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sanctificetur · 2 years

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plotting board.

jess x harry x heath.

#haruto ic. | shades of green ++ parramatta park.

jess walks into montmermil town square with her direwolf, eponine. tagged (gently woven with a thin transparent tangile string -- in which the string holds (not the actual ear) red tag, eponine. she wears her evenstar necklace united with purple necklace -- morning evenstar -- united lights guiding her in her life -- faith coming back to her that they will meet, and better sleep in long run -- less wandering of feeling eternally torn between consciousness and sleep, longing for salvation. there are white clouds of steamed rice currently cooking in deep reserve -- white feathers forming into unified solitude -- in fuzzy microcomputer (steamed cooker) horizon of twenty degrees sunny (check remaining dfort points of francis plotting). yet clouds not static in living high above the mountainous buildings -- above and below -- it sprinkles down like sakura snow like the scene in edwqard scissorhands with that girl dancing in snow/ same actress as joyce in stranger things : past and present uniting. she balked in the middle of the drawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis. its the sound of the river she fears. beasts know to avoid the river in flood. jess is impatient yet also understanding of eponine. there is a horse statue within the canopy of trees, called Glendower. there is only one horse eye side, looks white cloud blinded. spouting out water through shadowed crevices not confined to mouth or the foundation base it’s physically encased in. horse is speaking in thought and voice, which water represents. (emerson the horse ref: immediate twitter hearted) water of life is also elemented -- sprinkled like snow of the overall park, not just fountain or river -- desert water : dark and light pink uniting in difference and similarity but also gaarra/hinata -- red and purple. jay bird landing on flower or maybe the horse statue. exploring healthy re-development relation of hinata x neji) mention the candle flowers growing in park -- white pear and blossom smelling like sorbelene cream, tiny flowers : white petal, yellow centre, the green grass candle flower (sharp tang overwhelm if sniff too closely), and the one we have iin apartment bathroom now next to me for immediate reference : pink coconut and watermelon : light pink ; yet a darker shade than my pink jacket. ( i need to rename the flowers, because candle names describe the smell exactly! ) one flower called moonshine, another called byakugan (might change it a little so not too obvious and flower maybe elementing other aspects too).

watch internship portfolio video ++ illuminarte festival video again in new light. refer to the photos im currently staring at too. and aligned dash pictures. tie haruto ic of countryside ++ francis city parra drabble / or could be the remainder of dot points of francis planning board = this parra park drawbridge photo.

oc base would be the bios, mainly the long ass cassian one which i weaved other charas

internship.

harrison pontmercy - joe cole. heath pontmercy ; brother to harrison - james mcavoy. how relate ot marius? could be twin (ellai and nitid) elements of marius’ confused clarity!! jess thenardier - jessie mei li ++ ayami nakajo united varies in scene - as jess is not static only one fandom (uh how could this then rel to cassian?? maybe elements of cassian)

les miserables manga ++ peaky blinders unification bigger picture

internship portfolio video ref - WP.

catapult : jack savoretti.

refer back to thomas kinkade painting - concentrate on one painting as base setting - go back to select one : i think best to set it at hunter valley, gazebo, goosewing.

jesse pinkman fan edits / actual clip of him and walter talking / jesse x walter fmv.

fairfax foxes ref -- might look at heath’s fb album for photo timeline tagged photos -- refers more fantastically to the fox nikolai - in grisha books, fmv, *the story of the fox in language of thorns (pp. 50 - 78)

nikolai in beast form (could be the horse coming to life) astral project hurrying past me ; embarrassed of his nicheo’vya self ; yet also battling mind and body of wanting to scratch out microchip nestled in him - he sense something wrong digging into his subconscious. horse history: spell that made horse turn into statue. welsh king glendower. darkness of life shadowing horse into statue. yet statue is thawing. sudden movements ++ crash down relentlessly like when i talking on zoom and phone fall down on end of call. represents rose mirror falling down. nin o chithaeglir lasto beth daer. rimmo nin bruinen dan in ulaer. also refer queenstown for base foundation structure ref : peter hollens arwen song. horse + the building represents the thing i propped up the phone on : placed next to computer/

trees with bare branches nestled in leaves whistling in the wind -- shadowing the light in swaying sync to the wind. suddenly! eighteen degrees clear. what would they do in park other than talk? not limited to only one meeting so not too much stress. because they do not have to go into explanatory overload -- because i already endured it beyond words -- my explanatory overload of already : i see what i can make use of. so they go to yum cha like restaurant parra phoenix where jess orders the gibbous moon dumpling ( picture on phone + staff) saved in library cabinet. and also bigger picture picnic! we eat parra phoenix stuff in picnic laying out blanket like amy x rory x doctor united as one of vincent van gogh. of the suburban landscape. even though need to be careful because ants crawl on blanket. maybe table gazebo shelter with blue ceiling stained glass transparent to allow natural weather to pierce through like that song by years and years : multi people united video of breathe. urban table in country park. (SECOND DRABBLE)

aspects of illuminarte festival maybe like shining yellow flower crown fairy lights illuminating in decoration like small bursts of lantern in the darkening night

photo of harrison in the park with family : check his album

bonfire heart - james blunt ref. uhh i have imagined hanging out with them again in my mind some time ago -- when i read what they up to with career in city & i looked up potential careers where they working at. uh just hanging out and chatting probably sitting near fountain in town square of digiland (parramatta real life ref) but not too close or water will spray everywhere (REF: the water spraying outside animal holding facility : spray art of cat and dog sign). cafe cerise (oliver brown ; it’s like cafe musain). ease of travel with parramatta station - parramatta park bigger picture than the mini park just very near station.

maybe toolbox meeting could be like a fortnightly thing -- one day per fortnight -- but day not confined to specific -- because days could clash between someone in the Power of Three. imperfect solitude, not isolation. we are connecting as human to human, not by status. this would help me be more stable, yet we all treat each other better (including ourselves) while acknowledging we’re not perfect -- less doubting of reality -- like fmv refs : cirilla and geralt in not just as child vs adult but we are child adults of human status -- reincarnation development the witcher s2 and a half : they teach each other to fight, not just geralt lighting cirilla on fire or in dune with that evil mage lighting paul atreides on fire -- instead it’s jessica and paul working together. but why fortnightly not just one. because people change and just one single burst of light within one’s life will not save us. need to arrange this bulleted stable into more solid stable para. ic + ooc mash up drabble of future development hope. like what WP post: castle hill development council building -- suburb + urban city uniting. actually after i arrange this whole thing, i tag them on a fb post o nmy own profile linking to this post -- solidly stable ic + ooc request : abstract basic premise && link to full text drabble.

being human us (aidan x josh) picture of them sitting on bench together (try to find on google as one of my first photos/wallpaper on my iphone 4 as i look at phone while on bus from high school to north rocks : friends staying), FMV’s

REF: Harrison’s FB video of him exercising and saying it’s ok not to be ok maybe??

oh also that clip of emerson the horse talking! i hearted it! relates to #haruto ic. with haruto x fiammetta at the ranch place. yet also the bigger picture group c ic i joined in digis roleplay event -- it was furry four-legged themed, strictly in event rules (this could have tied into raising more awareness of how animals feel ; re: microchipping ; but also to not judge disabled people so quick because they find it difficult to communicate straight away to another).

could also ref : the story in language of thorns : when the water sang fire? of ulla and signy -- which sounds like sigyn : aka my thread with whereherloyaltieslie my bias but also maybe look at her blog too (this is just random void stuff ; maybe drabble later of not strictly tied to harry x heath x jess)

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they go to cabin in the woods of parra park forest (ref : goosewing cottage). yet without the annoying frogs tha tkeep one awake all night. play video game together like blazblue or bioshock infinite (multi-player -- maybe they can come over to bella cabin? (but issue with tv internet which is why i do netflix phone -- need to fix tv net ++ connection issue (and find console) with console. so multiplayer worry not so immediate - because it can just be me playing Bioshock infinite. where eponine is barely there ; she mains in parra. and i say the just hanging out to mum/dad : but not to eponine : and thety will not be as worried as eponine bc english language.

put some important other stuff in plotting board. also discussion on how to work out communication with me & eponine + parents, where i am the bridge of calm yet immediate progressive healing, with help from harrison and heath. probably just briefly talk about all the stress i endured OR maybe we also reference where we last met too : this is called talking human to human. Bella ++ Parra cabins++ outside to forest too.

another potential thing is talking about more heavy stuff in my bedroom with door closed / voice not too loud / bc we are calmly working through conflicts -- must be mindful of eponine. yet window open for breathing air. need to open light probably or the curtain on window.

cook meal together too. like what i cooked with stir-fry. cookbook i already have. or pie -- quiche aug 2019. but very yummy (dean winchester and pie relation). (maybe select one random recipe) other health issues.

getting a career outside stark’s stock. us talking and hanging out. mindful of spending so i can live life ++ build up acct of possibly a small career role part time && still go to stark’s stock too (so unification of places + money). idk what career yet, but we just talk it through first. because they know im not one dimensional. like with robot resume apply : employer vs. potential employee. maybe practice scenarios of them as employer and with me as employee.

fmv refs : cirilla and geralt in not just as child vs adult but we are child adults of human status -- reincarnation development the witcher s2 and a half : they teach each other to fight, not just geralt lighting cirilla on fire or in dune with that evil mage lighting paul atreides on fire -- instead it’s jessica x paul x chani working together.

could ne in generqal discussion elemented athelstan ic ++ sansa ic -- elemental old+new. athelstan ic recording OLD ++ one recording of NEW in voice memo.

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FUTURE OUTINGS:

JESS:

"career. can expand to other places in parra, not just park, yet not cabins. once weekly ; can vary in days.”

HARRISON:

"not everyone is evil ; yet we all have good and bad sides : called being human. when wilfred is smoking, unification of man and monster ++ pain and pleasure” maybe descrive his voice inpodcast. not sure how to descrive his voice, i bring along: video game + blazblue bioshock infinite : maybe at an small not noisy arcade like place : maybe we book a quiet room with tv” TImezone for more general gaming : Level 4 Parra shopping centre [ 0.00 - 0.41 : Unleashing the power of the mind. ]

HEATH:

"we are working together through the trenches. bridge of healing suggestion working together for commuincaition with eponine and parents. maybe do karaoke singing at that karaoke place”

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#below : pinned #in mean time : 'like' posts.#board continually edited in progression : not urgent.#yet first drabble has a deadline of 29/08 MON morn at latest.#writing.

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sweet-by-and-by · 3 years

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The Hanging Tree

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summary: When he stumbles across a tree littered with bottles in the hills of The Heartlands, Arthur knows just what to do on this weighted anniversary. Hanging a bottle for Eliza and Isaac on the Whiskey Tree

warnings: angst angst angst!!, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of canonical character death

characters: Arthur Morgan, Eliza, Isaac Morgan

a/n: I have no idea if this is the purpose of the whiskey tree, but iT IS TODAY! The first official part of a new series of writing warm ups (creatively titled as such lol). They sit in my docs and collect dust anyways, so they might as well do so on the rest of the internet! They are lightly edited but certainly not my best works, so tread lightly 😬

AO3

The sound of the wind was steady and soothing.

Closing his eyes, he tried to ground himself in it. To tie himself to the universal sound of breath. Even the earth breathed with the wind, fresh and calming as it swept across the prairies. Tall grass rustled behind him, swaying to and fro in waves of green.

His quickening heart rate slowed with his breath, the tight feeling in his chest ebbing away slightly. He rounded his shoulders to stiffen his resolve, forcing his body to fake confidence so the rest of him would follow.

The clink of glass bottles bumping against each other rang in his ears like wind chimes. He opened his eyes and watched the whiskey bottles sway. The rhythmic dance as the wind guided them in circles made the whole place feel serene. He welcomed serenity, figuring the feeling was better than the grief that twisted his stomach into knots.

He had found this place by mistake; the same way as most things in his life. After a slew of poor hands at the poker table in Flatneck Station, he had mounted up his horse and slumped away to drown his sorrows.

The harsh burn of whiskey running down his throat helped numb his embarrassment, so he took a few swigs and watched the sun as he followed the road. He took his time, not wanting to rush his return to camp. Too many questions, too many problems, too many favours waiting for him to get back. He would die for his family, but god damn it if one more person asked him to fetch them some trinket or herbs.

He knew he couldn’t blame them for his sour mood. His morning had started out the same way as always: a cup of Susan’s strong coffee, an apple from the chuckwagon as a treat for his horse, pleasant wishes of ‘good morning’ from everyone he passed. He had even been looking forward to the day, the shining sun a welcome warmth after their time in the snow.

Then he had passed by Hosea’s newspaper, the date printed boldly and tauntingly at the top of the page.

The cold, devastating realization that shot ice through his veins. Made his stride falter and his face fall.

He always hated anniversaries.

He had all but bolted out of camp, heading straight for his horse to spend his now miserable day on the trail. Riding around aimlessly, his mind full of ghosts as he wandered through the countryside.

His wandering had led him back to the train station, to the men who had swindled the Reverend of every nickel and dime he owned. He pushed aside his grudges, hoping some winnings would help improve his mood.

But of course, Lady Luck had it out for him today. So he lost his pennies, mounted back up, and took off Eastward.

The tree loomed atop of a hill, the limbs jutting out against the twilight sky. As he drew nearer, he noticed the bottles tied up with rope hanging off of the limbs. Some hung empty, their presence an unanswered question. Others held wishes or memories, or who knows what else scribbled on little pieces of paper.

He couldn’t explain how, but immediately Arthur knew what he needed to do. Stepping down from the saddle to dig through his satchel, he pulled out his leather-bound journal. After another long swig from the bottle, he flipped to a blank page.

He scribbled two names, fighting back tears as his face twisted into a scowl. The tightness in his chest returned with a vengeance, grief and loss surfacing painfully.

Eliza & Issac

Drew a cross next to each of their names. Two crosses on a hillside far away.

He chugged back the last of the whiskey, taking every last drop as his vision blurred. Tears fell on the ink as he tore the paper, rolling up the small piece before dropping it into the bottle. Grabbing his lasso off of his saddle, he cut a length of rope and walked towards the tree. Heavy footsteps slowed his stride, trudging through years of loss and grief as he chose a tree limb to toss the rope over.

For a second, he played with the idea of tying a noose.

Instead, he tied the rope around the neck of the bottle, securing it to the tree. The dark silhouette of spindly tree branches against the colourful sunset made it all the more sombre. More tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling in spite of his best efforts.

The sound of the wind was no longer soothing, the haunting breeze sounding more like the howls of ghosts than the breath of the earth.

He stayed there until dark, drinking through his stash of gin, moonshine, and anything he could find in his saddle bags. Empty bottles piled around him, adding to the already copious supply. In his drunkenness, he let himself cry for the first time in years. Sobs wracked his body, forcing him to his knees. His hands shook, emotions running wild as he finally let go. Everything felt numb; his pain, the feeling of the dirt seeping through his jeans, the hollow cry of spirits in the wind.

He cried until he was cold and weary, the setting sun long since faded into a myriad of stars. With nothing left to give, he rose to his feet and staggered to his loyally-remaining horse. Threw himself over the saddle and forced himself to mount. He rode away, broken like the glass that littered tree roots to sneak back into camp before dawn could break.

He always hated anniversaries.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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More Than Words (Twenty-Seven)

Wade’s POV of the three months apart and what happens when Cable comes back to get him. TW for both Deadpool canon and MTW verse mentions of contemplating/ attempted/ past suicide. It’s in character for Wade, but still difficult to read.

MTW MASTERLIST HERE

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Haven, Three Months Earlier

The day Cable took Peter away, Wade fell to his knees on the cabin floor and howled his heartbreak to the sky until his voice went hoarse. He screamed until his throat hurt and his chest cramped with the effort of taking a breath. He raged until he couldn’t see through the red in his eyes and the world tinged bloody and painful and he sobbed out his sorrow until he was shaking and empty and raw.

And when it was all over, when he had nothing left, the Alpha scraped his fingers across the scorched mark Cable had left behind and whispered, “Please.”, but he knew the universe was already saying no.

Please.

No.

Wade was no stranger to grief, no stranger to endless sadness and the echo of solitude after a loved one had been taken too soon. He remembered after Vanessa, how the seconds had stretched haunting and the minutes had lingered miserable and the hours and hours and hours alone that moved like molasses and kept the Alpha mired in his grief.

The days were dull without Peter’s adoring smile the same way they’d been dull without Vanessa’s cutting wit, the nights were lonely without Peter tucked over his heart just like they’d been lonely without Vanessa’s arms holding him close. Nature shouldn’t be so cruel as to continue when he was so broken, and the Alpha hated the sun now just like he’d done all those years ago when his first mate had gone and left him empty.

Wade was no stranger to grief and the bitter familiarity of it all should have served as reassurance: this would pass because grieving Nessa had passed, this would get easier because missing her had gotten easier, Wade’s heart would heal because he’d healed once before and he’d do it again.

But there was nothing reassuring about the way the Alpha couldn’t look at their bed, there was nothing easy about staring at the burns warping the wooden slats and there was nothing healing about the way Wade went days without eating, without sleeping, without saying a single word to break the silence that filled the room and spilled out into the forest and lay so heavy against his soul.

Arthur and Bea were quiet as Wade forced himself through the motions of chores, the goat uncharacteristically mellow as she read the agony in the Alphas scent. It was all Wade could do to pull himself together enough to take care of the animals and it took him most of the morning when it should only have taken an hour. Pitching hay wasn’t difficult and grooming the horses wasn’t difficult but combing through Bea’s man had been Peter’s favorite chore, and the Omega had always laughed in delight when Arthur huffed and bumped at him, and learning to milk the goat had been the first time Peter had gone soft and floaty for Wade, blissing out right there in the afternoon sun with Wade’s arms around him and his pert nose tucked into the Alpha’s throat to breathe him in.

So no, the chores weren’t difficult but just like every inch of the cabin, like every bit of ground outside, every piece of wood stacked and dish washed and blanket folded at the bed, even the chores were soaked through with memories and moments and a million pictures of the Omega ingrained on every surface of Wade’s life.

...the Alpha had to spend a day rebuilding the empty stall at the end of the barn when his anger surged and he snapped the boards to nothing between his fingers because it just wasn’t fair.

Sleep wasn’t an option, so Wade spent his nights wrapped in a blanket that still smelled like them, turning the vanity set over and over in his hands thinking about the way Peter had lit up with excitement over the old fashioned present, how the Omega had proudly announced he’d brushed his hair ten different times within a few minutes and that he’d hold the mirror while in the bath if the glass would quit fogging up.

There was one last package of Peter’s soap left over and Wade rolled it into the blanket during the day so each evening it would scent beautifully like lavender, like his mate and soothe the jagged pieces of his heart. Peter had been beautiful soaking in the big tub the night they mated, skin pink and flushed, his smile shy and eager all at the same time as he asked Wade to join him.

I miss you, my mate.

Some nights the Alpha read through Peter’s journals, starting at the beginning where the Omega had scrawled lists and lists of questions about Wade, about the animals, about the year and Cable and how the hell any of it had happened. Peter’s writing was barely more than chicken scratch, but the Alpha struggled to decipher it anyway, mouthing out the words he didn’t recognize and squinting to read particularly sloppy letters until he could piece together sentences and bask in the overwhelming curiosity that had shone out bright from Peter’s eyes every single day.

The notebooks strayed towards romantic after the night they spent in Haven together. Here was an entire page talking about how they’d kissed, how Peter had loved the feel of Wade’s hands at his waist and the Alpha’s skin against his own. Here was another that was simply the Omega spilling out his horny, the ways he dreamed about Wade touching him or how he worried about being inexperienced or how the first time Wade had parted his legs and used his fingers to make him spill Peter had been so wet, so slick and he’d never imagined it would be like that outside of heat, what had he been missing all these years and oh he was so glad to have missed it so he could have it all with his mate.

Wade picked up a bottle at that point, picked up a bottle and started drinking as he read on and on about how much his Omega loved him, how much Peter wanted him, how his little mate had been the happiest waking up next to Wade and knowing he was safe and how he’d never imagined anything as perfect as being loved by Wade.

When the journals were finished, the Alpha started right back at the beginning again and this time he never put the bottle down. It wasn’t like the alcohol would kill him-- though some days Wade wished it would-- but it was the only thing that kept him even a little bit numb to the hole in his heart and his soul.

The days turned into weeks and weeks bled into depressing, innumerable months and the Alpha lost track of anything that mattered. Chores in the morning and chores in the evening and the inbetween-- the inbetween meant nothing at all.

Nothing meant anything at all without Peter there at his side so Wade drank until his vision blurred and he couldn’t see to read the notebooks anymore, and then he sat and stared at the fire, at the bear skin rug and the places they’d loved. He sat and held the vanity set and imagined he could still feel the warmth of his Omega’s hand on the pieces, smelled at the lavender soap and wished it was mixed with honeysuckle, thought about scrubbing the scorch mark away but couldn’t bring himself to erase the last thing he had left of his mate.

And one cold day when he thought he was going mad, when he thought he could hear Peter right there in the room calling for him, asking to come home, begging to be back together again--

--on that day Wade picked up his pistol and loaded it once before dumping the bullets, loaded it twice and scattered the ammunition again, loaded it a third time and hefted the weight of it in his palm because he’d like to pretend for a minute that a bullet might actually work.

A bullet wouldn’t work, he knew that before, knew that from Vanessa, but it was nice to pretend for a minute. Just for a minute.

Cable came the next night, or maybe it was the next week? Time didn’t mean anything when it was time that was keeping him from his Omega, so Wade thought it was the night after when Cable showed up but he also thought it was maybe days later, but the snow hadn’t melted yet so it couldn’t have been months later, right?

Right?

There was no way to know for sure, and Wade was barely conscious enough to care anyway. He was half delirious from lack of sleep and food, sloppy and drunk after weeks of grieving, cold from the wind because he’d forgotten to close the door and sore from hours and hours on the unforgiving floor.

So when Cable came in reeking of burning and time and disapproval, his yellow eye bright as his good eye shaded red in frustration, Wade barely bothered to open his eyes. The mutant knelt in front of him and Wade let his head thunk back against the chair and grumbled in annoyance when it hurt just a little bit, just enough to remind him that he was still alive.

“Do you want to see your mate again or not?”

The words didn’t make any sense, and Wade thought he might have threatened the mutant or maybe he’d just growled. He didn’t know. His brain was liquor sodden and movements slow, his heart beating slow and irregular because even a healing factor wasn’t enough to counter months of neglect and sorrow, not even being damn near immortal was enough to stop a body from snapping under the strain of a broken heart.

“Do you want to see your mate again or not?”

Wade definitely heard it that time and he forced his eyes open, forced his voice to work again, forced himself to crawl out of the sludge of moonshine and tears just enough to snarl, “What did you just say?”

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Cable shifted backwards when the Alpha was suddenly frighteningly aware, but he cleared his throat and asked again “Wade. Do you want to see your mate again or not?”

Wade struggled to his feet, swaying and lurching and grumbling in frustration and maybe even confusion, so Cable stepped away to give him some space, hands help up placatingly and voice purposefully calm. “Obviously you aren’t doing real well, so why don't I give you a second to settle down. Drink some water, have something to eat and when you’re more yourself we can have this conversation.”

“You want me to drink some water.” Wade tripped and nearly fell as he tried to get his balance, shook his head a few times to clear the lingering alcohol haze. “That’s-- that’s what you want? After what you did, you want me to drink some water?”

“Wade--” The tech planted through his mind gave Cable just a half second warning of danger before the mate sick Alpha lurched forward, picked Cable up with a labored grunt and threw him against the wall of the cabin.

“Damn it!” Cable roared when his entire body punched through the heavy logs and crashed on to the ground outside. His mind was screaming in pain, ribs cracked and flesh side scored with cuts, metal side bent and dented and the tech screeched in terror even as it worked to repair them. Diagnostics were flitting across his cyborg eye, damage reports and a rush of items in the area that could be used as potential weapons, statistics of how much strength it had taken to throw him that far and whether or not the cabin’s core structure had been compromised and would come tumbling down after.

“Damn it Wade, just hold on a second--!” The splintered beams heaved as the Alpha shouldered through the mess, eyes burning and teeth bared and Cable had only just barely got to his feet before Wade closed a massive hand around his neck and shoved the mutant up against a tree, holding him a good foot off the ground and a bare inch from the dangerous fangs.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” The words strangled over the Alpha’s growl and Cable had to suppress every instinct in his body to keep from fighting back. Wade stank like fear and depression and crippling sorrow but there was a fine line between sadness and fury, an even finer line between a threat and a murder and Cable knew he was only one breath away from having his throat ripped out.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Wade repeated, fingers digging bruises at Cable’s pulse. “You take my mate away from me and now you’re going to waltz into my fucking cabin and ask me if I want to see him again?”

“Wade--”

“You think I don’t want to see my mate again?!”

“You need to let me go.” Cable held onto Wade’s wrist firmly but carefully, trying to breathe through his mouth so he wouldn’t choke on the grief leeching from the Alpha’s skin. “Wade, let me go.”

“The hell I will.” Wade laughed and it was horrible, his fangs smearing crimson when he ran his tongue along the edges and cut right through the tender skin. “Gonna rip your fuckin’ head off your body, Cable. Gonna bury it right out here with the rest of my soul, don’t think I fucking won't.”

“Wade!”

“After Vanessa died I tried so hard not to survive!” The Alpha was shouting now, holding onto Cable with one hand while he tore at his shirt with the other, baring his ruined skin to expose the nearly faded scars over his heart, the long healed cuts at his neck. “I tried to follow her into the ground and I couldn’t! I tried, damn you and I never could!”

Cable closed his eyes away from the proof of suicide, his heart clenching in remembered pain. Every Alpha knew what it felt like to be pushed to the edge and contemplate a way out, they all knew what it meant to lose their mind to rage and sorrow. An Alpha driven to end it all was an Alpha pitied, one forced too far past sane and salvageable to even live with themselves.

Every Alpha knew the urge to end it all, Cable had felt it fifty nine separate times as he watched his mate and daughter be lowered into a cold grave across the time lines. Wade’s grief was real and understandable and a lesser Alpha would have given in many times over but in perhaps the cruelest twist of fate the universe could provide, Wade was doomed to live through multiple mates and never be allowed to take the way out even if he wanted it.

Even though he wanted it.

“I never thought I’d heal from her.” Wade flattened his palm to his heart, then dragged his fingers up to his neck where Peter’s bite had already disappeared. “I never thought I’d heal and then I finally did and then I lost my mate again. I lost my mate again and this time it was your fault. You took him from me!”

“...he was dying, Wade.” Cable grit out, and the Alpha made a ragged, awful sound that came straight from the center of his being. “Wade. Your mate was dying.”

“Then let me die too.” Wade let go of Cable and dropped to the ground, bent over to plant his hands on his knees and groaned, “Don’t make me live another hundred years alone, Cable. I lost Nessa and now I’ve lost Pete and I don’t want to survive this. I don’t want to. Fight me. End me. Just make it stop. Make it stop.”

Cable hadn't been a gentle Alpha even when his life was beautiful, and after the war had stripped him of everything, these days he was barely human. He was not gentle and he was not kind but he felt Wade’s plea in a dark place inside that had never healed from Aliya and Hope, a bitter broken spot that still hurt when the days were too cold and the nights were too long.

He was not gentle and he was not kind, but today the mutant knelt down beside Wade and put his hand on the Alpha’s shoulders, pushed their foreheads together and rumbled comfortingly as Wade wept into the snow and dirt and mud. He grabbed at the Alpha’s hand with his metal one and let Wade squeeze until the joints ground together and pain was popping behind his eyes but he didn’t let go and for a long time, neither did Wade.

And once the sobs had eased and the Alpha was breathing steadily again Cable leaned in closer and muttered, “It’s gonna hurt, Wade. The journey might actually kill you. It’s hard enough on me, your Omega was unconscious for the better part of two weeks after getting back to his own time. I’m telling you, it could kill you.”

“....what are you saying right now?” Wade sat back onto his heels and scrubbed his hand over his mouth, weary and bloodshot, foggy and wounded. “What does that mean?”

“I’m saying--” Cable clenched his jaw and wondered how badly he was about to disrupt the timeline of everything. “I’m saying I can’t protect your body from the effects of time travel, but I’ll do my damn best to protect your mind. I’ll try hard to get you there in one piece to see your Omega so you can at least say goodbye, okay?”

“You’re gonna take me to Pete?” The Alpha’s cedar and licorice scent jolted with disbelief. “How-- Why-- I thought it was impossible. Thought you said it would kill us to be in different timelines.”

“I did.” the mutant cleared his throat and tried for patience, for clarity so Wade would understand exactly what it was he was offering. “We aren’t meant to exist in time time lines outside our own. But it’s actually killing the two of you to be apart and I didn’t think that through. I’m not saying I didn’t do the right thing by taking Peter back. I’d do it again tomorrow whether you put me through another wall or not. But--”

“But?!”

“But I’m not willing to watch that Omega die and watch you try to die just because of some time travel rules, alright?”

“...holy shit.”

“It could kill you though.” Cable repeated. “Wade. This could very well be the one thing that you don’t come back from. And if you do manage to survive the journey, there’s a pretty good chance you’ll only last a few days in the future. Maybe even a few hours. I can’t promise you anything.”

“I don’t care.” Wade pushed to his feet and tried to gather himself steady again. “I don’t care. If I can see Pete one more time, even if it’s just for goodbye I don’t care what it does to me. I’m begging you, do you hear me?”

He took an unsteady step forward and clutched at Cable’s collar, hauled the mutant close and whispered, “I am begging you to take him to him. Even if kills me. I have to see him. Cable, I have to see him.”

“Bruce is the only mutant I’ve brought through to an alternate timeline for an extended period of time.” Cable held onto Wade carefully, not shoving the Alpha away but not letting him any closer either. “Going backwards is always easier than going forward and I don’t know how the future will affect you. There could be allergies that don’t exist now, but exist then. The difference in pollution in the city could affect your lungs. If I can’t protect your mind you could be a raving lunatic Wade, hearing voices and hallucinating and incoherent. Do you understand? This will not be easy and it will not be safe. You are risking your life to see your mate again.”

“I don’t care.” the Alpha shook his head. “I swear I don’t. I’ll take it. I’ll deal with it. I have to see my mate again.”

“I’ll give you a day to get your belongings together.” This was a terrible idea, but Cable was too deep to back out now. “Put things to right around here, get your animals taken care of. One way or another, you will never see this place again so be sure you don’t leave anything unfinished.”

“Thank you.” Wade ran his hand over his bare scalp and folded his arms to hide the tremble in his fingers. “Thank you. Holy shit Cable you have no idea--”

“Twenty four hours, Wade. Not a single minute more.”

“I’ll be ready.” The Alpha nodded quickly. “I’ll be ready.”

**************

It was always difficult for an Alpha to be around the scent of heart break, worse for them to be around the stink of fear. For those whose mutations ran close to animal or edged along feral, even the scent of unease could make them uncomfortable, the scent of sorrow enough to make them howl.

When Clint spread his wings wide and wafted to a slow stop in the clearing, his brow wrinkled and feathers shook at the too potent smell of grief, but Logan was more sensitive than his mate, and he stumbled and fell when his Alpha set him down and he got a noseful of unfiltered anguish.

“Alpha.” he wheezed and Clint snatched him right back up, surrounding his Omega with a wall of feathers so Logan was only breathing in calm Alpha scent and familiar mate. “Jesus Christ. Can’t breathe, I can’t breathe--”

“Yeah, yeah it’s bad.” Clint clicked and trilled sweetly at the trembling Omega. “S’okay, love. You know it’s just Wade, just Wade. No one’s hurt, no one’s dying. He’s okay, he’s just missing his mate real bad right now. S’alright my Omega, come on.”

“Christ.” Logan coughed again, folding his tall frame down until he could hide his face in Clint’s shoulders. “Are we sure he’s surviving this? It hurts, hurts to breathe that in.”

“Yep.” Clint forced back his own worry about Wade so he could keep comforting his mate. Maybe he should have came over and checked on Wade a few times in the last month, but a grieving Alpha never wanted company, never wanted useless words about making it through and surviving, and since Clint and Logan’s scent had mingled years ago, he knew the last thing Wade would have wanted was company that scented like mated and Omega and happy.

“Yep.” he said again, guilt coloring the words dark. “Yep it hurts to breathe it in.”

It took a few minutes for the mated pair to gather themselves, and Logan was still flexing his fingers and whining low in his throat as they crossed towards the half destroyed cabin and Clint called for Wade to come outside.

“Easy love.” he whispered to his mate. “Take it easy.”

“Hey.” Wade came out from back behind the cabin and offered them a cautious smile, hands held up peacefully, head cocked sympathetically when he saw the strain on their faces. “Ah. Sorry. I know this isn’t easy for you guys.”

“If I didn’t know you were hurtin’ so bad, I’d clock you for stressing out my mate like this.” Clint said lightly but meaningfully, his eyes darting over Wade’s frame to check for newer scars or any evidence the Alpha wasn’t coping very well. “Sorry for not being around while you were missing your mate. Figured it was best to stay away.”

“Figured right.” Wade grunted. “And I heard you fly over a couple times, so no hard feelings. Logan. You alright?”

“You stink.” the Omega gasped, but there was only sympathy in the words. “Take a damn bath and wash the mate sick off.”

“Would if I could.” Wade jerked his head towards the barn. “Stop complaining and go do something useful. Pet the animals or something, I need to talk to your Alpha.”

Logan growled in annoyance but with a quick nuzzle at his mate, he all but ran for the barn and relative comfort for the animals. He’d be sick here soon if he didn’t get away from the Alpha hormones and misery, and the chance to breathe in the sweet hay and nuzzle at the horses would help.

Clint waited until his Omega disappeared into the barn and then said bluntly, “How many times you tried to follow your mate gone, Wade? How many new scars you got?”

“None.” Wade said truthfully, irritated at the Alpha’s question but knowing damn well it was a valid query. “I don’t have any scars other than the ones I got throwing Cable through my wall--” Clint barked a surprised laugh and Wade’s lip curled in a reluctant smile. “--and I’m not good at all but I’ll get better here soon.”

“Thought the worst when you ran the flag up the hill.” Clint admitted. “Lo saw it and we thought--” he cleared his throat. “--we thought maybe you’d finally figured out how to do it, asked Eddie or maybe even Bruce to set his monster loose and help you with it.”

“Nothing like that.” Wade rasped, more shaken than he’d like to admit that the mated pair had assumed he’d ask someone to help him. “Not-- no, Clint. Not like that. Could’t even do it myself, not gonna hurt someone else by asking them to help.”

“Okay.” Clint glanced away to compose himself, wings fluttering uncertainly. “Well you sure you’re gonna get better? Cos it sure doesn’t seem like it right now. Got a hole in your cabin and you obviously haven’t eaten in a while, eyes are bloodshot. How’m I supposed to believe you’re getting better?”

“Cable’s gonna take me to see my mate.” Wade bent to pick up several of the massive logs that had come apart off the cabin, throwing them over his shoulder and carrying them to the far corner of the lot. “We’re leaving later today.”

“... What?” Clint stared after the other Alpha in disbelief. “He’s gonna do what? Wade! That will kill you, everyone knows that! Look what sliding around time did to Cable! Look at how it’s ruined Bruce! What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I don’t care anymore.” Wade dropped the logs in a pile. “I’m thinking anything would be better than staying stuck right here with all the memories of my mate wishing I could die. I’m thinking even if I only get a few days or a few hours or just a chance to see Pete and say goodbye, then it will be enough.”

“You’re gonna kill yourself just so you can say goodbye?” Clint growled in annoyance, eyes sparking red when Wade growled right back. “Have you thought about what it will do to your mate to have you again, then lose you right after? You know bein’ away from you must be hell on him, why would you give him a reprieve then make him go through it all over again?”

“I don’t want to hurt Pete.” Wade went back for another load. “But Cable says it’s killin’ us both to be apart which means he’s seen Peter and my Omega isn’t doing good at all. It’d be better to have something than to continue on like this with nothing. The not knowing is killing me, the being alone is killing him. Somethin’s gotta change and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to fix it.”

Clint was quiet for a minute, then asked, “You ran the flag up to tell us goodbye, didn’t you? You’re just gonna blip outta here with Cable and we’ll never see you again. That’s how you’re gonna do this. Just up and gone all at once.”

Wade’s jaw worked as he swallowed and changed the subject. “I was hoping you and Logan would take on the animals. The chickens are done laying and can be butchered for meat, but the goat is ready to be bred again and she’ll start giving milk here pretty quick.”

“I don’t want your damn chickens.”

“Arthur is too old for much more than pulling the wagon and takin gup space, but Bea will be a good work horse for a while more before it’s time to put her out to pasture.” the Alpha ignored Clint and continued, “The root cellar is real full and so’s the meat cooler, so take whatever you guys want and give the rest to Doc Banner to give out to the orphanage and whoever else needs it. Same with the firewood and any supplies I have left around here. The washing tub is brand new so take it, there’s soap and pots and pans--”

Wade made a vague motion towards the entire cabin. “Take it all.”

“God dammit Wade.” Clint swore. “Are you really going to risk it? Really?”

“You telling me you wouldn’t cross time to have another five minutes with Logan?” Wade asked quietly. “You wouldn’t bend the rules of the goddamn universe if it meant holding your mate one more time? Even if it killed you, wouldn’t you do whatever it took to make sure you could see Logan smile?”

Clint clenched his teeth and Wade nodded. “That’s what I thought. You gonna do this for me or what? Should I ask Doc Banner and Eddie?”

“...we’ll take care of it.” the other Alpha ground out. “Your animals and all the supplies-- we’ll do it. But Wade--”

“I’ve only got a few hours until Cable get’s here.” Wade interrupted. “You gonna help me get this place ready or what?”

“Fine.” Clint whistled for Logan in the barn and tried to force smile when really he wanted to beat some sense into the aggravating Alpha and plead with his friend to show some common sense and stay. “We’ll help you. What do you want to do first?

***************

Wade didn’t take his own bag. Instead he filled Peter’s backpack with everything he thought was important. The Omega’s vanity set went into the bottom alongside the stack of notebooks Peter had filled and the few he’d never gotten around to using. The last package of lavender soap wrapped up in a pillowcase to keep it from crumbling, a few of the toys he’d carved that Peter loved so much, and the Alpha packed his favorite whittling knife as well.

It was mostly only Peter’s belongings, gifts and trinkets and all the things Wade hoped Peter missed in his own time line, things the Omega would have taken along if Cable had given him time to pack. Beyond those few items, there wasn’t much that could be taken in the cabin and nothing left that couldn’t be replaced, so Wade fastened the clips and threw it over his shoulder before heading out to the barn to say goodbye to the animals.

“Pretty girl, be a good girl.” he crooned to Bea, scratching behind her ears and sneaking her a handful of oats. The horse nickered and tossed her head at him and Wade buried his fingers in her mane to nuzzled at her velvety soft nose “M’gonna miss you, Bea. Pretty thing, gonna miss you alot.”

And then to Arthur who was far too enthusiastic over the apple snack to much care what the Alpha rumbled in his ear, “You carried me to every fight and then home again, big guy. Time for you to find greener pastures, yeah? Retirement and eating all the sweet grass you can handle and never having to wear a saddle again. You earned it.” Arthur huffed at him demandingly and Wade handed over another apple slice with a watery smile and quiet croon. “Sorry I can’t take you with me, bud. I’m going to miss you.”

“Wade.” Wade gave each of the horses one last pat and turned to see Doc Banner standing at the door, Eddie’s less stable form hidden halfway behind him. “You ready for this?”

“I’m ready.” Wade didn’t even hesitate to answer, and he shook the Doctors hand firmly as he passed, reached out to lay a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and held tight until his friend hissed something miserable and slunk away. “You didn’t have to come up and see me off.”

“I think we’ve been through too much to let you go without a half decent goodbye.” Bruce said softly. “Eddie’s not doing well with losing you so I figured we should be here if only to keep him together.”

“Take care of him.” Wade peered over Bruce’s shoulder to the shadows of the barn where opaline eyes blinked out at him warily. “He doesn’t do so great with change and after everything he’s been through--”

“He’ll always have me.” Bruce assured him. “Don’t worry about us, you go find your mate.”

Clint and Logan weren’t a physically affectionate pair, but Clint dragged Wade in for a hug that included arms and wings, and while Logan only snorted at Wade and predictably flipped him off, the Omega trilled mournfully when the Alpha grinned right back at him.

“Are you ready to go?” Cable cut the moment short before any of the admittedly fearsome mutants broke down and admitted to missing one of their own. Wade had been with Logan since before Clint, the three of them had been around before Eddie had unleashed, and along with Bruce the five had weathered storms both physical and emotional during the decades in Haven.

Time travel meant Wade would never come back, and Cable knew the attack on Haven some twenty years in the future meant they would be scattered, some dead and buried, others spread out across the world and never all together again.

This was a good bye with the sort of permanence none in the group had ever felt before, and the truth of it loomed large in their shadows and writ itself across saddened expressions.

“Are you ready?” he asked again, softer this time, and Wade nodded.

“I’m ready. Let’s go.”

The last things the Alpha heard was Clint’s shouted, “Gonna miss you, Wade.” as a sound like rushing wind filled his ears and Cable locked his arms down around Wade’s frame, shielding his head with his cloak. Eddie cried something miserable and wanting, Doc Banner comforted him softly and before Cable’s cape covered him completely Wade saw Logan lift a hand in a goodbye wave.

“Keep a picture of your mate in your mind!” Cable called over the noise. “Focus on him, Wade! Focus on him!”

Pete.

Wade thought about big brown eyes and thick hair, long legs and a brilliant smile, lavender and honeysuckle and the sweetest growl in the world and then there was a flash of light, the smell of something scorched and the worst pain the Alpha had ever felt.

All he could do was think of his Omega and scream as time and space ripped his body apart and yanked him towards the future.

My mate.

I’m coming.

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let the sound of the wind become a song

For @this-solaris-life who wrote me a wonderful JinYi fic and I had to respond in kind.

The song being sung throughout is a famous Chinese love poem, so I take no credit for it!

Part of the Greek Gods AU here!

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It was the fifth shot he’d missed since the start of his night hunt, and considering he never missed he was beginning to wonder if his uncle had been right. A steady heart was a steady aim and his jiu-jiu had the steadiest aim Jin Ling had ever seen, even if he wasn’t a perfect hit every time, he hit solid and true.

Jin Ling didn’t know just why his heart was unsteady, but clearly it was given he couldn’t even get an arrow to fly straight tonight and he was quickly becoming too frustrated to keep trying. One deer, that was all he wanted! One deer to take home to ma-ma, was that too much to ask for?

Tonight it seemed, as a sixth arrow veered frustratingly left and startled the buck into a swift retreat, it was.

He didn’t throw down his bow in childish fury, but it was a near thing. As it was, he still had to snap it over his back so he didn’t break it, as he had the last one in a fit of pique.

Remembering that only had his face burning in anger and embarrassment, a certain windy laugh in his ears. Mistress Moon, why do you make such a fuss! Mistress Moon, it’s just a name! Mistress Moon, keep scowling and you’ll become a miser before you’re grown!

He retrieved his arrow and set it firmly back in his quiver, shaking in anger as he looked out where the deer had disappeared to. A whole night of hunting and nothing to show for it? What kind of god was he that he couldn’t even do what he was the patron of?

A wind tickled the nape of his neck, under his hunter’s braid, and he suddenly had his answer. Growling, Jin Ling realized the breeze had changed direction, which meant his scent was everywhere it shouldn’t, and it had very much not been a western-blowing wind at the start.

“Jingyi,” he snapped, glaring out into the darkness. “You owe me a deer! And stew, since ma-ma won’t be making it tonight.”

Laughter buzzed over his cheek, a caress on jaw. He blushed to feel it, but just stuck his nose in the air, standing his ground. “Well?” he demanded of the breeze. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

A soft giggle echoed between the trees, swaying as the leaves swayed. It’d always been a beautiful sound, the shiver of the forest dancing in its slow, steady way, and he hated to admit he had Jingyi to thank for it, not that he ever would.

“Where are you?” he said when the wind god did not appear. Usually, by now, Jingyi would have dropped from a tree or rolled from under a bush, covered in leaves and cackling merrily. But tonight he was not there, only his voice carried in the winds, and only audible even then because Jin Ling knew how to listen for it.

“Jingyi!” he huffed, hands on his hips, but still only the breeze answered him. He sighed in defeat, wondering why he felt a coil of disappointment, before turning into the curling air and focusing on what he could hear.

It was like music in many ways, how Jingyi made the winds move. They whistled and sang and laughed, always joyous, always full of trouble. At least in Jin Ling’s domain. He wondered, suddenly, if it was only he that Jingyi bothered this way and a warmth spread through his chest at the thought.

“If you wont come to me, then I’ll come to you,” he muttered and closed his eyes to concentrate. Laughter, sweet and full, raced over his ears, and below it was a far more tender sound, the sound of singing, lovely and low. Jin Ling blushed when he realized what song it was, a mortal’s song that Jingyi had taken a shine to. It had nothing to do with the winds, but just of love, and Jin Ling had teased him endlessly for it.

Now, eyes still closed and following the breeze, he swallowed and sang along, reaching out into the darkness.

“I want to be your love for ever and ever, without break or decay…”

“When the hills are all flat, and the rivers are all dry.” A hand, warm and smooth, slid up his palm and matched their fingers. He knew the wind god was smiling even before he opened his eyes.

Jingyi was… radiant, was the only word for it that came to mind. For once, his hair was set loose from its top knot and swayed about his cheeks and under his jaw, framing the sweet grin on his laughing lips. All in white and lit by the moon, he downright glowed and Jin Ling hadn’t even realized he’d stopped breathing until the wind slowly died.

“So, you found me,” Jingyi said, voice hinting at his usual teasing register, but it was too soft tonight, too honest, and he slowly lowered his hand.

Jin Ling’s palm tingled and he fisted it to preserve the warmth there. “I’m surprised you weren’t up a tree to better enjoy your handiwork,” he scoffed, wondering why this felt different, this familiar argument with his friend. “You owe me a buck. Ma-ma wanted to make stew.”

“I found you a buck,” Jingyi said, which explained way too much, even before Jingyi stepped aside and he saw the dead creature laying peacefully in the grass. “It passed on not too long ago and I know you dislike taking more than you need.”

Jin Ling approached the fallen deer with a breath of thanks, sensing its age and easy death. He touched the neck and breathed out slow, feeling the life it’d lived, how long and fruitful.

Jingyi was singing again, the same love song, and Jin Ling snorted to hear it as he pulled the buck’s head into his lap. “When it thunders in winter, when it snows in summer, when heaven and earth mingle… not till then will I part from you.”

Glowing in the light of the moon, Jin Ling sent his spiritual energy into the creature and felt its soul return, vibrant and new and young again. An old buck no more, it lifted its head and stared at him a moment, before finding its feet and bounding away.

“...do I still owe you a buck?” Jingyi asked, head tilted but smile sweet.

“Not tonight,” Jin Ling told him, watching where the buck had gone before looking to Jingyi. Jingyi, who laughed, a lovely sound, and the wind picked up around them again just to dance and press against him, like a hug, a joyous warmth.

Jin Ling felt himself smile in return, even when the teasing started up again. Heartbeat loud in his ears, he brushed it all off as he always did, but found himself oddly caught in Jingyi’s glow.

There were worse things, he supposed, than not going home with promised food. And he knew, even if he didn’t understand how, that tonight was the start of something more important than a lost meal, and when Jingyi’s wind tugged him along, laughter and leaves and alight with moonshine, Jin Ling finally understood why his heart was a mess, and wondered what it all meant, that it could beat so fiercely, and for Jingyi.

#ruenwrites #greek gods au #I HAVE DONE IT #FINALLY #finally wrote the boys #i love them #so much #thank you for the opportunity #jin ling #lan jingyi #jinyi #the untamed

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TV Guide, April 1-14

Cover Emilia Clarke as Daenerys and Kit Harington as Jon Snow of Game of Thrones -- 1 of 4 collectible covers

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: Ask Matt -- One Day at a Time, Perdita Weeks of Magnum P.I. and Honeysuckle Weeks of Foyle’s War, Your Feedback, In the April 15 issue -- the revival of The Twilight Zone

Page 6: Kathie Lee Gifford on pursuing her next goals

Page 8: ER -- Where are they now? -- Julianna Margulies, George Clooney, Noah Wyle, Eriq La Salle, Alex Kingston, Maura Tierney

Page 10: Pauley Perrette returning to TV in the comedy Broke, Who Killed the Fonz? by James Boice

Page 11: The Curse of Oak Island gets big ratings, The Walking Dead’s ratings plummet, America’s Most Watched 25 Top Shows

Page 12: The Roush Review -- Sam Rockwell and Michelle Williams in Fosse/Verdon

Page 13: Bill Hader and Henry Winkler in Barry, Julia Louis-Dreyfus in Veep, Jodie Comer in Killing Eve

Page 14: Cover Story -- Game of Thrones

Page 18: Behind the scenes of the series finale of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend with Rachel Bloom, Vincent Rodriguez III, Skylar Astin, Scott Michael Foster, Leonardo Scheuble-Isip, Lily Katz, Donna Lynne Champlin, Pete Gardner, Michael Hyatt

Page 20: Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer in Killing Eve

Page 22: This Is Us -- the best moments of season 3

Page 24: What’s Worth Watching Week 1 -- Jay Hernandez in Magnum P.I.

Page 26: Monday, April 1 -- Bear Grylls on Hostile Planet, Hot Bench, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Jimmy Kimmel Live! in Vegas, April Fools’ Day Marathon

Page 27: Tuesday, April 2 -- Ellen’s Game of Games, This Is Us, FBI, The Last O.G. with Tracy Morgan, Growing Up Chrisley, Air Strike

Page 28: Wednesday, April 3 -- Empire, The Goldbergs, In Search of Monsters, Moonshiners, You’re the Worst, Brockmire, Weightless, Major League Baseball, The Bold and the Beautiful, Marvel’s Cloak and Dagger,

Page 29: Thursday, April 4 -- Young Sheldon, In the Dark, Wife Swap, Unspeakable, Alexander Calvert in Supernatural, Big Fish & Begonia, Maggie’s Plan

Page 30: Friday, April 5 -- Warrior, The Shape of Water, Justice League, Great Performances at the Met: La Traviata, Gold Rush: Parker’s Trail, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Wyatt Cenac’s Problem Areas

Page 32: Saturday, April 6 -- Native Son, The Nun, The Dark Tower, The Vet Life, College Basketball, Murder for Hire, Killing Eve, A Discovery of Witches

Page 33: Sunday, April 7 -- Expedition Unknown: Egypt Live, Reba McEntire on the 54th Academy of Country Music Awards, Masterpiece Mystery! Unforgotten, Collector’s Call, The Chi, Savage Kingdom

Page 49: Stream it!

Page 50: Netflix -- Our Planet

Page 52: All American, The Perfect Date with Noah Centineo and Laura Marano, Our Souls at Night, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Set It Up, Ali’s Wedding

Page 53: Hulu -- Offbeat April Fools’ episodes -- Full House, M*A*S*H, ER, Into the Dark, Community, Also Streaming -- Intervention, The Last Ship

Page 54: Prime Video: The Tick, Murder, She Wrote with Angela Lansbury, stream for free with IMDB

Page 55: CBS All Access -- The Twilight Zone, Acorn TV -- Queens of Mystery

Page 56: New Movie Releases

Page 59: What’s Worth Watching Week 2 -- Fosse/Verdon -- Kelli Barrett as Liza Minnelli, Bianca Marroquin as Chita Rivera, Paul Reiser as Cy Feuer, Blake Baumgartner as Nicole Fosse, Nate Corddry as Neil Simon

Page 60: Monday, April 8 -- College Basketball, All the Money in the World, Amateur Sleuths Marathon on TCM, America’s Hidden Stories, White Boy

Page 61: Tuesday, April 9 -- Finding Your Roots, Deadliest Catch, The Story of God with Morgan Freeman, Tom Cruise Triple Feature, The Code with Phillipa Soo and Ato Essandoh and Dana Delany and Luke Mitchell and Anna Wood and Raffi Barsoumian

Page 62: Wednesday, April 10 -- Schitt’s Creek, Darkest Hour, The Act, Nature -- The Egg: Life’s Perfect Invention, Jane the Virgin, Gone

Page 63: Thursday, April 11 -- Melissa Fumero on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, ‘50s Westerns on TCM, Fam, The Flay List, The Twilight Zone, PGA Golf

Page 64: Friday, April 12 -- Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy and Hugh Jackman were classic on The Graham Norton Show, Peter Sellers Marathon on TCM, The Unit, American Masters: Joseph Pulitzer: Voice of the People

Page 65: Saturday, April 13 -- Crazy Rich Asians, The Equalizer 2, NBA Basketball, Bottled With Love, Nate & Jeremiah by Design, Saturday Night Live hosted by Emma Stone with musical guest BTS

Page 66: Sunday, April 14 -- David Oyelowo on Masterpiece: Les Miserables, PGA Golf, NBA Basketball, Gone With the Wind on TCM

Page 88: Cheers & Jeers -- Cheers to NBC for rebuilding its comedy brand, Colton Underwood, The Passage, Shrill, Jeers to Shameless, Lori Loughlin, Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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sieben9 · 6 years

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moonshine-muffin reblogged your post and added: ““the snow queen” impressions”

Okay, so I’m someone who doesn’t hate the OQ kiss....

I mean, there are real world cases of people going missing and being declared dead and then turning up much later, when their spouse has already moved on. (Granted, not nearly as often as TV would make you believe, but it does happen) And that’s messy and traumatic for everyone involved, too, because it’s not really a choice between “right” and “wrong” and more of what makes you least miserable in the long run

What bothers me about how this plotline was handled, is that when Marian was still awake, Robin said “she’s my wife and I have a duty to her”, and nothing has changed about that. I can see what the plotline was going for, but the framing just makes it look baaaad. (I said elsewhere that if I had been into Regina and Robin as a couple in the first place, this may not have been such a dealbreaker, but as things are, this just tipped the scales for me...)

So, yeah, I can totally see your point, as well as what the story was going for, but it just... didn’t work for me.

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

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raufnirsramblings · 6 years

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Weaver of Threads excerpt!

So I don’t post very regularly on this blog, mostly keeping Tumblr for my FFXV stuff and focusing on @expectogladiolus.

However, I have been working on my NaNo book. I’m way behind, with only 6 days to write something like 21,000 words, but still.

I thought I would post a little snippet I wrote last night, of Kae and Tomas as they become closer friends. They’ve been studying together at the Citadel library, with Kae, a scholar in the cloister ‘Ankar’, ‘sponsoring’ Tomas, who is a Greycloak squire, an elite soldier in training in the Citadel barracks.

Featuring drinking games with Pallos, a friend of Kae’s from Ankar, Rin, a student from another cloister (called Meakon), a bit of banter, a lot of cactus liqueur, and the first blushings of awkwardness between Kae and Tomas... As ever, your thoughts and comments are always welcome, but I just hope you like it. Bear in mind it is a first draft, work in progress though...

They fell into an easy pattern after that.

Mostly meeting in the evenings, they studied together once or twice a week, depending on Tomas’ gruelling schedule, with drills and training exercises bulking and tiring him out in equal measure. Kae was also forced to spend less time studying, as a number of his tutors noticed he was not advancing as quickly as he had been.

Tomas spent a full week out on winter survival training as the snows closed in as the shortest day of the year approached, and came back with a pronounced limp and a stunningly colourful bruise across his face.

“What happened?” Kae asked when his friend turned up at the library looking decidedly sorry for himself.

“My horse fell,” he said miserably.

“It fell on you?”

“Yeah.”

Kae scowled. In his country riders trained from an early age to get out of the way of a falling beast. “Don’t they teach you how to fall here?” he asked.

“Not much I could do when I was already slipping half out the saddle because the damned beast was fly-bucking around because a fucking snow-grouse erupted out of nowhere under his belly,” he snapped and Kae bit back a laugh. “Stupid thing was going berserk and then it slipped. I didn’t stand a chance. Bruised a rib, nearly got my head smashed in, and my leg broken. And it’s not funny!” he added, seeing Kae’s expression. “I’d like to see you sit something like that.”

“Ok, fine,” Kae chortled, knowing full well that even the best riders could be unseated under the wrong circumstances. “I’m sorry. It looks painful.”

“It is.”

“You want to go do some research?”

“Not particularly,” he said glumly. “I really want to sit by a fire with a mug of something spiked with brandy, and get warm.”

“You want to come to the Ankar common room then?” Kae asked.

They were standing in the draughty antechamber before the library’s Royal Reading Room, and Tomas looked up in surprise. “You’re allowed to let people in who aren’t Ankarites?” he asked.

“Of course,” Kae said. “We’re not like some secret society.”

“I just figured… Fine, yeah, sure. Let’s go. Be nice to see where you spend your time when you’re not hunched over some crumbling manuscript. You don’t mind? I don’t want to stop you from working.”

Kae grinned. “I can’t promise there’ll be alcohol there, but there will be a fire. Although if Pallos is there, there will be. He brews his own moonshine and, fuck me, if it’s not so strong you could get drunk just breathing in the fumes. Might be a bit busy in there at this time of night though.”

“That’s ok, I’m not shy.”

“I know,” Kae said.

“You sound envious,” he joked as they made their way out towards the main entrance to the cloister of Ankar.

Kae shot him a sideways look. “What makes you think I’m not?”

Tomas didn’t seem to have an answer for that, and just shook his head. His walk was slowed by the limp, and he had to hold on as he descended the stairs from the mezzanine level of the archive entrance to the main door of Ankar, but Kae stayed at his pace, used to adjusting his long, loping stride to Fyna’s shorter, more stilted one at a moment’s notice.

“Do many Greycloaks come here?” Tomas asked once at the bottom. He looked a bit winded, but other than that he was his usual cheerful self again.

Kae shook his head. “Not that many. I think Mia had some of your lot over for a game of Xin the other night.”

Tomas looked positively nervous at the mention of the young woman’s name, and asked, “She gonna be there tonight?”

“Dunno, why?” he smirked. “Nervous that you don’t look like your usual pretty self for her?”

“Fuck off,” he said, punching Kae in the shoulder. “She just hangs around the practice yard a lot. That makes me nervous.”

Kae only laughed, touched his access rune to the corresponding one on the locked door, and pushed it open, holding it open for Tomas to limp through behind him.

The first room on their right was a little cloak room, which they bypassed and carried along the well-worn flagstone corridor out into the open-sided cloister walk. The building on their left was three storeys high, and backed straight onto the archives, while the wall at right angles to it ran along the edge of the castle keep, the outer wall of the citadel forming the wall of the cloister. The other two sides of the cloister were where the Magisters of the cloister had their private rooms and studies.

“This way,” Kae said, leading him to a door in the wall against the archives building.

The first floor common room was warm and lively, and chat stalled slightly at the sight of Tomas in their midst, but with a sweet smile, he set the room at ease again. Pallos, an Ahiri boy with intensely beautiful, shadow-dark skin and close cropped black hair, about Tomas’ age, waved a hand at Kae and called him over to where he sat with a pale, blond apprentice who looked maybe a year older than them, whom Kae didn’t recognise. He had a purple trim on his cloak, indicating he was a Meakonite. “You want to join us for a round of Jhinka?” Pallos asked. “Hellana and Aranith were gonna join us, but they had somewhere better to be, apparently,” he laughed.

“Jhinka?” Tomas queried, looking from Kae to Pallos.

Kae rolled his eyes and moaned. “It’s an Ahiri drinking game. I lose every time.”

“I’m in,” Tomas said immediately. “Wait, tell me more first. And you guys are allowed to drink?” He sounded jealous, as the small beer the squires got once a week would definitely not compare to whatever Pallos had in that tall, etched glass bottle on the table.

“Course,” Pallos grinned in a way that said they definitely were not. “First rule is you can’t back out once you’ve accepted. Otherwise you face the loser’s forfeit straight away.”

“You’re just making shit up, Pallos,” Kae snorted. “Ignore him. He’s such a liar.”

Tomas grinned, eyes falling to the board that the Meakonite, introduced as Rin, was already setting up. “Shut up, Kae, and tell me the rest of the rules,” Tomas laughed.

The game began, and three rounds later, Tomas’ throat was raw from the Ahiri cactus liqueur, he couldn’t see any better than Kae could sober, and neither he nor Kae, and nor, they suspected, did Pallos or Rin, have any idea of the score. It became a game of who could move the pieces around the board without knocking the rest of them off in a clumsy, drunken swipe.

“I’ve never understood,” Kae said, his words having gained the philosophising weight of someone who is very drunk, “Why you’re even in Ankar, Pallos.”

“The fuck’s that s’posed to mean?” he giggled. Pallos was actually now sitting in Rin’s lap, but nobody seemed to notice or care, himself least of all.

Kae pouted. “I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you in the library…”

“Oh, and a fucking library pass is the only way to belong to Ankar is it?” he snorted.

Rin put his hand on Pallos’ shoulders and whispered something in his ear with a shy smile.

“Fine, fine,” Pallos laughed, head rocking back to rest momentarily against Rin’s taller frame. “You’re right. I’m a lazy fucker who should never have been admitted to the Citadel in the first place, but I’m a fantastic channeller, and thus here I am, corrupting my young friends. Another round?”

They played another round, the common room nearly empty by that hour, after which Kae announced that he had to stop or he’d be sick. All this reminded him of the time he’d been given distilled, fermented mare’s milk by a much older cousin on Spring Equinox at the age of ten, and it had gone straight to his head. Though only seventeen, he had a pretty good tolerance for alcohol now, what with a cooperative metabolism and Pallos’ irregular influence on nights such as this one, but he knew when enough was enough. He said so, and Tomas murmured that he should probably head back to the squires’ dorms before he passed out.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had anything to drink,” he said, shuffling to the front of his seat, the pain in his leg and ribs apparently numbed a little by the cactus liqueur. “ButI don’t think I’ve ever been this drunk. There are at least three Palloses…” he said, frowning contemplatively. “Palli? Pallosuses?”

“I like him!” Pallos pronounced, chucking an arm around Tomas’ shoulders and tugging him closer. “Kae, I don’t know why you don’t bring your boyfriend here more often.”

Tomas flushed scarlet and Kae spat his remaining sip of drink out over the board as he finished it.

“Gross,” Pallos scolded as he brushed his knees melodramatically where a couple of spots of liquid had darkened the soft blue satin of his loose, dark trousers. “Seriously, swallow now, you can spit all you like later, ok?”

“By all that is fucking holy,” Kae cursed, adding something even worse in Myrrathi.

“Your language is pretty,” Tomas blurted before he could stop himself. “Seriously, I thought Galēan was the prettiest language under the sun, but it’s not. Myrrathi’s fucking gorgeous.”

Pallos looked slowly from one to the other of them. “You didn’t even deny it.”

“We’re not boyfriends,” Kae and Tomas said at exactly the same time. They turned to look at each other, cheeks still flaming, locked eyes, and burst out laughing.

“That’s just ridiculous,” Tomas snorted. “Why did you even think that? You’ve never even met me before.”

Pallos just shrugged and poured himself another glass of cactus liqueur. “Just a guess, that’s all,” he said sipping it and sliding his hand up Rin’s leg. “Sorry if I’m wrong.”

“You are,” Kae said quietly.

Rin, still silently observing with his dark blue eyes, smiled but said nothing.

Tomas stood and swayed, but stepped back, his cheeks still a violent pink.

“I’ll walk you out,” Kae said.

“Can’t have me falling down the stairs and breaking my neck now, can we?” Tomas said, his hands working unconsciously in rhythm with his tongue in the courtly sign language of Galēa.

“Stop flapping your hands around and concentrate on walking, yeah?” Kae snickered. “C’mon.”

Tomas followed him down to the main door of Ankar. “Thanks,” he grinned. “I had fun.”

“Don’t fall down the well on your way back, ok?” Kae grinned, and Tomas smacked him on the shoulder again.

“See you in the library tomorrow night,” he said.

Kae blinked slowly and nodded, smiling. “Night.”

Watching him limp along the corridor, clinging to the carved stone banister in the wall as he climbed back up towards the archives, Kae felt a twinge in his gut, but he chalked that up to roiling cactus juice and nothing else, and turned back to head to his room.

He avoided the common room, and lay on his bed once he’d brushed his teeth with soda and mint paste that made him feel a little fresher, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim him.

I hope you liked this little work in progress extract of Weaver of Threads, my book that I’m working on for my first go at NaNoWriMo. Thanks for reading, and keep a weather eye open for more little glimpses into their world or rune magic...

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