You're fics are excellent. If you will, I'm prompting forever classic 30. "It's not what it looks like" + kabby
Thank you, my dear!
30. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Abby wasn’t caught off guard often. She was a generally steady person and capable of keeping her cool. “Unflappable,” Jake had once called her.
Of course, Clarke had the (not unexpected) ability to unsettle her, but for the most part she was the only one.
Then, one sunny summer day on Earth, Abby stepped into medical and found Marcus standing in the middle of the room with his shirt off while Jackson groped his pectorals.
“They feel fine,” Jackson said.
Abby’s mouth fell open.
Marcus looked up. “Abby!”
Jackson dropped his hands as if he’d been burned. “It’s not what it looks like!”
Abby’s shoulders started to shake.
“Check up,” Marcus stuttered. “It was a check up. I thought …”
“It was a mammogram,” Jackson interrupted, ignoring the way both his and Marcus’s faces flamed.
Abby guffawed. There was no other word for it: the laugh erupted from her, full and indelicate and uncontrollable. She laughed until she couldn’t breathe, until she was wheezing, and she pressed a hand against her chest in an attempt to slow it down.
A very unamused Marcus pulled his shirt back on as Jackson stuttered an excuse and fled.
That only made Abby laugh harder.
“Are … you … okay?” Abby finally managed to pant.
“Fine, thanks,” Marcus groused.
Abby wiped mirthful tears from her eyes. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
Abby’s brows furrowed and her mouth screwed up as she tried to swallow back the fresh bout of laughter that tried to break free.
“Are you done?”
If she opened her mouth only laughter would come out, so Abby simply nodded.
“You’re not going to let me forget this, are you?”
“No, probably not.”
“Mom?” Clarke poked her head in the door. “Is everything okay? I just saw Jackson and …”
melinda may + socks (or may/coulson + socks). yes, socks.
“What are you wearing?” she whispers, leaning into his shoulder in order to get a better look in the dim light.
“Do we have to do this now,” he says, a low note of what she’s pretty sure is mortification entering his voice.
“Are you wearing socks with Captain Roger’s shield on them,” she says, her voice level, the combination of the half-light, and her hair spilling forward over her face as she leans hiding the slight smirk on her lips. He stares at the side of her face accusingly, though, and she knows he can sense it, so she presses further. "Are you really escaping a HYDRA cell in Captain America socks.“
"I didn’t expect them to take my shoes, May,” he says, his voice wry and quiet in the slim space between them. She looks up, still leaning into his shoulder. They’re pressed together in a dark corner, waiting for the guard to pass by. She calculates it’ll be another two minutes - she’d check her watch, but they took that, too.
“Striking fear into our enemies at every step,” she says, meeting his eyes squarely, enjoying the twitch at the corner of his lips, the aggrieved sigh she feels as well as hears.
“They were a gift,” he lies evenly, and she’s well aware that he knows she knows he’s lying, but she lets it pass, for now. Later - well, later is later. Right now she has to get him home.
Instead, she lifts one cool eyebrow, and watches his battle to suppress his smile completely dissolve. "One minute,“ she says, and he nods, and she realizes, distractedly, that she’s still looking at his lips. She turns back to the hall, the heat of his body comforting as they try to press further into the shadows.
"May,” he whispers after a moment, their eyes still focused on the hallway, waiting for the guard. "Don’t tell Hill.“
It is Jemma’s idea to go up in the Bus. Facing their fears head on, she’d said, nodding as if to convince herself that it was a good idea. Coulson’s apprehensive, but Jemma’s undeterred, turning to May.
“May will take us up, won’t she? I’ve been doing some reading, and studies have shown that in cases like these it’s best to —"
May nods, and so they go.
Koenig’s livid. He’s ranting on about how inconspicuous a plane the size of the Bus is and how it compromises their location, how this breaks every protocol in the book. Coulson negotiates, Trip reasons, and May simply stares him down.
Oh that Suits finale. Seriously disappointed too. Just from where all this Scottie business came up. Whole season was Donna/Harvey set up and last two episodes everything goes back.
Man do I feel you. I’m still wrapping my head around it because there was so little Donna I’m struggling to make sense of how we got from point A to point B in the episode.
I think, possibly, it was actually a mistake to put the flashback episode where it was in the season because it immediately made us associate their feelings from 10 years ago to their relationship today. We know logically that right now Donna truly doesn’t believe she’s in love with Harvey, and that he is confused by his feelings for her (and in denial over what they mean), but emotionally it feels like now is the right time for them because we know they had feelings and we’re seeing they have feelings, and we want those two to correlate.
But I think Donna’s feelings of “I could be in a relationship with this man” from 10 years ago aren’t still there now (on the surface). She turned love into loyalty a long time ago - professionally, personally, she does what she does for Harvey because she wants nothing more than for him to succeed and be happy. Does she want him to respect her? To have her back and fight for her? Absolutely. She knows her worth. But she sees Scottie as the person who can get Harvey to be vulnerable, to love, and she wants that for him. I don’t even think it occurs to her that she could be that person. (And let’s be real, she will be that person eventually).
Harvey on the other hand is in very new territory - he’s having to learn to control his ego and pride as a named partner, his personal life and professional life are getting mixed up together (something he always strove to separate), and he’s being forced to acknowledge feelings he doesn’t quite understand. What he felt for Donna 10 years ago has morphed into a relationship he has never had with anyone, ever. And he has that very person telling him that what he’s feeling for people like Zoe and Scottie is love. You can’t really blame the guy for being a little inconsistent.
I just want to know where they’re going with this new plot. How long they’re going to use Scottie. Because if there’s one thing I’m guilty of in my fics, and the show does to horrible measure, it’s that the women are only there to serve the men’s storylines. And both Scottie and Donna deserve better.
I'm currently fighting Word (die in a mighty fire) so I would be nice to see Lix or Randall or both fighting some mundane either kitchen appliance, typewriter etc. You know, when all of world's technology is against you.
[sorry, I didn’t post this last night! But I hope you managed to work the *brilliance that is Word :D AU, hope I didn’t deviate from the prompt too much! :)]
It can’t be that difficult, he’s watched her do it at least a hundred times, with a proficiency he could only dream of and the baby always seems to be more corporative as well. She has taken to rolling around on the blanket just as he’s got the cloth in position and stares up at him as he lets out a frustrated sigh, the blue of her eyes bright and challenging him.
“Please, darling,” he tries, keeping his tone low, leaning forward, she begins to paw his face happily, “I know your Mama’s better at this but we have to muddle through while she’s sleeping.”
This does not achieve the desired affect, indeed, the exact opposite; Sofia stills for a moment before commencing to wail and he puts down the fabric, admitting defeat. He feels hopeless, completely, completely hopeless; Randall Brown, a man who can brave war zones and take bullet wounds in his stride, is incapable of looking after a two month old child for an hour, so Lix can get well deserved some rest. He doesn’t want to wake her but the baby appears to have other ideas, screaming until he hears a cough from the doorway.
“Why is she howling like a banshee?”
Randall turns his head to look at her, slumped against the wall connecting their bedroom to the only other room in their small Paris flat, he smiles apologetically, noticing the heaviness of her eyelids and the shirt of his shrugged on her shoulders, “sorry.”
She rolls her eyes and walks over to the pair, the baby smiling happily upon seeing her mother kneeling down to inspect his handy work, “for God’s sake, Randall, it’s only a nappy,” of course, she completes the task in a matter of seconds and Sofia is as placid as ever, Lix gathering her up into her arms carefully.
“I’m useless,” he mutters finally, “you’re so good with her.”
“I’m her mother.”
“No, but I mean-“
She tilts the child in her arms to look in her eyes properly, to accent each of her words with a kiss, “do you hear that, sweetheart? Your Papa simply cannot do without me, we’ll teach him the ropes, won’t we? And you must try to be a little kinder to him, he’s a bit of a novice at the moment and I know he’s not exactly Prince Charming but he loves you very, very much.”
“I love you, too,” it comes out before he can think, before he process the words and they leave a bitter taste because she studies him too slowly, they both know the response hadn’t been meant for the baby who she now lowers back down onto the quilt, sleeping soundly because getting to her feet and murmuring something about the washing.
She needs more time, he realises, loving is new to her and they need time to practise together, just like he needs to practise changing nappies.
“Didn’t know you liked coffee,” he says as he moves across the room towards her, camera in hand, tie crooked and still covered in the dust and debris from the bombing that had occurred earlier in the afternoon.
“Well, perhaps that’s because you barely know me, Mr. Brown,” the younger woman replied, “you might want to fix your tie before Harris sees you, we all know what he’s like with being tidy.”
The man looks down, looking agitated as he adjusts his tie underneath the pin, not being able to help aligning the camera with the edge of the table as he places it down.
He sits down opposite her, looking curiously at the papers she is so focused on, “what are you working on?”
“Drinking coffee and reading. You, however, don’t seem to be doing anything to aid getting any articles about the current situation to the rest of the world at all,” she snapped, taking a deliberate sip of the steaming black drink.
This sort of interaction between the two was commonplace - having been partnered up for various different research endeavours and stories, the woman had become somewhat sick of spending her time with him, seeing as he was hardly what she would call exciting.
“I think I’ll just-“
“You think you’ll just what?” her voice bites at the question, the woman obviously at the end of her tether as the day reached its end.
“Go. I think I’ll just go,” he replies, picking up his camera with a sigh. Despite his tries, he still wasn’t getting anywhere in making friends with her. Perhaps he never would. But how was he to know?
Twenty years later, the pair sits at the breakfast table in his flat, coffee in front of both of them as the morning light breaks through the blinds, the cold biting as the heating remains broken.
The past few hours have been a blur: their daughter is dead, her colleague-turned-unrelated-son has almost bled to death on the front lawn of Lime Grove Studios and they have had to try to reconcile with each other and fix their broken relationship.
As they sat there, he taps the table repeatedly, before she reaches out to stop him, moving to sit on the chair beside him as she takes his hand in hers, kissing his temple gently as they sit in silence, bitter coffee forgotten as they become lost in their thoughts.
So... The Leftovers? I was on a fence whether to watch it because there's been like 25 versions of 'people went missing/dead and then came back' shows including the original french and was a bit like nooo, not again.
Okay, I have a lot of thoughts, but the first disclaimer I must make is that I didn’t read the book (The Leftovers by Tom Perrotta). I’m not sure if that would have positively or negatively influenced my impression, but it’s possible some of the accolades I give the show are a result of strong source material.
So, the show. Broad strokes premise: It’s 3 years after 2% of the world’s population went missing (known as the “Sudden Departure”), and the story focuses on the people left behind in a small town in New York.
Here is what’s different about it… it is not a mystery. While I’m assuming there are still people in the world trying to figure out what happened—scientists holed up in labs, governments setting up task forces, etc., this story is about the emotional impact the “Sudden Departure” had on the people still left in the world (and, in particular, the people in this town of Mapleton). They never set up the departure as a mystery that is going to be solved, and unlike LOST, they don’t tease you with semi-answers along the way to make you think they will give you an explanation. This is 100% a character study show (MY FAVORITE) and a smart people show. This isn’t something you watch while doing laundry, and it’s not something I believe you’re meant to fully understand intellectually right off the bat either. Like, everyone grab your favorite bottle of wine and come over to my place after you watch because this needs to be discussed.
I do find the first handful of episodes to be weak—I spent a lot of time going “what the hell is going on?” because I was expecting a more traditional style show. But despite the confusion, there’s just some unidentifiable hook that kept me intrigued and willing to give it just one more episode. And then I got to Nora (YOU WILL LOVE HER) and episode 6, and it’s like all the bits and pieces of this story finally start tying together and it picks up speed through to the finale.
What this show does incredibly well is make you feel. It spends most of the time on the dark side of the emotional scale—in sorrow and desperation and trauma, but there are these moments of soaring hope that are incredible, this lingering thin thread of human perseverance that is absolutely b e a u t i f u l to see and feel. The writing is smart, and they cast talented actors that could carry and tell this emotional story. The music score is breathtaking, and the camera work/editing is creative and intimate. Symbolism is everywhere (I’m rewatching the show again and still seeing things I missed the first time), along with oh so many delightful parallels.
So basically, this isn’t like any sort of “people go missing” show I’ve ever seen—mostly because, this isn’t about the people that go missing. And I haven’t felt as emotionally satisfied, or simultaneously drained and exhilarated, at the end of a tv finale as I have with this. I give no promises for S2 (my understanding is the S1 finale ends where the book did, so the show is in uncharted territory next year), but S1 is a complete story and a stunning work of art.
curious about yout “it started out crack but now it’s serious and i regret everything” pairing
Emily Prentiss/Melinda May, which happened because uncontinuous suggested that I would totally be the child of that ship - which I had never considered before - and with the help of eveningsandcoffeespoons I spiralled SO fast. Best. OTP. Ever.
Their bar scenes always kill me because familiarity even after years and ugh feels go away.
I love when they’re aware of a moment between them, aware it’s a moment they’ve had a dozen times before. It’s so easy to fall into old habits, and they recognize they’re not in the same place together anymore, but they still let it happen anyways. So simple interactions are actually much more weighted because they’re aware of what they’re doing - all the time and consequence of what happened to them is allowed to sit outside reality for a very brief period because there’s comfort in being what feels right.
After Captain America: The Winter Soldier movie. I coming back to MARVEL comics. I decide try this new Secret Avengers. Pretty good interesting drawing. About story can’t tell much. I am just on beginning
But this Black Widow and Spider Woman relax reminded me Ivicudus. And her headcanon about Widow and Melinda May.
The thing about your writing is that your characters always feel real and you alway manage to get across their motivation, be it newsroom or the 100 or anything. They might do stupid shit but it will be understandable from their internal reasoning
Oh thank you!!! Considering the bullshit on our screens right now, this means so much to me like omg <3333
I just noticed, he still has his ring on the left hand. Matt Smith as Doctor didn't have did he? Even after River marriage.
Yes but it doesn’t look like just Peter’s own ring .It appears bulkier and it looks like another ring has been attached, with a design on it. Now this could mean it will just be an accessory, but that would seem strange as it’s on the wedding finger, so could there be another wife? Susan’s grandmother? I have no idea. Curious.
rule one: always post the rules
rule two: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
rule three: tag some people and link them to…
i got tagged by ivicudus
questions for me.
1. If you could, what extinct species of animals would you bring back?
well, not dinosaur I saw Jurassic Park. It is not good idea. I chose Tasmanian tiger.
2. Favorite sport you like doing/watching/talking etc. If you don’t have then the one you hate the least.
doing: cycling, hiking. watching: not watching sports often but when i do it is probably hockey. talking: i talk about sports only with one person and even that not much. I am not sport fan like person whom create this question.
3. Favorite trope in fanfic, tv, whatever.
4. Summer or winter that lasts all year long?
definitely summer, I was born in summer I love summer, long days and warm nights. but not tropic 30-40 celsius summer, just around 25 celsius summer that is how I like my summer.
5. What movie have you seen in the cinema most times?
I saw every movie in cinema just once. I have no one, with whom I can go in cinema on one movie repeatedly. :-( or did I had no one?
6. Have you ever punched somebody?
7. You become invisible for one hour. What’s the first thing you do? (Checking out the mirror if you’re really invisible doesn’t count.)
I going listening what my friends say about me. Sorry my friends I am just curious.
8. Show that emotionally ruined you the most?
probably Warehouse 13, fifth season. Or some episode from star trek. And of course The Hour.
9. You can travel to any country you want but you can’t come back. Would you?
if some my friends can go with me or visiting me often why not. I moved to another city because most of my friends was there.
10. tell me one dumb joke
I know many jokes, dumb and normal but right now: Sorry files do not found
1) day or night?
2) can you draw or write, with both of yours hands.
3) how high you ever been. Flight in sky is don’t count.
4) which generation you are? X,Y or millennials.
5) you read comics?
6) met you some from your followers?
7) if no, want?
8) is English your native language?
9) which food is your favorite
10) sci fi or fantasy?
11) movie or music
I still reread your The Hour fic when I get hit by The Hour blues (the fic still makes me cry jsyk, one of my personal top 5) sooooooo... you know where I'm going with this :D Is there a chance you'll visit TH universe sometimes? I mean you def don't have to, just asking. For a friend.
Oh my god. You are so wonderful. <3 I do want to write more fic for The Hour and especially for my babies, Randall and Lix. I have two ideas but they have never been fleshed out enough to start writing. That fic was a true labor of love and it took me like 3 months working on it off and on to finally finish it.