#And my main supervisor loved my presentation and just immediately got some of the more subtle design choices I made

[valorkook]

Milestones | j.jk

pairings: jeon jungkook x genderneutral!reader 

type/warning: hospital!AU, doctor!jungkook, nurse!reader, romance, some fluff and angst on the side, tsundere!jungkook (cold, temperamental character), age difference, enemies-to-lovers trope, inaccurate depiction of hospital work environment, kind of inspired from Koi wa Tsuzuku yo Dokomademo and from my dreams lmao

word count: 900+ 

summary: You are confident that your work evaluation forms were scored excellently by your co-workers, especially by your chief nurse and supervisor. So why did she gave you a week to transfer and work under a different department in the hospital?

prologue | part one | part two 

Another morning. Another cup of piping hot coffee.

Yet you wouldn’t have it any other way as you make your way up the stairs for your daily climb (the only exercise you are used to). The medical director of this private institution discourages their employees to use the common elevators as it is expected to be only used by patients instead, especially when patients are bound to be transferred, strapped in a stretcher or sitting on a wheelchair. That only sucks to those departments that are located in the third level and above.

Luckily for you and your co-workers, the maternity unit occupies the hospital’s second floor where it is linked to the delivery rooms found on the other side of the main building. It’s built that way to cater expecting mothers who are in labor by the time they step foot in this hospital. More than that, it enables other departments linked to this ward to easily transfer patients without the need to wait for the queue in front of the elevators on the ground floor.

You have been working as a nurse in the maternity unit for nearly two years, since the beginning of your practice you were expected to do rotations in different units for the first week of your job. Among the wards provided for the city within Severance Hospital, you grew to love working in the maternity department where you have a chance to take a glimpse at newly-born babies with their mothers by their side.

Although you consider yourself not being a morning person, your scheduled shift at the unit started to change your view regarding dreadful mornings. Well, as long as you get to have a cup of coffee you are then equipped to face your patients at the beginning of the day. Babies are a bonus to your morning shifts, getting the chance to hold them gently and perhaps giving them a lukewarm bath can uplift anyone’s mood, like yours, so easily. 

Newborns in this ward are much more peaceful compared to the pediatric patients that occupy the hospital rooms above the third floor.

But more than just babies, the department you are a part of actually prioritizes the maternal health of every patient in this ward. . . even if some of them were discharged without the presence of babies in their arms or wombs in the first place. Though at the end of the day, it is your objective to recover them back to their quality of life after the loss.

Most newly-applied nurses would put the maternity department at the farther part of their list of the units they would likely be entering. Perhaps next to that was the pediatric department, or this department maybe non-existent in their checklist . For you back then, you had the maternity unit at the third of your list, while the pediatric was on the tenth list. It’s not that you did not surpass the quota of the top 2 departments (in fact, your fresh knowledge got you scouted by senior nurses in the aforementioned units) but after you got a taste of what it’s like to work in the ward you’re currently in, you immediately changed your list. For you, there’s no going back.

You like the workflow you built over the years: memorizing the placement of each file and cabinets filled with equipment, as well as having a pleasant team of nurses and doctors who can juggle the workload of filing the documents needed by the mother as well as their offspring before discharge. You were assured that your performance was according to the best decisions you and your co-workers can come up with for the prognosis of the patients and their babies, and that all of your actions are aligned with the hospital policies.

So why were you given a week to transfer to the pediatric unit?

Changing your specialty was quite hard, especially when you’re used to the workflow you have before and now you can’t imagine how your creating a new routine in a new unit all over again.

“It’s somewhat the same thing with the way you tend to babies here in the maternity ward.” the head nurse of the maternity ward, Ms. Lee, told you after you did your patient hand-off report to the next nurse in shift. Your day started to go sour when you received her news that she endorsed you to another unit.

 “Except they have grown up a little bit.” head nurse Lee managed to chuckle in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere of the nearly empty conference room, only you and her are present in this private room. She’s aware that pediatrics was not one of the choices you have in your list of hospital wards to continue your nursing practice. 

She continued to explain, “They are experiencing a shortage of staff due to unknown reasons the administration does not want to disclose, and they only ordered us to recommend at least one staff who would be filling the lack of manpower in the pediatric unit. Obviously, I chose you _____. You have the capability to expand your practice in more than just one department.”

“As much as I like hearing you compliment me, Ms. Lee. I still don’t see myself ready to take another specialty. I am still getting used to the routine I made here.” You sighed.

“I believe in you, _____. That, and you were the best bet I could have in return for expecting the administration to increase the budget in this department next year!” Her exclamation got your eyes widening at her comment. So, you were merely the means to reaping the reward she want, the whole department want, in the end.

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you, “You really think they would increase the budget in exchange for me to work in pediatrics?”

Ms. Lee confirmed enthusiastically, “The medical director approves of it, so don't worry and you can come back working in the maternity unit the next year. I will reserve a spot for you before an influx of newly-hired nurses enters this department.”

Oh for sure, you’re coming back to this unit. After all, a year is just a short time to tolerate screaming or crying toddlers.

a/n: please wait patiently for the next part(s), i’m trying to juggle my time before i continue doing my thesis hahaha. if you have any questions, do drop it here! or if you wanna be tagged, just send it thru my ask. 

thank you and have a great day!

[studentville-struggles]

A Double Life

Chapter 3

A self-indulgent Daniel Ricciardo fic.

Summary: Returning to old passions results in the start of chaos and living a double life. We say we hate chaos, but the thrill is unlike anything else.

Words: 1,575 (short im sorry - its a filler really)

Masterlist / Part 1/ Part 2

The reception to your hot lap was incredible. The reception to season one of your show was even wilder. You couldn’t quite believe that people actually wanted to watch you live your life. It was a weird life, you’d give them that, but you wanted to drive, and you also didn’t want to let your supervisors down, so this life was the one you would live. You were lucky enough, and you knew there was a lot of luck (and money) involved, to have the most supportive driving teams, drivers’ academy and university. If even one of them decided it wasn’t worth it, or that it was too much hassle, all of your dreams would come crashing down around you.  

People pleasing was very much the name of the game.  

Your following on social media also increased significantly – which you expected considering there’s more TV coverage for F2 than F3, but this seemed more than normal for an F2 driver. People wanting immediate update on what was going on in your life, wanting to follow on from what was seen on the show.  

In an attempt to keep driving life from your uni life, you had been posting more and more on your ‘drivers instagram’ which you had started when you got the opportunity to go testing. What had started as a space for you to spam your ‘omg im back in a racing suit yay’ posts, soon became full of official team and racing pictures and slowly but surely has become your main professional ‘driver Rachel’ instagram. It also meant that you neglected your old account and so many of your friends didn’t technically follow you anymore. Not helpful in them knowing what you were up to.

You had rarely tweeted (you didn’t know what to tweet about and honestly it felt weird) but you had gained tens of thousands of followers almost overnight. Your friends thought it was hilarious. Lewis was right there to help you freak out about and learn to ignore the negativity such a platform brings in. A surprising amount of people had an issue with you coming back to racing and not having been driving for your entire life.

Life at home was as busy as normal, you were in the routine of 5am starts and 16hour days but you honestly couldn’t wait for the race weekends – the small respite that it allowed. For most drivers, race weekends meant early mornings and an intense schedule. For you it was relief. You considered the 7am wakeup calls a glorious lie-in, and if you were truly honest, you were almost bored in the evenings with nothing to do. Although you had taken to writing papers and collating notes in the emptier evenings.  

You were growing into a real adult you thought. You might only be 22 but you could hold your own in a corporate setting. You’d done enough presentations to your research group, as well as at the occasional conference to deal with hard, complicated and irrelevant questions. A skill Lewis often claimed he wished he’d learned earlier in his career. The two of you were different than other drivers. He was the first black driver in formula one and you had hopes of being the first female driver in formula one for years. My god and if you could score points, you’d be the first women to do so in over 40 years. If you even made it into formula one.  

You’d been approached by a couple of people about testing or going for ‘a chat’. Not all of them followed up with you, and you had a feeling it would be purely miraculous if you even got to test an F1 car. Maybe if you could jump up to third in the standings, you’d be within a shot. After all there had been three rookie drivers only a year ago.  

You were currently sat in fourth place in the F2 standings. Frustrating with how close you had been to improving that score even further in a few races, but still incredibly strong for a rookie year. The rookie luck seemed to be following you everywhere, not that you minded. Some people claimed it was purely ‘beginners' luck’ and that you would crash and burn soon enough, others had a far more favourable explanation. You were lucky enough to have people supporting your racing and a fair few of them, who had seen your show, were adamant that your dedication to a strict and somewhat extreme lifestyle, was the reason for your success. You read these uplifting comments, shunning the trolls, saying that you committed to both a stressful academic course and a stressful motorsport career, you arguably worked harder than half the drivers on the grid. You agreed that you worked hard and were perpetually stressed about your to do list, but you could never say you worked harder than other drivers. You merely worked at different times, weirder times.  

As the season progressed you reaped the rewards of your hard work, with the odd experience bringing you back to reality. A few race wins combined with a DNF brought you into 3rd place as the season end drew near.

You were feeling great, fighting fit and looking to finish the season on a high. Abu Dhabi was new tracks for you so you wanted to make your penultimate race in Sochi count as much as possible, not wanting the unfamiliarity of Abu Dhabi to throw you off. You’d sat with the team management and your engineers, done the math and you knew what you needed to do to maintain your third place standings. You calculated whether a second place finish was possible, which although unlikely, it was doable with some outstanding results.

By now your camera crew were your biggest cheerleaders trackside, beside your parents of course, perhaps a side effect of the amount of time spent together. Upon discovering a second place finish was technically possible, had lost the majority of their decorum and were hyping you up no end about it. Secretly you loved it, though it also added to the pressure you felt.

People often thought you were exaggerating how close you were to your team, but you honestly loved them all. You spent every day with them, from walking into university with them, to travelling to test days and Grand Prix's with them.  

The off-weeks before the end of season, had been planned with an abundance of lab time and note taking, allowing for the final weeks of the season to be nearly fully focused on racing. Well as close as was possible for you to allow full focus on racing. As you were far too aware of now, plans are rarely stuck to, and you found yourself on a mid week road trip from university to Woking. You’d had a series of calls and were subsequently invited down for discussion surrounding a drivers spot with McLaren. Apparently Carlos’ contract was up and he had accepted an external offer.

Excitement would never be the right word, but it was as close as you could convey.

Lando Norris was everything you expected him to be and more. McLaren had the whole teammate situation under control and the ‘perks’ of working for them were more than your entire life had been previously working towards. Your manager okayed the contract and your formula 2 team were stoked to see you progress once more. Your presence in motorsport was sudden and it was making waves.

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The announcement of your confirmed contract with McLaren for the next season came as you were busy getting dolled up for the end of season gala. All the drivers, from both F1 and F2, would get together at the end of the season to go all out, have fun and hopefully repair a few friendships the competitiveness may have ruined within the season. It was also one of the first opportunities to get black out drunk for a while. So there was that too.

With both the F1 and F2 seasons ending at the same time, it was handy for you to say goodbye to your team mate for the year, as well as the rest of the drivers you’d been competing against. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t see them again, you just wouldn’t be seeing them so constantly next year. The gala also gave you the opportunity to spend some time with your new team mate, Lando Norris, and suss out some of the other drivers.  

Lewis had obviously been teasing you about seeing Ricciardo again, having successfully avoided him since your hot lap. Though he did randomly follow you on instagram a couple weeks back. Weird. You weren’t sure what to make of him now. He had always come across well in the media, perfectly charming and unfairly attractive; a fact you didn’t dare say out loud. However, when you had met him that day, he’d seemed almost arrogant and well, you didn’t stay to find out what else.  

You felt a little guilty. He had made assumptions about you based on his experiences at races, and you had in turn made assumptions about him. Should you have tried to get to know him better? He did compliment your drive in the end. Perhaps the gala was an opportunity to set things straight; he can see you as a driver and you can see what he is really like.  

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

If you feel up for writing more ever all I crave is Ghost angst Constantly S a d //it can have a happy or sad ending if you want I just need to agressively throw my emotions at a fiction character who is also sad//

So anon, I know its been like a few Months or something since you requested this, but here it is,,, Ghost angst!! I can’t tell you my plans because that would spoil the surprise but what I can say is: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I present to you:

Once More, This Time With Feeling

Rating: PG-13 (but rating may go up), SFW for now

Ship: Ghost/Spooker

Warnings: Angst, emotional turmoil, Ghost being an idiot feelings-wise, dark/intrusive thoughts, blocking others out, next chapter may have more warnings

Summary: The P.I.E. team head out for a seemingly normal case, but things quickly spiral out of control, and Ghost ends up in quite a unique circumstance, to say the least.

Word Count: 3,516

Nothing unusual happens, before it all starts, nothing that would indicate how utterly to shit everything goes in a mere matter of hours. There are no red flags, or bad omens, or warning signs. Everything seems as normal as it can be when you’re a paranormal investigator for a living - so when the call comes in for a fairly simple job, Ghost accepts and gives the woman an ETA before shouting a quick, “We’ve got a job!” down the hall and slinging his satchel over his shoulder as he makes his way to the door. He hears a distant whoop from Spooker just before he exits, to which he rolls his eyes.

The car ride is uneventful, save for some antics with Toast’s driving license - or lack thereof. They reach the large office building a few minutes before he said they would, and the woman has a look like she’d be pleased if the situation weren’t so distressing - he’s been met with similar looks much more than one might expect. He walks over and introduces him and his team, all business, and only grimaces slightly when he introduces Spooker, though he thinks the woman might have noticed nonetheless. 

She’s mocha-skinned, a fraction taller than Ghost and perfectly kempt, with a perfectly trimmed bob and rigid posture that scream, “Inconvenience me, I dare you.” An immaculate suit and tie complete the look.

Her name is Christine Hemmingway, and she explains that she works in the office behind her as a supervisor - during a recent trip to the basement, she discovered a strange new door leading to a series of branching underground tunnels reaching lengths she can’t accurately estimate without entering them - an idea she wisely rejected outright - but, from what little she saw from the entrance, might span the entire downtown area. She heard noises, possibly talking, along with a faint ebbing glow, coming from one of the tunnels on the right, but shut the door before she could see who, or what, it was when the sounds went quiet and she heard footsteps approaching. When Ghost asks, she’s adamant the door wasn’t there before, and has replaced a water cooler and a stubby filing cabinet too short to conceal the door, both of which have disappeared completely.

Looking up at the building Ghost notes that it looks completely empty, and asks Christine if she has a way inside, to which she nods and pulls out a key card with her face on it, handing it to him while saying, “Lose this, and you’ll regret it - one, because you won’t be able to get out, and two, because you’ll have to explain to security why you’re inside a business outside office hours, and while I’m sure they’d just love to hear the story of a spooky new door in the basement, I doubt it will save you from being charged with breaking and entering.” Ghost nods and after unlocking the front door and jamming his foot in the crack, he tucks the card safely inside his bag. He hears Toast mutter something like, “Wouldn’t be the first time,” and snorts inelegantly.

Christine looks like she’s starting to rethink her decision about hiring them, so Ghost spits out something professional sounding along the lines of, “We’ll do our best to find the cause of these tunnels, you can count on us ma’am,” and it seems to work pretty well, until Colon breaks the silence with a sharp cough that sounds suspiciously like laughter. Ghost fails to suppress a side-long glance his way, and does even worse at keeping a single brow from arching in question; Colon only “coughs” again, louder this time.

For the sake of his likely rapidly declining paycheck, he just sighs and opens the door, holding it there and waving the others inside. “After you.”

The others enter and he takes the rear, letting Toast lead them towards an elevator with a “1” printed beside it. Pressing the down arrow, Spooker comments, “Nice to use a normal, functioning elevator for once, usually they’re either busted or do something crazy, like move diagonally or something, and are bringing us somewhere that’ll probably try to kill us.”

They all huff varying degrees of laughter, and Ghost replies, “I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t know what you expected when you answered the job request, because “normal” stuff isn’t something we have an abundance of in the “paranormal investigation” line of work. It’s sort of in the name.”

Spooker shrugs and smiles at him dopily, and the elevator dings beside him, announcing its arrival as the door slides open. He flinches at the volume, smile faltering, and they quickly shuffle inside. Colon hits the ‘B’ button, cringing when it beeps too. The elevator shifts and, with a groan, begins its descent. They’re silent on the way down, apart from the occasional tapping of Toast’s foot, or the click-click of Ghost making sure his flashlight works. Spooker looks up at this, and Ghost can practically see his thoughts when he starts, and fumbles at the one clipped to his belt, mouthing “Oh!” He grabs it, looking quite pleased with himself.

Ghost feels something pool in his chest at the sight, much too fond for his liking, and when his lip twitches upwards in amusement, whatever was swelling in his chest immediately curdles. The not-quite-smile sours and congeals, writhing, until he’s left with a deep scowl and an aching where something softer once lay. Despite its unpleasantness, Ghost still finds the feeling easier to deal with; bitterness and discomfort were familiar, they kept him grounded in reality, rather than letting him get his hopes up only for them to be crushed yet again. He doesn’t know how Spooker stays so positive despite how often he’s rejected and let down, especially by Ghost - he doesn’t think he could completely bounce back from many of them, let alone do it as quickly as Spooker does.

As the elevator chimes its arrival to the basement, Ghost feels a sharp pain on his bottom lip, and swears under his breath when he realizes he’s worried his lip hard enough to draw blood. The other two are too far to hear it, but Spooker glances back from where he stands in the doorway, concerned. His eyes flick to Ghost’s lips - the bottom of which now has a small bump, and Ghost swipes his tongue over it unconsciously, tasting iron - and when he meets his eyes again Spooker seems even more worried. “Are you-” he starts, but Ghost interrupts before he can finish, responding, “It’s fine - just a cut,” and Spooker looks like he wants to point out that that isn’t what he was asking, but isn’t sure how, but it doesn’t matter because it’s shut him up for now. He slides past Spooker, deciding to just put aside the whole elevator ride for the time being - he can deal with it after they’ve completed the mission, once he’s alone. He schools his features to neutrality and makes his way across the room to where Toast and Colon are examining an old wooden door, ill-fitting in its modern surroundings. “I understand what she meant by ‘strange’ now,” he comments as he approaches.

“Yeah, definitely stands out, doesn’t it?” Colon shoots back, and rolls back onto his heels, taking in their surroundings.

“All I can really think about is all that paperwork they’re going to need to redo,” Toast interjects.

Ghost snorts, pushing past them, announcing, “Alright, let’s get this shit over with,” and gripping the rusty handle and turning it. He swings open the door to reveal an empty, narrow tunnel, too long for his flashlight’s beam to reach very far ahead, with archways presumably leading to similar tunnels. Spooker, being the last one in, shoves a nearby chair into the gap between the door and frame to keep it open, just in case.

They make their way down the main tunnel, shining their lights down the branches as they pass, every once in a while coming across a room, which they poke their head into, or an iron door - often locked, each with a small, barred window to see inside, and most leading to another seemingly identical tunnel, some complete dead ends, others to (sometimes totally barren) rooms - with no apparent rhyme or reason to their placement. Something about it all plants a growing seed of dread in the pit of his stomach, but he can’t place what it is that bothers him so much. None of these things are unusual to see in their investigations, and are all pretty by-the-book as entities’ lairs go, but maybe it’s the way it’s all laid out - there’s no practical way for them to search every single tunnel, that would take days, maybe weeks, so there’s no real way to know what to expect, and the door placement is so sporadic that it’s impossible to tell if something is locked because it’s important, or just another meaningless path to who-knows-where; maybe it’s that they’ve been walking for at least fifteen minutes and nothing has changed, other than the fact that he can’t see the door anymore, just a wall of darkness at their backs. There aren’t any lights, though Ghost does spot an empty sconce every so often, and Ghost isn’t afraid of the dark by any means, nor is he claustrophobic, but he can feel the darkness behind him like hands on his back, and the tunnel is carved just wide enough to almost fit two people side by side, with flawless smooth stone on all sides, and a ceiling that arcs just above Toast’s head at its peak, so close that Ghost worries it might come crashing down any moment. He doesn’t even know if these are even actual tunnels in the ground, or if they’re in another dimension, or between them - and he’d rather avoid repeating that experience, thank you very much.

Glancing around, the others don’t seem to be any more on alert than they usually are on missions, so he’s probably just overthinking it - but that explanation does little to quell the panic rising in his chest, which only grows larger, filling the space his lungs need to expand. He realizes he’s chewing on his lip again when the cut stings from being reopened. He digs his nails into his palm to bring himself back to the present, but the hands on his back have morphed into something colder, darker, and he can’t focus when, logically, he knows there’s nothing behind him but an empty tunnel and eventually an old door, but every instinct in his body is screaming that something is very, very wrong, and they need to leave right now, but he can't even tell if there’s still an available escape because the tunnel is so completely void of light and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He doesn’t see Colon take out his detector, and clearly jumps about a foot in the air when it shatters the silence with a shrill beep - and just when did it become so deathly quiet that the only sounds are their footsteps on the smooth, stone floor? - and when they look at him like he’s grown a second head he laughs awkwardly and says, “Warn a guy next time!”

Colon takes it at face value, and apologizes before turning back to the beeping machine in his hand; Toast gives him a look of “everything okay?” to which he shrugs, and Toast nods in understanding, probably planning on asking him about it later. Spooker seems unconvinced though, and while he doesn’t say anything, he steps just a fraction closer to Ghost, and maybe by doing so he’s admitting it’s not really fine, that nothing is, but nonetheless, he doesn’t move away. It’s not obvious with the close confines of the tunnel, but Spooker notices, and he smiles a little, but it’s tinged with sadness and something else Ghost can’t name.

That’s when the detector’s beeping spikes, turning frantic.

Everyone is on alert immediately, but Toast is the first one to motion in the direction of what sounds like approaching footsteps, bare on the cold stone floor. They all turn around to face whatever’s coming down the passage, the beeping steadily increasing as the footsteps get louder. A pale foot inches into the beam of one of their flashlights, quickly followed by another, and with it, the rest of the short, petite girl, a mop of tangled black hair hiding most of her face and slim shoulders. Her white dress drags behind her in chunks, shredded and stained from dragging across the ground.

Ghost feels his eyes widen, and realizes he’s stumbled back, pressing into Spooker, who’s practically holding him up by the shoulders. Through the strands of hair he can see a single eye staring out at the bodies crowding the narrow hall, and he knows it’s stupid, but he can’t shake the feeling that it’s staring straight into him, even though she hasn’t glanced up once yet. He’s pretty sure he’s shaking now, and can only hope that Spooker hasn’t noticed, for the sake of his pride.

The ragged figure stops just inside the beam, finally looking up. She meets Ghost’s stare, and holds his gaze - they stay that way, matching each other in a silent battle of ‘who will crack first?’

“K-” he starts, “Katrina?”

Spooker shifts behind him, Ghost thinks he might be staring at him too. He doesn’t break away to check.

Katrina says nothing, only stares.

He takes a quivering step forward, feels Spookers hands fall from his shoulders, reaches out. Katrina still doesn’t look away, but she also doesn’t move away, so he takes another step towards her, then another, then another, until he’s right in front of her, hand merely an inch away from making contact. The flashlight in his hands quakes violently in his death-grip, but he drops a hand onto her shoulder, which is surprisingly solid. This seems to break Katrina from her trance though, and she screeches - not unlike a banshee, Ghost thinks distantly - clawing at him. 

He veers back, not quite quick enough to avoid the talons that just catch his cheek, leaving two shallow claw marks behind. The other three behind him break from their stupors and begin shouting, pushing themselves bodily between the two of them in an effort to protect him. Spooker makes it his job to confirm that Ghost is somewhat okay, before turning back to face the enemy in front of them.

Ghost’s cheek oozes blood, but not enough to really be worried, so he just holds one sleeve up to the cheek, letting it soak up the sticky liquid. The others have their guns trained on Katrina, but he can’t manage to make himself do the same, so he just ends up standing at the back, watching. He feels like a coward. Bile still threatens to claw its way out of his throat as he stands there numbly.

Behind her ratty tangles, she catches Ghost’s eyes once more, before disappearing altogether. He hears himself sobs her name under his breath, feels his legs wobble beneath him, but somehow manages to stay standing, despite the sickening dread swimming in the pit of his stomach. It doesn’t last long though, because soon, the group of them are hit with a wave of vertigo so strong, they fall to their knees collectively. Ghost chokes on his nausea. He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the swimming feeling, and when he opens them again, the long, narrow hallway is gone, replaced instead by an inky black room.

He fumbles blindly at his belt, whipping out his flashlight and flicking it on. He pivots, but his flashlight quickly collides with an obstacle - one that responds with a sharp “Ack! Dude-!” in Spooker’s voice.

“Shit!” Ghost spits, stumbling back - not very far, mind you, being that he hits the wall behind him not two steps back - and proceeds to shine his light directly into Spooker’s eyes until he shields them. “Jeez-Jesus, dude, Jesus.” He finally lowers the light, dropping into a crouch. “I gotta-I can’t, man. Shit!” He takes in a shaky gulp of air and tries not to scream.

Spooker probably has that look he gets when he’s trying to play it cool and seem unconcerned - but just ends up looking confused instead - because Ghost can hear it in his voice when he says, “Are y-?” He clears his throat. “Do you uh-need me to-er take care of that scratch? It could get infected if we don’t uh, do that. Yeah.”

“It would probably help to find some light,” he says, with more bite to it than either of them were expecting, “Y’know, so we don’t blind each other in this pitch-ass-black room?”

Spooker wisely does not comment on that statement, simply takes out his own flashlight and sweeps the beam around the room, eventually coming to rest beside Ghost. He looks up, realizes his head is inches away from the door handle, and sighs wearily before rocking forward and up into a standing position, opening the door.

He’s sure that neither of them are expecting to be met with a completely foreign corridor, still narrow, but seemingly lived in, at least in the past. Dim lights flicker overhead, implanted in a tile ceiling, a stark contrast to the empty sconces and carved stone of the previous tunnel.

They glance at each other once, before shuffling into the hall. Ghost sees three other doors lining the hall - one on the end and two on the opposite wall - and makes his way to the closest one. He moves to try the knob, but is impeded by Spooker catching the hood of his jacket and dragging him back, tutting, “Nope! We’re dealing with your injuries before we do anything else!”

Ghost feels himself pouting, and quickly changes his expression into one more neutral before turning around; Spooker seems to see it nonetheless, because he placates him by saying, “It’ll only sting for a second, promise!”

He pulls him to the ground, and Ghost crosses his legs, resting his uninjured cheek on his hand. He’s very much not sulking right now, even if Toast would tease him for it if he were present. He especially doesn’t glare at the alcohol as Spooker pulls it out. He does hiss as Spooker dabs at his cut, and he can see how much Spooker is struggling to not roll his eyes.

Finally, he’s allowed to do actually important things, and walks to the door, gripping the handle. It rattles, staunchly denying him entry, so he moves on. The next one does the same, and he moves to the one at the end of the hallway, which thankfully swings open with a grating creak, revealing a dimmer, but otherwise identical hallway to the one behind him. He repeats the process, with the exact same result as the previous section. He glances back at Spooker before pushing open the door at the end, to reveal a slightly dimmer version.

Again, he tries the doors. Again, the one at the end is the only one that opens. The next hallway is slightly darker than the last.

Ghost’s stomach churns nervously, and he glances once more at Spooker, whose expression is starting to match his own.

The light quickly diminishes, and soon enough they’re flicking their flashlights back on. “Crap-” he hears behind him, just before their lights flicker once, twice, and die simultaneously. A familiar giggle echoes throughout the small corridor, and Ghost shivers, moving minutely closer to where he last saw Spooker. Ghost shakes himself and fumbles toward the end of the hall, using the walls to guide himself. “Try the other doors, I’ll try the one at the end of the hall.” He hits the end of the hall a little harder than he meant to, and is a little glad for the dark, even if it can’t hide the soft ‘thud’ that bounces through the room. The door rattles in its frame, unbudging, so Ghost throws over his shoulder, “This one’s stuck, what about the others?”

“No luck over he-Woah!” A slam ricochets throughout the small place - presumably the door meeting the wall in a less than pleasant fashion. “You good?” Ghost manages to get out without his worry peeking through, falling just short of nonchalant.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m alright, just caught me off guard. Let’s go.” They hobble through the doorway, which slams shut behind them. Ghost’s mind swims with deja vu for a second, but he can’t place the reason for it, so he decides to put it aside for the moment.

Ghost thinks later that if he had to choose the moment everything truly started going to shit, he might choose this one. Like the calm before the storm, or the eye of a hurricane, or some other cliché crap.

Either way, the soft click of the door locking behind them feels like an omen of things to come.

Or maybe it’s the axe swinging directly toward Spooker’s head.

[lia-jones]

Growing Pains - Chapter Two - Victor, not Sir

After the meeting with the CEO, I got a call from Goldman to inform me of the department I would be assigned to: the financial department. As a part of my internship, and as investigation for my thesis, I was assigned three French companies to assist with the investment. Besides that, I would help in any way I could, taking someone’s work if they were absent or just assist my supervisor.

They assigned Ted Kasey as my supervisor, one of the top people in LFG investment team. He and the CEO were usually on good terms, having regular lunches and meetings, and it was obvious he had Victor’s consideration. Ted Kasey was a charismatic red headed guy, with a hearty laugh and a slightly prominent beer belly under his suit, hinting at how he enjoyed drinking socially. Probably in his forties, he was a genius in investments, only matched by the CEO himself. And because of that, and also because everybody loved him, he was deeply respected.

Victor Lee’s reputation in the company was very different. He was also respected, but the kind of respect you conquer from fear. He was known to have very little patience to those that didn’t meet his standards, and for being incredibly standoffish, not letting anyone come close to him, at risk of being insulted.

Every morning he arrived to the office he would mutter a quick “Good morning” and head immediately to his office, unless he had to scold anyone in the room. In that case, he would drop an angry “In my office immediately”, and whoever he summoned would come out red as tomato and barely speaking. Fortunately, the CEO had yet to speak to me since I started working in LFG. My first day started with introductions over coffee and a welcome cake, and I found on my desk a personalized mug with my name and LFG logo and some company stationary. That day, the CEO spent all day in his office, not bothering to come say hi. Goldman made excuses for him, but I couldn’t care less. If what people were saying was true, if he was that ruthless and overbearing, I’d rather keep him as far as possible from me.

For that same reason, I was more than happy when Ted offered to present my first report on my behalf. And it sort of became a habit, Ted going to talk to Victor every time I was summoned, claiming it was his responsibility as my supervisor. I couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. I didn’t have to deal with the vicious CEO and I didn’t have to interrupt my work, so that suited me just fine.

Two months had already passed, and I seemed to think of Daniel less and less, the memories fading along with the pain. It still hurt sometimes if I focused too much on the subject, but the fact that no one there knew what I had been through made things incredibly easier, since I didn’t have to deal with the shame. I could be just me, without the stigma of a fate I did not chose for myself.

To be honest, the moment I decided to move to Loveland for the internship was the moment I decided I would leave Portugal for good. My savings were enough to make a deposit to rent a beautiful one room apartment in the most traditional part of town and to get myself a used car to commute. I immediately made friends with my front door neighbor Levi, and I learned he was a Krav Maga instructor, so I started taking his classes. I also had Diane as a friend, a co-worker in the same department that was a domestic account manager. One day, in the coffee room, I made a joke about Goldman being the bravest person in the world for working that closely to the CEO, and Diane overheard me and just poured her heart out. It turns out she had a major crush on Goldman, and judging by the number times Goldman would drop by her desk, always with a feeble excuse, he was crushing on her too. We became good friends right there and then, united as girls often become when they start talking about their crushes.

I had friends, hobbies and a good job. I was well settled, and life seemed pretty good. I was on my way to happiness. I could feel it.

But, of course, no good deed goes unpunished, and no rose is without its thorns, and all the things people say when they have a good thing going but it starts to go sour, so it wasn’t really surprising when my car decided to break down in the middle of Loveland’s main avenue, on my way back home, at 8 pm, under pouring rain. I managed to pull it to the curb, and opened the hood from inside, talking myself into getting out and get heavily rained on to take the usual precautions.

The umbrella I took with me outside didn’t help a bit, the wind blowing on it and turning it inside out. It took me less than two minutes to get drenched, while I tried to signal that my car was parked there and needed assistance. Distracted by the conversation I was having with my insurance company, trying to have my car taken to a mechanic, I didn’t even notice the black sedan that stopped right in front of my car.

When I turned to face the road, I was startled by a tall man in an expensive suit, standing right beside me, holding an umbrella. I jumped back with the scare.

“Do you need help?” The arrogant cold voice gave away his identity even before I had a chance to look at his face. It was LFG’s CEO, Victor Lee. I sighed loudly in relief.

“No, Sir, I just need to call a mechanic. I got it, don’t worry.” I said, trying to be polite while I wished for him to go away fast. I didn’t need to cuddle the CEO on top of my predicament.

“You shouldn’t be alone this late, especially with this weather. And in any case, it will be very hard to find an open shop at this hour.” He spoke like I was stupid to want to fend for myself. “Get in my car and warm yourself, while I make some calls.”

I nodded sheepishly and went inside my car to get my purse, cursing the Gods for putting me in such a situation. Seeing he had a bad temper, I avoided the CEO like the plague, wanting my work to speak for me more than myself. I sat on the passenger front seat of his car and fidgeted awkwardly, while he turned up the heater.

“Take your blouse off.” He asked. I blinked at him, horrified. He looked at me, offended. “This is not a seduction tactic, I just don’t want you to call in sick tomorrow because of a pneumonia. You have a top underneath, you’ll remain decent.”

I nodded, dawning on me that now that my shirt was wet, he could see through it. And with the heater, my top and skin would dry faster without a wet shirt of top of it. I removed my shirt awkwardly trying to move the least possible, not wanting to bother him. But to my dismay, he was getting more aggravated by the minute.

“Why are you moving like that? Did you leave your motor skills at LFG?”

I took a deep breath and finally removed my shirt, unable to avoid a wet sleeve to slap his nose.

“That’s what I was trying to avoid.” I said, my voice flat. He turned to retort, but his eyes fell on my hands and widened, and he quickly turned his face the other way. I immediately looked down to see what made him turn away so fast. And I could dig a whole, crawl there and die. My nipples were hard from the moist and the cold, and were perfectly noticeable under my wet top. I immediately crossed my arms in front of my chest, the sudden movement seemingly noticed by him and making his cheeks blush slightly, by the little I could see from his face.

As I prayed to God to send a lightning to strike me, or a hurricane, or perhaps a nuclear bomb, he removed his jacket and put it over my crossed arms.

“Here. You look cold.” He said, his poker face back on. And the embarrassment was such I almost whimpered in agony. “Let me make that call.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to forget where I was and what just happened, while he spoke with what seemed to be his insurance company, basically ordering them to come get a car that they didn’t insure and take it to their mechanic. He finished the call abruptly, and remained silent, staring at the rain hitting furiously on the windshield. After a minute, or maybe less, his phone vibrated. He picked it up immediately.

“Yes? (pause) Yes. First thing in the morning. (pause) Then make it happen. (another pause) Good.” He hung up and turned to me. “Give me your car keys.”

I handed him the keys as quickly as possible. He took his umbrella from the back seat and went outside. In a matter of seconds, the headlight of a motorcycle was visible in the night, stopping near my car. Victor handed him the keys and quickly returned. He turned to me again.

“Your car is being taken by the mechanic shortly. You will have it fixed tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I’m taking you home.” And with that, the CEO started the car and we drove away. I was dumbfounded at how quickly he solved my problem, but what confused me the most was the fact he was doing it in the first place. If he just kept driving, instead of stopping to help me, he would be having a fine meal at his luxurious home, dry and pristine as he always was, possibly surrounded by concubines that looked like supermodels. But here he was, looking like a drowned rat, his coat wet and starting to wrinkle due to my wet top, taking me home.

We drove without a word, until he broke the silence.

“Are you… enjoying your work at LFG?” He asked, like he didn’t care much about the answer, just making small talk to stave off the awkwardness.

“Very well, Sir, I’m learning a lot.” I answered, happy to think about something other than my hard nipples.

“Enjoying your life in Loveland? I see you made friends already.” His voice was still stern, but a bit softer. As if he was glad I was making friends.

“People are very friendly here. It wasn’t hard.” I answered shortly.

“Just pay attention to the people you interact with. You’re alone, don’t have any family here… It could be dangerous.” Why did he care? I shrugged it off, probably the polite thing to say to a girl living alone, I thought. The comment didn't sit well with me though.

“You don’t need to worry, Sir. I can take care of myself.” I said, trying not to be rude.

“Good.” He swerved the car to the right, stopping at the curb. “We’re here.” I noticed we were near my building’s entrance.

“Wait, how did you know this is where I-“

“Can you please get inside so I can go home?” He interrupted me, annoyed.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said, closing the door and running to my building. I heard him from behind.

“It’s Victor. Call me Victor, not Sir.” He shouted through the open passenger window.

I turned and nodded in understanding, and went inside immediately. It was only when I was already inside my apartment that I noticed I was still holding his jacket. And how the hell did he know where I lived?

[tommyquackson]

Getting Me a Little Bit | t. holland | part 1

Not My Gif

summary: toms an angel but his life begins changing when he meets one of the most dangerous monsters he’s ever heard of, you. angel!tom and demon!au

warnings: angels, demons and supernatural creatures,

note: new series!!! mostly based of the song Horns by Bryce Fox because i love that song so much.

New York City was bright and alive at 2:57am on a Friday. It was almost the witching hour, which usually meant Tom would be in the safety of his apartment asleep by now, but his mission required him to be out tonight. He wasn’t exactly excited about it, but he was ready to do his job and carry out the will of God.

His mission was to gather info on a supposed succubus at one of the more popular clubs in NYC. As a field angel, Tom was to report back to the higher ups about what they found and then they’d intervene is necessary. He always felt a little disappointed at this aspect of the job, he wanted to be in the action, actually making a difference on Earth.

He straightens his collar as he walks up to the building entrance, there’s a long line to get in but Tom doesn’t plan on waiting, he’s got to get in there and fast. He takes one look at the bouncer and knows that this place is demon infested; only demons hire Leviathans as their bouncers. He gives himself a mental peptalk as he adjusts the bracelet that allows him to hide his angel form. He walks forward, doing his best to exude confidence and authority, despite having neither. The bouncer takes a look at him, eyebrows raising up, but Tom smirks and pulls out a necklace with a pentagram and a few other demonic symbols. He felt dirty just touching it, much less putting it on, but he needed to get in and blend in. The bouncer nodded and allowed him in, saluting him as Tom passes.

The club was much different on the inside, no doubt a few hexes and charms on the place to keep people coming in and staying. The strobe lights moved like hips across the sea of sweaty people dancing way too close together. It almost looked like a blue, red and green lightning storm, with the bass of the music as the thunder. Tom could feel is bones shake and his brain drum against his skull, he pushed it to the side and began surveying. He walked to the bar, looking around for any signs of the main succubus. He orders a vodka, but turns it to water as soon as he gets his angelic hands on it. He sits at the bar for a while, just watching and pretending to enjoy himself.

“You waitin for someone?” A voice drips sultry from his left side, he turns and sees a gorgeous women with large curly hair, and a tiny red dress on. She’s got a childish devil horn headband sitting in her hair, her nails are long and pointy and clearly fake but it adds to the appeal. She’s shorter than Tom but her heels make her legs look deliciously long. It takes Tom a moment to swallow the surprise in his throat.

“Uh, no, not waitin on anyone” He speaks, finally looking at her eyes, which are sparkling with mischief. She smirks and bites her lip, giving Tom a view of her canines that seem almost too sharp for a human. Of course, she’s a demon, maybe she has some info on the succubus.

“So, you’re looking for someone?” She feigns innocence and for a split second Tom almost believed it. He laughs at himself for even letting her almost trick him.

“Something like that, what’s your name” He smirks, trying his best to play her game, after all, he was supposed to convince these blasphemers that he was one of them.

“Y/n, whats yours pretty boy?” She tilts her head to the side, sipping out a drink that has seemingly appeared in her hand.

“Tom, whaddya say we go somewhere we can...talk” He looks down at her. She smiles widely, standing up straight and grabbing his hand.

“I know just the place” She speaks walking off and pulling Tom through the crowd of people dancing. He watches as she dances through people, still holding onto Toms hand, occasionally pushing her body against his when the crowd gets to dense for them to have breathing room. The finally step into the clear, and walk down a flight of stairs, passing couples in various positions on the way down. She pushes open a red door with a cartoon rendition of the devil as a baby.

Tom finally realizes that it’s her, she’s the succubus, now how does he get out of here without becoming a victim.

“Wow, you’re smart, what are you?” She walks backwards against the door, pulling Tom against her body.

“What do you mean?” He nearly gulps but tries his best to remain calm. She rolls her eyes and runs her hands up his shoulders. The act alone made Tom feel like he was forsaking his Father, he holds down the fear in his stomach.

“Oh come on, you found out I was a succubus, not only that, but you were looking for me, so what are you? A hunter?” She locks eyes with him and he feels himself forcing the answer to the forefront of his brain, he can’t help but blurt it out.

“Angel” He mentally screams at himself to stop speaking to this succubus.

“Oo, an Angel, never had one before. This could be fun” She grins then flicks a finger towards her and a chair slides across the floor and Tom is pushed into it. As he goes to protest, rope begins to quickly slither up the chair and tighten around his legs and wrist. She being slowly swaying her hips, causing Tom to focus on her body and only her body. His struggle seizes and he finds himself unable to form a coherent thought that has anything else to do with the succubus in front of him.

“Tell me Angel, d’you come here to kill me?” She speaks moving into his lap, ghosting red lips against his throat. He shakes his head no as hard as he can, he could never kill her, he wants nothing more than to please her.

“You were gonna tell on me Angel?” She says pouting at him, her eyes look so sad that Tom feels his gut wrench. He looks down at his lap, completely ashamed.

“S’okay Tom, I forgive you. You won’t tell on me anymore” She smirks, he shakes his head no again, looking up at her hopeful that he’s pleased her.

“You wanna know a secret Tommy?” She finally stands and walks around him a couple times.

“Please” he croaks out, his voice raspy.

“I’m not a succubus” She giggles dropping down to a squat in front of Tom. His face twists in confusion and he begins sputtering trying to puzzle what she could possibly be, she shows all signs of a Succubus. except the telekinesis, that’s more a demon thing.

“I’ll let you guess, here’s a hint. My daddy’s very high up, and i’ve got a pair of these” She practically whispers out, as she says it, two horns grow from her hair, slithering into shape of the horns on her headband. Her whole eyes have turned red, with flames dancing around. Her pupil had completely disappeared, making her eyes look much bigger.

He doesn’t get it for a second, like a riddle that takes a few seconds to solve. He thinks, running through the list of every higherup demon he can think of until it hits him. Demons don’t have horns, there’s only one that does, Lucifer. She’s the Devils daughter. Y/n smiles at the gasp Tom lets out.

“Still gotta feed on humans tho, mama was a succubus, what can I say” She chuckles and runs her hands up and down his thighs. He licks his lips and stares with his lips parted, breathing fast and hard.

“Ya know what Tom, I like you. I’m not gonna use you to feed. I’m gonna keep hanging out with you though, think we’d make great friends.” She states flicking her wrist, making the rope holding Tom down falls to the ground. She walks and sits on the bed, crossing her legs and bouncing her top foot.

“You’re letting me go?” He stutters, not quite believeing it. Maybe she likes a good chase, to hunt her prey.

“Sure am, gonna visit you all the time though. We can hang out like mortal friends do. Be a real cool duo.” She shrugs.

“I don’t think either of our fathers would appreciate that.” Tom speaks, that’s the longest sentence he’s been able to confidently say to her yet.

“Oh because our daddy’s are so present in our lives, please. You think i’d be here if my dad actually gave a shit about me. It’s clear you don’t wanna do this either, but you’re an angel so you may not question what the almighty says” She speaks the last part in a deep mocking voice. Tom has nothing to say, letting her know she’s telling the truth.

“Well, go on. I’ll see you soon, don’t stay long or I will feed on you. Haven’t fed tonight” She flashes her fiery red eyes and extended canines at him, jumpstarting his heart and making him almost jog up the steps and out of the hot and humid club.

As he steps out into the street, he breathes deep, confusion clouding his brain. Now that’s he’s nowhere near y/n, he realizes how wrong and purely evil this all is. He rips the necklace off of his neck and places his hands on his head. He should immediately go to his supervisors, but what can they do. Heaven and Hell would wage a mighty war of angels killed Satans daughter. He shakes his head, going back and forth through different scenarios the whole way home.

He gets inside his apartment and locks the door, though he decides to skip the protection protocols. He grabs a water and drinks it down quickly. He crawls into bed and the second before he falls asleep, he imagines y/n laying next to him, wishing him a goodnight.

-

Toms nose crinkles in his sleep, he’s lightly awaken by the smell of, pancakes? He squints his eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He stands and slowly creeps down the hall and into his kitchen. His breath stops when he’s greeted with the sight of y/n dressed in leggings and a red bleach stained t-shirt. She’s quietly humming as she flips pancakes and stirs eggs.

“Morning tommy,” She sings without turning around.

“Uh, what’re you doing here?” He mumbles looking around to see if anyone else is present.

“think that’s pretty obvious angel, i’m cooking breakfast” She finally turns around, a glowing smile on her face and of Tom didn’t know any better, he’d think she was an Angel herself, except for the horns slightly peeking out of her bouncy curls, they look messier than last night but beautiful nonetheless.

“I didn’t know you were serious, uh last night” He gives in, sitting at the table in the kitchen.

“Course I was, don’t worry, I made sure none of your superiors were here before I showed up.” She winked at him, placing a plate of food in front of him.

Tom has to admit it looks and smells delicious. He’s not one for eating a lot, he has no real reason but he enjoys it every now and then again. She sits across from him and begins eating her plate.

“So, what are your plans for the day?” She asks so casually, it almost tricks Tom to believe they’re a completely domestic and mortal couple.

“I have to go to a mission report meeting, about the uh succubus” He gulps down his food and struggles through the sentence.

“Can I go with you?” She asks and tom almost chuckles before he sees her face and realizes she’s serious.

“I can’t, how would I explain you?” He says eyes wide, he knows that you’re not gonna back down to going.

“I’m an angel, i’m on a long term mission to prove that there’s demons in the NYC government.” She says matter of factly. It’s obvious she put thought into this.

“They’d never believe that, they’ll want to see your records and-“

“You already know I can be very persuasive. As long as they look into my eyes I can be whatever I want and they’ll believe, all under the assumption that they’ve come up with the info themselves. Angels are egotistical and very easy to convince.” She shrugs and stands to clean her plate. “Also, i’m not asking you, i’m coming either way. Gotta make sure my club stays out from under your radar.” She winks at Tom.

He puts his head in his hands and sighs deeply,

“Fine but you have to” He looks up at her and sees her now dressed in white jeans and a light blue sweater. Her horns have completely sunk into her hair and her nails are now short and bare.

“Change? Way ahead of ya angel” She smiles walking out of the kitchen and moves towards his room. He quickly stands and follows her, grumbling about how much trouble he’s going to be in of her plan doesn’t work.

[horncity18-blog]

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The Devil All the Time Director on Channelling Donald Ray Pollock’s Book and Casting Robert Pattinson

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Since the first sinister trailer for Antonio Campos’ adaptation of Donald Ray Pollock’s novel The Devil All the Time arrived, the film has caused quite a buzz. This is the latest Netflix original to land, a pitch black drama set in the Ohio town of Knockemstiff where the corrupt and the lost intertwine in a mix of horror and tragedy. One of the standouts from the trailer is the incredible A-list cast brought together for this ensemble piece. Robert Pattinson plays a predator preacher, Bill Skarsgard a damaged war veteran, Sebastian Stan a dirty cop and Jason Clarke and Riley Keough husband and wife serial killers. 

“I wasn’t like Nick Fury showing up,” laughs Campos when he chats to us about building his cast. “It’s a very long drawn out process.” Though he has two actual Avengers in his line up, this is a portrait of villains rather heroes and those trying to negotiate the world between two wars.

Campos chats to us via Zoom from his home in Chile about casting, building the world of Knockemstiff and the Godless fanatics that populate his film.

When did you first come across the book and what made you hunger to turn that into a movie?

I read the book because Randy Poster, who’s known as a music supervisor, gave me the book and he said, “I think you’d really like this and that if you like it, then we could do it together” and he would produce. And I really loved it. I thought, well this something I’d love to do with my brother, who’s not a screenwriter, but has written short stories and prose. So that’s how it all started. And then from there, it was many years of just working on the script and getting this cast together.

What did you love about the material? Because, there’s not much redemption for anyone other than possibly Arvin.

I don’t always go when I read a story “Okay, well, this character needs to be redeemed”. It’s more “do I enjoy the journey that I go on with the character? And do I experience something that I haven’t experienced before? Can I get into their head and mindset?” A lot of characters were from the universe of Southern Gothic and noir and hard-boiled fiction, which are two of my favorite genres, but they felt different. They felt a little more complicated. And the way that Don [Ray Pollock] was weaving from one story to the other was really exciting. At the end of the day, it was this main thread with Willard and Arvin that held it all together.

This father-son story set between two wars and the trauma that the father passes on to the son.  That was the thing that tied it all together. That generational story I found really compelling. I’ve been drawn to generational stories recently, in the last few years, the last four or five years, it’s been the kind of story that I’ve been most excited to try to tell. Then dramatically the exploration of faith in the book, and the fact that the book is about all these people that are such devout fanatic believers, but there isn’t really the presence of God, but still there’s some sort of grand design that reveals itself by the end. That aspect of it I thought was really compelling to do.

You mentioned obviously your incredible cast, can you tell me a little bit about how you went about assembling such a massive group of A-listers on this?

That’s the question I get the most. I wasn’t like Nick Fury showing up and going there. It’s a very organic process where I was lucky to have come across some of these actors along the way. Like Rob, we had some mutual friends and we started to become friendly and I showed him the script and he immediately sort of gravitated towards Teagardin. I actually said “you’re basically the first person to have read this, tell me who you’d love to play?” And he said Teagardin.

Tom had been cast as Spider-Man, but I hadn’t seen him as Spider-Man. He was just this really interesting young actor. I really was drawn to his personality and his energy. I had seen The Impossible so I knew that he had chops. And I knew that he also had this interesting background in theater. I just saw this young scrappy guy who could portray someone like Arvin. That was good fortune that I had met him when I met him. Just little by little, it’s a very long drawn out process.

Lots of your cast are British but they all absolutely nail the accent, can you tell me about that?

The accents were really specific. We got really specific to regions and we had an amazing dialect coach named Rick Lipton and Don Pollock had recorded a lot of the dialogue himself. So the actors could listen to it to get the Southern Ohio of it. Don had found a female friend of his to record some of the dialogue for Haley and for Riley to hear. Then Don had found some friends in West Virginia, and then there’s this really great documentary from the 60’s called Holy Ghost People and that was a big reference point for the West Virginia accent. It’s a documentary about these kinds of Backwoods churches.

Don Ray Pollock is your narrator, which is incredible. How did that come about and how did that affect you in terms of any changes from the book?

We always had Don’s voice in our head for a narrator and there was nobody else that could play it. We were lucky that he said yes. It was a lot of pressure on my brother and I, because we loved the book and we respected the hell out of Don. We really wanted him to be happy with the script and with the movie. He read drafts along the way, he gave his thoughts, his notes, he’d riff on the voiceover and, as we were editing, I would send him, “Oh, like, record this line, record that line”. And he’d record it right away, do a few takes. It was a very collaborative process. It was just like working with another actor. But an actor that knew this world inside and out.

But because it was Don and because we were so close, I felt a lot of pressure and a big obligation to be faithful to the spirit of the book because we really loved it so much.

The world building of Knockemstiff is so detailed, how did you manage to create that and was Don a help to you in making that world feel so very tangible?

I would go to Ohio and visit Don. Don would take me to different locations and he’d be like “this is what inspired the prayer log” and sometimes those things lined up, but for instance I never saw a house that was Willard’s house. He never took me and said, “This was Willard’s house”. We shot the film in Northern Alabama and I randomly saw this house in the middle of nowhere. And I was like, “Let’s find out who owns that house and get that house”. And we managed to get it. Don showed up on set and he walked up and he was like, “Man, that’s the house, that’s the house”.

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He’d never told us or drawn a picture or anything. He’d just described it so beautifully in the book and I had a feeling for what he was looking for. It was this house on a Hill. I spent enough time in Knockemstiff and Chillicothe, Ohio, which was the basis for me to get a sense of the world Don was creating. Also the book is a work of fiction, so it’s genre and it’s elevated, it’s heightened. Finding locations is like casting. You’re patient, you spend the time just finding exactly the right place to shoot something. You know within a second, you’re like, “that’s it”. It presents itself.

The Devil All the Time is available to stream now on Netflix.

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The worst part of “Both Sides Now” was that it really had potential

I said back towards the start of season three that it looked like Supergirl had turned a corner.  Still not a good show, but at least it stepped its level up to “basically competent” in a lot of areas.  It dealt with some lingering plot-threads of season two, introduced new stories that were clearly being seeded for later in season three, and had a level of production quality that put the first two seasons to shame in areas of editing, camerawork, lighting, blocking, and direction.

It has, of course, squandered all of that over the past half-dozen episodes, and that’s the tragedy.

“Both Sides Now” started very strong in the first ten seconds: The simple CGI of having Supergirl fly in was a nice touch of establishing that she has powers, along with the massive DEO support being deployed.  It gives the impression that they’re taking this seriously and trying to cover their bases, even though we of course know the grunts aren’t going to actually have any impact on how things play out.

It starts to go wrong when Mon-El jumps into frame.

And this isn’t Mon-El bashing (Not only Mon-El bashing anyway), I’m serious: His presence is a major misstep for the episode in oh-so-many ways.

1) Why is he jumping into frame?  It has been established that Daxamites cannot fly, they can only leap great distances, so are they trying to say that he literally hopped here from DEO headquarters?  Why not just ride in one of the cars?  Kara has several additional senses that would be helpful to deploy before arrival at the location, but he doesn’t have any of those other abilities that would be useful before getting to the destination.  Mon-El jumping along the way is...just weird.

2) Why is Mon-El here at all?  Again, not Mon-El bashing, but he isn’t a member of the DEO, nor does he have the same working relationship with the organization that he did in season two to just automatically get him assigned to missions.  Yes, Mon-El has superpowers, but so do Imra and Brainiac, and they aren’t here despite being critical to defeating Reign in combat the first time.  As of yet the DEO has no idea what kind of powers this new Worldkiller might have, so if they decided to branch out and draft other supers, why not all the ones at their fingertips?

3) Though not introduced until later in the episode, apparently at this time Mon-El is in the middle of a spat with his wife that boils down him being a douche (Surprise).  Running off to fight a supervillain without even telling her about it is exactly part and parcel of that.  Trying to present Mon-El as having grown and become a new person since his doucheiness of the second season falls even flatter by having him ditch his wife to hang out with his ex-girlfriend in the first scene of the episode.

We are only ten goddamn seconds into the episode.

Anyway, let’s continue, because again this post isn’t just about Mon-El bashing.

We seem to recover our footing when they storm the house and find Julia Freeman just casually listening to music, completely unaware of what’s going on.  She freaks out when she sees a squad of soldiers aiming weapons at her, but Kara recognizes that she isn’t a Worldkiller and begins to reassure and calm her down, trying for an emotional connection.

This starts as a good scene.  Emotional and tense, and sure we (The audience) know that Julia really is a Worldkiller and Kara is pretty sure, but with the genuine fear in her eyes Kara begins to have doubts.  And then Alex -- ALEX of all people -- ruins it with violently flaring panic and aggression that spurs Julia to activate the Purity persona.

I recognize that Alex is very tense and scared to be confronting a potential Worldkiller: There’s the immediate personal fear of facing a being which has powers beyond your control, and the much deeper biting fear of Kara facing somebody with powers beyond her control.  After seeing Supergirl beaten bloody by Reign, she’s going to be on heightened tension at the possibility of that happening again.  It makes sense that Alex be riding high on adrenaline and wire-thin control.  So why is she here?

J’onn is a telepath.  He should know how close she is to losing control, how close she is to snapping and doing something violent, and since she is carrying lethal weaponry that snap could have permanent repercussions.  It is standard operating procedure for police and military personnel to remove members who have an emotional connection to the situation for exactly these reasons.  Why is J’onn, who’s supposed to be a competent and all-together supervisor, even letting her monitor the situation, let alone be there with a gun in her hand?  Why does he not reprimand her at all when her brazen hostility triggers the fight they were trying to avoid?

...we’re still in the first scene and I’ve written seven flipping paragraphs already.

Moving on, we get Lena and Sam at her office.  Zero complaints here, those two together were great.  This bit of dialogue not only allows us to empathize with both characters while still tying in to the main plot (Since we know that Sam is Reign and the “blackouts” which have them concerned are when Reign comes out), but it actually fills in some backstory that has bothered me since Sam was first introduced as running L-Corp in Lena’s absence.  They finally establish how Sam got such a powerful and high-paying job when dialogue between her and Ruby implied that she had been a struggling worker beforehand.  And this is part of what I mean when I say this episode had potential: Here we see characters we already know dealing with the unknown dual identity of being a Worldkiller, which lines up directly with Julia and Purity as the main plot of the episode.  If only the writers knew what they were doing.

After this we get Mon-El’s whining punkfest as he works on his car and complains about how hard it is to have a beautiful, kind, caring wife who loves him.  This part here is just revolting: I honest-to-god hate his character.  I can’t recall the last time I have despised seeing somebody on-screen as much as I despise seeing him.  Especially in the self-pitying, blame transferring, petulant shitshow that he offers here.

Moving on again, there’s the interrogation of Purity, and for this you can just scroll up and read my complaints of Alex’s outburst at the house all over again.  She shouldn’t be in the room or even watching on a monitor, she is just messing up an effective interrogation tactic because she can’t get a handle on her emotions.  And yes, I freaking love Maggie too, and it sucks what you’re going through, and I’m not saying that I would handle it better than she would, what I’m saying is that everybody else should get her a cup of cocoa, sit her down somewhere, and keep her away from the supervillain so that they can stop from killing the world.  Not to be callous, but effectively countering the Worldkillers counts for more than letting Alex work through her issues by shouting at somebody.

After this we’re at....I can’t even remember where we are anymore, so let’s jump to Sam and Ruby together.  Like with Lena, this is gold.  It is adorable and fun and sweet, it gives us a reason to care what happens to Sam because we see that she is loving and caring and a great mom to Ruby, who is also amazing.  Sam doesn’t tell us that she Really Loves Her Daughter, we actually get to see it, and none of it is twistedly manipulative or abusive in any way.  When Sam disappears because Reign has activated, it’s a great scene, contrasting the Big Scale Danger of a supervillain awakening with the much more personal but very real fear of a little girl who just noticed that her mom has disappeared.

Ditto again the scene with Ruby and Lena, and ditto-ditto Lena and Sam again at the end of the episode.  These scenes work, especially when Lena deduces that Sam is Reign and promises to help her.  This is Lena recognizing now bad this is for Sam, not about how this affects her.  It’s the difference between “I will help you because you need help” and “I will help you because somebody else wants me to”.  That is also the fundamental difference between Lena and Mon-El.

Let’s skip over a lot of the “action” of the climax because most of it is just generically bad, and hop over to Alex and Kara having their heart-to-heart to clear the air at the end of the episode.  Normally I’d be happy at finally letting these two talk and not having Mon-El involved (Seriously, why is he the counselor over the past set of episodes?), except that all of the scenes focusing on him earlier in the episode -- and especially his absolutely ridiculous pityfest -- meant that this is the only part of the episode where the two of them delve into why Alex was acting out and how it drastically affected their operations.  These scenes should have been spread all throughout the episode, with Kara (And also J’onn) trying to sideline her from the activities and dragging out the realization of why she’s on the edge.  By pushing it all into one single conversation at the end it means that she’s just acting irrationally without being countered throughout the entire episode.

This episode had real solid material to work with, and even with the trainwreck it became some of the buried worth shone through, but Mon-El’s overpowering story presence and the sheer incompetence of the writers mean that it winds up just being a mess.

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Jurassic Meteor [Part 3]

“It was the quiet before the storm, the tension in the air incredibly thick. Straining her ears to pick up the sound of the small gate, Merel took a deep breath to relax. The sun was burning her skin as she was standing on the bridge-crossing across the enclosure below, the slight breeze doing nothing to quell the warmth. Today was the day. Eight months of hard work were supposed to culminate in one final show. 

This show.”

Meteor (Merel/Charlotte/Floor) (Romantic pairing)

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It was the quiet before the storm, the tension in the air incredibly thick. Straining her ears to pick up the sound of the small gate, Merel took a deep breath to relax. The sun was burning her skin as she was standing on the bridge-crossing across the enclosure below, the slight breeze doing nothing to quell the warmth. Today was the day. Eight months of hard work were supposed to culminate in one final show.

This show.

There was a squeak of metal, the squeal of a pig, and the very familiar sounds of rapid steps hitting dirt and coming closer to Merel’s location. The top of heads were soon exposed, barely peeking through the bushes. Four of them in total. Four hungry killing machines.

Velociraptors.

Showtime…

“Hold!” Merel shouted as soon as the raptors had all emerged, watching as they stopped abruptly, four pairs of yellow eyes staring at her closely. The pig running toward the end of the enclosure, the rusty gate there slamming shut and creating a loud screech. The really needed to fix that one one day.

“Hey!” she yelled while holding both her hands up, pressing down on a clicker in her left hand, the dinosaurs below holding their necks completely still. Or well, most of them.

“Eyes on me! Blue?!”

The bigger one of the bunch, the beta with skin shimmering in blue, always tried testing Merel. Always testing her authority over the group. Even the slightest movement of a foot during the clicking training could be considered rebellious. Velociraptors were probably one of the most dangerous animals in the entire park, but also one of the most intelligent. And it was Merel’s job to figure out just how much. And to do that, she needed the raptors to obey her. She needed to be the alpha.

Clicking the button once more, Merel called out Blue’s name once more, noticing how the other raptors began moving as well. It was barely a movement of their long, slim necks, but it was what was in their eyes as they did so that counted. There was a challenge there.

“Watch it Charlie! Hey, don’t give me that shit! Delta! Lock it up!”

And the animals stopped, claws imbedded into the soft ground, arms and jaws relaxing.

“Good! And we’re moving!” Merel shouted while she walked towards the small metal bucket hanging off the rail, the raptors taking a few cautionary steps as they followed.

“Hold!” the blonde yelled as she clicked the button, the dinosaurs immediately stopping and focused on being still. They knew very well what was in the bucket.

“That’s good. That’s damn good.”

Reaching into the bucket and grabbing the dead mice inside, Merel called the raptors names and fed the mice to them. They all snatched them in the air, the crunching of bones audible.    

Very good! See, Charlie, that's what you get! Echo, there you go! Delta!”

But when she got to Blue, she hesitated. Merel would have to work more on Blue’s obedience in the future. Rogue raptors was the last thing that the park needed.  

“Blue… this one’s for you…”

Throwing the mouse to the beta, Merel raised her hands once more and called upon the dinosaurs’ attention.

“Hold! Eyes up!”

And when they did as they were told, Merel lowered one of her fists and gestured for the raptors to run below the bridge.

“Go!” Merel said in finality, watching as the raptors scattered around.

As soon as they did, applause and cheers could be heard all around the enclosure. People involved with the care of the raptors and supervisors from the headquarters had decided to join the test, and by the sounds of it, Merel had succeeded perfectly.

“You finally did it, dude!” Otto, the second in command raptor keeper, said while walking up to the blonde and giving her a pat on the shoulder. He had been just as involved in this as Merel had been. Day and night they had been struggling. The awful flu that the raptors had had when they were babies, the first time they experienced fresh air and the feeling of grass beneath their feet, and the first time Merel and Otto had introduced them to live prey…

“Nah, we did it man.” the blonde exclaimed, holding out her closed fist for Otto to bump with his own. Silence passed between them for a while, both looking down into the enclosure and watching how the raptors ran past.

“So… what now, master trainer?” Otto said prior to chuckling and leaning back against the railing behind him, arms crossing as he did.

Merel hadn’t really thought about it. It had pretty much been only her, Otto, and the raptors for the past eight months. Not that she had needed it to be, but they had provided a much needed distraction.

“I…I don’t know… I guess I’ll call the main office and tell them the good news.” the blonde said while wiping the sweat from her forehead. The raptors were the only thing in her job description. There were plenty of other things that she could try teaching them. She just needed time. The “performance” they had just displayed had taken them around three months to complete. Merel couldn’t give the main office an estimate in intelligence yet, that wasn’t really her area. Experts were needed for that.

“I guess I’ll invite the nerds to come and take a look.”

The response earned a laugh from Otto, the man scratching his beard as he laughed.

Merel had never been the emotional type of person, but some days she really wanted to tell Otto how much he had meant to her during the past couple of months. Ever since her breakup with the loves of her life, Merel had just wanted to quit her job and move back to the mainland, drinking her pain away and riding her motorcycle and just disappear. But Otto had pulled her right back up from all of those thoughts. And she wouldn’t give all of this up so easily.

“Yeah, yeah, good idea.”

There was a crackling of the radio strapped to Merel’s jean pocket, her fingers reaching to pluck it from its place and raising it towards her lips.

“What was that? Over.” Merel said after pressing down the button on the side, letting it go as she waited for an answer.

“I said that you have a visitor. Over.” the voice belonging to one of the maintenance guys sounded.

Were the nerds already here? Damn the news must have travelled fast. As the blonde turned to the side, Otto’s expression told her that he had thought the exact same thing.

“Damn that was fast. Alright, who did they send this time? Over.”

In the beginning they had had people checking up on them regularly, some of them people who Merel somewhat could stand. Other were just douchebags who viewed the raptors as stupid creatures, wanting progress faster, or cutting down on the fundings for the program. And after every time they were being like that, Merel told them where they could stick their money.

“Ms. Jansen and Ms. Wessels are both here and want to speak with you. Over.”

It was like the end of the tail of an Ankylosaurus had hit her straight in the chest at the mention of those names. Merel was suddenly unable to breathe, her legs threatening to give in, and an indescribable amount of pain began flooding her body. They were here. Both of them were… here. Ever since the breakup, Merel had seen their names in passing when regulations or important decisions regarding the park had been made. But that was on documents. This was something completely else.

One year it had been. One year since she had walked out on the two women she had loved the most. She had moved back into her old trailer and moved it as far from the hotel they had lived in as possible. Taking up her old motorcycling, water scooting, and surfing habits. Anything to get her mind on other things. And it had worked. Eventually. And now all of those feelings had come rushing back. All the hurt and betrayal she had felt as Charlotte had chosen to stay, and how cruel and foolish Floor was for choosing to pursue unethical experimenting. It stood against all that Merel and Charlotte believed in. Which made her so mad over Charlotte’s decision to stay with Floor.

“Hello? Did you receive my message? Over.”

Snapping back into the present so fast that her neck started to hurt, Merel gasped loudly while blinking rapidly. The radio was in her hand, Otto looking at her worryingly.

She had to reply with something. What if they were here because they wanted her back? Why else would they be here at the same time? Or had something happened? To themselves or the park or even the raptor project?

Merel was torn.

Bringing up the radio to her mouth, Merel took a deep breath and cleared her mind, letting the first words that came to her mind decide.

“I’ll be there. Over.” Merel managed to produce, her heart hammering in her chest the entire time.

What had she done? She couldn’t face them again. She had just managed to go through an entire day without thinking about either of them and now they were here.

“Do you… want me there?” Otto asked hesitantly.

“No I’ll… go on my own.”

Otto didn’t know the full story, not that Merel had been keen on telling him everything, but he had seen how hurt Merel had been feeling about the breakup, always trying to cheer her up with stupid jokes. And they usually worked. But this time she had to face those feelings alone.

“Okay. Well I’ll be around, just so you know.”

Straightening back up, Otto gave Merel a quick hug before walking off, leaving her on the bridge alone. Watching him go, Merel felt how a small bit of panic began to rise inside her chest.

She was going to face her exes. And she would do so alone.

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*****ANGER*****

"Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it's on the both ends of the spectrum. on one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. on the other end, you've got obsession, jealousy, fear, anger, and frustration."

                                                                                  -Taylor Swift

It is that state of mind that destroys the ability to think. A person responds spontaneously without thinking. It is a sudden reaction to a situation.

One does not go in depth of the situation or problem, unaware and not bothered about the outcomes, they react as a result that situation becomes more complex. A person does not want to change, he want things to happen according to his will, and when things don’t happen their way then he/she starts having issues or problems. Anger hurts their ego, they become indecisive and looks for immediate solutions.

Anger takes the best from you, it kills our intellect, and decisions taken in hurry always lead to destruction. But when we realize it, it’s too late because time gone by never comes back. It leads to stress, regret, depression and insomnia.

Anger kills our serenity. Unless and until you don’t have a peace of mind, how can we expect things to work in a right way?

Anger agitates us, it exaggerates even the smallest of problems and further complicates easiest of the situations because it makes us lose our patience and wisdom. We have heard this proverb several times in our lives ‘patience is the key to success.’ But have we ever thought about it why it is so? The problem is that we know everything but we fail in its application.

Problems are part and parcel of life, in fact everyone’s life but when it comes on us, we have nothing to do, we give solution to others but we don’t find a solution for our own self. We have all the tools present within us but we stress ourselves just by thinking about the problem as we are least bothered about finding a solution, we do not like others to intrude our privacy, our lives, we are not open to suggestions. We can only give advice to others.

I have gathered few real time experiences about the causes of anger:

Ø  Manoj Chinta says “he gets angry when things don’t work according to him, he isn't aggressive but he suppresses his anger which is more dangerous because he keeps it within him and piles them up which often leads to outburst as a form of resentment, later that bottled anger was released either in front of his family or closed ones.”

Suppressed anger is more dangerous because Suppressed anger  can be an underlying cause of anxiety and depression. Anger that is not appropriately expressed can disrupt relationships, affect thinking and behavior patterns, and create a variety of physical problems.

Ø  Shekhar Sharma says “गुस्सा इस्लिये आता है क्युंकि मेरे अंद्रर कुछ करने कि कबिलियत है, पर वोह चीज़ मैं कर नहि पा राहा हूँ! कई बार मुझे इस् बात पर मुझे सब्से ज़्यदा गुस्सा आता है की मेरे पास उस चीज़ को करने कि कबिलियत तोह है परंतु उत्ना सामर्थ नहि है! दिन मैं जो छोते-छोते गुस्से आते है उन्का प्रमुख कारण यही है ! इसलिए मैं फ़्रस्ट्रेटेड और इर्रिटेटेड फील करता हूँ!”

Ø  Vivek Gautam जी का कहना है "मैं अपने नेचर को चेंज नहीं कर पाता, जिसको दुनिया प्रैक्टिकल बोलती है, वह मेरी नज़र में मतलबीपन है, परिडाम मुझे चीज़ें एक्सेप्ट करनी पड़ती है , सिचुएशन में ज़बरदस्ती अपने आपको ढालना पड़ता है, जिसका मेरा दिल गवाही नहीं देता! इसलिए मुझे गुस्सा आता है एंड आई  फील फ़्रस्ट्रेटेड!"

Solution: अपने आपको थोड़ा समय देता हूँ, देन आई ासेप्ट दोज थिंग्स एंड आई फील गुड!

Ø  Mohan Lal Gupta a general store merchant says”आ जाता है गुस्सा गलत बात पर, जब मेरी बात कोई नहीं मानता तब मुझे बहुत गुस्सा आता है, कोई चीज़ नहीं मिलती तब भी गुस्सा आता है! गुस्सा शांत करने के लिए पानी पी लेता हूँ या सो जाता हूँ!”

Ø  Raju (Labor) "गुस्सा इसलिए आता है अगर काम ज़्यादा पड़ा , बच्चे घर पर रहते है, बच्चो की टेंशन रहती है, सोच-सोच कर गुस्सा आता है. मैं यहाँ देहरादून में काम करता हूँ और बच्चे बाँदा में रहते है. अकेलेपन में गुस्सा आता है! गुस्से को संभाल ने के लिए बीड़ी पी लेता हूँ या तंभाकु खा लेता हूँ फिर गुस्सा शांत हो जाता है!"

Ø  Ashish Kainthola का कहना है " जब कोई चीज़ मेरी इच्छा अनुसार नहीं होती तब मुझे गुस्सा आता है, ज़्यादा तर केसेस में एस पर सिचुएशन की वास्तविक्ता को देखने के बाद की हर चीज़ मेरे अनुसार नहीं हो सकती है, इस कारण गुस्सा शांत हो जाता है!"

Ø  Dr. Vilas BDS Surgeon says” जब टीनएजर्स बतमीज़ी करते है, रोड पर while they do rash ड्राइविंग तब मुझे बहुत गुस्सा आता है, मैं इस बारें में कुछ कर नहीं सकता यह सोच कर शांत हो जाता हूँ! आम तौर पर जब भी मुझे गुस्सा आता है तब आई don't keep इट, मैं वही उसे निकाल देता हूँ, so that I don't  face प्रॉब्लम at all. I have learned so many things from my life, it’s not important to me. I get angry but I try to avoid it somehow.

What Causes Anger?

A leading cause of anger is a person’s environment. Stress, financial issues, abuse, poor social or familial situations, and overwhelming requirements on your time and energy can all contribute to the formation of anger. As with disorders such as alcoholism, anger issues may be more prevalent in individuals who were raised by parents with the same disorder. Genetics and your body’s ability to deal with certain chemicals and hormones also play a role in how you deal with anger; if your brain doesn't react normally to serotonin:  It has a popular image as a contributor to feelings of well-being and happiness, though its actual biological function is complex and multifaceted, modulating cognition, reward, learning, memory, and numerous physiological processes you might find it more difficult to manage your emotions.

Physical Symptoms of Anger-Related Problems

Strong emotions often bring about physical changes to the body, and anger is no exception. Letting anger issues go unaddressable can put your overall health at risk. Some physical symptoms of anger-related problems include:

·         Tingling

·         Heart palpitations or tightening of the chest

·         Increased blood pressure

·         Headaches

·       Pressure in the head or sinus cavities

·         Fatigue.

Depression and Anger

   Depression and anger go hand in hand and can cause a revolving cycle that’s hard to break. Lashing out in anger can lead to alienation and feelings of guilt, which can lead to depression. Long-term depression can make it difficult to handle emotions, increasing the likelihood of anger outbursts. Often, the only way to break this cycle is to seek professional help. Dual Diagnosis: Addiction and Anger Drug and alcohol addictions can decrease your ability to deal with anger. It’s important to seek treatment options that deal with emotional and physical issues related to your disorder. A treatment program that addresses anger without dealing with addiction leaves you vulnerable to emotional issues in the future. Likewise, attending a group to discuss your addiction without mentioning your struggle with anger makes it likely you’ll use drugs or alcohol to deal with emotional pain in the future. Look out for the following patterns of behavior If you are concerned that you or someone that you know may have anger management difficulties, you should look for the following patterns of behavior:

·         Becoming especially angry or violent when consuming alcohol

·         Struggling to compromise or arrive easily at mutual agreements without getting angry

·      Problems with expressing emotions in a calm and healthy way

·         Ignoring people or refusing to speak to them

·         Inward aggression that can lead to isolation or self-harm

·         Outward aggression including shouting, swearing, or being physically violent and threatening

·         Substance abuse or addiction

·         Cycles of bad behavior which may be affecting relationships If you struggle to control your anger then you may often misunderstand constructive criticism as a challenge to your authority or capability, and this can then trigger confrontational behavior. Over generalizing, for example stating: “You’re never there for me” is quite a common behavior if you or someone that you know is struggling with controlling anger. Obsessing about how things ‘should’ be and predicting or jumping to conclusions about others’ behavior is also something that should be taken into consideration, as well as blaming others for negative situations when problems arise that may not be their fault.

The Nature of Anger

Anger is "an emotional state that varies in intensity from mild irritation to intense fury and rage," according to Charles Spielberger, PhD, a psychologist who specializes in the study of anger. Like other emotions, it is accompanied by physiological and biological changes; when you get angry, your heart rate and blood pressure go up, as do the levels of your energy hormones, adrenaline, and nor adrenaline. Anger can be caused by both external and internal events. You could be angry at a specific person (such as a coworker or supervisor) or event (a traffic jam, a canceled flight), or your anger could be caused by worrying or brooding about your personal problems. Memories of traumatic or enraging events can also trigger angry feelings.

 Expressing Anger

The instinctive, natural way to express anger is to respond aggressively. Anger is a natural, adaptive response to threats; it inspires powerful, often aggressive, feelings and behaviors, which allow us to fight and to defend ourselves when we are attacked. A certain amount of anger, therefore, is necessary to our survival. On the other hand, we can't physically lash out at every person or object that irritates or annoys us; laws, social norms, and common sense place limits on how far our anger can take us. People use a variety of both conscious and unconscious processes to deal with their angry feelings. The three main approaches are expressing, suppressing, and calming. Expressing your angry feelings in an assertive not aggressive manner is the healthiest way to express anger. To do this, you have to learn how to make clear what your needs are, and how to get them met, without hurting others. Being assertive doesn't mean being pushy or demanding; it means being respectful of yourself and others. Anger can be suppressed, and then converted or redirected. This happens when you hold in your anger, stop thinking about it, and focus on something positive. The aim is to inhibit or suppress your anger and convert it into more constructive behavior. The danger in this type of response is that if it isn't allowed outward expression, your anger can turn inward on yourself. Anger turned inward may cause hypertension, high blood pressure, or depression. Unexpressed anger can create other problems. It can lead to pathological expressions of anger, such as passive-aggressive behavior (getting back at people indirectly, without telling them why, rather than confronting them head-on) or a personality that seems perpetually cynical and hostile. People who are constantly putting others down, criticizing everything, and making cynical comments haven't learned how to constructively express their anger. Not surprisingly, they aren't likely to have many successful relationships. Finally, you can calm down inside. This means not just controlling your outward behavior, but also controlling your internal responses, taking steps to lower your heart rate, calm yourself down, and let the feelings subside. As Dr. Spielberger notes, "when none of these three techniques work, that's when someone or something is going to get hurt."

NEED

If you feel that your anger is really out of control, if it is having an impact on your relationships and on important parts of your life, you might consider counseling to learn how to handle it better.

 Problem Solving

Sometimes, our anger and frustration are caused by very real and inescapable problems in our lives. Not all anger is misplaced, and often it's a healthy, natural response to these difficulties. There is also a cultural belief that every problem has a solution, and it adds to our frustration to find out that this isn't always the case. The best attitude to bring to such a situation, then, is not to focus on finding the solution, but rather on how you handle and face the problem. Make a plan, and check your progress along the way. Resolve to give it your best, but also not to punish yourself if an answer doesn't come right away. If you can approach it with your best intentions and efforts and make a serious attempt to face it head-on, you will be less likely to lose patience and fall into all-or-nothing thinking, even if the problem does not get solved right away.

Better Communication

Angry people tend to jump to and act on conclusions and some of those conclusions can be very inaccurate. The first thing to do if you're in a heated discussion is slow down and think through your responses. Don't say the first thing that comes into your head, but slow down and think carefully about what you want to say. At the same time, listen carefully to what the other person is saying and take your time before answering. Listen, too, to what is underlying the anger. For instance, you like a certain amount of freedom and personal space, and your "significant other" wants more connection and closeness. If he or she starts complaining about your activities, don't retaliate by painting your partner as a jailer, a warden, or an albatross around your neck. It's natural to get defensive when you're criticized, but don't fight back. Instead, listen to what's underlying the words: the message that this person might feel neglected and unloved. It may take a lot of patient questioning on your part, and it may require some breathing space, but don't let your anger or a partner's let a discussion spin out of control. Keeping your cool can keep the situation from becoming a disastrous one.

Changing Your Environment

Sometimes it's our immediate surroundings that give us cause for irritation and fury. Problems and responsibilities can weigh on you and make you feel angry at the "trap" you seem to have fallen into and all the people and things that form that trap. Give yourself a break. Make sure you have some "personal time" scheduled for times of the day that you know are particularly stressful. One example is the working mother who has a standing rule that when she comes home from work, for the first 15 minutes "nobody talks to Mom unless the house is on fire." After this brief quiet time, she feels better prepared to handle demands from her kids without blowing up at them.

Some Other Tips for Easing Up on Yourself

Timing:

If you and your spouse tend to fight when you discuss things at night—perhaps you're tired, or distracted, or maybe it's just habit—try changing the times when you talk about important matters so these talks don't turn into arguments.

Avoidance: If your child's chaotic room makes you furious every time you walk by it, shut the door. Don't make yourself look at what infuriates you. Don't say, "Well, my child should clean up the room so I won't have to be angry!" That's not the point. The point is to keep your-self calm. Finding alternatives: If your daily commute through traffic leaves you in a state of rage and frustration, give yourself a project—learn or map out a different route, one that's less congested or more scenic. Or find another alternative, such as a bus or commuter train.

[oh-beyond]

Puppy love AU - Epilogue

EXO as animals series: Baekhyun

All puppies like attention and love, but this particular one had never experienced this feeling, Baekhyun was an orphan and the only friend he knew was his shadow, until you came, the new supervisor of the place.

Baekhyun x reader

Puppy AU/fluff/very light smut, like so light is 0% ^_^

Masterlist

EXO hybrid series

< Part 3 

“… I don’t know, I’m not sure doctor, you see he wasn’t doing very well the past couple of months, and we cannot force him to get checked out, he has improved don’t get me wrong, but he has definitely been affected after what happened between you two”

“I wasn’t able to live properly all this time either, I was confused, I didn’t want to confuse him with me, would you really respect me if I just followed my instincts and date someone who was my patient and just a couple of weeks before leaving the institution he was acting like a 12 year old?”

Yixing nodded in silence through the phone “then why now? What is different?”

“Just please Zhang Yixing-ssi, let me see him”

“Alright… we will be at ‘The 8’ club tonight, Shana has prepared a birthday party for him”

“Shana… are they-”

“Not that she’s not trying, but he isn’t ready”

“Well he is ready for me” you said confidently leaving no more space for Yixing to comment.

It’s his birthday and you were going full power on this poor pup, screw work, screw your morals, you wanted to be Baekhyun’s girl, that girl he wouldn’t have to ask permission for anything, the one he takes to his apartment and takes care of him even if he wanted to act all childish, no one better than a therapist to take care of this puppy.

You acted on impulse, you just couldn’t stay away from him any longer, you found yourself at that very thought in a lingerie shop, why? It was obvious.

“Yes I’ll take the red one please” 

Red laced set, like strawberry... he would like it... yes he will see it, he will peel it off, he was 25 today, you were going to make it unforgettable.

“So you want me to make you a bouquet out of the strawberries you brought?” 

“Yes please”

“We are a flower shop”

“Pretty please, it’s for a special occasion and my boy loves strawberries”

“You might be our first customer wanting to get a bouquet for a guy, make that extra outrageous, a strawberry bouquet” said the assistant at the flower shop watching you pout “I think we could make it happen”

Great, yes everything was to please Baekhyun, you thought of Pokemon but today there was no place for this, just sensual themed night, just like the last touches to your room, strawberry scented candles, red silky sheets, it was perfect, of course he will come with you, you knew when you put that red lipstick on, obvious heavy make up, smokey eyes making you look daring, sexy, he would lose his virginity just by looking at you today, that was your sinful intention, best birthday present.

Your dress was very simple in the other hand, not giving away much, would kill him wanting to know what’s under the black turtleneck long sleeved long dress, it did hug your body in the right places, but it would kill him not being able to see. One last look at the mirror and you were ready to get your puppy home.

You arrived early, you saw Shana fixing the decorations, you boldly stepped into the booth and sat down crossing your legs.

“Very nice of you, he will love it I’m sure”

“Hi doctor, thanks, yes he will, I’m also sure of that”

“To cut the crap, I’m here to get him, just so you know”

“I know no matter what I do he was always yours, treat him well because he’s suffered enough” said Shana with a sigh, going down the stairs after finishing the last touches.

Your grin grew in satisfaction, it wasn’t your style to be a bitch, but the need to have Baekhyun in your arms was beyond description.

Chanyeol arrived accompanied by a group of friends, his reaction to seeing you made you really confident, you stood up making your way to greet him.

“Hi Park Chanyeol-ssi”

“Just... just oppa is fine”

“Where is Baekhyun?”

Chanyeol’s face was priceless, oh you did look freaking sexy, he just kept his jaw hanging like an idiot, pointing at the main door of the club, you then saw Baekhyun looking extra delicious being dragged by Yixing, he wore a black suit the jacket being black velvet material, a white ruffle neck shirt underneath decorated with a black bow lace, so elegant so manly, you just wanted to take him home already, his hair brushed to the side showing his right side of his forehead only the left side covered by a nice fringe that covered his eyebrow touching his eyelashes.

He saw you, he wasn’t even sure it was you, you took the bouquet that you placed on the couch earlier at your arrival and went his way waiting for all the invitees to greet him, including Shana who kissed both his cheeks ‘without permission’.

“Hi Zhang Yixing-ssi, hi Baekhyun-ssi”

“You look different” he spoke trying to frown.

“So do you Baekhyun-ssi, here I got you a little present, it’s not much but I think you would like it” you offered the bouquet to him making him gasp in surprise, his naive smile displayed in his face and you knew all you wanted for the rest of your life was to wake up every morning with one of these by your side.

Baekhyun immediately went and grabbed one munching on it, it was very juicy which caused him to drip some of the crimson juice over his chin, Yixing smiled and gathered everyone towards the booth leaving you at the entrance alone. You took a tissue and cleaned him.

“Wait I’m not a baby, I can do it”

“Oh no you are not a baby, but I want to treat you, nothing to do with your manliness Baekhyun”

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you, I was a fool”

“You hurt me, I cried for you, you never came or called”

“I am sorry Baekhyun, please forgive me, I was afraid, it was too soon”

“Too soon? Wouldn’t it be better if you were by my side as I was learning? I had chest pain, I always thought of you, why did you reject me, was it because of my tai-”

“Baekhyun” you interrupted “how about if I told you I want to see your tail?” you said getting closer “how about I see you... all of you... and you see me, and we finish that unfinished business we had the last time we were together?”

“I-I... like you and me? Without permission?”

“Without permission Baekhyun, I want to be yours, forever to keep, I will be forever next to you in your hardships” you spoke as if it was that easy, like talking to a kid.

“And that’s it? What are you talking to a 12 year old? Excuse me I have a party to attend”

“You want me to leave Baekhyun?”

“Mmm, nah... you can stay”

There was hope.

The party wasn’t lame, Baekhyun kept staring at you quite obviously, you never broke eye contact but Baekhyun would look away shyly, you could see how happy he really was.

“Come on make a wish Baekhyun”

“I think I don’t want anything, what I wanted I already got”

“What is it Baekhyun? Come on tell us if it already came true”

You made your way next to him and without further delay you just placed both hands on the nape of his neck crushing your lips onto his, you could feel how Baekhyun was taken aback by the sudden action, his eyes remained open and lips unmoving, everyone cheered, you could hear clapping and some dared to say he was going to get lucky tonight.

“You taste like strawberry this time Baekhyun” you whispered in his ear after you broke the kiss.

Baekhyun was still shellshocked very surprised.

“Is this your wish Baekhyun?”

“Y-yes, she is my wish”

Yixing was exceptionally happy for both of you Chanyeol and Shana were just as dumbfounded as Baekhyun, each one for a different reason.

“He might of gotten that wish, but I still have to give him his present at home, would you come with me Baekhyun?” you offered your hand everyone around still cheering, Baekhyun’s cheeks felt like fire, he was red as a strawberry at this point, nonetheless he nodded and took your hand.

You run outside to the parking lot you opened the door for Baekhyun and buckled his belt and off you went, Baekhyun looked at you as you drove while he munched on that strawberry bouquet being extra careful not to mess his face.

“What does this mean? What is my present?”

“I will show you, if you don’t like it tell me”

“Everything you give me I will love”

“I really hope so Baekhyun, it’s only for grownups” you smirked as you drove.

You arrived at your apartment complex, Baekhyun walked behind you very expectant, you entered the code to your door and asked Baekhyun to wait for you at the hallway, giving you enough time to light the candles, you peeked your head from your bedroom door to find Baekhyun both hands on his backside probably trying to calm his tail.

“Hey puppy! Do you want to come in?”

“Yes I do!” he said startled when he heard your voice.

He entered the room which was very modest in comparison to his own, yet he was mesmerised by the red intonations and the overwhelming smell of strawberry.

“I missed you Baek” you said pulling his hands bringing him close to you.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked innocently, you nodded in response.

“Words”

“Yes Baekhyun, I would love to”

“So now I don’t have to ask for permission for anything I want to do?”

“Show me what you want to do”

Baekhyun attached his lips to your neck you felt him biting little desperate bites, the turtleneck wasn’t helping “ta-take it off, I can’t...”

You turned your back to him “unzip it Baekhyun”

His hands were shivering during the whole process until you managed to peel it off yourself stepping out of the dress revealing you lacy red set, Baekhyun covered his eyes with his hands taking little steps backwards, he looked adorable.

“What’s wrong Baekhyun? Do you not like me?”

“You-you are making my body feel too excited, we-we didn’t really talk about the conditions yet”

You took his hands and pulled them behind your back, Baekhyun doubled his eyes in size watching your every step “conditions? What conditions?” you whispered.

“So this, what we are doing here, this is a commitment, you cannot leave me, or get tired of me, or-or, nothing you will come with me home and you will live with me, and I will be your man, that’s it”

“Yes Baekhyun, I want you to be my man, I will never leave you or get bored of you” you whispered your voice sounding too sensual, you were hitting the right buttons because Baekhyun was trembling as his head fell back, your mouth attacked his neck and peppered little wet kitty kisses along his jaw and collarbones, shameless moans escaped his beautiful mouth “what is it Baek? What are you feeling?” 

“I-I I’m your man, so you will listen to me and if I ask you to do something you will”

“Yes of course” you said a bit puzzled at his insisting tone.

He then pulled out of his pocket a bright yellow stretchy tiny little dress, it was horrible, it was almost neon, just like those dresses they wore in anime cartoons “wear it”

“What? Baekhyun what is this? Are you into cosplay? I wonder you have a wig that would match this thing?

His pout as he sat on the bed looking at you disinterested, your lacy set was amazing, the price you paid for it was also beyond what you could afford just to impress him but all he wanted was this horrible weightless rag of a dress on you.

“Alright Baekie, anything for you” you mentally slapped yourself, what effect did he have on you that was the first time you listened to a man this willingly?

“Really? You will?” he said bouncing on the bed.

“Anything for you” you added now trying to stretch the plastic like fabric to get in.

“No wait, not like that, take off that red underwear otherwise it will ruin the whole thing” he said getting up “I’ll wait outside” he added peeking his head for the last time before closing the door behind him.

Great... his lingerie taste was absolutely shit, you hoped it was because of his lack of experience, you will teach him with time because the view of this ballon-like fabric feeling on your body was worst than what you thought, it was like being wrapped in clingfilm plus the colour was the cheery on top.

“Baekhyun!” mentally hoping he hated it.

Baekhyun entered the room jumping up and down clapping his hands lightly displaying that smile.

You were really regretting this right now, it looked really bad, more like a noona kidnapping a little boy.

He then stopped as he realised your face was not at all amused, he cleared his throat and entered closing the door behind him “sorry I got carried away”

You simply didn’t answer and kept admiring this piece of unique fashion your ‘man’ chose for you.

Baekhyun now pulled you closer and his hands found their way to you butt cheeks squeezing gently making you whimper in surprise, he devoured your mouth the kiss was sloppy and needy, Baekhyun detached himself and tried desperately to take his clothes off, you helped him peeling off his jacket followed by his shirt surprising you with the view of a defined torso, your fingertips tasting the silky feeling of his abdomen feeling the little love trail.

“This I wasn’t expecting Baekhyun”

“You still haven’t seen my tail”

“I’m waiting...” you crossed your arms over your chest and you sat down in the bed.

“I’m shy”

“Would you like me to take off everything first?” ‘say yes please’

“No! No, I want to do it, I didn’t enjoy your outfit yet”  

“Babyboy... lingerie is meant for a few seconds, there are other things to do...” wishing he told you to take it off already.

Baekhyun jumped on bed on his four, then he climbed on top of you grabbing one strap of the dress with his teeth and the other with his hand trying to pull it away, you sat back holding his hands teaching him how to pull it off finally, and what a fast learner it was out of the way in a second, You lied back down watching how Baekhyun took in your nakedness, you took his hand hand placed it over your breast.

“First time you’ve seen something like this?”

“No Chanyeol and I watched some movies and there were a lot of these” he replied innocently “but not like yours, at least the effect wasn’t like this”

Baekhyun got up and pulled down his pants, you admired the super flashy angry birds boxers, you placed your hand over your mouth trying to restrain yourself from cracking up.

He sat back down you noticed his breath was audible, he was too nervous, you sat behind him pressing your chest to his back encircling your arms around his neck. You kissed his cheek trying to give him some confidence.

“What is it Baekie? Do you want to talk instead? Tell me your worries, I’m here for you”

“My tail...”

“I have an idea, show me your front before your back! Deal?”

“I’m not sure either”

You jumped off the bed kneeling in front of him forcing him to open his legs for you watching how you patted his bulge, his hands found their way to your hair making you smile.

“I know what you are going to do, I watched this with Chanyeol also”

“I’m not really sure I understand how can guys watch porn together, I am just going to ignore the image, but I can tell you this... you won’t need it anymore” you said and in a blinked of an eye your hand had grabbed ahold of his hardening member, you were about to kiss the tip but he pulled your chin to look at him.

“You are too precious to do this, no”

“It’s alright Baekhyun I want to”

“I want you close to me instead, this don’t matter to me” you felt him pull your arms making you stand up with him.

He pushed his boxers down freeing himself, he hugged you tightly making you gasp for air, he buried his head on the crock of your neck, you felt how trembly he was, he was frightened.

“Baekhyun baby, it’s alright shh... I’m sorry, it’s too overwhelming, I’m an idiot, come on let’s cuddle” you tried to move to him to lie down with you but he stopped you.

He took your right hand and placed it on the small of his back, you understood and trailed your hand down till you felt it,  it was wagging right and left, it was a very small tail but still it was a freaking tail, you giggled and looked at him.

“I think your tail is more brave than you, I think the tail is really happy, you are shivering under my touch Baekie”

“I-I am not, and my tail does what I command”

“Alright, make it stop wagging”

“Baekhyun scrunched his eyes shut and tried with all his heart and soul, you heard him groan but the tail still wagged”

“OMG, the tail has it’s own personality, I am so in love with the tail”

“Really? Do you love it?”

“Baekhyun it’s yours, of course I do, I am reminded that I got the most unique guy in the world that owns the most genuine heart, most beautiful smile” you now caressed his forehead and cheeks “I love you Baekhyun I want to make it up to you for the lost time”

Baekhyun pushed you to the bed, he kissed you making you short of breath, sloppy needy kisses, he lined himself comfortably and tried to go in prematurely, you had to explain to him how things were done, his fascinated eyes as you spoke about sex shamelessly trying not to blink or look too childish, one thing he did good was every time he was about to laugh he quietened himself kissing you, anywhere he found near, it was safe to say he kissed almost all your body worshiping every inch of it, and in that area you were just as virgin as he was, no one had ever made you feel this precious, and Baekhyun was being the pioneer in showing you how to feel loved.

You were woken up by the cold sensation of air hitting a wet patch on your chest, you slowly opened your eyes to see Baekhyun asleep on your arm his face covering your right breast, he had drooled... A LOT, his heavy breathing was making you shiver as it hit the pool on your chest, the other breast was luckier, his hand was over it keeping it warm. You kissed his head and tried taking your arm back to make breakfast but he whined like a baby, where did that voice came from? More than a boy he sounded like a 5 year old girl, it was just too funny...

“Why are you laughing? What!?”

“Hey baby, good morning!”

“Don’t call me baby, I showed you well enough yesterday what I’m capable of”

“Oh my man, my manly man, I don’t think I can even walk, I love how dominant you are oppa”

“Yes, oppa, that’s better” he said giggling “I love you”

“I love you too, let me make you breakfast”

“Wait! I have a couple of things I need to set”

“Anything for, my bab- my man”

“Right! First thing, you will from now on have some duties, like for example, you will rub my back in my daily showers”

“Baek-”

“I’m not done!”

“You-you will always... and forever... and I mean it... you will feed me the soup, and cereal, and anything that is too runny”

“Yes sir!”

“Really? And you will still see me like a man?”

“Baekhyun being a man is here” you placed your hand over his chest “also the way you treat me is being a man, the way you love me, I am sorry I forced you into eating your soup before” 

Baekhyun attacked your lips in the most loving way, slow lazy kiss that sent you to heaven, he was getting too excited now.

“But... I have my own requests too”

“Yeah? Alright...”

“You need to get rid of that horrible yellow thing you made me wear, where did u get it from anyway?”

“Online, I was fantasising on how you’d look with lingerie”

“Hell oppa, I will take you today to a lingerie place and you can chose anything you want from there, something classy”

“Alright then I want to get a pet also”

“Alright then you will need to take care of it”

“Alright then when are we going to our home?”

“I love you puppy”

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A/N: WTF? I can’t stop laughing this is so much fun to write, I hope it’s fun to read also.

Thanks for checking it out, feedback is always welcomed

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Readers’ Advisory Interview: LynnDee Wathen

We here at LibraryReads release a monthly list of the top ten most-nominated titles that librarians across the county love - we do this so that librarians can add tools to their Readers’ Advisory toolbox to better help library patrons. But for some of us, RA is a tricky thing. How do we bring it up to patrons? What does Readers’ Advisory look like? Which resources are the most useful? In the first in a recurring series, we ask librarians to share their own experiences, tools, and advice. 

Let’s get started. Who are you and where do you work?

Hello! My name is LynnDee Wathen and I am the Assistant Branch Manager at the Oak Grove branch of the Mid-Continent Public Library in Missouri.

How did you become a librarian? What was the process or history that got you here?

I grew up going to the library all the time, but never really thought about being a librarian. It wasn’t until I was working at the library on campus while in undergrad that it was presented to me that librarianship could be a thing. My supervisor suggested I major in library science, but being a 20something punk I was like “don’t tell me what to do”. So I majored in sociology instead.

After graduation, I got a job at Springfield-Greene County Library as a circulation assistant, and after I had been there for about 6 months it finally hit me that the library was my jam. It mixes my two favorite things: people & books.

So I worked at SGCL for about 2.5 years, worked at Maricopa County Library District in Arizona for about 10 months before making my way back to Missouri and with MCPL. I was working full time at the Parkville branch for a little more than a year and a half before being promoted to assistant branch manager.

Have you always been a fan of Readers’ Advisory? If not, how did you become a fan?

I’ve always been a fan of recommending books to people, but I didn’t know about Readers’ Advisory until I started going to workshops and then taking a class in grad school specifically about RA. Once I realized that Readers’ Advisory was a thing, I was all on board.

What is the genre/section of the library you’re most comfortable with?

I feel pretty good with YA, historical fiction, and nonfiction.

What is the genre/section of the library you most fear?

Oof, uh I would say YA contemporary, romance, religious fiction, scifi/fantasy, and paranormal. I wouldn’t say I fear them, but I don’t read those genres as frequently (or at all) so it’s harder for me to come up with titles for those.

When someone asks for a reading recommendation, how do you go about answering their question?

If they’re wanting read-alikes, then I go to Novelist or Goodreads. If they’re just wanting something to read, I ask them what kind of genres they like and what authors and then I kind of go from there. I might look up to see if an author they like came out with a new book or find a similar author. Kind of just depends!

What is your favorite book (or books!) to recommend to people?

Oooh don't get me started with my faves! Currently I would say: REJECTED PRINCESSES by Jason Porath, HAMILTON: THE REVOLUTION by Lin-Manuel Miranda, THE BOSTON GIRL by Anita Diamant, NOTORIOUS RBG by Irin Carmon, The Unwind dystology by Neal Shusterman, THE WRIGHT BROTHERS by David McCullough, UPROOTED by Naomi Novik, LOCK IN by John Scalzi, and THE UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL (comic series) by Ryan North. I try to have a title for each genre if I can.

You're a booktuber - how does social media help you find titles and/or sharpen your RA skills?

Well I got into #booktube through #bookstagram, which is just pictures of books on Instagram. I would say that social media is great for connecting to other readers and librarians, who in turn introduce you to titles you might not have heard of or considered. What's helpful is the wrap-ups & reviews on booktube & bookstagram; these are usually coming from readers who have no ties to the book industry, so they're unbiased. Twitter is another great place to connect; it's how I found out about #diversathon & #ownvoices, which are movements for readers to read more diversely, and for publishers to (hopefully) publish more diversely.

How does LibraryReads help you with Readers' Advisory? (Or does it?)

Ok, so this is where I fail at librarianship, because I actually don't currently use LibraryReads (insert epic facepalm). But I promise I'll start! It's just one of those sites that's not prevalent on our work computers. (like I access NoveList through our main website.)  But I promise I will rectify this travesty immediately!

What RA advice would you give a younger version of yourself?

Don't be afraid to recommend/suggest titles you haven't read. I used to think like, how can I tell someone to read this book that I myself haven't read? But now if someone is wanting a title in a genre I don't read, then I have no problem going on to Goodreads or social media (or LibraryReads!) to find something for the reader to read. Oh, and don't take it personally if you recommend a title and the reader doesn't like it. What's great about reading is that each reader brings their own experience to the story, so the story touches each reader in unique ways. Also, differences in opinion can open the door to dialogue and make for great discussion.

Thanks, LynnDee! You can see what she’s currently reading on Twitter, Instagram, GoodReads (under LynnDee), and (of course!) YouTube.

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