You will train her harder than any Amazon before her. Five times harder… ten times harder. Until she’s better than even you.
Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins
IDK why I wrote this but my heart hurts after that last episode
| The Aftermath |
(Word count 1,121)
Sanem is really only a child when she gets banned from the boutique down the street for trying to steal a purple striped blouse.
Well, technically she doesn’t explicitly get banned, she’s just never dumb enough to go back there. Plus, the commissioner is very clear when he tells her that he never wants to lay eyes on her again, so she decides that it’s definitely better to stay clear of expensive clothing that she’s never going to be able to afford. Just to be sure.
Her mom is fed up with her. It’s not the stealing thing exactly, or the getting escorted home by the police thing, or even the fact that she snuck out her window with a makeshift rope made from her bedsheets. She’s sick of her daydreaming, she says. She needs to focus on something--on school, like Leyla, on sports, like Osman, or on the family business, like all the other nice boys and girls that help their parents out in the evenings. She needs to find a job when she’s older, or a nice husband, something for herself--what will she do when her and Nihat are no longer around? How will she fend for herself?
It’s a long and arduous conversation and it doesn’t end on a high note. Actually, it ends on a low note, a really really low note.
Still, Sanem never tells anyone that it wasn’t actually her doing the stealing, per se. Nazil, a girl from her class had taken the shirt from the rack when they were leaving without her noticing. Regardless, it was Sanem who was caught with the shirt in hand when the police arrived. She knew Nazil’s dad wasn’t really well known for his good humor so she figured there was no point in them both getting in trouble, so she takes the blame.
There's so many in there, I didn’t think they would miss just one
she’s shooting for funny but no one else seems to laugh.
The commissioner just eyes them both for a long moment before sending Nazil home and escorting Sanem to her door with a stern warning. She gets grounded of course. It kind of sucks, especially since Ayhan isn’t even allowed to come over and she doesn’t get to watch any of her favorite shows.
Zebercet finds out somehow and then the entire class calls her sticky fingers for months. She gets into a couple fights over it, Leyla and Ayhan too, but people eventually forget, move on to the next piece of gossip, and she’s free from the name, just like that.
She thinks about that night on the drive back from the amusement park, when she’s in her room, eyes closed but not yet asleep, and the next morning, when she goes down to Deren’s office to put in her resignation--
Just like that
She wonders if she’ll ever be free of this.
Except this time, the idea of being forgotten doesn’t sit so well in the pit of her stomach.
It was always going to end like this. You lied. To a man that hates lies. What did you expect?
Her inner self hasn’t been very kind to her lately.
Deren accepts her resignation with little fuss and if there's any attempt at prying the reason for her departure out of her, it’s superficial at best. She’s almost thankful for it, for the mild apathy in the other woman’s eyes.
Sanem wants to cry sitting in the neatly organized office. She stops herself, because she’s made a resolution not to cry, no matter how much her eyes are stinging.
“I don’t have to tell you that all your ideas for the current campaign will be transferred legally to us” she adds, once Sanem has signed all the required paperwork for HR.
Sanem nods, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt with a shaky hand.
“You’ll have to talk to Can at some point to work out the details to finish the campaign at least-”
“I’ll write him an email” she says quickly, blinking extra hard to keep tears at bay, and coughing to keep her voice from breaking.
Daren gives her a look but doesn’t push the subject any further.
She smiles at the crowd that forms as she’s leaving. She’s going to miss them. That part’s true. Every other part is stretching the truth.
Lying, her inner self reminds her, again
But Sanem has become a little to used to the faint ringing of guilt that echoes in her ears as she fabricates her story.
She has to take over the store. Her father has fallen ill. She’d never ask Leyla to leave her position.
She accepts everyone’s well wishes with a half hearted smile and a tiny wave goodbye.
Deren lets her keep the laptop. It’s sweet. Unexpectedly so.
Sanem clears her throat and manages a ‘thank you’
The walk seems endless as she makes her way out and she tries not to look into his office as she passes by, she really does, knows she’ll wilt at the sight--but the glass walls call her by name and she’s never been strong enough when it comes to him, so she sneaks a glance, casually, under the pretense of pushing hair from her face.
It’s empty.
She doesn’t ask why.
Pretends she’d been strong enough not to look.
Tries to convince herself he’s not real, just another fantasy she’s managed to convolute with reality.
Even you can’t come up with such a thing. Of course he’s real. He just doesn’t want you anymore.
For once her inner self has a point, not even the best of novels could come close to him.
He could be halfway to Africa for all she knew. There’s nothing holding him here, he’d said that once, and perhaps it was more true now than it had ever been.
She chews the thought around in her head, just because it hurts, just because it makes her feel real.
Let him be an Albatross, she thinks lightly, with a little bit of finality.
let him fly along the ocean, a beautiful bird, so unforgivingly lonely.
Perhaps she’ll spend her life watching after his flight, memories made with him stored carefully under lock and key in her heart.
Perhaps it’ll all blur into a lovely story she’ll write with ink
Just like that
What will she write?
She’ll write that amidst the darkness of a party, he confused her for someone else. That he never stopped confusing her, even when he loved her.
Maybe one day she’ll write about the past, but today, as she walks back into the light breeze of the early morning air, she can only taste a breath of a new beginning.
olicity hiatus fic-a-thon | prompt: unintentional discovery
paramedic x mayor au [inspired by this post]
rated T. 2926 words
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This is not exactly how she imagined spending her Friday night.
Felicity Smoak was really looking forward to getting through the last hour of her shift, driving home and washing the smell of blood from her hair –that somehow always impregnated like every pore in her body–, downing a good glass of wine and maybe indulging herself in some mindless thing from her Netflix watch-list.
But somehow, as usual, she’s managed to fuck everything up.
Okay in all fairness it’s not one hundred percent her fault, and this time her outburst of words did less damage than her actions and her thoughts, surprisingly. But still, what she wouldn’t give to rewind and keep living in oblivion instead of having to face with the actual leather-clad vigilante in her living room.
One could argue that it all started with the distress call that was assigned to her and Curtis’s ambulance. One that proved to stand out from others when pulling onto that street they found not only what looked like half of the SCPD force closing the scene, but a huge crowd that looked more interested than terrified.
“This is new,” she’d muttered as they came to a stop and jumped out, struggling to make sense of it all. In the four months she’s been living and working in Starling City, she’s come to learn their citizens had gone to hell and back –seriously, how many strange attacks can a single small place face yearly?–, so seeing such a commotion for what looked like a minor car collision was rare.
But as they made their way over, the mildly annoyed looking Captain Quentin Lance shed some light to the event.
*sighs dramatically* *takes deep breath* MICKEY MILKOVICH DESERVED BETTER. IAN WANTED MICKEY TO KISS HIM, SO MICKEY KISSED HIM. WHEN MICKEYS FATHER WALKED IN ON THEM, HE STOPPED HIS FATHER FROM HITTING IAN AND TOOK A BRUTAL BEATING FROM HIM INSTEAD. HE WAS RAPED WHILE HIS FATHER WATCHED. IAN TOLD MICKEY HE WASNT FREE, MICKEY TOLD HIM WHAT THEY HAVE MAKES HIM FREE, THEN CAME OUT IN FRONT OF HIS HOMOPHOBIC FATHER AND TOOK ANOTHER BRUTAL BEATING. WHEN MICKEY FOUND OUT ABOUT IANS ILLNESS, HE WANTED TO LOOK AFTER HIM BY HIMSELF, THEN HE WAS WORRIED SICK AND TRIED TO GET HIM SOME HELP. IAN STOLE MICKEYS CHILD AND MICKEY STILL WANTED TO HELP IAN AND MAKE HIM BETTER. IAN WANTED MICKEY TO LOVE HIM AND HE DID, HE LOVED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH AND HE CARED ABOUT HIM AND IT STILL WASNT ENOUGH. Mickey. Fucking. Milkovich. Deserved. So. Much. Better. FUCK.
10/24/2016 ↣ 4 years of Emily Bett Rickards as (DCTV Queen) Felicity Smoak
“We saw like a bunch of actresses, I mean, I remember Marc was standing over my shoulder and Emily read. She was.. working at a pet store at the time, she had like one credit.. like one guest starring cred– one like co-star credit on like some Canadian show. And we were both just like.. bedazzled by her. Like she was weird and quirky and funny and we’re like ‘let’s hire her!’, ‘we’ll make that scene fun!’ … And we got those dailies back and we were all like, everybody was like.. ‘did you see the dailies with Stephen and THAT GIRL?’ … Then the network called and then the studio called. And they’re like, ‘this girl.. who is she?’” - AJK
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