#john reader

[vessinthereblogpost]

im reading orv after years of procastination and there’s an explanation saying “dokja means reader”

so we have john reader in omniscient reader viewpoint?

wha

[rolloroberson]

The Rolling Stones, Nicky Hopkins, Andrew Loog Oldham & Glyn Johns at Olympic Sound Studios in London, circa 1967 photographed by John Reader.

[justauthoring]

To Save You

Prompt: Could you do a murphy imagine where he gets upset when he came back from COL to find out y/n is taken by Mount w?

A/N: A LOT OF YOU HAVE REQUESTED ME TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES. and while I am totally fine with doing so I totally lost and forgot where I was going with this series. So i’m literally just flying by the wing and hoping i don’t disappoint you guys :)))))

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: this is sort of canon but of course Murphy somehow (im not gonna explain) came back earlier from the whole ‘find the city of light’ mission and is with the hundred when the whole mountain men stuff goes down,

You winced as Cage continued to drag you with no care for how harshly he was pulling on you. You tried to pull back on his grip but after the first time, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. You were already in trouble, especially with Jasper and Monty knowing that you were here now. You imagined that you wouldn’t be seeing either of them for a long time.

You’d at first expected Cage to drag you back to your ‘room’ lock you up like he had before. But he took a different route, one you hadn’t seen before. Every hallway was a different hallway and you only found yourself more and more confused.

By the look on Cage’s face, you knew he was furious. And you felt your heart beat quicken with fear. You weren’t going to lie and say you haven’t been scared this entire time but there was something about his face, something that told you this was more. And you would pay more seriously this time.

Finally Cage stopped in front of a door. You panted from being aggressively dragged through many hallways, your bare feet aching in pain. The bastard hadn’t even given you any shoes. His grip was still on your wrist, as tight as ever as he pressed his card ket up against the doors scanner, it beeping after a few seconds. What you saw in return made your heart drop. 

The room was littered with Cage’s and inside was a lady standing over a body. There was also another man on the other side of the room, his short off as he grunted pain. Something told you you didn’t want to walk in this room. Though you had no choice as Cage aggressively tugged on your wrist once again, making you stumble in. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked around as the two conscious people turned their attention on you. “I see you’ve brought her.” The lady spoke up.

A smile appeared on Cage’s face but it was twisted. “Yes.”

“Took you long enough, I thought you’d never agree-”

“She isn’t for that,” Cage interrupted, snarling at the woman. “The only time we use her for her bone marrow is for me. Not for anyone else. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

You said nothing, your voice stuck in the back of your throat in panic. There was nothing you could. Even if you managed to get away from Cage somehow, there was still two people in here, not to mention the guards that littered the halls, who stared at you like you were any experiment. 

You felt yourself freeze as you saw the direction Cage planned to lead you. To a cage. You immediately begun struggling, pulling back on his grip. Cage turned around faster than you’d ever seen him, you snarled at him punching him. You wouldn’t be locked up. Not in a cage like some animal. The man who’d been sitting on the chair got up, standing behind you and grabbed your arms, blocking you from leaving. You struggled in his grip, turning to Cage with a nasty glare.

“You can’t just lock me up like so-” You were interrupted as Cage’s hand smacked across your face, snapping your head to the left. Your mouth fell open in shock, and your felt your cheek grow warm in pain. Slowly you turned back to Cage, fear riddling your body.

“You will do as I say,” he grunted before nodding at the man behind you. Suddenly you felt yourself being shoved forward, your face smacking against the bars of the cage. Grunting you tried to remain calm as you felt metal touch your wrists and a click, they’d just put hand cuffs on you. Cage came around with a key, opening the cage in front of you. Before you could say anything both men shoved you forward. The minute you regained yourself and turned towards the door, it was already closed.

The man who’d held you backed off, grunting as he fell back against the chair.

Cage stepped close, his arm reaching through the bars to grab ahold of your chin. You grunted, feeling your head being yanked forward. Panic filled you at your vulnerability. Your wrists were cuffed behind you and you were now locked in a cage, completely vulnerable to these insane people.

Cage’s grip on your chin was rough, and he wasn’t letting go anytime soon. Brining your face closer to his, he smiled. “You’re the key to everything, Y/N.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” You spat, trying to hide the way you were clearly shaking. “What do you want from me?”

You thought he wouldn’t answer, just like he hadn’t before. But Cage side, letting go of your jaw and stepping back. His hands clasped behind his back, he shook his head as if you were a child. “You will give me the key to my right, going outside. In other words, you will start the revolutionary movement of my people being allowed back on earth.”

“How...?” You whispered.

“Your bone marrow.” Cage stated bluntly. “Before your friends come, your bone marrow will be used on me. When your friends are here, their bone marrow will be used on everyone else.”

You felt sick at his crazy idea, worry setting in. You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one. “Why me? Why do you specifically want my bone marrow?”

“Because after this is all done, and your people are dead, you will be the last surviving sky person. You are mine, so you will stay by my side.”

He said nothing more, stepping away from you. The reality of the situation sunk in, your body slumping against the back of the cage. You made no movement, only staring at nothing. Then suddenly you jumped, watching as the woman from before started drilling into the unconscious man.

“Bone marrow extraction.”

Bellamy’s eyes widened when he caught sight of you, and for a moment he forgot what he was suppose to be searching for. Staring at your sunken form, Bellamy brought the radio up to his lips. “Guys? We have a code red.”

“What do you mean?”

Shaking his head, Bellamy didn’t know how to say this. “We have to hurry, they already have Y/N?”

“What?” 

“Y/N’s in a cage and she- she doesn’t look well.”

Bellamy heard Clarke sigh, as sudden clanking sounds sounded. Listening closely, Bellamy could only invision the pain you were going through and you would continue to go through. And there nothing he could do. He brought you in to this place and now you were suffering for it. 

“We need to tell Murphy.”

[rolloroberson]

The Rolling Stones - Gomper session - featuring Charlie Watts playing tabla. 📸 by John Reader.

[rolloroberson]

John and Yoko in the machine room at Trident Recording Studios, circa July 26, 1968, photographed by John Reader ©.

[thedissenters]

Yoko Ono & John Lennon for LIFE magazine | May 1968 © John Reader

[indielinguist]

African leaders were not invited to attend the Berlin Conference in 1884-5 at which Africa was carved out among the colonial powers, nor were they consulted. The proceedings, though larded with expressions of good intent concerning Africa, were a strictly European affair, a round of diplomatic haggling enlivened by the frisson of high-powered scheming and competition.

John Reader, Africa: A Biography of the Continent (p. 543)

[ilime]

Se ogni abitante della Terra vivesse con gli stessi agi del cittadino medio nordamericano, non basterebbe un solo pianeta, ma ne servirebbero tre per provvedere alle esigenze di tutti.

John Reader