#100miles

[yuanzhous]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An update? In this economy?

[funnyrunning]

I think it’s time...

... time to make the leap. It’s seems like a big leap; kinda like if you were standing on the coast in California and decided to jump to Hawaii. What am I talking about? It’s time to put my money where my legs are and pull the trigger on a 100 miler.

Some have asked me, “why would you want to do that?”. To prove some things to myself. Perseverance. Determination. Ability. Will. Attitude. Perspective.

So it begins...

I’d love to hear from anyone who has completed their own 100 mile run or is currently considering/training for one!

[lilakflowrs]

for her

I miss you. I miss being in love with you. I miss late nights at the theatre and sitting in your car. and walking you to your car. I miss making you smile, and I miss hearing you giggle. I miss your outfits. And the way your voice sounds when you’re tired. I miss feeling understood when I’m with you. I hate that right now I’m hurting, I hate that I can’t move on. I hate that I made a playlist for you and I hate that I listen to it everyday in my car. I hate reading old journal entries about you and missing you even more. And above all things: I hate that even when we’re 100 miles apart (literally 111 miles I google mapped it) you are still the last thing I think about in bed at night–

[yuanzhous]

For the writing thing: Different PoV please?

Since you didn't specify a story and the thing just said 'current project' of which I had approximately 14,000 I just went with a scene from a hundred miles through the desert, which is what I've worked on most recently. Sorry it's so tiny, but I would never get around to answering the ask otherwise.

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Leslie had gotten all but twenty minutes of sleep when the doorbell rang. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie over the tee she wore to sleep. She stumbled to her door, bleary-eyed and yawning, patting down her hair as best as she could.

She opened it an inch and peaked outside. In all likelihood, somebody who meant to rob or hurt her would just break in instead of knocking, but one could never be too careful. Not in Gotham. Not in Park Row. 

A strange sight greeted her. Detective Jim Gordon, still in his work clothes despite the late hour, hauling up an unconscious man. And if that wasn't enough to raise an eyebrow, the man wore an eye-catching red helmet and protective armor. He looked more like somebody in a biker gang than someone affiliated with the police.

"He's been shot," Jim said, pleading, "and I can't take him to a hospital. Will you-?"

Leslie had stopped listening after he's been shot.

"Bring him in," she instructed curtly, and hurried to get her first aid kit from the bathroom. "Set him down on the couch!" she yelled over her shoulder.

She didn't know who this man was or how he'd ended up on her doorstep, but she knew and trusted Jim. And she would not turn her back on someone in need of medical help, stranger or no.

[yuanzhous]

I love 100 miles sooo much!! I don't have an ao3 account so i can't comment there but i wanted to let you know how much I love it!! Your characterization of everyone is so good and the interaction between the characters is great and also the plot and in the last chapter i really enjoyed the part when alfred nadia and jason talk in the car and also reading dr. thompkins's perspective it's all really well written!

Thank you so much! This is such a lovely message and it means so much to me ajdkasksjajs 💕💕💕

I was actually super nervous about that dynamic, and including Nadia so much. Because people aren't there to read about my OCs, you know? But I like her very much, so I'm glad no one seems to have a problem with it. And I'm glad you liked Leslie, too! I'm still struggling to find her voice a little bit, but hopefully I'm doing her justice.

[yuanzhous]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Three potential locations for the shootout.

Jason was in position, hidden in the shadows across the street from the place he was betting his money on would be the one to get attacked. And if he was wrong - Nadia was already waiting at the second location, having just finished her shift, and Alfred was on his way to the third. 

All of them were in the Rileys’ turf, close in proximity to one another. Or at least close enough for Jason to get from one to the other in time. He hoped. He was grateful. Grateful and terrified. He had to acknowledge that without Alfred and Nadia’s help, this operation would have been doomed from the start. But he had gotten used to fighting alone, during his time in this Gotham.

He’d almost forgotten how nerve-wracking it was to have a team or partner to worry about. It was a little better with the Outlaws, because both Roy and Kory were older and more experienced vigilantes, but every time he teamed up with one of the bats...Well, to say the least, it would be on him if anything happened to them.

The only real scare he’d gotten in this world was Bruce. Sneaking out at night and getting kidnapped and generally being as much of a trouble magnet as his adult self. And of course he still worried that something could have happened to the family while he was away, but…

It was different. Knowing that someone was out there on the field with you. Especially when it came to civilians. Both of them were more than capable of taking care of themselves, and Alfred had his military past to boot, but that had been a long time ago. And here Jason was, potentially putting them in the way of gunfire.

[mistermixmania]

Nathan Evans geht “100 Miles” für diesen einen Menschen

#musiknews #100Miles #NathanEvans #Pop Foto Credits: Annika Yanura / Nathan Evans

[lost-cause240]

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I don't run but I do walk😅 as much as my fucked up body will let me, its one of the few things that help my fucked up brain