by Nicole Mejia
what if i showed you something that i'm really proud of hehe 😳
Physically im here writing my essay but mentally i am far and away thinking about future historical garments that i want to make
#Batwoman Review: Arrive Alive (Season 2 Episode 11)
Ryan and Sophie are forced to team up to find Angelique on Batwoman Season 2 Episode 11, “Arrive Alive.” This episode is all about the final moment where Sophie discovers Ryan is Batwoman. The reveal is in no way surprising as the hour makes it clear it’s coming. The obvious foreshadowing hurts this episode because we know what’s up, and this causes everything that happens leading up to the scene…
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How to go about writing Pete's Venom verse.
Hero & Villain AU
Nicole’s cheeks burned from the cold but if anyone asked she would deny it with every frosted breath left in her lungs.
Before she left, her mother had warned her that her old denim jacket wouldn’t be warm enough because winter in the middle-of-nowhere Canada was much, much colder than it was in the sunny hills of Los Angeles. Nicole was almost 23 now and she’d locked the door of her new apartment with it draped over her shoulders like it was a piece of armor, her chin held high and her head full of pride.
She fought crime, chased away evil from where it tried to hide underneath burnt out streetlights, she saved lives and served justice.
Nicole Haught was a superhero - she could handle the cold.
The snow came up to her ankles, soaking through the bottom of her cuffed jeans and her fingers were frozen solid in the worn lining of her pockets. A harsh gust of wind left her hissing and Nicole raised her elbow to try and shield her face from the worst of it. Her ears were ringing and her hair was icy where it pressed into the exposed skin of her jaw and Nicole felt like a damn fool standing in the middle of the road wearing a jean jacket and a pair of sneakers.
A house light flicked on just up the road and Nicole could barely see the glare of yellow through the snow covering her lashes. She shouldered her way towards it, teeth chattered like a death song with every sluggish step, and ignored the way she could feel her mother’s I-told-you-so smile on the back of her neck.
She practically fell up the three front steps onto a weathered front porch. There was a wilted house plant in a blue pot sitting beside a crooked welcome mat that said “Leave” in fancy script but the wind wasn’t slicing through her cheeks as terribly up here and Nicole flopped down onto her knees beside it all.
A woman with long, honey brown hair stared down at her, warmth spilling out from an open door, “If you’re going to die can go do it out on the lawn,” She pulled a thin black afghan tighter around her shoulders and frowned, “It would be inconvenient for me if you died on my front stoop.”
Nicole tried to apologize but her lips were too cold and all that came out was a rather embarrassing sequence of gasps and moans.
The woman rolled her eyes and stepped aside, pushing the door open further with the heel of her boot, “Get up and come in already. I’m letting all the heat out.”
Delirious from the icy wind at her back, Nicole looked up at the woman and swore she saw a flash of salvation hidden within dark eyes. She struggled to her feet, toes frozen and knees cracking like ice, and rushed towards it.
Nicole stood pathetically in the hallway while her host ruffled around in a wicker basket beside a small fire for a spare blanket. Nicole kept her eyes on her ruined shoes and chewed uselessly on her tongue while she waited, her body vibrating as it thawed.
The woman offered her a a frosty glass of scotch, a fresh imprint of black lipstick smeared across the rim, and a thick quilt.
Nicole took the drink first, knocking it back with a grimace, “Thank you,” She whispered, the alcohol making her tongue hot, “I’m real sorry about-”
The woman snatched the empty cup from her fingers and shoved the blanket into the crook of Nicole’s elbow, “Don’t mention it. Seriously. I might kick you back out into the snow if you do.”
It wasn’t the cold that caused a shiver to race down her spine, “Okay...” She frowned and watched as the woman disappeared around a corner, “My name is Nicole, Nicole Haught.” She said, speaking louder as a faucet turned on, “I just moved here and I was out trying to get a feel of the place and-”
“-and you totally missed the six inches of snow and the bitter wind on your way out the door. Sure,” The woman’s laugh was loud and mean but Nicole smiled anyway, the feeling rushing back into the curve of her cheek.
“Americans aren’t known for their common sense if you can believe it.”
The woman came back into the hallway, another full glass of amber held against her chest, and raised an eyebrow as a challenge, “Is there any reason why you’re still in my house dripping all over my floor?”
Nicole studied the woman, carefully searching for that flash of something she’d seen out on the porch, and shook her head slowly when she came up empty, “I never caught your name. How am I supposed to know where to send the ‘Thank You’ fruit basket without it?”
“The house number is on the mailbox outside. I reckon you’ll see it on your way home,” She tilted her head towards the door, “Feel free to keep the blanket.”
Nicole stood there, jaw open and brain scrambling for an excuse to stay for one long, last minute before she gave in and turned away.
“My name is Waverly,” The woman said, dark nails clinking against the bottom of her drink, “Waverly Earp.“
Nicole flashed her most radiant and charming smile over her shoulder as she tugged the front door open, feeling warm despite the slap of cold against her knuckles, “It was nice to meet you. Thanks again for saving my life.”
Waverly rolled her eyes and Nicole stepped out of the house, closing the door carefully behind her back.
It was cold, Nicole knew it was, but she had a quilt that smelled like scotch and strawberries wrapped around her neck and she did not feel it.
(And if all she could think of her entire walk home was dark lipstick and long hair and a crooked welcome mat well...)
Nicole Haught was a superhero - she could handle anything.
this isn't really an amv so much as it is an exercise in giving myself a really bad time. 13x01 set to "poacher's pride."
#TheGloaming Review: Beyond the Veil (Season 1 Episode 5)
The plot thickens significantly on The Gloaming Season 1 Episode 5, “Beyond the Veil.” Everyone has stuff in their past that they would rather keep in the past, but sometimes we are forced to face our painful histories whether we want to or not. That is what is happening to the characters on The Gloaming. Children are a portal to a better understanding of our spirit that resides beyond the…
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