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luciehercndale · 2 months

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This is a Valentine's Day story, even though I never mention that it's VD, so you can completely think it's any other day of the year. I just wanted to post this today :)

Lucie craves ice cream in the middle of the night.

Rating: T Words: 1,700

Lucie opened her eyes to the dark room. She wasn’t sure of the time, but it must have been late, or at least later than the last time she had checked the grandfather clock on the mantel. She turned to the other side and sighed.

“Lucie,” said her husband.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” she wondered quietly.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Jesse muttered. “You’ve been tossing and turning ever since we retired for the night. Is everything alright?”

“I can’t sleep, but this you already know,” she replied. “And I’m fine, don’t you worry,” she searched for his hand under the sheet, and squeezed it.

“Then what is it? Are you worried?”

Lucie grinned in the dark, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m just famished.”

“Ah,” he replied in acknowledgement. It wasn’t the first time this happened, and it wouldn’t be the last for a while. “Do you crave something in particular?”

“Ice cream,” she confessed. “With chocolate and honey. And vanilla?”

“Yes?”

“No, wait. No vanilla. Chocolate and honey will do,” she decided, and without further ado, she got off the bed and put her slippers on.

Jesse turned on the lamp on his side, and she heard the shuffling of the quilt behind her. “Wouldn't it be better if I got it for you?” he tilted his head to the side, “in bed?”

“I need to stretch my legs. I haven’t moved much this week,” she glared at him as she put on her nightgown.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he protested. “It was Brother Enoch’s advice.”

“Advice means that it’s my choice whether to follow it or not,” she shrugged. “Ah, my back hurts from sitting too long. And my legs too.”

“I know, but it’s for your own good,” he put her arm under his and they exited their room. “You said that you were exhausted and a little out of breath. You need to take it easy.”

“It’s awful,” she sighed. “Thank the angel I can still write in this condition! Though I’m slower and likely behind on my deadline.”

“The deadline is not important right now,” Jesse said. “Your health is.”

“And ice cream with chocolate and honey,” she added. “If there’s any left from dinner.”

“Ice cream definitely helps,” he giggled. “I asked Bridget to ward off your father from eating a second cup. She assured me she would guard the refrigerator if need be.”

“You are an angel,” she squeezed his arm. “And quite thoughtful. Am I starting to get predictable? I only asked for ice cream once. What if I wanted something that it’s hard to find in the winter season like plums?”

“If it ever comes to that, I’ll see what I can do.”

And Lucie believed him.

Throughout the last eight months, she had the weirdest cravings. Some things she desired were easy to find in London. It was a big city, after all, with numerous markets. It was a crossroads for products from different parts of the globe. You could find just anything if you knew where to look – or that was what Jesse told her.

They sat down at the kitchen table and Lucie was eager to find that Bridget had kept her promise. Not only had she left ice cream, she had left enough for two.

“You should grab a spoon, Jesse,” she encouraged him. “Help yourself.”

“No, thanks,” he said. “You know that I can’t eat before bed because I get heartburn.”

“I thought the herbal tea you started drinking after dinner was helping, though,” she said. “At least that’s what you told me.”

“Did I? I must have forgotten,” he nodded and crossed his arms on his chest.

She raised an eyebrow and finished the last of her ice cream. “Ah! This was delicious,” she looked upwards in awe. “Too bad you didn’t want it. You don’t know what you’ve missed.”

“Feeling better?”

“I’m –” she closed her eyes briefly, and suppressed a shudder as she felt the pressure under her stomach. “By the angel, this was intense.”

Jesse had already scooted closer to her, his hand pressed gently behind her back. “A contraction?” he asked calmly, but she saw his eyes widen in alert.

“Alas. I’m fine,” she sighed, and touched her belly instinctively. “But now I need to run to the bathroom.”

Jesse couldn’t help but chuckle.

In the end, Jesse had to use the restroom as well, and Lucie told him she would try to sleep because exhaustion was finally getting to her. She assured him she didn’t need help walking back to their room, and he went about his business.

She yawned on her way back, the only thing she wanted to see was her bed. She knew that eating ice cream would probably help her sleep. But then, once she entered her room and her glance fell on the writing machine on the desk, she remembered something important.

Her back still hurt, and she needed to sit down. Instead of sitting down on the mattress, though, she sat on the chair behind her desk, and started to type.

“Lucie,” she heard a voice calling her, a light touch on her shoulders. “Lucie.”

She raised her head from the typewriter. “Uhm?”

“You fell asleep on the machine.”

“Did I?” wiping drool off her mouth. She had written a few sentences, the last one behind made only of g’s. “I hadn’t realized it.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, and Lucie let him help her this time.

Lucie sat at her desk the following morning, with two pillows propped behind her aching back. She felt energized and had a goal in mind. She wasn’t sure she would make it, but she could try.

Eating ice cream in the middle of the night had helped her get a good night’s sleep, at least. Once she settled into bed in a comforting position – lying on her side, a fluffy cushion under her arm – and her husband kissed her cheek, everything dulled out in a matter of minutes.

When she woke up, someone had already opened the curtains, and light shined through the high windows. She found the other side of the bed empty. Unlike her, who was forced to rest most of the days because her due date was approaching, Jesse had matters to attend to with her papa.

Soon, Jesse himself would become a dad, and she would become a mom. Sometimes she had to see her big belly to remind herself that there was a little life growing inside of her. Or glance at her hand to see the Blackthorn family ring that Jesse had given to her few years prior.

Her vision became blurry and she had to stop typing.

“Lucie,” a sweet voice interrupted her thoughts.

“I thought you were out,” she said, blinking her tears away.

“I was out,” he came closer and leaned on the side of the desk next to her. “Your father canceled this afternoon’s appointments, which means I don’t have any more work to do.”

“He probably just wanted to spend the day with mam,” she chuckled.

“Well, can you blame a man who wants to have lunch with his wife?”

“Not at all, no,” she grinned. “So, you want to have lunch with me, huh? I’m afraid I can’t go out, darling.”

“That’s why we are staying in. Would you do me the honor?”

“Yes, but first –” she paused, and gave him a couple of pages. “This is for you.”

Jesse frowned at the sheets of paper. “Something new you’ve written?”

She nodded eagerly. “It doesn’t have an ending, but it’s intentional.”

“How so?”

“Read it and you’ll find out.”

“Now?”

“Not now, silly,” she chuckled. “Your pregnant wife is famished and she’s waiting for you to take her to lunch or she’s going to be really annoying and emotional.”

He rolled his eyes at her with a smile. “Come on, love.”

They ate in the drawing room, which Jesse, with Tessa’s help, turned into a dining room for the occasion. Bridget usually followed a schedule when it came to lunch and dinner, but today she made an exception for them. She prepared one of Lucie��s favorites for dessert, bread and butter pudding. Jesse also gifted her a box of chocolate and it made her happy.

Afterward, they lounged on the couch by the fire. Lucie enjoyed the warmth of the room and Jesse’s company as he read the pages she gave him a few hours ago.

“Thank you for today,” Lucie said suddenly.

“Wait,” he demanded. “I still haven’t finished.”

Lucie put her hands on her stomach and waited, a small grin on her face. “Sure.”

“This story feels autobiographical,” he glanced at her. “Is it?”

She blushed. “It is. I just found myself thinking about the future, and it scared me. This new phase of my life makes me anxious. At the same time, I’m really excited about it.”

“It is normal, being scared,” he grinned. “We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but that’s how life works. It makes sense that the ending of this story is open. It isn’t done, and we are going to write the rest together. And we’ll have to face new challenges we haven’t experienced before. We may trip and fall, but no one is born a master. Making mistakes will be part of the journey and it will strengthen us.”

“You totally get it,” she nodded, feeling the tears ready to fall again. “That’s what I was aiming for, trying to give myself strength and not letting my fears get a hold on me.”

“Oh, Lucie,” he cupped her face. “I’m also scared, but I know we will support each other and we will make it.”

“Hearing you say it makes me feel better,” she said. “There’s something I want to happen in the story right now. To continue the story with a playful memory.”

“Are you going to let me try one of the pralines I gave to you?”

“Later,” she said. “Can you kiss me? You know, in exchange for the chocolate.”

Jesse sighed. “I was going to kiss you anyway,” he muttered.

Lucie kissed him first.

#tsc #tsc fanfiction #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #blackdale #ghostwriter #lucie and jesse #tweety.writes #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #tlh

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givemadnessrp · 1 year

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The House of Zahra

The pharaoh's immediate royal family is a very intricate set of individuals, ranging in personalities, passions, and beliefs. Their mother and younger siblings all play important roles, not only in the pharaoh's day to day life, but their policies and politics, their comfort, and their sense of security. They are the anchor in their every day life and they relies on all of them immensely. With that said, short of the pharaoh's privy council and the former pharaohs who all help advise the current family, these are the most influential and impactful people in the pharaoh's life and often are who they seek immediate council from on issues that they feels are very sensitive.

As a former queen and royal princes and princesses, these individuals have tremendous sway and influence in the palace and out in the city. The house of Zahra is widely known and have resided in the land of Kemet for thousands of years, so make no mistake, each of these individuals are often under the microscope. Every action is watched a scrutinized, not just by the court courtiers, but also by the citizens of the city. So, it's hard to sometimes have privacy and be out of the public eye, which is why so many of the Zahra's reside in the palace and don't venture out into the city a lot.

This is a family of sirens and the family members requested in this ad are only sirens. Please note that the princes and princesses often serve as political emissaries and travel in the place of the pharaohs when needed, so sometimes it's rare to see them all in the city together short of special occasions like religious events or things that the pharaohs need them all to be there for like coronations or special family events.

We like to try and leave things open so you can build and create who you'd like without it being too structured and stifling, and unlike the other canons, these descriptions are loosely tailored to what we'd like to see incorporated into them, but we're open to discussions because we know not everything will jive with them. We've listed some potential face claims below for the siblings and the mother, but they're just suggestions. As this family directly impacts Setut played by 'Fia, we ask that if you're interested in one of these family canon spots, please reach out to 'Fia directly in order to discuss ideas and concepts so that everyone is on the same page.

FIRST ZAHRA, 600+, This is Mama Zahra aka the former queen-consort to the previous pharaoh before the current pharaohs. She's an older siren, not the oldest in the family, but notably older than the current pharaoh. She's a mother hen who has a hard time letting go, so most likely her and her husband, the former pharaoh are still very close by in palace keeping a wary eye on them, and the rest of their children. We picture her as strong, dedicated, and nurturing. Her age is open as well is first name and current occupation. We have an image of her as Angela Bassett but that's just a suggestion. Her face is open to your choice as well.

FIRST ZAHRA, 230-239, This is Net aka the pharaoh's next closest sibling. He's very close to his older siblings. He's next in line for the throne, the crown prince, and serves as the vizier on the privy council. We've left him very open other than the few details: (1) he tends to be more laid back than either of his older siblings, less serious and uptight about things, (2) he's well travelled like the pharaohs, and (3) he's very close to his family. His name, face, history (for the most part), occupation, and personality are entirely open to you. Note, the name Net is a placeholder and can be easily changed. Potential face claims: alfred enoch, anthony mackie, and david oyelowo.

FIRST ZAHRA, 210-230, This is the fourth born child of the former pharaoh and queen-consort. They are easily acknowledged as the kindest soul of the Zahra children. They do have extensive military and self-defense training; however, that's probably why this prince or princesses became so gentle and kind after seeing some of the horrors of the world. He or she is considered well-liked and loved by the people due to their charitable works and their focus on the healing institutions of the city. This character has an open gender, face, name, history, personality, and occupation.

FIRST ZAHRA, 210-230, This is the fifth born child of the former pharaoh and queen-consort. He or she's vastly different from the rest of the Zahra children. They are often described as cold, calculating, and dominating. He or she acts like a war general more than a prince or princess, and it's obvious that they disagree with the current pharaoh's stance on military incursions, but they never publicly contradict their older siblings. He or she acts as the military liaison between the royal family and the military, often partnering with the lycan senator to ensure that the military is being provided for. This character has an open gender, face, name, history, personality, and occupation.

FIRST ZAHRA, 210-230, This is the sixth born child of the former pharaoh and queen-consort. He or she tends to be more of a free spirit, or the rebel without a cause in this family sect. They like to challenge the rules, both when their parents were ruling, and now that their older siblings are the pharaohs. Out of all of the siblings, this is the one who probably clashes the most with the pharaohs because they like to shirk their royal duties and prefer to do what they want when they want, regardless of the impending circumstances. This character has an open gender, face, name, history, personality, and occupation.

FIRST ZAHRA, 200-210, This is the seventh born child of the former pharaoh and queen-consort. He or she is the baby of the family and one of the more extroverted of the Zahra children. They tend to be infectious, feeding off of people's moods and enjoys being surrounded by people. They have also been described as a hedonist at times, seeking pleasure in the moments but failing to think of long-term happiness. While they don't shirk their royal duties and spend a lot of time working for the pharaosh and the family, they don't always give a 100%. This character has an open gender, face, name, history, personality, and occupation.

#canons

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doyouknowhowtowaltz · 3 years

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Ah, yes. Me, my husband, and his litany of dead subjects

I got a little busy at the end of last week, hence why I was unable to finish gnome-vember, additionally I tried writing for one of the days and... well, that's a story for another time. Please take a completed version of Day 4′s prompt family as compensation. And here is the original meme:

#Beastnoch #dumb gay eldritch psychopomps #OTGW #Over the garden wall #The Beast OTGW #Enoch OTGW #Enoch #The Beast #Meme #Cracky #Meme redraw #Enoch you need to help your husband #He's being covered in pottsfeilders

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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If the whole promo thing is still going, what would you think of 56 for Henry/Charlotte?

I’m sorry I keep writing such long fics :( I just get too carried away sometimes, especially if I get to write a Hottie fic! (No joke, I squealed from excitement when I saw this request) Anyway, here it is:

Prompt #56: “I did it to protect you.”

Ship: Henry & Charlotte (Hottie/ Fairwell)

Charlotte stared at her husband’s expressionless face and counted each breath, each pulse she felt in her hand. With each beat of his heart, the same sentence repeated in her mind: please wake up. Charlotte kissed his hand and rested her forehead on it.

She felt horrible. It was all her fault that Henry would never be able to walk again as she was the one to send them to Cadair Idris. The weight of her guilt was unbearable and she had no ways of relieving it. She looked at her husband again. Sweet Henry, with his wonderful boyish smile and his adorable freckles and the way he speaks so passionately of his experiments and—

Charlotte held back a sob. No, she would not cry. She’d done enough of that and if she cried anymore, it would be absurd. That’s what her father used to say, anyway; don’t show too much emotion because it makes you look weak, Charlotte; you’re too sensitive, Charlotte; don’t cry over a bruised knee, you’re being incredibly dramatic, Charlotte.

It wasn’t that her father was a bad man, he was just repeating what he’d been taught. As a result, however, Charlotte didn’t show much emotion through her facial expressions, at least not until she began fancying Henry Branwell.

She was young and had thought all of the other boys rude or dull. But when she first met Henry, when she first had a conversation with him, her heart had yearned for him and had never stopped.

How he spoke with such passion she had never seen in a man their age. His emerald eyes practically glowed as he spoke of his love for science. He was younger than she and yet he was so interesting, so different. She could have listened to him speak until the sun reached the horizon that night. Perhaps even longer.

After that, she’d begun searching for his face every time there was an event. She loved him with every fibre of her body. He made her realize expressing emotion was not weak or sensitive and inspired her to be more open to others, to take a tiny piece of herself and display it to the world.

She sighed and switched positions again, resting her head on his chest and listening to the pitter-patter of his heart. The Silent Brothers said he would awake, but he was still asleep, and the longer he slept, the harder it was for Charlotte to trust the brothers. Lying so close to him made her remember of times gone by. Of memories she will hold close in her heart, like photographs in a box, so not to forget them:

She remembered how he fumbled for his stele, how he was red faced as he drew the second marriage rune over her heart. Though she had been nervous for that moment of the night, she found herself at ease with Henry, who never made her uncomfortable. Even though she thought he didn’t love her, she couldn’t feel nervous because all she could think about was how Henry was her husband and that he might one day love her. For now, he cared for her and that was all she needed.

Charlotte didn’t realize how much she had yearned for love—utter and complete love—until Henry gave it to her. Now, she had grown so accustomed to being loved she couldn’t bear not having it.

She closed her eyes and willed the tears away. Until, that is, she felt fingers in her hair and, startled, whipped her head up. Henry was looking at her, a sleepy smile on his wonderful face. Charlotte admired him for less than a second before she threw herself at him in very unladylike fashion, and fastened her arms around his neck. She dug her face into his neck.

“I’m so happy you’re awake.”

She felt Henry chuckle under her. He placed the softest of kisses on her temple and held her. Charlotte allowed herself to bask in the embrace. How many times had she wanted to do this since they were married and hadn’t because she was convinced that he didn’t love her? That throwing herself at him would be unwanted attention?

She couldn’t help but think of a time when she was in a similar position as this, when they had been married for a couple of years…

Days Past:

“Henry, why did you let yourself get hurt like that?” Charlotte asked. She had been in his crypt with him, when they were frightened by a loud bang upstairs (most likely from one of the children upstairs), which prompted Henry to drop too much of a solution into another. Charlotte didn’t remember much of what happened next, only that she ended up behind Henry, who’d taken the brunt of the explosion, covering his forearms and parts of his neck and face in burns. Thankfully, none were too severe and he should recover with little to no scarring.

“I did it to protect you, Charlotte.” Henry said.

Charlotte felt her heart sinking.

“You let yourself get burned so that I wouldn’t get hurt?”

“Of course, Lottie. And I’d do it again and again.”

“Henry, you could have been killed.”

“I know.”

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. Henry had risked his life, his extraordinary life which he could spend inventing something that will save countless Nephilim lives, for her plain life. She was no wonder, nor could she ever dream of being more than a measly Head of Institute, but Henry? His life was irreplaceable. And yet he’d risked it for her’s without a second of doubt.

She felt herself lean towards her husband before she knew what she was doing. By the time she realized, their lips were too close for her to back away. She stayed there, frozen on the spot, completely and utterly horrified. She looked at Henry’s wide eyes and knew she’d made a huge mistake. How foolish was she to not realize her protected her because of nothing other than friendship? Henry was fond of her, nothing more. He didn’t want this kind of affection from her. She was about to back away, hoping Henry would forget this embarrassing moment, when he lifted his head enough to catch her lips in his.��

Charlotte was frozen in surprise, for only a moment, before she began kissing him back. It was so sweet and wonderful that she allowed herself to be lost in it. It was only her and Henry and it didn’t matter that he didn’t love her the way she loved him because he was kissing her and he liked her enough to jump in front of that explosion so that she would be safe. For now, that was all she needed. His warm hand at the nape of her neck, how his thumb stroked where her jawline began made her feel as though electricity were coursing through her body. Most of all, it felt right; as though this was the way it was supposed to be.

She wished she could kiss him like this more often, that imitate moments didn’t occur once in a blue moon, but at least she was married to the man she loved, at least—

“Must you two do this in public? It’s such an eyesore.”

Charlotte and Henry quickly pulled apart.

Henry’s face was red from embarrassment. From the heat she felt on her cheeks, she didn’t doubt for a moment that she looked the same.

“What is it, Will?” Charlotte said, trying to regain some composure.

“Those ghastly Silent Brothers have gone back to their lonely cave home, or whatever it’s called.”

“The Silent City,” Henry said helpfully.

“I couldn’t care less what it’s called.”

“Will,” Charlotte said, hiding her face in her hands. “A tiny bit of manners, please.”

Will looked at her for a moment and then turned away in a dismissive gesture.

“Anyway, they said that Henry has to stay in that bed for a day or two… I guess that’s a blessing for the other institute inhabitants, since you can’t have—”

“Will.”

Will gave them a devilish smile. “Well, that’s it. Carry on, I guess.”

Charlotte still had trouble believing Will was twelve; so young and yet so quick to judge. He seemed to try to get her to hate him, but Charlotte could never do anything but love him. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw that little boy, who begged to not let his parents into the Institute. Who pleaded for Charlotte to take him in.

“What are we going to do with that boy?”

“He’s just going through something.” Henry said, “all young lads do. It’ll go away with age.”

Charlotte gave the door a long look. “I hope so.”

What she wanted to say, but didn’t dare voice out for fear, was that she hoped he was alright.

…

“What’s the matter, Lottie?”

Now, Charlotte looked into her husband’s eyes. They reminded her always of the first time they’d met and she was enthralled by them.

“Henry,” she said, putting a hand to his cheek. She could feel tears streaming down her face because she was going to have to tell him. Brother Enoch offered to be the bearer of bad news, as had Will, but she insisted on telling Henry herself. She knew he would want it to be her. But that didn’t make it any less difficult.

“Henry, darling, i—it’s your legs.”

Henry’s face smoothed out.

“You’re paralyzed from the hip down.” She said, choking out the words.

Henry caught her eye and then looked down, his eyebrow furrowing. He wasn’t angry; he looked confused. And then sad.

“Lottie,” he said, looking up at her. “If you wish to get a divorce—”

Charlotte’s jaw fell open in horror. “Divorce?! Henry, why would I divorce you? I love you more than anything I could love in this world.”

Henry locked eyes with her and let out a deep breath in relief.

He smiled at her with such genuine joy, her heart broke a little bit. “Then being paralyzed can’t be that bad. Not with you by my side.”

Charlotte didn’t restrain herself like she would have, before she knew Henry loved her back. Instead she threw herself in his arms and kissed him.

“I’ll help you the best I can, Henry.”

“I know you will, Lottie. You’re the sweetest woman God ever made. And you blessed me with being able to call you my wife.”

“It is I who is blessed.” Charlotte said, kissing him before he could say anything else. Henry was alright, which meant she would be alright too.

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#I'm so sorry if this fic is confusing #I just really wanted to write both of these scenes #henry branwell #charlotte branwell #charlotte fairchild #henry fairchild #tsc #tid fanfic #tid hottie #Fairwell #fairwell fanfiction #Henry and Charlotte #tsc fanfiction

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livia-dovehallow · 3 years

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Could you do for your celebration something with little Eugenia Lightwood maybe when Sophideon found out they were expecting, or something cute with her when she was a lil baby pleaseeee

This ended up being longer than I anticipated... but hopefully that’s not a bad thing! Please enjoy this Sophideon + their daughters fluff <3

Girl Dad - Sophideon (ft. Barbara & Eugenia)

Characters: Gideon Lightwood, Sophie Collins, Barbara Lightwood, Eugenia Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood

Time: 1881-1882, London, England

“Barbara Margaret Lightwood!” Sophie barked from the doorway. Her one-year-old daughter froze in her bassinet, her fruit-filled fists leaking through her fingers. She stared back at her mother with wide brown eyes and an angry scowl. “Do not throw that peach.”

In defiance, Barbara launched the peach across the table where it landed in Sophie’s cup of tea. Barbara began to cry, then, when she went to put her fist in her mouth and found that her peach was no longer there. Sophie forced herself to calm down. She pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply.

“Whoa,” came a deep voice behind her. “What happened here?”

Gideon stepped forward and plated a sweet kiss on Sophie’s cheek before moving toward their daughter. Barbara raised her arms toward her father; her sticky fingers latched on to his shirt the moment he lifted her. Her small face was drenched in tears. “She is having a morning,” answered Sophie with an aggravated sigh. “I can’t possibly take it today. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Perhaps I need more sleep.”

Gideon bounced Barbara in his arms and cooed soothingly. The little girl hiccuped and sniffed all over his shirt, but she had begun to calm down with her father’s comfort. Gideon looked over at Sophie as he bounced her, his eyebrows furrowed. “Did you not sleep well last night, love?” he asked. “You snored like a sailor so I thought you’d slept quite well.”

Sophie scowled. “I do not snore.”

“As if,” Gideon laughed boisterously. This made Barbara giggle. “I love you Soph, but you snore horrendously on occasion. Especially when you were—“ he paused, a thought visibly occurring to him. “When you were pregnant.”

Sophie blinked at him in shock. “I’m certainly not pregnant,” she stated, though she was unsure. Was she? It was not out of the realm of possibility. They’d discussed having another child plenty—Barbara was certainly lonely. The only other children in the family besides her were Charles and Jesse, but Charles did not like to play with Barbara and Tatiana had adamantly refused to let her son around any of his cousins or uncles. “Right?” she added, with a questioning look at her husband.

Gideon recovered from his pondering at his daughter’s whimper. He gently patted her back while bouncing her as he looked at Sophie. “It’s possible,” he wondered aloud. “We haven’t exactly been avoiding another pregnancy as of late.”

“Oh dear,” Sophie breathed. She leaned against the frame of the doorway and buried her face in her hands. “I’ve been snapping at Barbara all morning and it isn’t her fault.”

Footsteps grew closer to her. Sophie glanced up through her fingers and found her daughter’s small face peering back. Gideon said nothing, but smiled gently. Sophie moved her hands to cup Barbara’s face and kissed her head. “Mummy’s very sorry for getting angry with you,” she told her. “Will you please forgive me?”

Barbara smiled and nodded, her tears dry on her face. Sophie wiped them off with a gentle brush of her thumb. “I love you so much, my precious girl,” she said gently. Barbara smiled bigger.

“How about I ring my brother and see if he’s willing to watch Barbara for a bit? We can see the Brothers and find out if you’re pregnant or ill.” Gideon turned his body so he could see them both, his wife and daughter. “I hardly think he would say no. Look at her little face.”

Barbara giggled and patted her still-sticky fingers on her father’s shirt. Sophie couldn’t help but smile back. “Are you sure?” she asked him, wary of making a fuss about something that may turn out to be nothing after all.

Gideon nodded. “I’m sure,” he stated confidently. “Gabriel adores Barbara. I truly don’t think he requires any reason to see her.”

Barbara’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Gabe!”

Sophie laughed at Gideon’s betrayed expression.

“Barbara!” Gabriel called from the top of the stairs the moment they walked through the doors of the Institute. Sophie watched with amusement as Gabriel launched himself down the steps and came to a screeching halt before his brother, who he ignored in favor of the small child in his arms.

Barbara squealed with glee and reached out for her uncle, who took her gladly. He squeezed her tight, a bright smile across his face. Sophie had to admit it was quite nice to see Gabriel genuinely happy these days. “I suppose this means you wouldn’t mind looking after her for a few hours?” Sophie questioned. Gabriel glanced up at her. “Gideon and I must drop into the Silent City for a bit and we’d prefer to keep Barbara here where she feels more comfortable.”

Gabriel’s expression fell a bit, his eyebrows furrowing just like his brother’s did. “The Silent City?” he repeated, ignoring Barbara’s grip on his hair. “Is something wrong?”

Gideon shook his head. “Not at all,” he said to his brother calmly. “Just some preemptive health check. We shouldn’t be too long.”

“All right,” Gabriel said with a suspicious look. He turned back to Barbara and his smile returned. “Of course I don’t mind looking after her.”

Sophie felt relieved. “Thank you,” she told him, and gripped his arm. “I know it’s short notice so I am thankful.”

Gabriel smiled. “We’re family.”

The Silent City always spooked Sophie. She had not grown up Nephilim so she’d never had a need to become used to Silent Brothers, let alone ever been permitted to visit the Silent City prior to her Ascension.

Come to think of it, Sophie had never been to the Silent City until she fell pregnant with Barbara. Gideon had insisted from the moment she woke up vomiting.

Now, she ventured into the city from its Highgate entrance hand in hand with Gideon. She still felt unnerved by the silence but was no longer afraid. Jem was here and she was not afraid of Jem.

Gideon and Sophia Lightwood, rang a monotonous voice in her mind. Sophie peered steadfastly into the hazy darkness. A cloaked figure approached them: Brother Enoch.

“Brother Enoch,” Gideon replied politely with a bow of his head. “We apologize for the sudden visit, but we had a matter of importance we seek assistance with.”

What is the matter of importance? Brother Enoch replied. Sophie lifted her chin.

“There is a possibility that I may be with child,” she explained evenly. Gideon squeezed her hand. “We are not certain, however. We’ve come to seek an answer.”

I see there is something, said Brother Enoch. A further examination is required to determine your answer.

Sophie swallowed a lump of anticipation and follow the Brother further into the Silent City. A gentle hum filled the otherwise soundless corridors—even their footsteps made no sound despite not bearing Soundless runes. Gideon’s hand on the small of her back reassured her, however, and calmed her nerves.

The group entered a small, dimly lit room. In the center was a single large stone, meant to serve as an observation seat. Sophie settled herself in and breathed slowly.

Have you experience any unusual ailments similar to those of your first pregnancy, Mrs. Lightwood?

“Irritability,” Sophie admitted mournfully.

“Snoring,” added Gideon thoughtfully. Sophie scowled at him.

“Other than that,” Sophie continued, “not a thing that has been too noticeable.”

Brother Enoch did not respond but continued his movements; slow and precise, in the air over Sophie. She closed her eyes and laid back. It wouldn’t take long for Enoch to come to a conclusion, but she was so tired.

I am impressed you were able to detect this so early, said Brother Enoch, removing his hands and returning them to his front. You are, in fact, with child, Mrs. Lightwood. I suspect you are only six to eight weeks into your pregnancy.

Gideon let out a sudden whoop of happiness and Sophie smiled brightly. “Truly?” she wondered aloud.

Yes, I am certain, answered Brother Enoch. Congratulations to you both. It is too early to tell if you are having a son or a daughter, however. If you’d like, you may come back in several weeks time to learn.

Sophie nodded. “It’s all right,” she said, happiness flooding her body. She turned to Gideon, who looked so happy he may cry. “Son or daughter, it doesn’t matter. Right?”

“Right,” Gideon confirmed, his voice strained from trying to remain calm. He looked up to Enoch. “Thank you, Brother Enoch. This is truly wonderful news.”

**Ten Months Later**

“Genia,” Gideon cooed desperately at the infant screaming in his arms. “Hush, darling, you’re all right.”

“Is Genie sad?” Barbara questioned. She stood at Gideon’s side, her head barely reaching the tops of his knees. She’d been glued to her sister’s side from the moment she met her, curious to see this new member of the family who cried so much.

Gideon smiled despite his growing fatigue. “Babies cry for many reasons,” he told his firstborn. “Right now, she is crying because she is tired.”

“So why does she not go to sleep then?”

Gideon chuckled, still bouncing his newborn daughter. Eugenia appeared to have been born with lungs of steel. “She needs to learn how to that, Babs. That’s why Mum and I take turns holding her at night; so she can feel safe and happy enough to sleep.”

Barbara nodded. She was in her own nightgown preparing to sleep when she heard her sister’s cries and followed Gideon into the nursery. Her dark hair was tied up to keep her cool in the summer heat and it made her look so much like Sophie. “Don’t cry Genie,” she said after a moment, her small face gentle and kind. “Papa says we are safe.”

Gideon knelt down beside her and kissed her head. “That is right,” he said to her. Barbara leaned closer to her baby sister and kissed her cheek, wet with tears. Eugenia began to calm, her screams settling into fading whimpers. Barbara smiled brightly.

“I did it, Papa!” she exclaimed quietly and with wide brown eyes.

“Yes, you did,” came Sophie’s voice. She strode into the nursery and smiled, tired. “You are a wonderful sister, my darling, but it is also time for you to go to sleep.”

Barbara nodded and skipped to her mother’s side. “Goodnight, Papa! Goodnight, Genie!”

Gideon blew her a kiss. “Sleep well, all right? Listen to your mum.”

Sophie lifted Barbara into her arms and hugged her close. Barbara rested her little head on her mother’s shoulder. “I love you,” Sophie said to Gideon.

Gideon stood, Eugenia beginning to finally fall asleep in his arms. He looked at all three of them, his girls, and felt more at peace than ever before in his life. This was his family; his to love, his to protect, and his to love him in return.

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “All of you.”

Thanks for your request! I had so many ideas that I had to force myself to pick small pieces of each to create flashes of memories. I might expand more on all these wonderful prompts!

Join the celebration! It’s my birthday!

#maggie answers #kind anons #sophie collins #gideon lightwood #barbara lightwood #eugenia lightwood #gabriel lightwood #the last hours #tsc #maggie's birthday celebration

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Hej! Jag minns inte om jag gjorde det här språket tidigare, så jag kommer att behålla det💙💙

I dont want to read this, and at the same time i need it more that air!! Fjfjkbf too much:

The way Tessa, Catarina and Ragnor are there for him!!! I'm soft 🥺

I just-🥺 the way they give him their magic is just so pure and beautiful and sad💙💙

"His husband would feel the pain. He would feel it all. He would let it consume him. He would use it to keep moving." Boy if you knew...

Every time he refers to Rafael as baby or love, I die a little bit...

"I’m so sorry, my love. I cannot bring you back. I cannot do it." 😭😭 even tho he is right, it hurts.

“There is our Magnus.” THAT GANG IS SUPERIOR. Jduvdod that hug!!!

Alec🥺🥺 shit, I'm worrying...

The zoo!! Love them💙 and its killing me 💔

"His baby had been terrified, and Magnus hadn’t realized it. Because Magnus had been terrified too. Rafael. Come back. Come back to Bapak. I’m sorry. Come back." I'm fine. Just sobbing in my bed...but totally fine tho...

"Cause that’s how Alec loved. Alec loved Rafael so much that he would have changed the world for him." and thats the quote number 1073639 that ended me💔💔

“I don’t know, baby. I’ll tell you when I find out.” “That’s not going to happen for a long time,” Magnus said and put his head back on Alec’s shoulder. “Okay?” Alec kissed his hand again and put it on his chest. “Okay.” (I spy with my little eye.... A liar!!!)

Jace!!! Do call him out!! This is too much 🥺

"Have you told them yet?” Wait, what??

They are going to send them to Idris?!?! What?!?!

Look, I get Lexi's anger, but hey!!!

Oh, shit. Right. Selena has Michael's secret...

"His daughter. His sun. His angel." "His daughter. His moon. His strength." "His son. His star. His heart." THE PARALLELS GOT ME 💙💙💙

YESS. HE LOVES YOU, OKEY??

“I named you after her so I would get another chance to love her,” Jace smiled. “So, however much you think I love you, just know that I love you twice as much.” Huh. This. This hits. Well played, Dani...

"Of course, the boy who would set the world on fire for the one he loved. Alec had changed the law for Magnus, and Rafael had broken it for Anjali." OH SHIT ANOTHER PARALLEL!! 💙💜

"He knew what he had to do – no matter the cost. He started packing." Ah, shit. Here we go again...

A new dream??? Disappointed but not surprised

"David who was stuck somewhere. David who was reaching out to her for help." FUCK

All the talk about being the child of a hero was just🥺🥺 wow, just need them to be happy and know they are enough!!

BROTHER DAVID!! JACKSON!!

Lexi being the Herondale she is, just *chef kiss*

"But it is the name I have chosen for myself, for it is the name close to my heart." BRO🥺💙

“Angel Ithuriel is besties with my mom and sends her runes in her dreams." LMAOO😂

Oh shit, oneiromancy is serious... I remember Magnus was one of the few who could do it right? Yess, I knew it!!

The Herondale™ is strong on Lexi: "I have explicit orders from Brother Enoch not to high-five you." I screamed😂😂

"The boy who stood on the other side of the door was astoundingly good-looking. For a moment, Max almost forgot why he was there." :o

"He knew it was normal for shadowhunters to be good-looking, but this was some next-level shit." Shit, now I need a pic!!

"No. Waltzed. Waltzed away. Only humans walked. This was some ethereal bullshit." 😮😂 all I can say.

Gabriel!!! Love to see them here!! 😍

They bet 50 dollars!! Lmaooo

Mmm, they are suspicious....

“You are good, and so is your magic, mon ange,” David had said gently. “So, use it for good. Only good – and you’ll be okay.” (MON ANGE!!! Ouch, you open a wound😭)

“I let this happen once, but I won’t do it again,” Kit shook his head. “So, don’t make me.” (I mean... He is right!!)

Another thunderstorm....

Shit, what??? I'm confusion...

Summon Raziel!! No no no, bad idea!!!

Gabriel is NOT who I thought!!!

I feel obligarted to quote muy fav. things here:

“Yes, I am,” Gabriel nodded. “And I ain’t doing this shit for free.”

“Your brother is dead, papacito,”

“I’m a simple person, Max,” Gabriel said, their voice sweet as honey. “If you pay me the right price, I will do anything.”

Ngl, its kinda hot tho... I mean... You cant blame me!!!

Someone took Rafael!!! WTF THIS KEEPS GETTING WORSE!!

Wow, ok ok. I'm ok. That was a lot! To much trauma, not enough therapy... Anyways, I have a lot to process

Hejdå! Ses snart. Hoppas du mår bra! 💙

I'm going to say....German?

*googles translates the text*

OKAY IT WAS SWEDISH UGGGGHH

I will get it next time!!!!!

As always, your live blogging is so smart and funny and gives me LIFE.

A reminder that ily and thank you for supporting lbaf 💙

AND SORRY ABOUT THE TRAUMA OOP-

ps - you thirsting over Gabriel is funny but relatable kdjsbfksh.

#lbaf

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Saturday GC Sessions Summary

Topics, quotes, and summaries of the talks given in the Saturday sessions of the fall 2020 General Conference (with occasional commentary in parenthesis)

*This is (mostly) written from a TBM pov, so I’ve glossed over many... unsavory things. That said, if you’re gonna quote this, definitely proofread it first because I occasionally switch to exmo pov.

Sunday Sessions (long version)

Sunday Sessions (shorter version)

Russel M Nelson

Hopeful, holy bullshit/look at all the spiritually awesome stuff we're doing/gonna do. (idk, there didn't really seem to be much of a talk there)

David A Bednar

Tests in school are as important as the tests of us living on earth.

"Prove, examine, and try."

"If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear."

Susan and I looked over our food storage and learned that we did well in most areas, but found some expired things we were afraid would unleash another global pandemic.

Remember, when loved ones die, and you don't know why, god does. It's a lesson in faith.

Scott D Whiting

How to be more like christ.

Wife and I were in Japan, hiking up a mountain; it was hard because altitude.

One step at a time is how we become more like christ.

Honesty is important, honesty with ourselves.

You can ask others how they view you, but god is a better person to ask, with his perfect view of us.

REPENT! to be the best version of ourselves. Change your heart and mind to be like christ.

Choose one attribute to focus on at a time. Constantly ask god for help, but don't be selfish.

"Be the tide that raises all boats in the harbor."

Recognize that desired attribute in others. Put in a lot of effort.

Caution- don't feel guilty, unworthy, or unloved; that is not what life is about.

You are good enough and loved, but that doesn't mean you're a perfect version of yourself.

Michelle D Craig

Story of Elijah for allegory of struggling to see how god is in your life.

Wait and trust in god. Pray for the lord to open your eyes. Understand how god sees you.

Ask yourself: what am I doing that I should stop and what should I be doing?

Stop looking at your phone. I think it's a good time to multitask, but the spirit told me to stop and the next day, while in line at the grocery store, I looked at the people around me instead. I saw old man and struck up a conversation with him based on what was in his cart (cat food). He said it was his birthday so I wished him a happy birthday. This guy needed me to see him.

A story of a friend who separated from her husband and hoped nobody would talk to her at church. A young woman kept looking back at her and came up to her after sacrament meeting. The young woman told her she loved her and they became friends and it helped her because she felt noticed and cared about.

Ask god to help you see others and act to affirm their lives. This is how we identify our own purpose.

Quentin L Cook

Righteousness. Female followers of brigham young found career opportunites in Utah and friends in the native americans. (Gave a whole bullshit Utah thanksgiving story, complete with rewriting history so white people can feel better about themselves for feeding the natives). There is unity in respect. Historically, we have not been perfect, but that is the goal. We don't need to have all the blessings of god to be righteous. Love god and fellow man to live in eternal peace and happiness with god. "Historical record" in 1 nephi shows there were no happier people because of righteousness. But then that society was destroyed so much that mormon asked how they would avoid punishment. We live in that latter time, not unity. Our challenge is to lift and bless society as a whole. Demonstrated by ethnic harmony and an all inclusive doctrine. Unity and diversity are not opposites. All races and colors are children of god. Laws written in god's chosen land (US) were written by imperfect men, but inspired by god for equal treatment of all men. Remember that we were onced very opressed because we wanted to share jesus' love. If you are not united, you are not god's children. Gosple culture is greater than regional cultures. We honor pioneers because of their struggles.

Ronald A Rasband

Supplying the world with temples is a holy duty.

Sacred ordinaces lead to exaltation.

"Temples rise above the ways of the world. Every temple... stand as testaments to our faith and eternal life and the joy of spending it with our families and heavenly father. They increase understanding of the godhead and the everlasting gospel and commitment to live and teach truth and our willingness to follow the example of jesus."

I learned an important lesson while visiting my father in law as he was dying; that temple recommends are important, even while dying.

The worthiness interview "is not about do's and dont's. It is about finding your worthiness and to testify of your devotion to the gospel teachings."

(I stopped paying attention for a while.)

Hunter said his biggest desire was to have every member hold a temple recommend.

Come get yo rec's! "Whether you have access to a temple or not, it is still important to remain and prove your worthiness."

(I'm really struggling to pay attention to this guy and holy shit he stressed "be patient" while I was typing that.)

Dallin H Oaks

"The lord's teachings are for eternity and for all of god's children."

My examples will be US-centric, but I'm sure that the issues the US face are universal, right?

Destrucitve behavior in political statements are not good.

Remember that JC said to love your enemies. Contention is of the devil, not JC. It isn't easy. Seek and ye shall find the strength to love.

Follow the laws of man.

Nobody can make us angry, it is our choice to be angry.

(Reference to The King and I-) learn about other people's culture.

Don't participate in rioting.

Wait, he's supporting the first ammendement- oh, the stress here is on the word "peaceful". We must do better to end racism. But remember to be peaceful! No violence. Anarchy is evil. Lincoln said "there is no greivance that is a fit object of redress by mob law". It undermines individual rights, not protects.

The US was started by diverse people! We're inherintly diverse! Here's a diverse (british) example!

AFTERNOON SESSION

D Todd Christofferson

There's a 2030 sustainable development agreement thingy. It's got 17 goals including- no poverty, no hunger, quality education, gender equality, clean water and sanitation, and decent work. It is interesting and important.

More important is a sustainable society.

Two biblical examples: 1. The city of enoch. They were of one heart and one mind. 2. The 1st generations of nephites an lamanites. No envies nor strifes. No murders or lying. No happier people than them. Love thy neighbor. Every man seeking the interests of his neighbor. Virtues uphold these societies.

Then they became exceedingly wicked and millions died in wars amongst themselves.

"When people turn from a sense of accountability to god and begin to trust instead in the arm of flesh (?)", disaster lurks.

A good life is more important than a long life.

I'm so fucking blessed, so this really isn't a good topic for me, but here we are.

The light of christ is what uneducated people call a consience.

"When one has no higher god than himself, and seeks no greater good than satisfying his own appetites and preferences, the effects will be manifest in due course. A society, for example, in which individual consent is the only constraint on sexual activity is a society in decay. Adultery, promiscuity, elective abortion and out of wedlock births are but some of the bitter fruit that grow out of the immorality sanctioned by the sexual revolution." This leads to poverty and fatherless families, sometimes in multiple generations, and deficient education and mental destruction.

"Our joyous message is that there is a better way through god... (the core truths of this message are) god lives, he is the heavenly father of our spirits, that as a manifestation of his love, he's given us commandments that lead to a fullnes of joy with him, that JC is the son of god and our redeemer, that he suffered and died to atone for sins on condition of our repentance, that he rose from the dead, bringing to pass the resurrection of human kind, and that we will all stand before him to be judged."

Steven J Lund

My son had cancer. It was hard. He was in lots of pain, but still wanted to go to church even when his mom suggested he stay home. He knew he inspired others when they saw him there, representing the savior by willingly suffering to serve.

All youth programs are there to help them be more like JC.

They are surrounded by things that keep helping them do that, but they're still making mistakes, so parents and leaders need to step up (potterheads grab your wands).

Gerrit W Gong

Family of 10 is hated by neighbors, nobody likes them until their house burns down. Then they were showed kindness, hope, and understanding by their neighbors helping them.

"Our 2020 bicentenniel proclamation begins with the profoundly inclusive promise that god loves his children in every nation of the world. Each of us in every nation... god promises covenants, and invites us to come partake of his abundant joy and goodness. God's love for all people is affirmed throughout scripture that love encompasses the abrahamic covenent, gathering his scattered children, and his plan of happiness. In the house of faith, there are to be no strangers, no foreigners, no rich and poor, no outside others. As fellow citizens with the saints, we're invited to help the world for the better, from inside out; one person, one family, one neighborhood at a time. This happens when we share the gospel."

Church materials are available in many regions and languages. We're gonna focus on that for a while. (And I stopped paying attention again. This dude is boring af. And I have a high threshold for boring right now)

Talking about how members do charity work.

W Christopher Waddell

Some kid said it was the greatest day of his life to meet this guy who talks to the profit a couple of times a week. The story is given with the obvious topic of "we thank thee oh god for a prophet".

Prophets tell us to prepare for crisis.

We understand your struggles and want to express that there are better days ahead. Church leaders can help you.

The lord loves effort.

Have stores of food and money, but don't go to extremes in your efforts to establish those things.

We have a brochure on finances with quotes from people about how god will provide.

Remember Joseph in Egypt.

"All things are spiritual to the lord and not at any time has he given us a law which is temporal."

Manage your finances and have food storage.

Matthew S Holland

The feeling of Alma remembering his sins are as painful as passing a kidney stone (?!).

Repentance will bring us relief.

We have no idea how bad our suffering will be if we don't repent.

"Medical science, professional counseling or legal rectification can help alleviate such suffering but note, all good gifts including these, come from the savior. Regardless [of] the causes of our worst hurt or heartaches, the ultimate source of relief is the same: JC. He alone holds the full power and healing balm to correct every mistake, right every wrong, adjust every imperfection, mend every wound, and deliver every delayed blessing."

When you feel like nobody could understand your suffering, remember that jesus can.

"Suffering in righteousness helps qualify your for, rather than distinguishes you from, god's elect."

William K Jackson

An Indian dude didn't want to turn his back on his culture in order to convert with the rest of his family. But JC was able to open his eyes to a different viewpoint.

Our original culture is the culture of Adam and Enoch. It is the greatest of all cultures. There is no "us v them" mentality in the greatest of all cultures.

"We believe that we are responsible and accountable for ourselves, each other, the church, and our world. Faith in JC is the first principle of our culture, and obedience to his teachings and commandments is the outcome.”

“It is a culture of covenants and ordinances, high moral standards, sacrifice, forgiveness, repentance, and caring for the temple of our bodies. It is a culture of the preisthood, the authority to act in god's name, the power of god to bless his children. It edifies and enables individuals to be better people, leaders, mothers, fathers, and companions- and it sanctifies the home. In the culture of christ, women are elevated to their proper and eternal status. They are not subservient to men, as in many cultures in today's world, but full and equal partners here and in the world to come.”

“The family is the basic unit of eternity. The perfection of the family is worth any sacrifice" because, as has been taught, "no other success can compensate for failure in the home."

This culture is concerned with things of lasting worth.

It is inclusive, not exclusive.

"Because this culture results from the application of our savior's teachings, it helps provide a healing balm of which our world (cue crying) is in such desperate need. What a blessing it is to be a part of this grand and (voice wavering) *noble* way of life. The church is hardly a western society or an american cultural phenomenon. it is an international church, as it was always meant to be. New members from around the world bring richness, diversity, and excitement into our ever-growing family!" (hallelujah!)

Indian dude joined the church, of course.

"What a marvelous heritage (quiet sob) we all share!"

Dieter F Uchtdorf

Because of a threat from the US military, the SLC temple was buried during constrution. When the threat had passed, they excavated it and found that many stones in the foundation had cracked and were replaced. "Finally, the saints could sing How Firm a Foundation and know their holy temple was built on a foundation that would last for generations.”

“This story can teach us how god uses adversity to bring about his purposes." Which is an appropriate topic these days.

We mourn with those who have lost loved ones to covid.

"My message today is that even though this pandemic is not what we wanted or expected, god has prepared his children and his church for this time."

We will do more than survive, we will move forward and we will be better as a result.

We are like seeds that must be buried before they can sprout. "The love of god and blessing of the restored gospel of JC will bring something unimaginable to spring forth."

Hardships strengthen our character.

"What we learn from biblical examples? 1. The righteous are not given a free pass that allows them to avoid the valleys of shadow... 2. Our heavenly father knows that we suffer, and because we are his children, he will not abandon us..."

"Our best days are ahead of us, not behind us. This is why god gives us modern revelation."

(I stopped paying attention during an aviation allegory.)

Stories of new/potential converts going to appointments early because of excitement. "Our missionaries are busier than ever."

WOMEN'S SESSION

Sharon Eubank

Story of a kid rewarded with his favorite pie for doing chores. He was selfish when his sister asked if she and her friend could have some because they didn't earn it, but changed his mind later. This showed that he was willing to change and show kindness to those who didn't deserve it.

"By union of feeling, we obtain power with god."

I don't like this world. It sucks and I want to make it better and sometimes I feel powerless, but I have done lots of soul searching and have three suggestions.

1. Have mercy. Jacob 2:17, but replace the word "substance" with the word "mercy". We need more mercy in our ministering. "If you would have god have mercy on you, have mercy on each other."

2. Make your boat swing. Rowing definition: "swing" is when all are rowing in such perfect unison that not a single action is out of sync. Somehow, individuality is crucial to this; clones couldn't do it. "Differences can be turned to advantage instead of disadvantage." This makes you go fast and they won because of that.

3. Clear away the bad as fast as the good can grow. Jacob 5: good tree is planted in good ground but was corrupted. A servant asks that the tree be given another chance and then the tree grows good fruit. JC is like the owner of the vinyard, and gives us mercy, if we can give it to each other.

"I believe the change we seek in ourselves and in the groups we belong to will come less by activism and more by actively trying every day to understand one another" because we're building zion.

As women, we have broad influence to remove prejudice and build unity. "I offer this invitation: be part of a collective force that changes the world for good." We're supposed to help others. "The women of this church have the potential to change society."

Rebecca M Craven

(I... I can't focus on this woman long enough to piece together what the fuck she's saying. Sorry.)

I think the overall topic is changing yourself to atone/repent.

Cristina B Franco

This year has given us many surprises that have left us broken.

Personal story about getting a piano. One of the delivery guys slipped and broke it. The delivery guys went back to arrange the delivery of a new piano, but her husband asked if it could just be repaired instead. The manager said "the wood is broken, and once the wood is broken, it can never sound the same."

We are like the broken piano, feeling broken and that we'll never be the same again. "However, as we come unto JC by exercising faith in him, repenting, and making and keeping covenants, our brokenness, whatever it's cause, can be healed [by the savior's healing power to make us better than we were.]." Faith in god heals us.

Story of Alma where god promised to ease their burdens.

(Really long quote from Alma that she doesn't source).

The savior is a refuge from the storm.

(Is there a rule that women can't have more than 20% original content in their talks? What is with all the quotes from other people, with barely anything to make them relate to each other?)

THAT'S MY HIGH SCHOOL CHOIR TEACHER DIRECTING THE SEPT 2014 CHOIR!!!

Bonnie H Cordon

JC is the light and the life of the world; the light that shines in the darkness.

Shit's been hard these last few months, but we see you praying and working hard to seek out JC.

Video

Gloomy shit and then "inspiring/soothing" pics of JC, then those same gloomy people are shown being happy while doing normal, everyday stuff. Lots of black people to show diversity and even a deaf woman signing in a video chat on her phone. (It's driving me crazy that i can't remember the song that's playing.) Then back to a pic of JC.

Henry B Eyring

"Every day we are approaching closer to the glorious moment when the savior JC will come to earth again."

"As the beloved daughters of heavenly father, and as the daughters of the lord JC in his kingdom, you will play a crucial part in the grand times ahead."

Prepare to live as the people in the city of enoch did.

Another unsourced quote of "what will happen in this last dispensation of the fulness of times": (was that wording really necessary?) dark skies, earthquakes, etc, but chosen people will be fine. They'll all be gathered into one place (that we could... maybee.... do something to? jk. unless...?).

Women will be at the heart of creating that society.

Quotes about the importance of women and the relief society.

Quotes about how pure and faithful the city of Enoch was.

"My experience has taught me that heavenly father's daughters have a gift to allay contention and to promote righteousness with their love of god and with the love of god they engender in those they serve." (fuck you)

Seeing a household without a preisthood member gave me glimpse of zion because the women were supportive and loving.

Why is it Oaks again?

"In the world, ye shall have tribulation, but be of good cheer, i have overcome the world."

Today, "we are also troubled on every side, and we also need that same message not to despair, but to be of good cheer."

JC knows your wants and fears.

"Be of good cheer."

Opposition is essential (anyone know of that musical 'my turn on earth' or am i just old? I've got 'opposition' stuck in my head).

Shit sucks right now. Covid and election shit, the election shit is bad "the most severe many of the oldest of us can ever remember." People are dealing with "the many adversities of mortality: poverty, racism, sickness, job loss, wayward children, bad/no marriages, and the effects of sin" but "be of good cheer." (broken record much?)

Poor JS had lots of adversities! But he still managed to "maintain his native cheery temperament and the love and loyalty of his people." The pioneers had it hard, too, but they still "were of hope and good cheer."

(If I heard this right) The orignal missionaries were sent out for up to 7 years.

The presidency loves you and cares about you and we pray for you (y'all should look up 'ill pray for you' by Jaron Lowenstein, btw. i promise it's hilarious).

"There is boundless power in the doctrine of the restored gospel of JC. Our unshakeable faith in that doctrine guides our steps and gives us joy. It enlightens our minds and gives strength and confidence to our actions. This guidance and enlightenment and power are promised gifts we have recieved from our heavenly father. By understanding and conforming our lives to that doctrine, including the divine gift of repentance, we can be of good cheer as we keep ourselves on the path of eternal destiny, reunion, and exaltation with our loving heavenly parents." (sidenote- I typed that quote really fast with very few mistakes and I'm very proud of myself. I'm sure I've never typed that fast and correctly in my life.)

Russel M Nelson

Shit's been hard and different than normal.

We greive with the women who have experienced loss.

Social media is evil for young women, but "many of you have found ways to encourage others and share our savior's light."

The future gonna be lit, yo.

"If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear."

"Moroni prepared his people in three essential ways:”

“1. He helped them create areas where they would be safe; places of security, he called them.” "Create a home that is a place of security."

“2. He prepared the minds of the people to be faithful unto the lord.” "Each time we have the faith to be obedient to god's laws, even when popular opinions belittle us, or each time we resist entertainment or ideaologies that celebrate covenant breaking, we are exercising our faith, which in turn increases our faith." "Life without god is a life filled with fear. Life with god is a life filled with peace."

“3. He never stopped preparing his people; physically or spiritually." "The adversary never stops attacking, so we can never stop preparing. The more self-reliant we are, temporally, emotionally, and spiritually, the more prepared we are to thwart satan's relentless assualts."

"We have so much to look forward to. The lord placed you here, now, because he knew you had the capacity to negotiate the complexities of the latter part of these latter days. He knew you would grasp the grandeur of his work and be eager to help bring it to pass. I am not saying that the days ahead will be easy, but I promise you that the future will be glorious for those who are prepared, and those who continue to prepare to be instruments in the lord's hands."

"Embrace the future with faith."

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Streaming on Plex: Best Movies and TV Shows You Can Watch for FREE in September

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DEN OF GEEK CRITICS’ PICKS

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

They’re the world’s most fearsome fightin’ team. They’re heroes in a half-shell and they’re green. I mean, what more do we need to say? 2014’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is no Citizen Kane, but comic book movie fans flock to it like the four titular turtles to pizza. The film knows exactly what it is, providing cheesy one-liners, silly action, and unpretentious fun. Throwing in Will Arnett as a sidekick for April O’Neil was an inspired choice that paid dividends in laughs and whoever tapped Tony Shaloub to voice Splinter should get a pay raise. Produced by Nickelodeon Pictures, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wasn’t only the highest grossing film in the series, but also the highest grossing Nickelodeon film of all-time. This reboot of the classic ninja team helped spawn further films, new TV series, and a renewed interest in one of the most beloved comic book properties ever. Cowabunga, dude!

Noah

This isn’t your Sunday School’s Noah. Darren Aronofsky’s adaptation of the story of the biblical figure Noah is an awe-inspiring epic that takes the bones of the famous story and infuses themes about environmentalism, self-doubt, and yes, faith. Pulling liberally from texts like the Book of Enoch, the film has far more action than just leading animals onto a boat and a storm. Shot by Matthew Libatique, the movie looks absolutely gorgeous and at times can be genuinely breath-taking, but it’s not just about the visuals. Russell Crowe stuns in the title role, but the entire ensemble is great, including a post-Potter Emma Watson and a ferocious Ray Winstone. No one expected Noah to be more akin to a thought-provoking art house film than a straight-forward epic, but that’s the sort of genius you get from Aronofsky, one of the most exciting and inventive filmmakers working today.

Shine a Light

Even if we hadn’t just lost the immortal, suave Charlie Watts, the heartbeat of rock and roll’s longest institution, The Rolling Stones, we’d still be recommending Martin Scorsese’s Shine a Light. Capturing the legendary band during their A Bigger Bang Tour in 2006, Scorsese spends a lot of the time rightfully focusing on Watts. With the camera fixated on Watts, you witness his unflappability; the way that he can make such raucous playing look so effortless. You also catch the man’s unique, jazz-influenced technique, like how he rarely hits the center of his snare, or how he changes his grip whenever he hits a cymbal. Even in their old age, the Stones are still one of the tightest, most electrifying live acts, and Shine a Light puts you right on stage with them as they barrel through one of the deepest catalogs in recorded music. It’s simply a masterful concert film.

The Virgin Suicides

Sofia Coppola likely has to deal with accusations about nepotism to this day, but anyone who saw her directorial debut The Virgin Suicides knows that Francis’ daughter would have made it as a filmmaker even without her famous last name. This haunting adaptation of Jeffrey Eugenides’ novel of the same name taps into the melancholy of childhood, the dreamlike haze of memory, and the mystery that lurks inside suburban homes. Coppola expertly captures the pull that an ethereal group of sisters have on the imaginative group of boys that pine for them in a way that is relatable for anyone that had an unrequited crush in high school. As a coming-of-age movie, it is one of a kind. As an exploration of trauma and grief, it is crushingly effective. The original score by the band Air only adds to its hypnagogic vibe.

Rock ‘n’ Roll High School

Punk rock music and Roger Corman pictures are some of the core tenants that Den of Geek was founded on, so of course we’re going to recommend 1979’s Rock ‘n’ Roll High School, which features possibly the coolest band of all-time, The Ramones. Let our resident punk rock movie expert Jim Knipfel break it down for you:

“After producing so many dozens of teen rebellion films over the years, Corman finally hit the pinnacle, the ultimate teen rebellion picture, with the cartoon antics ratcheted up more than a few notches. There are so many bad jokes flying around, so many visual gags and film references packed into every scene, so many overwrought teen film clichés pushed way past absurd, it’s a film that demands multiple viewings. Even if “Riff Randall, rock ’n’ roller” (P.J. Soles) doesn’t look much like any punk chick I ever knew, I’m perfectly willing to accept it. And in historical terms, it really was this film more than the 4 albums they had out at the time that spread the word about The Ramones to mainstream America, and that’s worth something. Old as I am I still get a thrill every time the students and the Ramones blow up Vince Lombardi High, and anyone who doesn’t must be wrong in the head somehow.”

New on Plex in September:

1000 Times Good Night

13 Assassins

The Accidental Husband

All Good Things

Assassination of a High School President

Awake

Bent

Bordertown

Brain Dead

Cold Mountain

The Descent

The Descent Part 2

Even Money

Fear City

First Snow

Freedom Writers

Gray Matters

The Jesus Rolls

Johnny Was

Keys to Tulsa

The Legend of Bagger Vance

Mad Money

Marrowbone

Murder on the Orient Express

The Ninth Gate

Nothing but the Truth

Ordinary People

Rememory

Rock ‘n’ Roll High School

Sanctuary

Shine a Light

Soul Survivors

Taboo

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The TV Set

The Virgin Suicides

What Doesn’t Kill You

Winter Passing

World Trade Center

Catch before it leaves in September:

Absolution

Accident Man

Aeon Flux

After.Life

Angel of Death

Answer Man

The Bang Bang Club

Battle Royale

Blood and Bone

The Broken

Cashmere Mafia

Child 44

Cleaner

Cold Comes the Night

Coming Soon

The Connection

Conspiracy

The Cookout

Critical Condition

Dark Crimes

The Death and Life of Bobby Z

Death Proof

Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star

Downhill Racer

Dragged Across Concrete

The Dresser

The Duel

Dummy

Flight of Fury

Flirting with Disaster

The Foreigner

Goat

Gutshot Straight

Halloween III: Season of the Witch

The Hard Corps

Hesher

High Right

Honeymoon

The Hunt

I Saw the Devil

In the Mix

Jason and the Argonauts

Jeff, Who Lives at Home

Jiri Dreams of Sushi

Joe

Journey to the West

Kill ‘Em All

A Kind of Murder

The Kite Runner

Lake Placid 2

Lake Placid 3

Last Resort

The Lazarus Project

Misconduct

Mr. Church

Mutant Chronicles

Mythica: The Godslayer

Mythica: The Iron Clown

Never Back Down: No Surrender

News Radio

Noah

Ong Bak: The Thai Warrior

Ong Bak: The Beginning

The Order

Out for a Kill

The Outcasts

Phantoms

Pistol Whipped

The Protector

Pulse (2001)

Reprisal

Return to the Blue Lagoon

The River Murders

The Romantics

Second in Command

Shadow Man

Shattered

The Shepherd

Southside with You

Space Station 76

Square Pegs

Standoff

Starship Troopers 2: Hero of the Federation

Starship Troopers 3: Marauder

Steel Dawn

Substitute

The Super

SWAT: Under Siege

The Terminal

The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada

Touchy Feely

Trollhunter

UFO

Universal Solider: Day of Reckoning

Vamps

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Walking Tall: Lone Justice

Warlock

What Planet are You From?

World’s Fastest Indian

World’s Greatest Dad

The Yellow Handkerchief

Still streaming on Plex:

2:22

2 Days in New York

21 Jump Street

22 Bullets

24 Hours to Live

3rd Rock from the Sun

6 Bullets

99 Homes

A Little Bit of Heaven

A Walk in the Woods

The Air I Breathe

Alan Partridge

ALF

Alone in the Dark

Amelie

American Pastoral

And Soon the Darkness

Andromeda

Are You Here

Arthur and the Invisibles

Awake

Battle in Seattle

Bernie

Better Watch Out

Black Death

Blade of the Immortal

Blitz

The Brass Teapot

Bronson

The Brothers Bloom

The Burning Plain

But I’m a Cheerleader

Cake

Candy

Catch .44

Cell

The Choice

Clerks II

Coherence

The Collector

Colonia

Congo

Cooties

The Core

The Cotton Club

Crossing Lines

Croupier

Cube

Cube 2

Cube Zero

Cyrano de Bergerac

Death and the Maiden

The Deep Blue Sea

Deep Red

Derailed

Detachment

The Devil’s Rejects

Diary of the Dead

District B13

DOA: Dead or Alive

Dr. T and the Women

Eden Lake

The Edge of Love

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Hello there!! Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the crazy and fun theories over the years! You always made watching the show and waiting on it to return each week/year exactly fun!! Since I’m in a reflective mood just thought I’d ask what would u say would be the defining lesson/message that each agents of shield character has taught you?

HI Anon,

You are very welcome, trust me I had a blast with it too.

That is a really interesting question. I am very big that everyone watches the show differently so what I took from a character might be different than someone else. Also something I learned is that a lot of fans will personally identify with a character in one way or another and again will take a different message. So again the disclaimer that these are mine and may not reflect the same onto others.

Coulson: This is actually a lesson that I took from my dad as well. Never lose your sense of humor. I’m never going to be sassing an army of androids about to take over the world but I have faced difficult times. Being able to keep a positive attitude and my sense of humor has gone a long way in helping me get through those difficult times.

And while I have never actually died, being part of the almost died club twice over is no fun.

May: There will always be things, difficult choices that I’ve had to make, that simply had to be done no matter the emotional toll that it took on me personally. And it takes an incredibly strong person to do what has to be done in the most difficult of situations.

Also you never know when you will suddenly become a mother to a fandom and it becomes one of the most amazing and fulfilling parts of my day.

Daisy: When my actual family hurts or isn’t there for me, my found family be it through work or here is always there for me and always has my back. Be it a shoulder to virtually cry on or protecting me from an online troll.

Fitz: Recovery takes time and I need to be patient and kind with myself through it. As someone who has had her share of medical issues I appreciated that the show never magically healed Fitz or anyone else. Because that isn’t how the recovery works. It takes time, there are set backs, and over time just because I “look” better on the outside doesn’t mean I’m not still fighting each and every single day.

Simmons: It’s not good to bottle all the things up and keep rolling on as if everything is okay. Because eventually that music box is going to break and I’m going to have myself a nervous breakdown. Twice. Something I have personally been working on is rather that bottle up the negative or hurtful things I am feeling I talk about them with friends or my husband. Sometimes I just type it all out in a diary of sorts that will never see the light of day yet the act of getting it out makes me feel better.

The other one has been more for The Kiddo in that she never needs to apologize for being smart or good at something. For her it has sparked an interest in science. Currently thanks to Alya she is very interested in space and the stars.

Fitzsimmons: Love, true love, can be tough but you must absolutely fight tooth and nail for it. And I would absolutely rewrite time itself in order to protect my children.

Mack: My faith gives me strength.

Elena: I won’t be the same after suffering a traumatic event. For example, I am never ever going to be the same physically as I was before April 26. My recovery now isn’t about getting back to where it was its about getting to who I am now. I need to keep moving forward and not worry about bouncing back.

Deke: When poop hits the fan I need to go with it and do what I do best to get through it. Even if what I do best can rub people the wrong way. I also don’t need too apologize for what I do best.

Hunter: Make a plan, plan goes to rubbish, make a new plan. Life is full of twist and turns and no matter now much I plan things out. A curve ball is coming to whack me in the head. Case in point my plan for 2020 did not include a pandemnic, homeschooling my kids, and almost dying. However, our willingness to change things quickly has allowed us to keep our family safe.

Enoch: Never let go of my best friends.

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It is the middle of spring, and a party is in full swing at twilight. The setting sun creates a backdrop for the island where a glowing tent buzzes with music. Dancing silhouettes can be seen playing across the canvas; a husband and wife waltz, a group of women twirl in intricate patterns, and a man with hooves stamps his feet to the beat with the crowd. Every pairing imaginable is present for the festivities. Well... All except one.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this...”

“What are you, a pussy? Just help me with this.”

“Mother and Father will be so upset!”

“C’mon Enny, you know I don’t care. Now come and be my eyes already!”

Tokos is, as per usual, staring ahead blankly, with the largest, dopiest grin known to man spread across his face. His brother Enoch, on the other hand, looks around worriedly, in part for the candle they sought, but mostly for their parents.

“What’s the hold up? Your sunlight won’t stick around forever. We gotta do this, now or never!”

As much as it pains him to admit it, Enoch, too, is curious. Their parents had always told them to stay away from the island cave, the one whose caverns were said to stretch far down underground, deep beneath the sea. They had never heard of anyone going in before, and in classic adolescent fashion, decided that they would be the first (well, Tokos decided, or so Enoch likes to tell himself).

But at last, the candle is found, and Enoch’s hope of behaving properly- despite his brother, for once- quickly dwindles.

“What’s it matter to you if we have light, anyway?”

“It doesn’t. But it does to you, that’s why I timed the sunset just right, so you’d have plenty. And the candle will help you when we go further in. See how smart I am, Enny? Aren’t I a genius?”

“Alright, Tokos, I get it. Can we just go now?”

“After you, princess!”

Enoch rolls his eyes and swats his brother on the head before making his way to the entrance of the cave. It looms before them, a foreboding gap in the hill that seems for all the world like a rite of passage, just waiting to be conquered. They arrive at it’s mouth and Enoch looks to his brother for reassurance, finding the same unseeing, milky grey eyes he’s always known. Both draw in deep breaths, take one another’s hands, and take their first steps into oblivion’s maw.

Their steps are tentative at first, but they soon trek forward a little ways more, neither saying a thing. Enoch holds the candle low at his side out of a lack of need, until he realizes he isn’t anymore and is relying on it’s light alone to guide him.

“Tokos, how far would you say we’ve gone by now?”

“I dunno, further than anyone else ever has. Why?”

“There’s no more sunlight. We must’ve been on a downward slope without realizing it...”

“Well, do ya still have the candle?”

“Well, yes, but-” Enoch stops and lets go of Tokos’ hand. What was this on the wall, here? “Tokos. Tokos, I’ve found something!”

“What? What is it?” He sounds excited.

“It’s an inscription, carved into the rock. Not our language, but it is our letter system. I’ll try to read it...” Enoch struggles his way through the foreign words, doing his best to pronounce each one correctly. He slowly gets through each sentence, working his way through every word, before finally reaching the last one.

But just as soon as he finishes, a strong gust of wind blows through the cave, snuffing out the light of the candle and leaving them in complete darkness. Enoch yelps in surprise, dropping the candle and grabbing Tokos’ hand.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t you feel that wind? It smothered the flame, and now I can’t see a thing!”

“Wow, that must be so hard for you.”

“You said you needed me to be your eyes and I was!” Enoch’s voice raises in frustration. He huffs. “Now neither of us can see.”

They quiet down after their moment of alarm, both rooted in place and thinking hard. An instant passes and Tokos sniffs the air and trudges his feet in place.

“Well, I smell water up ahead, not dirt, so our backs must be facing the entrance. I also feel a bit of mud, so if we want out we’d have to go backwards until we feel dry ground again.”

“Oh, now you want to leave? You’re the one who dragged us into this in the first place. Now we might not find our way out...”

Tokos pulls his hand away from Enoch’s. “What are you talking about? I just told you a way! What, you don’t trust me?”

“No, that’s not it! Besides, even if we do get out, Mother and Father will be furious. And, they’ll know it was you who wanted to go here from the start!”

“And you who went along with me! Besides, ‘even if’? I’ve been getting around this way my whole life and now you doubt me? And anyways, name one time Mama and Papa have been cross with us.” There is now a trace of venom to Tokos’ words. “You’re just being a pussy again.”

Before Enoch can quip back, however, he is stopped by a sound from deep within the cave. Not a sudden shriek, but a low, subtle, almost faint, guttural noise. The boys stop, stand still, and hold their breaths. The noise rumbles on for a time before slowing to a halt.

“Tokos... what was that,” Enoch whispers to his brother.

“Oh, now you want me to help you? Gimme a break,” Tokos’ voice is disdainful as he whispers back.

“Tokos, what if we’re in actual danger?” Enoch’s voice is still frustrated, but now somewhat strained. “What if Father told us not to go in here because...”

The sound returns and both boys strain their ears to try and identify it’s cause and location. It sounds distinctly wet, and is accompanied by a sound like rocks splashing into water.

“Father must’ve wanted to keep us out of here for a reason... It must have something to do with the inscription. Maybe it’s a curse and we’ve summoned whatever evil it speaks of!”

“That’s stupid. If there were a curse, we would’ve heard something about it by now. Now le-”

“Exactly. Remember what the people in Mother’s stories said? Dead men tell no tales. They were trying to keep us out of here so we wouldn’t be next!”

The noise once again rumbles through the cave, followed by the sound of rushing water. Enoch gulps before continuing to speak. “Okay, well... Let’s just keep our heads and-”

“Hey, I’ve been keeping my head. You’re the one acting like a coward.”

Enoch huffs again, ignoring his brother. “We should figure out what’s going on here. I know Father has said something-”

“We need to get out of here, and I already told you how.”

“You go ahead. I’m going to figure out what’s going on.”

“You don’t know what’s in there. We have to stick together!”

“Ha! I knew it. You’re showboating. Now look who’s being the coward!”

“I’m not being a coward, I’m making sure you don’t do something stupid to screw me over while I leave.”

“All I want is to find out more, I’m not gonna do anything!”

“Yes, you will! You always do! And then your curiosity will end up getting me into more trouble!”

“Excuse me, I’m the one who gets you in trouble? Just who pressured me into going in here in the first place?”

The sound booms now, silencing them both. The boys suddenly feel freezing water touch their toes. They jump back, only to have the water rise to touch them again. But the sound once again slows to a grinding stop and the water stands still, allowing the boys to turn from their fear back to their anger.

Tokos is the first to speak, his voice icy and quiet. “They say Father murdered his brother when they were young. Maybe I should do the same to you.”

“How dare you! You insult Father and you insult me, too. No wonder he prefers me over you!”

“Mother and Father don’t play favorites and you know it!”

“They do. They began to favor me the moment they saw you but you couldn’t see them,” Enoch spits back spitefully.

“Well it’s not like I asked for this! It’s not like I asked to always be missing a piece of the world. And I certainly didn’t ask for pussies like you to keep on telling me that I need them! That I need you!”

Enoch takes a breath to shout back, but stops short. He is quickly overcome by a wave of guilt and he hangs his head. The sound thunders past them again and the water now flows up around their ankles. Enoch thinks over everything that had just been said and feels a terrible remorse. Tokos is right after all, about everything.

And they do need to leave.

The sound quiets down some after a few minutes but doesn’t go away entirely. The water continues to creep up their legs as they continue to shuffle backwards. At last Enoch lets go of his pride and speaks up.

“Alright. We’ll do it your way, okay? We’ll leave.” He almost has to shout to be heard over the sound.

Tokos hesitates for a moment before grabbing his brother’s arm and begins to pull him backwards. “Now you realize,” he grumbles after a moment.

They slowly wade their way through the now waist- deep water, speeding up their way as the water level lowers the further they go. Part way along, Enoch stops Tokos.

“What?” Tokos’ voice is testy.

Enoch hesitates. “Look, I’m... I’m sorry. I really am. I have no excuse. Will you forgive me?”

Tokos hesitates and lets go of Enoch’s arm. It seems for a moment that he is going to run off and leave Enoch behind (or follow through on his earlier threat), but instead he sighs and takes Enoch’s hand instead.

“I... I don’t know yet. Let’s just get out of here.”

And get out they did. With Tokos’ expert guidance through the dark, they eventually find their way back to the entrance of the cave. They whoop and holler under the stars before quickly shushing each other for fear that the party is still going and someone would see them.

But the party isn’t still going. In fact, the tent and everyone in it is gone, leaving only the embers of long-doused bonfire. Enoch looks around; the only life around is a few wandering goats. Nobody is in sight.

“Where’d everybody go?”

“Maybe they went back to the palace?”

The boys look up to their city across the waters, and to the palace, their home, which sat high atop everything else. They stay in place for a moment before beginning their trek across the bridge and into the capital.

Their walk is sullen and silent for a while, and they both simply listen to the sound of water dripping off their clothes. But after some time, Tokos decides to speak up.

“What did you mean by curse?”

“I don’t know. Maybe there is one, who knows? But you’re right. Father would’ve told us if something like that was going on. He’s told us about plenty of other things.”

“Yeah,” Tokos pauses. “Sorry for threatening you. And for dragging you into all this in the first place.”

“And I’m sorry for everything else. I shouldn’t have been so high and mighty, and I shouldn’t have insinuated you were less capable than everyone else, either.”

“Well. Better blind than paralyzed.”

Enoch chuckles. “Isn’t that kind of missing the point?”

Tokos laughs in return. “Maybe. And anyway, that story about Papa is a load of dung anyway.”

“Are you sure? Then why do we know about his siblings without actually knowing his siblings?”

“I dunno, they probably just live really far away.”

“That’s fair. Hey, what do you think that sound was anyway?”

“Eh, probably the Scarlet King.”

Enoch stumbles and stops. “Are you serious?"

“Oh, sure, we were both getting pretty nervous. ‘Fear alone feeds the beast,’ remember? Makes sense to me.”

“Uhh... You’re joking, right?”

“Of course I’m joking! What are you, a pussy?”

Enoch smiles. Unlike the last few times he has said it, Tokos’ voice has returned to it’s usual playful tone.

“I forgive you, by the way.”

“So do I.”

The rest of their walk is peaceful, and they talk more along the way. That is, until, the palace doors come into view and their anxieties abruptly spike.

“Well, guess we should start with the meeting room...”

They slowly make their way there, making sure to stay out of sight of the servants and the guests, all the while whispering their plans to explain themselves.

But these plans are quickly flattened as they approach the doors right as they were opened. A servant walked out and walked away, leaving the boys staring their shocked mother and father in the face. They stand like this for a moment, awkwardly shuffling in place as their parents looked at them in disbelief.

This disbelief is soon suspended as they run around the table that they and a variety of maps had been situated at. Their mother quickly sweeps them into her arms, and their father soon follows.

“Enoch! Tokos! Where have you been, are you hurt? What were you thinking!”

“No, Mama, we’re not hurt. And, I, uh, dunno. We, uh...” Tokos’ hand searches for Enoch’s hand and swats it.

Enoch takes the hint. “We, well... went in the cave.” Their parents share a look before Enoch continues. “It was Tokos’ idea to go in-”

“Hey!”

“-but I’m the one who made him stay.”

The sharing of the blame doesn’t go unnoticed.

“But you both got out safe, correct?” their father asks, eyeing their still soaked sandals and trousers.

Both boys nod, and sheepishly tell of their misadventure.

Their father sighs. “Boys, we told you not to go in there because it floods easily. That inscription you read is an old warning; it’s how we knew to keep you and everyone else out. Those sounds you heard were likely a sea wall collapsing and water rushing in.”

This makes the boys feel rather stupid.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” their mother says.

“Nah. Now are you gonna throw us a party for being back or what?” Tokos grins his classic grin.

“Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines of several restrictions,” their father says in a stern yet fond tone. The boys groan. “Now go take baths, both of you, and then it’s straight to bed.”

The boys mumble their affirmations and begin shuffling off towards their rooms.

“Boys?”

They turn around and run back into their parent’s arms. Their mother strokes their hair as their father rubs their backs.

“It’s good to have you back.”

#does it count as f/o x s/i if it's about their kids??#siblings #short story #hi Teresa! yes references to your s/i are going to become a thing now >:)#my writing #sibling scenario #📝 written in the history books 📜

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Bridget Jones: In Company with Beckys and Karens

We can start with unpacking your luggage Bridget, you are gonna need the help but pull your weight into it.

Hi Bridget, looking good as always. Long time, huh? I guess it has been awkward after I have given your husband Mark a beat down and sent roses to his first ex-wife and your ex supervisor Perpetua. I think it’s time we talk. I understand life hasn’t been easy for you: your mother is nutty and a misogynistic racist, your father is friends with pervs and found it astounding you had a real boyfriend (Colin Jones won’t escape my ire), your friends are trash frankly especially the smug marrieds, you are insecure over a body that actually isn’t really a outlier to the dominant white patriarchal standard of cis female beauty (by the way, have you heard butt implants exist now?), your jerk husband is very negging and in the original novel he “compliments” you by pulling “Not like other girls” on you and all your other boyfriends see you as a piece of ass and don’t respect you, your uncle gropes your ass for how long and his wife pesters you about your body and past singleness.

But let’s be real Bridget: those wilderness years where you feared becoming a sad spinster were endured in a spacious apartment where your bedroom was separate from the kitchen AND the living room without a roommate (hope I get this lucky), you haven’t wanted for nothing growing up in a affluent and safe town in a single-income family (your dad was also a accountant), you were given blonde hair and blue eyes (traits that have been considered desirable for multiple millenniums), your body was always curvier than you’d like but you had no problem finding a lot of clothes in your size and didn’t have a doctor fat shame you (now smoking and drinking...), I learned from Jameela Jamil that actually Britain of your teens and twenties was a racist time, you got to go to college (granted it was in the University of Wales, which wasn’t “prestigious” enough for Daniel Cleaver) and you got a stable office job at a publishing company that you often fudged (most WOC can’t fuck up like you and thrive in this culture), and you never been in most situations where you didn’t have to look in the media or in the room and find yourself out of place.

Well now it’s 2020, have you heard of Black Lives Matter? This shitstorm of a year has been forcing us to confront issues regarding the patriarchy, capitalism, white supremacy, putting people of privilege to question their own involvement in prejudice, and a highly militarized law enforcement. Has Mark spoke of this to you? I haven’t heard a peep from you and Helen Fielding. I must say, I was glad not to hear either you or Helen say anything transphobic (fuck off JK Rowling). I think you heard of these memes going around called “the Karen” and “the Becky”, you must be wondering what the difference between the two are and was at a loss to counsel your smug married friends or your racist ass mother crying over being called Karens. Here is the trouble, I think you are likely a Becky and have the potential to turn into a Karen, after all you dream of weaponizing your mother’s embarrassing casual racism and thin privilege against Perpetua and Mark Darcy, and you dabbled in the White Savior trope for a hot minute in Thailand (oh and playing an idealized Ivanka Trump to your mother in the 3rd film?). Also let’s face it, you are compared to every confident, capable woman in your universe (surprise they are all bitches) or the non-Anglo British or non-British conquests of Daniel or Mark’s ex wife.

Let’s talk about the traits of a Karen and Becky and how they are related, Bridget.

Karen

Ah the Karen, or as Tv Tropes called her the “Obnoxious Entitled Housewife”.

Here is a bullet point of traits the Karen possesses according to The Take:

She’s an entitled, middle-aged, upper or middle class, often White woman.

She mistreats those “beneath her” like wait staff and customer service, classism at it’s most in-your-face and irritating.

She follows the rules, except the part about expired coupons.

She sticks to the hierarchy, using it to prop herself up.

Often passive-aggressive and judgmental.

She puts up the image of the perfect fragile woman, even if she instigated a crime.

Narcissistic behavior.

She considers herself the policewoman of human behavior.

She often lacks a understanding of different races and classes.

She projects her own misery on those who cannot fight back against her.

She is often a Know Nothing Know It All.

This probably hits home Bridget, they describe your mother, Auntie Una, and smug married friends. When you look at the news from my country, you tell yourself every time they wonder about your marital status or when you will have children, you are likely keeping them from calling the police on a black kid selling cups of water. But Karen is merely the more outwardly mature version of a trope you definitely fit and her name is....

Becky

Hey Bridget, your hair may not be as shiny as you like but according to a White Supremacist structure, you have “good hair”. You dealt with your literal Beckys Bridget (hi book version Rebecca Gillies), but what “Becky” refers to is to a often ditzy, somewhat entitled, young, white woman who lacks real racial understanding. It refers to how our society props up an image of idealized white femininity, sometimes it bleeds into women not considered “ideal” themselves.

By the way, the redhead featured is Joan Holloway. She isn’t ditzy like a Becky but her Queen Bee behaviors, her reliance on her pretty privilege, lack of racial understanding, and her adherence to femininity and social climbing make her a modern-day Becky Sharp (also an earlier Becky).

Remember when you contemplated introducing Mark as “a middle-aged prick who was lefty by his cruel raced ex-wife”? Wasn’t that kind of racist of your Bridget? Not so different from your mother? Here are a few traits:

Becky can be oblivious to her surroundings (and the feelings of others less advantaged than she).

She usually gets away with trouble due to her idealized Anglo looks.

Willfully naïve.

Conventionally feminine.

Often spoiled.

She and her interests are basic and mainstream (sounds like milk tray, Colin Firth binge fests, shopping, numerous garden parties).

She is often cushioned against disappointment (in the 3rd film we were all supposed to be on your side while your bitchy boss fired you for very good reasons).

Unaware of other’s needs because she is so used to things going her way.

Her ignorance can be just as frustrating and harmful as a Karen’s maliciousness.

Becky is given real growth in fiction, to learn to be better.

The thing is Bridget....where is your character development? It seems you hardly achieve much confidence, intellect, or maturity. In the 3rd film, I was shocked you were in your forties, I thought I was looking at a overgrown teenager. Perhaps you are a victim of Flanderization?

Karen and Becky

Now we look at how bad things could get if you don’t check your privilege soon enough Bridget, yes a lot of Beckys run the risk of becoming Karens. This is Mother-Daughter pair, Nancy (daughter) and Karen (Mother) Wheeler, I put them because of the connection but they don’t fit the stereotype (despite one of them having the name) but they are privileged white women talking about their shared experiences with misogyny. And most Beckys and Karens had to deal with misogyny, both outside and internalized, the issue being they don’t see how other people had to suffer due to prejudice.

Now Bridget, with your mother, you are a Becky while she was always a Karen. That is you are ignorant about your white privilege while your mother runs on casual racism, ignorance, and Tory politics. Ask her or Mark about the race riots, ask her and Mark about Enoch Powell. And yes Julie Bindel, a fellow compatriot of yours, complained about the Karen label but honestly it’s scary about how some of your peers chortled over racist jokes or your mother’s antics but get up in arms when people of color in service jobs call ya’ll out. But there are some Karen traits you show already, you will weaponize your place in the pecking order to beat down on another woman, like with Perpetua and Mark’s first ex-wife.

What does this say about you?

I will be the first to admit, I would’ve jumped up and cheered if I woke up in your body. You are conventionally prettier, but lately I recognized my own points and one of them is flair and the ability to read folks. Believe it or not Bridget, you are seen as a role model and a relatable figure to folks (and your last film ran on Millennial bashing, hating on younger women is not a good look). Maybe these Zoomer teens were on to something? Bridge, they will save us, we need to do the work.

Now maybe you can take a cue from Dr. Rawlings on how to support and critique women Bridget? In the meantime, I think if I run into you, I’ll run if I see your mother.

Not all is lost, I see you are a reader, maybe put down the self-help books and do some self-improvement by learning how to be a better white ally. I would like to read Hood Feminism (Mikki Kendall is a delight on Twitter). Meanwhile, if you do release a 4th movie in the future: don’t release it during a U.S. election year (I have had enough right wing presidents to last my teens and twenties).

#Bridget Jones #Bridget Jones's Diary #Karens #Karen #Becky #Beckys #white women #White Privilege #racist patriarchy #Casual Racism #Women in Media #character analysis #your fave is problematic #character intervention

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ellsey · 4 years

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Agents of Shield Rewatch 4x22 World’s End

It’s like 1am but I need to get this season done. Also my husband fell asleep upstairs while putting the kids to bed and still hasn’t realized he’s not in his bed yet so I have a good excuse to stay up and wait for him. Hahaha.

Robbie you have no idea how happy I am to see you

Poor Fitz has so much to deal with I just...this is just so much

Radcliffe just did another good deed wheeeee

Robbie you look so fine go kill some robots please

Look, I full support the Ghostrider in his desire to destroy Aida

They just left the Darkhold behind? Those are the worst robots ever man.

That human brought a gun to a robot/Inhuman/Demonperson fight

Robbie and Daisy are such a good team

Haaaaaaaaahaha Coulson wants to see it too!

I like how Fitz watches Jemma come down the stairs ready to help her this is the quality content I need

I want Aida to burn for eternity for what she did to Mack for real

“Robot May was way more supportive” noooooooooooo Phil you are in so much trouble

NOooooooooo GET AWAY FROM HER AIDA

Oops don’t let your boyfriend’s fake daughter hear you say she’s fake

Fitz is trying to reason with Aida while Jemma is completely over it

Omg Phil this is legit the worst time to make romantic drinking plans

LEAVE JEMMA ALONE

Also poor Fitz this is so much

But why did she say “You did this Fitz?” I mean she didn’t seem to blame him before? I mean obviously she was stressed out but still...seems strange

Oh that was a fake Jemma. Hahahaha I forgot about that.

It all makes sense now

I support a vengeful Jemma!

PHIL IS THE GHOSTRIDER NOW!!!

This is a fitting end for Aida really

Good riddance

Although I’m going to miss Mallory Jansen, she was so amazing

I hate this so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Henry and Natalia are killing this as well but I hate that there’s so much pain here

Nope everything still hurts

Happy they are back in the real world though

I’m happy Mack seems to be adjusting well though go makeout with your girl, you deserve it

I LOVE A UNITED FAMILY

Daisy clearly inherited Phil’s inspiring speech gene

RIP Framework Radcliffe. You were almost a good dude.

ENOCH!!!!!!

I love you but I’m almost scared for what’s going to happen to you next season

I’ve seen the trailer

It’s Outer Space Phil!

Well, we did it. We got through season 4. It was slightly less anxiety inducing than watching it the first time, but I’m still not sure if I’ll watch it again. Maybe when I’m in a better headspace idk.

This episode rates a 5000/10 on the Teamwork! scale because everyone really worked together so well in bringing down Aida. It also gets a 100000000/10 on the We Are Family scale because they all just love each other so much and that’s ultimately what I’ll take from this season. They all have a lot of trauma to deal with, but that doesn’t change the fact that right now they are a united front of love and friendship and just everything.

And with that in mind, I offer you the song for this episode (and maybe the whole season): David Pfeffer’s cover of “Time After Time.”

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#aosrewatch #aosrewatchs4 #robbie reyes #ghostrider #phil coulson #melinda may #daisy johnson #alphonso mackenzie #elena rodriguez #leo fitz #jemma simmons #aida #holden radcliffe

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Dear Nov, What's the last case you remember working on with your partner? Yours truly, Wizteria

Oh, give me a mo. Uhh......

Oh, yeah! You rememeber the pub owner, right? Gaku? Bright guy, backflipping over everywhere, honestly should tone down the PDA because literally everyone in the town knows how he's head over heels for his husband, all that?

Yeah, so. Long story, so sit down for a bit.

Gaku was a talented ranger with an insane amount of druid magic held in. I mean like, he's Talented talented. His movements are fucking unreal, even. I literally still see him parkour across building walls for fun sometimes. Anyways, he performed dance moves on the stages for a living when he was not out for quests- there were quite a lot of work thrown at him for his known talents in battle- his dance team was pretty famous, you know. His impromptu dance team used to get minor injuries here and there, so I got to know him as a really close friend. Used to chat with him whenever we had time- he was in good terms with the city guards since he helped out against monster hunts, too, so it was my job to patch him up as he excitedly talked about how they hunted the monster down. All in all, a very good friend.

Then suddenly, one day, he disappeared, with a single note left saying he found a person to travel with.

Well, not exactly too suddenly, come to think of it. He kinda got into a fistfight with a grumpy, armoured man after arguing about their beliefs around the use of their own power the night before that and- oh my god, that was Yuta, wasn't it. The fucking spear. That definately was Yuta. Goddamnit. Who gets into a bloody fist fight with their future spouse?? And decide they're the perfect person to travel with, right after that?? Now I need to renew a bet on- oh, sorry, I got derailed again.

*clears throat* Anyways.

Then like... Months later, there was like, a distant news about a crazy dark emperor who was trying to literally pull his entire kingdom and the neighborhood ones under complete control with magic involving plants that grew over everywhere and made people who touched them plant monsters, then another news about a group of heroes beating the shit out of him, then the news turned into the genuine stories of the hero team- A royal knight of spear who had rebelled against his emperor, an artificer with a knack on guns, a paladin with a plate of shining white armour, and a bright ranger that lead the team with a smile.

Then Gaku returned with a hoard of gold, and a ex-royal knight by his side- that would be Yuta again, still in his love denial phase- and after a big moment of citywide realization that Gaku, (goofy idiot extraordinare) was that ranger from the story, and a Big celebration party that was put together like a week later, they decided to settle down with a inn and a pub with a portion of the loot he got.

The unresolved sexual tension between them was so thick for months, it was unreal. Like, come on. You guys settled down together. Guys. They were dancing around each other for so long that we had a city wide betting pool by the time they finally confessed. Ryu won. He got so much gold that it was enough to hold a dinner party for the entire city guard force. Was a really good dinner party, actually.

Anyways, back to the case.

So, one day, Gaku crashes into our office and hands us a letter with a grin. Says it's a case for us to solve. Yeah, remember the Artificer and the Paladin from the team? They sent him a letter- their family emblem on the wax, he recognizes, (apparently, they are brothers in a noble family- the paladin being the older one) but he doesn't understand what they are trying to say since it's in some 'Fancy letters he's too dumb to understand'.

It was Elvish. I understand Elvish- a lot of holy books are written in elvish, so I'm pretty good at that- so I was sitting there, squinting my eyes so I could read through fancy elvish cursive as Gaku looked at me with awe.

("Did you travel with Two high-class elves, and didn't tell anyone? What the fuck?" Says Enoch.

Gaku gives a small shrug and says that he was kinda busy flirting to the dumbest rock in the entire universe to actually sit down and tell the tale.

Enoch buys the explanation immediately and goes "You know what, fair enough.")

Anyways, the letter is pretty simple. The brothers are inviting the couple to the kingdom, saying that they rebuilt it from scratch and is now having a new, elected king to lead the country. They want them to visit since it's functional and happy with no plants trying to kill people, and they have a king's welcome ready for their two heros.

(Also, in big purple letters in the end- <P.S. If you guys somehow haven't hooked up yet, I am personally going to gun Yuta down myself. With love, Mitch.>

"Yep, classic mitchy." Gaku grins. "That's him alright. Glad to see he's doing well.")

Gaku then told us that Yuta doesn't really want to go back even if it's rebuilt, since he's still healing from... Whatever happened back there. He didn't elaborate, we didn't pry.

So he told me to write a letter to them, telling them to visit his town instead- he got a inn and a bar, it's great. We do, with a big p.s. in the end telling them to write common, dammit.

They, surprisingly, accept the offer and visit our city like a month later. Imagine this- two elves, dressed up all fancy and glittery and royal with silvers and gems and cloaks, one a paladin and one with a gun, showing up on the small seaside town to ride down the street to the inn with everyone staring at them in absolute confusion and awe as they go.

Gaku (a small, normal man) literally launches himself at them for a hug as Yuta watches them from the side with amusement- I got introduced to them soon enough (The younger one is called Mitchial, Mitch for short. The older one is called... Ah, I forgot, but everyone called him Tora and he hated it.)

They were both good people, although Tora didn't talk much with his grace and everything- they never saw the sea, too, so it was a blast watching two graceful elves struggling as the waves crashed upon them, sputtering like a cat underwater.

It was a good time over all. They enjoyed our city a lot- apparently they didn't have time to just relax and chat around because of everything. I even got the tale of their adventures (Yuta didn't want to talk about anything from his past, and Gaku didn't think it was too important so we never got the whole story) from Mitchy after a few drinks, too. It's, again, a long story- so if you're curious about it, just ask. I'll tell you.

We still write to them to this day, even after they left. They're planning to visit soon again, I think. It was one of the memorable cases we got, and I'm glad I made a friend even outside the city!

@wondrous-wizteria hope you liked the story, miss wiz!

#nov rambles #ask in the box #((the writing is bad but ignore it psst))

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Bonded

Super late, but please have a DeanCas s14 finale coda

“There my eyes beheld their habitations with the angels, and their resting places with the holy ones. They were entreating, supplicating, and praying for the sons of men; while righteousness like water flowed before them, and mercy like dew was scattered over the earth.” (Enoch 39:4)

In the precious few seconds between Chuck disappearing and being overwhelmed by the undead, time slows to a crawl in a way it never has before. Castiel can smell every freshly cut blade of grass beneath his feet, and feel each droplet of sweat collect on his skin. He can taste particles on the wind. The cold bite of his blade settles heavily against his palm. Blood rushes in his ears. Every heartbeat sounds like the firing of a cannon.

They will be overwhelmed in 1.59846 seconds.

Dean comes back with two iron rods and tosses one to Sam. All three of them have backed up against one another in a defensive circle, pressed so close their clothes are shifting and pulling. Out of the corner of his eye, Cas can see Jack’s body still splayed out on the grass. A knot forms in Castiel’s stomach and crawls up his throat, and he isn’t nearly powerful enough for the onslaught of the supernatural currently barrelling toward them. This is… it.

Very suddenly, Cas has the absurd thought that he is going to die alone.

Of course, he isn’t. He is surrounded by what’s left of his family. But for the first time in his interminable existence, Castiel feels that perhaps they’ve been beaten. His father betrayed them. His son is dead.

It’s instinct—long engrained in the fibres of his fingers—to reach out for Dean’s hand; to slide their sweating palms together and squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean gives a sharp inhale and stares.

They’re overwhelmed.

It’s not an ideal situation by any stretch of the imagination; even if it were just the three of them, the only one with an angel blade is Cas. Iron can only do so much. As the ghosts begin to throw them around the graveyard, they start tossing around their weapons: Cas’s blade to Dean facing off with a ghoul, to Sam cornered by three vengeful spirits.

...And then back to Castiel, who slices and smites in equal measure, carefully ignoring the way he becomes out of breath as he does.

It becomes very clear very quickly that they are not making it out of this alive.

“Ah, fuck! Cas!”

Castiel tosses the blade to Dean.

“Dean!”

Who passes it to Sam.

“Goddammit, why the hell won’t you fucking die!”

Who gives it back to Dean.

“We need a miracle,” Sam grunts from somewhere on his left. Dean gives a half-hearted scoff in response. “Seein’ as this was a gift from Mr. Miracle Man himself, think I’ll fuckin’ pass on that—shit!”

Castiel forces an opening between two horrific-looking undead creatures and bolts.

It’s a straight shot to the Winchesters if he moves fast, so he runs with everything left in him, overshooting the mark by a human mile as he bowls Sam over and ends up half-splayed across Dean.

“Jesus, Cas! Are you—”

“I have an idea.”

Cas doesn’t allow either brother to ask what it is. He doesn’t tell them it’s insane. He doesn’t say that it could level everything in a fifty-mile radius. Instead, Castiel grabs Dean’s face and kisses him, hard.

In the days of Enoch, angels walked the Earth freely. They descended from Heaven in their true forms, and taught humanity everything they knew; from fire to weaponry, angelic-kind mingled and mixed with humans in an equal partnership. This was a consolation prize from God: a gift despite taking away the Garden in all its splendor, and leaving his new children to fend for themselves in a hostile world.

Eventually, humans and angels began to mate. Not physically—not exactly. Angelic true forms could only be shrunk so much by sheer force of will… but there were angels and humans who formed bonds so deep and strong they each became something else entirely; connected by both grace and soul, with all the experience and power of their angelic half and the emotional intelligence of their human one. These beings were the first ones known as nephilim—the joining of their kinds in a love so pure and powerful it was unmatched by anything in the entire cosmos.

God didn’t like it.

And lo, were all nephilim eradicated in fire, and were all angels made to take vessels on Earth.

Castiel isn’t certain he can force a bond while trapped inside this body, lying atop the object of his affections, relatively powerless and about thirteen seconds from being decapitated by a mob of the undead... but some insane part of him thinks that if this is the way he’s going to die, it will be kissing the man he loves.

Sam yells something like, Now?! Really?!, but it’s difficult to say for how hard Cas’s blood is rushing in his ears.

There’s a clash right above their heads, and Castiel opens himself to Dean Winchester in a way that is, quite frankly, stupid.

He leaves himself vulnerable in every way there is to do so, a proposal and declaration of the most embarrassing kind. His hands bury in light hair and his eyes squeeze shut. He knows Dean’s soul recognizes him… Cas only hopes he’s caught the hunter off-guard enough to allow for first contact.

But what greets him isn’t the riot of emotion and shock he’d been expecting.

Instead, it’s like a dam has been broken—what feels like a lifetime of love and longing meet between them, crashing together in a way that is less like fighting and more like creating something new.

There is the anger and worry and frustration, too. There is the betrayal. There is… everything Dean is, soothing the tattered remains of Castiel’s grace. Cas can feel Dean’s love for him down to the molecules in his fingertips. It burns so hot it’s cold.

Dean wants him as a lover does. As a husband does.

When Cas pulls away, he can’t help staring, mesmerized by it all.

But then Dean’s eyes widen, and he pushes Castiel off of him just as an axe becomes embedded in the Earth where the angel’s head used to be. Sam laughs hysterically. “Not that I’m not happy for you guys because—trust me—I am, but—”

“Close your eyes.” There’s what a appears to be a zombie coming out of the ground right beside Castiel’s leg. Cas rolls away and pulls Sam to his side just as the hunter avoids another ghost. He reaches for Dean’s hand and holds tight once he has it. “Everyone close your eyes!”

Castiel shines more brightly then he ever has.

***

The tips of the grass are burnt to a crisp, and the gravestones that remain intact are scorched, but that seems to be the extent of the damage inflicted on the area—other than, of course, the distinct lack of supernatural creatures. Cas heaves a shaky sigh of relief, watching with a trembling grin as Sam falls back on the dirt with a softly muttered, fuck.

From his other side, Dean tentatively squeezes his hand. Castiel squeezes back.

Fuck, is right.

***

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