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t100ficrecsblog · 4 years

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an interview with @elora-lane (she/they) content warning: mentions of mental illness and past physical injury

what are you working on right now? what’s something you’d like to write one day?

Right now, I am working on a Bellarke A/B/O period fic called Surely, You Must Know. I am also working on my Bellarke for BLM Prompts. The first one was posted a couple weeks ago, and I have a bit written for my Bellarke improv/roommates au, and the Josie/Bellamy Bellarke fic (where Bellamy goes through the wringer with an abusive Josie, and Clarke is there to help him heal).

Something I’d like to write one day... I have a book idea about a genderfluid, bisexual individual based in the early 1820s. The main character (she/her, they/them) was born female and finds herself ostracized after she kisses her best friend (a female), when her friend says she is going to school elsewhere. It takes place over years, and involves the main character falling in love, her love being killed in front of her, having a child and ending up with the very same friend who couldn’t accept her own sexuality (the best friend is a lesbian).

I’m not sure If I’ll get around to writing it, but I have it all planned out and the characters already live in my mind.

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? Hmm... that’s honestly very difficult for me to answer because I’m rarely happy with my writing in the long term. But I’d say I’m proud of The Governor’s Daughter, which was written for Garcy (timeless, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston). I had a three-part story planned out for this fic, but I’ve since gotten so absorbed with Bellarke that I changed the ending so it wouldn’t torture fans. But in the original ending the main character is pregnant when she is kidnapped, and her husband is recovering from a gunshot wound himself, when shots are fired in her home.

The main character leaves thinking everyone she loves is dead.

I was rather proud of the fic because it’s the longest thing I’ve written- and I don’t write long works. Beyond that, it was about two individuals who should never have met. But did and fell in love despite all odds. In the story not everything is as it seems. I did a lot of research for it and wonder if I got it right (the language probably needs some work). I sorta get obsessed with research, although I know it’s not perfect.

The Bellarke work I’m most proud of is probably How Not to Quarantine. I went into it wanting to write something smutty. But it became a bit deeper than that and dealt with issues of battling societal norms, sexism toward both women and men, and miscommunication.

why did you first start writing fic? I got inspired by Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston from Timeless. I got inspired by the idea of time travel, and how the future is never as it seems. I’ve always written poetry, and very short stories. But fan fic has been my first time really writing stories with somewhat significant plotlines. I wanted to fill a plot hole, and well... I haven’t stopped writing since.

Another aspect of it was that I was new mom and unemployed. I have twins who are toddlers now. But when I first started writing I had horrible post-partum depression and anxiety that lasted two years. Writing helped me funnel all of that and be the new mom I needed to be. The lovely comments and encouragement I got from fandom friends played a part in keeping me on the road to recovering from my worst depressive episode.

what frustrates you most about fic writing? Honestly, not to sound mellow-dramatic, but me. I frustrate myself.

I’ve mentioned it a little bit, but I had a few head injuries and I have bad ADHD. It’s a lot better than it was when I first started writing about two and half years ago. I would revisit my works and there were so many errors and things that just didn’t make sense. After my last head injury (I fell 8ft on concrete right onto the back of my head about eight years ago), I would write papers that made sense to me in the moment, and then my instructor would show me what I wrote, and it was just totally jumbled up nonsense- some of it wasn’t even words. Needless to say, I had to drop out of college.

So, as frustrating as it is, I’m proud of myself for continuing to write enough to retrain my brain (of course, it also healed, and anti depressants helped my brain chemistry realign). I still make errors and my brain gets tired quickly on some days, but I’ve come a long way. Grammarly is a huge help, too!

what are your top five songs right now? Oh boy. I totally blame @star-sky-earth for the first three... here is a list.

Body by SYML

Touch by Sleeping at Last

Let Me by ZAYN

Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson

Nashville by Noah Gundersen

That was so hard to decide, thank you for the challenge!

what are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic, really good cake?)? Music is huge for me. I’m very sensitive to the mood that music puts me in. A good tune can help me think of an entire plotline. Usually, it’s the music in a movie and the visuals that inspire me, and rarely the dialogue.

Anything by Jane Austen is inspiring for my Bellarke ABO period fic. My fav JA book is Northanger Abbey, but I rewatched the film version of Mansfield Park, Emma, and Sense and Sensibility (the BBC three-parter) all in one night!

Bonus note: the new Emma has a really good kiss scene that is just 100%... Muy Bueno. Loved it. ed’s note: the new Emma film is very good

what first attracted you to Bellarke? what attracts you now? Well, frankly I was attracted to Bellarke fic before I liked them in the show. But some of the Modern AUs and some of the Canon Divergent AUs have power dynamics that really get me. I love fics where one of them is a king/queen or boss, and it takes time for them to fall in love, but the one with the power is gracious and caring and uses that to help the other. Even if it takes a while to get there, I guess kindness and compassion attract me. As does conflict resolution. To me, conflict is worth it if it gets a good resolution.

I also like other themes like loyalty, perseverance, transformation, epiphany and absolution.

In the show, season six hooked me.

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? I’m gonna answer this from a fic writer perspective. Honestly, I’d love to see season six Echo continue the road to absolution and end up with Gabriel (I mean, it’s a pipe dream, but Gecho, c’mon...). I’m okay with where she is in season seven, because I can’t control it. But it’s not what I would have done.

Roan/Echo is fav of mine.

I also would have loved to see Gina and Raven. Or more Gina/Bellamy. I really liked Gina.

As far as 100% actual ships, I liked Linctavia. I do like season seven, too. Although it feels like a totally different show.

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? I decided to because it allows me to use something unique for the good of others. I try for the most part to help others.

what’s your writing process like? Chaos.

Writing for me is like cracking open a coconut. It’s tough to get there, but once you do it doesn’t stop. And if you hit it too hard, the stuff just goes all over the place.

what are some things you’d like to recommend? In general? Umm... Calm Magnesium drink, it’s super relaxing. Like last night I started having all this anxiety and drank some. It calmed me down enough to sleep (also listened to the sound of a snowstorm and crackling fire).

I also recommend introspection and reflection. If you do that a lot, I recommend art or writing. Life is all about balance.

You can find @elora-lane here on Tumblr, or at their ao3 here. Request a fic written by her over at @bellarkefic-for-blm.

#bellarkefic4blm #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 fanfiction #bellarkefic for blm interviews

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madsotc · 4 years

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Thank you @frumpkino for tagging me in this!! so here’s 13 songs i’ve been listening to lately keeping in mind that my music taste is “make it sound vaguely folky and i’ll like it“

canyon moon - harry styles

se ti tagliassero a pezzetti - fabrizio de andré

july - noah cyrus, leon bridges

bullet - the ballroom thieves

anti-summersong - the decemberists

dear wormwood - the oh hellos

kill the ghost - motherfolk

come on eileen - dexys midnight runners

from this valley - the civil wars

old soul song - bright eyes

strawberry - paul baribeau

the spiritual - jukebox the ghost

queen bee - johnny flynn

i’m tagging @varminties and @reechietozier!!

#burbles.txt #music #i guess

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disisphlebotinum · 4 years

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The Librarian: Quest for the Spear

@mylifeeinfandoms made me want to watch The Librarians.

@dearemma recommended the first movie before I start the series so that this how it is going to play out. I’m excited.

Y’all really made me get Tubi to watch the movies first though. It’s lame they aren’t with the show on Hulu.

I haven’t seen Noah since ER. This is Is awesome. He is doing a good Daniel Jackson impression. Is he supposed to be this much of a ham? This whole monologue is something that like a joke show or movie within a movie. Very hard to take seriously.

I guess this has the same energy. It’s a weird entrance.

There is nothing wrong with a lifelong student. I wish I could be a life long student!

I already agree with Flynn. They don’t have the right to force him to be an adult if he is paying his tuition and making his grades. Also that professor is like 20 years younger than Flynn so maybe I should stop justifying him.

I recognize his Mom. And when I remember from where I am going to hate myself.

Flynn and I might be a little up our butts about books, but like we have a point.

I can’t tell if his mom is trolling him or not. “Don’t listen to the books if they tell you to set fires.”

This chick gives me Micah without having been in the secret service vibes. I like it. Is this a person we keep cause we like books, or just someone to point out that Flynn is weird to Flynn?

When Books Attack. Magic postcards appear.

I hope this is how I get my next job.

Damn. Everybody got magic postcards.

Flynn doing a Sherlock is weird, but I guess this what all the schooling was built for.

Basically the Library is Warehouse 13. But like even more organized.

I resent the implication that they were able to put the evil back in Pandora’s box.

Flynn is not the Once and Future King. Unless his middle name is Arthur I am not accept it.

Noah really seems like he is trying to have fun more than he trying to give a good performance.

Now for all the Anti-Vaping commercials. Cause Tubi.

His mom is a damn liar. She ain’t proud. She’s just doing a horrible impression of my parents.

Ninja’s taking over the Library?! Ain’t that the dead Librarian?

This movie really could have done with like another draft of the script, and maybe an extra rehearsal before filming.

I want the spear! I want to take over the world!

I’m pretty sure a three piece spear is also an episode in the first season of Agents of Shield.

They are doing so much side-eyeing at a chosen one trope. I just need it explained why.

Dude needs to stop thinking out loud. He is literally trying to protect secrets and what not.

I do miss Penny from Lost. I don’t remember her being this bitchy or logical.

I get that this guy doesn’t have adult interactions down. He should be smart enough to not be talking to everyone. He shouldn’t be hanging up his notes for other folk to see either. Fate of the world. Kind of weighty and he doesn’t seem to notice it. And then he leaves the notes unattended!!!!!!

Ninja!Penny. I really can’t wait until she has a name.

Flynn is like a cartoon character.

She could just take the book and go.

I want to memorize the Earth. I disagree with people telling Flynn he needs to get out. He should never leave the house again.

How has he not asked her name yet? Nicole? When did we establish she was Nicole?

This reminds me very much of the John and Aeryn dynamic in the beginning when she thought John had contaminated her.

Is Nicole trying to save him or kill him?

Why the fuck would he jump on the bridge?! New theory: Flynn is suicidal and trying to take the world with him.

HE DOES NOT GET TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF THEY KEPT MOVING AND HE DIDN’T FUCKING JUMP!

I kind of just want to know everything about Nicole. Her giving a proper shit about The Librarian gives me interest.

I like it when Flynn goes full nerd. That’s the sweet spot. I don’t like when Flynn goes full Sherlock.

Was Edward and Nicole a thing? Wow they answered that quickly. Cause I think Edward is our bad guy now.

Nicole looks pissed.

“She wants me” was both super uncomfortable, but the way it made her giggle was super cute.

I want to fix the white highlights in this chicks hair.

Slap the Librarian Day!

“I don’t like it when you smile” is my favorite part of this whole movie. The best part. “You’re about to do something dangerous.” Flynn is basically torture, but damn if he didn’t win me there.

I like Nerd!Flynn. Nerd!Flynn is just excited by being a nerd and it’s sweet. I want to keep this Flynn.

I like that this just turned into Indiana Jones, but with dorks.

I hate him too, Nicole.

So they waltz... What was the Mayan explanation for that though?

Ad break.

Edward didn’t even take a breath before he started being a dick.

I have so many questions about highlight girl. Do we get to keep her?

I wonder where Flynn’s mom thinks he is now? They’ve had to have been gone more than one day.

It’s interesting there are monks protecting this spear piece.

Wait.. did they just throw in a last minute portal?!

Wait... is this now James Bond? Legs just open? I mean... cool. I appreciate a fast burn.

You’re smiling. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. They won. No matter what they won. I like it. I want more.

Best day of Mom’s life. MY BOY IS GETTING LAID!

The dude said trust no one. Always too good to be true. Kind of want this to be another red herring.

So were those two guys just watching Flynn and Mr. Smart Guy through the tv the whole time.

Hail Hydra!

Yay, I might still get to keep Nicole? Nicole kinds of helps me like Flynn more.

Hail Hydra!

I really want to hear the story of how Kyle MacLachlan ended up in this movie.

I’m going to laugh and stan this show if he turns into an infant.

I want Nicole to smile.

There is something going on with me and highlight girl, but I’m happy for Nicole to keep her Geek.

“I danced with your girl” I don’t know how to feel about that.

It’s unrealistic that Edward hasn’t killed Flynn yet.

I love that it does come back to the first insane monologue at the beginning. I’m easy to win over like that.

And we’ve cataloged a new item for Warehouse 15.

Where is Nicole?

Three months later - WHERE IS NICOLE?

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

#DisLosesLibrarianVirginity

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isa-ghost · 5 years

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BATIM Egos AU Character List

EGOS:

Jackieboy Man (Jackie)

Marvin the Magnificent (Marvin)

Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein (Henrik)

Chase Brody

Jameson Jackson

**Anti appearing in the fic is not yet decided for sure, but I have ideas for if he does.

BATIM UNIVERSE CHARACTERS:

Shawn Flynn

Bendy

Alice Angel

**Also includes cameos from other staff/monsters, ie: Joey Drew, Wally Franks

OCs:

Alexander Cicero

Vicci Odonae

Julia Cicero

Clancy Hyles

Noah Rockfell

#egos and the ink machine

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potterandpromises · 5 years

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Timeless, Garcy, and Jessica Logan?

Timeless

Favorite character: hmmm… probably Lucy when it comes down to it.

Least Favorite character: I certainly don’t like Wyatt as much as the show wants me/expects me to–but if he was given a proper character arc I would like him. No one immediately jumps to mind who I absolutely despise… I’ll go with Nicholas Keynes.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Garcy, Riya, Wyjess, Emma x Jessica (not as like a healthy, longterm ship, but I think it’s an interesting idea to explore in fic) Denise x Michelle.

Character I find most attractive: this is a show full of attractive people and you expect me to pick just one? For shame. (Is another way of saying Idk)

Character I would marry: I wouldn’t marry any of them.

Character I would be best friends with: I think I’d get along pretty well with Jiya.

a random thought: I really do want a season 3 if we pick up from 2x10. Even though I don’t trust the writers anymore.

An unpopular opinion: I actually don’t think Amy should/should have been saved. I think the narrative is pointing toward Lucy accepting that Amy can’t be saved and that being another layer of her motivation to destroy Emma and Rittenhouse.

My Canon OTP: Garcy

My Non-canon OTP: I don’t have one.

Most Badass Character: there are a lot of badass characters but I’ll go with Flynn.

Most Epic Villain: Emma, I love Emma. She’s this completely irredeemable yet sympathetic villain. And she is fascinating; from her believe that a person’s worth comes only from their achievements to her willingness to justify anything to get what she wants; she is one of my favorite villains in anything I’ve encountered thus far.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Lucy/Wyatt. They needed each other in season one, but aside from Wyatt’’s actions after Jessica’s return (unhealthy and incredibly selfish). Lucy has outgrown Wyatt. He’s still the same dude as he was when they met, just with his issues pushed to the surface. Whereas Lucy has changed and groom a lot since the Hindenburg, since her time with Rittenhouse, since everything. And I don’t think Wyatt understands that at all. Plus even if that wasn’t the case, what do they really have in common?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): if we’re including the Christmas special? Literally all of them. Otherwise no one really jumps to mind–but I kind of wish we’d gotten more time with certain characters like Noah or Bam Bam. But I don’t know that that would actually benefit the story so much as I just like them.

Favourite Friendship: Flynn and Rufus. The two funniest characters in the show and you put them together? Magical.

Character I most identify with: I identify quite a bit with Lucy’s emotional state in season 2.

Character I wish I could be: errrrr, I don’t envy any of them.

Garcy

When I started shipping them: the beer scene, maybe? Definitely by the end of 2x06. I binge watched so I’m not sure exactly.

My thoughts: this beautiful, intense relationship built on friendship, respect, reading the other’s journal which was given to him by her in his darkest hour, being there for each other in the worst moments of their lives, and an unknown future together.

What makes me happy about them: s o f t, c o m f o r t, l o v e

What makes me sad about them: I suppose the ‘sad’ things about don’t make me feel that way exactly–but to answer the question that would be their separate beliefs they aren’t worthy of love.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: the opposite of the things I look for I guess? And this isn’t suspect to this ship but having the other characters ship it, like they don’t have lives outside of these two characters. Although I do find the ‘taking bets’ trope to be be funny under certain circumstances, depends on how it’s done.

Things I look for in fanfic: a sense of respect and deep affection.

My wishlist: like in terms of moments? A hug, a bridal carry, Lucy calling him Garcia to get his attention when he’s in a bad place, a proper São Paulo scene, Flynn saving her from the car accident she had in college, bed sharing, and a kiss all come to mind (and that’s just off the top of my head).

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Flynn doesn’t really have any other ships (aside from Lorena who he would not stay with if she were to be brought back). If not Flynn, I’d like Lucy to end up with a woman.

My happily ever after for them: I don’t see the 2.5 kids white picket fence life for them. With Flynn’s trauma and Lucy’s family issues I don’t see them planning on having kids–but if it ware to happen accidentally they would go with it. I envision them moving in together after the war and figuring out how to deal with jobs and trauma and this new life together. I also think they would have an undefined relationship for quite a long time. I’ll leave that there sense I have a partially written post-war fic and a few plot bunnies for others.

Jessica Logan

How I feel about this character: I think she has enormous potential.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Wyatt, and like I said earlier, her having a relationship with Emma would be an interesting thing to explore in the context of a future redemption arc.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I actually think it would be interesting to see her and Flynn interact. Obviously there are ill feelings there but I don’t think it would be completely lost on them that they aren’t all that different. They both believed in a cause and did bad things for it. The only difference is Flynn was correct all along while Jessica was groomed by a cult-like organization into believing hers.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I could go either way on whether or not she and Wyatt get together if she wore to have a redemption arc. Working out their issues for the sake of their child and ending up together would be interesting to see. But so would A functional divorced relationship.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: (ignoring the Christmas special). Even though her Rittenhouse ‘plot twist’ was obvious, I can ignore that if it were to lead to something interesting being done with her conflicting feelings related to Rittenhouse and Emma, the fact that she was groomed as a child, the fact she’s an anti-villain rather than a true villain. And I think a redemption arc would be perfect for that.

Favorite friendship for this character: she doesn’t really have any. She had one with Jiya but even if she were to join the team I don’t see them being friends in the same way again.

My crossover ship: I don’t really think much about crossover ships

#timeless #garcy #jessica logan

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thiefobviously-blog · 6 years

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Reasons why The Kissing Booth was a terrible movie

1. the idea that there are good men and bad men and women need the good men to protect them from the bad men (&themselves) -> this ideology shouldn’t even exist anymore. It’s stems from the 1800s and earlier when women didn’t have any rights to protect them so if they didn’t find a good husband they’d be on the street and likely raped and killed.

2. Dead mom and ditsy dad -> a way overused cliche, the mother has to be absent so that the teenage girl looks independent and mature +clueless father so she appears to be on her own, then she can be sexualized. Elle is sexualized throughout the entire movie.

3. Beauty and the Beast -> Elle is a beautiful girl who challenges society (“don’t tell me what to do” & this will be in my next point too) while Noah is the quiet, handsome, brute, who can’t help but get into fights, secretly really smart, rides a motorcycle

4. “don’t teLL ME WHAT TO DO” -> she said, right before she does the opposite of what he says, and then she does exactly what he says wtf

- ladies, if a guy ever hits his car and yells at you to get in, DON’T

> and DO NOT fuck him afterward

- let’s be honest, if a girl ran shirtless through a guys change room they’d probably do a lot worse than hoot and holler, she’d get gang raped

5. Elle, poor Elle -> they give you this female lead and she says all this girl power stuff so you believe she is a strong female character, but then she’s put in these traditional, sexist situations where she’s actually the complete opposite

- oh and women are so ditsy we can’t tell the women’s washroom from the men’s

6. Who would actually volunteer to do a kissing booth blindfolded???

7. Lee is a fake -> “you were the only thing that I had that he didn’t. Now he has that too.” So much for being her best friend, he totally just objectified her!!!!! Plus, why can’t he just be happy for his brother, why do they have to be rivals, that fight they have over Elle where she just cries was the second stupidest thing I’ve ever seen after this quote. Like fuck off Lee.

8. The OMGs -> a trio of mean, catty, fake girls, and ofc one of them has to be black. And naming them was ridiculous too. Plus, Mia would so not be popular in 2018 with her eyebrows like that

9. A list of minority characters in this movie: Gwenyth (the mean black girl), the Asian girl that looked like a kid with the crazy braces, two guys that MIGHT have been gay even though it wasn’t really represented. That’s all.

10. The Grand Gesture -> Noah Flynn was such a douche for cantering Elle out in front of everyone (including Lee) at prom. I’d personally hate being put under pressure like that, and isn’t that overdone yet Hollywood?

11. This scene was straight out of Seinfeld

In conclusion, The Kissing Booth was just behind with the times. I watched it with my Mom because a lot of girls of all different ages (I was recommended by a ten year old and an eighteen year old) said it was really good and cute. But there were so many times throughout the movie that my Mom and I just stopped and looked at each other because of these Redflags I listed above. I’m actually so sad that so many young girls thought this movie demonstrated a perfect relationship (as no relationships in this were good). I believe that every single one of us is smart and strong, and I just want to bring awareness to this. Girls, indulge yourselves in the feminist movement, in the LGBTQ+ movement, in any anti-racism movement, and more, because all of it affects you. And remember, you can be strong and badass if you want, you can be delicate and badass if you want, you can be both, you can be anything you want to be.

#the kissing booth #feminism #racism #women #lgbtq community #hollywood #movies #noah flynn #feminist #cliches

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randomfictionrants · 3 years

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The Kissing Booth, After series, 50 shades of Grey series, Twilight and 365 days are the worst movie franchises to ever exist. Agreed?

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diazpoems · 3 years

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Plot twist: Elle dumps Noah and Lee as friends, falls in love with a pretty girl at Harvard and avoids Noah like the plague, Marco gets a super sweet boyfriend, and they continue being gay besties and live happily ever after

#bear talks #the kissing booth 3 #elle evans #marco valentín peña #anti noah flynn #anti lee flynn #i thought ‘hey maybe I can endure these guys for once’#‘maybe i won’t have to solve all the problems in a movie by making it gay’#but nope #they just proved my point #the flynn brothers ain’t shit and everything is better when it’s gay

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smindersonfan · 6 years

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Dude, can you keep your anti-Flynn commentary off my posts please? There are other, more appropriate places for you to make those comments than on the post of someone who likes the character. Please follow basic tumblr etiquette.

For the record, I'm not anti-Flynn. However, the show Noah Wyle signed up for was more gruelling with schedules than John Larroquette's sitcom that he was doing. So it would've made more sense to kill Flynn than Jenkins.

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adapted-batteries · 6 years

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I’m so glad next week is just one episode...season 4 was not a good season to have doubled up...so much going on. Though with the day change from Sunday to Wednesday, I kind of appeciate having 7 episodes on my Christmas break because my writing club meets Wednesday nights at 7pm...I will skip for the finale though trust me, I couldn’t miss that.

Anyway, here’s my thoughts and rambles about “And the Bleeding Crown.”

First of all, kudos to all the old actors they got for this ep, they did great.

“Maybe this town is built on an old people grave yard” “...or...a graveyard…” Ezekiel’s face shows he realized how stupid that sounded.

When Cassandra mentions how she didn’t think she’d get to be old Ezekiel’s looks like his heart breaks a bit for her.

All of Flynn’s fanboy freakouts had me writing things like “God Flynn’s a dork” and “God Dare’s a dork” and “Dare is living it up having Flynn be a dork” and “Okay Flynn and Dare...either get a room or quit looking at each other Like That” so instead of repeating that for like half of this, just know all their interactions I was thinking this basically.

I wondered why Stone was slapping at his neck when Dare was like “[Stone’s name] is written on your shirt collar” but I just now realized it was cuz Flynn was looking to see if Dare was right”

Ezekiel’s face when Darington is like “The colony of Australia is still with us, good for you, keep it up!” is a mix of “what…” and “was Australia going to disappear?” Darrington’s tattoo is so cool though, everyone needs anti magic tattoos.

Okay but like why did they jump from being in the diner to a bar...but the flashback/view into the past thing for Ambrose’s cloning skill wouldn’t take that long to explain? Did they not eat at the diner? Love that Flynn made Darington a frilly cocktail though, and apparently everyone else too...and that Darington apparently sucks at making drinks. Also while Flynn told everyone that Dare was gonna die the next day, Dare was staring amazed at the coffee machine. Also Eve loves watching Flynn be a dork, it’s so great. That look across the pool table though...guys…

Love how Eve went from Cinderella to Ripley being her hero, and her parents. Kind of wish they let Cassandra have someone besides stereotypical Men of Science be her heroes, but I dunno I think she’d have the many ladies of science in high regards. Also, don’t mean to make you cry, but what if Stone’s childhood hero being his family dog was because his dog either saved him or gave him comfort when his dad was busy being an abusive drunk.

Okay Dare, having one example of siblings who tore the Library a part in the 5th century is not enough data that four unrelated Librarians with diverse but overlapping specialties would be an issue...of course Dare knows nothing about the lits or really Flynn so I guess he’s just being pessimistic to be safe. Also, I like to imagine Flynn and Dare frolicking through a meadow instead of running after that girl.

Okay but like they know better than to go into a creepy warehouse with music playing...guys...come on.

It makes my day to know Flynn learned the Librarian Incantation from Dare...and then they proceed to be dorks and shove together into the doorway. Also they were standing entirely too close in that house with the electricity shut off to be looking at each other like that and Flynn be a dork again gosh.

Okay but Noah looked like he was about to laugh at the aged lits and Eve when it cut to Flynn running through the back door.

The way old!Cassandra dismisses Stone’s history rambling with her hand is like he’s been doing that a lot already...was he doing that the whole way to the backdoor?

Jenkins is #done about Dare being that way with the lits being Librarians. Like come on the lits are some of the most curious people...who completely dropped the “no magic pact” to go save the day...some outside thing would have to seriously interfere to make them war over the Library.

Stop fanning the flame that is Flynn’s anxiety Dare I wanna smack you so much for doing that.

Okay but Ambrose is sort of hot...if he wasn’t a villan and all…no wonder Dare keeps wanting to fight him. Honestly though Ambrose and Darington low key get off on fighting each other and Flynn picked up on that weird tension so quickly...like Ambrose gets all dominant and relaxed in posture and then Dare tilts his head up, baring his neck in a submissive posture what even (I mean technically he was looking up at Ambrose from the top of the loft thing but he did the head tilt after he was already looking up with just his eyes).

I love how Ambrose went to all this trouble to try to kill Dare with magic but honestly he could’ve just stabbed him if he really wanted him dead...guess he wanted to...drain him dry eh? I’M SORRY I HAD TO THERE’S TO MUCH HOMOEROTIC TENSION GOING ON

Why does Flynn try to break the glass with the blunt end of the crowbar? Surely he’d know that the other end would work better to break glass.

All the yelling while sword fighting...and Ambrose grabbing Darrington’s hand…I think you and Dare need a room Ambrose...but like also Flynn and Dare too.

“They don’t matter, only the Library ever mattered” You can see the disappointment when Flynn realized Dare was not worth saving so much as the lits and Eve were.

Okay but Darrington stalling by reminiscing really reminded me of Dirk Gently, especially the whole “My friends are!” line.

Two Librarians, sitting on the main table in the Annex, a book’s width apart cuz they’re definitely gay.

“My honor, and pleasure, to serve you one last time” aka Jenkins code for “please don’t do any more time traveling I’m tired of you.”

Aw Flynn felt all good he changed Dare’s life, then Dare just had to leave him that stupid ass note basically guilting him into making the lits leave by saying it was “his dying wish.” But also “I never stopped thinking about you” that’s gay Darington...just admit it.

Well, that episode was a ride...and I hate seeing Flynn continually get more and more doubtful because of all these loners shouting at him. As always, feel free to message me about the Librarians!

#flynn rambles #the librarians #the librarians season 4 #the librarians spoilers #and the bleeding crown

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Dialogue(quote) Writing Prompts

Imagine Writing Prompts

Who do I write about?

Brendon Urie:

Imagine talking with Brendon over Face-time

Imagine Brendon being on radio and has been saying some stuff about you and you call in and he realize you heard it all

Imagine dating Brendon and him playing around and being all cute and funny

Jack Wilder(NYSM):

Imagine playing video games with Jack

Brooklyn Nine-Nine ;

Amy Santiago:

Imagine Amy’s reaction to her asking you out and you saying yes

Jake Peralta:

Imagine always joking around with Jake

Doctor Who;

The 9th Doctor (Christopher Eccleston):

Imagine The 9th Doctor hearing you talk bad about yourself

The 10th Doctor (David Tennant):

25“Please, don’t leave.” 28 “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

The 11th Doctor (Matt Smith):

Imagine telling you boyfriend, The Doctor, that you’re pregnant

Imagine inviting you boyfriend, The Doctor, to a dinner with your friends

Imagine the look on The Doctor’s face the first time he sees you

Imagine getting new glasses but you don’t think you look good in them so The Doctor helps you

Imagine trying to study and The Doctor encouraging you

53 & 17 with 11th Doctor x reader “I almost lost you.” “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

Imagine dating The Doctor and getting mad when Amy kisses him

Gotham;

Jim Gordon:

Imagine Jim complimenting you

Grimm;

Nick Burkhardt:

Imagine cuddling with Nick on the sofa after a long day

Harry Potter;

Draco Malfoy:

Imagine being sassy to Draco and he likes it

Imagine Draco sending you notes in class

Drarry:

Drarry moments

Hermione Granger:

Imagine being jealous that Hermione is dating Ron because you like her

Imagine going on a date with Hermione

Justice League;

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince):

Imagine kissing Diana

Lucifer (fox);

Lucifer Morningstar:

Imagine Lucifer showing you his real eyes

Marvel;

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier):

Imagine going to homecoming with Bucky

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow):

Imagine training with Nat for the first time and she’s flirting with you

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)(Tom Holland):

Imagine finding out that Peter is Spider-Man

Tony Stark (Iron Man):

Imagine Tony telling you he’s Iron Man

Merlin;

Arthur:

Imagine Gwaine showing off to you and Arthur gets jealous

Imagine seeing Arthur kiss Gwen even though he’s dating you

Gwaine:

Imagine Gwaine asking you out and you say yes

Imagine Gwaine being jealous

Leon:

Imagine dating Leon and being sassy to Gwaine

Merlin:

Imagine Merlin knowing that you love when he raises his eyebrows so he does it all the time

Imagine Merlin hearing that you got hurt

Imagine Arthur figuring out that Merlin likes you

Once Upon A Time;

Emma Swan:

Imagine Emma throwing you a surprise birthday party at Granny’s

Killian Jones/Hook:

Imagine Hook coming to your rescue when you’ve been kidnapped

Peter Pan:

Imagine Peter checking you out

Regina Mills/Evil Queen:

Imagine telling Regina that you like her… a lot

One Day At A Time;

Elena Alvarez:

Imagine going with Elena to homecoming

Scorpion;

Toby Curtis:

Imagine introducing Toby to your friends

Shadowhunters(TMi);

Izzy Lightwood:

Imagine Izzy telling Simon and Jace that she got your number after she heard them arguing about who was gonna ask you out

Sherlock;

Sherlock Holmes:

Imagine John finding out that Sherlock and you are dating

Supernatural;

Castiel:

Imagine you and Cas fighting and Cas gets sad

Dean Winchester:

Imagine Dean teasing you about how you look when you fangirl

Imagine wanting go with Dean on a hunt but he says no

Imagine Demon Dean having a soft spot for you

Imagine Dean getting jealous when someone flirts with you

18 with Dean x reader “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

Gabriel:

Imagine Gabriel listening to you complaining about how bored you are

Jensen Ackles:

Imagine Jensen and Jared on set trying to make you laugh

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set #2

Imagine Jensen flirting with you while on set

Lucifer:

Imagine telling Sam and Dean that you are dating Lucifer

Imagine Lucifer meeting you for the first time and instantly falling in love

Sam Winchester:

Imagine telling stupid jokes to Sam while he’s doing research

Imagine Sam asking you out

Teen Wolf;

Derek Hale:

Imagine Derek trying to tell Stiles you’re dating

Imagine Scott talking to you about Derek

Imagine having a movie night with Derek

Imagine Derek’s reaction the first time he meets you

Imagine yours and Derek’s first time

Imagine making Derek laugh and Stiles is very confused

Scott McCall:

Imagine telling Scott jokes in class

Sterek:

A conversation between Stiles and Scott

Stiles Stilinski:

Imagine Stiles asking you out on a date and you say yes

Imagine Stiles always complementing you because he knows you have low self-esteem

Imagine walking home late at night and texting Stiles

Imagine asking Stiles out on a date

Theo Raeken:

Imagine Theo flirting with you while you’re trying to help him study for a test

The Flash;

Barry Allen:

Imagine Barry being really protective over you

Grant Gustin:

Imagine Grant sending you snapchats

The Kissing Booth;

Noah Flynn:

Imagine Noah checking you out while you’re in the library reading

The Vampire Diaries;

Damon Salvatore:

Imagine Damon finding out you have a crush on him

Imagine buying kittens and Damon starts to cuddle with them

Imagine Stefan meeting you(Damon’s girlfriend) for the first time

Imagine Damon trying to ask you out

Jeremy Gilbert:

Imagine Elena finding out you’re dating her brother Jeremy

Imagine your older brother Damon finding out you’re dating Jeremy

Imagine your older brother Stefan finding out you’re dating Jeremy

The Originals;

Klaus Mikaelson:

Imagine Klaus flirting with you

Imagine taking a stroll in the city with your boyfriend Klaus

Rebekah Mikaelson:

Imagine going on a date with Rebekah

YouTube;

Dan Howell(Danisnotonfire):

Imagine Phil walking in on you and Dan in the bedroom

Imagine being on your period and Dan coming in and seeing you cry

Imagine trying to get Dan and Phil to wear flower crowns and they finally agree

Imagine Phil confronting Dan about liking you and Dan just laughs it off but Phil knows

Imagine Phil teasing Dan about his face when he sees you

Imagine bumping in to your ex on the street while shopping with Dan and him flirting with you, making Dan very jealous

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and noticing that you’re watching #1

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and noticing that you’re watching #2

Imagine making Dan laugh while he’s filming

Imagine Dan and Phil being out in public and Dan is goofing around and then he sees you

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and he hears you singing “Kiss me” by Ed Sheeran

Imagine Dan having a nightmare about you two breaking up and realizing that it wasn’t a dream

Imagine Dan trying to get you to bed

Imagine Dan hearing you talk about hot you think Draco is and he gets jealous and tries to look like him

Imagine going on a road trip with Dan, Phil and some other Youtubers

Imagine Dan always playfully flirting with you (even though he’s being completely serious)

Imagine being mad at Dan for something and he tries to cute his way out of it

Imagine laughing at a really stupid joke and heart-eyes Howell appears

Imagine you coming in while Dan’s talking to someone

Imagine being with Dan at Joe’s house while they film Youtuber Whispers 4

Imagine being with Dan at an interview

Imagine Dan and Phil filming PINOF 6 and Dan trying to make you laugh

Imagine talking to Phil about what you and Dan did last night and almost sharing a bit too much

Imagine skyping with Dan and him doing stupid stuff to make you laugh

Imagine telling really bad puns and jokes just to make Dan laugh

Imagine having a staring contest with Dan and making him laugh so you’ll win

Imagine Dan finally admitting to you that he likes you

Imagine Dan trying to deny to Phil that he likes you

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and getting asked if he thinks you’re hot and then him seeing you are watching

Imagine playing “Hello Internet” for Dan just to mess with him

Dan Seeing you for the first time vs. when you’ve been dating for a while

Imagine your text conversation with your best friend

Imagine skyping with Dan and friends and he falls in love instantly.

Imagine your first kiss with Dan

Imagine falling asleep in a Skype call with dan and him hearing you snore

Imagine your text conversation with Dan when he’s sleeping and you’re not

Imagine vlogging your day with Dan

Imagine celebrating Christmas with Dan

Phan:

Imagine Dan and Phil’s texting conversations #1

Imagine Dan and Phil’s texting conversations #2

Imagine Dan and Phil baking in private

Imagine walking in on Dan and Phil kissing

Imagine Dan and Phil introducing you to their new dog

Phil Lester(Amazingphil):

Imagine the advice Phil gives you when you’re mad at your friends

Imagine you and Phil kissing for the first time

Imagine Phil trying to cheer you up when you’re sad

Imagine Dan being Phil’s wingman

Imagine Phil sending snapchats to you while he’s filming

Imagine skyping with Phil and roasting him

Imagine Phil doing a live stream and talking about how you two met

Ethan Nestor(Crankgameplays):

Imagine acting jealous whenever Mark or Tyler does something to Ethan

Imagine watching Ethan play a game and he keeps dying

Imagine giving Ethan a flower crown

Imagine Ethan getting flustered every time someone mentions you

Imagine telling Ethan jokes

Imagine Facetiming with Ethan

Jacksepticeye(Anti):

Imagine Jack trying to encourage you to do homework. But when you ask for help he has no idea how

Imagine being a YouTuber and being best friends with Mark, Séan and Felix

Imagine Anti flirting with you

Imagine telling Jack jokes

Imagine playing games with Jack and killing him

Incorrect Jacksepticeye #1

Joe Sugg(Thatcherjoe):

Imagine watching Joe fix his hair before a video

Markiplier(Dark):

Imagine talking with Markiplier on Skype (when it’s actually Darkiplier)

Imagine being a dancer and Mark is always trying to show you he can dance too(even though he can’t)

Imagine playing games with Markiplier

Signe(Wiishu):

Imagine going out on adventure with Signe

Thomas Sanders:

Imagine doing Thomas’ makeup

Smosh;

Anthony Padilla:

Imagine being on a date with Anthony

Ian Hecox:

Imagine skyping with Ian

Smosh Games;

Damien Haas:

Imagine dating Damien and playing ‘Human: Fall flat’ with Smosh Games

Smosh squad;

Shayne Topp:

Imagine Shayne introducing his girlfriend

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i know you [i walked with you once upon a dream]: four

Post-1x16 canon divergence. When Lucy Preston, a history professor at Stanford University, is visited by a strange man who tells her that her entire world is a lie, she is drawn into a mystery more dangerous than she could have dreamed, and a hunt for a past she can’t remember. But who, or what, is she going to find – or lose – along the way?

chapter three/AO3

Lucy spends the rest of the afternoon searching up and down for Lorena. She supposes that the thing to do would be to find the local police precinct and file a missing person report, but she can’t help but wonder if that would make it worse. It doesn’t seem at all likely that Lorena was actually intending to just pop out to the shop and has somehow forgotten to come back, but. . . Lucy doesn’t speak Croatian, would already be identified by the barista as the stranger who came in looking for Lorena, is evidently also known as the woman Lorena’s estranged husband wouldn’t shut up about, Lorena assumed she was there to flaunt their new relationship in her face, and Garcia Flynn is clearly, to say the least, a man with a checkered history. Lucy’s not a cop, but she doesn’t need to be to see how bad it looks. Like she distracted Lorena so Flynn could arrive, put a bag over her head, throw her in a car boot, and otherwise make sure the divorce was final, or that Lucy herself killed her, slipped rat poison in her tea while her back was turned and then had to scramble to hide the body, or. . . she doesn’t know. None this is of course what happened, but Lucy has heard of the Amanda Knox case. She’s not about to take chances with being a young American woman accused of murder in a foreign country, where all the evidence already helpfully points in her direction.

Finally, though, she decides that however suspicious it might look to bring this to the police’s attention, it will be several orders of magnitude worse if she doesn’t, and she didn’t come all this way just to shrug and head back to Stanford when a woman is missing. A woman who has a young daughter, and who was, if anything in Flynn’s deranged version of events is true, was at least targeted, if not killed, by a shadowy crime syndicate of some kind that clearly has no problems playing dirty. The obvious difficulty, of course, is that they might then feel perfectly entitled to do the same to Lucy, but before she left Istanbul, she sent an email to Amy explaining that she had just made a big mistake, and done exactly what she shouldn’t have. If for any reason she hasn’t gotten back or made contact in three days, Amy should call the police, the papers, and otherwise make a stink. These bastards (because Lucy at least cannot deny that there is something going on here) are not going to get away with vanishing her without a trace.

It takes her a while, but she finally finds a station and a cop who speaks English, and makes her report. The basic details are simple enough, but they quickly run into trouble with anything more. “How exactly did you know the victim, Mrs. Preston?”

“It’s Ms., just Ms. Preston.” Lucy has spent a lot of time recently correcting people on her title. She isn’t so full of herself as to insist on being addressed as Dr. Preston outside an academic setting, and she does have on an engagement ring, so it’s a logical assumption about her marital status. She almost wonders if she’s made a mistake insisting so swiftly that she’s not, if perhaps she should have thought to take it off. Lorena already thought Flynn up and ran off to randomly marry her one day, and to judge from the look on the cop’s face, at least part of that idea has also occurred to him. “And I – I didn’t really know her. Her husband came to visit me at Stanford – California, in the States, Stanford University, I’m a professor there. You can call and check if you want. Anyway, he – he wasn’t making much sense. I thought he might not be well. He mentioned Lorena’s name, so I tracked her down on Facebook and I flew, uh, I flew here.”

The cop raises an eyebrow. “That is quite a favor to do for a stranger, Mrs. Preston.”

“It’s – ” Lucy bites her tongue. The more she points that out, the more he’s going to think she’s hiding something, more than he clearly already does. This of course is the truth, but she can hear how utterly flimsy it sounds. “It was. . . it was an unusual encounter.”

The cop flips to a new page in his notepad. “Unusual how? Can you give me the details of what this man Flynn said or did to you?”

Lucy watches his face, to see if that name is any more familiar to him than he’s letting on, but she can’t tell. And there is, of course, no way to condense anything of what happened on an otherwise unremarkable Monday morning into something that won’t spawn a hundred more questions with progressively more impossible answers. “He. . . wanted my help. With a research project he was doing. He had a few dates in history, places where he had dug up some interesting stuff and wanted me to take a look.”

“And you don’t know why he chose you to approach, of all the history professors in America.”

“No.”

“Which dates were these?”

“1754, colonial America, something to do with the French-Indian War.” Where that comes from, Lucy doesn’t know. It startles her. “And Houston 1969, the Apollo 11 moon landing, and – and Washington 1972. The Watergate scandal.”

“Ah,” the cop says. “So he’s a conspiracy theorist, yes? To prove the moon landing did not happen, anti-government paranoia, this kind of thing?”

“I. . . I don’t know. It was a short meeting. I didn’t think I’d be able to help him.”

“But it left enough of an impression on you that you decided to go find his wife?”

Lucy doesn’t have any idea how to answer that. Not when this makes no sense even to her. “I wanted to help them,” she repeats, steadily as she can. If she talks about secret agents and dead drops and strange phone calls and everything else, she is definitely in for an unpleasantly close-range inspection of Croatia’s formerly-Soviet justice system, which isn’t likely to be a good time. “Their daughter, is she all right? She must be home from school or wherever by now. I don’t want her sitting alone, wondering where her mother is.”

“The girl is staying with a neighbor. They phoned to report Mrs. Flynn missing shortly before you arrived.” The cop considers her again. “Are you familiar with the daughter?”

“No, I’ve never met her.” Lucy twists her fingers in her lap. For the oddest and most inexplicable moment, she had some kind of – flashback, hallucination, memory, what? Reading a file. Something about Flynn’s family. Something related to something he did in 1969 – but how does that even make sense? He’s probably in his mid-forties if she had to guess, he would either not yet be born in 1969, or only a very small child. Even more bewildering and alarming is Lucy’s momentary conviction that she was there too. In 1969, when she definitely wasn’t born. The moon landing. She just mentioned that, not knowing why. Jesus, what is happening to her?

It must show on her face somehow, and this, obviously, is not the thing to convince the cop of her status as a reliable, sane, well-balanced, and definitely not-murdery individual, and he briefly looks as if he’s thinking about keeping her for more. But it seems he can’t do that without formally arraigning her or filing a charge of some kind, and there is nothing concrete to do so with. “Very well, Mrs. Preston. While this is going on, it is a good idea that you do not try to leave Croatia. We will have to find you if we have more questions.”

“I – I have a job, I need to be back by Monday – ”

The cop gives her a look that clearly says that if she didn’t want to fuck up her life, maybe she shouldn’t have jaunted off here and whacked the wife of the man she may or may not be illicitly involved with. But after Lucy signs an affidavit (all the alarm bells going off in her head about signing documents you don’t understand without a lawyer present, but not seeing any other way she’s going to be allowed to leave tonight) she is finally released, not feeling at all better about that decision than she did at the start. She could call Noah, especially if she might be about to need bail money, see what the dollar-to-euro exchange rate is going at these days, but. . . as much as she tries to wrestle away her inexplicable reluctance to do it, she can’t. She still can’t remember when exactly they got together, or how. These gaps and flashes in her memory, as if someone has taken a pair of scissors, cut out bits, and badly stitched in others, are terrifying.

Pulling up her hood against the chilly evening wind off the water, Lucy starts to walk. She has no idea where exactly she is going. There has to be a cheap and reasonably non-skeevy guesthouse around here somewhere, and considering her current circumstances, she really does not want to be alone on the streets after dark – especially as a young woman in a foreign country where she doesn’t speak the language. It’s hard to feel more vulnerable, and she reaches into her purse in search of the pepper spray she usually keeps in there, in case she needs it. Then she remembers, of course, that she had to throw it away going through security at SFO, and groans out loud. Bang-up job, TSA. Really keeping America and its citizens safe.

She should at least buy a cheap phone of some sort. Is anywhere still open? She doesn’t want to get socked with international roaming charges every time she turns on her own, even just to use the wifi, and besides, it would be detrimental to her aims of avoiding contact with her worried family. This is so unlike Lucy, the girl who always asked permission to go anywhere in high school and actually worried about breaking her curfew, that she has to wonder if she has somehow had a personality transplant. All these flitting, ghostlike half-memories, the inability to remember the most intimate details of her life or Noah’s. . . like she’s changed bodies with someone, like another version of herself. Or in other words, exactly what it sounded like Flynn was talking about, and she thought he was crazy, the first time they met. And according to him, the last. Of course he’s disappeared, right when she needs to actually talk to him, right when Lorena has too, when –

Just then, headlights fall over the street, a car rattles down the cobblestones, and slows next to Lucy. The window hums down. “Dr. Preston?”

It’s a woman’s voice, American. Yes, because this has not happened nearly enough in recent days, a random stranger wants to talk to her. At least this one has gotten the title right. In the low glow of the streetlight, Lucy can see that she’s older, silver-streaked black hair tidily cut to her shoulders, dark eyes, and a commanding manner. “Dr. Preston,” she says again. “Is that you?”

Lucy debates making a run for it, not that she can outstrip a car on foot, and this is not a wise thing to do when she is already the prime suspect in a missing-person case. But she somehow trusts this newcomer more than she did the other ones, and she isn’t exactly overflowing on options to start with. After a moment, she turns. “Yes?” she says warily.

“Agent Denise Christopher.” The woman holds out a hand. “I’m with Homeland Security. You can get into the car, Lucy, it’s all right. You’ve had an eventful few days, haven’t you?”

Lucy balks. “Have you been following me?”

“We had someone keep an eye on you when you left San Francisco, yes. Why don’t you get in, and we’ll talk.”

Never get into a car with someone you don’t know, the fourth-grade “Stranger Danger” VHS tape drones unhelpfully in Lucy’s head. But Agent Christopher doesn’t look like a hitman (or rather, hitwoman) – not that that means anything, as she probably wouldn’t. And Lucy is tired, sore, shaken, very confused, and very much in need of an answer or five.

She gets into the car.

Denise – Agent Christopher, why did she seem familiar, first-name, for a moment? – smiles and swings behind the wheel, evidently pleased that Lucy decided not to make this difficult. Lucy glances into the back seat, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone else there, just them. Agent Christopher shifts into gear, and they roll down the street to the main ring road, then out onto the motorway. They are clearly going somewhere, and Lucy bites back the inane impulse to object that she isn’t supposed to leave Croatia. She still somehow fears getting into more trouble, though that event horizon seems to have been passed a while ago, and all of this is so utterly, unrelentingly bizarre that she has finally given up fighting it, is just going to have to throw up her hands and go with it. Alice woke up eventually, and discovered that Wonderland was just a dream. Lucy only hopes she’ll get to do the same.

At last, when they have been driving for almost forty minutes and have left Dubrovnik well behind, Agent Christopher speaks. “Do you know Garcia Flynn?”

Lucy had a hunch that question might be coming, and she still has no idea how to answer it. She mulls her words carefully. Christopher wouldn’t be asking that unless she already knew that Lucy met and spoke to him, and denying it outright is clearly not going to work. At last she says neutrally, “He seems to think I did.”

Christopher glances at her swiftly sidelong. It’s difficult to say if this was the answer she expected or not. “Do you want to confirm that you saw him in the morning of Monday, February 20? On the Stanford University campus, I believe?”

“I. . .” Lucy is getting tired of law enforcement officers thinking she’s in cahoots with this nutjob. “Fine. Yes. He came to visit me. We spoke briefly. Then he left.”

“Did you know that Garcia Flynn is wanted by the United States government, on suspicion of unprecedented terrorist activities and connections?”

That catches Lucy like a bag of rocks across the midsection. She should have guessed, and indeed she had more than an inkling that something like this was the case, but maybe she really has had an unfathomably lucky escape. “Unprecedented?”

“Yes. This isn’t just a matter of blowing up a building or driving a truck through a crowd or gunning down some innocent people on a beach or anything like that. This man is a danger to our very existence.”

“What – what is he supposed to have done?”

“That,” says Agent Christopher, “is the difficult part.”

“I work at Stanford. I’m pretty sure I can handle difficult.”

Again, that oblique sidelong glance. “So you don’t have any idea?”

“Would I be asking if I did?” Lucy’s frustration shows in her voice. She can’t help it.

“I suppose not.” Christopher overtakes a dawdler in the fast lane. “It’s complicated, because strictly speaking, we can’t prove any of it. But in the short version, he was responsible for destroying a unique, priceless, and irreplaceable machine made by a company called Mason Industries, in – you’ve heard of them?”

“I.” Lucy swallows. “I only saw the newspaper article. He – Flynn – asked me if I know someone named Rufus Carlin. I don’t.”

One of Christopher’s dark brows arches. “Rufus Carlin, in fact, shared some very disturbing data with Connor Mason, the CEO and founder of the company, and the inventor of the machine that Flynn destroyed. As a result, this data made its way to my colleagues and myself in Homeland Security, and believe me when I say that the apprehension of Garcia Flynn is now the highest-priority case on the entire federal counter-terrorism docket. If you have any idea or lead on his whereabouts, now would be the time to share it.”

“I don’t,” Lucy insists, with something close to panic. “I don’t know where he is.”

Christopher evaluates her a moment more, finally decides that she’s telling the truth. Then she says, “Well, as it happens, we might. It seems he has an older half-brother named Gabriel Thompkins –which is strange, we went through his files several times and there was never any mention of him before. It’s like he just appeared out of thin air. At any rate, he lives in Paris. Given Flynn’s recent pattern of trying to make contact with a list of personal or family targets, we think he might next attempt to check in on Gabriel. But this man is trained and dangerous, backed into a corner, and is certainly expecting to be tailed, as well as prepared for a fight. We need an incentive for him to show himself, draw him out of cover, and put him off his guard.”

“And?” Lucy doesn’t like where this is going. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Come now, Lucy.” Agent Christopher exits the motorway onto a country road, takes a few turns. It’s only as they pass through a jungle of barbed wire onto a dark airstrip, with a private jet sitting on the tarmac, that Lucy realizes they must be at some kind of hidden black site, and that that, right there, is their ride. “Do you really think he’s going to miss the opportunity to talk to you?”

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Paris, France – City of Lights, home of poets and artists, legendary romantic destination, etc. etc. – is a fucking shithole.

To be fair, Garcia Flynn’s current low opinion of the place might directly and inversely correlate to his level of anxiety about why he’s here at all, and the unpleasant encounter he just had with so-called French customer service (he hates to stereotype, especially as someone from Eastern Europe who gets plenty of that himself, but sometimes it just fits). He has been trying for the last forty-five minutes to see if his brother is here or not, not even sure if he wants to find him, existing in a sort of terrified exhilaration and mind racing too fast to wrap around the consequences. This, he supposes, is what he gets for shooting scientists, instead of asking their advice on what destroying the Mothership might do to reality. But he remembers Anthony, at one point, describing the space-time continuum as similar to a piece of chewed gum. Pull on it from either end, and it first starts to split in the middle. That’s where reality is starting to tear back into what already happened, the changes that Flynn and the trio made, despite the attempt to reset it to the original template by saving his family. He’s been keeping an eye on history, and 1969 – that was about the middle of the expeditions that they went on, yes. That’s about where the hasty patch job would start to pull out its stitches. The official account of the moon landing has suddenly altered, explaining how there was a mysterious attack on NASA’s computers and Katherine Johnson helped save the day. And that means the other change Flynn made back then, saving his half-brother’s life, might have returned into history as well.

Flynn can’t help but think of the fact that if the rips are going to start cascading back into existence, like a chain of knocked-over dominoes, that means everyone who is alive and present right now who shouldn’t be – Lorena, Iris, Anthony, Lucy’s sister Amy, just to name a few – is going to start disappearing, depending on when the correction hits. If his half-brother is back, that means it’s happening. That means this time, there is no Mothership to fix it, and trying again might just make the temporal destabilization even worse, riddle it with holes and contradictions until the entire thing collapses, like a sand castle gutted by the waves. That means that he might lose his family again, right before his eyes, with absolutely no way to stop it.

Flynn swears, banging his fist against the wall of the telephone booth, as a few passersby give him a funny look and walk faster. It’s already bad enough that he has pissed off Rittenhouse to a degree unseen in the organization’s sordid history, that they’ve warned him to stay away from his family and Lucy and everyone else, and yet he needs to do something, he needs to warn them. He doesn’t dare go back to Dubrovnik, as the place is probably saturated with agents already, happy to shoot Lorena and Iris through a long-range sniper rifle if he so much as shows his face, but he thinks madly that if he could just kill those ones, the ones threatening them now, then they’d be safe, they’d be –

For another, oh, five minutes. Until Rittenhouse sends more. Sends their entire fucking private army.

Is he planning to shoot those too, and think there will be no retribution?

It never stops.

Fingers shaking, he dials the directory again, waiting. It takes a while, but this time he finally gets an address for a Gabriel Thompkins. It’s in a tony, upscale part of the city, second arrondissement, not far from the Louvre. He slams down the phone and pulls his jacket straight, checking that it covers his sidearm – he is really not in the mood to be dragged into the gendarmerie just now – and starts to move fast. What he’s going to say, if anything, he has no idea. I’m your half-brother, who technically you never met, because you died before I was born? Is it possible this is like a badly tuned radio, and Gabriel will flicker out of existence again before he gets there, reality caught between two competing parameters, battling to decide which one is going to take precedence? Jesus. What has he done.

Flynn makes it across the city in record time, turning into the narrow street, shoving past the inevitable brigade of Vespas, delivery vans, and sidewalk café chairs, up to the flat. He rings the bell, looks behind him shiftily, and then hammers on the door. Someone shouts something that sounds unflattering from the second-floor balcony (Flynn’s French isn’t quite as good as his Spanish, but more than sufficient in this case). “Come on,” he growls under his breath. “Don’t you need to go get your single espresso and smoke your cigarette and read Le Monde?”

His interesting ideas about what constitutes a typical Parisian’s life aside, this does in fact get a response. There are footsteps in the hall behind, and the door opens. “Oui? Puis-je vous aider?”

Flynn opens his mouth, then shuts it, because he’s momentarily spellbound. It’s looking at himself, about ten years older. Dark hair considerably shot through with silver, square glasses, smile lines, sweater and corduroys. Gabriel Thompkins looks like a retired college professor or a successful novelist, the kind of man who has spent his life creating things, not tearing them down. There is a wedding ring on his finger. He has a family. A good life. Flynn remembers jabbing a shot of epinephrine into a small boy’s arm, a muggy July day in 1969, looking into his younger mother’s face, telling her that he only ever remembered her being sad. That he wanted to fix it. It was good to see you again. He tries to answer, but he can’t. It sticks raw.

“Can I help you?” Thompkins repeats, this time in English, as if Flynn might not have understood the first time. His brow creases, as it’s not every day a shifty-eyed stranger who looks very much like you turns up in a fluster on your doorstep. “You look – sir, have we. . . have we met?”

“A long time ago,” Flynn says by reflex. He still feels punched. “I – I can’t really explain, I’m sorry. I just – I probably should not have come.” He wants to ask, wants to know what it was like to grow up with their mother, happy, but doesn’t know if Gabriel’s memory includes him or not. He doesn’t know how this works. Lorena and Iris only remembered three years of his absence. “I – I’m sorry for bothering you. If someone comes by, you – I was not here.”

With that, leaving Thompkins utterly baffled, Flynn whirls on his heel and retreats, thinking far too late that he’s likewise pointed out someone else for Rittenhouse to target, that if a team of commandos arrive tonight to drag Thompkins out of his tidy flat and shoot him in the head, there will be nobody to point the finger at but himself. He blunders down the Rue Bachaumont in complete distraction, half-seriously thinking of jumping into the Seine to put an end to this unqualified disaster, this burning dumpster fire, that is his life. They ordered him to disappear, and perhaps that is the only helpful thing left for him to do. Will that buy his family’s safety, once his corpse washes up in some river grate weeks from now and they have to identify him by his dental records? From Rittenhouse, perhaps. But if the timeline keeps buckling in under the weight of its contradictions, if people disappear and reappear, if –

Flynn turns the corner, and walks straight into Lucy Preston.

Shock is not a sufficient word for either of their reactions. They collide, start into the usual apologies for knocking heads with a stranger, then stagger backward, get a good look at each other, and blanch. Neither of them appear capable of thought or movement or speech. Then Flynn grabs her by both wrists, jerks her bodily off the sidewalk, swings her around under the cover of a low market awning, and hisses, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Belatedly, it occurs to him that if he wants to convince her of his noble intentions, this is a piss-poor way to start, and it would not be best for someone to see it and get the wrong impression (and, he supposes grimly, this isn’t the first time he’s kidnapped her). She pulls at his hands, trying to loosen his grip, and he lets her down. The two of them are still standing close together in the small space, and he feels an odd lurch in his stomach as their eyes lock. She takes a moment to catch her breath; if she was expecting to run into him here, clearly it was not nearly that dramatically. Then she says, “We need to talk.”

“Do we?” Flynn glances edgily over his shoulder again.

“Yes.” He has to give her credit, she doesn’t back down or flinch, staring him in the eye, which sometimes not even grown men have been able to manage. “And we don’t have much time. Is it true? Are you – ” She hesitates, but only briefly. “Are you a terrorist?”

That’s quite the icebreaker to go for, Flynn thinks. Though he does, by any objective metric, deserve it. He knows she doesn’t remember, but he has a brief moment of useless longing for when that meant she would touch his hand gently and tell him she was sorry for his loss, not revert to seeing him as the hulking monster determined to wreak havoc on her nice ordinary normal world. “Who have you been talking to, Lucy?”

“People.” She looks at him defiantly. “And they’re here. In Paris. Looking for you. They’re using me as bait to try to draw you out. They’ll be here soon.”

“Wh – ” Flynn’s hand goes by reflex to his gun. He grabs Lucy by the wrist again and pulls her backward into the crammed alley, her ending up almost against his chest. “Who’s looking for me?” he hisses at her. “Who?”

“Homeland Security.” She pushes herself off him and glares. “You know, I’m more than slightly tempted to let them catch you.”

“Homeland Security?” Flynn swears. “You mean Rittenhouse? They’ve infiltrated every level of that department, it’s a nightmare, it’s – ”

“What?” Lucy is exasperated. “Rittenhouse?”

“Yes, Lucy! Rittenhouse!” He almost yells it at her, the same conceit observed by someone trying to make someone else understand, as if saying it louder and louder will make a difference. Absolutely nothing about this new timeline is the way he wanted it to be, and he hates himself for almost wishing that he hadn’t done it. He can’t regret that Lorena and Iris are alive again, but otherwise, it is the very epitome of being careful what you wish for. “Do we have to go through this again? You didn’t believe me when I told you that they existed last time either!”

Lucy stares at him, lips white, and he belatedly thinks that if her interest in hearing him out, and buying them a little time, is the only thing stopping Homeland Security from moving in to nab him on the spot, it would possibly behoove him to have more tact about this than a Panzer brigade. “Rittenhouse,” he repeats, more levelly. “Ask your friends about that.”

“They’re not my friends.” Lucy is scurrying to keep up with him as he barges down the alley, hoping that this does not come to a shootout in the middle of a nice Paris neighborhood – the city has too much unfortunate recent experience with that kind of thing – but also not planning to be taken quietly. He doesn’t know why. Ten minutes ago he was prepared to drown himself in the Seine and put an end to it, but now he’s seen her again, she’s here, she doesn’t know the danger she’s in, what happened to all of them and might still, and somehow, something in him isn’t quite ready to give up the fight after all. He pushes open an unlocked back door, pulling her in after him. They appear to be in the stock room of a patisserie, which smells delicious if nothing else, and he briefly wonders that if he’s already a wanted criminal, if stealing a brioche or a pain du chocolat is really going to make that much of a difference. He reaches behind her ear, fingers brushing her hair, and finds the small crumple of a smart-foil GPS tracker, peeling it off her.

Lucy stares at him, clearly wanting to ask how he knew that was there. “How did you get to France?” she demands instead. “They have a warrant on you, they – ”

“I used to work for the NSA, do you really think I don’t know how to get out of a country with the authorities looking for me?” Flynn hisses, peering through the crates. Seems clear, but he hopes the baker does not come in unexpectedly; his trigger finger is a little itchy right now. He leads the way around, Lucy following him almost despite herself, drawn into his orbit like a star devoured by a black hole. “I don’t suppose you did anything useful, and read that file I gave you?”

“I’ve been a little busy!” Lucy remembers to keep her voice down, but that is one of the more scathing whispers Flynn has ever heard. “Your wife’s missing!”

That takes him like a skillet in the back of the head. “She – she what?”

“I went. To Dubrovnik.” Lucy’s eyes meet his, half guiltily, half defiantly. “I met your wife. She told me what you think happened. And then she. . . she vanished. I don’t know how or why.”

Garcia Flynn knows several languages. Quite a few, in fact. English, Croatian, Russian, Spanish, German, and some French and Italian. But there are not enough curses in all of them to adequately convey what flashes through his head just then. He wants to shake her, to demand what on earth made her do that, even as he is horribly aware that all of this, every bit of it, is his fault. He was the one who insisted on seeing her one last time, introducing that element of chaos and danger into what otherwise would have been her boring life with her boring fiancé and boring problems. And nor can he know if Lorena has been taken in strategically by Rittenhouse, to hold as hostage against him – which would be bad enough, but still allow for the possibility of rescuing her – or if she’s vanished more permanently, a casualty of the ripping space-time, the world remembering that she is supposed to be dead and adjusting matters accordingly. He presses a hand against the wall, struggling to control himself. He should not be surprised that by trying to save everyone, he’s losing them dramatically and spectacularly instead. And more. And worse. This is going to gain momentum. It’s not going to stop.

Just then, there’s a thump in the next room, and Flynn remembers that they’re still standing here like idiots, right next to Lucy’s tracker – even if he’s taken it off her, that does him no good unless they get away from it. He grabs her, practically tucking her under his arm like someone stealing a valuable vase from an antique bazaar, and pulls her back out the door into the alley. Just as it bursts open after them, and someone yells, “Come out with your hands up!”

Flynn responds to that by shooting, which is how Flynn tends to respond to most things in general. He doesn’t think he’s hit them, unfortunately, as there is the sound of shattering glass but no yells or cries of pain, and Lucy stares at him with her mouth open. He thinks blackly that she’s getting her answer as to whether or not he’s a terrorist, all right. Then he grabs her again, pushing her up the alley in front of him, and wheels to fire one more time from around the corner. Then he jumps onto the nearest of the ubiquitous Vespas, pulls Lucy down in front of him, and reaches around her to hotwire it, gunning it to life within thirty seconds (he might admire the efficiency, if there was time to do so). Kicks off, and races away down the street at top speed.

Lucy is too involved in clinging on for dear life to scream at him, though Flynn is sure she will get to that part soon enough. He more or less knows Paris, though it’s not the city he spent the most time in, and he also has a few tricks up his sleeve. He knows they won’t risk shooting at a moving target in the middle of boulevards and plazas packed with tourists and civilians (or hopes so, at least) and they’ll have to catch him first if they intend to take him down.

He does not intend to let them. He dodges and weaves and throttles still harder, earning more than a few French obscenities and succinct gestures thrown in his direction, but he doesn’t care. Half the other Vespas are driving at the same pace, anyway, and without the tracker, it will be difficult for their pursuers to get a bead on theirs particularly in a city packed with the stupid things. Lucy is probably sorely regretting the moment she ever thought this was a good idea, but likewise, Flynn will have to worry about that later. He wants to tell her that if she trusted him to take her home through time, this should be nothing, but – for the third time in his life – this Lucy Preston is not the Lucy he has known. You’d think he’d get used to it.

He isn’t used to it.

They zip and dart and zigzag across Paris like a demented bumblebee for God only knows how long. At last, when they have gotten far enough away that the sirens have faded, all seems more or less tranquil, and nobody appears to be looking at them, Flynn lets the stolen scooter coast to a halt in a side alley. Lucy is gasping, clinging to the handlebars, and there is an excruciatingly tense moment as they stare at each other. The silence becomes overwhelming. Then at last, eyes flat, lips set, Lucy wipes her brow with her forearm and throws her shoulders back.

“Right,” she says quietly, furiously. “Talk.”

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