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Announcement! My Big Secret Thing is...

I’M MAKING A COMIC BOOK!!! (info below)

For the past two years, I’ve been working with author and head of The Asteroid House creative community Christopher J McLucas on a comic book based on a script he wrote called For The Birds.

For The Birds stars an ensemble cast of birds, bugs, and mammals who all work in a nightclub called Menagerie. Each character’s story is a vignette of their struggles with love and relationships.

It will be 100 pages of fully colored hand-painted work by yours truly. The first 9 pages are completed and will be available to read when we launch a Kickstarter campaign for publishing costs on May 1st.

Local fans can catch Christopher and me talking about it at these upcoming events: 

4/7 6pm - Art class @ Legend Comics

4/17 5pm - Artist talk @ Joslyn Castle

5/25 6pm - Art class @ Cafe Monster

I’m so happy to be able to work on this project and so grateful to all of you for your support. I’ll be posting more about these characters leading up to the Kickstarter launch on May 1st. Thank you all for sticking around! <3

[ytptennis]

thinking abt more return to oz parallels & how roy & linda could mirror the nome king & mombi/langwidere

[...]the Gnome King represents materialist greed. He is driven by a lust for power for the sake of power.[8] Once defeated, the King gains a new sinister motivation, revenge. He and his allies want to enslave people to attain wealth and power. [...] the Nome King enjoys keeping surface-dwellers as slaves—not for their labor but simply to have them. [...] The Nomes' greatest fear are eggs. Sally Roesch Wagner, in her pamphlet The Wonderful Mother of Oz suggests that Matilda Joslyn Gage had made Baum aware that the egg is an important symbol of matriarchy, and that it is this that the Nomes, among whom no females are seen in any canonical text,[4] actually fear.

getting a bit bioessentialist towards the end there but the behaviors between the two characters are very similar, even though the nome king is also similar to lorraine, but again, the parallels arent meant to be literal all the time.

Princess Langwidere (a pun on the term "languid air", as enabled by her wealthy status and lazy carefree manner) appears in Baum's third Oz book Ozma of Oz (1907) as a secondary villain. She is the vain and spoiled princess whom Dorothy and her company encounter when she visits the Land of Ev which neighbors Oz. Langwidere has a collection of 30 exchangeable heads she keeps in a cabinet constructed of solid gold and studded with gems.[...] Langwidere has a meek-natured dutiful maid named Nanda. Upon spotting Nanda going about her duties around the castle, the Hungry Tiger regards her as exceptionally tasty-looking and eagerly requests her permission to eat her; being denied this privilege, he instead asks Nanda to whip up a sumptuous beef-and-potatoes feast for him, which she shakily agrees to, as her doing so will mean that she will both escape undevoured and temporarily take the edge off the Tiger's voracious appetite.

i see this in the linda commune, where saint linda surrounds herself with the "heads" of other abused women to prop herself up as the sovereign, even though shes the one that groomed nadine/dot. each head extends from saint linda like a hydra, parroting sanctimonious bullshit that, in the end, just reveals the extent of linda's duplicity rather than providing dot with catharsis. the part at the end with the made is very reminiscent of that too (nadine/nanda?). im mostly basing all of this off of the movie rather than the source text since im aware langwidere & mombi were different ppl, but the combination of the two makes the comparisons more convenient & consistent. i think its also worth noting that yes, the lindas all wearing green echoes lorne malvo's riddle about shades of green from season 1, but it also gives off the idea that the commune was emerald city, and, because there was no catharsis found, that the idea of utopia in the real world is not realistic, microcosmic or otherwise. the only real "utopian" ideals we can uphold are that of self-respect, love, and community.

[alexlacquemanne]

Novembre MMXXIII "November Who"

Films

Dr. Who and the Daleks (1965) de Gordon Flemyng avec Peter Cushing, Roy Castle, Jennie Linden, Roberta Tovey, Barrie Ingham, Michael Coles et Yvonne Antrobus

Ripoux contre ripoux (1990) de Claude Zidi avec Philippe Noiret, Thierry Lhermitte, Guy Marchand, Jean-Pierre Castaldi, Grace de Capitani, Line Renaud, Michel Aumont et Jean Benguigui

Coup de foudre et Conséquences (Fools Rush In) (1997) d'Andy Tennant avec Matthew Perry, Salma Hayek, Jon Tenney, Carlos Gómez, Tomás Milián, Siobhan Fallon et John Bennett Perry

Au-delà des grilles (Le mura di Malapaga) (1949) de René Clément avec Jean Gabin, Isa Miranda, Véra Talchi, Andrea Checchi, Robert Dalban et Ave Ninchi

Clemenceau, la force d'aimer (2023) de Lorraine Lévy avec Pierre Arditi, Emilie Caen, Elizabeth Bourgine, François Marthouret, Serge Riaboukine et Arthur Choisnet

L'Argent des autres (1978) de Christian de Chalonge avec Jean-Louis Trintignant, Catherine Deneuve, Laura et Michèle Kornbluh, Claude Brasseur, Michel Serrault, Gérard Séty et Jean Leuvrais

Mort sur la piste (2023) de Philippe Dajoux avec Jason Priestley, Eléonore Bernheim, Olivier Marchal, Roby Schinasi, Adèle Galloy et Olivia Courbis

Sylvia Scarlett (1935) de George Cukor avec Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Brian Aherne, Edmund Gwenn, Nathalie Paley et Dennie Moore

La Cité sous la mer (City Beneath the Sea) (1953) de Budd Boetticher avec Robert Ryan, Mala Powers, Anthony Quinn, Suzan Ball, George Mathews, Karel Stepanek, Hilo Hattie et Lalo Rios

Second Tour (2023) de Albert Dupontel avec Cécile de France, Albert Dupontel, Nicolas Marié, Scali Delpeyrat, Jackie Berroyer, Christiane Millet, Philippe Uchan, Renaud Van Ruymbeke et Bouli Lanners

Seuls les anges ont des ailes (Only Angels Have Wings) (1939) de Howard Hawks avec Cary Grant, Jean Arthur, Richard Barthelmess, Rita Hayworth, Thomas Mitchell, Allyn Joslyn, Sig Ruman et Victor Kilian

Un pyjama pour deux (Lover Come Back) (1961) de Delbert Mann avec Rock Hudson, Doris Day, Tony Randall, Edie Adams, Jack Oakie, Jack Kruschen, Ann B. Davis : Millie et Joe Flynn

Le Couteau dans la plaie (1962) d'Anatole Litvak avec Sophia Loren, Anthony Perkins, Gig Young, Jean-Pierre Aumont, Régine, Yolande Turner, Tommy Norden, Mathilde Casadesus et Elina Labourdette

Garde à vue (1981) de Claude Miller avec Lino Ventura, Michel Serrault, Romy Schneider, Guy Marchand, Pierre Maguelon, Jean-Claude Penchenat et Elsa Lunghini

La Sanction (The Eiger Sanction) (1975) de Clint Eastwood avec Clint Eastwood, George Kennedy, Vonetta McGee, Jack Cassidy, Heidi Brühl, Thayer David, Reiner Schöne, Michael Grimm et Jean-Pierre Bernard

Deux Hommes dans la ville (1973) de José Giovanni avec Jean Gabin, Alain Delon, Michel Bouquet, Mimsy Farmer, Victor Lanoux, Ilaria Occhini, Guido Alberti, Cécile Vassort, Bernard Giraudeau et Christine Fabréga

JFK (1991) de Oliver Stone avec Kevin Costner, Tommy Lee Jones, Gary Oldman, Kevin Bacon, Laurie Metcalf, Jay O. Sanders, Michael Rooker, Sissy Spacek, Joe Pesci et Jack Lemmon

Le Juge et l'Assassin (1976) de Bertrand Tavernier avec Michel Galabru, Philippe Noiret, Isabelle Huppert, Jean-Claude Brialy, Renée Faure, Cécile Vassort, Yves Robert, Jean-Roger Caussimon et Jean Bretonnière

Le Fugitif (The Fugitive) (1993) d'Andrew Davis avec Harrison Ford, Tommy Lee Jones, Sela Ward, Julianne Moore, Joe Pantoliano, Andreas Katsulas, Jeroen Krabbé et L. Scott Caldwell

Un singe en hiver (1962) de Henri Verneuil avec Jean Gabin, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Suzanne Flon : Suzanne Quentin, Gabrielle Dorziat, Hella Petri, Marcelle Arnold, Charles Bouillaud et Anne-Marie Coffinet

Doctor Who (1996) de Geoffrey Sax avec Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann, Eric Roberts, Daphne Ashbrook, Yee Jee Tso, John Novak et Michael David Simms

Séries

Doctor Who Saison 19, 20 Series 1, 3, 11, 5, 4

Castrovalva - Four to Doomsday - Kinda - The Visitation - Black Orchid - Rose - La fin du monde - Des morts inassouvis - Earthshock - Time-Flight - Destination: Skaro - Ark of Infinity - La Famille de sang - Smith, la Montre et le Docteur - The Day of the Doctor - Snakedance - The Star Beast - The Ghost Monument - Le Colocataire - La Chute de Pompéi

Top Gear Saison 20

A l'abordage ! - Ils ont roulé sur l'eau - Mission Camping-Car

Brokenwood Saison 8, 5, 4, 3

Quatre incendies et un enterrement - Dix petits héritiers - Tu ne tueras point - Un Noël rouge

Affaires sensibles

Les étonnantes enquêtes du bureau des ovnis - 1975, l'année de la femme - Caravelle Ajaccio-Nice : un crash secret Défense ?

Coffre à Catch

#140 : "Elles répondaient au nom de Bella" (avec Max MK) - #141 : Qui sera le futur Mr Money in the Bank? - #142 : Y'a R les amis!! Y'a R ! - #143 : Tiffany prend les rennes et Finlay prend la Trique !

Happy Days Saison 4

De l'huile sur le feu - Remise des prix : première partie - Remise des prix : deuxième partie - Le Jour J est arrivé - Les Mauvais Garçons - Howard inventeur - Le Chien de Fonzie - Ralphy a de sacrés ennuis - Le Baptême de Fonzie

Downton Abbey Saison 4

La Succession - Lettre posthume - Faste et Renaissance - Le Prétendant - Rien n'est terminé - Une vraie surprise - Dernières Festivités

Professeur T Saison 1

Anatomie d'un souvenir - Un poisson nommé Walter - Règles d'or - L'amour d'une mère - Sophie sait tout - Le fils dévoué

The Crown Saison 6

Persona Non Grata - Deux photographies - Dis-Moi Oui - Onde de choc

Spectacles

Prom 10 : Doctor Who at the Proms (2010) avec Karen Gillan, Arthur Darvill et Matt Smith

Taratata 30 (2023)

La symphonie des jeux vidéos aux Chorégies d'Orange (2021)

Doctor Who at the Proms (2013) avec Neve McIntosh, Dan Starkey, Matt Smith, Jenna Coleman, Carole Ann Ford, Peter Davison, Nicholas Briggs, Ben Foster et Murray Gold

Le vison voyageur (2023) de John Chapman et Ray Cooney avec Michel Fau, Sébastien Castro, Armelle, Nicole Calfan, Anne-Sophie Germanaz, Alexis Driollet, Delphine Beaulieu et Arnaud Pfeiffer

Doctor Who: A Celebration (2006) avec David Tennant, Murray Gold et Russell T Davies

Drôle De Genre (2023) de Jade-Rose Parker avec Victoria Abril, Lionnel Astier, Axel Huet et Jade-Rose Parker

Prom 13: Doctor Who Prom (2008) avec Freema Agyeman, Noel Clarke, Camille Coduri et Catherine Tate

Livres

Doctor Who le dixième docteur, Tome 1 : Les révolutions de la terreur de Elena Casagrande, Nick Abadzis et Arianna Florean

Les contes du vortex de Pepperpot x Friends (Pauline Cadart Serizel, Marie Valerio, Rémi Germain, Robin Brou, Manon Segur, Julien Cadart Serizel, Flavia Valerio et Gökan Martin)

Le docteur Who entre en scène de Terrance Dicks

Doctor Who le dixième docteur, Tome 3 : Les fontaines de l'éternité de Elena Casagrande et Nick Abadzis

Les Daleks de David Whitaker

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Nunney Castle ruins, Somerset, UK. Gemma Joslyn, October 2022

[legra-land]

Had a great day at Joslyn Castle! Spent a lot of time in the gardens under the beautiful old trees!

[gastronomictourist]

@joslyncastle #omaha #landmark in 1979 The #castle was added to the #national #register of #historic #places in 1972. Built in #scottish #baronial style #mansion #nebraska #usa #educational #historical #travel #traveling #travelling (at Joslyn Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfLCYfGMlge/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[livesunique]

Joslyn Castle, Davenport St, Omaha, Nebraska

[cometomecosette]

“Castle on a Cloud,” Broadway, 2001. Christiana Anbri as Young Cosette, Betsy Joslyn as Mme. Thénardier.

For Cosette Appreciation Week.

Christiana is just right for the role of Young Cosette: a sweet, delicate-looking little girl with a sweet, delicate little voice.

Almost 20 years after her more famous turn as Johanna in Sweeney Todd, Betsy Joslyn has seamlessly made the transition from mad parody of an ingénue to nasty middle-aged frump as Mme. Thénardier. Her meanness and bitterness are spot-on.

[charlesreeza]

The Conservatory at Joslyn Castle is visible from several rooms in the house but it is not accessible on the tour.

[twistedtummies2]

Today...

...I got to visit Joslyn Castle. (Remembers that Malleus canonically has a hobby of “Exploring Old Castles”) ............Someone remind me to use this experience for future reference in a story...

[megateenagedeerbouquet]

My Omaha Obsession Celebrates One Year

My Omaha Obsession Celebrates One Year

    Before I came to the belated preoccupation of sharing my house sleuthing adventures, my life was largely one of hidden obsession. Left to my own imaginings and amateur stakeouts, I had about worn out the ears of closest companions regarding My Mystery Adventures. At other times I was quite content to deliciously absume in my imaginary window seat, wrapped with moss colored Toile de Jouy wall…

[heartlandgaragedooromaha]

Heartland Garage Door Repair Co.

Business Address:

1212 Harney St, Omaha, NE 68102, United States

Contact Details:

(402) 378-9942

heartlandgaragedoorrepair@gmail.com

Heartland Garage Door Repair Co. has been serving Omaha, Nebraska, and the Douglas County area for over 10 years. Whether you require a full-service garage door repair or a replacement garage door, we have expert technicians to help you with all your garage door repair needs.

We are proud to serve the Omaha, NE area. There are lots of things to do in this city. Heartland of America Park is a 31-acre expanse featuring a fountain, paved trails, and natural landscapes. Other must-see places include the Henry Doorly Zoo and the Joslyn Art Museum. There’s also Joslyn Castle, a grand estate open for public tours. Plan a fun night out as a group by joining the Omaha Bar Hunt, where you can get a sense of the local bar scene. Omaha is a great city to explore. 

As a leading garage door company, we provide high-quality service to our customers. We use only the best garage door products and parts for our garage door repair, garage door installation, garage door opener repair, garage door spring replacement, commercial garage door repair, and garage door maintenance.

We are looking forward to serving you! Contact us today to learn more!

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[rabbitcruiser]

Zorinsky Lake Park, Omaha (No. 4)

Omaha is home to dozens of nationally, regionally and locally significant landmarks. The city has more than a dozen historic districts, including Fort Omaha Historic District, Gold Coast Historic District, Omaha Quartermaster Depot Historic District, Field Club Historic District, Bemis Park Historic District, and the South Omaha Main Street Historic District. Omaha is notorious for its 1989 demolition of 24 buildings in the Jobbers Canyon Historic District, which represents to date the largest loss of buildings on the National Register. The only original building surviving of that complex is the Nash Block.

Omaha has almost one hundred individual properties listed on the National Register of Historic Places, including the Bank of Florence, Holy Family Church, the Christian Specht Building and the Joslyn Castle. There are also three properties designated as National Historic Landmarks.

Locally designated landmarks, including residential, commercial, religious, educational, agricultural and socially significant locations across the city, honor Omaha's cultural legacy and important history. The City of Omaha Landmarks Heritage Preservation Commission is the government body that works with the mayor of Omaha and the Omaha City Council to protect historic places. Important history organizations in the community include the Douglas County Historical Society.

Source: Wikipedia

[sophiainspace]

Fanfic: After The Storm (weatherghost)

AKA the ‘Young Rogues’ fic I’ve been dying to write...

Fandom: The Flash Pairing: Joslyn “Joss” Jackam/Raya Van Zandt  Words: 3100 Rating: Explicit Tags: Reaction fic s05e10, angry sex, rough sex, power dynamics

[For AO3 version see link in profile]

Snippet:  Joss howls. Lightning strikes above the warehouse, thunder rolling behind it. Joss shoves Raya forward towards the table—she falls back across it, blinking in surprise, tablet and papers blown every which way around her. Joss ends up sprawled above her, glaring down.

And Raya just laughs beneath her. “Wow. Don’t get your way and you resort to violence? Well, aren’t you a little hurricane.” She leans up, whispers, “I like it,” in her ear.

After The Storm

In a parking lot in Central City, there’s a storm blowing up.

Joss Jackam stands at the centre, staff lifted high above her head.

Dark clouds split clear blue skies apart. Lightning breaks across the sky, setting it alight with a crack of thunder that drowns out the noise in her head. A gale blasts in, setting her hair and jacket thrashing around her. She’s drenched... and laughing. Joss is the eye, standing spellbound in the centre. Here, everything’s okay. With her staff raised like a druid’s, calling down the forces of nature, no one can touch her. No one would dare.

The Silver Ghost fades into the doorway, watching her, arms crossed over her motorcycle jacket. Rain splatters across it, wind rippling the leather in waves across her arms, her breasts, but she doesn’t move. Not a single hair on her stupid immaculate head moves out of place.

Joss forces her gaze away from Raya, breathing back into the the downpour. The winds churn higher around her. She tries to keep steady—but she’s panting now, channeling everything inside her through the staff. Giving all that fury to the sky.

A condescending smirk crosses Raya’s face.

Offering you a second chance... Weather Witch.

Joss lifts the staff higher and screams.

Far in the distance, the thunder calls back to her.

She tears her eyes away from the storm, back to the woman leaning in the doorway—those muscles, that controlled stare. All that power. Raya’s staying a safe distance from Joss, her eyes guarded.

Joss feels her fingers tighten around the staff.

The storm drops like rubble around her.

A voice echoes in the sudden, awful silence. “Are you coming in, or what?” Raya says, amused eyebrows raised.

The staff hangs limp in her hand, but Joss can still feel the tidal wave surging inside her.

---

Home base, Raya called it.

Joss hasn’t had a home for a long time, but she knows this is not homely. She takes a step inside the roll-up door behind Raya. The garage smells of damp and engine oil. She has no idea if there’s a kitchen or even a bathroom anywhere here. Whether Raya lives here or just… works out of here.

It’s cold in ways the weather staff couldn’t touch, and she wraps an arm around herself.

As a child, Joss spent years making up stories about Mark Mardon. He was a king in a castle. When she finally met him, he would lift his princess up in his arms and adore her. Not like her mother, who mostly pretended she wasn’t there. One day she was taken to a mostly-empty warehouse. A drip trickled slowly down the concrete wall. She played on a pile of broken furniture in the corner, scraped her knee, cried. And then her father finally looked at her—his face dark, threatening.

I’ve got shit to do, Julie. You think this is any place for a kid? Get the brat outta here.

Back then, too, she’d had her little arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

Between a few other forced visits that neither of them wanted, she tried hard never to think about her father again. And failed, clearly. Here she is. Because of him.

And because of Raya.

(Because of you, says the voice inside her, the one that sounds like her mother.)

Raya’s gone to her work table, staring at a tablet. Behind her, something loud and probably 90s-retro is blaring out of computer speakers. Looks like Joss has already been forgotten.

She tenses her grip on the staff. Sparks crackle at the end, an echo of thunder.

God, Joss could watch her all day, in that close-fitting leather jacket, dark hair falling behind her shoulders like rain, tiny smile playing on her sculptured lips.

She doesn’t want to think about the way Raya looked at her when the storm raged around them, when Joss had power at her fingertips. She doesn’t want to think about the way she looked at Raya, either, when that gorgeous car thundered to life under Raya’s goddamn gorgeous hands. (Ugh. Does she have to be so hot?)

She really doesn’t want to think about XS… Nora. (Any knucklehead could see the pretty young CSI from Joss's trial behind that black mask.) How the speedster changed like the wind, arriving one sudden and terrible moment with hate in her eyes, returning the next with that earnest speech over the radio. Forgiving Joss while she was trying to run her down.

(You shouldn’t be forgiven.)

Over at her work table, Raya has pulled up a picture of that journalist. Spencer Young. Joss has never met her, and she hates her already. “Young Rogues,” Joss says, aiming for a sneer. “Bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Focused on her screen, Raya doesn’t look up. Targeted—like a weapon. “I don’t see anyone else using the name.”

Joss runs her fingers down her staff. All that lightning just a minute ago, and it's cold already. “My dad worked for Leonard Snart.”

“Right, for like a week.” Raya glances up at her and laughs. “Oh my God. Your father so much as comes up in conversation, you get this thousand-yard stare. It’s so fucking cliched.”

There’s heat in Joss’s cheeks, and she slams the weather staff down. Sparks fly again, a warning.

But Raya just laughs, turning back to her tablet. “You’re such a child. How old even are you?”

She finds a stool behind her and perches on it. It’s got a leg loose. She wobbles silently, back and forth. “I turned 23 in jail,” she says, after a minute.

That was a bad day. Neither of her parents would take her call.

“Poor baby,” Raya taunts.

Joss pretends not to react to that. “You’re, what, 28?”

“Something like that.”

“Young Rogues.” Joss laughs, trying for disdainful. “You’re practically Lisa Snart’s age.”

Raya’s eyes narrow at the screen, those unfairly perfect lips briefly pursing. “Don’t really care what you think.”

Joss aims the weather staff upwards, smiling at the bright crackles of lightning that dance across the dark ceiling. “But you really wanted me for your little girl gang. What do you even know about me?”

Raya shoves the tablet, and Spencer fucking Young, away across the table. “I know plenty. Let’s see…” Two hands on the table, pushes herself up. “Adrenaline junkie, clearly, with that storm chasing shit.”

Scoffing, Joss rolls her eyes back up to the damp roof. “Sure, and your car racing’s got nothing to do with that.”

“We’re not talking about me.” She takes a couple of slow steps forward across the space between them, her eyes just a little apprehensive on the weather staff that Joss is still gripping like a lifeline. “Hmm, what else? Daddy issues. Even based your alias on him. Dull." Her red lips thin out a little. "But you were willing to kill him, so at least you’re not all talk." Her voice turns singsong, mocking. “You don't see your mother, either. So sad.”

Joss can feel the cold metal of the staff in her hand as her fingers close tighter around it.

Raya takes a step closer, arms folded. Every inch of her is the soldier, a tight coil ready to spring out. “Love that you’re totally self-taught, with the weather science. But then you got obsessed...” She sounds almost sincere, and Joss frowns. “Obsession’s good. I can use that.”

Joss shrugs, uneasy under Raya’s sharp gaze. Use. “I found other ways to make ends meet.”

Another step closer, and her smile is almost predatory. “Really? Spill.”

Like she’s telling this asshole anything. She knows too much about Joss already. Deadlock. That doesn't last long, in nature. Warm air fighting cold creates cyclones, and they destroy anything that stands in their way.

“Fuck you,” Joss snarls.

Raya takes one more step closer. Joss can feel warm breath on her face. “Yes please,” Raya purrs, eyes flashing with teasing and… something else.

Joss tries to mirror her commanding stance, arms folded across her own chest, but she probably just looks like a petulant child. “So you know stuff about me. And you’re taking advantage.”

Raya just grins. Power sparks in her eyes.

What can it do?

Let’s find out...

Joss swallows, doesn’t let herself look away. “Why are you so set on me staying?”

Raya lays a steady hand on her shoulder. Joss’s breath catches. “We’re both the best at what we do. Think of the things we could do together.” She’s planted like a mountain in front of Joss—and, oh, Joss is thinking about it now. “You, me, and the others,” Raya goes on, oblivious.

Others.

Joss drops her eyes to the gray floor. “I don’t know if I... want this.”

Raya’s shrug is skeptical. “Didn't turn yourself in, did you? You had enough good sense to run from that speedster.”

“Leave her out of this.”

Laughing, Raya rolls her eyes. “Sure, hon.”

“It’s not like you’re so innocent!” Joss yells. Thunder rumbles in the distance. “You tried to kill XS. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone—”

“—Just your father,” Raya interrupts casually.

“That was a mistake. I didn’t want any of this!” She slams the staff down, hard, against concrete. More sparks fly down from the ceiling, and Raya flinches, just a little. Something wild in Joss delights in that brief widening of fear in her eyes.

“Then maybe you should have thought of that before you unleashed a lightning tornado on hundreds of people. Really are as fickle as the wind, aren’t you?” She snorts. “Fine. Go find somewhere else to waste your time—if you think you can. Know anything about life on the run as a convicted criminal, Joss?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Joss mutters, her free hand coming up into her hair. She’s drowning under a wave of truth.

(You're a criminal. You have nowhere to go.)

Something dark crosses Raya’s face. “The system won’t care. Didn’t you learn that at your trial? People out there…” She waves a hand towards the warehouse door, showing off flawless black nails. “They hate metas and people with meta tech—unless you’re lucky enough to be in the Flash’s inner circle, and you’re not. They don’t want repentant Joss Jackam. They want the wicked Weather Witch, daughter of evil Mark Mardon.” With a crooked half-smile, Raya reaches out, strokes a hand across Joss’s cheek. “it's destiny worse than a fairy tale, hon. Don't fight it. Be who they want you to be. Be the best at it.” She smiles, and Joss has to tear her eyes away from those sumptuous lips. She licks her own.

She shakes her head tightly, the desperate place inside her flaring up again. “This is your fault! I pled guilty. I wanted to pay for what I did. You made me come with you.”

Raya’s eyes narrow. “Pretty sure I offered you a choice, hon. You really regretting taking it?”

Fists clenched, one on the staff, one by her side. “I… I don’t know, okay!”

But Raya’s scoffing, turning away. Back to Spencer fucking Young, and all the others. Joss forgotten. Again.

Joss howls. Lightning strikes above the warehouse, thunder rolling behind it. Joss shoves Raya forward towards the table—she falls back across it, blinking in surprise, tablet and papers blown every which way around her. Joss ends up sprawled above her, glaring down.

And Raya just laughs beneath her. “Wow. Don’t get your way and you resort to violence? Well, aren’t you a little hurricane.” She leans up, whispers, “I like it,” in her ear.

She grabs Raya by the shoulders, thrusts her back down again. She doesn’t care that Raya’s fucking hot. She doesn’t. She’s had it with this shit.

A moment later they’re kissing, urgent and tempestuous, Raya pushing back up against her like a savage wind. Joss feels all that power coursing through her again, the same electricity she felt with Silver Ghost beside her as she raised a thunderstorm under a purple sky.

Raya’s hands are in her hair, pulling, and God, she’s strong. Joss manages to pin her down anyway, kissing her back harder. Her own hands tangle in Raya’s shirt, reaching beneath it. Something like a bolt of lightning breaks through her, raw and brutal. She looks up and hates Raya, with her impeccable jacket and hair and makeup. She’s going to wreck them all.

Raya growls and flips her over on the table. Joss should have guessed she'd want to be in control. Raya’s up on one knee above her, an arm across Joss’s chest, eyes blazing. So there is something that can break through that perfect, unflappable exterior, after all.

Trembling, Joss pulls an arm out of Raya’s hold, reaching out to grab the weather staff where she let it fall onto the table beside them.

Raya splutters out a laugh. “Seriously?” She sits back on her knees, running a hand across that goddamn exquisite hair, still perfectly in place.

Joss glares and ignores her, one hand raising the staff vertically above them.

Winds pick up around them, harsh and cold. Joss’s hair whips around her face. She’s forced back as Raya anchors her down, sucking on her neck. Joss is gasping, flooded. Raya presses her harder into the hard, cold table beneath, pulling Joss’s shirt up and away, then going to work on her bra. The metal surface of the table buzzes and crackles beneath the Weather Witch’s skin, charged by the lightning breaking above them.

She lifts a secret smile upwards. I made that. Let Raya have this. She’s a picture of control and focus, unmoved in the hurricane, and Joss wonders just how much Raya needs this. Joss, with all her storm chasing, all her wild, capricious forces raging inside, knows who she’d rather be.

“This okay?” Raya mutters, and Joss gives a hesitant nod, then, when Raya pauses, a more decisive one. She feels the rough fabric of her borrowed mechanic’s jacket as it’s slipped over her arms, her leggings sliding slowly down her legs. She shivers in the damp garage, for a moment, before Raya’s warm, unhurried hands glide up her exposed thighs. Raya’s fingertips skirt Joss’s pussy and pull away, so light, so controlled that Joss wants to scream with frustration.

Raya’s flawless hands tease and tease, finally pushing inside her, then pulling back out, caressing her folds, pushing back in again.

She can barely breathe, two fists tight by her sides on the table. Raya is easing off her hold on her now, just one hand on her shoulder as the other expertly strokes and fingers Joss, who’s still gasping for air like a drowning woman in a tsunami. Fuck, her clit is throbbing, but Joss refuses to beg. Especially when Raya aims a knowing smirk down at her.

“Oh yeah, you like that, baby?” she hears, growled in her ear. Warm breath prickles on her cheek, every part of her still so sensitive after the nearby lightning.

“Yes,” Joss hisses. “Don’t stop.”

Raya’s chuckle is oddly soothing. “I got you, baby. Relax.” Her hand lets go of Joss’s shoulder, comes down to brush soft strokes across her breasts, beneath her neck. “I’m in charge.”

Joss grabs Raya’s tight, denim-clad ass, tries to pull down her jeans, and a firm hand clamps over hers. “Stop that," she says in Joss’s ear. "I told you. Relax.” Distant thunder rumbles behind her her voice.

She obeys, lying back with her head against the solid surface beneath her, closing her eyes. She hardly notices the wind dying away around them into silence. She gives in to the pleasure, letting go, focusing on Raya’s strong, safe hands. It’s as good as the wildest storms she’s ever chased—the power of something stronger wrapped around her, and Joss safe in the calm of it. And God does she need that right now.

Everything quiets, till there’s nothing but Raya, above her and inside her.

Raya is stroking her clit, lightly at first, then firmer. Waves surge, crashing over and over her.

Joss gasps her way through the climax of the storm, Raya’s beautiful hands coaxing her in and out of it. “I got you, baby,” she says again, a calm, safe whisper in her ear.

An anchor.

Reaching out for the staff again, Joss finds it next to her with a gentle touch. Rain falls, soft and slow and warm. They lie there for a while, drenched, entangled in each other’s arms on the table, skin to wet skin.

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Afterwards, clammy and half naked, they find their way to the old leather couch. Joss is shivering. With an unreadable but soft look at her, Raya pulls a blanket over them both.

The weather staff is draped across Joss's lap. It keeps her at a safe distance from Raya. They don’t cuddle—it doesn’t seem to be Raya’s style. She’s tightly wound, military order containing something deep and simmering underneath. Her fucking perfect hair is, of course, still flawlessly in place. Joss snorts, and Raya raises an unanswered eyebrow.

They sit there, listening to the wind crying outside.

“Your doing?” Raya asks, glancing over at her with a little smile.

Joss shakes her head. “Too tired.” She holds up a hand in the air. “I can feel it, though.” She nods at the staff, her other hand lightly resting on. “It connects me. To… everything.”

Raya’s eyes sparkle. “Connects you, huh?” She reaches out, hesitant, and Joss nods. She wraps her fingers around Joss’s free hand. “Maybe you’re not just an adrenaline junkie after all.” Raya shifts in her seat, turning to look properly at her. “You really didn’t want to be a career criminal?”

She shakes her head tightly, her stomach clenching again.

“Then why did you do it—any of it?”

Joss glances away. In a corner, there’s a drip trickling slowly down the concrete wall.

“Saw an opportunity.” She looks back at Raya, who’s gazing at her. Consumed. Like Joss in a storm.

Joss likes it.

She tunes back in to the computer, still playing the same angry, swoopy-voiced singer. “What's the music?”

“Tori Amos.”

She laughs. “Of course it is.”

She slips the staff to the ground, moving closer to Raya, tangling their hands tighter together. Perfect black nails slide softly across ragged, bitten ones.

Raya rolls her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Think it’ll rain?”

“Nah.” Joss slides in against Raya’s side, just a little bit warmer and safer than she was. “It’ll be clear skies for a bit, now.”

The rest, she can figure out later.