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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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Tilting at Wind Mills

(Yes I know Bucky isn’t Jewish in the movies. No, I don’t care, he’s Jewish in every fic I write lol)

MCU/Mrs. Maisel Crossover.

1941

"I just don't see why I can't come with," Steve complains as he watches his friend get dressed up. "I'd be respectful."

"Because you can't fast," Bucky reminds him. "Yom Kippur is the one where you can't eat, remember? You'd black out in synagogue."

Steve sighs. "Bring me leftovers from the break fast?"

Bucky grins. "That I can do. Okay. Off to the Upper West Side I go. Wish me luck. Maybe I'll meet a rich, pretty girl."

It earns him an eye roll. "Leave."

He does.

*****

He steps up in front of the ornate apartment building and adjusts his tie as his sister steps up to join him.

"Ready for a fun-filled day of atonement with the family who has no idea what to do with us?" Ricky Barnes asks teasingly.

"An entire day with the Sackville-Weissman's," Bucky jokes.

Ricky rolls her eyes. "You and your Tolkein."

"If you'd just give it a chance-"

"Are you two going to come upstairs and join us?"

It's a familiar voice. Tired and elderly, but infused with warmth, and soon both of them are wrapped in the arms of their grandfather.

"Hi, Zeyde," they chorus.

He chuckles. "Hello, kinder. I was just taking a walk. Getting away from the chaos of trying to convince Noah that God doesn't want him to eat today."

Bucky chuckles. "Every year with that kid."

Chaim Weissman looks them both over critically. "You both look good. Strong. I was worried after your mother passed last year…"

"We're not that far away to check on, Zeyde," Ricky reminds him carefully.

"That's on me," he admits. "Brooklyn is full of memories. I miss your mother very much. I never dreamed outliving one of my children."

Bucky squeezes the man's shoulder. "Let's go check on Uncle Abe. See if he's blown a gasket yet."

*****

Services are long, and Bucky is hungry but he's got an eight-year-old girl cousin who is funny and they make dumb faces at each other when no one is looking.

Noah and Midge are significantly younger than Bucky, but it's kind of nice. Noah is twelve and too smart. Midge, the aforementioned eight and funny and intuitive.

Bucky isn't comfortable with his uncle and aunt's wealth (adding Sackville to the front of their name isn't a total joke), but he loves seeing his cousins and grandfather.

These dinners used to end in arguments, before Bucky's mother passed away. About family responsibility. About money. About the fact that the Weissman's have quite a lot, while the Barnes branch rarely had enough (mostly due to Bucky and Ricky's father magically disappearing back in 37).

"You know, James," Aunt Rose tells him at break fast as their housekeeper (fuck, seriously?) serves the food. "There are some lovely girls I could introduce you to."

Zeyde tries not to roll his eyes.

"I'm good, thank you," Bucky assures her. "I'm not really ready to settle down."

"Of course not," Uncle Abe agrees. "He's young, Rose. He's sowing his oats."

"And we’re likely going to war soon," Zeyde chimes in. "James is strong. They'll want him to fight."

Midge taps him on the shoulder from next to him at the table and Bucky leans down to listen as she whispers in his ear.

"Don't die, or I'll find you in the afterlife and give you a wedgie."

Bucky laughs and wraps her in his big arms, giving her a tight hug. "Okay, Midge. You got it."

*****

1945

At thirteen, Miriam Weissman attends her first funeral.

There's no body to bury, so it's really just a memorial for her cousin.

Bucky was always nice to her. Good natured and charming. Quick-witted. On Hanukkah when she was six, he taught her to make potato knish from scratch while Zeyde critiqued from the kitchen table.

"No side seat cooking," Bucky had joked. "You wanna teach her, you come over and teach her."

There's a handsome blonde man -Captain America - speaking to the congregation about her cousin. About what kind of man he was, and it all rings true.

Midge remembers Steve. He used to come with Bucky to dinners sometimes. Small. Always polite. When she was little, he drew her a pretty picture of a flower that she still has framed on her wall.

He looks so deeply sad, and Midge looks at her hands to avoid crying.

Captain America dies not long after Bucky does.

She pulls the picture he drew off her wall and stows it away.

****

1950

Just before he passes away, Chaim Weissman promises his pretty granddaughter he'll make good on that wedgie when he catches up to James in the afterlife.

Midge laughs and cries at that.

*****

November, 1954

“Congratulations,” a soft voice says. The accent is British, and Midge frowns as she turns her head.

She gave birth to her first child just a few hours ago, and she’s exhausted, so she’s not even sure if this is real, but there, sitting next to her is a beautiful woman. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Dressed in a sharp skirt suit.

“Thanks?” Midge tries, blinking rapidly.

The woman smiles. “We haven’t met. My name is Peggy Carter. I worked with your cousin, Sergeant Barnes and his friend, Captain Rogers.”

Midge blinks rapidly, looking surprised. “I…did you find something? Did you find-”

Peggy reaches out then, placing a hand on Midge’s. “I’m sorry. No. That isn’t why I’m here. I’m here to ask for your help.”

“Me?” Midge asks.

Peggy nods. “My agency has multiple operatives who work under deep cover,” she explains. “It’s very dangerous. It’s very isolating. It’s difficult for them, at times, to keep their humanity intact. Bucky spoke fondly of you. That you were his favorite cousin. I know that you’ll be busy with your new addition for a while. But after…I was wondering if I could send them your way for a warm meal every now and then.”

Midge bites her lip.

“You won’t be involved in anything they’re doing,” Peggy promises. “You won’t be asked to carry secrets. They’ll be sent in under the guise of old friends of your cousin’s. And in quite a few cases, it won’t be a lie. Just dinner.”

Midge thinks about that for a moment. About how she wishes she could make knish with her favorite cousin again.

And she nods. “Give me a few months to get this motherhood thing under control, and then send ‘em my way.”

Peggy smiles at her. “You’ll get forty-eight hours warning each time. Expect a call in six months.”

“Your friends better be ready for the best meal of their lives,” Midge smirks.

The older woman chuckles as she gets to her feet. “You are very related to James Barnes.”

“Damn right.”

*****

1955

“Who’s coming over for dinner?” Joel asks.

Midge smiles. “Just an old friend of my cousin’s.”

“And his name is Dum-Dum?” Joel scoffs. “What the fuck kinda name is that?”

Midge shrugs and smiles wider.

*****

December 1957

At eight months pregnant with baby number two, Midge knows she shouldn't be running around late at night, but she forgot the extra potatoes for the knish tomorrow and she can't sleep anyway, so she finds herself at a corner market.

There's only one other shopper this late and he's a big man in a bulky coat, gathering pears into a bag.

There's something unsettling about the man. And familiar.

"Late night snack?" She asks.

He glances at her.

"I forgot the potatoes for the knish. My husband hates them but I love them."

Still no answer, but he becomes more familiar the more she looks at him.

Midge tilts her head. "You remind me of someone."

He drops his pears and storms out.

She frowns down at them, laying on the floor, the only evidence the man was ever there at all.

*****

1964

Lenny Bruce loves his second wife but some fucking times he is very confused by her.

Like now.

He's hanging out with her on tour in California. It's late. He's tired. But he's chasing after her as her heels click quickly down the street.

"Midge-"

"Saw a ghost!"

"Midge, for christ sake, what does that even mean?"

"What do you mean what does that mean? It means I saw a ghost."

"Friend or foe?" Lenny asks.

"Family."

"So both."

She stops and frowns as she looks around the empty LA street. "I could have sworn…"

Lenny catches up, taking her hand and giving her a gentle tug. "Midge, talk to me."

Midge bites her lip, looking around and then back at him. "I had a cousin die in action in 45."

Lenny frowns. "I didn't know…"

"Papa had an older sister," Midge explains. "She had two kids, and one was a boy. James. His name was James and he was fun. Nice to me. Anyways, I…they never recovered his body, and…just before Esther was born I ran into someone who looked…so much like him. In the eyes. And now…"

"That guy on the corner?"

She nods.

He pulls her close. "You know, grief is strange, and long, Sweetheart. I'm not saying you're crazy, but this might be leftover shit from his death."

Midge considers that, cuddling in against him. "I guess it could be. I was so sure, though."

"Evening, folks," a man says with a smile as he walks up. "Late for anybody to be wandering around."

"Well, we're comics," Lenny explains. "Terrible creatures of the night. And ghost hunters, apparently."

"Say, you're Lenny Bruce and Midge Maisel," the man marvels. "I don't suppose I could get an autograph."

Midge smiles kindly and unwraps from Lenny. "If you've got paper and pen, we've got autographs. Who are we making it out to?"

"Alexander," he replies, as he pulls out a little pad of paper and a pen. "Alexander Pierce."

Lenny watches the man as he waves the pen in a strange way, and suddenly the street seems to settle around them in a way it hadn't before. As if someone who wasn't supposed to be there in the first place had gone.

He signs quickly, letting Midge make small talk with this Pierce guy, and when they finally head back for their hotel, Lenny is so fucking relieved.

*****

2014

The Village Vanguard

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Mrs. Maisel and Captain fucking America is sitting in the back, holy shit."

The crowd- Steve included - laughs.

"I have a secret to tell you," she says closely to the microphone. "I knew Captain America when he was just a scrawny Brooklyn kid who could get knocked over by a stiff breeze. And boy fucking howdy do I have stories."

Steve laughs more and shakes his head. Sam is laughing too.

"Have you ever watched a 98 pound gentile try to flirt with the tallest Jewish girl in the room?" Midge asks. "Let's settle in. It's summer, 1939. He is the only goy at our Catskills resort, and he is in it to win it with Shira Farber, who is six foot one and could break him in two. Now, as a little girl I just thought it was silly. As an adult? I have to ask: Steve, are you just really into women stepping on you? Because that is what would have happened if you'd succeeded."

The audience laughs and Steve rubs his face. "I asked for this by showing up, didn't I?"

"Getting roasted by an 81 year old woman who's done it professionally since the 60s? Yeah."

"Is it wrong to talk about Captain America and sex?" Midge asks. "Does being a symbol of the ideal America preclude you from wanting a good fuck? Not that he has to want to fuck, but is it because he doesn't want to fuck or because the government doesn't want him to fuck? I bet those USO girls back in the day knew the answer to that question."

Sam slowly looks at Steve.

Who turns red.

"I mean that begs the question: is the American dream sexless?" Midge asks. "We've always been disturbingly puritanical, haven't we? My late husband got arrested how many times for dirty jokes? Where is the we like to fuck political party? Where's the candidate handing out Plan B at their town halls? You know. Just in case. Sure, we want liberty, but a lot of us also want orgasms. What is congress' plan to increase getting off in the coming fiscal year? Not that kind of coming. I mean I hope I'll be coming sometime in the next fiscal year."

Sam laughs loudly at that.

"Yeah, Mr. Falcon thought that was funny. I bet he fucks."

Steve laughs at that one as Sam shrugs sheepishly.

"Can you imagine being the woman to take Captain America's virginity?" Midge asks. "Steve, when you made it with a woman for the first time, did you sing the National Anthem?"

Steve laughs and plays along. "My Country Tis of Thee!" He calls back, making the audience, and Midge laugh.

"Good answer," Midge praises. "People think Captain America, they think patriotism. They think of earnest heroism. I think that guy at the Seder table who insisted on eating the horse radish and then hogged the bathroom for an hour. Steve, you were not the only one with a sensitive stomach that night Steve."

"Seven days of Passover, seven days of lighting a scented candle in the bathroom because you may think Captain America's shit smells like fresh apple pie, but I can assure you it does not."

Amidst the applause she beams. "I'm Mrs. Maisel. You've been wonderful. Captain America is still a great sport. Thank you and goodnight!"

*****

Midge smiles at them as she sits in the little dressing room.

"Hi, Midge," Steve grins sadly. "Great set."

"Thanks for playing along," she says. "But I'm guessing you're here about Bucky."

Steve nods solemnly. "I guess you heard."

"Hard not to," Midge tells him. "When they didn't find the body, his sister and my grandfather held out hope that maybe he'd survived…and now I know that the handful of times I thought I saw him, I probably did. Maybe…maybe he remembered me a little through the brainwashing."

"We're gonna find him," Sam promises.

She smiles sadly. "If you do, tell him Cousin Midge says hello."

*****

2018

To the Ruler of Wakanda, King T'Challa

My name is Miriam Weissman-Bruce. The world at large mostly knows me as Midge Maisel, and I make people laugh for a living.

We've never met, but it seems your country is currently taking care of a family member we all thought had died back in the 40s.

I write to you because he hasn't returned any of my letters. I know he's received them. Wakandan mail is top notch, and I know he has the ability to write back; The idiot lost his non-dominant hand.

I think he's too ashamed to talk to me.

I write to you not just to complain like the truly Jewish woman I am, but to request permission to visit him in Wakanda. I ask no special treatment (though if you have comedy clubs, I'd be more than happy to perform and make fun of America for your citizens), I only want to see James sooner rather than later. I'm pushing 90. I'm figuring I don't have time for him to get his shit together.

Can I say 'shit' to foreign royalty? I guess I'll find out.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Miriam "Midge Maisel" Weissman-Bruce

*****

Bucky Barnes narrows his eyes as Ayo holds the hand of a small, shriveled white woman, helping her through the field toward Bucky’s hut.

“You know, I know several fashion designers who would cut off their own left foot to make clothes for you,” the older woman chats. “Really. You are stunning. And so tall.”

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, realizing who the old woman is. He holds back tears and takes a breath. “Everybody’s tall to you Midge. You’ve been short your whole life.”

“The curse of the Ashkenazi Jewish woman,” Midge jokes. “Short as fuck.”

“What is she doing here, Ayo?”

“She petitioned our king for a visit,” Ayo tells him. “And she promised him a comedy show. And then when she got here, she insisted on cooking for the royal family to express her gratitude.”

“We’re Jews,” Midge chimes in. “We’re very good at feeding people.”

“Are you telling me you made dinner, and I missed it?” Bucky asks, feeling deeply disappointed suddenly.

“It’s tomorrow night,” Midge assures him, waving the free hand that isn’t holding onto Ayo. “I was told I had to come knock some fucking sense into you first.”

“Sense?” Bucky asks, offended.

“Fucking sense,” Midge corrects him. “Not responding to my letters. What the fuck, James?”

“I like her,” Ayo grins as she helps Midge settle onto a little bench near the hut. “I cannot believe you are related. She is much funnier than you are, Barnes.”

“Well, she did make a career out of it,” Bucky points out.

Midge looks up at him curiously. “You’ve heard my material?”

“When I found out, I bought all your records,” he tells her, sitting next to her and taking her hand. “Hi, Midge.”

Her eyes well up with tears and her unsteady hand squeezes his. “Hi, Bucky. How’s life?”

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I caught some fish yesterday.”

Midge laughs and shakes her head. “My husband loved to fish. You would have hated him and then loved him after you got to know him better.”

Bucky smiles, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her. “Tell me all about it.”

#fic #au #crossovers #tmmm #mcu #Midge Maisel #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Midge x Lenny #Peggy Carter #I hope people like this one I loved writing it #Ayo

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andieperrie18 · 4 years

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BLACK SEA (p. lahote)

SO THIS IS MY ATTEMPT ON WRITING THE PROMPT I POSTED A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO. THIS IS JUST AN ATTEMPT.

Freya had been with the Cullens for quite and they were the only who ones who know of her real nature. After escaping the terror of Ragnarok by some miracle, she is sent to Midgard or also known as Earth in human tongue.

inspired by Natasha Blume's Black Sea

Paul Lahote x Oc

Malina Weissman as Freya Cullen

She is taken under by Carlisle and Esme as their first child. The couple had nothing but kind parental figures that Freya’s real parents can’t be and not wanting to destroy the bond between these two immortal beings, she revealed herself as the Nordic Hound, Fenris. She Who Dwells in the Marshes.

Freya told them how she only wanted to be accepted and love. She told them that she had thought the gods loved her for they took care of her for all her childhood but because of their fear of her overpowering them, they bounded her down and stuck a sword to her mouth, forever leaving her grieving and hurting as the days of Ragnarok came. The day she vowed to swallow the bastard god Odin. But upon the arrival of the said day, she wasn’t prepared for the consequences of her world’s end. She was left alone. With no one else to care for her.

The Cullens, whom were thoroughly captured by her melancholic life decided to take her in as their own and will forever call her as their own no matter what kind of being she was. They vowed that they will take her secret to the grave. And in them she found what her heart desired for eons.

Their family grew bigger and bigger as witnesses of her primordial existence grew but only within her family. Unlike the shape shifter, she didn’t reek any kind of dog mutt smell that any vampire’s strong sense of smell can breathe. Her scent is composed of fresh bloomed roses and pine. She lived among the most dangerous predator as another monster.

For thousands of years she and Cullens roamed, living country after country, life after life. They didn’t need to worry of feeling of belongingness as Freya gave her whole heart to them and loved them enough to allow themselves to never linger in the darkness of their damnation by feeding on blood. Her appearance may trick any person that she is the youngest of the Cullens but she is actually the eldest of all the foster siblings. She adapts to each of them in their first years of vampirism. Making sure to keep them bay and providing them the emotional help that they need. She had adapted her human form to almost match their skin tone that she would almost look like a vampire herself but when their eyes glowed in crimson, hers glowed in green as it mirrored her abilities in her other form.

In human, they are dull green but sparked the light in the family but when in tap with her lycanthrope, they are a yellow green that always glared at murderous intent. No one but her family can tame her monstrosity.

Her life with them is simple and quiet but that was until they transferred to small town called Forks. Where they encounter a Quileute tribe forming a treaty with them and showing them Freya’s true nature to show that they can live in piece with them. For years, from that they on she never showed her true form as she believes that this wolf nature of hers can only be called upon to only serious occasion like the Volturi, just in case as Freya didn’t like them at all. But she did manage to cloak her true self from their judging and immoral eyes. She knew that if they found out about her origin, it could mean danger for both humans and creatures.

And then came Bella Swan. Which brings us to this day.

- Midgard, Forks -

Newborns were threatening the lives in Forks and Bella’s that caused two mystical creatures to be gathered in the middle of a clearing. Freya had hung herself dangling from a thick branch with her legs out of boredom. Today was the day where she and family would meet the wolf pack to train under Jasper.

This would probably her first time encountering a pack as she had been a lone wolf all her life well before she met Cullens. They were her pack. Her home. And she will not stop at nothing to keep the safe. Bella included.

“Hey sweetie, can you come down for a bit?” Esme called to her. Freya looked down to meet her mother’s face before catapulting off the branch and landing smoothly in a crouch position.

Esme smiled a bit, ‘old habits die hard I guess’ she thought as her daughter stood straight. The girl may have been raised by them for a long while and tried to teach her human etiquettes as much as possible but they cannot change the fact that Freya is still a wolf and her k9 idiosyncrasies will always been intact as habit. But they all still love her anyway.

“What is it mom?” Esme caressed her head, “This is your first time meeting wolf pack. Any last minute comments?” her daughter retorted as they walked side by side towards where her other siblings were.

“Well I am curious since I’ve been a lone wolf for quite a while. Besides, I know I can handle them. I’m the Alpha of Alphas.” Freya grinned, “Yep, and I know big sis can show those whose the real boss.”

The green-eyed girl phased her head to meet her buff younger brothers and blonde sister. Smiling at them, she transferred herself from her mother’s embrace to the buff male. “Please don’t get to rowdy Em. You’re ass might end up on the floor of you keep being sassy.” With an eye-roll he replied with his wife sighing-ly smiled at her husband, “Yes sister, you know still don’t get why we let you be our elder sister when you are distinctively in a body of a sixteen year old. If you ever had a boyfriend, people might sue him for pedophilia.” Freya’s mouth shot open as her face contorted into disbelief as she was clearly offended. Rosalie and Esme stared at each other, eyes wide and awkward echoing the same thought in their minds.

‘Oohh he’s gonna get it.’

Carlisle and Edward stood in good approximate from where Sam Uley’s pack gathered. He was just in the middle of explaining about the difference of the New Borns when…

“*BLAGHH*”

Emmette’s figure flew above them and hitting a tree before falling to the ground. Everyone’s attention turned to his groaning figure trying to stand and then came a, “YOU LITTLE SHIT! I’LL PUT GARLIC OIL IN YOUR CESAR SALAD FOR A WEEK!!” from the clearing came an angry Freya, stomping her way to where Emmette stood.

Esme and Rosalie had arrived, the former being the making way beside her husband to report the sudden commotion while the latter stood from a few steps, trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing and feeling a tinge of guilt for laughing at her soulmate.

“Emmette called her little indirectly.” As much as Carlisle wanted to laugh, he held himself as he was in the middle of a serious meeting.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Come on Freya! I was just kidding! I’m sorry!” Not yet noticing her crowd, Freya grabbed his neck and had him on his feet. Her seemingly fragile and petite figure dragged him away from where landed.

Jacob had never seen this girl around the Cullens. Sam and his packed eyed in disbelief with this scene. But one thing came to their attention. Her scent, it didn’t match the Cullens not one bit.

“That’s the three hundred and twelveth time you called me out! I am older than you Emmette now you better respect me or I’ll ground you from watching any baseball game and dad won’t be able to—” “Um, Freya sweetheart.”

Her father’s smooth voice called her, breaking her plundering anger. She turned to meet his face to see him and her mother giving her an awkward smile, ‘you can kill him later sweetie.’ Their face said.

Like Rosalie. Alice, Jasper and Edward tried to hold themselves back from laughing as they were in really serious meeting. Bella was confused but had a ridiculous smile secretly etched on her lips with the way the eldest held the muscled man by the neck.

Freya turned to a swift to the pack of wolves across her. Staring at her.

“Oh..uh.. s-sorry. I’ll-I I’ll just go back here. Please continue.” Clearly embarassed she continued to scolded Emmette this time about confounding in the middle of a war meeting.

“Alright, returning back to topic. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months in this life.” Carlisle continued before turning to Jasper to continue.

The blonde male proceed his lecture about the Newborns. This time noticing Freya clearly attentive at this time of need. Not that he hadn’t told about her about the natures of Newborns before but because she knew when to take tings seriously. That’s was why she can substitute herself as head in their family, similar to an Alpha as Carlisle had entrusted her with keeping all of them safe since she is a force a lot stronger to be reckon with. The sparring began. All came in pairs showing their four-legged temporary allies how Newborns. Then came her turn.

Turning to Emmette, to Jasper and Edward. Indicating a quick nod.

“One more note, I believe this would be rather useful to all of you since you are a pack and share a connection with each other.” She trailed as they eyed her yet her eyes remained to the black wolf as if trying to emphasize something.

“Never.” Emmette appeared behind him and locked her in a headlock with no sense of holding back, “Ever. Try.” Edward and Jasper neared her immobilized figure, “To Be Alone. In a Swarm.”

Her eyes flashed the poison green glow. Making every fur in their bodies stand as if they were slashed by a blade like a samurai right before their eyes.

Her feet lifted from the ground as her momentum in a cartwheel bringing Emmette on her life causing him break his choke hold and for her hook her own arm around his neck to a choke hold and slamming him down to the dirt ground.

“Not unless your like me.” She smirked before turning with both her arms extended as she ran towards Jasper and Edward and grabbing their necks and swiftly slamming them down to the ground as well before they could even fight back.

“Remember this little Alpha.”

Recomposing herself, she turned back to Sam and began to eye all of the wolves. Making sure to meet her glowing green eyes. Staring up at her. Even the Alpha himself gazed upon her as if she was the highest being that ever existed. It was as if she was his leader, his sovereign and ruler.

“A lone wolf may die but a pack always survives.”

To the Cullens, it may sound like a reminder but to the wolves, it was more of warning especially to Sam.

It was almost like an instinct as after her warning, all of their heads lowered and whimpers dripped from their snouts. In their minds, it was if they were beneath the gaze of the beast with the fear that if they meet her glowing poisonous green orbs, it could be interpret as disrespect and cause them their damnation.

Peering to each tamed heads one by one, Freya stared down at them as she didn’t speak of the warning as a type of threat but as an advice if they want to last a night. She could sense their hatred and egotism towards their mortal enemies.

But a sound of growling caught her attention. Sam took notice of this as well and it take long before found out that its source is the grey wolf beside him.

‘Paul stop!!’

‘Paul Calm down!!!’

But the male didn’t budge. This bloodsucker had no right to order. She wasn’t his alpha and he doesn’t take orders from a girl.

Her feet crunch the forest floor with every step until it reached Paul’s lowered vision. It was moments like this that Freya liked her primordial hierarchy among the children of the moon. Her love on putting people to place gives her sense of satisfaction.

“Gaze upon me mortal creature.” Her hand hovered under his snout and my a unknown force, his head was lifted to meet her piercing eyes. But what came next was the last thing Paul Lahote would ever expect with a goddess.

#fenris #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #twilight imagines #twilight quilette boys #twilight imagine #twilight #thorragnarok #alex meraz #x oc #fanfiction

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brielleinstitutehq · 5 years

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ROSLYN JOHNSON is a 15 year old PATIENT in the PSYCHIATRIC WARD. He has been diagnosed with PTSD, BI POLAR DISORDER, and HALLUCINATIONS and looks a lot like Malina Weissman.

MAYBE THEY’RE HIDING

Roslyn was the baby of the oddest family she’d ever heard of. She had two fathers, Bill and Bob. They were nice, sort of. One really was the other was just kind of around. Her fathers were never actually together, and they weren’t ever planning to be either. But they had posted and played family in order to adopt her older sister, Marley, before she was even born. Naturally, once she was born she was taken into the loving house to be with her big sister. She had a pretty nice life. She and her sister had a huge room, were spoiled, and she didn’t really mind that. She always found it odd that her ‘parents’ weren’t actually a couple, but they never made her feel bad about it. When she’d bring it up they’d mostly just explain they used to be and no longer were but wanted to be able to have Roslyn with Marley so they had to pretend to still be together for their sake - a total lie, but the young girl bought it. Like her older sister she attended a great private school up until the age of 13. Then her life changed.

WE HOPE THEY ARE PLAYING A GAME

She was moved out of her big fancy room to the basement where her sister now was. She had wondered where she went off too, only seeing glimpses of her coming in at night or leaving in the morning, or the opposite. She noticed several other girls. Now these girls looked like they lived in the basement, they had beds and everything. But something was offf about them to Roslyn. They didn’t look like hostages and they were all well fed, dressed, and educated. She found out that they weren’t hostages at all, they were working for Bill and Bob. It turned out that the two were in charge of a very successful drug smuggling company. Girls would actually go to them and ask to work for them, after all, who would suspect a young teen girl to be smuggling drugs and contraband goods? She noticed her sister was one of these helpers and when they discussed it her sister said to just go with it, it’ll be easier on her. She did, but at first she fought back pretty hard. She was independent and wanted nothing to do with their business, but after some ‘reasoning’ from Bill and Bob she decided she might as well get on board.

BUT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

Infortunatly Roslyn was really good at her job. She was picked most and usually got the most product when there were groups of girls going out. She knew she hated what she was doing, and that what she was doing was really bad, but she really didn’t like the outcome of arguing with her ‘parents’. She hated seeing her sister get most of the anger when she was too scared to do something. Her sister would offer, which would make her ‘parents’ mad that Roslyn wouldn’t agree but then fine because, hey, someone was doing it for them. When she was 15, her sister being 23 at the time, the operation was shut down by the FBI. Most of the girls went their separate ways getting help all over. Roslyn tried to explain that it wasn’t any of the girls’ faults, and the FBI knew that, however, they had to do what they had to do. Her sister was practically threatened into going into an institution with Roslyn. It was either that or she’d be tried for possession with the intent to sell since she was legally an adult. Roslyn held back tears just screaming that it wasn’t her fault she was sticking up for the other girls, she was one of the oldest in the operation anyway. She had become like the mom of the others. She was told that was why they could try her as an adult, because she could make her own choices by this point in her life. Both agreed to Brielle and against their will were packed up and headed to the institution.

CONNECTIONS: Younger Sister to Marley Johnson, former co worker of Poppy Higgins, Brinley Lowry, and Kamryn Tordian

Fortunately, Roslyn is OPEN!

#malina weissman #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events fc #open #female #patient #ofp #of #op #roslyn

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mrsmess · 6 years

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Brutal Binaries: Characterization in Gilmore Girls and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Books and literature are important in Amy Sherman-Palladino’s stories, if not as interests among many of the characters then as a system for references. In Gilmore Girls, literature is painted as being Rory’s biggest interest, and Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead is featured as one of her favorite books. Rand’s ideas of strength and weakness appear in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel too and is partly crystalized through Abe Weissman’s line, repeated by Midge in the pilot: “Don’t pick a weak husband!” making it clear that strength of character is an important indicator of value in these stories. It seems fair to assume that there’s an idea of what weakness consists of for contrast. This text is meant to explore what ASP’s definition of those terms might be, using her characters as material.

ASP’s main female characters share or have many overlapping traits: They are charming, not too concerned with propriety, and those who are seem to be in a habit of dominating those social games. They are all flawed in their separate or collective ways but sympathetic, both in the eyes of the viewer and the surrounding characters. They are loved.

The male characters generally serve as the more destructive or distractive forces in these stories. When the male characters make mistakes, they will normally have more trouble than their female counterparts recovering from them, having their arcs end in tragedy or villainy. Mind you, these terms are used loosely as this kind melodrama rarely plays out in full in ASP’s worlds. She writes the folly of everyday life, will normalize even the darkest narrative turns with humor, and her capacity for writing humanity makes you feel for characters even when you as a viewer long since have lost the will to sympathize with them, and that is a great feat. It is clear that she loves her characters, even the undeserving ones. All the same, ASP often uses binaries, scales, to measure how worthy a character is. Strong or weak. A character might possess strength and be forgiven for a whole bunch of other flaws, but a character being a particular brand of weakness will be unredeemable.

For reference: Rand’s definition of weakness, at least in The Fountainhead, is the lack of self. Keating’s weakness is not that he’s unsympathetic - even if he is, just like Roark – but that he has no vision, no personality of his own, he is defined entirely by others’ expectations and opinions of him. Roark is the polar opposite, he needs the approval of no one, is pure drive towards his visions which generally no one gets but him. It is worth noting that him being wildly unpopular affects his ability to make ends meet, while Keating gains success.

Most of ASP’s heroines are portrayed as naturally possessing strength with a few anomalies, they make mistakes, have to complete their learning curves, but in the end, get back on the right path. The right path is the one leading them to themselves, allowing them to fulfill their visions or individual narratives. To live one’s own life, not someone else’s, is imperative to these characters’ stories. Often the heroine’s journey will be one of choosing between what is right and what is easy. She will occasionally choose wrong, which will be illustrated by her incapacity to maintain her decision, she cannot hold back her inner strength, its tide will rip her from what’s easy, from the status quo, and funnel her closer to what is right.

There I go, using over-dramatic terms again, not necessarily applicable on ASP’s particular brand of drama; What is right does for instance not necessarily mean morally or ethically right, even though it will often host an aspect of those, but mainly it’ll mean what is right for the character – what enables her to fulfill her true potential.

These binaries; right and easy, strong and weak, will have representation in the shape of other characters. In MM the scale is made up of Susie, representing what is right, and Joel, representing what is easy. The same parallel can be drawn to GG’s Lorelai, who’s binary consists of Luke and Christopher, and many will argue that Rory’s would be made up of Jess and Logan. The contrast also exists in many other characters, and is sometimes fluent, depending on comparison and on whether they’re main or secondary characters.

The comparison holds more water when we look closer at the different characters. The traits shared by the “easy-path-characters”, henceforth known as EPC’s, are: privilege, playfulness, charm and wit to match the lady’s, impulsiveness and to different extents thrill seeking behavior, while at the same time avoiding confrontations with the heroine. The wealth or materialism is important because it provides the comfort of the easy existence available to Midge, Lorelai and Rory, but there are always strings attached, usually a demand that you compromise part of yourself.

The EPC’s might have an inflated ego or at least a sense of entitlement, paradoxically paired with a low sense of self. This seems to derive from being raised in the lap of luxury while being treated like a mere part of a fancy exterior. They are tied up in tradition, family, and walking their own paths, would be at the expense of their privilege. They have been taught that they are nothing without it which leads to a perpetual sense of being worthless outside that very specific context. This makes them incapable of fully appreciating the impact they have, or could have on the heroine’s life which means that they instead wind up failing her in some way.

All EPC’s also supply gateways to tradition via marriage. Something the female leads share an aversive attitude towards, for different reasons, in this respect Midge is something of an anomaly because she starts out exceedingly happy in her gilded cage, but outgrows it as the series progress. The marriages depicted as positive or lasting in the stories always consists of a careful and complex balance between the spouses, and is not static, but a living, breathing, changing thing of its own.

Let’s take a look at the other end of the scale, the “right-path-characters”, henceforth known as RPC’s. Their shared traits are anti-social behavior, different degrees of unpopularity, low social status and lack of wealth, or in Luke’s case an unwillingness to flaunt it. All of these “lacks”, self-chosen or otherwise, signals an indifference to public opinion, that in turn may be translated to strength, or ASP’s idea of it, a form of incorruptibility. They share harsh backgrounds, with absent or incapacitated parental figures forcing them to make their own way from early on, and to protect, sometimes viciously and unwarranted, themselves. Their personal integrity is strong, their endurance high. They are aware of how little they matter, their insignificance, in the grand scheme of things, but know, or learn, that they at least can change things for themselves and for the people they care about.

And that’s another thing: words and actions. The RPC’s will use words carefully or remain silent, they will often let actions speak for them instead – making them an interesting contrast to the always chatty heroine. Honesty is important, even when it’s harsh. These characters make it clear that the approval of others doesn’t matter, meaning that the things they do say can be trusted.

“You have to pick your friends as if there’s a war going on!” Abe says moments later in the aforementioned scene, another testament to the choices ASP might have her heroines make at the end of the day. Trust is vital, and betrayal is unacceptable. But not that our heroines don’t try to accept, forgive and love. We, as viewers do that too. We try.

Lorelai’s and Christopher’s backstory is the very thing that both makes you root for them and simultaneously see how hopeless it is. On paper it looks great, same wit, same world, a child together, and you could base the fall of Christopher on plenty of things from the original show, if you wanted to. But I won’t get into those now, mainly because the ship has sailed, or sunk, if you will, before we even meet him. He’s not around, he hasn’t been around, and even though he has a good enough excuse - he was a kid – he is a father that in a best-case scenario will have to play the role of step dad to his own child, because he wasn’t there. The last we see of him is in the revival; He’s been swallowed by the business he didn’t want to go into, by a family he didn’t want, and by oblivion, when his daughter asks him not to come to Lorelai’s wedding. It is sad.

Looking at Joel: He’s a klutz, not realizing what he has in his great wife, taking out his failings on her, he’s ignorant as to his role and responsibility in his own life, and lacks the ability to foresee what his actions will do to both him and his family. None the less, we as viewers see him with the eyes of Midge and might find him endearing. However, the match is impossible. The balance between them is off. She’s so much, as Joel himself notes, he is so little, because of the rash, and childish decisions he’s made so far, and the only redemption arc available to him is realizing and accepting that he is inadequate. He and Christopher have an eerily similar arc in that respect.

The strength it takes to go out on your own, to follow your own path, is a reoccurring theme in these shows. Independence is paramount but not an easy choice, all our heroines face this, as well as the EPC’s, and RPC’s, but with different results.

It is worth noting that all of the EPC’s double as romantic options, whereas the RPC’s don’t, necessarily. Even though Luke is endgame, there’s a romantic history with Jess, and a hinted undertone romance with Susie (people referring to her as Midge’s boyfriend, as well as season one’s final show-down being between her and Joel), the RPC’s mainly supply support in areas where our heroines doubt or have lost confidence in themselves, functioning as guides of sorts allowing the heroines to thrive from the interactions.

The point might be that women often are taught define themselves from their romantic lives, something men are rarely expected to do to the same extent, and that the only way to be whole is to figure out who you are, and what you’re capable of without some other half. Seems basic enough, but it is a lesson worth repeating. And if you should opt for the romance after that, ”you want a husband who’ll take a bullet for you!” Abe says.

#meta #gilmore girls #the marvelous mrs. maisel #potential spoilers #comparative analysis #possible gibberish #literature

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maumanubay · 4 years

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Helping others can build strong faith within yourself

I find the best quote " you must not lose faith in humanity, humanity is an ocean if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty". This is one of my favorite quotes because it means that no matter how bad things come into this world it does not make things come into this world it does not make this world an awful place. It reminds me to stay focused on the good of humanity, as it outweighs all the awful, terrible and disturbing things humans have or can do. I think this quote compares the whole ocean to the entirety of humanity as a few drops of dirty water have no measurable impact on the cleanliness of the ocean, nor does a few bad people corrupt the fullness of humanity. However, in a world that has little faith in humanity I hope to define what faith in humanity and describe ways to put faith in humanity first I have faith in myself and understand my own beliefs asking me to define what faith in humanity is, it is trusting myself as well as the rest of society to make something of this world.

It is believed that somehow the chaos of this world will be resolved ahead of us. I try my hardest to live out what I have been taught since I was a little girl to love for hurting and help the ones in need. I have realized that the more I help the better I feel, however, I cannot give up. Yes, I might be discouraged because I do not see the result, the actions I am doing it's either good or bad because they are seen and watched by others. I can either show good actions in helping which can result in others helping or I can show bad action in ignoring. If I'm not friendly, helpful, kind and positive they are not going to be. If I do not teach them how to be if I am not to them. In today's world kids are taught not to talk to strangers and to let other more experienced people help the ones that might be in trouble. Yes, I believe we are living in a day and age where helping others is becoming harder, but I also think we should teach ourselves what the Bible says and what I have been taught to be the light in a dark world.

Gerda Weissman expressed her faith in humanity in all except for her story. She did this by explaining why Jews had not fought or rebelled against the Nazis during the holocaust. They did not fight back because the unthinkable things that were happening astonished them. The Jews just could not believe that humanity was capable of having so much hatred within itself and destroying its own people. You would think they would give up, love their faith and trust in humans. However, they choose to trust and not interfere. I come to the question I really have faith in humanity this is a question I really don't know how to answer. In today's world, I really do not have much trust in what is happening. It is very hard to believe humanity can resolve the crazy things that are happening. Do I believe there is humanity in this world yes, I think there are some out there that all are doing to live that perfect world where there are no attacks over money, religion and power. No, from the beginning of time the bible talks about killing others for different things. Although I do not have confidence in humanity fixing the world, I do have confidence in humanity to change its focus and I think we should change our values of power, authority, equality and unity.

Sharks do not have the capability to tear, rip and shred a person limb from limb they are given these opportunities only by humans, insuasive, self-entitlement to the oceans. They are falsely portrayed as a man eating monsters when in reality they are graceful, fierce and misunderstood creatures. For this reason, humanity needs to write and work towards of sharks and realize the integral role these animals play not only the ocean but in the world. Sharks need to be conserved globally because most species are in danger of extinction, sharks reputation have been slandered over the years and they are an important part of the ocean. If society can grasp these concepts then we as humans may be able to save and restore these once great creatures but recently humans have looked to dethrone these creatures. Whether it is our of fear, money or pure sport humans are slowly and progressively wiping these creatures from the face of the planet. Having faith in humanity may mean different things to different people to me because it's like trusting the morake of mankind to do the right thing and we will prevail over any problem, accident or any situation that is thrown at us. I have faith in humanity for many reasons but these are reasons that could test my faith in humanity, we can others in need by giving or showing that humanity is kind and also I have faith in humanity because I see people everyday helping each other out.

I see small gestures of kindness like someone else is helping an old man or woman across the street. These small gestures fortify my faith in humanity because they show me that people are good and not always selfish or cruel and what really strengthen my faith in humanity is when a terrible accident or incident occurs and people instead of panicking and running away from each other all run towards each other to help whoever is in need. That is when my faith in humanity is the strongest because together we fix huge problems very quickly and we also give and donate to help people we have never meet before but since we know they need help, we give to them in order to make their lives better, helping other people means more when you are directly involved. The act of kindness to even just help your neighbors will overall make the world a better place and keep our faith in humanity strong. Even though it seems that humanity is strong and people’s faith in it could not be broken, there are things that could shake my faith in humanity. When someone commits an act of violence or law breaking that hurts someone else, or possibly ruins their life it makes you wonder if not everyone is kind and peaceful as you may think. When someone only thinks about themselves and not about the people around them and doesn’t help others, that is a setback for my faith in humanity. However, periods of time where I don’t see any kindness or people not doing things for others, never lasts long and soon I see people returning to do acts of kindness and my faith in humanity is stronger again.

I see people do small acts of kindness all the time so to add to other peoples’ faith in humanity I try to be kind to others too. My family gives money to charities regularly and has taught me how to be nice to everyone I meet. I try to put a smile on peoples’ faces and be happy wherever I go. If everyone donated food, money, and time to help each other and was nice to everyone they met, the world would be a much better place.To me, having faith in humanity means that I trust the people around me, and I trust the morale of mankind to do the right thing in the right situation. I have faith in humanity for many reasons big and small and I hope to continue helping strengthen other people's faith in humanity by being a nice person to everyone I meet. I can set an example for my brother and people around me younger or older to try to put a smile on everybody’s face and to keep their faith in humanity strong.The act of kindness to even help with your neighbor's will overall make the world a better place and keep our faith in humanity strong. Even though it seems that humanity is strong and people's faith in it could not be broken, there are things that could shake my faith in humanity when someone commits an act of violence or law breaking that hurts someone else, or possibly ruins their life and it makes you wonder if not everyone is kind and peaceful as you may think.

When we talk about humanity, we must think it is about human life only but it is not like that only because humanity is all all about the human race, which includes everyone on earth. It's also a word for the qualities that make us human, such as the ability to love and have compassion, be creative and not be a robot or alien and when we talk about humanity, first and foremost parents are the main cause of the virus become influenced. Education of the family is the first thing that the kids learn before they went to school if the parents taught them the true lesson and not let the kid I am sure that the problem will be vanished like it was never happened. I also believe the bonding with their friend also give some affector to their behavior. Most of the teens nowadays love to be involved with the bad habit and more negative value that impact our life the more we lost our humanity, beside money also played as one of the fact that human being like this. Most of the people today want to have a great day and life they kept looked for money like the money is their God. When you put money as the main point of your life this will make you forget how to communicate and interact to others around you then, you will be ashamed to face the people around you and you will start to ignore them after that your mind will slowly start to leave the neighborhood concep. In a simple conclusion you just live in your own world without other men in that furthermore, lack of religion knowledge also one of the point that make the scenery becomes worse each of religion in the world teach their adherents to be loved each other among human. People that leave their religion behind in their live away and they will be far astray from real path as an example, most of the people that have no religion and throw their faith usually live not in a best condition that they want, they love to be alone and usually obtains their selves from the community. They just not being cruel to themselves only but to others because they just started to be a single person in the world and there will be no more humanity aspect in their concept of life. Every problem that happens in the face of earth most have a solution to the humanitarian problem that occured was to create awareness this is because giving awareness is the earliest step that must be done to curb this problem from continuing to spread with such a problem the world seeks to meet the resurrection through public awareness especially for children as children are the generation to guide the nation they should be exposed to humanitarian issues that are happening like the killing of their spirit in Myanmar, children and the general public should for sadness when they see one another in their own.

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