odd times with flash

Origins

Summary: Ryan sweeps into Gavin the Third’s life, turns his world upside down, and then has to pick up the pieces.

(Eleven Little Roosters fic)

a/n: Silly thing I wrote to practice their characterisations, but I’ll post it as my gift to all of you freewood people waiting for them to interact in the show LOL

c/w: brief mentions of suicide, nothing actually happens

AO3


Ryan met with Gavin the Third in a small but painfully expensive restaurant overlooking the Thames. The agent was already there when he arrived, sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in hand and three plates of tiny appetisers in front of him that Ryan was quite sure had already amounted to several hundred pounds despite seeming to barely contain more than a mouthful of actual food.

“Gavin,” he said as he approached, and the other man’s eyes flicked up to him.

It still gave Ryan a jolt, how fucking identical he looked to Ryan’s old coworker. But not just to the two Gavins who he’d met back at Rooster Teeth. To the student he’d met while investigating the wormhole that’d opened in some university science lab. To the Golden Boy who worked with gangs over in Los Santos. To that idiot running around with a Union Jack on his chest claiming to be a superhero who’d been in all the papers lately.

They were all over the fucking place, and maybe Ryan should’ve been used to that same giant nose popping up everywhere, but somehow - every time - it still made him feel an odd guilt. A flash back to his life before all this.

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jakegyllinhaal  asked:

Do you know what the Teen Wolf time line is?

Okay so this is why the fans are so fucking confused.

According to some channels each season has only been one semester of school.

Others have claimed that season 1 and 2 are the same spring semester of school (which if you actually watch the outside events that kind of makes sense that those are happening back to back.) That means that before season 3a is summer break (characters confirm this) and then 3b would simply take place in the later months in the fall. 

Now the issues with this is that PR and MTV don’t seem to be on board with this and I actually think some of the actors are confused. The technology in the shows makes that confusing because cars and phones are clearly from 2014 while technically the show is still in 2011. 

Additional issues with the timeline:

  • Lydia and Jackson were originally written as upperclassmen, probably juniors, with Scott and Stiles as sophomores. 
  • If that statement is true then Stiles would have been held back a year to be able to drive a car because in America most kids do not turn 16 until junior year at which point they can drive
  • official birthdays released by the PR team conflict with other information released. Such as Stiles being able to drive
  • Derek was written as 19 in the pilot which seems to have been abandoned and then re-adopted at odd times. (The flash back episode really fucks that up because there is period clothing from the 80s and early 90s but Peter who is clearly an adult seems to be close in age to Derek.)
  • I have previously ranted about how little sense the flashback episode and the Malia plot make together unless we have a 16 and Pregnant situation going on here.
  • A video released by the official teen wolf media team had dates of deaths for several characters as the year the show aired and not keeping with the timeline originally purposed. 

The biggest issue here is I don’t think Teen Wolf is keeping “A Book.” In screenwriting, particularly television the writers are supposed to keep a book with all the details tracked. Add a tidbit of information about a character in an offhand comment? Write that in their section of The Book so that no future information contradicts. When you take screen writing they always hark on the importance of the book. 

Often times if you want to become a writer for a show in progress you are allowed to see The Book and then write an example episode to show your stuff. 

But frankly there are a lot of hints that a Book is not being kept not including previous information:

  • several of the writers claimed they failed teen wolf trivia quizes on twitter
  • Scott claims to have ridden the bus when he lived with his father (now doesn’t seem possible)
  • Scott says his parents discussed their divorce with him at a dinner in season 1 (recent episode Mr. McCall seems to have vanished in the middle of the night, as well as several character claiming that Mr. McCall has not been in Scott’s life in any way in several years directly contradicting earlier statements by Scott himself.)
  • Literally anything about Derek or werewolves
  • Plot points that seem to go no where all the time

You get the picture.

The point is. Reject Cannon, Accept Fandom. 

Long Live Victoria and Allison Argent

PETRUO WEEK

Day 2 – Flowers

Auruo got the idea for the flowers in the worst possible place – outside the safety of Wall Rose, in the middle of an expedition. He wasn’t exactly known for thinking things through, and he especially wasn’t known for bright ideas, but this one stuck with him. It took the quality of all his worst obsessions; replacing everything that was good or smart until it became a point of stubborn contention, one he would not allow to rest until he’d done as he intended.

The night before he lay awake and absently traced his fingers up the curve of Petra’s back, savoring the softness of her skin, the heat of it, the steady pace of her breathing. She slept curled into his side, her hand flat on his chest, and if he was lucky she would stay like this the whole night; peaceful, lost in a pleasant dream. He couldn’t sleep – he could never sleep before an expedition – but he savored this. He relished her, how warm and soft she was in his arms, how beautifully alive.

They were pressed close enough that he could tell when her dream changed. Her loose posture went tight and she shuddered in his arms, clinging to him so desperately that she might have been drowning. But he didn’t flinch away when her fingers dug into his side; he cupped her face and spoke in a low voice. Not a whisper – never a whisper. Whispers belonged in the nightmare.

“Petra,” he said, brushing her tears away with his thumb. “Hey, hey. It’s all right. Come back.”

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