Designated Doodler

The sight of himself as a child was jarring. There was no time to think, no room to breathe. Jim’s blue eyes were blown wide with panic, his vision sending him black dot warnings of hyperventilation. He took measured breaths to slow his heart and balled his fingers into fists so hard that little pink crescent marks were forming in the flesh. Before him was the expansive window of the deck, that had become a video monitor, and behind him was the majority of his first shift crew, staring at the screen. “Shut it off,” he ground out through locked teeth. “I can’t sir…” Sulu replied weakly, frantically pawing at the technology before him - to no avail. --- That morning, despite his First Officer’s protests, Jim beamed down to a newfound Class M planet that they had been hovering over for nearly a week. The blue sphere was called Kasor, and was completely undiscovered until they shot down a Starfleet vessel in trans orbital exploration. Apparently they possessed incr...

So in case you haven’t heard, British Harvey is coming to town…and it ain’t big enough for the both of them. British actor Max Beesley is assuming the role of Stephen Huntley, Harvey’s “across the pond” double. This will undoubtedly put more tension in the office and create even more strain on poor Mike, who has enough people as it is to hide his secret from. However , I think there are excellent opportunities to explore between Stephen, Harvey and Mike. I would LOVE it if, in this season of Suits, Mike’s genius was more pronounced. He ought to be kicking ass and being so brilliant that everyone takes notice. I think it would be delectable if Stephen were to take an interest in Mike, which would undoubtedly piss off Harvey. Harvey and Mike’s relationship is hanging by a thread, especially after the finale where Harvey thinks Mike has betrayed him. I could assume that their friendship has weakened some and that Stephen would see it as an opportunity to woo Mike. But ...

He was a square man sitting at a square table. His hair was neatly slicked back with what one could assume was a measured squirt of high quality hair gel. His shoes were neatly shined as they were every Tuesday and Thursday and his geometrical red tie neatly disappeared beneath two black lapels. Approximately a half an hour had gone by since Neven sat down at the imitation oak table to sip from, what felt like, a half empty cappuccino. He doesn't use cream and forgot to tell them not to leave room. Which was unlike Neven. He didn't forget things often. His life was remarkably un-remarkable. --- Carlie was fresh out of college. Staring down the barrel of the next forty or fifty work years of her life. It felt daunting to say the least. The only reason she came to this coffee shop was because it is the least scummy place to be in this general area...and she didn't mind the scent of freshly ground coffee beans. The twenty-something had both hands cupped around a half...