didn’t actually want to be having this conversation. He dragged a hand over his masked face, sighing once more before continuing. “You’re not an agent. I don’t have any authority over you and quite frankly I don’t care. I just thought I’d bring it to your attention.”

With that he did a sharp about face and walked off, your bewildered expression lost to the soldier. Throwing your arms up in the air, a bit of agitation slipped out as you stomped your foot and yelled at the back of the man.

“Tell them the next time they have an issue they can tell me to my face!”

Some of Jamie’s spitfire slipped out but its intensity was minimized by your sweet, awkward voice. Soldier paused for a second before you swore you saw his shoulder shake in laughter, throwing a thumbs up before continuing down the hall in the opposite direction.

Come Back To Me Pt 2

Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary: Y/N and her team are sent to Scarif in the place of Cassian, her boyfriend, and his team to retrieve the Death Star plans. The plans are successfully transmitted, but things go awry in the end and Y/N ends up with a lost memory. Will she make it back to Cassian?  

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, panic attack, cursing

A/N: Sorry for posting so late, had two tests to study for and my soul decided to leave my body for these last few days. Enjoy!

I do not own anything!!!

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Originally posted by queenis

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From Producer Ann Marie Baldonado:

Terry always says it’s difficult to pick favorite interviews, and I totally agree.  I can’t even remember the interview I worked on this week or what we have booked for next week (That’s a slight exaggeration.  This week I worked on Jill Soloway.  Next week it’s Hasan Minaj.)  Still, I will try to point out a few interviews that I will always remember when forced to go through my mental archives.

David Rakoff 
A lot of public radio listeners will remember the late David Rakoff from his work on This American Life.  In 2001, he talked to Terry about his acting career, and being frustrated by the roles that were offered to him.  He said they would fall under two categories – “Jew-y McHebrew’ or ‘Fudgy McPacker.’  He did dramatic/hysterical renditions of the lines he remembered.  He was so funny, and elicited the much sought after Terry “snort.”  Now, I have laughed a lot while logging interviews on Fresh Air, but during this one, I had to stop logging because I was crying from laughing so hard.  Fresh Air replayed this part of the interview when Rakoff passed away too soon in 2012.

Thelma Schoonmaker 
I first stated booking film, TV, and theater interviews for Terry in the spring of 2005, so this is an early one.  Schoonmaker is the film editor who has worked with Martin Scorsese for over 40 years.  She has edited all of his films since Raging Bull in 1980.  She’s just this wonderful, thoughtful artist who works behind the scenes, plugging away, making great films.  Terry’s interview with her was one smart lady who loves movies talking to another smart lady who loves movies.

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Mike Mills

I have loved booking directors, actors, and comedians early in their careers and watching their bodies of work grow.  People like Lena Dunham, Flight of the Conchords, and Hari Kondobolu come to mind. I have loved booking interviews with director Mike Mills over the years. We booked him after his first film Thumbsucker in 2005, then for his movies Beginners and 20th Century Women.  He is the ideal guest: open, smart, self-deprecatingly funny, and talks so well about how his work connects to his life, a favorite Fresh Air theme.  I feel their conversations about his films, that in reality are like love letters to his parents, end up leading to larger conversations between Terry and Mike,  about their parents who they have lost.

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Aziz Ansari and Alan Yang
This one is a little more current.  I am not alone in this but one of my favorite recent TV shows has to be Master of None.   Some of the episodes from that first season (Parents and Indians on TV) live on my list of favorite episodes of TV ever.  I loved hearing friends Aziz and Alan talk about their own lives and how they incorporated their experiences into the show.  Everyone loves Aziz; I am glad we were able to have Alan on too.  We should forever thank them not just for this show, but for their work on Parks and Recreation.  And this is just one of the interviews that covered these great, really personal shows based on the lives of a great comedian, sort of the antecedents of Louie.  I am glad in the last few years, we have featured interviews with people like Aziz and Alan, Donald Glover, Issa Rae, and Rachel Bloom.

Sacha Baron Cohen 
I am proud of booking this one.  Up until this point, Sacha Baron Cohen was very committed to staying in character as Borat while doing all the promotion of his movie.  We were so happy that he agreed to do Fresh Air as himself, thus revealing that he was this accessible, intelligent guy.  He was quick to slip into his Borat voice though.  We love when guests slip into their characters’ voices.

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Greg Marinovich and Joao Silva
It was a round about way to book an interview.  The movie The Bang Bang Club, starring Taylor Kitsch and Ryan Phillippe, told the story of a group of war photographers in South Africa during Apartheid.  We used the movie as an excuse to book an interview with Marinovich and Silva, two of the real photographers who inspired the film.  Both of them had lost dear friends to the work.  And both of them had been injured while trying to visually capture combat situations.  In fact,  Silva was recording his part of the interview from Walter Reed Army Medical Center; he had lost both of his legs in a land mine explosion in Afghanistan and was still recovering.  At one point, a nurse comes in to talk to Silva.  It was such a rare radio moment that we decided to leave it in the interview.  Terry has spoken to many war correspondents and photographers over the years. These interviews are inevitably harrowing, tragic, thoughtful, and moving.

Ann Marie Baldonado, Fresh Air producer 

PS. Ann Marie sometimes does interviews. Her latest was with SNL’s Sasheer Zamata.

Shy Badass

Request: Hi! I love your writing and saw that you light beee some requests? Obviously you can refuse this one but maybe you could do a very shy reader X Clint (he never gets enough love) and he and her are partnered up on a mission and he’s surprised at how badass she is? I don’t know obviously it’s up to you, I love your writing by the way

A/N: And I love you!

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 1122

Short Imagine #99

Title: Shy Badass

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

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