#c: mitchell

[whitlandry]

"So no pressure or anything, but I think I need some advice." Whitney had been lucky over the last few years. When she was on her ass, at her lowest and without anybody to help pick her up, she had met people who she now called friends. Gavin, Mikki and Mitch were aware of her past relationships, but she tried to avoid talking to them about the newest one, or complaining too much about her love life. She'd made that mistake before. But the slightly nauseous feeling when she was with Sean wasn't getting any better, and that wasn't the only feeling that was keeping her up at night. She needed advice, and she trusted Mitchell to give it to her straight. "You can say no, by the way. I'll ask Mikki instead." She paused, giving him a minute to back out. "It's about Sean. Well, mostly about Sean."

@bitchellsmith

[ashes-of-yesteryear]

Dancing in the Corridor

Ash arched her back, allowing herself to fully dip backwards in Mitchell's hold as the music lulled to a stop.

@mitchellsagoodlistener

[tccsweetfcrmc]

he spent most of his time at the library, often zoning out for hours on end to get through the bulk of his work . a hint of normality came from that , one that sejanus could safely say that he had gotten quite addicted to . as he worked , he wasn't just a dead boy walking . as he worked , he wasn't just someone that had been betrayed by his best friend . as he worked , he could be someone different and he needed that . he wanted that . to the point where he could get quite focused on it . glancing upwards at who was passing by , he offered them a smile . an hesitant one but a smile all the same . " i wouldn't mind some company . are you looking for a place to sit down ? " / as requested by @demongemz for mitchell !

[darling-dearest-emi]

Emilia's frown deepened at that. Because it seemed that beyond sending that letter after being turned, Natalia hadn't inquired after Emi any further. Although if she had to guess it was to avoid any more pain. Natalia hadn't chosen this life, to be ripped from her blood family. But it did seem that she'd been gifted a new one in the way that Emi had, and that was what mattered most. "I'm sorry... that this is the manner in which we had to meet."

“Knowing Nat had a sister is one thing. Meeting you, without her, when we presumed you’d be an old woman or dead, and when you look just like her….it’s just a lot you know?”

[anghraine]

One of the highlights of the description of younger Kirk as a bookish and severe Academy instructor is that Gary Mitchell, the friend describing him that way, seems to have been his student back in the day and was trying to pass his notoriously difficult "think or sink" class at the Academy.

Present-day Mitchell mentions reading "that longhair stuff you like" to Kirk (now that he's acquired godly powers that include being able to read Spinoza) and there's this random lore drop about how Mitchell helped a lab technician with a crush on Kirk orchestrate her dating campaign, in hopes that it'd distract Kirk enough for Mitchell to survive his class.

It seems pretty widely accepted that Kirk had a romance with Mitchell himself at the time, which is not my take at all, BUT honestly it's hilarious to me that there's this whole Clueless-style "student matchmaking plot to get a strict teacher a girlfriend so he'll chill enough that you can pass the class" history established almost immediately about Kirk. Comedy gold, especially since Kirk and the lab technician ended up in a long-term relationship and he nearly married her.

Bonus: Kirk and Mitchell became close friends but Kirk is still incredulous at the idea of Mitchell voluntarily reading Spinoza in the episode. And when Mitchell flips into obnoxious god mode and describes Spinoza as simple and childish, Kirk is pretty evidently affronted and alarmed. It's not surprising that Kirk has big philosophy opinions given that futuristic humanism is half his personality, but the idea of him as a former philosophy instructor with Spinoza feelings who goes to space and still can't escape Bad Philosophy Takes is incredible. Even by Season 3, it's just like:

KIRK: Dr. McCoy saved your life. PARMEN: I am losing patience, captain. KIRK: And you consider yourself a disciple of Plato?!

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

“After that sequence when Blood and Cheese infiltrate Aemond's bed chamber, you have that scene in episode two where Aemond finds the coin. And that coin, I actually carried with me for the rest of the shoot. I put it in my shoe. I wanted to just remember that everything that coin represents very much lives in Aemond's head rent-free. The idea that Daemon got this close, and ultimately Aemond's nephew paid the ultimate price, that's something that does haunt Aemond.”

EWAN MITCHELL — talking about B&C.

[coralie--olsen]

Coralie gave a brief nod. "They are. I didn't want to move away, but I really wanted to attend Chapman. It was a dream I had in high school, and I had to fulfil it—for little me." She would love to be near her family, but both sets of her parents were established in Portland, so she didn't expect them to come down permanently. "They think it's beautiful. They, uh—at first they wished I would have stayed, but now they understand that it was necessary. Part of growing up is leaving the nest, right?" She laughed at his question. "Not yet. I might have to work on my convincing face."

"It is." Mitchell agreed, eyes focused on the other as she spoke. He wasn't one that found himself in love with the ocean, not in the same sense that some people that lived here were. But now that he was established here - as if he hadn't been as a child - Mitchell had really grown to love the ocean. "Oh so your parents are closer than not." he stated. He'd always lived in the same place as his parents and now that he was older he cherished being around family as much as he could be. They truly were his rocks sometimes. "What do they think about it here?" he questioned. "They convinced to move here yet?" he chuckled. He thought everyone should move to Kismet Harbor if he were being honest. @coralie--olsen

[ashes-of-yesteryear]

Anyone that really knew Ash wouldn’t have questioned her actions that night. Her sisters hadn’t, at least. But even in the Institute there were very few people who saw beyond the cool, collected exterior that Ash portrayed. She hadn’t thought to call really—practically ran out of the door as soon as she’d heard. Because Ember hadn’t waited to tell Ash. No, she’d gotten home late, since her call with Fliss happened while she was out on patrol—and while Ember wouldn’t normally get so distracted by her phone, she definitely picked up if it was her girlfriend on the other end. As soon as Ember and Andromeda got back to the Institute, they both went to Ash’s room. She wasn’t asleep, just tossing about somewhat aimlessly, although in hindsight it probably came about from some part of her intuition. But the presence of her sisters in her room without so much as a knock was alarming, to say the least, and it made her sit bolt upright. Ember barely managed to get through the explanation that Natalia and Sofia had been taken before Ash left, and thankfully neither of the two questioned her on it. They knew she’d be going to see Mitchell. Because if it had been her family taken… well, she hated to even think of that.

And now she was standing on the doorstep of Stefan Uccello’s home—the home to the Italian coven—taking in the saddened and confused expression of the vampire who’d opened the door. Giorgio, if she had to guess off of Mitchell’s descriptions of his siblings.

“Sorry to bother you so late… but I just wanted to check in on Mitchell. If he’s home, that is,” Ash practically rambled, feeling rather rattled and outside of herself.

@mitchellsagoodlistener

[ewanmitchellclub]

Ewan Mitchell and Sam C. Wilson behind the scenes of “House of the Dragon” season 2.

[hoosbandewan]

EWAN MITCHELL as Tom Bennett in World on Fire 1.01

[dearest-darling-nat]

Milo woke with a start, nearly jumping to his feet at the bidding of the fae, but certainly as his brothers began to move. He stopped in the doorway again, much as he had before the shifter had made quick work of his neck. And before entering he looked back to assure that the detectives were well and truly leaving, along with all of the other party guests. The last thing they needed was for Stefan to wake and bite anyone in a fit of rage... no, that wouldn't do. Once he was certain of the path being clear, he joined the bulk of his siblings, helping to gather their maker off of the floor.

Natalia swam in that pool of inky blackness, pondering the last time she'd experienced this sort of stillness until it hit her. Death. That removal from oneself and the present--a step beyond sleeping, perhaps, but well and truly left in a vacuous void. And the cold. She was slipping away to such a degree where she was completely unaware of her physical body, although it luckily acted unconsciously as bidden by Magnus' efforts.

The warmth returned then, inch by inch as feeling returned to her limbs. Gentle caresses through her hair, the kiss to her skin like ice breaking over a fevered forehead, and the smell of the blood. Her eyes opened then, though she couldn't quite move much else, and she took in the adjustment of surroundings once more. Magnus as her gentle carer, and Isambard's armm against her lips--her fangs embedded in him. But she didn't fight it, not with the look in his eyes. That care, that devotion still tethering the two together. She brought her hand up tentatively to rest on his forearm--her injured wrist audibly shifting and pulsating as the blood and chanting righted its arrangement.

She became wary of taking too much, as well as the fact that her wounds were mended apart from that lingering tingling that she suspected came from Magnus' magic. So Natalia pulled her fangs from Isambard's offered arm, her one hand remaining there as the newly healed one came up to touch Magnus' cheek. "Thank you... truly," she all but whispered.

The blood was still spreading through her, reminding her body of its strength again. She gently touched her neck then, prodding the place where her attacker had torn away the flesh. But even under the blood she still felt there, the skin was as good as new. She smiled at that--the sort of marveled but disbelieving one a kid would have at the sight of presents under the Christmas tree. "Magnifico."

Jay continued to scrub at his face. "I can't...I just..." He wasn't really tracking all that well. And he knew he wasn't. Once the adrenaline had worn off, he was shaking. But he didn't know what he was shaking from. It wasn't fear. He didn't think anyway. But he should have been dead. That vampire should have killed him. And yet...here he was. "You knew him?" He demanded of his partner, suddenly remembering the way the vampire stopped when she'd stepped in front of him. "And that was really stupid!" He snapped. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt too! What would have been the point in that?" They'd done this before. Cursed to ever repeat it. At her touch though, everything seemed to stop swirling. And it wasn't a strange thing to happen. It happened a lot really. He blinked too bright eyes back at the room they'd escaped from. The hurried voices sounding like scratchy whispers to him. He didn't want to leave. Not really. But didn't want to stay equally as much. Finally, he relented. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

Thomas, and Archer who had come later than the rest stood by helplessly. Thomas feeling ill and not just from having his neck snapped. Knowing full well this was his fault. All of it. Archer, who hadn't been accustomed to such things just stared in horror. Thomas grabbed him by the elbow, steering him away from the chaos and to help Mitchell and Sofia. Isambard could help Natalia, more than either of them could. And Magnus was there too. They'd have their hands full with Stefan. Especially when he woke.

Magnus caught David's eyes for a meaningful moment of thanks, before he turned back to Natalia who lay lifeless in his arms. He cared for the girl. Cared for most of the supernaturals in Chicago. He considered them to be his charges. To protect, to heal, to keep safe. And well he hadn't done a good job of that tonight. Curse his libido and all its glittery glory. And curse David too for being so damn distracting.

Isambard's immediate response was expected but not unappreciated. He took Isambard's extended arm, and producing a glittering knife in his hand, sliced up his arm with cool precision. The blood began to bubble up from the wound and he brought it to Natalia's parted lips. It took some manhandling to get her fangs to latch on. She'd need to feed to heal the rest of her wounds. He held Isambard there until he felt her fangs descend. "There now, poppet." He soothed. "Drink up, darling."

He gave Isambard a look before brushing his fingers through her hair as she drank. A cool blue light enveloped them. Magnus' power swirling around them. Moving in and out of their beings. It was a subtle exchange. Because Magnus ordered it so. He'd not bring them any discomfort. Anymore than they had already suffered. He pressed cool lips to her forehead, whispering a chant of healing against her skin. It would be up to her now. He'd done everything he could.

[pollyna]

au in which somebody says they saw Iceman Kazansky hugging a woman longer than necessary, and it becomes the scuttlebutt of the year and then of the year after when she goes to a Navy event with him.

By the time a third person sees them, drinking coffee together, they entire Navy is convinced that Admiral Kazansky is now married and that it should stay a secret. Between him, his wife, and the entire Navy.

It funny, because none of them know how right they are, how he's married, and has a kid who looks nothing like him but has his same temper. But, Ice thinks, while 2010 ends and 2011 begins, let them believe it's as they say, just for a little while longer.

[broketraveler87]

Am I getting back on my bullshit this weekend? Am I actually going to update a story I left hanging two years ago?

Stay tuned because I have no idea!

[paxdracona]

I'm sick and miserable and won't be able to go on my trip tomorrow so time for more fluff, i say.

@spotsandsocks i do believe you pointed out how many little hearts I'd avalanched all over the page so have some more ♥ :D

[the-love-of-luciana]

Luciana turned at the sound and sight of Mitchell beside her, although her surprise was quickly swapped out for a warm smile. "Hello you," she greeted, keeping in step with him. "I would have thought you'd have left town by now." Which she didn't actually think at all, but it felt necessary to mention.

Mitchell had been out running a few errands when he spotted the familiar figure of his friend up ahead. Not one for calling out in the street and drawing attention, he increased his pace to catch up with her instead. "Hey," he said as he drew level with her.

[clarksbball]

stop i love them so much