This job… we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. But if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time… maybe nobody gets saved.
“My…mother kind of took a lot of pictures of me growing up. So being in front of a camera is easy for me,” Alec replied with a small bashful smile. His mother had taken a lot of photos of her children, but he knew that as her first, she probably had a bit too many of him in scrapbooks around the manor. “Thank you, though. I’m glad that you like my work.” And maybe, if he was lucky, this shoot would lead to something more. Alec wanted to act, but he hadn’t found the right film or show yet. Alec nodded and smiled, pleased that his sister had done so well. “She’s always been like that. People flock to her without her even having to try, though trust me when I say she tries. She’ll have you charmed in no time at all.” Alec had always been a bit protective of his sister too, but he trusted her to do what she knew she needed to do.
Venice. He was looking forward to going from place to place on a boat. Maybe he’d stay a day or so longer after the shoot just to enjoy the area. Alec chuckled and replied, “Perhaps you should give them some incentive to use a better background. Though I suppose they think the plain ones look nice in their catalog’s.” He stood and followed after the man, eager to see what he would wear. Alec didn’t entirely have the best fashion himself, but he could dress nicely when he put his mind to it and when he’d started this career, he’d gotten a lot better at it. “Woah,” Alec said as he walked toward the rack of clothes. “This is more than any of my other shoots had.” His fingers trailed over a dark, black leather jacket that was just his style. Jace would be so jealous if he brought this home. “Did my sister tell you I like leather?” He asked as he turned to look at him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had. “Okay, let’s get started then. Where’s your changing room?” He didn’t pull anything off the rack, though he was tempted to take the jacket now. He saw a nice shirt that would go well with it too, it had a little more frills than he would’ve liked, but it would blend well. Despite all that was in front of him, he could already imagine taking an outfit home, maybe two if Magnus let him buy the second one off of him.
Magnus listened to the other, nodding as his lips curved upwards. “Well, having an early start has definitely come as an advantage.” he assured. The work Alec had done was marvelous, and pictures did no justice to the full beauty of the younger man. He looked up as Alec talked about his sister and he nodded. “She really looks up to you. You’ll be the first siblings I’ve ever used for my personal line.” he explained with a smile. “Well, as charming as she is, I’m sure you’re just as wonderfully charming.” It was a subtle attempt at flirting, because Magnus had a serious weakness for the dark hair and blue eyes combination but he really wanted Alec for this shoot in particular.
Magnus shrugged. “They see what I’m capable of, but they want to line to stand out more on the promotion posters. Which is foolish, but let the cooperate idiots remain blind to true vision.” He let Alec look around, giving a little shrug of one shoulder. “This particular line I wanted to have something more people could afford, my line has become immensely popular in the last two years.” He replied, as Alec looked through the rack, smiling as – just as he’d been told to expect – Alec fell in love with the leather jacket. “She did. She has a slight taste for it herself. She took the women’s leather mini jacket with hardly a glance and built the outfit to go with it.” he chuckled. He motioned to the area curtained off by tall black curtains. “There’s a three way mirror, let me know when your done and we’ll see if anything needs to be changed.”
Ugh, don’t make fun of people if they couldn’t spell a word correctly/made a grammar mistake. If you really feel the need to correct it, do so politely.
They had the courage to post what they wrote online and you go and tear it down? What the hell is wrong with you.
general psa that i will NEVER be upset with you for taking forever/never answering something i send you
we all have lives outside of this and muses are fickle like, i get it and i never want anyone to be afraid that i’d hold it against them like if i send you a meme and you’re not feeling it? you don’t need to answer it
if we plot something and i make a starter and you’re not feeling it anymore? that’s okay too. even if halfway through a thread it feels like it’s going nowhere so you wanna drop it? that’s 100% okay
honestly? you don’t even need to let me know you’re dropping something/not answering something like im not here to pressure you or bug you about replies and i don’t care if you’re actively writing with other people or anything, like if you’re not interested in writing something with me i won’t take it personally
and even if you don’t want to drop something and take literal months to answer? that’s chill like me too okay
and all i ask is that you extend the same courtesy to me ❤
This is a reminder that just because it’s the holidays, it doesn’t mean you have to put up with toxic relatives.
You don’t have to sit and listen to Old Granny Racist
You don’t have to sit and listen to Misogynistic Male Members of the Family
You don’t have to sit and listen to Homophobic Aunt Martha and Inappropriate Joke Making Cousin Steve.
You don’t have to let That One Aunt make snide comments about your weight/lack of weight or let That One Uncle look at you weird.
You don’t have to let your siblings torment you and then laugh it off because “we’re family, chill out”
You don’t have to sit and let others make you feel uncomfortable/oppressed/awful about yourself/in valid/anything else just because it’s the holidays.
Your mental and emotional health is more important than whether or not you’re there to hear the ridiculously hypocritical prayer that gets said once a year by someone who would have no issue disowning you if they ever found out how you identify.
YOU are more important than that.
You are more important than a family gathering, and if it’s horrible to go then DONT GO. Drink your pumpkin spice latte and eat your box of cookies alone in your own apartment/dorm/room or go out with friends or take a trip or whatever.
Do something other than putting yourself through all that ick. The holidays are just dates on a calender and family is just people. Don’t jeopardize yourself for the sake of a “tradition”.
“You say that now,” Steve said quietly from where he lay on their bed. “But what if the war comes here and you get called to go, Bucky? What then? They won’t let omega’s fight.. I’ll be here… alone…”
Bucky sighed and leaned to kiss Steve’s head. “Hey, if they call up and I have to go, we’ll find a way to bring you with somehow. If I can’t, just write me a letter everyday, I’ll write you one everyday until I get home, alright? My heart is going to be here, even if my body isn’t.”
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