blackswanevent: (Gunter and penguins)
HEADCANONS FOR JAMES BARNES/BUCKY BARNES.

Based on the Ed Brubaker Winter Soldier special and Captain America: The First Avenger/The Winter Soldier.

We want war | we hold all the secrets all the words. )
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this is a list, written at a mellow moment when things seem to be going okay in my life, so that I can look back at it and recognize the good things in life, and the bad things. The case for the existence of god as he is to me in my life, and the case against.

- THE CASE FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD -

stuff and things )

THE CASE AGAINST GOD )

being poor
lack of food
missing rent

homelessness
autism
blackswanevent: (Creative/Chase the Morning)
Lindsey ~ "Cabin Fever."

So this is hell.

He sees that now, with the wind howling outside the door. Cold coming through the cracks of the house he'd claimed as his own. He never thought he'd wish he could freeze.

He understood that now. He spent a long time trying to figure out why he'd been let go - let out here. Thanksgiving had driven the point home and the freezing snow storm had hammered it into the ground like a vengeful railroad spike.

It's not enough that you have to die m'boy.

Holland studies him. He's trying to conserve as much food as he can but that malnourishment is hitting him hard. Hallucinations appear like grim phantoms. Les Fantasma

Lindsey at least it'd be warmer in hell. His mentor's eyes are kind, I'm sorry that you didn't measure up. I had grand plans for you."

"Yeah. Plans." His throat was tight, "What's that about hitching wagons to stars? Sorry you ended up going super nova."

...Yet I have a place. Lindsey blinked as Holland shifted into Lilah, Aw. What you tried to play both sides and lose. How pathetic. I guess I did prove to be better then you.

"Tied up. In hell."

Hell doesn't have to be warm.

Lindsey looked punched. Looking up at Eve he closed his eyes, "...Eve."

I think you lost your warm privilages Mr. Eve shook her head. Remember what you told me? It has to be this way.

Visions of Angel swam through his head. Wrapping his arms around his throat, digging his nails into his neck. Ripping him to pieces with his bare hands. All he'd wanted.

was it worth it?

Isolation in the cold and snow. The ghosts of his past looking on. All he had wanted to rip the man who had made him look like a fool apart. Ah, the suffering of pride.

Closing his eyes, Lindsey screamed. His anger lost in the howl of the wind outside. Screaming, throwing things, breaking pots and pans, ripping blankets apart. He tossed thing saround before he collapsed, shivering on the blankets to weep warm hot tears - the warmest thing in the world the depths of his sadness and failure.
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- non essential items.
- stupid things that I want to own.

-DVDS-
- Much Ado
- Pacific Rim
- Lords of Salem
- Game of Thrones s2-3
- Angel s4
- Graceland s1
- Leverage s3-5
- Adventure Time s2

-DOLLS -
- Torelai Superhero
- Honey Swamp
- Clawdia
- Raven Queen Bed Set.
- Rochelle Dance Class.

-BOOKS -
- Divergent series
- Hunger Games Series
- Never have your dog stuffed


-BIG PURCHASES-
- NEW APARTMENT < --- PIORITY
- second computer
- nintendo 3ds / pokemon
- xbox one
- TV
- SAW video games
- bioshock video games.
blackswanevent: (Creative/Chase the Morning)
PROSECUTORS

Harvey Dent - strong stance on police corruption, in favor of citizens rights. Tends to be a little bit of a showboat. Gotham City District Attorney (in canon)

Jack McCoy - wildcard, tends to think creatively/outside the box in regards to legal strategy. Has gotten away with quite a bit as a prosecutor, son of a police officer - strong stance on child ab use (understandably) - New York City, works for the District Attorney's office.

DEFENSE

Lindsey McDonald - Youngest attorney at lawfirm "wolfram and Hart". plays dirty, not shy about it but presents a good face on camera. Tends to go for sympathy plays - playing on a person's background or history before then applying the technical aspects of the law.

Lilah Morgan - Extremely intelligent. Tends to be more threatening to enemies of her clients (only takes clients with the most money) colleague of Lindsey. Likes to bury people in paperwork.

Holland Manners - Older, more distinguished, tends to be more manipulative and tries to integrate himself with people who he's arguing against. Hasn't been in a court room in a long time.
blackswanevent: (Catwoman.)
FILMS BY DARREN LYNN BOUSMAN

(encompasses characters - [personal profile] lastmanstanding | [personal profile] amongthedead | [personal profile] demonicmaenad | [personal profile] bookofjohn | [personal profile] thenightsurgeon | [personal profile] trymynewparts )

Canon Collection List )

FILMS AND TELEVISION BY JOSS WHEDON

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FANDOM COLLECTIONS LIST. )
blackswanevent: (Creative/Chase the Morning)
Ramen (ラーメン rāmen?, IPA: [ɽaːmeɴ]) is a Japanese noodle dish. It consists of Chinese-style wheat noodles served in a meat- or (occasionally) fish-based broth, often flavored with soy sauce or miso, and uses toppings such as sliced pork (チャーシュー chāshū?), dried seaweed (海苔 nori?), kamaboko, green onions, and occasionally corn. Almost every locality in Japan has its own variation of ramen, from the tonkotsu (pork bone broth) ramen of Kyushu to the miso ramen of Hokkaido.

Ramen (Internet Handle. IPA: "RAMEN - [/dramatic sigh]") is an American girl, 26 years old who for her freshman year of high school spent exactly 400 dollars eating Ramen every single day for lunch.

And that is why the girl is called a tease. )
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MR. LEWIS - NO. DOCTOR DEAR.
TAKE A LETTER, DOCTOR [/pause for effect] SIR
I REGRET TO INFORM YOU,
THAT OWING TO CIRCUMSTANCES
QUITE BEYOND YOUR CONTROL
IT'S A SHAME AND A FUSS
IT'S REALLY A BUST
I'M AFRAID.. [/dramatic sigh] I'M AFRAID YOU'RE QUITE USELESS.

MR LYONS/MISS JONES
YES INDEED, QUITE USELESS.

MR LYONS
TAKE A LETTER DOCTOR LEWIS,
WITH YOUR POTENTIALLY LETHAL PEN
THERE'S CHANGE BREWING, IT'S ABOUT TO BEGIN

MISS JONES
PLEASE DON'T FUSS, IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS. IT'S A SIGN OF THE TIMES

MR LYONS
I'M AFRAID YOU'VE OUT GROWN US
IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE
THE STRUCTURE ON THIS SHIP NEEDS TO BE RE-ARRANGED
IF WE'RE GOING TO PLAY THESE SILLY GAMES
DOCTOR [/FULL OF SNARK] DEAR.
IT'S A MOST MISERABLE SIGN OF THE TIMES

MR LYONS/MISS JONES
A MOST MISERABLE SIGN OF THE TIMES

MR LYONS
TAKE A LETTER WARDEN SIR!:
IT'S A NEW WORLD ORDER
IT'S A DIFFERENT CLASS
AND WE APPRECIATE YOUR SERVICE BUT GO FURTHER
YOU'LL BE FLAT ON YOUR ASS
I CARE DOCTOR DEAR, IT'S A FRIENDLY WARNING
IT'S JUST ANOTHER SIGN OF THE TIMES,
THERE'S CHANGE BREWING AND STEWING -
JUST ANOTHER SIGN OF THE

DOLEITES
WHY DOCTOR ARE YOU HURT?
IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT SEEMS YOU'LL BE HOME, YOU'LL BE FREE
AND THE REST OF US WILL GET THE HELP
YOU'RE ALL SO CONVINCED WE NEED
UNEMPLOYMENT'S SUCH A PLEASURE
THINK ALSO OF YOUR HEALTH
OPEN UP A PRACTICE, SPREAD THE WEALTH
DOCTOR LEWS, IT'S
JUST ANOTHER SIGN OF THE TIMES

NARRATOR
WHEN YOU THINK OF THIS PREMISE DOCTOR LEWIS
ARE YOU REALLY DEDICATED TO IT?
YOU'VE BEEN MOLDED, OLDED, BOLDED
STILL WILLING TO GO THROUGH IT
DON'T LOOK, NO DON'T CRY, I FEEL YOU OUGHT TO SAY GOODBYE
THIS LIVING ON THIS BOAT'S NO LIFE
GIVE INTO THE CHANGE MAN, GET WITH THE TIMES
DOCTOR LEWIS, BECAUSE IT'S
JUST ANOTHER SIGN OF THE

DOLEITES
DOCTOR LEWIS..
IT'S JUST ANOTHER SIGN OF THE TIMES...
blackswanevent: (Hoffman is on edge)
In a white room, in a darkened palace, animals talked.

They were three, as they had been at the beginning and as they had been at the end and as they would always be. Three in the ruins of the old world; the last guardians, the last fighters.

'There was a time when he was not;' and 'He was not before he was made;' and 'He was made out of nothing,' or 'He is of another substance' or 'essence,' or 'The Son of God is created,' or 'changeable,' or 'alterable'—they are condemned )




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Title: A most unusual affair indeed
Format: Unbeta'd
Fandom: Dr. Who/Gallifrey Audios
Characters: Leela/Andred, Doctor Who (4), K-9
Summary: It is an affair that few will forget at least - the marriage of a human to a time lord. Who knew?

A most unusual affair indeed. )
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Taken from this premise.

He's a UN special representative, she's a member of an anti-terrorism organization on the from a Russian hit man. They run to the United States, ultimately drawing the ire of a local sheriff and a CIA agent who's goal becomes to stop their desperate flight...at all costs.

UN Special Representative: Eric Keller. (Javier Bardem)

Anti-Terrorism Agent/Project Officer: Melbourne 'Mel' Jessop (Scarlett Jo)

CIA Analyst/Project Officer: Mark Kowalski. (Bryan Cranston)

Sheriff Green County: Dan Patrick. (Jon Bernthal)

Russian Hit Man/Project Officer: Alexi Anatoly (Costas Mandylor)

Russian Hit Man: Tova Karamov


The United States has known about the affects of invincible since the Korean War, and the name of the game in these cases is exploitation. While the drug on the market presents an unfortunate problem for the governments of the world that doesn't mean that testing has stopped or that attempts to use these products for nefarious purposes.

That's how Eric Keller, sociology professor and human rights expert called in to report on a growing number of missing Afghan children ends up tangled up in this. A widower, we first encounter him being ordered out by a collection of soldiers when a house they are investigating is discovered to be filled with countless dead and mutilated human corpses. On the way out he leaves the convoy to assist a child, getting hit by a car. He meets Melbourne Jessop, Australian national who is working with HUMANITY FIRST, an organization linked to non-violent protests and medical aid in radical countries across the world. Near death, they are attacked and when he wakes up Melbourne spins a story of having the other man attacked and injected with a substance they later realize is the drug "invincible".

Aware of the danger this places him in, Mel takes him to the US consulate where Keller contacts his former college roommate Mark Kowalski and asks for evacuation. Just as he is about to explain coming into contact with invincible however, the embassy is attacked by a suicide bomber who attempts to kill Eric and Mel. The difference being that this bomber is an invincible, a taken individual who's ability is literally to survive being blasted by an explosion, put himself back together, and blow himself up once more. Mel shoots him in the head - the only way she says any invincible can be put down and the two escape, booking a flight out of the country.

Across the world, Mark Kowalski gets a phone call from an unknown individual. He places an order and hangs up. Halfway around the world in Moscow, Alexei and his partner Tova are sitting in a parked car when they receive an assignment - the murder of an American who's just fled back to the united States. The man asks them if they can do that, clearly scared - and Tova promptly vanishes from sight while Alexei grabs the man and freezes his throat - with ice. The two return to base where they witness an initiation, the russian crime syndicates have taken to using only mutants to compete in the economy. When asked "Are you ready to go home Alexei?" Alexei smiles and he and Tova depart for the United States.

In the States, Eric is beginning to manifest an ability, mild to moderate technopathy. Finding herself responsible for him, he and Mel retreat to his house where they have a moment and she asks him about his history. A widower, his wife and daughter died in a car crash when his daughter was six. He's never found the time nor the inclination to remarry and instead devoted himself to helping children as his wife had wished him to do. They have a few moments where he experiments with turning electronic devices on and off in the house before the effort exhausts him. She says he's not out of the woods yet and announces that she knows why children were disappearing, they were being used as experiments for invincible, trying to get them young in the hope of discovering if children could survive it easier.

The story goes thusly. After the discovery made with the soldiers of the fighting tigers unit the United States went all out, including arranging for children to be tested as part of the smallpox vaccinations. A lot of children became sick, those that survived did manifest abilities, but as they grew older those abilities grew more and more unstable. What's worse is their children also developed unstable abilities manifesting in psychosis and other unsavory things. "Man wasn't meant to evolve along those lines. we're not gods, we're just giving ourselves their powers."

We return to Alexei and Tova who arrive in the United States and promptly kill a highway patrol officer when he attempts to take their names. The investigating sheriff is Dan Patrick, who becomes involved after a second body is attached to the same case.

Mark Kowalski.

Alexei confronts him at the CIA headquarters and Kowalski attempts to kill him after apologizing for "the wrong that I did your father and your mother." Alexei turns him into a human popsicle in his car, and when they discover what happened parts of him break off as they try and get him out of the vehicle. He's severely weakened by this and it's up to Tova to go after Eric who is concluding his own change.

Patrick makes a stink of himself at CIA headquarters once a "frozen body" is found and is ultimately let in on the investigation. Evidence points to a UN representative who disappeared tied in with the terrorist bombing. Meanwhile, Eric resolves that the only thing he should do is attempt to find out where they children are going, make a report and expose the criminal activity. Before Mel can agree or disagree with him Tova appears in their apartment and Eric, in an effort to protect Mel causes the microwave to explode. His form of technopathy doesn't extend to machines doing his bidding, simply to causing massive electrical charges in them. He and Mel argue over his classification as Tova dies, impaled through the head with a shard of plastic.

Alexei breaks into the crime scene and fights with Patrick who attempts to hold his own. Lying and saying that she's his girlfriend, Alexei convinces Patrick that it's Eric who is doing all of these killings and that he's one of those "goddamn mutants" Patrick assembles mutant cops of his own, men and women who have fallen in the line of duty and been reborn thanks to coming into contact with invincible (there's one that can control fire, one that can turn into a dog, and one that has developed fangs)

Meanwhile, Mark and Mel find a tape that reveals the truth. In the 1950s the CIA did perform those experiments and the children who survived were made project officers within the organization. Their own children were born with abilities and these second generation mutants, these [Insert clever and creative name here] were forced to work with the company. A few dissented and their parents managed to flee the country. One of these was Alex Anatole, now Alexei Anatoly - a hit man working for the Russian Mob and a known psychopath with CIA training. Mark knows this because with advancements in gene therapy he hired Alexei and two others to begin kidnapping the children in Afghanistan in an effort to perfect this evolution.

That's when Eric puts it together that Mel has been involved since the beginning (an admittedly lame twist but) his suspicions are confirmed when Alexei finds them, chastises Mel for killing Tova and greets her as "Sister". Mel's ability, astral and physical projection allows her to project herself to different places and locations. Alexei thinks he's talking to her, but she's standing behind him...and stabbing him in the back. Patrick, bursting in has the other cops attack Mel and Eric generates electricity (making him a true Electric manipulator as opposed to anything else) blasting the police. Patrick shoots the real Mel just as Eric steps up behind him and kills him with a shock to the heart - frying his brain.

Mel, dying in Eric's arms apologizes for her behavior and Eric - now a man on the run who's killed a police officer flees into the night for further adventures.
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My open posts are pretty simple. Tag one of mine or request one of mine.

specifically for backstory/working on childhood/AUs/etc.

I'll write out prompts.
blackswanevent: (Catwoman.)
This past week was the US open in Huntington Beach which means that not five hundred yards from where I work, Hurley, Volcom, Tilly's, and Nike put an advertising face on the honestly noble sport of surfing. The actual surfers were shunted aside, the competitors were kept signing things from dusk til dawn rather then actually-you know-surfing-and the street was littered with SWAG, alcohol, and marijuana.

I'm not against people partying and I spent a good portion of the weekend looking the other way while of-age drinkers and under-age drinkers did their thing trusting that the law would out or they would go about their business at their leisure. I had enough to deal with as far as swinging punches to get on the bus, a drunken idiot lighting a store display on fire, a woman collapsing from dehydration on top of me while I stocked things, and four to five hour walls of just-people.

But I had directly avoided being involved until the ride back home (of course) when, sitting in the back of the bus I became aware of three middle schoolers who were just graduating into freshmen (they had been discussing this) smoking a bong.

Not my problem, not a big deal. I pulled the cord for my stop as a man approached them, opened a fanny pack, and held out several vials of pot in an attempt to sell to them. One of the boys held out a twenty-the other said "seventy bucks is way too fucking much" and I left the bus, reported the incident to the bus driver and informed her I was going to call the police. I don't have a problem with people who are legally capable of making their own decisions making decisions, but those were kids and that was a late sixties not-friendly-beach-bum. The Newport Police Department said that they would send out a car after the bus once I gave them a description of the dealer.

Nothing, most likely will come of this but it was important for me to do what I felt, what I felt was the right thing. In thinking about it however it brought to mind the moments that I encountered the police and my behavior therein which led to my decision to actually get involved over the other instances of illegal activity that I throughout my twenty five years have witnessed which lead to me making the following statement. The police in this country are deeply, deeply flawed but part of the responsibility needs to be on the citizens not only to report the dangerous police who they encounter-men and women who do not care about law and order and keeping people safe-but who also have a responsibility to assist them if they need help so that people don't become men and women who don't care about keeping people safe. The actual title for a police officer is a Peace Officer. They're here to keep the peace and people break it-but then they break it right back and they break it worse.

We as citizens have a responsibility to speak out if we witness activities which violate ingrained social conditioning. If someone is being killed in front of you, robbed, raped, murdered, silence is your worst enemy. To quote a constantly used metaphor "Silence cuts like a knife."

Or some variation thereof.

My silence, nearly cost a woman her freedom and would have kept her with a man who saw nothing wrong with abusing his female companions in public.

I was 19 years old and just getting back from work on a late bus. I lived downtown in a hotel, which presented it's own set of difficulties but I have always liked urban centers. As I was walking through Hillcrest in San Diego I became aware of people shouting. The man, a large guy-was chasing a woman around a parked mazda screaming "Call 911 you cunt! Call 911!" While she screamed and sobbed.

the neighborhood was silent. Businesses were either closed or busy and I crossed over to my stop without personal incident. The sound carried however and I could still hear her screaming. I asked the other two kids at the bus stop what we should do. One said "we don't know, it may be some kind of thing...who wants to get involved?" the other said that she couldn't miss the bus.

The noises continued. I begged them for a number to call, scared to call 911 because I didn't know any details beyond a man hitting a woman. What if they were play acting or street performers? Would I get in trouble? One woman hunted for a number and I finally crossed over to the other side of the street preparing to make some sort of crime report. By this time, a crowd of a few people leaving a restaurant had gathered, hiding in the parking lot opposite the scene to call 911. I joined them. Two police cars pulled up and we approached as a group. One by one we were called to give statements-but people had only heard the sounds. I was a witness to the actual physical violence.

I stood up, "Excuse me officers, I saw him hit her. He hit her in the face and he screamed call 911 cunt call 911" The officer-a guy with a donut gut motioned his...amazingly attractive SWAT partner over who took my statement and thanked me for being willing to share my story. I called my dad and my mom, told them I was okay then went to my little hole in the wall hotel room and buried myself in blankets and cheap TV for a good day and a half afterwards.

There were incidents after that, but nothing so direct until I was actually on the street.

I'm pretty open about the 2 months I spent living on the streets of San Diego. I'm still pretty shell-shocked about it, and sometimes I think that talking-or sharing the things I saw will help me understand them better since there's a lot that I don't understand about it. It shook me pretty deeply, no incident moreso then this.

Audrea (the girl who was sort of dubbing herself my unofficial protector)and I were returning from getting food after I had gotten food stamps. I was paying for her protection and advice-in essence with food so we carried our bags back down to the shelter at 16th and island only to notice a large crowd of ragged men and women screaming and shouting. I asked her what it was, shes aid she didn't know.

A body exploded out of the crowd-an older man. Three men were holding him down trying to beat him into submission. I reached for my cell phone and Audrae said "No. We're not getting involved."

When I protested this, Audrea said that it would bring trouble down on both of us-particularly me. The crowd grew wider and we watched a man be beaten senseless. Finally, finally when someone realized who the man was one of the people who we had dubbed the unofficial leader of our little knot of homeless people picked up their phone and called 911. Police, Fire Fighters, and paramedics showed up. The person who was beaten? Waterman Dave a man who sued the city after being beaten by a corrupt cop and used his money to help the homeless was held down and beaten by a man who he had tried to help and no one lifted a finger until he had blood running down the front of his face.

To be quite honest, whenever someone on tumblr or plurk brings up police brutality, I think of Waterman Dave and how he was directly responsible for helping keep me hydrated and how the very people who he wanted to help beat him.

I ask myself, where were the police? No one called them.

On the opposing side of the coin however, we have my friend Audrea and one of the scariest moments of my life personally. She called my directly, knowing that before I was out on the street I had intended to try for a career as a police officer. She jokingly asked me to come around the corner where I found her-with a cop keeping her inside the car while a friend of hers was being searched in front of the people who we were staying with at the time. The officer ordered her into the vehicle, searched her purse without permission and asked her about how she kept her jewelry in her bag.

I quoted the definition for detention at her and asked her to stay put shaking in my shoes. I asked the second officer to explain what had happened. It turned out Audrea's friend was a felon, and driving a car without tags. They had pulled him over for that and were now conducting a "routine" search of the car.

I pointed out that there were tags on the front of the car and the officer's partner-who was searching my friends' purse without her permission-told me they had checked the back. While I did not have time to validate this, coming fresh out of an academy class taught by an LA county sheriff and a San Diego assistant district attorney everything was wrong with this particular statement but I kept silent-out of fear.

My silence cut deep. The first time, it nearly cost a woman her credibility. The second time, it nearly cost a man his life. The third time-it would have cost the person who was keeping me alive her freedom as the second officer had intended to take them both down to the station. I cried, internet. I cried and asked him not to take her because she was my only friend.

They let them both go. She complimented me on manipulating him and I asked her if she got his badge number or his name. He had violated her rights and she could report him. She dismissively said, "What good will it do?"

....I see a lot of emails in my inbox from change.org asking me to sign petitions. I try and sign as many causes as I agree with but to be quite honest, I bemoan the efforts of the internet. Daily, DAILY my plurk stream, tumblr feed, and facebook are full of "Remember this person who was killed" notations. I was actually really pleased to see the Anaheim "Occupy" signs circulating. Violence at the occupy protests, violence at ANY opportunity to do things like that is something that should be punished swiftly. The law says we can protest, we have a voice.

Call me militant, but in thinking of past instances where my presence was involved at the scene of crimes I can only remember that it is a moment of loss and pain and horror for the victim and perhaps the perpetrator. That for the cops investigating it it's either the final nail in the coffin or a desperate attempt to reign in a world that does not want to be reigned in. I didn't want to see a petition, I wanted to do something to alleviate my own sense of helplessness at the human condition. I get manic, and I like humanity. No matter how terrible humanity is I love it. It could be selfish and awful and horrible and I would still live it and in those moments where everything is heightened...

It seems silly to prevent anybody from enjoying that existence to the fullest within acceptable society's laws and the things that we as a species have discovered work.

Such as the notion that you should never leave your child unattended at a playground because seeing a broken-faced five year old is enough to trigger the mother inside a 25 year old bisexual female with no real family of her own.

Such as you should not sell your pot to students and under-age students at that.

Or beat people senseless, or hit your significant other.

Otherwise, partying in any form is an acceptable outlet. No matter how much your sheer numbers might overwhelm me. US Open, I survived you once. I had my tears this morning, and they weren't for you. I'm ready for next year.

But I won't be working it.

God willing.

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