#extinctathon

[captain--moony]

a skype date would be amazing. i am home tomorrow because SNOW day. fridays after work are good for me. if your schedule is weird, i may be able to sneak in a skype session at work...

well tomorrow I'm having brunch with a friend, but maybe sometime after? late afternoon-ish? maybe? i don't have a job anymore so my schedule is pretty open haha. if not tomorrow then friday after work is good too!

<3

[captain--moony]

Wow I am a huge loser and didn't realize you had a new tumblr and ALL THESE MONTHS I thought you had abandoned tumblr and can you ever forgive me??

oh my god tWIN HOW COULD YOU?? ALL THESE MONTHS??????

ahaha of course i forgive you bby. i forgive you AND i miss you. can we pls have a skype date soon or SOMETHING?

[amisgreaterthanpm]

top 5 movies of 2013... go!

ooo this is hard D: so many good films! but thanks for the ask ;D

1) Monsters University - I saw this w/ my camp kids in the beginning of the summer and it’s just the cutest flick ever. I would rewatch this willingly over and over again. I was so afraid Pixar was going to ruin the prequel but everything made so much sense and I fell in love with the characters all over again. I’ll admit that I cried at one point.

2) Prisoners - The entire cast did an amazing job bringing the film to life and omg the plot twist was definitely one I wasn’t expecting. The blood/violence was a little much but overall the entire story was heartbreaking and I was rooting for the little girls the entire way. Hugh, Jake, Paul, Terrance, Viola, Maria & everyone else in the cast left me impressed / speechless. Hugh Jackman makes you want to shed waterfalls.

3) Thor 2: The Dark World - This was 10 x better than the first film and wow did I fall in love with Loki all over again (Tom basically store the entire movie for me). I also got to appreciate Thor more so here than in the first flick. He had more emotion, background here than in Thor. I loved that Jane, Darcy, Sif and Frigga had more action in this film and everything just blew me away (the scenery in this film is beautiful!) The injected humor was also well appreciated combined with all the action. Plus Heimdall showed us even more ways how to kick ass.

4) We’re The Millers - Wow did this movie make me laugh and cry all at the same time. Everyone was brilliant with their comedic timing but I think that Jason stole the show with his lines. I was really happy to see Molly Quinn in this even though she doesn’t have a lot of screen time. overall, this movie definitely helped cheer me up in more ways than one.    

5) Oz The Great and Powerful - Again, watched this with my kids at camp. It was a cute, light flick that didn’t need me to sit on the edge of seat all the time. James Franco and Mila played off each other well and what she becomes was a little surprising since I assumed Rachel Weisz’s character was going in that direction. Nevertheless, the film was really cute included the animated monkey and doll.

[drjoanofsnark]

FIRST ENCOUNTERS: original fiction snapshot from the forthcoming novel not yet in existence skin and bones

A greyness had settled over the encampment.  The sun, too tired or too bitter to show its face, was hidden behind a blockade of clouds.  The cold October wind swayed through the trees, but the grey could not be moved.  Zajac’s winter camp was a ghost town; nary a soul tarried outside the safety of their tents.  The only sounds the shantytown offered were the flapping of canvas and the distant clang of mental on metal.

Henri shoved his shaking hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and then took them out again to rub harshly at the unnatural chill in his arms.   The coarse wool irritated his chapped skin and provided a welcome distraction from the strange encounter he’d just escaped, or more accurately been dismissed from. 

The interview of Alistair McCready had not gone to plan.  It had left Henri with winter in his bones and the unmistakable feeling of being swindled.  Alistair had left him with more questions than answers.  All Henri knew for sure was that the Irishman was the one in charge, for the most part, and that he had absolutely no idea who the was killing people in his circus, hand to God.

A weary sigh left the man as his fingers abandoned their pursuit of warmth in favor of being raked through sandy hair.  The wind had begun to chap his cheeks an angry red color as he shuffled his feet away from the stoop of the train car.  The investigation was not done with the slippery Ringmaster, but for the time being there were other avenues of inquiry to pursue.  It was finding them that would be the challenge.

Three men armed with hammers and timber trudged passed him, eyes fixed on the ground as they made their way towards the one of the stables.  There was a ceiling joist that needed to be replaced thanks to the Europol forensic team and their need to remove parts of the beam upon which Gunter Grün had the misfortune of being disemboweled.

However, it was neither the men nor their tools that captured the man’s attention.  Instead, it was the boy surrounded by riding gear and leather poish, perched on a wobbly stool that caught his eye.  He had wild brown hair and a face achingly familiar to the older man.  Features Henri had only ever seen in reflected in mirrors.  Though the baby fat had melted over the years, that face was unmistakably the same one whose photograph Henri had lain awake at night memorized over the past seven years.

Oliver Harper was the spitting image of his father in nearly every way, save for his expressions.  Those very plainly marked him as his mother’s son.  These truths were not lost on Henri, as he stood transfixed, watching the boy from a short distance. 

Tessa had expressly forbidden him from seeking out their son before she spoke with him again and Henrik had reluctantly agreed.  But here the boy was, right in front of him and there wasn’t a single thing that told him to walk away.  There was however, a gnawing sensation starting to tear at the lining of his stomach.  The reality of the moment came rushing at him, freezing him in place as he stared at his son.  His son.  His son, his son, his son.

For Henri time all but stopped.  Of course, the rest of the world continued to trudge on, as it is apt to do, and it wasn’t long before his subject was overtaken with the creeping feeling of being watched.  The polishing stopped an instant before the boy’s head snapped up, wide blue eyes suspiciously seeking out his audience.

Blue met an identical blue and spurred Henri into action.  With a deep breath the detective squared his shoulders and closed the distance between himself and the boy.  Oliver watched calmly as the overdressed stranger approached, a hint of unimpressed weariness twisting his youthful features.

“Hello,” Henri greeted the boy, coming to a stop a few paces from Oliver’s pile of grimy riding gear.  His smile faltering a bit as the boy stared at him wordlessly, eyes drifting up, then down, and then back up again, sizing the older man up.  “Are you Oliver Harper?” He tried again.

The boy’s eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from mild distain to naked hostility.   “Should I call my lawyer?” 

Henri blinked, momentarily taken aback by the question.  So far, not a single member of the Zajac Circus had asked to speak to a lawyer before being interviewed.  Of course, none of those interviews had advanced far beyond first names and general occupations. Still, Henri felt compelled to ask, “Do you have lawyer?”

“Yes,” Oliver answered succinctly.

The two men were silent once more, staring silently as heavy grunts and the occasional expletive floated out from the stable.  The breeze ruffled their hair as Henri opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, unable to wrap his tongue around his thoughts.  “Oh.  Well I­­–No,” he said finally.  “You don’t need legal representation.  This isn’t an official interview I just…”

Oliver continued to stare at the strange, suddenly bumbling man but his outward reaction remained limited to a raised brow and the crossing of his arms. 

“So what do you want?  How do you know my name?” 

I want to take you away from this insanity and make up for seventeen years of separation, Henri thought.  Instead he reached up and rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck, forcing his lips to smile as panic welled in his chest.  After all his searching, after all the years he’d had to prepare for this moment, the man had no worlds.  “I’m a friend of your mother’s,” he offered lamely. 

It was exactly the wrong thing to say.  Oliver’s hands clenched against the fabric of his shirt as the boy surged up from his stool.  At seventeen he was fully grown, a precise match in height to the man in front of him, though notably slighter.

“No.  You’re not,” Oliver said firmly, leaning in close and looking the detective in the eye.  “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m telling you, trying to get to my mother through me won’t work.  Not even for a cop.” 

Henri frowned, brows drawing tightly together as he forced himself to hold his ground.  I was bad form for a detective to be intimidated by a teenager, especially if that teenager happened to be that detective’s child.  Oliver didn’t notice, he barreled right through the older man’s confusion and kept talking.  This was not the first time the boy had warned off some leering outsider who thought he could charm his way into Tessa Harper’s bed by befriending her kid. 

“I’ve chased off bigger men than you,” Oliver boasted, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.  “So how about you turn those over-priced shoes around and walk on out of here?” 

The boy’s cheeks were pink and splotchy, a nasty combination of cold and rage that made him look much younger than his seventeen years.  Henri, thrown by his son’s unexpected threats and the realization that for Oliver, a stranger claiming to know his mother wasn’t an unusual occurrence, stayed silent.  This new knowledge unsettled the man and made him wonder just how many men had tried to manipulate Oliver to get to Tess.  Those thoughts made his stomach churn.

Carefully, Henri raised his hands, palms out and took a step away from the seething teenager.  “That is not what I meant Oliver.  I swear.  I really do know your mother.  We go way back.”  The boy shook his head in disgust. 

“I know all my mother’s friends,” he insisted.  “And I’ve never seen you before.” 

It was a simple statement, but entirely cutting.  Henri was reminded, once again, that he was a stranger to his own son.  That kind of truth can make even the best of men spiteful.

“Oh really?”  He chuckled humorously, crossing his arms over his chest, mirroring the boy’s earlier stance.  “Are you sure about that?” 

Oliver’s jaw tightened, his fists raised almost imperceptibly and for the briefest of moments it appeared that he would strike the man.  But a third voice rang out from the stable doors, breaking the spell cast between father and son.

“Ollie!”  The boy’s head whipped around, his expression quickly turning to one of shame as stuffed his fingers into his pockets.  The man calling to him was bearded and broad shouldered; he held a rusted hammer loosely in his hand as he shifted his steady gaze from father to son and back again.  “We need you synku,” the man continued.  “Put gear away and come help.” 

His calm tone left no room for argument so Oliver, with one last furious glance at Henri, turned on his heal, scooped up the equipment he had been cleaning, and marched off towards the stable.  The two men watched him leave. 

The new addition, Ronnie, fixed the detective with a look of disapproval.  “Ollie is still child,” he reminded Henri, his accent think and mumbled beneath his beard.   “You question him, parent must be there.” 

While the irony of the statement was certainly lost on the rouster, it was not lost on Henri.  He would have liked to tell the man that a parent had been present, but the indignation was smothered by bitterness.  Instead of replying, the detective simply shook his head, shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, and took off towards the exit.  

[drjoanofsnark]

Ugly graphic to celebrate my darling Amanda's day of birth

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extinctathon replied to your post: extinctathon answered your question: I need...

and a glue gun. don’t forget the glue gun.

omfg yessssss! The glue gun! 

[drjoanofsnark]

extinctathon answered your question: I need ideas for halloween costumes.  Any takers?

AN ORPHAN BLACK CLONE

I would want to be totally cool like Sarah, but it would be so easy and (funny!) to go as Alison. Yoga pants, puffy vest, glass of wine, walk around telling people that I hate yoga. lol

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extinctathon replied to your post: “i’ll admit it, i coveted the shit out of that honeycrisp apple at the...”:

ew honeycrisp. gross.

fuck off it was delicious.