julie and amelia

Amelia’s Last Flight

Born on 2 July, 1897, in Atchison, Kansas, Amelia Earhart became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean, earning her the U.S. Distinguished Flying Cross. After visiting a Long Beach airfield and getting a ride in an airplane, Amelia “knew I had to fly,” and fly she certainly did. Shortly after this life changing experience, Amelia saved enough money to take flying lessons from female aviator, Anita Snook. From her first lesson, Amelia immersed herself in everything to do with aviation. She read everything about flying she could get her hands on and spent the majority of her free time at the airfield. 

 In 1921, Amelia finally purchased her own biplane - a second-hand Kinner Airster that she painted yellow and named The Canary. The following year, she flew The Canary to an altitude of 14,000 feet, setting a world record for female pilots. Her next airplane was a yellow Kissel which she named Yellow Peril. Over the forthcoming years, Amelia flew around America as well as Canada. In 1932, Amelia became the first woman to fly solo nonstop across the Atlantic, pushing her into the limelight. Amelia decided she would try to become another first - the first woman to fly around the world. After problems with the propellers during the first attempt, Amelia and her second navigator, Fred Noonan, set off once again in June of 1937, flying to South America, Africa, Asia and Lae, New Guinea. 

Amelia and Fred departed Lae on the 2nd of July. Unfortunately, they never made it to her their next destination, Howland Island. When the duo didn’t arrive at the scheduled destination, a search party was assembled but Amelia and Fred were gone. The main theory is that she ran out of fuel and crashed and sank, however, another theory suggests she was captured by Japanese forces. The book, Amelia Earhart Lived suggests that Amelia survived the flight and moved to New Jersey where she created a new life for herself. 

 Whatever the truth may be, what became of Amelia Earhart is one of the most peculiar mysteries in the world.

We own this city, every stone – a Murray and Dodson gangster AU

After murdering her cheating husband, Gill Murray inherits his Manchester underworld empire. Fiery and tempestuous, she soon draws the attention of the cautious but ruthless Julie Dodson, Dave’s firecest rival. Only instead of continued warfare, the two women find themselves drawn to each other instead, and what begins as an alliance intended to stabilise their businesses soon turns into something quite different…

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phantom of the opera Stockholm slutar om 3 dagar, och idag är bilderna av Emmi Christensson, Christine.
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phantom of the opera stockholm ends in 3 days, and today comes a photoset of Emmi Christensson, Christine.
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Originally posted on Instagram on 12th May 2017

Convalescence Pt.11

Sunday 10th July 2017.

Amelia yelped with surprise as Owen pulled her into the driver’s seat of the van, making her straddle him.  Towering over him now, she reunited their mouths, muffling his moans as her hands pulled at his hair. Within seconds, his once neatly combed back hair had become messy and raging, like a fire.

The abrupt and loud sound of a car horn at 6:30 in the morning startled Maggie awake. Dazed with sleep, she was almost certain she’d dreamt the noise until Ryan entered her room with a questioning look on his face.

“Aunt Maggie, Mr. Owen’s car horn went off,” he stated, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I know,” Maggie yawned, hopping out of Amelia and Owen’s bed, “I’ll go check and see what caused it.”

“Do you want me to come with you in case there’s a bad guy?” he asked, following Maggie to the bathroom.

“Sure.” As she splashed water on her face and woke completely up, she began to ponder on the circumstances surrounding Owen’s horn going off. He and Amelia were supposed to have come home since last night, and if his horn went off then that meant his truck was in the yard. Which meant…

“Actually,” Maggie said, stopping abruptly at the front door of the house, “Why don’t you check on your sister and make sure she’s safe. I’ll yell if I need you.” Before the little boy could answer, she slipped out the house and closed the door behind her, her slipper stepping on what was clearly Owen’s leather jacket and, next to it, Amelia’s. Sighing to herself, Maggie picked up the two jackets and began following the trail of clothes. At the bottom of the steps, she found Owen’s shirt. On the lawn, she found Amelia’s shirt and bra and Owen’s trousers. At the base of his van was where she found their shoes and her pants and, sticking halfway out the driver’s door, she finally found Amelia’s underwear.

Moving all of the gathered clothes into one hand, Maggie used her free hand to knock on the foggy, driver’s side window. A few seconds after, the glass lowered by a few centimetres as blue orbs looked through them.

“Oh, hi,” Amelia said casually. She was facing the back of the seat, almost like she wanted to hug it, a generally unusual position.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asked, annoyed.

“Nothing?” she answered.

“Where’s Owen?”

The glass lowered another couple centimetres, revealing flaringly messy golden hair and another pair of blue eyes.

“Hi,” Owen greeted, his face flushed with embarrassment. Thank god all the windows were fogged from their body heat, he thought.

“You know, you two aren’t the only people who wanted to have sex last night,” Maggie grumbled, slipping their clothes in through the window, one by one, “I don’t even want to know what you were doing that caused you to blow your car horn.”

“Thank you,” Amelia grinned sheepishly, taking the clothes from her. “We’ll be up in ten minutes.”

Rosie sat on Owen’s chest as he lay on the bed, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face so he couldn’t hide himself. There wasn’t anyone else for Owen to interact with, seeing as Ryan was studying and Amelia was fast asleep, next to him. After the events of this morning, and those following after, he couldn’t blame her for being exhausted; he was tired too. But his thoughts were keeping him up. Everything about last night, the way they moved as if nothing had changed, it was all still coursing through his brain, making it physically impossible for him to sleep.

He could feel her hands tugging at his boxers, encouraging him to get rid of his last piece of clothing. Pushing his waist up, Owen shrugged the underwear down to his shins and his member grazed against her opening before he gently pushed himself inside of her.

Deep in thought, Owen hadn’t even noticed when Rosie ventured off his chest and to the bed, sitting in the middle of him and Amelia. Amelia’s back was faced away from them and her shirt was slightly scrunched up, revealing the scar running along her lower back. He watched as Rosie grazed her tiny fingers across the scar before looking up at Owen with a small pout and a worried gaze.

“That’s a boo boo,” Owen told her.

Rosie looked back at the scar and tried to grasp it with her hand. “Boo boo,” she muttered under her breath. After a few seconds of looking at it, she lowered her face to the scar and planted a kiss over it before looking up at Owen for approval.

“All better,” he said, kissing the top of her head, making her smile and giggle.

Monday 11th July 2017.

“Do you think we’re sitting too close to each other?” Owen whispered in her ear as the two sat on the couch and waited for their therapist to arrive.

Amelia looked at the space between them before looking at him. “I think so.” They both shifted further away, hoping their behaviour wouldn’t allude to Sunday’s activities.

“Good morning,” Tim chirped as he entered his office, brief case in hand, “How was our little outing on Saturday? Did we get a little busy?” Owen and Amelia stared at him with pale, blank expressions as he rested his things down and pulled out his notepad. Noticing their slightly terrified gazes, Tim grinned. “Oh relax; I’m not going to punish you for having sex.” Amelia and Owen looked at each other before looking back at him.

“Why are you assuming we had sex?” Owen scoffed, slowly destroying their united front to keep their secret copulation exactly that, a secret.

“Because I set that date up so that you would and I knew you would,” he shrugged, “Everything that you two have told me helped me to get to that conclusion.” He pointed at Amelia. “You might’ve probably been the one to instigate it. Owen has very good willpower, except when it comes to you, so I’m sure he barely put up an argument when you approached him.” Owen slouched further in his seat as his cheeks turned red and Amelia averted her eyes as she blushed and smiled a little, finding the comment hilariously true. Opening his briefcase, Tim pondered if their recent copulation would help them get through the topic he wanted to address today.

The therapist flipped his notepad to a new page. “Let’s talk about the twins.”

There was a soft knock at the door before he came inside. “Everyone’s asleep.” She nodded her head, not looking up. Owen sighed, coming closer to the tub before lying down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. She had been quiet and reserved like this since their afternoon session. With her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, Amelia sat still in the bath, eyes still red from crying earlier, just like Owen’s.

After a long period of silence and stolen gazes, mostly from him, he finally dared to ask, “What are you thinking about?”

Inhaling deeply, Amelia responded, “Babies. What are you thinking about?’

“The leftover chicken we have in the fridge,” Owen answered truthfully. He glanced at her and saw her smiling, so he smiled too.

“Bring the chicken,” she giggled. A few minutes later, Owen returned with a half bucket of fried chicken and some napkins. “Don’t you want to come in?” she asked when he sat back down on the floor. Owen looked up at her, a little caught off guard. She seemed like she wanted her space, but it appeared that he was wrong.

“Okay.” He stripped himself of his clothes and slipped in the tub right behind her, displacing a considerable amount of water in the process. He grabbed the bucket and handed it to her, letting her choose a piece first. For a couple minutes, they sat in silence and ate, the little sounds of their chewing being the only noise.

“I would have told you no,” she said suddenly.

“No to chicken?” Owen tried to clarify.

“No to your proposal,” she added after swallowing a bite, “If I hadn’t been pregnant at the time, I would’ve said no.”

There was an awkward silence as Owen stared at his chicken. “A flat no or a ‘we should wait longer’ no?”

“A flat no.” When Amelia heard no response, she turned to look back at him and chuckled. “I’m kidding, Owen.”

A relieved expression took over his face. “That’s not funny.”

“Waiting longer would’ve been my choice,” she pondered to herself. “There’s a lot of things I wish I’d done differently.”

Owen’s heart raced, excited to finally have her open up to him outside of a therapy session. “Things like?”

“Thinking about your feelings about the miscarriage,” she whispered, recalling the harsh words he’d spat at her, earlier today, about how everything was always about her.

“Amelia, what I said today…”

“Was true,” she finished for him, “I didn’t even stop to think how you felt. I never do.”

“You got hurt,” he justified, “It didn’t matter how I felt.”

“It did,” she challenged, “They weren’t just my babies, they were yours too.” She turned to look back at him again. “How do you feel?” He hadn’t expected their conversation to go this way.

He thought about the question briefly before answering, “When I picked Rosie up from day care a couple days ago, there was this mother collecting he kids. Little, twin babies; identical.” He smiled to himself before continuing. “I wanted to run them all over with a wood chipper, as harsh as that sounds. That’s how I feel.” She leaned into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Owen gripped her thigh under the water and squeezed it anxiously, wondering if to ask the question that had bene bothering him for weeks. Taking a chance, he blurted out, “Do you want any more kids.”

Without hesitation, Amelia answered, “I do. I just don’t know when or how or if to even risk it.”

“I doubt you’d get hit by a car again,” he said, making her roll her eyes.

“It’s not that. It’s the fact that anything could happen. I don’t think I’d survive if I have another…” Her eyes watered at the thought. “I’m afraid to risk it.”

“I’m afraid too,” he agreed, lifting his piece of chicken, “But chicken helps.”

Amelia laughed, looking at her almost finished drum stick. “It does.” She sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling her nose against his neck. He responded by placing a kiss on the top of her head. This was the first time they’d talked like this, without a therapist overlooking their every move, and it was extremely satisfying. Raising her head to look at him, Amelia smiled contently.

“What?” he asked with a soft smile, catching the wistful gaze. Lifting her hand out of the water, she grasped his chin and pulled him in for a delicate kiss, which answered everything.

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women in history   amelia earhart
born july 24, 1897 in atchison, kansas — disappeared july 2, 1937

Amelia Mary Earhart, fondly known as “Lady Lindy,” spent her childhood with her grandparents in an upper-middle class household. She became, after deciding to do so after a ten-minute flight in 1920, the 16th woman to be issued a pilot’s license in 1923. She had several notable flights, becoming the first woman to fly across the Atlantic Ocean in 1928, as well as the first person to fly over both the Atlantic and Pacific. She wrote books about her flying experiences, helped forming an organization for female pilots, The Ninety-Nines, became a faculty member at Purdue University to counsel women on careers and was a member of the National Women’s Party.

In 1937, she mysteriously disappeared while trying to circumnavigate the globe from the equator. Since then, several theories have formed regarding Earhart’s last days, many of which have been connected to various artifacts that have been found on Pacific islands. Earhart was legally declared dead in 1939.

You Remind Me of Everything I Love

So sorry I’ve been absent lately! I’m finally able to devote more time to writing again and plan on answering the few prompts I have this week! Continue to send them in, I love seeing the ideas you guys have!

So this what happens when your brain morphs red, white and blue and babies. Enjoy my little spectacle of a story!  This one is for you ears-awake-eyes-opened

If it was possible he heard her delicate, yet booming laugh over the loud boom of the fireworks. He glanced over to where she was sitting next to him as she bounced Ellie on her lap, the one year old unusually enthralled by the colors in the sky and not the loud booming noise.  His eyes moved one more seat over to see Meredith sitting with Zola, the little girl excitedly pointed out all the different shades of colors to her mother.

He felt a little body curl into him and looked down to see Bailey leaning into his shoulder, covering ears. He placed a hand against his back soothingly as Amelia glanced over with a worried expression.

 “Hey, its okay bud.  I know they’re loud.   But look how far away they are. See?” he suggested as he pointed up and the little boy followed his finger, seeming slightly more convinced they were at a safe distance. “Look there’s a green one!”

 Bailey unclasped his hands from his ears and inhaled excitedly. “Green’s my favorite color!

“Really?” questioned Owen, clearly faking shock for the little boy. “Mine too.”

 Bailey clapped excitedly as the next firework went off, both Amelia and Meredith throwing Owen a look of appreciation for amending what could have been a major meltdown. Amelia smiled as she continued to watch the two of them, Owen pointing out the fireworks as they lit up the sky while Bailey laughed and admired them.

 You remind me of everything I love
Yeah; you remind me of everything I love

The straw underneath this blanket
and the stars that catch your eyes
and the moment where you are closer by my side

They both crept into their apartment later that evening, a stray firework still being fired off here and there. They had left Meredith’s house after she had put the kids in bed.

“You know its nights like these I’m glad we don’t live in the trailer anymore. That metal shack would shake in the smallest of thunderstorms, I’m not sure it would’ve survived the fourth.” he said with a laugh as he deposited his keys on the kitchen counter.

 He watched as Amelia nodded, clearly not really listening, her hands nervously brushing against the blue t-shirt dress she had worn in some attempt to be festive. She had insisted he try as well, for the kid’s sake, so he had amused her and put on a red button up, rolling the sleeves up. He had to admit it was pretty spectacular to see Zola and Bailey both excitedly point out they were dressed like a flag.

“You okay?” he asked as she looked up and nodded fiercely. “You sure? You’ve been pretty quiet since after the fireworks.”

 “I need to tell you something.” she said as she walked closer to him, her hands clasped nervously together.

 “Okay….” he said hesitantly, not understanding what she could possibly be so nervous about.  His mind began to race, Amelia never overreacted, she sometimes barely reacted, so for her to be this distraught over something it couldn’t be good.  Death. Sickness. Horrible twists of faith.  Terrible thoughts immediately clouding his brain. But he couldn’t do that; he had to be strong for her.

 “Whatever it is. We’ll figure it out.” he assured her, as she was suddenly right in front of him, her hands resting against his chest.

 “I want a baby.”

 She had just blurted it out, her body visibly recoiling at how her brain had worked faster then her mouth, one of her hands going to her head in total disapproving how she had reacted.

 He looked at her for a moment, Amelia stood waiting for him to freak out. They weren’t married. Or engaged. They had barely been living together for six months. She knew it sounded ridiculous.  She waited, as he suddenly let out this loud laugh. She looked at him crazily, as he continued to laugh and then she swat at him.

 “Owen! It’s not funny.” she said as watched him stifle his laughter and he shook his head. “I say baby and you just laugh?!”

 “That’s not why I’m laughing.” He assured her as his laughter turned into a smile. “You just made it seem like this horrible terrible thing. I was preparing myself for the worst.” he said.

 “So…. You want a baby too?” she asked nervously.

 He laughed again as she looked at him bewildered. He leaned in, his lips covering hers as she visibly relaxed into the kiss. She felt her arms snake around his neck as they both pulled away, their faces inches apart.

 “Of course I want a baby with you. I want everything with you.” he admitted, as she felt a smile form on her face. She leaned in again, kissing him gently before pulling away letting out a small sigh.

 “Okay good. That’s good. That’s maybe not what I should have led with though….” her voice wavering nervously, as Owen looked at her confused again. “What I should have said is, I want a baby…. Because we’re getting one.”

He leaned back out of the embrace slightly, looking at her shock clearly written on his face. She felt herself want to sink into their carpeted floor.  He meant he wanted a baby one day. Not today. Or in her case eight months from now.

 “What?” he finally asked after a minute of silence. “You’re pregnant?”

 Amelia nodded nervously as she pulled away from him and nervously started walking in front of him, her hands going to her hips.

 “I wasn’t going to tell you. I was going to wait. Because I haven’t wanted to be excited about it yet. Because its early, really early… and I have a history with horrible things happening to me. And we jut figured all of this out.” she said as she motioned between him and herself.

 “So I was going to wait. Until I knew for sure that I wasn’t going to lose the baby or that it was missing an arm or a leg or had swallowed its twin. But then I saw you with Bailey today. And I realized how much I want of this. How I want you to be sitting with our baby on the fourth of July as she covers her ears in fear and you explain to her how it’s nothing to be afraid of. I want Christmas mornings and stupid holidays, like Flag Day. I want this baby. I want all of it. And I want all of it with you.”

 She waited after she finished practically word vomiting all over him, she watched as he continued to just stare at her. She let out this exasperated sigh, clearly feeling better at what she had admitted to, but realizing he wasn’t on the same page. She was two seconds away from high tailing it out of the apartment when suddenly he was in front of her and then kissing her.

 She nearly fell at his quick movement, her hands going around his waist to steady herself. He pulled back as he dropped to his knees, reaching out he quickly pushed the hem of her dress up.

 “Owen! What the hell are you….” she started to say before she was cut off by his lips going to her stomach. She could have melted. He was perfect. This was perfect.  She laughed as he peppered kisses all around her stomach. He finally pulled away, dropping her dress again as he looked up at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

 “We’re having a baby.”

 She nodded excitedly, as she allowed herself to smile about the whole thing. She dropped to her own knees as she put her hands on his face, her body nearly shaking from the excitement of the past few moments.

 “We’re having a baby.”

 a smile thats so much bigger
than the smiles that i have seen
and it makes me realize
that there is so much more than what I have seen