Odessa Young photographed by Chris Schoonover for Flaunt Magazine
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Odessa Young photographed by Chris Schoonover for Flaunt Magazine
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Photographed by Christopher Schoonover
Styled by Chloe Hartstein
Hair:Â Takuya Yamaguchi
Makeup:Â Tyron Machhausen
Flaunt Film by Jonathan Schoonover

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Enter Sandman - Heavy thoughts tonight // And they arenât of Snow White (Chapter 5)
Pairing:Â Billy Russo x Reader
A/N: this took ages! sorry! anyway, itâs not very âbilly x readerâ this chapter, and itâs not the last chapter, there are more to come! so excited for season 2!!!!!
Warnings: lots of violence and war, thatâs like it, but thereâs a lot of it đ€·ââïž
Iâm going to start trying to post every Monday, but I might post more (or less) frequently than that.
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When Y/N was on her second tour in Syria, she realised how easy it was to loose track of time. While she was there, she never heard what day it was, only times. See, when you donât hear the date for a few weeks or more, youâll lose track of what day it is, what the date is; simple things. There was one time, when the post from their family got delayed, that Y/Nâs old squad had thought it was July, until she got a selection of birthday cards. Her birthday was in August. Y/N found that it was all well and good to know the day and the date, and the anniversaries of everyoneâs marriages and births, but it wasnât instrumental to anyoneâs life. She forgot her own birthday, but what did it matter if she still knew her age? A birthday is really just another day; the 1st of January just marked another 365 days, 52 weeks or twelve months; time is a concept. - âI forgot to call my mum for Christmas and New Yearâs.â âWhat?â Billy glanced at his friend - he didnât really understand the whole drama about being with family at the festive time of the year (this was understandable, of course.) âShe told me to call her. I forgot - which is annoying because this time I canât say I was busy because I wasnât doing anything.â âYou were unconscious at Christmas and and still recovering at New Yearâs. You couldnâtâve called her,â Billy reasoned, making Y/N laugh. âI canât believe that I, sniper and fighter pilot, got shot in the stomach on Christmas Eve. I mean, I blame you,â she said, ending on a joking note. âI told you to stop shooting and get down, but did you? No, of course not,â Billy said, making her laugh. âI was on a roll! Did you see how many people I hit! Even you canât deny it was pretty epic,â she said, rousingly her eyebrows mockingly at him. âNah, that was pretty cool. You could even say it was as cool as when I was on my first tour and I-â âBill, as much as thatâs a great story, Iâve only heard it five thousand times,â Frank cut him off, entering the dormitory where Billy and Y/N were seated, âY/N, Rawlins wants ya.â At that, Y/N hopped up from where she was sitting, cross-legged, on Billyâs bed. She pulled her boots on, messed his hair up and left, turning round only to say to Bill, âtell me later, k?â As she jogged across the sand dunes towards the mess tent, golds, scarlets and magentas staining the sky above her as she did so, she thought about what Rawlins had said when he spoke to her last, just before the Christmas Eve Mission. When she got to the tent, Schoonover was vacant, probably with some of the soldiers. she knew why he wasnât there, but she pushed the thought away. No one could know. âSir?â she asked. âAh yes, Sergeant Y/L/N, I need to you talk to you, itâs about Operation Hecate - thereâs been a problem,â he said, and she ran forwards to where the maps were laid out on the table. âWhat kind of problem?â she asks, urgency laced through her voice, âIs it-â âIt will still go ahead. But next mission, youâre going to have to do it. As soon as possible, we canât hold this off any longer. You know the plan.â âWhat will the mission be?â âA staged one. And a dangerous one too. It will be⊠difficult. You donât have to worry; just make sure you remember to turn your lights off.â âOf course, Sir. May I go?â she points in the general direction of the cafeteria tent. âYes, eat, build your strength for tomorrow.â - âWhat was that about?â Frank asked as Y/N sat down on the bench with her food - canned army rations - and began to stuff her mouth. âUpcoming mission - just checking the F35âs in good condition for tomorrow,â she looked up from the food, and saw them all staring at her. âWhat?â she asked, looking at the three men, and they continued to stare as she shovelled another mouthful of food down her throat, âWhat?â âUh, nothing,â Curtis said, eyeing her plate as another overly filled fork full was stuffed down her throat, ânothing.â âWhat, never seen a girl eat?â She said, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of their faces. âNot like that, I havenât,â Frank chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. âSeriously, you guys are sexist. Just a lilâ bit, but sexist none the less. Itâs food. Iâm hungry. Stop making faces.â The men then pretended as if nothing had happened, Billy swiftly changing their conversation towards the elephant in the room - âSo, mission tomorrow? âYeah, itâs⊠I donât know. Seemed like a big deal,â Y/N said, shrugging and dropping her cutlery unceremoniously onto her now-empty plate. It is a big deal. She know it is because it impacts her more than it impacts anyone else she knows - and doesnât know, for that matter. - âHey, Bill!â He turns to face the pilot behind him. âYes, love?â He flirts, making her laugh; a look of terror passes her faces, he only just sees it, âare you okay?â âI need to talk to you -â She sounds urgent as she grabs his hand and pulls him away from the stacks of equipment and fellow Marines - âin private.â âWhatâs going on?â He asks, suddenly suspicious - and scared - of her behaviour. âLook, I need you to know something. Separately from that, tell Frank and Curtis that I loved knowing them-â âWhat the hell is going on?â âItâs nothing to worry about. Bill, listen to me, and you canât tell anyone else about any of this, okay?â âY/N, IâŠâ âOkay?â âYes, fine.â âSomething big is going to go down tonight. And I need you to know that I would never hurt you intentionally. This past year has been the best of my life. Especially since I got to spend it with you. Now, I really need to go - my charriot awaits. I⊠I lo - bye Bill!â She runs off, living him in a state of curious stupor - what the hell was going on? - There are two trucks; both khaki, both with a USMC symbol next to a âStark Industriesâ symbol on the right side; one had six soldiers (Frank, his three Marines and two medics) and the other had five soldiers (Billy, his three Marines  and Curtis.) No one dared to talk. The dirt trucks that they rode down were uneven, but no one noticed - they were checking equipment and hoping that the mission theyâre on goes better that their last one. Overhead, the distant hum of a planeâs engine reminded that their friend will provide more than enough support. Even that did little to calm their nerves. Billy found himself praying - odd, since heâs an atheist - that Y/N would be there when they get back to camp; after her behaviour earlier, he felt as though sheâs on a suicide mission. The squad pulled into a ditch, and the soldiers climbed out. They could feel it in the air - this was a battle they wouldnât forget. - Black. Red. Orange, yellow, blue, pink, green. There was a rainbow of colours on the battlefield. Fiery colours of explosions; the blue hues of the twilight; the greens of the uniform. There are flashes of the brightest whites, and moments of suffocating black; there were moments when it feels as though the very earth itself is on fire. Occasionally, shrapnel fell from the sky like a monsoon - fatal to those in itâs path - when their British friend was successful; that didnât stop the look of pure horror the Marines made when there was an aerial explosion - waiting for the confirmation that their plane was still flying. It felt as though it had been hours. They needed to turn around. They needed to retreat. There werenât enough medics and there was so much dust in the air that it was impossible for the soldiers to see more then ten feet infront of their fingertips. It seemed as though enemy soldiers jumped out of thin air. There was an explosion in the distance. They could tell because their world lit up momentarily. Billy pulled his radio to his ear, waiting to hear the confirmation from Y/N that the last of the enemy planes was down and they can go home. - There was a crowd. Thereâs always a crowd. Frank was off doing who knows what (probably having a go at Rawlins) and Curtis was with patients. Billy was frantic, he checked the face of every soldier. âThereâs no point in searching.â He turned to face the voice - Schoonover - in confusion. âWhat do you mean?â He asked, panic filling his body like mercury. âShe went down at the end - so did the enemy plane. Lost one of the wings and didnât have time to eject. Iâm sorry.â He didnât sound sorry. Billy screamed. Heâd never lost his cool before - not like this - but he surged forwards, and suddenly there were three people stopping him from killing Schoonover. - âHi, Flight Sergeant Y/L/N, itâs a pleasure to meet you. My name is Director Nick Fury, and this is Maria Hill.â
Today is the Chinese New Year, and marks the beginning of the Year of the Dog. To celebrate, weâre sharing some photos of dogs taken by illustrator Frank E. Schoonover as models for his story illustrations.Â
These photos, which were all taken between 1912 and 1913, are from our collection of Frank E. Schoonover negatives (Accession 2017.239), in Hagleyâs Audiovisual Collections. You can click the individual photos to learn more about them.
Photographed by Chris Schoonover and Jonathan Schoonover for Elle Mexico

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