Epilogue to City Girls and Wind Shear on ao3!
âŚThe next day was Kateâs last day at NOAA. At Kateâs invitation, Lily came by at lunch to meet her friends.
To Kateâs shock, Layla and Megan and Pierce immediately began to question Lily. âSo tell us about him, please. Spill.â
âI never said anything about a guy,â Kate protested. âIâm going back home to spend time with my momâŚâ
âKate, you have been shut up tighter than Pandoraâs box for five years and we could barely get a smile out of youâand suddenly youâre grinning at your phone and giving two weeks notice.â Layla turned back to Lily. âWhat is the story?â
Kateâs mouth fell open.
âThey met storm chasing,â Lily said. âAnd they are adorable, let me tell you. Iâve been watching him grin at his phone all month, too. Oh, hey, yâall want to see him?â
Megan squealed, Layla nodded frantically, and Pierce put his hand on his heart. âBless you, child. I thought she was going to leave us with this mystery for the rest of our lives.â
âHeâs got a YouTube channel.â Lily pulled it up on her phone. âHeâs pretty popular.â⌠read more
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City Girls and Wind Shear
I haven't posted here in forever, but I saw Twisters and had to write a Soulmates AU. Specifically, a first words soul-mate identifying marks. Tyler was so caught on New York, and city girl... I felt like he'd been thinking about it for a while. Enjoy!
***Chapter 1 Excerpt
The sounds of the truck stop died away and it was only the clouds and the warm wind rustling the grasses along the road, carrying the smell of rain.
âI used to do that, too,â a man said. âCompare the direction of the wind with cloud movement.â
That deep breath sheâd taken stayed in her chest. She felt oddly still and calm at something sheâd long dreaded. Her words.
Sheâd wondered over the years if Jeb had no words because he was going to die. Philosophers disagreed on the subject.
If so, it was the cruelest thing in the world. She would far rather have had Jebâs words for the rest of her life than some strangerâs.
She turned slowly to look at the man behind her. It was the YouTuber, Tyler Owens, whoâd tipped his cowboy hat at her earlier.
He smiled, gesturing to the vans. âSo, you work for Storm Par?â
As easy as falling, Kate exhaled. Bless him for asking a yes or no question. âYeah.â
His breathing didnât stutter, but she caught a slight pause and a momentary furrow of his brow, as if kicking himself for asking a stupid question. âWhere you coming in from?â he asked.
She wondered how many of her words he had. âYeah,â was a complete sentence, but you never could tell. âNew York.â
He didnât clutch his chest or whoop or do any of the things you saw people do in viral soulmate meetings caught on video. He just raised his brows. âCity girl, huh?â
Kate felt a swoop of relief. âI guess. Excuse meâŚâ
Another man jogged up. âTyler, have we decided which storm weâre going to chase yet?â
Tyler pointed to her, âMaybe we should askâŚâ
Kate hesitated. It felt dangerous to give her name to her supposed soulmateâbut it would be weirder to refuse. âKate.â
âIâm Tyler.â
âAnd Iâm Ben.â
She shook Benâs hand, relieved that Tyler had not offered. Some people claimed there was a tingling warmth, a knowing when you touched your soulmate the first time.
âIâm writing an article about American storm chasing,â Ben said. âTyler is kindly allowing me to ride along.â
âYeah, he just had to promise to write nothing but good things about me.â
âGood luck with that.â Kate turned away. Why had the universe tried to match up her and this guyâ?
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Lizzy Bennetâs Top 10 Regrets- A short story by Corrie Garrett
Regret #10. Majoring in astronomy has got to be the first mistake I made. I would still have driven to the path of totality for the eclipse, even if I wasnât an adjunct astronomy professor, but I wouldnât be sitting in the FirstEnergy stadium with two otherprofessors when Darcy suddenly pops up with our dean. He has a prestigious and lucrative job at CSU⌠what the heck is he doing in Cleveland, OH? Why is heâŚ. less than surprised to see me?
Regret #9. When Darcy asked me out, during my post-doc, I shut him down hard. Like, viciously. He was kind of an arrogant jackass about it, but in retrospect⌠well, I wish I had that opportunity back, you know? Darcy might be a fixer-upper, but I feel like heâs exactly the kind of fixer-upper Iâd be good at.
Regret #8. Not ordering eclipse glasses weeks ago. Somehow it got away from me, and so here I am stuck with some worn out ones from the astronomy lab. The paper over the nose is so thin, it rips as I take them out of my purse. Now here I am holding the two pieces up to my eyes like the poorest, nerdiest eclipse fanatic in the world. When the wind gusts through the half-full stadium and pulls one of the pieces out of my hand, I lunge for it because I have no desire to stare one-eyed at the sun for the next hour. Unfortunately, that almost sends me toppling onto Darcy, who is sitting on the stadium chair below and to my right. He braces my shoulder with a small smile, but I am not currently in a good head space for dealing with his smile...
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If Jane Austen characters did the Super Bowl
ââŚEmma totally ships Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. She didnât actually introduce them, but she retweeted his tweet about meeting Taylor so, you know, she helped.â
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Was Captain Wentworth a jerk as a young man? As an older man? What do you think?
The argument that indicts Captain Wentworth usually goes something like this: When he and Anne Elliot were first engaged and she broke it off, she was very young. He had nothing except a dangerous career in the Navy during a war. It might end in promotion but was more likely to end in death. Anne was being cautious and even reasonable to end the engagement, as marriage would have meant months alone at different ports, and possibly becoming a young widow whoâd alienated her family. The argument continues that while we know he would become rich and successful, Anne couldnât know that, and his subsequent anger with her is unjustified. His feeling that she didnât live up to his ideal, that sheâd compromised her heart and her soul to follow bad advice, is harsh and completely unfair.
(Iâve heard this lots of places, so Iâm not calling out anyone in particular!) However, I disagreeâŚ.
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Buddy the Elf meets Jane Austen
This is Emma with Frank Churchill.... right?
10 Elf (and Home Alone) Quotes for Jane Austen's characters!
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Has anybody read 7 Figure Fiction by Theodora Taylor? Her framework for universal fantasies has been really eye opening for me as a JAFF author--here's an analysis of P&P, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast...
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Prince Eric is Having a Confusing Summer - Little Mermaid 2023 fanfic
little mermaid 2023 fic on ao3
Sailors could be coarse men. This was no surprise to Eric, but as he passed adolescence, it got more obvious. By the time he was twenty-one they had long been comfortable enough to tease him.
Pierre started it, as he often did. âWe saw that lovely young thing come with her father to visit. Whatâs sheâa countess from one of the old countries? Heâs a Duke, ainât he?â
Eric continued to haul rope. âYes, he is. And though itâs none of your business, Lady Elaine will be gone soon enough.â
âElaine, eh? She had thin lips and narrow hips, but it takes all sorts. Is that what the prince likes?â
âDidnât you see him ogling Vera at the dock?â Another sailor broke in. âThatâs what he likes.â
Eric had blushed. Vera was a pretty woman whose younger brother was captain of one of the other ships of the queenâs line. She did not have thin lips or hips, quite the reverse. âItâs not like that,â heâd said, much to everyoneâs amusement.
âMight as well be like that, Vera might be a bit old for you, but she wouldnât say no to a prince. Sheâs a right one in fact, you could do far worse.â
âHoo, Vera!â Another made a suggestive gesture. âIâd marry her tomorrow if sheâd have me!â
âWhy? When she could have me?â said toothless old Carlos.
The men cackled and Eric was hoping the spotlight was off himself, but there was too much time on a ship. Soon they reverted.
âCome on, Eric. Whatâs it like to have wenches crossing the ocean for you? Donât tell us you waste it all.â
Carlos grinned his toothless grin. ââCourse he wastes itâdo you not know the boy? Heâs out here with all oâus. We have our living to make, but heâs here on his own account.â
Pierre took the coiled rope from Eric, lifting its wet bulk as if it was nothing. âAye, whatâs that aboutâyouâd rather be here with a handful of rough grunts like us than back at home with a handful of sweet curves?â
Eric knew he was blushing then, but he only shook his head. âIâve told you how important the sea trade is. I believe in this trip.â
âI believe in a long pair a legs!â Carlos called.
The men cackled and a ribald list of favorite body parts came from various men on the deck.
âWhat about you, Eric?â Juan asked.
âI suppose I likeâeyes,â Eric said, knowing he would only set them off again.
He didnât much mind the menâs ribbing, though he wasnât as annoyed by Grimsbyâs interruption as he sometimes was.
âEric, I believe I have mentioned beforeâbut itâs time you start to distance yourself from the men. At least do not indulge in this sort ofâjesting.â
âThey donât mean anything by it. Half of them are happily married.â
âI am far from suggesting that you need to marry any time soon, but a strong alliance with the mainland would not exactly hurt. You of all people recognize how fragile our islandâs economy is.â
âYes. Thatâs the point of this trip, and the last one, and the next one! We can ally ourselves through regular trade with half of the Americas. I cannot marry that many women.â
Grimsbyâs lip twitched. âA fair point, sire. Not but what the ambassador from Colombia had a very pretty daughter. In fact, I thought you rather enjoyed her.â
âClaudia was very kind, but she was homesick the whole time she was here.â
âI daresay sheâd get over it. You do realize no one whoâs visited would say no?â
Eric frowned and ran a hand through his damp hair, perturbed for the first time that day. âThat makes it worse, canât you see? I donât want someone who has already decided to say yes. Or worse, someone who feels like she canât say no.â
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This is incredibly excellent as literary analysis and graphing! Interdisciplinary!
Jane Austen Charted #4
Darcyâs Irrepressible Feelings Graphed
X Axis: Time
Y Axis: Level of Ardent Love
Also included: Proposal DANGER line
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Henry Crawford on Fanny Price not immediately liking him:
âI do not quite know what to make of Miss Fanny. I do not understand her. I could not tell what she would be at yesterday. What is her character? Is she solemn? Is she queer? Is she prudish? Why did she draw back and look so grave at me? I could hardly get her to speak. I never was so long in company with a girl in my life, trying to entertain her, and succeed so ill! Never met with a girl who looked so grave on me! I must try to get the better of this. Her looks say, âI will not like you, I am determined not to like youâ; and I say she shall.â
Mansfield Park Memes, Ch 24
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10 Marvel Quotes matched to Jane Austen characters
Not as good as Disney quotes, but still fun! Read full list here. Also, look at these smiles!
My favorite: 5. During the first month Anne is forced into company with Captain Wentworth and does her level best to be normal but also blend into the wall paper:Â
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10 Disney Burns applied to Jane Austen characters
Go check this out đâ¤ď¸
8. Lizzy after Mr. Collins has spoken for a page and a half without a full stop:
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The room was COOL AND DARK, BUT NOT TOO COLD. They both had good socks, also.
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Lucius Malfoy escaped from Azkaban, and turned up dead a few months later in a high-end penthouse in Muggle London. Hermione is investigating, but so are Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
I just love the idea of these four confusing the heck out of each other while trying to solve a murder.
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Sherlock leaned over the body, bent nearly in half at the waist. He was frowning. âThis man was in prison. Not here. Iâm guessing a third-world country; there were chains.â
âThey donât really say that anymore,â John said. âThe term is developing nation.â
Sherlock looked around the room, then back at the manâs eyes and partially-open mouth. âThe prison was near the ocean. Despite the deficiency in nutrients, he received omega-3 fatty acids from a diet largely of fish.â
He lifted the manâs hand and pushed his loose sleeve up. It exposed a tattoo of a snake coming out of a skull. âHe believed in the paranormal. The skull, the snakes⌠they were meaningful.â
âI guessed that myself,â John said mildly. âDo you think thatâs a prison tattoo? And did he escape prison or was he released?â
Their friend Lestrade strode heavily back and forth in the entryway to the penthouse, past an arch and a hat stand where each hook was a snake.
He was speaking into his phone. âName on ID is Linus Malvoy. No next of kin or emergency contact on his rental application. One previous address listed in France. Background check turned up nothing.â
Sherlock returned his attention to the victim. âNot a prison tattoo. Earlier than that. The shape indicates his forearm was more muscled and thicker when it was new.â He rubbed it. âItâs not a normal tattoo. True black ink is made from pigment, acrylic resin, glycerine, water, witch hazel, and isopropyl alcohol. The needle punctures heal, but thereâs a distinctive look of western tattoos. This is not it.â
âMaybe he got it in that third world country?â
Sherlock smirked. âDeveloping nation, John.â
âSod off.â
Sherlock stood to his full height. Three crime scene techs were taking photos and cataloging the furniture, documenting the placement of the few decorative items, and lgetting photos of the murdered man. A few evidence numbers had been propped up.
âThat woman,â Sherlock said, looking beyond the body to one of the technicians, âis⌠weird.â
âWeird?â John repeated. âDid you just say weird?â
Sherlock didnât respondâJohn didnât expect itâbut strode over to the woman. She had curly hair in a French braid. She wore well-fitted trousers and a white button down shirt. Her lanyard said her name was Jean Granger. She was very pretty.
âWhy didnât I see you before?â Sherlock demanded.
âIâm fairly new on the staff.â
âNo, I mean, today. How long have you been in this room?â
She cocked her head. âAbout an hour, with the rest of the team.â
Sherlock frowned. âThatâs impossible. I didnât see you. John, did you see her?â
âI mustâve, but I didnât really notice.â John stuck out his hand. âJohn Watson, nice to meet you.â
She returned it with a smile. âJean Granger, likewise.â
âYou shouldâve noticed her,â Sherlock said. âSheâs exactly your type, yet you didnât see her until I pointed her out.â
John took a step back. âMy type? Whatâre youâ?â
But Sherlock had already moved on. He was analyzing the young woman. âYouâre new to the job, but not new to violent death. Your parents were dentists. You have an orange cat; no husband, no kids.â
She raised her chin, frowning him down. âVery good, but Iâm not the mystery here. Perhaps focus on the murdered man.â
She gestured around the room, from the empty fireplace to the man to the windows that looked down on London. You could see the Eye from here.
She barely glanced toward the man on the floor. Her gold pen bounced once against her notepad.
âYou knew him,â Sherlock said.
âNo, I didnât.â
Even John spotted the lie that time.
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Hey I'm writing a darklina fic and I was wondering if I could very briefly reference TSAR (specifically the merzost fish) in it? I'd give credit, obviously.
Oh, Iâd be honored! Please use whatever youâd like!! :-)
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