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Finally finished my two companion pieces to my large Unicorn Deer piece! I wanted to play off one of the other Unicorn Hunt tapestries but nothing translated well without getting insanely complicated so ended up just doing two ‘hunting hounds’ to place at either side of the larger piece :D Prints available at cons , eventually in our shop. ENJOY! XOXOXO
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Samuel L. Jackson Joins Sebastian Stan in 'The Last Full Measure'
Christopher Plummer, William Hurt and Bradley Whitford also star.

It’s an Avengers reunion: Samuel L. Jackson has signed on to join Sebastian Stan in The Last Full Measure.

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt, Bradley Whitford, Michael Imperioli and Linus Roache also star in the film from Todd Robinson (White Squall, Lonely Hearts).

Based on the true story of a present-day cover-up investigation, The Last Full Measure follows young Pentagon investigator Scott Huffman (Stan) as he battles the political machine in Washington. He reluctantly teams with veterans of Operation Abilene to convince Congress to award the Medal of Honor to a courageous Air Force medic, William Pitsenbarger, who is seen saving the lives of more than 60 Marines who were ambushed in one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War. As the battle waged on, and after the last helicopter left, he continued to save lives until his own was sacrificed.

Foresight Unlimited is handling international sales and producing in association with Provocator and SSS Entertainment. Timothy Scott Bogart, Mark Damon, Lauren Selig, Julian Adams, Nicholas Cafritz, Robert Reed Peterson and Shaun Sanghani are producing, with Tamara Birkemoe, Jenna Sanz-Agero and Sidney Sherman executive producing. Pen Densham and John Watson are co-executive producers.

Principal photography is set to begin later this month in Atlanta and Costa Rica.

“When I read Todd Robinson’s exceptionally moving script and heard the real-life interviews of the many men whom William Pitsenbarger saved, I felt this could be a great film. With the award-winning cast that has been assembled, I am now sure of it,” said Foresight Unlimited’s Mark Damon.

Stan is currently in production on Avengers: Infinity War for Marvel Studios/Disney and I, Tonya starring Margot Robbie, and has wrapped work on Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky. He is repped by ICM Partners and Brookside Artist Management.

Jackson will soon be seen in Legendary’s Kong: Skull Island, which Warner Bros. is releasing on Friday, and The Hitman’s Bodyguard for Lionsgate in August. He recently wrapped Brie Larson’s directorial debut Unicorn Store. Jackson is repped by ICM Partners and Anonymous Content.

Plummer can next be seen in The Exception for A24 and The Man Who Invented Christmas for Bleecker Street in December. Hurt can currently be seen on the Amazon series Goliath opposite Billy Bob Thornton and will next be seen in Live Like Line opposite Helen Hunt. Whitford is in postproduction on Unicorn Store and Three Christs starring Richard Gere; he previously starred in HBO’s All the Way and can currently be seen in the Universal hit Get Out. Imperioli most recently starred on Fox’s Lucifer, and Roache on History’s Vikings and in Netflix’s Barry.

Samuel L. Jackson Joins Sebastian Stan in 'The Last Full Measure'

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt and Bradley Whitford also star.

It’s an Avengers reunion: Samuel L. Jackson has signed on to join Sebastian Stan in The Last Full Measure.

Christopher Plummer, William Hurt, Bradley Whitford, Michael Imperioli and Linus Roache also star in the film from Todd Robinson (White Squall, Lonely Hearts).

Based on the true story of a present-day cover-up investigation, The Last Full Measure follows young Pentagon investigator Scott Huffman (Stan) as he battles the political machine in Washington. He reluctantly teams with veterans of Operation Abilene to convince Congress to award the Medal of Honor to a courageous Air Force medic, William Pitsenbarger, who is seen saving the lives of more than 60 Marines who were ambushed in one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War. As the battle waged on, and after the last helicopter left, he continued to save lives until his own was sacrificed.

Foresight Unlimited is handling international sales and producing in association with Provocator and SSS Entertainment. Timothy Scott Bogart, Mark Damon, Lauren Selig, Julian Adams, Nicholas Cafritz, Robert Reed Peterson and Shaun Sanghani are producing, with Tamara Birkemoe, Jenna Sanz-Agero and Sidney Sherman executive producing. Pen Densham and John Watson are co-executive producers.

Principal photography is set to begin later this month in Atlanta and Costa Rica.

“When I read Todd Robinson’s exceptionally moving script and heard the real-life interviews of the many men whom William Pitsenbarger saved, I felt this could be a great film. With the award-winning cast that has been assembled, I am now sure of it,” said Foresight Unlimited’s Mark Damon.

Stan is currently in production on Avengers: Infinity War for Marvel Studios/Disney and I, Tonyastarring Margot Robbie, and has wrapped work on Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky. He is repped by ICM Partners and Brookside Artist Management.

Jackson will soon be seen in Legendary’s Kong: Skull Island, which Warner Bros. is releasing on Friday, and The Hitman’s Bodyguard for Lionsgate in August. He recently wrapped Brie Larson’s directorial debut Unicorn Store. Jackson is repped by ICM Partners and Anonymous Content.

Plummer can next be seen in The Exception for A24 and The Man Who Invented Christmas for Bleecker Street in December. Hurt can currently be seen on the Amazon series Goliath opposite Billy Bob Thornton and will next be seen in Live Like Line opposite Helen Hunt. Whitford is in postproduction on Unicorn Store and Three Christs starring Richard Gere; he previously starred in HBO’s All the Way and can currently be seen in the Universal hit Get Out. Imperioli most recently starred on Fox’s Lucifer, and Roache on History’s Vikings and in Netflix’s Barry.

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Language matters. Language reflects attitude. Attitude reflects feelings and behavior.

I’m in some large polyamory groups on Facebook. Something that comes up CONSTANTLY is a post that looks like this. This isn’t a direct quote on purpose, but it probably is a dirct quote by accident, because the posts like this have very little variance from one another.

“My partner and I have been looking for a female to add to our family. Why is it so hard to find a third? We just want to love her and treat her right.”

If you run in the solo-poly/relationship anarchy/anti-couples-privilege circles of polyamory, you probably know the name we give to people who post things like that: UNICORN HUNTERS!

“But,” people ask when they’re called out for posting stuff like the above, “What’s wrong with knowing what we want, and asking for it?”

Well, okay, sure: you can ask for whatever you want. That much is true. But what you asked us was for reasons why you’re having a hard time. And we’re telling you why, but you think you’re an exception to the rule. I get that – you are new to this. You don’t necessarily know that this same. exact. question. gets asked day after day after day. That is it easily THE most commonly-asked question by people who are newly poly, to those with experience. If you are in the position to be asking it, you CAN learn from our critique. If you’re willing to believe that people are telling you these things because they legitimately want to see you thrive, then you yourself might just benefit from their advice.

I’ll break it down. (I’m going to use mainly female pronouns to refer to the “third” here, because that is overwhelmingly the way these sorts of posts go, but people of other genders can also be affected by situations like these.)

“My partner and I…”

This makes it sound like you two are a unit. If you were single, would you want to date a unit? Or would you want to date individuals?

“…have been looking for a female…”

“Female” sounds clinical. Try “woman.” If your response to this is to say that people are too picky about language, just know that you’re alienating plenty of the most emotionally intelligent people in the dating pool.

“…to add to our family.”

“To add to” suggests that the person you want to date is an annex to something whole, rather than a whole person in her own right, with desires of her own, and maybe even a family of her own – or a desire to form a family of her own, that might or might not include both of you.

Also, consider how daunting it would be, as a single person, to be approached by someone whose immediately vocalized goal involves the word family. When you went on dates as a single person, how would you have felt if someone said on or before the first date that they wanted you to be part of their family?

“Why is it so hard to find a third?”

“A third” is hierarchical. You are saying that you and your partner are first and second (perhaps interchangeably) – and the new person is third. You might argue that this sort of structure is inevitable and natural when first getting to know someone, and that you eventually want this person to be your “equal.” While that seems reasonable on the surface, why should anyone getting to know you take you at your word that you won’t always see her as “a third”? Try treating her as a person with equal rights to her own relationship desires now, and you won’t have to try to persuade her that things will change later. No, you’re not required (and probably not even advised) to immediately overhaul your life to give her equal time to your other partner – but you should be willing to give her equal consideration, effective immediately. Her feelings, desires, and boundaries matter just as much as anyone else’s – treat them accordingly.

“We just want to love her and treat her right.”

Sure, but that’s by your definition of loving someone and treating her right. If no one’s signing up, then you should consider that what you’re offering might not appeal. 

My recommendation to anyone who is frustrated with trying to date as a couple is simply: try dating separately. It’s not what a lot of people want to hear, but it’s kind of amazing how many more people are successful in dating as individuals. Does the thought make you nervous? That’s understandable. It can seem a lot less frightening to feel like you’re “in it together” with your partner. But I believe that if you truly trust each other to care for one another, you can spread your wings, freely date individually, and still have an incredibly loving bond. You are always in your relationship together, regardless of what happens in your other relationships.

And you know what? Every once in a blue moon, maybe one of your partners will be interested in another one of your partners, and you’ll end up in a triad where nobody feels like they have to date either both of you or neither of you, where nobody feels like they have to be the exact missing piece of your puzzle, and where everybody feels empowered to set boundaries and ask for what they need.

I used to hide over at polyamory-resources and have the people come to me for advice or guidance. But now that I am branching off, I decided to look under the polyamory tag and I was so completely unaware of the hate in our community and how people are treating other people. With topics like “Does polyamory fall under the LGBTQ+ spectrum?” or “Is unicorn hunting bad?” or “Are hierarchies inherently evil?”, I can see the universal, polyamorous “us” bickering among ourselves rather than supporting each other and helping each other up. While I have my own opinions on these topics, and love discussing them with people, we are focusing on the wrong things.

We need to stop those who are abusing the term “polyamory” (when it’s not ethical at all or they are manipulating) and we need to help those who don’t know their rights in a relationship to know them. We need need to help those who cannot be out know that we are here and we will do what we can to support them. We have a long road ahead of us as we fight for representation and marriage/union equality… all while fighting all the horrible stigma that surrounds the way we choose to love.

There is enough hatred in this world.

-Mimzy ( @polyteaparty )
Past and Future

So @shepherd-hunt/@omeliafics asked for something angst involving Megan Hunt, PTSD, comforting Amelia and her Unicorn Baby, so I took advantage of the shitty mood I’ve been feeling lately to write it.

This is probably the most emotional fic I’ve ever written and also the longest… There were just too many feelings and it was really hard for me to put it all into words.

Hope you all like this // Previous fics can be found here (x)


She found him in an on-call room.

It was dark inside, his back was facing the door and she could hear him muttering something, though she was having trouble understanding the exact words.

“Owen?”

“Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?”

She walked around him, now facing him, and could see the tears running down his face. His entire face was frowned, the lines on his skin more evident than ever. His whole body was shaking and sweating. He look like he was in so much pain, she just wanted to take it all away.

“Owen?” She was standing right in front of him and looking him in the eye, but he kept looking ahead, as if he was staring right through her, as if he hadn’t realized she was even there.

“I have to find her! I have to find her! I have to-“

Amelia reached up to cup his wet cheek and called for him with the smoothest voice possible, failing to hide the worry, “Owen!”

Next thing she knew, she was being pinned against the wall, his strong hands tightening around her arms, lifting her from the floor.

“We have to find her!” Owen was no longer muttering, he was now shouting.

Amelia loved him, and most importantly she knew him, all of him. There was no way he’d ever hurt her, but the situation they were currently in was scary, nonetheless.

“Owen!” The grip on her arms kept tightening, “Look at me Owen!”, she shouted.

Suddenly, it was like he snapped out of it.

“Amelia?” He set her down and could see the fear in her face. Amelia flinched away from him, rubbing her arms, which were surely going to have bruises soon. “Amelia, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Amelia, I’m- I’m sorry, you know I’d never hurt you.” His breathing was still erratic.

“Owen, you were having a PTSD episode.”

“No, no, that was nothing.” He tried to deny it, but as always, Amelia saw right through him.

“How long have you been having them?”

“It’s not- I’m fine.”

“How long?!”

“Damn it Amelia! I told you it wasn’t PTSD!” he screamed, took a deep breath and tried again in a softer voice, “I’m fine. Just leave it alone…”

“Owen, just talk to me, I-“

“Like you talk to me?”

The room became silent.

That was a low blow, but with the way things have been between them lately, all was fair. They didn’t really know where the lines were anymore.

Amelia decided to ignore his jab, “Was it about Megan?”

“Why did you run away?” he threw back at her as a response.

Amelia shook her head in clear disappointment. She just wanted to help him and make him feel better. And deep down she knew it was a little hypocritical of her to be mad at him for refusing her help, especially when she’d been practically ignoring him for quite a while now and shutting down every attempt he made of getting her to open up.

“I’m not gonna force you to talk. You know where I am when you feel like it.” Amelia already had her hand on the door handle when his voice stopped her.

“There was this patient…” Owen cleared his throat and continued his sentence once she turned to face him. “It was around the time you were on leave. There was this guy who came in, he was disoriented and dehydrated and kept asking for a woman, saying he was looking for her and had to find her.”

Amelia took a seat next him, on the uncomfortable bed, and took his hand in hers.

“We hooked him to an IV and gave him a sedative. I came back the next day, checked on him and found him awake and lucid. And we talked.”

“What did you talk about?”, Amelia asked softly.

“His sister.” Owen paused and swallowed hard, “He was looking for his sister. He told me he was around 17 when he lost her. He went to the park to meet with some friends and his little sister wanted to go too, you know, typical younger sibling behavior. Anyway, he got distracted hanging around with his friends and when he looked up to see where she was,-” a tear slipped out of his eye and he quickly cleaned it away, “she was nowhere to be found. They never saw her again.”

“He was still looking for her? Now?”

“Turns out he is schizophrenic and had been off his meds for a while, which caused a crises. That’s why he had been wandering around the woods looking for his sister. He said it’s been 20 years since he last saw her, and he just missed her so much…” his voice wavered.

“Owen…”

“I just miss her…”

Amelia nodded and laid his head on her chest. She could tell there was more he wanted to say, so instead of saying anything to make him feel better, she simply ran her fingers through his ginger curls, hoping that gave him so comfort.

“Before my dad died he built a swing set on the background for me and my sister. And one morning, it was raining really hard, you know Seattle style, and Megan and I snuck out of the house and went to the swings. I remember going down the stairs holding her hand and telling her to be quiet but she couldn’t stop giggling.” Owen paused and smiled at the memory, “We got outside and started playing around. Eventually Megan started complaining she wasn’t going as high as I was on the swings, so she asked me to push her higher. She had me wrapped around her little finger, I couldn’t say no. So I pushed her. And she fell.”

Owen started laughing, and as confused as she was, Amelia had to laugh along with him.

“What happened next?” she asked, her fingers still in his hair, though he was now lying on her lap.

“Well, Megan started crying and screaming so loud my parents woke up. They came outside and my mom picked her up and carried her inside, while my father dragged me by the ear inside the house.”

Owen was still laughing, but suddenly the laughter mixed with the tears, thought they weren’t falling, simply blurring his vision.

“You know, you were right. Before. That was a PTSD episode.” Amelia simply nodded, she didn’t need him to say it, she knew. “It started a few weeks ago, this patient brought up a lot of stuff and that added to the fact I haven’t been sleeping properly…”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

He paused before answering.

“You’re not there…”

The guilt was evident in her face. She never meant for that to happen. She just didn’t know how to deal with her feelings, or how to make him understand them, so she ran. But she never meant to cause him this much pain.

“I’m sorry…”

“I know…” Owen turned to look up at her face, gave her a small smile and got up from the warmth of her lap, sitting by her side. “I just wished you’d talk to me.”

Amelia turned her face and looked away from him.

“I’m not ready yet…” she whispered.

Owen nodded, not even mad or disappointed in her. He was simply tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of feeling like he was the only one invested in this marriage. Not that he doubted her love for him, but it can’t be just one doing all the work.

He squeezed her hand, and got up to leave.

Amelia felt the squeeze in her hand, realizing how much she missed the feel of his skin against hers.

Why was it so hard for her to open up? Why was she always so willing to help others but whenever someone showed concern for her, she completely shut down her feelings and ran? She was a runner, always had been, no surprise there. But every time she thought she had grown a little and was ready to face anything life threw her way, her mind proved her wrong. And that was frustrating as hell.

The thing is, right now, at this precise moment, Owen was leaving, walking out the door. And for some reason it felt like he wasn’t just leaving the on-call room… She had to say something to stop him.

“I’m pregnant.”

It was a whisper, but Owen heard it. 

The words he so longed to hear danced around his head, loud and clear.

He turned around just in time to see her break down. Much like she had when he took a bag of oxy out of her hands on the porch of her dead brother’s house.

“I’m scared, Owen. So scared.” She said in between sobs.

He knelt down in front of her and grabbed her face between his hands “Are you sure?” his face an unreadable mask. He couldn’t handle another pregnancy scare.

He saw her nodded as tears kept running down her face. He looked up, as if saying thank you, but kept his happiness to himself, knowing that, right now, that was not what she needed.

“Amelia, breathe! Alright? Just breathe.”

Once she had her breathing under control Owen placed a tender kiss on her forehead, “Why are you scared, uh? Talk to me.”

“There are a million things that could go wrong, Owen. That idea you have, of a family, of a normal family… You might not have that.”

“I know tha-“

“No, you don’t!” she shook her head, trying to keep the tears that were threatening to fall, under control. “Rationally, you know there’s always the possibility of something going wrong. But you’re not actually considering it. No one ever really does. Everyone thinks that kind of stuff only happens to other people. Until it happens to them. And reality hits them so hard-”

Owen grabbed her hands, “I know, okay? I know life isn’t perfect. I know there’s always the possibility of you having complications during the pregnancy, I know there are a million things that could happen to the baby, I know-“

“Have you ever seen an anencephalic baby?”

Her question took him by surprise. 

And the fact she was staring him dead in the eyes gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I gave birth to one.”

Her revelation was met with silence.

Owen’s reaction was normal, expected even. How was the appropriate way to react when someone you love tells you something of this magnitude?

“It was already too late to do anything when I realized I was pregnant. I had just gotten out of rehab when the symptoms started. I thought it was just my body adjusting to being drug-free. But then I remembered I hadn’t bought tampons in months, so I bought a pregnancy test, instead.”

Owen was at a loss of words. There was genuinely nothing he could think of that would be appropriate to say right now. But then again, maybe it was better to stay silent and let her say everything she needed to say.

Also the look in her blue eyes… It was as if with every word she spoke, she transported herself back to those days.

“I was scared. Gosh, I was so scared when I told Addison. I thought she’d be mad at me, I was afraid she’d think I was still the irresponsible teenager she once knew. But then she hugged me and I just let myself be happy about it.”

He nodded, letting know he was listening closely. His mind saving every word she said.

“Addie did the scan, and I’ll never forget the look in her face when she saw there was something wrong with my baby.”

Amelia took a deep breath, as if to get herself together, but it was futile.

“I was alone, Owen. Everyone was there, asking how I was, everyday. But I was alone.”

“I understa-“

“When I gave birth to him, it was beautiful. He was beautiful.” She had such a radiant smile on her face that he couldn’t help but smile as well, despite the tear marks along her cheeks. “You know for a moment, I forgot I had to let him go. I was holding him, and I was so happy. That baby was my son and I was his mother.”

“What was his name?”

“I never named him. I only called him my Unicorn Baby.”

His brows frowned in curiosity, but the smile stayed on his lips. “Why unicorn baby?”

“When I was twelve I believed in unicorns. You know, beautiful creatures that bring nothing but joy and do magical things. That was just like my baby. He donated all his organs and brought joy to dozens of parents and little babies around the country. And to me.”

Owen noted the proud look that made her whole face glow. And he made a mental note to acknowledge the fact that Amelia said ‘he donated’, as if it had been her baby that made that honorable choice, and not her. She really didn’t give herself enough credit, and it amazed him that she didn’t realize just how amazing she was.

“I would’ve loved to meet him.”

“I think you’d have liked him.”

“For sure.” He nodded and smiled. He already respected her before, but now, the pedestal he had already had her on was so much higher.

“I have this reoccurring dream, you know. I picture him giving his first steps and taking him to his first day of school, and him telling me everything he learned and the friends he made. And then everything suddenly changes and I’m lying in a bed. I know it’s Mother’s Day so I’m waiting for him to come in and give me a kiss and say ‘Happy Mama’s day’. But he never comes…” she breaks down, crying, “And I’m just left there, alone…”

He had to hold her. He hugged her so, so tight.

“Owen, I’m so scared.” – she cried. “It would kill me.”

He didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ meant, he knew.

“Amelia, you-“

“It would kill me, Owen.”

He desperately wanted to make her feel better. Seeing Amelia in pain was one of the worst things he had ever had to face.

“Amelia, I can’t promise you everything will be fine. As much as I want, I can’t do that. I’m scared too.” He said, with the utmost honesty possible, while pushing her scrub top up and kissing her exposed skin. Their baby, their miracle, was in there. “But I can promise you, no matter what happens, you’ll never have to face anything alone. Ever again!

He said it with such fierceness.

Such certainty and conviction, that she had no choice but to believe him.

“I can see us, you know. Waking up at 3am, to change smelly diapers. Constantly looking at the clock in ORs afraid we will miss a football game or a play. Fighting, because our kid asked for a dog and you want to say yes, and I’ll have to be the reasonable one and say no, but you’ll eventually win me over, as you always do, and I’ll be stuck walking it every day. I can see myself, waking up one morning, turning over and reaching out to wrap an arm around you, and I’ll find a little body curled up on yours, and you’ll both be smiling in your sleep and you both have that cute dimple on the left cheek.” Owen smiled, looked at his wife and stroked her temple, “I can see it all. With you.”

She could too.

And she’d be thankful every day, if they got to live every single one of those scenarios.

And many more. If they’re lucky.

They were silent for a while, before Amelia murmured againts his neck.

“I missed you.”

All Owen could do was smile and bring every curve of her body closer against his.

“I’m right here.”

The past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whaterver form…

Let Me Take Care Of You - (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Prompt: 3-3, “Fighting”, “Look me in the eye; are you sure you’re alright?” - requested by the lovely @highlighhttt

Warnings: Swearing and Angst 

Word Count: 775

A/N: thank you lovely for requesting. I decided to write this as a Dean x Reader Drabble, if you want me to write the prompt with another character just let me know!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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