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Book Boyfriends – The Lunar Chronicles edition.

Book 2 of the Lunar Chronicles, and I have two new book boyfriends! Yay!  Nothing new really. (see also fangirling)

…oh, that reminds me…before we get too much further…

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***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***

This might get a slight bit fangirly and boy crazy. It’s not intentional. These things just happen.

***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to the guys.

Captain Carswell Thorne.

Captain is a loose title for a guy that can barely fly the ship he stole. He’s got this Han Solo appeal to me with his beloved jacket and this “hunk of junk” ship that he stole and he doesn’t want people badmouthing. He’s such a smart ass! Again, Han. And I think that’s why I fell for him so easily. He’s my type of guy. As I read him in Scarlet, I flipped through images in my head, trying to find the “right fit” for a guy. Han is Han and cannot be a Carswell no matter what. I tried imagining a younger Jackson Rathbone…but the Texan accent wasn’t working with Thorne all that well. Even though there was a Carswell AFB in Ft. Worth where I lived in school. But no. The correlation wouldn’t stick.

When I read something about his eyes when Cinder looked into them, my mind went to Eggsy…

Eggsy from The Kingsmen. Taron Egerton. And STARS! Fireworks exploded. He fits so well for me. Except the accent. Thorne is American and I have a Dickens of a time trying to put him into an American accent. Especially when I love the British one so much…and the glasses he wears in that movie…but that’s another post. For his voice, I am always slipping into Chris Evans…always Chris Evans…with those snarky lines…I die.

IDKY, but it happens. (It’s so velvety soft to my ears *happy sigh*). But Taron is Thorne…definitely.

As the books go on, I hope to keep liking him. (He really is my favorite character so far.) Thorne is funny and so not with the program yet way ahead of everyone else…I can’t stop the goofy grin on my face when I think about that one part where he did something (NO SPOILERS!) or snarked off a comment to enrage Cinder…I LOVE CAPTAIN AMERICA THORNE! (Cap is for another post at another time. I love him, too.)

WOLF

Once  his size was noted, I immediately thought of Kellan Lutz in Breaking Dawn ii when he was like über jacked. He is THE MOST MUSCULAR PERSON I have ever met in my life. Seriously. Have you seen him do those no feet push-ups?  Then those pull-ups that never end? I can imagine Wolf doing those very things while barely breaking a sweat.

And he’s really tall, too, so it was so easy to fit him into that role…minus about ten years, and he’d play him in the movie. I think he’d be great as Wolf, too.

Wolf for me, though, is a true love/hate relationship. One minute, I find him endearing and sweet. The next, I’m either PISSED or just gawking at him thinking Unbelievable. He is the Beast to my inner Belle. I want to hug him, but am afraid I might lose an arm, but would totally forgive him as he handed it back to me with apologies. I feel bad for his circumstances. I love that he’s trying to change…and I hope it’s not a ruse…and I hope it’s for Scarlet…and I can’t stop thinking about him either.

But yeah, Kellan Lutz. Definitely.

Now I am on Cress. I hope the guys keep me enchanted. I look forward to finding out more about the guys, but also Cinder and Scarlet…and Cress, of course. As of page 22, I am enraged with Kai. I loathe Levana with every fiber of my being. I’m currently on Wolf’s side again. And look forward to what Captain Charisma is up to…even though Iko is more Captain than he is right now.  I’m sorta wishing on a STAR for a new character to come along…and for Kai to get his head on straight so I can like him…

And if you haven’t read any of The Lunar Chronicles, you won’t understand any of this.
To which I will say, “Go read it so we can discuss this stuff!”

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Chris Evans gif found on giphy.com
Kellan Lutz gif was pinned on my pinterest board but originally found on ilovemormonvampires on tumblr.Jackson Rathbone image is my own personal image from the 100 Monkeys show in Denver, August 13, 2011.
The other images were found through random googling, or on my pinterest board and altered by me in photoshop for purposes of casting my new book boyfriends.

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Things I feel compelled to mention about Wings.

(Sorry for the duplicate posts…someone shut the lid on my laptop and it went to publish instead of staying in draft. MY OCD is forcing me to fix it…FIX IT NOW!)

  1. Wings was written with a RomCom movie in mind. Two actually. Playing It Cool and What’s Your Number? A few of my favorite romcoms. Then add in the style of Before We Go with keeping it intimate and focused on the two main characters as much as possible…It all comes together here.
  2. The POV does alternate, though it doesn’t alternate per chapter, meaning you’ll get three of Charlie, two of Violet, one of Charlie, etc and so on. It still came out to equal chapters of POV in the end.
  3. I’m not sure if it’s an 80s movie influence or a typical romcom sort of influence, but I did insert a montage. The montage is in the opening, changing between Violet and Charlie’s POVs in one long cohesive discussion. I don’t know why I like opening montages in a movie, but it’s now come over into my novels. It’s actually labeled with a chapter title: Opening Montage.
  4. Much like a movie, I have the epilogue chapter (titled: After the principal acting credits) sort of moment of reveling in the HEA, but also finding out a major secret.
  5. Like The Avengers (the first one, not AoU), I have what I’ve actually titled The Shwarma Moment…That little piece of related unrelated that happens way after the credits have rolled but before the final movie company logo. Mostly it was because I didn’t want to let my characters go. Easily deleted, but it’s funny and leaves a big question. I don’t want it out.
  6. I’ve been thinking…The story is complete, but I want to go in and add more chapter/section titles to correspond to a RomCom movie. I’ve not had any feedback about the titles I do have, except maybe it didn’t fit well with my first 250…so I didn’t include that then. I keep wondering if I should have.
  7. My characters are diverse in race and circumstance. Charlie was raised by his grandmother after his mom, at 21, left him when he was 5. So yeah, his mom had him at 16. Violet is half-Japanese. He father is well to do with his importing business, but she’s tired of that set…tired of everything being handed to her so she’s on this Independent Woman kick. Amala is African-American. Her father was in country music (think Hootie after the Blowfish) so she was always well-off and brought up to be that outgoing, get what I want sort of girl. Darshan’s parents (and Darshan) is from India. His parents migrated to London when his father took over a company in England. He was brought up to be the best…and in his father’s eyes, the best is a medical doctor. But Darshan wanted to help people in other ways after meeting Charlie their freshman year at NYU. So he’s currently working on his doctorate in Psychology, much to his father’s chagrin.
  8. If this were a movie, I’d have Chris Evans as Charlie (though the age is slightly off), Kelsey Asbile as Violet (same age thing here). Danai Gurira as Amala. Sidharth Malhotra as Darshan, though I still hear Rahul Kohli (Ravi on iZombie…I can’t have a character touting disdain for a beard when he wears one) as his voice. I’d watch it a million times over. But then maybe that’s creator pride speaking. I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH!
  9. There are deleted scenes that I would love to add…that maybe one day, I’d post like a Blu-ray’s outtakes and cut scenes section. They fit, but don’t. Like seven of them. No matter how much I wanted them, I couldn’t keep them to keep the story flow going.

Should you want a visual representation of Wings (inspiration for the characters and events, outfits, locations) I did [finally] unlock the {Wings on Pinterest Board}. Should you want a playlist, I also [finally] unlocked my {Wings songs on YouTube} compilation of songs that inspired this book or made for a great soundtrack to get a particular feeling or emotion. (Also inserted these links in the Wings page under MY STORIES link above.)

Three more days (or is it four?) and I’m so ready.

Should a team say:

Well, not 21, but Wings, then I’ll definitely wanna hug:

Otherwise, you all better be prepared to read one of the BEST ROMCOMs out there. IMHO. Again, I might just be slightly bias.

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Love, Darrows.

Here I am. Putting one of my favorite stories out there. *deep breath* Not that I don’t want this baby published. I do. But this one… I think I may have to take Quentin and Lex into the world of self-pub. Since he is in the process of being copyrighted, I thought I would go ahead and post the first chapter, then link it into the MY STORIES ↑↑↑ menu ↑↑↑ above ↑↑↑ should anyone want more info about my Cupid. I haven’t decided if I am going to stick with just posting the first chapter or if I’m going to do up to five. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I do hope you enjoy my Cupid-in-training, high school senior, mister popular, OCD, over studious, overachiever Quentin Darrows. Quent. I would cast William Moseley as Quent in the movie…without the accent. Sometimes.

my own screencap from S1 of The Royals

Title: Love, Darrows
Word Count: 90,000
Genre: YA LGBTQ Retelling of Cupid/Fantasy/Contemporary Mythology
Novel Summary: Quentin Darrows is training for the most important job, Cupid. He has control over everyone’s love life in Romulus High School but his own. What’s a Cupid to do when all he wants is to be with his best friend, Lex?

This novel is part one of a duology(duet), told through Quentin Darrow’s point of view.

Thank you for reading.


Chapter 1.

The morning scramble. Less delicious than it sounds. It consists of running around, last-minute, trying to not forget anything. Clothes, preppy and colorful. Teeth brushed, breath minty. Hair, every strand in place. Books. Shove books into backpack. Backpack on shoulder. Stairs. Overbearing mother.

“Quent, take a moment and eat something.”

“Sorry, Vee. No time. Lex will be here any minute.” The backpack takes a chair as I shove my arms into my jacket.

Overbearing mother sticks a banana in one hand as it emerges. She sticks a small glass of almond milk in the other hand as I shrug the jacket onto my shoulders. “Eat!”

There’s never any arguing with the self-proclaimed goddess of our household. The almond milk slides down my throat in a gulp. The banana is peeled and takes about three bites and a hamster cheek to fully consume. The peel hits the counter and I go for my backpack.

“Quentin…”

Saved by the blaring horn. A blissful poetic justice.

“Bye, Vee.” I book it to the front door, overbearing mother not too far behind me.

“Can’t you call me mom just once?”

I turn at the door and give Vee a quick kiss on the cheek. “You told me you were too young to ever be referred to as ‘Mom’.” I step into the cool humid air of a late, sunny September morning. Lex’s car is sitting at the curb. The windows are too darkly tinted to see him, though.

“That was in public. You are free to call me mom at home.”

“Bye, Mom.” Halfway down the short walk, I look over my shoulder. “Better?”

Vee is absolutely unamused. She looks bronze against the white column she leans on while wearing what most would consider unmentionables. Practically see-through, satin lingerie in a soft pink. As horrifying as it sounds. She tosses a small wave before folding her arms over stomach.

I can’t jump into Lex’s black convertible fast enough. The seatbelt buckle clicks as I slide the metal tongue into it. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on.”

The window hums as it retracts into my door. Lex leans into me, smelling of a raspberry-vanilla mocha and baby powder. Death would be welcome right about now.

“Good morning, Mrs. Darrows.” He says this with almost a sweet tone overlapping the sinister meaning underneath. A flirtatious whim.

Major mistake looking at my mother. She kicks one leg out in some sort of supermodel pose, the lace and silk lingerie hiking up her thigh. “Hi, Lexington.” Her hand waves as though she’s pageant queen on a float with a touch more exuberance. It’s as though she was waiting just for this moment.

I want to throw up.

“How many times have I asked you to call me Vee?”

Lex bares his teeth in a mirthful grin. He’s so close I can see how his two front teeth lean slightly to the left in the upper row of white. “Okay, Vee. We’ve gotta get going.”

The whole display is disturbing.

Lex fastens his seatbelt. The window rises from the door, separating me from my mother. Finally. “Your mom still looks like she’s twenty.”

“You know she’s fifty. Can we go now?”

Lex leans back in his leather seat. His left arm is straight, grip tight on the steering wheel. The Audi’s engine roars to life. The gear drops into drive and we pull away from the curb. Shocking the tires didn’t squeal.

“You’re such a buzz kill, Quent.”

“And you’re sick.”

“And you love it.”

He touches a button on the steering wheel and the radio blasts the interior of the car with music. If you can call what he’s listening to music.

“Are you single-handedly trying to reinstate Seattle grunge?”

He tosses a nonchalant shrug at me. “What?”

“The plaid shirt over the holey t-shirt. Jeans that seem to be hanging on by a thread.” I reach over and give a playful tug on the soft blue knit cap on his head. “This ridiculous beanie.”

He smacks my hand away. “It took two hours to get my hair and this hat just right.” His eyes take a quick roam to my side of the car. “Should I dress like you? Like Abercrombie threw up all over me after a drunken night out?”

“Hey, I’m not heading into the realm of cliché. We live in Washington state and you’re listening to Pearl Jam like they’re music gods.”

“In my defense, it’s the new Pearl Jam.”

“There is no defense for Pearl Jam.” I lean over and twist the knob next to the screen on the dash, searching through the available radio stations in the Olympia area. “I’ll let you keep the retro nouveau look, but I get control of your knob.”

Red Light.

Lex actually stops. Meaning I’m getting my boyfriend’s squinty-eyed, half playful, half serious grin. “What have I told you about using those double entendres?”

“Use them wisely.” I fly through the stations until I’m fully convinced real music just doesn’t exist on normal radio waves. I pull out my phone and connect it to the car’s Bluetooth. Music. A meta name for the only playlist I have. Spoon. Perfect.

The light flicks to green, and we speed off towards school. “Don’t fuck up my speakers with that indie crap of yours.”

“We wouldn’t be arguing over music if you hadn’t made sure I was grounded from my own car.”

“I told you I’ll pay for the ticket.”

“It’s your ticket. You were driving my car when the red light camera got you.”

“Technicalities.”

He drives through our town like he’s Speed Racer trying to outrun Racer X. He manages to only hit the yellow lights this morning. One after another, the last one turning red as we’re in the middle of the intersection. When I see the hints of our high school behind the towering pines ahead, I couldn’t be more thankful.

Home of the Fighting Wolves. Go maroon and grey! RHS. Romulus High.

The place is situated on top of a hill overlooking the student and staff parking lots. There is one long, white concrete staircase, broken into four sets of ten, that leads you from the student lot to the red brick Administration Building. Our school is like a college. Each building is suited for the type of class. The English building sits to the right of Admin. Sciences behind and catty-corner near the cafeteria. The Math building is in the far back of the campus, right near the bus drop.

It’s where I have to go first thing.

School is a conundrum of emotional and mental states. Some of the kids absolutely hate it here. Others, this is the epitome of their lives. First loves. First heartache. Pregnancy scares. Cheating boyfriends and girlfriends. Drama. Comedy. Fights. Love, lust, and likes.

For Lex, school is popularity and friendship. Flirtations and flings. From the car to his locker, no matter how drizzly or sunny the morning starts, everyone pauses to greet him or whisper and point his way. He is attention-getting on his own, without his father’s political status or his mom’s PTA brown-nosery.

“I have football after school,” he says, taking notice in the direction of Anna Lynn Garrison, the perfect blonde of school. His eyebrows lift and he does a slight smile.

I can only roll my eyes. “Cool. I have SC today anyway.” I leave him to wander over to the land of giggles and girls. One day, he’ll walk with me to class. As my best friend and boyfriend. That day can’t arrive soon enough. Until then, I’m on my own. “See ya.”

For me, high school is a job. One of those eighty hour a week numbers that age you well beyond your years, both mentally and physically. I’d love a day off, but in my line of work, there are no days off. No vacation. No sick days.

It’s all ludicrous, though. Honestly, I could use some age on my face. Something to tone down my rounded cheeks and boyish grin. My senior picture looks exactly like my seventh grade picture with a different shirt. Cursed forever to look infantile. Even if I don’t shave, I’m looking severely illegal to the female staff at our school.

I hear things.

“Hey, Claire. How’s Stan?”

“He’s avoiding me as always. Why?”

“Just keep talking to him. He’ll come around.” I always wink at high school girls. They giggle and you feel like maybe you just made her day a little more special. All a part of my job.

The concrete steps can’t move fast enough for me this morning. I barely make it past the first two sets of steps before I’m being hailed from behind.

“Hey, Quent. Can we talk a moment?”

I turn around and fight the scowl from my face, putting on a happy grin as I see the over-eager assault coming my way. Thomas Janice. As two-faced as they come. You never know what his angle is.

“Is this about SC? Whatever you need should probably wait until the meeting this afternoon.”

“Actually, I wanted to find out why Lex has a sudden interest in Anna Lynn.”

Geez. I don’t have the time or the patience for him right now. I proceed on my original path and say, “I’m not my friend’s keeper, Thomas. What’s it matter to you?”

Thomas walks beside me, matching my right with his. Left with left. The only difference is he’s taking the steps as though they’re slippery stones in a river. “Look…” He takes the fabric of my jacket in his hand just so I have to stop. His beady eyes—that are far too close together in my opinion—dart around. He leans in as though a national secret is being passed between us. “I’ve got to know about Anna Lynn.”

“What?” My eyes narrow. I can’t hit a human. I can’t. “You have a thing for her?”

He tries to pull off innocence, but his head flips and I get nothing but arrogance in the shrug.

“What about Samara?”

“I’m going to break up with her. I just need to know if Anna Lynn is available.”

I hate him. Cheating douche. Samara is as gorgeous as a sunset and as kind as Mother Theresa. She deserves someone who will treat her like she is the air they need to breathe. He’s going to destroy her if I don’t do something.

“Look, stay with Samara. She walks on your every word like a ghost in the mist, floating peacefully in bliss.”

“Stop with the poetic crap, Quent. Does Anna Lynn want Lex?”

I make it like he’s pointing a six-shooter in my chest instead of his short, stubby finger. My hands may be up by my shoulders, but I am far from conceding. “Not my place. Ask Lex yourself.”

The last ten concrete steps and I’m home free, cutting through admin to get to my locker just outside of the Math building.

“Quent!”

Now I don’t mind talking to this girl who says my name like it’s the best surprise in the world. “Lana. Didn’t you ride in on Gabe’s fire red pony today?”

The girl can do a hair flip any mean girl could be jealous of, though she has not a mean bone in her body. “Ha ha. I get it. Gabe has a Mustang.” She rests her arm on my shoulder, mesmerizing me with her chocolate eyes. “If my normal ride wasn’t grounded…”

“That’s Lex’s fault.”

“I know. Besides, I have a crush on Gabe and this gives me the chance to talk to him more when he’s not in tutoring. So thanks for that, Quent.” She looks around. “So…where is my brother?”

“Usual.”

“Does he always have to hang out with the parking lot trash?”

She makes a great argument. “You know I can’t ever stop him.”

“Well, I love that you always watch out for him. Even if Lex never listens.” As an outsider, one would see her hug me and think we’ve been intimate for quite a while. The way she leans her whole body into mine while giving my cheek a kiss. As an insider, you’d know we’re good friends with a common interest—worrying about Lex as if he’s lost in the world. “Later, Q.”

She walks away with springs in her steps. Sway, sashay.

Thankfully, she looks nothing like Lex. Actually, none of his three younger sisters look anything like him. They all take after their father with their fair skin and light brown hair with hints of strawberry. Lex got his perma-tan and black-brown hair from his Mexican mother. Still trying to figure out where his magical eyes came from, though.

Time to surf through the students and get to my locker. I need to get this day started.

“Hey, Q.” Sarah Richards. Currently dating Dion Hayes, basketball center.

“Quentin. How’s it going?” Dexter Keating. Mathlete. Loves Eire, head cheerleader. Dates no one. Sad really.

“Quent, did you get number thirty-two on the calculus assignment?” Diana Durant. Sits behind me in class. Also has a secret crush. Her crush? Me. She’s never told a soul. I only know because it’s my job. Insider information.

“I’ll help you before tardy bell, okay?”

She smiles as though she’s been canonized. “Will you help me at lunch, too?”

“If you don’t mind Lex joining us.”

My locker. Just in time. Fourteen. Nine. Fourteen. Door open between us. I can’t look at the hurt on her face any longer. I hate that I have to break her heart on a daily basis. She’s not the one I’m falling for–Lex–but, she’ll find someone soon. I’ll make sure of it.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The misery of a downtrodden heart weakens me. It’s fairly painful. I hate it so much.

I check behind the locker door and see her turn the corner. Good. I hope I find a him for her soon. In the meantime, I have others that need tending to.

I pull out my phone and lean against the lockers. The app I need is hidden under the ‘Do Not Disturb’ menu on my phone. I roll my eyes every time I see it. Utterly ridiculous. The app takes a day and a half to load on the school’s shitty wi-fi.

“Mr. Darrows, I expect your texts to be complete before you head into math.” Mr. Sabine. Calculus teacher. See also, teacher advocate for Student Council. Lonely. Not married.

“Q, can you give this to Lex? It’s his government definitions.” Penelope Milner. Penny. Make out queen of Romulus High School. Bi-sexual. Straight A’s she hasn’t earned by studying.

I take the paper from her. She plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth and sends a quick, “Thanks,” before taking off.

Finally, the app is up and running. Nine choices under the arrow label on the menu. Each one carries its own weight and consequence. I have to pick the one that will cause the least amount of pain.

Arrow: Lead.
Duration: Forever.
Send to: Samara Khatri.
Send From: Anonymous.
Message: Janice is lying to you. He wants Anna Lynn. You may want to dump him before he cheats on you and breaks your heart.

I send it without hesitation, knowing that in a few weeks a better guy for her will come along.

Arrow: Silver.
Duration: Two months with an option to renew.
Send to: Claire Ryan.
Send From:Stan Parker.
Message: Been thinking about you, Claire. Wanna meet up after school?

My thumb taps send.

“Who are you texting this time?” Lex pops open the locker next to me.

“Tempest from Omega Phi.”

A man with the expression of someone who just ate dirt looks at me. “Since when do you like a Greek?”

“Never. She texted me first.” I scope out the area behind Lex. Samara stops suddenly, staring at her phone. Her bronze skin pales instantly. Tears hug the rims of her dark eyes. I hate that I had to do it.

“Oh, trying to get practice for college next year, huh?” Lex grins like a devil. He knows better than that.

Fine. Two can play this silly little game. “Oh, look what I have. Penny asked me to give you this paper she wrote out for you? What’s that about?”

Lex snatches the paper from my hand and shoves it into his locker. “A drunken momentary indiscretion. Nothing more.” He slams his locker shut as the bell rings.

We surf into the wave of students, heading towards the Math building. Hordes of them schooling about. Chatting. Pushing. Quiet. Shying away. And one smile and bright brown-hazel eyes, a life saver in the chaos as Claire checks her phone to see the text she received.

I’m willing to bet it’s from Stan.

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Casting Couch.

Another post of random blathering, feel free to ignore…

Sometimes, I think I’ve missed my calling. I should have been a casting director.

I get über picky about who is cast as someone who should be related. In my opinion, they should at least look alike, have some sort of commonality to them. And they should be matched in acting ability so the flow of the piece being filmed works.

Over the years, there have been quite a few. The easiest one is Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Javier Bardem. They could be twins, matching accents or not. Maybe, like Disney’s The Parent Trap, their parents split up and they were separated, one of them going to Spain while the other remained in America. Or maybe their dad had an affair on a business trip to Spain or something. It’s more plausible than Danny Devito and Arnold Schwarzenegger as twins, because nothing about them match…not even eye color or hair color.

Last spring, while watching The Royals on E!, I came across British actor Jack Derges (who is really a sweet guy if you talk to him on Twitter, also in HUMANS on AMC). Well, the first moment I saw him, I thought of his perfect sibling match: James Marsden. Yes, there is a slight age difference, but then maybe Jack was the surprise baby in their family. Even if they were cast as being closer in age, pure sibling!

Then, over the weekend, I was perusing tumblr and something was brought to my attention. And special thanks goes out to @steverogersnotebook and @captaincorrupter for making sure I can NEVER UNSEE it.

Young Mark Hamill and Sebastain Stan look so eerily alike. I’d never noticed, probably because I tend to think of Seb Stan in guyliner, thanks to winter soldier.

JJ Abrams should pay attention to this. Cast Seb as Luke’s son and leave Rey where she belongs–Han and Leia’s daughter. And if he needs more prodding and convincing, I can cross it over for him. Winter Soldier was deposited on our random blue orb in a singular sun solar system, hiding him from anything the Jedi could have. But, while Bucky Barnes wasn’t raised in the ways of the force, he knew he was different. That is why he protected Steve Rogers when they were young. Though not muscular, he had an inhuman speed and could out think those bullies. Now, much like his unknown father he fell from a great height only to survive. Luke fell from Cloud City, while Bucky plummeted from a Hydra train in the Alps. Also, like his father…and his grandfather, Vader/Anakin, he has the missing arm syndrome. It seems the men in that family can’t catch a break and wind up with something robotic in nature as their appendage. Just saying.

Plus, they really do look alike!

Then last night, I ran out of Pretty Little Liars. (I need the first half of season six STAT if anyone know where I can find it…) So the youngling chose a new show on Netflix to watch. Baby Daddy. Whatever. It’s a cute little sitcom. I wasn’t entirely paying attention to the first episode as I was cooking, but on the second episode, I sat and asked what I missed…and I looked up at the screen and my eyes went wide. “That guy looks just like Chris Pratt. Is that his brother?” An iMDB inquiry later, and nope! They aren’t even related outside of the fact that the cities they’re from I’ve lived in…

So my newest find for brothers of the year:

They both have that tall, handsome, adorkable, sweet guy thing going for them. And I feel like Derek Theler should show up in the next Jurassic as Chris Pratt’s/Owen’s  brother…for whatever reason they have to escape the dinosaur laden island this time. The raptors would get confused and start following around the bumbling brother…total comedy ensues…

Dare to daydream.

All right…enough procrastinating. I need to finish out the epilogue/after the credits piece to Wings and officially finish it.

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That is all for the random blathering today. This post will be filed under casting couch and random blathering.

All images were found through google search and edited with the PICPLAYPOST and OVER apps on my iPad.

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