#how do the English people call February 14th??

[ateezyuri]

ATEEZ’S YURI COMES OUT AS LESBIAN WITH VOICE NOTE IN HER SINGLE ALBUM, “BOYFRIEND” — SAYS SHES “HAPPY TO FINALLY BE FREE.”

POSTED: FEBRUARY 15TH, 2022

On February 14th, 2022, Kim Yuri of Ateez released her 2nd single — Boyfriend, and the release had shocked fans to no end! Like her last solo release, Games, the track was completely in english — and received worldwide support after its release. The track reached #1 on Billboard’s Hot 100 after it’s release, #1 on Spotify and Apple Music, and Yuri made her first radio debut with the track!

The song “Boyfriend”, focuses on a girl who knows she could be a better boyfriend than another girl’s current boyfriend — and is attempting to persuade the girl to fall for herself instead. The lyrics shocked many fans of Yuri — while others suspected that Yuri was interested in girls. The single album included a voice note — and that only confirmed everyone’s suspicions on Yuri’s sexuality. You can read the voice note below.

“When I first wrote “Boyfriend”, I had no plans on releasing it, like ever. I was just going to keep the lyrics in my draft — I didn’t even make a track for it. That was until I received a call from Dan Nigro — and he was like “Hey, I really liked Games, I would love to work with you!” And he asked me if I was going to come to California anytime soon, which I wasn’t, but I would be in a few months to go on tour, so we decided to work together via Zoom for the time being.”

“So, I sent him a few of my tracks I was working on, as well as some drafted lyrics. Boyfriend was included in it — but I left a note that I didn’t plan on releasing it. I only sent him it so he could see my writing style, and I didn’t have that many english songs to send — since I’ve been focusing on writing songs for Ateez instead. But he loved it...he was like “You can’t throw this away, this is amazing, you just have to release it.” Which resulted in me just giving him all the reasons why I thought I couldn’t release it for an hour straight, and he just was like “That’s bullshit.”

And he was right. I was scared of the public response, I was scared on how people would respond to me being apart of the LGBTQ+ community, but I was mainly scared on how that would affect Ateez. I didn’t want to damage the success Ateez is having currently because of this, we already receive so much hate due to us having one girl with 8 boys in a group, and I just didn’t want to add to the fire. Which was a extremely coward move from me — and that was not the message I was wanting to send to my fans, my friends, and myself.”

During that time I felt like such a burden — and I just felt unsure of what to do. I’ve worked through how the hate makes me feel and I know that it’s not my fault — but sometimes it’s hard to not listen to the voice in your head that is just screaming at you, telling you everything is your fault. My members helped me a lot through this time, and their reassurance that they love me no matter what really drove me to agree to releasing this song.”

“I’m not ashamed of who I am and I am not ashamed of who I love — and i’m not scared to let the world know that i’m lesbian. If I could — I would scream it on the rooftops. Like yes! I love women, non-men, I just love them! I’m not sorry! And i’m not afraid of everyone hating me for who I really am. Not anymore.”

So to whoever is closeted, questioning, or out, I just want you to know that I am incredibly proud of you, no matter if you decide to come out or not. You don’t have to come out to be valid, and you don’t have to be closeted to be valid. You are valid no matter what, and you are so loved, and you are so important. I wanted to come out because I wanted to be a person that the LGBTQ+ community can look up to and be proud of — I wanted to show everyone that it is possible to be gay and be famous at the same time, and I want people to know that you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are just because people may hate or shame you for it. Being apart of the LGBTQ+ community is not wrong, and if you you think not supporting someone who is different than you is okay, please open your mind. We are people, too. We are not a disease, we are here and we will fill up space. I will not change because people don’t agree with who I am — I will only be louder in response. I am proud to say I am lesbian, and nothing anyone says will change that.

To those who are struggling with their identity — just know it takes time. Be patient and be kind to yourself — and whatever you are feeling right now is completely okay. Discovering yourself is a hard and long journey, but it is so rewarding and so worth it in the end. I am still learning about myself to this day, and I am much happier now that I listen to my emotions and my thoughts. I love you all with all my heart, and if things get hard and overwhelming, you can always turn to me. I will always be here for you. Thank you for listening and thank you for supporting me. This has been Kim Yuri of Ateez.”

There is both an English and Korean version of the voice note — and KQ Entertainment has released written statements in other languages, such as Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, and many more. Atiny have also helped with translating her message, in hopes to spread it as much as possible.

The reactions to Yuri coming out have been mixed — but the positivity has seemed to drown out the negative. Many K-fans support her and praise her for being so brave — especially since South Korea is not the most accepting of LGBTQ+ individuals.

KQ Entertainment has also supported Yuri in her decision of coming out, and released a statement this morning, a day after the release of Boyfriend.

Hello, This is KQ Entertainment.

We support our artist, Kim Yuri, in her decision to come out as lesbian. She has been wanting to do this for a long time, and the company saw no reason to prevent her from being her true self. We will protect our artist, and any malicious comments can and will face legal action. Threats towards our artists will not be tolerated. Please be respectful and kind. Thank you.

Their statement was released after Yuri was sent multiple threats on social media and websites — but fans and KQ Entertainment were quick to shut them down.

After the release of both Boyfriend and the voice note, Yuri hosted an instagram live on her personal instagram to celebrate the release. She was practically glowing in the live, and she had rainbow eyeshadow on her eyes to celebrate her news! She talked about how happy she was to finally be out to the world during this live, and fans couldn’t help but be filled with joy after seeing Yuri be so happy, especially since she has been suffering with her mental health all throughout her life.

“Yes! You all heard the voice note, correct? I’m so happy to come out, I couldn’t be happier. I’m finally free! I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders...thank you all for supporting me so much! I love you all with all of my heart, I couldn’t ask for better fans!”

The Ateez members have also voiced support for their member — promoting her single and leaving kind messages for her on their Fan cafe and Universe chat rooms! Other idols have also voice their support for Yuri, such as Core4, Sapphire, The Lucidz, Seventeen, Somi, and many more!

We are so proud of Yuri for coming out and letting the world know her true self — and for always trying to be her best. We love her so much!

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[starry-night-rose]

“A little birdie told me you needed some romance help, lucky for you, I’m like an expert at this~”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Name: Aimée Agape Amore

Nicknames: Anemone (Floyd), Mademoiselle Marieuse (Rook), Normie (Idia) My Friend (Ortho)

V/A: Hina Suguta (Japanese) Rachel McAdams (English)

!Twisted from Aphrodite from Hercules!

Age: 18

Birthday: February 14th

Horoscope: Aquarius

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 165 cm (or 5’5)

Hair Color: Light Blonde with Pink Tips

Eye Color: Light Blue

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Homeland: Kingdom of Heros

Family: Unnamed Father, Unnamed Mother, Unnamed younger sister, Several Unnamed Aunts and Uncles, Several Unnamed Cousins

Dominant Hand: Right

Dormitory: Ignihyde

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-B (No.10)

Best Class(es): Magic Analysis, Potions

Worst Class- Physical Education

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Favorite Food(s): Dark Chocolate, Apples, Raspberries

Least Favorite Food(s): Oranges, Mint

Hobbies: Poker, Shopping, Nail Art

Dislikes: Unromantic People, Rules

Talent(s): Matchmaking, Modeling, Gambling

Sexuality: Pansexual

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Personality: Aimée initially comes off as a bubbly airhead with minimal intelligence, inside lies a cunning and crafty individual. Aimée knows exactly how to read a person just from a single interaction. From the moment you tell her just a single piece of information about your love life, Aimée has already formulated a five page list of possible suitors and solutions in her mind. Why does Aimée keep up this ditzy persona? Because it’s entertaining of course! Aimée loves the feeling she gets when she fools someone with this persona of hers! Although her true personality comes off as cold and icy, Aimée just wants the people she loves to be with someone that loves them in return and she would do anything for that to happen. Aimée’s true personality still does retain bits of her bubbly air headed persona but that only comes out when she’s with her beloved friends! At the end of the day, Aimée just wants to be loved for her true self as not for how she looks or how she acts! She wants to be loved for herself and only herself.

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Backstory: Aimée comes from a rich and powerful family from the Kingdom of Heros. Her family has connections to both Jupiter Corp and STYX so as she was growing up, she went to many business dinners with her family. There she met a boy around her age with bright flaming blue hair. Despite both of them having a mutual distaste for the other, they oddly became good friends but unfortunately had to part ways later on. When Aimée was older, she got into a toxic relationship with a boy. Aimée did not love the boy but stayed with him because she felt as though he had no one else to turn to. Finally fed up with the relationship, Aimée called it quits and despite the begging and pleading of the boy, she refused to keep in contact. Much later on, Aimée was accepted into NRC and was sorted into Ignihyde much to her chagrin.

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Trivia!

Everyone including Aimée herself has no idea why she’s in Ignihyde

Aimée loves buying perfumes and makeup from a certain fairy in Diasomnia

Aimée adores birds especially doves

Aimée typically works behind the scenes during Film Club which has lead her to being called “The Tech Queen”

Aimée has been asked out at least 8 times on her first day of school but has turned down each and every one of them

Aimée adores wearing jewelry as she loves the jingle noise of it all!

She got the A necklace that she always wears from a special someone from her past

Due to her past relationship, Aimée does matchmaking so others don’t have to suffer the same type of relationship she had

#aimée amore #ignihyde #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #my art! #twst oc #ignihyde oc #oh god why was this so hard to make #ANYWAYS ITS 11:05 SO ALMOST NEW YEARS #WOOOOO

[whittcker]

♕ ( n/a / 25 / cis man / he/him ) — did you see WHITTAKER EAGAN wandering around the island today? they kind of look like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET from certain angles? i heard around town that the PhD STUDENT is INTELLIGENT, and COY, but also IMPETUOUS, and CONNIVING. people say that they remind them of CIGARETTE SMOKE, A WOLFISH SMILE, and BLOWN-OUT PUPILS, and CALL IT FATE, CALL IT KARMA by THE STROKES is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( c / 22 / pst / she/they ) 

hiii everyone ! i'm c and this is my baby whittaker ( feel free to call him "whit" bc he prefers that ). he's getting his phd in english at harvard and is spending some time off in kings haven to try to work on poetry, away from it all. ( at least that's what he tells people ... ) pls feel free to hit me up in the group discord to plot !! read below for more info abt him :)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: whittaker james eagan

NICKNAME(S): " whit " ( he prefers it strongly over his full name, which he considers too long and "pretentious" )

AGE: twenty-five

DATE OF BIRTH: february 14th, 1998

HOMETOWN: sonoma, california

CURRENT LOCATION: kings haven, ma

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELIGION: atheist

OCCUPATION: phd student at harvard university

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: small apartment

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, minimal american sign language which he took for his language requirement in undergrad

ACCENT: american

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: timothee chalamet

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown

EYE COLOUR: piercing green

HEIGHT: 5'10"

WEIGHT: approx. 150 lbs.

BUILD: lanky and thin

TATTOOS: a couple of small tattoos on his arms and ankles, nothing big

PIERCINGS: none

CLOTHING STYLE: usually some loose trousers, a t-shirt and a jacket if he's trying to be casual ( click for example ! ) and he's no stranger to dressing up a bit due to his father's wealth, but he still keeps it pretty lowkey ( click ! )

USUAL EXPRESSION: slightly smug, like he knows something you don't

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: his stark black hair is what most people notice first about him, and then his eyes

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none, though he catches colds very easily

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: none

ALLERGIES: pollen

SLEEPING HABITS: he's a pretty light sleeper and will knock back some nyquil if he has to in order to sleep

EATING HABITS: he has a pretty intense appetite, and enjoys finer foods

EXERCISE HABITS: he runs for cardio exercise but doesn't do a whole lot of weightlifting

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: he would say he's "fine" but the people around him would probably disagree. he's a very erratic person

SOCIABILITY: he's somehow both antisocial and never alone. he's very quiet most of the time and keeps to himself, but he parties a lot. most of his friends are party rats who don't actually care about him. they're always prowling for the next place to sneak into. he uses his dad's money to get into rich people's houses, only to steal something expensive just for the thrill.

BODY TEMPERATURE: his hands are always cold

ADDICTIONS: he would say none, but some might say otherwise ... especially nicotine

DRUG USE: heavy

ALCOHOL USE: heavy

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: wildly intelligent, softspoken, excellent listener, creative, generally nice to strangers, witty, spontaneous, thrill-seeking, articulate, gentle

NEGATIVE TRAITS: erratic, unpredictable, often irritable, slightly elitist, somewhat snobbish, curt, garrulous, ostentatious

FEARS: honestly, none

HOBBIES: drinking, writing poetry, running, rock climbing, painting, reading, drawing, going to museums and galleries

HABITS: biting his nails, playing with the tags on his shirts

FAVOURITES

WEATHER: springtime-warm with just the slightest bit of rain; bonus points if it's sunny at the same time, so the rain catches the light

COLOUR: sky blue

MUSIC: jeff buckley, the strokes, fleetwood mac, the doors, the smiths, kate bush

MOVIE: he has a hard time choosing a favorite movie since it changes a lot, but right now he'd say the banshees of inisherin

SPORT: he was a huge hockey fan as a kid; that's since faded but he still knows a lot about hockey and watches it when he's homesick

BEVERAGE: a whiskey sour

FOOD: any pasta dish, bonus points if it has seafood in it

ANIMAL: he's a cat person, so probably cats, but he also really likes deep sea creatures 'cause they're weird looking

FAMILY

FATHER: james eagan, 55, lives in california

MOTHER: candace eagan (nee quincy), 54, lives in california

SIBLING(S): noah hayes, half - brother ( unbeknowst to him ), tom holland

PET(S): none

FINANCIAL STATUS: very, very well-off

THINGS TO KNOW

whittaker was born in 1998 to an extremely wealthy family. the eagans are well-known in sonoma for their heritage wine vineyard. whit has many childhood memories of running between the grapevines, playing chase with his mother and the family dog.

his father loves him, but has extremely high expectations of him and is the entire reason he's getting a phd. if it were up to him he would've quit after undergrad and sailed on his dad's coattails for the rest of his life, but alas !

whit is a pretty quiet guy - he doesn't go out of his way to talk to people and spends a lot of time in coffee shops and cafes, writing or reading.

he's generally nice. like, he likes to chat, will entertain a good conversation, and is naturally quite charming, but ......

whittaker is a fucking snob. like, if you picture what a harvard english major is like, that's whit. he's nice, sure, and relatively friendly, but he's definitely a rich kid. and he has no idea why people think he's "out of touch," which is even worse.

he's insanely smart. like, a genius. which makes the snob thing worse. sometimes he goes off on tangents about things without realizing it and definitely doesn't realize that it probably comes off condescending sometimes.

he is the definition of a trust fund kid, too. he's never worked a day in his life.

he does hate his family's wealth though -- he doesn't like the reputation it gives him.

he's a huge flirt, but like, not in an overt way -- he's just used to getting what he wants and will charm his way into having it !

he's never been in a relationship - sleeps around a LOT

noah hayes is his half-brother, although he doesn't know that. his dad has literally never told him about his little fling before he was born, let alone about the son that bore from it.

CONFIDENTIAL: whittaker tells everyone that he's in kings haven to take a break from studying and to write poetry, which is somewhat true, but he's also here because his parents are getting concerned about his habits ( read: his alcohol & drug use ). they don't know the true extent of it, but they know he's struggling with something and they're hoping some time away from his usual environment will help. so, they put him up in kings haven free-of-charge for as long as he wants, and whittaker likes it here so far.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

hookups ! he gets around quite a bit ( f / m / nb )

friends ... real ones. back at harvard he tends to self-isolate so he's still kind of learning how to actually hold down a real meaningful relationship. ( f / m / nb )

a good ol' unrequited love plot would be sweeeeet. in either direction ! ( f / m / nb )

people who think he's an asshole, bc there's gotta be at least a couple ! ( f / m / nb )

#khintro #x — 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨.

[nebris]

You can blame Geoffrey Chaucer for Valentine’s Day.

No matter how you personally feel about Valentine’s Day (which is this week, in case you hadn't noticed), don't forget that you can blame Geoffrey Chaucer.

Chaucer, you say? What does Chaucer have to do with it? After all, St. Valentine was a third-century Roman martyr, whose saint’s day is February 14. Hence, Valentine's Day. Simple, right?

Not so much. According to Professor Lisa Bitel, no fewer than three (3) different martyrs named Valentinus died on February 14th, all of them during a two-year period towards the end of the third century. Jack B. Oruch reports that the name was so popular that over 30 Valentines, not to mention “a few Valentinas,” ultimately achieved sainthood. However, no matter which Valentine you look at, their traditions and texts actually have . . . absolutely nothing to do with love or courtship.

As Oruch has noted, despite the claims of some critics, there is no evidence of any “Valentine convention” (as we understand it today) in “literary or social customs, before Chaucer.” Instead, St. Valentine—whittled down to one—became known in the centuries after his (their) death(s) as the patron saint of epilepsy. And beekeepers. 

And that was that, just looking after bees and seizures, until one Geoffrey Chaucer stuck his pen in.

The earliest known suggestion that Valentine’s Day was a day for lovers comes from Geoffrey Chaucer’s 14th-century poem “The Parliament of Fowls,” in which “Seynt Valentynes day” is the day “whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make” (i.e., in case it’s been a long time since AP English, when birds come to choose their mates). Considering Chaucer was basically the equivalent of a Kardashian in his day, the people—starting with his friends, of course, notably poets Oton de Granson III and John Gower—followed his lead and began to use the feast of St. Valentine for their romantic purposes.

The earliest surviving explicit “Valentine” we have is from about a hundred years later—in February 1477, Margery Brews wrote to her fiancé John Paston, calling him her “right well-beloved valentine.”

Why Chaucer thought spring was in mid-February is another matter. It’s still cold, my dude. Possibly it was due to the fact that “the date of the beginning of spring was far from being set firmly in the 14th century,” Oruch writes. Calendars were wildly different from each other, and in Chaucer’s day, if you looked at a calendar, you “probably would have found the beginning of spring marked at February 7 or 22 or (much more likely) at both.”

At the very least, Chaucer’s February 14th would have been more like our February 23rd, which at least gets us within spitting distance of March. So was Chaucer was just really ahead of his time on the whole global warming idea, or is this really is when birds choose their mates? According to Oruch, “quite a few birds do pair during February in England, including the missel thrush, raven, partridge, rook, heron, grebe, lapwing, and blackbird.” Okay, then. 

Poets like William Shakespeare and John Donne continued Chaucer’s tradition in their poetry, Bitel explains, further cementing St. Valentine’s reputation as a patron of romantic love. And, she writes, “by the 19th century, English consumers were ready and eager for cards with poems already printed on them, preferably decorated with love birds, hearts and Cupid (rather than the image of a headless Roman bishop).

The London Journal of 1858 supported the custom of exchanging observance love tokens on Valentine’s Day, declaring that it was both ‘natural’ and ‘proper’ that, at the start of spring, ‘the predominating sentiment in the human mind should be the sentiment of love; and to this accordingly the anniversary of our saint is directed.’ However, the publication preferred home-made cards to mass-produced Valentines, about which the editors opined: ‘If we were to give a general character, we would say they are very trashy and not a little vulgar; and . . .the production of mercenaries for hire.’

So whatever your hippie parents say, rebelling against the corporate nature of Valentine’s Day isn’t exactly new. But now at least you can blame all the lovey-dovey stuff on Chaucer—whether that makes you ignore or celebrate it depends entirely on your own temperament.

from

Literary Hub

#Valentine’s Day

[trboyrants]

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BASICS

First Name: Greyson

Middle Name: Arthur

Last Name: Holmes

Nickname: Grey, Greys, bitchass (from Thomas)

Gender: male

Age: 24

Birthday: February 14th, 1998

Birth Stone: amethyst

Zodiac Sign: aquarius

Sexual Orientation: straight

ROMANCE

Ideal partner? someone that he can have fun with, while also having similar goals in life. He wants to be able to have a lot of fun together while also getting serious when the time comes for it

What was their first kiss like? He had snuck a water bottle of vodka to school to impress the girl he liked when he was 13, she kissed him for the vodka but it was sloppy and she tasted like cigarettes

CHILDHOOD

Life Story: He is the eldest of a set of twins, and the second born of a total of four. He has always been rowdy and done whatever he wanted to, and it has gotten him into trouble many times. His parents want him to marry by the time he is 26 so he can claim his inheritance

Did he have an imaginary friend growing up? A blue cat named Lucky that he still occasionally talks to

Nurtured or neglected growing up? He was very much nurtured by his mother, but his father was more focused on business and his older brother

Closest family member? His twin brother, Greyson

Languages spoken at home growing up? English, but he learned French from one of the maids in the house while he grew up

Financial situation growing up? Very wealthy

PERSONAL

Do they ramble or are they to the point? He’s pretty to the point, isn’t afraid to speak his mind or talk about what he needs to

Does he have any addictions? He has a tendency to drink more often

What’s his biggest secret? He’s jealous of how his brothers were treated differently than he was

What is he obsessed with? Soccer, Manchester United

Does he have any pet peeves? People leaving socks on the floor, not picking up their cigarette butts

Does he have any superstitions? He doesn’t like to open umbrellas inside

What’s his favorite swear word? Asshole

One word they would use to describe themselves? Better than Tommy (it’s more than one word, but he simply doesn’t care)

Sense of humor? Dirty, he has a mind just as dirty as a teenage boy

What’s his soft spot? Tessa and his brothers

Favorite person? Tommy

Do they rent or own? He rents an apartment

Do they live in an urban area or rural? Urban

What’s their dream home? A house in the countryside big enough for his family to hang out and do things

How long can they hold a grudge? As long as he’s alive, and his ghost will come back to haunt their asses

APPEARANCE

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color: Dirty blonde

Hair Style(s): Longer and curly

Height: 6’

PERSONALITY

Personality traits: Charismatic, determined, funny, dedicated

Good Habit(s): He’s a clean freak and always likes things organized, does a load of laundry almost every day

Bad habit(s): He drinks a little more than most

Like(s): English breakfast tea, marmite on toast, American beer

Dislike(s): Ice cold water, hot dogs, and cool ranch Doritos

Hobbies: He likes to take Tessa on runs every morning, he’s in the local soccer club, likes to golf

Allergies: none

Fear(s): Losing his family

Fun Facts? He’s freakishly good at soccer

WORK

Ambition/dream: He would love to be a soccer trainer and teach little kids how to play

Occupation/Job: Works for his dad’s business

RELATIONSHIPS

Parent(s): David Holmes (father, Jude Law, 64) Theresa Holmes (mother, Emma Thompson, 49) Hanna Holmes (stepmother, Billie Piper, 28)

Sibling(s): Harrison Holmes (older brother, Joseph Morgan) Thomas Holmes (twin brother, Joseph Quinn) Lachlan Holmes (younger brother, Tom Holland, 19)

Best Friend(s): Thomas Holmes

Pet(s): Tessa (blue staffordshire bull terrier, 3)

EXTRA

Scent: Dirt and grass, clean laundry

Outfit(s): Joggers, athletic shirts, Nike trainers

Scars: a long scar on his right knee and his left ankle from surgeries for soccer injuries

Tattoo(es): Tessa’s pawprint on his right shoulder

Jewelry: a signet ring on his left ring finger

FAVORITES

Favorite Song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Arctic Monkeys

Favorite Food(s): Beans, marmite, and toast

Favorite Drink(s): English Breakfast tea with a splash of oatmilk

Favorite Color(s): green

Favorite Animal(s): An octopus

Favorite Number: 17 (his soccer number)

Favorite Season(s): Fall

Favorite Holiday(s): Thanksgiving

Favorite Time of Day: Late afternoon/evening

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

2/14/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Leviticus 5 - 7

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today is the 14th day of February, and you all know what that means. Happy Love Day to those that celebrate this day of, I guess, love. Some of you are like, It's the worst, most aweful holiday. I get it. It's not my favorite on a day where they're supposed to say, this is my token of love. And you're like, if it can't be five carats of diamonds, which it's never been, by the way, just get me a Snickers Bar. I'll be good with the snickers bar. But hey, I do not want to rain on the parade of love today. For those of you who are like, no, we do the whole Kit Kaboodle heart pancakes with red syrup. I don't know what you guys do, but Happy Love Day to all of those celebrating love of my life. And we are celebrating here today. We're not really celebrating. We're in Israel. We're helping to lead the charge. But I hope to find him a snickers bar somewhere. We're continuing today in the reading Leviticus, chapters five, six and seven. And this week we are reading the Contemporary English Version, Leviticus, chapter five.

Commentary

Okay, real quick, just again to remind us and keep us at the forefront of our awareness so that we don't lose sight and get lost in the sacrifice. And just think that God is really greedy for animals to die in his name and in his honor. Remember, this is an atonement for sin. This is a price for the forgiveness of sin. It is tedious work, intentional work, strenuous work, so that the people that God created for Himself to be set apart would perhaps remember the process to which they had to come and offer Him sacrifice in order to be forgiven so that perhaps they would not do it again. And I guess if you do these things enough times, you'd remember real quick. So you would think, right, look in our own lives, how many times do we struggle with the same things? And that's not to bring shame or condemnation, but to find an element of relatability to go, oh, yes, I usually don't think about it till afterwards and go, man, I wish I didn't do that. Or we do consciously premeditate the whole scenario, knowing, Man, I'm going to feel so bad afterwards, but I'm still going to do it because I want that instant gratification. We will compromise our morals to satisfy our desires. Oof, ouch, that hurts. But it's true. And if we want to go just a little bit deeper there, instant gratification can have very long term consequences on our lives. And we so quickly want to blame anybody else or anything else, except for our own need to fulfill our desires. And here's the thing. God knows this. So what we are seeing is the children of Israel, people being called and set apart for a greater purpose to remember the cost of sin, the cost of desires being satisfied. And so thank God we don't have to go kill a bull and put it on an altar and burn the fat and all of those things. But maybe we could today just consider what is it that my own selfish desires that I satisfy? What are those things keeping me from? Are they keeping me from relationships? Are they keeping me from dreams? Are they keeping me from relationship with God because I am so shamed by my behavior that I feel unworthy to come into his presence where forgiveness is eminent, where I have access to Him, but my shame is keeping me away, even though he extends an invitation to come to Him where he will forgive us. So perhaps that's a question we can sit with today.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for the progression of humanity. Thank you for the progression of the world coming forward. Thank you that you redeem all things and you make all things new. And so while we hear these rituals and these laws that you created for a people to be set apart and holy and Yours, I pray that we would consider the weight of our own sin that is costing us each something. And while we know that there is nothing that we can do that would separate us from Your love, we know that our sin can sure keep us out of intimacy with you and in other important relationships in our lives. Intimacy is what you long for with us. And so I pray, Father, as we hear these words today, that we would pause and consider what are the things that you detest? What are the things that are not pleasing to the heart of God? What things would you ask us to surrender and lay at the altar of sacrifice in our own lives so that nothing, nothing could come between us? And I pray in these moments, even here, right now, Father, that the Holy Spirit would convict our hearts and just bring to our awareness those things that we may be blind to, that we may just be completely unaware of. And then there's things that we know exactly what we need to give up. And it just can be so hard. So we ask for the helper, the comforter, the Holy Spirit to come and help us, guide us into all truth, direct us, turn us around in the opposite direction and go a different way. Than what? The patterns and the cycles and years of habit or our own rituals that we've created in our lives that are completely unhealthy to our spiritual beings? We surrender them here to you, now. May they burn up. And may that smell be a pleasing aroma to you of the things that we have given death to in our lives in order to embrace intimacy with you. God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Recap from Israel

Today was one of my absolute favorite days on the pilgrimage overall today started at the Mount of Beatitudes. And this was Jesus famous teachings. Very harsh words from Jesus, but very poignant words from Jesus. And perhaps they're not famous enough for a lot of reasons. Mainly just because I don't hear very many people talk about them as much as we could or should because of the punch that the words pack. But what a moving experience just listening to them. I closed my eyes, I looked out over the water and just envisioned the crowd that would be receiving these words from Jesus. And it was just a sweet moment. Ezekiel got up and read the Beatitudes specifically with Brian. Just to hear them read through the voice and the spirit of a child. That was so beautiful. We did have an incredibly beautiful day today. From there we went to Peter's Primacy. And this is a place where I have been wrecked repeated times for a variety of reasons, mainly because I love the water so much. The water was so calm, but it particularly glistens and dances at this place. Or maybe it just does to me, I don't know. But an important passage from the Book of John is read here. And this is after the ascension of Jesus, where he appears to his disciples after they have fished all night and he yells to them from the bank, cast your net on the other side. And you would think after fishing all night, what is just the other side of the boat going to do? But they did, even though they didn't recognize his voice. But after he tells them this, they know who he is because this is not the first time they've heard him say this. And they do so. And as they do so and pull all of the fish that they've now caught out, Jesus has already prepared breakfast for them. And it's maybe not a real big deal to you, but the humanity of Jesus cooking breakfast for his disciple, it wrecks me. It wrecks me with the thought, I guess maybe because I love to cook, I love to feed people good food in my home. And the Bible feeds us spiritually in itself. So I believe that's covered. So I think it's just something that speaks to my heart and to think that Jesus, both fully God and fully man, cooked a meal for his disciples. And then there's the exchange that he has with Peter, who before his death denied Jesus, denied his friend three times. And then we see the redemption and Jesus asking Peter three different times in different ways. Peter, do you love me? And Peter's response, Lord, you know all things. You know I love you. And Jesus tells him, if you love him, feed my sheep. Man, I just, it does something inside of me that I can't describe, obviously. But knowing in other stories that Jesus leaves the 99 to find the one that wanders that got away that gets away, that strays away. Because I think at some point in our lives we're all the one. And instead of discarding them, instead of writing them off, which we so often do, Jesus asks him if you love me, feed them. Feed the wandering. Feed the one that gets lost. Feed them. And what I hear is maybe if you feed them, they'll come home. And I don't know. I could go on and on and on. But that place, undoubtedly it got me again today. And just it's so beautiful and it's not even mind blowingly beautiful. It's simple. And I guess I just find in its most simple, true form sheer beauty. And then we wandered around Capernaum which has some beautiful ancient ruins there. Had a lovely lunch a new place we have never been to and newly opened. Just fabulous all the way around. And then we did the boat ride in the Sea of Galilee. On the Sea of Galilee. And I tried so hard to not like the boat ride on the Sea of Galilee because if you ask everybody what's the one place that stands out to you? It's the boat ride on the Sea of Galilee. But I couldn't beat them, so I joined them. I can't even put it into words the peace, the stillness in the day. And I understand it's not always like this. There's just really not adequate words again. I mean, I am a water person where the water just speaks to me but the beauty of the day the sun streaming down on the water where it just glistened danced. And to think of Jesus calling Peter out on the water to think of the storms that blew up and how terribly afraid the disciples were and Jesus calming the storms event after event after event taking place somewhere on this beautiful sea which is actually a lake, I learned. But we just had a time of worship on the way out to the middle of the sea and then Brian asks them to turn the motor of the boat off and we as a group collectively of close to 100 people experience just five minutes of peace five minutes of silence five minutes of serenity. And, boy, five minutes of silence can feel like an eternity. But when we think of how often we practice silence we practice peace, we practice serenity we realize, boy, we've got some work to do in this department. But we did it as a group. And again, it's just a place that I'm no good. I am no good in trying to keep it together. It was important to me to have songs worship in that place that reflect sing of tell of the glory and the goodness of God and not a song asking or reminding God what he's supposed to or what he should or what he can do for us. So that was my intention. And I tell you, I think it shifts the perspective when we reflect, when we think on, when we worship, when we speak of who God is and the relationship is not centered around what he should, can or absolutely is going to do for us. We can declare the faithfulness of God, but the faithfulness of God is not contingent on us getting what we feel we're owed or expecting or believing. For the faithfulness of God is he's faithful even when we don't get what we want, trusting in the one who knows better all the way around. So that was our focus today. It was a beautiful time together and then we ended lastly at the Valley of the Doves and we just took a moment in this valley looking up at these beautiful cliffs, rugged, weathered, strong and powerful, standing high above us and we literally just took a moment to breathe. Ezekiel joined Brian again and taught us the breathing prayer that they learned together during a very anxious time in Ezekiel's life. And we did it together to take a moment of intentionality, of leaving the wilderness, leaving the serenity and the peace and the calm of the sea as we head into Jerusalem, which will be chaotic, it'll be loud, it will be busy and it will be nothing like what we've just experienced. And so we took a pause of intentionality and ended our day. And it was a great day all the way around. The weather again, beautiful food, amazing experiences, poignant and this was day eight. So we are heading into the second week of our pilgrimage. Full days, full hearts, full bellies, tired bodies and we just can't thank you enough for your prayers that are sustaining us. Truly, we are so grateful and please do not stop now. We are still in this and we are in the thick of this and we need to finish well. So thank you. If you would like to partner with the Daily Audio Bible, we thank you so much for your partnership. If you're giving by mail, DAB PO Box 1996 Spring Hill, Tennessee 37174. I just was trying to think of my address in Israel, that's how tired I am and I was trying to figure out why I couldn't remember it back home in Spring Hill, Tennessee. There we go. Or you can hit the Give icon up at the top right hand corner of your mobile app. Lastly, look for the Give icon on the website if you need prayer. If you'd like to pray for someone that's previously called in for prayer, you can do so several different ways for you to do that. 800 583-2164. Once again, utilizing your mobile app, hit the Red Circle button up at the top right hand corner of your mobile device. You have two minutes on the prayer line. Turn your wheel to Submit or after submit, turn the wheel to Chronological there we go. And it will get to the right place. We are going to turn the page together tomorrow and come to you in the continuation of our pilgrimage from Israel. And we're going to turn the page together in the word of God. This is what we do every day until we get through the Bible together in a year. I'm Jill. Until then, love one another.

Community Prayer Line

Hello, DABC family. This is Dawn from Ohio. This is my second year through the Daily Audio Bible Chronological. My first year was last year and I found it to be awesome, such a blessing. So I begin my second year and I look forward to God revealing Himself more and more to me through the power of the Holy Spirit. And I'm just so grateful for this ministry. And I just wanted to come on today just to give a quick praise. And this is in regards to lots of prayer requests that come in about our prodigal children. I've called in about my own prodigal children, my son Matthew and my daughter Ashley, who are both prodigals but family. I see God moving in their lives. I see changes happening and I see veils being lifted and scales being lifted off of them, Lord Jesus. And I'm just so grateful. And I just want to come on and say thank you so much for everybody who's been praying for my children and for all the prodigal children out there. And I know for many of us, including myself, it was a long journey, but I'm so thankful that God allowed me to see just a peek of what he's doing. And I'm so grateful. I'm so thankful and continue to pray for all of our prodigal children. Heavenly Father, I thank you and praise you, God, for your love for our children. And I am so grateful, Jesus, that I know that you're going to bring them home. And I declare that in the power in the name of Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit, love you all very much.

My second year with DABC and my fourth year with Brian, and my second year with Ezekiel. And I just want to tell everybody hello, happy New Year, and ask that you guys would pray for the senior class of 2023. These babies are taking ACT tests on February the 11th, and I just want everybody to pray for them that they score high scores and they get grants to go to college. And I'm also asking you guys to pray for my brother Derek. He has a court appointed attorney and they know that he's incarcerated on false charges of retaliation, and you guys are just really sad. So I ask that you guys will pray for Derek that on March the 6th, all these charges be dropped, thrown out, and he get to come home to his six children and just pray for a supernatural miracle of him. It's just so sad that he's going through what he's going through. But my brother is not innocent as well, because he has wished so much hate and just even his own, not just me, but my mother too. But still, I don't hold grudges. I will pray for the devil, but please pray for my brother and my son Trayvon for this act test in his senior class. And I just thank you guys in advance. Thank you, DABC family.

Hello, my DABC family. This is Chicago Peg calling in specifically for Alaska mom. And he calls the custom prayer for your husband in that it's been, oh gosh, over half a year. Anyway, since last year you've been working on getting the Medicare Part B and you're asking prepare specifically for that and help in getting more neurological neurology I couldn't say that word. Help in getting appointments. And should you have surgery and you need a second opinion for all these things, we lift up for you. And with you, Alaska Mom praying for you and for your husband, praying for God's, wisdom, discernment and everything, what should you do and what shouldn't you do and when and how all these details are. God is a God of details, as you know. So we are lifting in prayer together with you in the wonderful, amazing name of Jesus, whom we love. So please call back with phase reports. I look forward to hearing from you Alaska moments. Thank you for your call. I still resonate with that because I also need help. And specifically with Medicare, I need help. But this call is not about me, it's about yourself. Let us pray together and lift each other up in Jesus name, amen. Amen. And always remember, as we breathe in his grace, let us breathe out his praise. In Jesus name. Hallelujah.

Dearest Papa, this morning we're bringing to you Pam from Utah and her son Scott. Scott has a variety of issues from Morphin's syndrome to being on the spectrum to needing heart surgery. This is a lot and he doesn't entirely understand what the heart surgery is about. Please give him comfort as he goes forward with the heart surgery. Please give Pam strength and the wisdom to know how to be there for her son. I know she's been a mom for 34 years, I've been a mom for. 34 years. But you never totally know exactly. It's a learning process as you go. So please be with Pam and give her the wisdom and the strength to be there for Scott and the best comfort him in this situation. Please heal his heart and make the recovery process from the surgery as minimal as possible so he can get back to his life, lord, and please heal the Marfan syndrome. It's a difficult disorder, and being on the spectrum itself is not the end of the world, but please help him to cope with the world. We thank you so much, dearest Papa. We love you so much. You are outrageously faithful and we bless you and we love you. Pam, this is your friend Adrian from maryland. Here's my detortise.

[pencil-for-a-dog]

Ok, I just made this for the pun, no gonna lie

I hope that you all see jasonette bc it was the intention

Have a happy Valentine's day!

#maribat #my fanart #maribat bee movie au #I did all this draw just for a pun #no regrets #6 HOURS #IT WORTH IT #i hope so #i just hope everyone could see Jason and Marinette bc i never learned how to draw jason and Marinette isn't marinette without her pigtails #ª #i almost forgot #jasonette #romantic jasonette #how do the English people call February 14th?? #For English people i mean English speakers #srry #i don't even know how to draw :( #no background #unless you say that white is -indeed- a background

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Pokemon Legends Arceus - Valentine’s Day Messages

So, around February 14th at 10 AM JST (Japan Standard Time), this tweet was posted at the poke_times twitter account. Basically, it said that to commemorate Valentine’s Day, we can receive messages from some Legends Arceus characters.

The way to get it is to click the tweet button at the link, then you would get one message from a character at random. Unfortunately, this has ended at 12 AM JST, so you aren’t able to receive one anymore at this point.

In total, there are 11 characters that will be selected randomly to give a message. They are:

1. Laventon 2. Cyllene 3. Kamado 4. Adaman 5. Mai 6. Arezu 7. Iscan 8. Irida 9. Lian 10. Ginter 11. Volo I haven’t seen the Official English Pokemon account did this Legends Arceus Valentine Message thing even after it ended in Japan’s time, so I don’t see many people talked about it.

So, I asked my best friend @mayoigotokurousagi​ to translate all of the Valentine messages! Thank you so so much! If there’s any mistakes in the translations, please let me know!

I put the original and translated messages under read more due to the length.

Galaxy Clan

1. Laventon

“My very dream! The fervent wish of the Survey Corps! At long last…… it's finally…… the end of our journey! Thank you very much for reaching this far with me!”

2. Cyllene

“Do you ever wish to not be bothered while you're trying to seriously face something? Stress eating…? It must be all in your head!“

3. Kamado

“You are a very capable member of our team. You know what comes next, yes? Commence the investigation!“

Diamond Clan

4. Adaman

“Don't go keeping everything to yourself. You know who to rely on when situation calls, right? Of course, it's none other than this ladykiller leader of yours!“

5. Mai

“Don't go disappearing from my face ever again, you hear me? Did you realize how much of a hard time you put onto me, just so I can search for you…? You're my trusted partner, after all!“

6. Arezu

“The Galaxy Expedition Team have taught me a lot of things. That's why, as your Captain, I'll protect you to the best of my ability…!”

7. Iscan

“To think you would… adore… a coward like me… I pray… for the day where… we can come and see each other… as we please…”

Pearl Clan

8. Irida

"Even to someone like me, who had to become a clan leader at such a young age, you never stopped giving me all the encouragement I needed. Thank you. Let's continue to explore this vast world together!"

9. Lian

“Keep this between us… I want to see you going wild again. You know, I greatly admire your power.“

Ginkgo Guild

10. Ginter

“Hello. Special item for the occasion is currently in stock…“

11. Volo

“Well, that's one thing to get my blood pumping. You persist to keep me intrigued… Now, how am I supposed to keep my curiosity under control!“

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #professor laventon #captain cyllene #pokemon kamado #pokemon adaman #pokemon arezu #pokemon mai #pokemon iscan #pokemon irida #pokemon lian #diamond clan #pearl clan #ginkgo guild #pokemon ginter #pokemon volo #i hope i have tagged everything properly...

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Strawberry shortcake

Valentine’s Day (Prompts)

Request:  @imerdwarf​ Ooooh I love your valentine's Day prompts! May I send in a request with dialogue #5 please for Bucky x Reader? I don't mind if you write smut or fluff 💜 thank you so much my dear friend 💜

“I’m your husband; I’m your automatic valentine.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  In a completely alternate universe, you and Bucky are an unusually quirky, but completely happy couple set in the 1940s, but nothing is as it seems.

Warnings: 40s. Parallel Universe, Fluff.

Word count: 2858

A/N: Inspired by WandaVision. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

It is known that some people live in a world of dreams, while others prefer to face reality as it presents itself to us; then there is you, who has turned your own reality into a dream.

A dim flame adorned the room from the centre of the table, making warm lights clash against the shadows. Duke Ellington set the melody to that Friday evening, while a sweet aroma of turkey confit wafted from the little nooks and crannies of the oven, drifting out of the kitchen and into every room. The ticking of the wall clock informed you that time was not standing still and that it was getting closer and closer to your arrival. You had taken your time to organise yourself, there was nothing you were better at and even more so when such an important day was about to arrive. You had bought flowers to welcome her into the hall, her favourite wine from the French vineyards and that perfume for you that you knew would melt as she approached to kiss you.

That day was no ordinary day, a red circle was surrounding that 14th of February and although you still hadn't figured out why, there must have been something special about it, that's why you had put your hands to work so that everything would turn out exquisitely. You knew that your husband would arrive tired from work, that that car company would leave him exhausted at the end of the week, but as a good wife you had been foresighted with everything. You wanted him to leave all the worries and problems behind and for that night to be as special as possible, and for that you had to radiate beauty. But maybe there was something else, to be honest you weren't a housewife like any other, that organisation was your forte didn't mean that you knew how to cook, how to keep a house and you were attentive to the care that a traditional husband needed, because neither you nor Bucky were what they call 'traditional'. But for one day in your life you wanted to try to be.

You had every corner of the kitchen under scrutiny, the orange sauce prepared, the potatoes cooked, the strawberry shortcake in the fridge and the turkey slowly cooking in the oven. You were able to nod to yourself and give yourself a smile of satisfaction that you had managed to complete each of those tasks without having to ask for outside help. You took off your apron, you knew it was the perfect time to do the finishing touches before your husband would be home in half an hour. You went upstairs to put the red lipstick on your lips and treat your earlobes to the earrings Bucky had given you for your birthday, you stood thoughtfully staring at yourself in the mirror, it was strange you could barely remember where you went to celebrate.

A roar from outside brought you out of your thoughts for a moment, you knew that sound, it was the engine of Bucky's car. Time had finally caught up with you, you slipped your slender feet into your high heels and sped down the stairs. His figure was visible through the translucent glass of the front door and when the door opened you raised your arms and gave him one of your broadest smiles, standing in the middle of the stairs.

"Good evening dear," you exclaimed in a sweet melody, continuing to pause on the fifth step. "How was your day?

Unlike you, Bucky's facial expression was rather more subdued, as he just looked at you without any encouragement, closed the door behind him and left the briefcase on the floor. In spite of your attitude your spirits hardly waned, and as you had intended, like a good wife you approached him to take his coat and scarf in your arms and give him the pleasure of kissing your lips.

"Is something the matter?" he frowned, letting himself take off his coat.

"Not at all. I'm just giving my husband the welcome he deserves," you argued, kissing his cheek, making Bucky smile in surprise at your behaviour.

"Interesting," he stood there watching you place his belongings on the coat rack in the hall. "Have you cooked?"

"Exactly," you affirmed, offering him passage to the lounge so he could make himself comfortable in the armchair nearest the fireplace, which was alight. "Turkey confit with orange sauce and strawberry shortcake. A glass of wine?"

"Is this about anything in particular?" he asked again after getting her to take a seat. "Am I forgetting something? Because if so, I beg your pardon, darling."

On the one hand you were surprised that he didn't know what that red circle denoted around the number 14 on the kitchen wall calendar either, but on the other you assumed he must have too much on his mind to focus on it. Still, you set out to celebrate in the most special way that night, so that whatever that mark meant, it would be a success.

"I don't think we have to celebrate anything in particular for me to want to cook dinner and help you get rid of work problems," you offered him the glass of wine and sat on the armrest. "I guess that's what you usually do."

"Then I have nothing more to say," Bucky set the wine glass down on a small table next to the couch and wrapped his arms around you causing you to fall on top of him.

The laughter of the two of you projected through you and crashed against the four walls. You were lying in his lap, which made it easier for your gaze to bring his face close to yours and offer you a warm, soft kiss on your lips, taking in much of the reddish lipstick you had just put on.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered for the millisecond he pulled away from you before returning to kiss you again.

The surroundings helped to create such a homely atmosphere, the Duke Ellington solos from the record player, the lights and shadows coming from the fire in the fireplace, the smell of the turkey confit coming from the oven...

"Shit!" you suddenly broke away from Bucky, trying to get up a little clumsily from the armchair to run towards the kitchen, where a smell of burning was coming from.

"What's going on?" Bucky followed you at high speed, stopping your hand that was going to open the oven to do it himself.

When that door opened a greyish smoke invaded the room, taking over as far as your eyes could see. Your emotions ebbed in that instant, accompanied by an insufferable moan of agony. Bucky took over the opening of the windows, allowing the smoke to fade away. You slumped over the counter, all the work of that afternoon had been for nothing, on the contrary, now you barely had anything for dinner. Light laughter came from inside your husband who stood beside you with his hands on his hips watching you.

"I'm not amused," you said, folding your arms as you stared at her lips stained with her lipstick. "I've been working so hard to make something decent for dinner tonight for when you got home. I had it all prepared, I wanted to surprise you and now it's all gone to waste."

"Sorry dear," Bucky stopped his laughter but a smile was still present on his face. He approached you and took your face in his hands. "I don't want you to do all this for me, but I really appreciate it. You know I'm happy with anything, as long as I share it with you. I don't need any of this."

"I know, but today is a special day and I wanted to do something special," you pointed to the calendar, a place where Bucky's eyes landed without taking his hands away from your face.

"I knew I was forgetting something," he whispered to himself and looked back up at you. "You may want to kill me after this question, but what are we celebrating today?"

You brought your hands to his and caressed them, your mind was really blank, you didn't have an answer to his question. You knew it wasn't either of your birthdays, you didn't really remember what day your birthday was, which was a little unsettling for you, but you knew it wasn't your birthday. It wasn't your anniversary either, nor were you pregnant enough to celebrate, there was no promotion at work, nor had you met anyone for lunch or dinner, as sadly you had just moved to that neighbourhood and had no friends. So what could that mark on the calendar symbolise?

"I don't know!" you exclaimed, completely frustrated at the situation. "I thought you would know, I've been preparing for this day all week and I don't know why. I didn't want to ask you because you would think I would have forgotten something important."

Bucky lowered his hands to your shoulders in an attempt to relax you, while his face wore a thoughtful expression, trying to figure out what day it was.

"Maybe..." he said with a blank stare. "No, I don't remember what we're celebrating today." A groan of exhaustion came from inside you. "But it doesn't matter darling, the important thing is that we're together, we have a delicious strawberry shortcake for us, a bottle of wine and Duke Ellington. What more could we ask for?"

You didn't know how but he always managed to make you feel as if you were the luckiest person in the universe, just having those blue eyes looking at you as if you were his life, made him your life. You stood on tiptoe, reaching up to his lips and trapping them between yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

"I love you," you mumbled still with your eyes closed.

"I love you more," he kissed your lips softly again, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him tightly and lifting you off the ground. "And now, let's have dinner."

He reached out his right arm, opening the refrigerator door to pull out the homemade strawberry shortcake you had prepared. You had to admit that at first glance it looked very good, you had done a great job in that regard, the problem was that you had tasted it during its preparation and the appearance didn't account for the taste, it had turned out too bland to become the main course. You had hoped that Bucky had lost all appetite with the unsuspecting turkey so he wouldn't want to try the pie, but things hadn't gone as planned.

"It looks great, my dear," he said, slipping a finger inside and popping it into his mouth, you frowned in anticipation of his approval. "And... it's really exquisite."

"Oh, please," you added almost with a chuckle, "it's awful, I know, I've been so dry and clueless. I'm such a mess."

"No!" he exclaimed sticking his finger back into the cake. "It's scrumptious darling, I promise."

You cocked your head to the side watching as Bucky was eating practically the entire cake in front of you, just to please you and make you feel no worse than you already did. That image you knew was going to stick in your memory, your husband with his face covered in strawberry jam, red lipstick around his mouth and his hands all smeared, smiling at you. You couldn't help but laugh, which caused him to pause as he sucked on his fingers.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked with a grin.

"At your face, it's a mess."

"My face?" he pointed to his face and then reached up to march your strawberry jam cheek."Whoops!"

"No!" You exclaimed taking a step backwards in laughter, you reached your hands out towards him, in a vain attempt to stop him, as he counterattacked again. "Buck! Hold still."

"Now who's face is a mess?" he asked cornering you in between the countertop and his body, in an attempt to make a Picasso on your face.

His attempts to turn your face into a work of art stopped and you were able to open your eyes again to watch him, playfully reaching out your tongue to taste the jam that was smeared across his cheek, causing a half smile to take over his features.

"You were really right, it is exquisite," you said, unconsciously biting your lower lip.

"I told you so," he whispered repeating your movement, licking your nose very slowly, and then placing a kiss on your lips.

As if on cue, the front doorbell rang, interrupting the moment of intimacy you had forged in the kitchen and bringing strawberry jam into the room. Strangely you both looked in the direction of the front door, wondering if you were expecting a visit from someone in particular. Bucky broke away from you and turned with the intention of opening the door.

"Honey!" you exclaimed after him, approaching him with extreme speed with a napkin in your hands to clean up the mess you had both created on his face.

"Thank you," he kissed you again and placed his hand on the doorknob to open the door.

The situation was that the gesture he brought was quite peculiar, you were standing next to your husband, flashing your sweetest smile, which was instantly wiped away when that door showed you two figures even more smiling than you.

"Happy Valentine's Day from the Pierces!" exclaimed an ostentatiously dressed woman in a pink dress. "We're sorry to disturb you at this hour, I'm Susan, and this is my husband Alexander. We've organised a small barbecue for the nearest neighbours, and we wanted to invite you to join us for dinner, so we can get to know each other once and for all," she looked you up and down with a tiny giggle. "If you're not busy, of course."

They were a rather peculiar pair at first glance, or so it seemed to you, though seen from the outside at the time you and Bucky weren't exactly the most ordinary thing in the neighbourhood either. Your prejudices marked that Susan looked like the neighbourhood gossipy neighbour who offered a smile to your face but then behind your back criticised any move you made, on the contrary Alexander had a rather funny moustache and seemed to be terrified of his wife, what caught your attention the most was a distinctive pin on his jacket lapel that read 'HYDRA'.

"Of course!" you exclaimed with a slightly unfounded tone. "We'd be delighted to attend, I was just talking to my husband today about how much we were looking forward to meeting the neighbours if only they were half as charming as the neighbourhood."

"You'll see we're all one big family," Susan replied, taking your hand in hers. "Well, I'll see you now. The others will be delighted when I let them know you're coming."

After several comments and a long goodbye, the door closed behind you, causing your features to return to their normal state. Bucky watched you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a response to the strange attitude you had just maintained a few seconds before, but you only gave him a half-smile.

"So Valentine's Day?" you said, walking into the living room, where the LP had ended but the needle was still spinning. "How could we forget something like that?"

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and you did the same by wrapping yours around his neck, dancing to the sound of silence.

"Maybe because Valentine's Day is every day for us?" he said moving closer to your lips but not quite touching them.

"Good point," you affirmed, brushing his nose with yours.

But at that moment the discovery that you had forgotten Valentine's Day was a tremendous disappointment inside you, compounded by how disastrous the dinner had turned out.

"So, even though I'm a little late... will you be my valentine?" a wide smile that reminded your husband of childlike innocence fell across your face.

"Darling, I'm your husband; I'm your automatic valentine." he closed the distance to your lips. "And I'll remain so for the rest of your life."

The depth of the kiss deepened, adding gentle brushes between your tongues, rediscovering again and again what your taste was, until Bucky suddenly broke away.

"Wait, do we really have to go to that barbecue?" he whispered in disgust at the thought.

"I think we're in control of our lives," you narrowed your eyes with a smile, "so we can do as we please."

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[k-hiphop-trash]

GROOVL1n PROFILES AND FACTS

It was founded on June 26th 2019.

RAVI

Real name: Kim WonSik (김원식).

Nicknames: Ambidextrous Rapper, Lava, Lucky Boy.

His stage name Ravi means “charming”.

His favoucolours are black and white.

His hobby is body training.

Among the members of VIXX he sleeps the most.

His most valuable belonging is his lyrics notebook.

He is allergic to dust.

He enjoys drinking coffee at night.

Heloves doing graffiti.

Hehas several tattoos including: “YOLO, You Only Live Once” on his chest; an angel on his left side; “Love attracts love to the wearer”.

He was born on February 15th 1993.

He was born on Jamsil Dong.

He is 183 cm.

His bloodtype is O.

Hehas a younger sister.

He founded his own hiphop label GROOVL1n on June 2019.

He won the 2020Brand of the Year Awards: Idol Variety Star.

He is part of the k-pop group VIXX and part of the sub-unit VIXX LR, were he is a rapper and dancer.

He went to Seoul Jamdomg Elementary School, Jamsil Middle School, Jamsil High School and Howon University with a master in Musicology.

He is a very good MC and is a fairly good freestyler.

Ravi’s ideal type is a pretty and self-conscious woman.

His motto is “You Only Live Once”.

His favourite artists are Kanye West, A$AP Rocky, Chris Brown, Drake, Big Sean and August Alsina. He is also a fan of G-Dragon.

He became part of VIXX because he was one of the winners of the show “Mydol”.

He features on Chad Future’s new music video “Rock the World”.

He wrote the song “What U Waiting For” thinking of the members.

Park MyungSoo offered him to work together when he was impressed after his cover of the song “Fire” on his show “Park Myun Soo’s moving TV”.

He participated in SMTM4 but was eliminated.

He wrote VIXX LR’s “Beautiful Liar”.

In June 2018 he produced a song for the girl group ELRIS.

To promote one of his albums he held a guerrilla concert at Gangnam station.

On April 2nd 2017 he uploaded a picture of a French Bulldog to his Instagram officially introducing “Buttie”, VIXX’s new member. His nickname is “BADA$$”.

He debuted as a soloist on 2017 with his mini album “R.EAL1ZE”.

He is part of the group “Parka Friendship”, including Taemin (SHINee), Kai (EXO) and Timoteo and SungWoon (HOTSHOT). His song “Ravi Da Loca” mentions their name to express his gratitude towards them. He says his best friends are Taemin and Kai.

He appears in Brian Joo’s MV “Let This Die”.

If he were a girl he would go out with N among the VIXX members because he is really nice and reliable and he would probably not be a cheater.

He is the 3rd idol with more songs registered to his name.

He won the golden medal in bowling with Ken on the Idol Star Athletic Championship 2018.

Jellyfish anounced on May 24th that he would be leaving the company but will still promote with VIXX.

He cares a lot for the members of GROOVL1n.

He has a YouTube channel with a mini series were he interviews different artists.

CHILLIN HOMIE

His real name is Jeon WooSung (전우성).

He was born on September 3rd 1999.

He is 178 cm.

He was born in Seoul but lived in Pohang for a long time, which is why he considers Pohang his hometowm.

He started rapping at 18.

He debuted in 2018 with his single “Gang Move”.

He joined GROOVL1n on 19th September 2019.

He is part of NFL crew.

On Februa 1st 2020, he released his first EP album “Saviour from the Hell pt1” with a music video for his title song “WASSUP”.

He rapped for 2 years before applying for SMTM at 20.

He was a contestant on SMTM777, SMTM8 and SMTM9.

He used to play piano when he was young but his fingers didn’t straighten well so he learned to play the piano and the flute.

He got his first tattoo at age 20 on his face which says in kanji “better safe than sorry”; meaning you have nothing to worry about if you are prepared. He also has a chain tattoo on his left arm that has the birthdates of the members if NFL Crew.

In SMTM9 he was a member of team Giriboy&Zion.T with Wonstein, Lilboy and Skyminhyuk.

He made it to the mic slection stage on SMTM9, but decided to drop out due to his panic disorder. Due to this, rapper Skyminhyuk performed a solo stage on his place.

He appeared talking to Ravi, the CEO of his label, about his mental health and Ravi showed lots of interest and preocupationfor his well being.

His career role model is JTONG.

He uses English on his songs because it sounds nice and looks good.

He used to go everywhere, including SMTM recordings using public transportation, but since signing with GROOVL1n he goes on the label’s car. He says this is one of the many benefites of having a label to back you up.

He also said that during the two first times he participated in SMTM he looked rough and grubby, nothing like in SMTM9. He also said that he once asked for new music equipment and the company bought it for him in a short time.

He likes clear weather and dislikes rain and snow.

He loves football and his favouclib is Pohang Steelers from K league and Arsenal from Premier league. He has a friend that play on Pohang FC and his favourite Arsenal player is Hector Bellerin.

In order to learn and understand English he uses the translator and watches translated songs.

He featured on Ravi’s single “ASURA” along with other GROOVL1n members that was released on December 7th 2019.

He’s worked with artists like Mckdaddy, DSEL, Eptend, Wonstein, LilBoi and others.

With his upcoming album he wants to break the strong image that a lot of people get from his rapping.

COLD BAY

His real name is Oh InSeob (오인섭).

Nicknames: Cold Valley, Coldy.

He was born on July 7th 1993.

He was born on Iksan, North Jeolla.

He is 182 cm.

He has 2 older sisters.

His bloodtype is O.

He went to Korea University.

His first music tour was with Ravi.

He debuted on July 22nd 2019 with his single “Ruined”.

He collaborated with Ravi and Xudo on the track “Fashionable (prod. gXXD)”.

XYDO

His real name is Park ChiWoong (박치웅).

Hewas born on January 29th 1994.

He debuted on August 14th 2019.

He is from Seoul.

He collaborated with Ravi and Cold Bay onthe track “Fashionable (prod. GXXD)”.

He was an underground R&B artist.

He collaborated with Ravi on his song “Hoodie”.

He says his name is hard to pronounce in English so you can just call him C.W.Park.

He already completed his military service.

His stage name, Xydo, comes from: “Try” in English is “시도하다” in Korean. The pronunciation “Shido” is similar to Xydo and he wanted a name without preconceptions, so he chose Xydo.

He says music is his best friend and that he can share it wether he is happy or sad.

He isn’t sure of how long he’s been pursuing music.

He likes songs made to express himself.

About his music: he does want his music to be tied up in one place and doesn’t want to categorize it into any genre. However, if he were to do this, he would say R&B and Pop.

He says he wants to be different from other artists and says that he wants to show his own colours.

He likes Jamie Foxx, Miguel, Nao and wants to work with Ruel.

He likes watching movies, specially ScyFy, and if the weather is good he likes to play basketball.

To people that wants to pursue music: finding your true self is the most important and he is still doing that himself.

He says having international fans is awesome and that it suddenly feels like his world is wider and brings a new perspective. He also wants to visit any place were there is a fan of his no matter how far.

One song he recommends: “I like many genres rather than just one thing. From what I’ve listened to lately, I would like to recommend “Remember Me” by Umi.

A song of his that he recommends: “Lee Sang”, because everyone tries to do something they want. I think there were times when it felt like something was getting farther and farther away.

When he feels down and feels about to guve up, he tells himself: “Believe in myself”.

A song he’s proud of is: “Drawing”, because there were a lot of difficulties in making the song but he overcame them.

NAFLA

His real name is Nicholas Choi and his Korean name is Choi SeokBae (최석배).

He was born on February 28th 1992.

He is from Pasadena, California.

He went to University of Southern California.

He was a member of MKIT Rain.

He is a member of 42 crew.

He is 162 cm - 169 cm.

He has an eyebrow piercing.

He likes to die his hair red.

The name Nafla means”Natural Flavour”. A friend of his thouht of this name after drinking something that said “100% Natural Flavor”.

He joined Groovl1n on December 22nd 2020.

He has a tattoo on his left arm.

He has collaborated with artists like Babylon, Dumbfoundead, Dynamic Duo and Woo Taewoon.

He would like to collaborate with Frank Ocean.

He went to Universit with Killagramz. They used to exchange messages through Facebook.

If he wasn’t in MAKIT Rain, he would like to be signed in 1llionaire.

As of 2016 he lived on his studio.

He has been friends with Ravi for a while.

After Show Me The Money he remained good friends with Kid Milli and often jokes around that he is a member of Mkit Rain.

He founded MKIT Rain with Loopy.

Some Mkit Rain members were involved in a marihuana scandal when they were caught smoking it, Nafla was one of them. He later made an Instagram post apologising for his behaviour. However, his charges were dropped since it was the first time he committed an upinfraction regarding this matter.

During his 60 second evalua in SMTM, The Quiett said it was the first time such a good quality rap and performance was shown on national tv.

When he gets dresses, he chooses his hat first and coordinates the outfit to compliment it.

His top favourite rappers (2016) are: #1 Gaeko, #2 Beenzino, #3 E-sens, #4 Lobsta, #5 G-Dragon.

He and Loopy met in a bathroom during a concert in the USA.

The car he won in SMTM777 was given to Loppy as a present to thank him for everything he had done for him.

He won SMTM777 with team Giriboy&Swings.

According to Loopy, Nafla was thinking about leaving MKIT Rain for a while and his leave was officially confirmed through Instagram on early December 2020.

He won Best Mixtape of the Year 2015 with “This & That”.

Nafla has a lot of respect for Just Music, specially Swings and Vasco.

Nafla was involved in a diss with CJamm. Neil, who was in the same crew as him, Young Creation, dissed CJamm and somehow Nafla got involved. It was nothing serious and there weren’t any bad feelings afterwards.

During SMTM777 he was selected as the leader on the group battle and every of his team members said he was really nice and helpful. Regarding this, he said he was happy to have Loopy by his side because he has a lot of experience and helped him a lot.

Source: https://kprofiles.com/chillin-homie-profile-and-facts/; https://kprofiles.com/ravi-vixx-profile-facts/; https://kprofiles.com/cold-bay-profile-facts/; https://kprofiles.com/xydo-profile-facts/; https://kprofiles.com/nafla-profile-facts/

#groovl1n #ravi #vixx #coldbay #cold bay #xydo #chillin homie #nafla #smtm #mkit rain #show me the money #khiphoptrash

[we-are-inevitable]

Is spot in the small town au?

yes!!

okay so i'm just gonna list everyone and give a little rundown of their place in the au!

this is REALLY long, but please feel free to ask me about any of them !!! i love them so much!! please !! so, here it goes:

SMALL TOWN AU CHARACTER LIST:

Jack Kelly:

17 or 18, depending on when it takes place

Birthday: July 3rd

Jack is involved in the rodeo circuit. He primarily participates in barrel racing, though he also participated in steer riding- basically the junior equivalent of bull riding for 7-13 year olds.

He has two horses, Dolly (10) and Cash (6). Dolly is his pride and joy and is the horse he trains with most often. She's also his main rodeo horse. Cash is ,, just kind of there, but he's a fun time and Jack works with him as well, though Cash isn't as experienced in the rodeo circuit. He's more of a recreational horse.

Jack is also a student, entering his senior year. (All fics that have been uploaded take place in the summer between junior and senior year.)

He's bisexual (though it's a long process for him to be able to admit it, to himself and to anyone else).

He lives on a farm on the outskirts of town with his father, Daniel, a harsh and unsupportive man who rarely shows up to any of Jack’s events. The farm is fairly large and successful; they raise cattle for stock shows and have had a long partnership with the butcher in town. Jack also raises hens on his own and sells the eggs as a side hustle for some extra cash because, like, why not?

side note: his chickens are his 'ladies'

Jack has an interest in art, the history of the 'wild west', and politics. He hopes to go to university and major in either Studio Arts or Graphic Design, but he's scared that he will have to stay home on the farm.

David Jacobs:

18

Birthday: May 11th

David is everyone's favorite city boy. He was born and raised in Manhattan, though his family relocates to a small, rural town in the American southwest because of a job opportunity for David’s father.

Naturally, David has no clue what to think. He goes from being an out-and-proud gay teenager to being shoved back into the closet, and he doesn't come out to anyone until at least two months after they arrive in town.

He’s Jewish, and is actually a polyglot; he can speak English, Hebrew, Yiddish, Polish, French, and Spanish. All of the Jacobs kids can speak Hebrew, Yiddish, and Polish- just because it’s kind of a family thing? David’s grandparents don’t speak much English, and Esther and Mayer wanted their children to be multilingual.

David is also a student going into his senior year. He's very active in extracurriculars; he takes all AP classes, he does public speaking, he enjoys volunteer work, etc. His resumé is extensive and impressive.

He meets Jack because Les, ever the inquisitive child, saw an ad for the rodeo and basically begged to go. Since Esther and Mayer were busy, and Sarah already had work, David volunteered to take him.

This is where they meet Jack, and David falls head over heels for the boy.

Anyway, David doesn’t exactly *like* living in a small town like this, but the people he meets are more genuine than anyone he’s ever met in the city.

When he goes to university, he wants to major in English Education, with a double-minor in Creative Writing and Comparative Literature. But there’s something about this little town that makes him want to stay close and not go to a huge university across the country.

Katherine Pulitzer:

17

Birthday: January 30th

Katherine is a barrel racer, just like Jack. She’s actually one of the best around; she’s beat Jack more times than he can count, and has the most wins under her belt- more than anyone in their group.

She’s whip smart, too. She takes AP classes, she’s taking concurrent college courses- she’s basically the golden child.

Her horse is named Shakespeare. I will not budge on this.

She loves reading, obviously; she has, like, three bookshelves in her bedroom alone.

She actually doesn’t look like a typical Southern girl. Unless she’s barrel racing or training with Shakespeare- when she wears jeans, a button up, and boots- she wears skirts and heels and has very extravagant makeup; she doesn’t like taking herself too seriously.

She’s going to college for Journalism, and hopes to be a reporter for a big news station. Her father isn’t particularly fond of this decision, mainly because he wants her to stay in town for the rest of her life and run the town newspaper, but Katherine has bigger aspirations.

Charlie “Crutchie” Morris

17

Birthday: August 12

Though Crutchie isn’t directly involved with the rodeos, he’s a huge helper- mainly because he’s the one who takes care of everyone’s horses.

Not really, but kind of. His family owns the veterinary clinic in town, so he often goes with his parents on farm calls, and basically works for them. Everything he knows about animals has been learned from a lifetime of living behind the vet clinic, spending lunch hours watching surgeries, and going to different farms every weekend.

He’s best friends with Jack Kelly. They actually met because of the clinic; Crutchie would often come to the Kelly’s farm with his mother whenever they went to check on the horses or the cattle.

He does a few different sports, both through the school and through different leagues in the surrounding areas.

He's going to major in Animal Science in university, then go to vet school! He hopes to expand his family's clinic.

Antonio "Racer" Higgins

17

Birthday: February 14th

This boy. Thiiiiis boy. He's one hell of a fun time. He throws the best bonfires, he knows all the line dances, and he's the life of the party wherever he goes.

But he's also really fucking intelligent. Like, 32 on the ACT intelligent. He could go to any school he wants to go to, and he's going to major in Animal Science like Crutchie- but he's actually planning on participating in the collegiate rodeo circuit, and hopes to go professional after college.

He's a snarky little smart-ass, but he's one of the most genuine people. He tells it like it is, because being honest is more important than saving feelings.

But he's also a complete softie! He gives really good hugs and is one of the most affectionate people in the group.

Albert DaSilva:

18

Birthday: October 30th

Albert is a senior like the rest of them, and he's one of the only ones- like Crutchie- not directly involved in the rodeos.

He's always there, though! He loves the atmosphere and likes supporting his friends!!

Albert works at his Uncle's auto shop. He's really handy and loves it. He loves cars, loves working with his hands, and loves the technical side of things.

Whenever Jack needs help with his truck, an ancient Dodge Dakota, Albert is right there. He also works on trailers and stuff!

Albert is also really into welding. He's been welding with his Uncle since he was, like, 13, and he's going to go to a technical school instead of college so he can get his welding certification.

Sean "Spot" Conlon

18

Birthday: December 10th

Spot is involved with the rodeo! He doesn't barrel race, though; he does saddle bronc and bull riding.

He also used to do calf roping when he was younger.

He's one of the most intense guys around. He loves rodeo and loves the community; he's serious about it, and- like Race- he hopes to go professional as an adult. He's also, of course, looking to be involved on the collegiate level.

But he also knows how to have fun. He likes bonfires and likes getting together with his friends, and he has the best sense of humor; he makes the funniest, quickest jokes and no one ever expects it from him.

I've talked about this before, but Spot isn't the best at having heart to hearts. He's very business-minded, but his love language is gift giving! He's just,, not very conventional at it.

He gives random gifts like sticks and rocks, but everyone loves it anyway. He's good. He's a good guy.

And that's that !! There are a few more background characters, of course, but these are the mains. I hope you guys enjoy this !!

#small town au #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #katherine plumber pulitzer #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #crutchie #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #racetrack higgins #race newsies #racetrack newsies #albert dasilva #spot conlon #newsies #ask a jac !

[scotianostra]

On October 15th 1586 the trial began of Mary Queen of Scots at Fotheringhay Castle.

Settle down, this is a wee bit longer than my normal posts,  some state it started on 14th, but it concluded on the 15th, so here we are.

You might remember my post a month ago when Mary arrived at her last "prison", the place where she would ultimately spend her last days and meet her end.

If the history books are to be believed. Mary Stuart first sighted the ancient castle towers from a path called since the "days of the Domesday Book", Perryho Lane, on hearing the name Perryho,  she is said to have made a melancholy little play on the name exclaiming aloud, ‘Perio! I perish.’ and indeed she did.

Mary was always a threat to the English Queen Elizabeth’s rule. Seen by Catholics as the true catholic ruler of England, there was many a plot to bump off Elizabeth and put Mary on the throne.

For almost 20 years Mary was dragged around England and locked up in its various castles. Having said that she was allowed certain freedoms including rides in the countryside and hunting trips, Fotheringhay was different.

Despite the size of the castle  Mary found herself incarcerated in comparatively mean apartments: this brought back all her phobia of a secret killing, the sort of barbarous death that stained the history of English medieval castles. The most notorious being one Edward II son of Longshanks, "Hammer of the Scots" who some say was murdered at Berkeley Castle, Gloucestershire by being held down and having a red-hot poker inserted inside his anus, and his screams could be heard miles away. although most historians do question whether it is true or not, the fact is he was murdered.

When Mary's servants reported that many of the state rooms had been left empty, Mary drew the correct conclusion that she was about to be tried, and the rooms were awaiting the arrival of dignitaries from London. Just after two weeks later on, October 1st she was informed by her keeper, Sir Amias Paulet that her misdeeds were now to be punished by the interrogation of certain lords, and advised her in her own interests to beg pardon and confess her faults.

Mary's reply was that Paulet  was behaving like a grownup with a small child, asking her to own up to what she had done. Then she went on more seriously: ‘As a sinner, I am truly conscious of having often offended my Creator, and I beg Him to forgive me, but as Queen and Sovereign, I am aware of no fault or offence for which I have to render account to anyone here below. …’ And she concluded loftily: ‘As therefore I could not offend, I do not wish for pardon; I do not seek, nor would I accept it from anyone living.’ For those who know anything about the Stewart monarchs this relates again to the Divine Right to rule, and they would only answer to God.

The charges against Mary were to do with a conspiracy to kill Elizabeth and replace her with Mary, her fellow conspirators included among others, John Ballard, a Jesuit priest, Weshman Thomas Morgan, a close confident of Mary's, and Anthony Babington, a Catholic noble who is said was the ring leader, the plot has gone down in history bearing his name The Babington Plot.

Whilst locked away, Mary advised the plotters, both in terms of strategy and how to ensure she’d win the English throne. And naturally as the ‘rightful’ ruler of England Mary would be the one to sign off on the plot starting. he plot took shape during the summer in 1586.

Babington informed Mary that he represented a group who planned to kill Elizabeth and install Mary as the new Queen of England. Babington asked for her support of their plan. Mary responded, asking for more details.

Unfortunately for Mary, the plot had been infiltrated and Elizabeth I’s own spy master, Sir Francis Walsingham had been using the letters to entrap Mary and get her to call for Elizabeth’s murder. 

Mary agreed with the plans, but did not authorized the assassination. That did not matter however, because Walsingham's spies intercepted the letter. The letter was deciphered and copied but this time a postscript was added. According to the new letter, Mary authorized the assassination. Walsingham had his proof, and so with this false evidence Mary was indicted.

Before the trial even started Ballard, the Catholic priest, was arrested and tortured. It is said that by the time he arrived at his execution site, John Ballards limbs were barely in their sockets, as a result of the torture he’d undergone, of course during his torture he gave up the names of others involved, the main man being Babington, in September the men were executed one after the other and forced to watch as they, in turn were hung drawn and quartered, the same age old punishment for treason. 

After the gruesome bloodbath attention turned to Mary.

Now I'm not saying Elizabeth was faultless in all this but she wasn't keen on trying her Mary, not just because they were cousins, it would set a precedent trying and ultimately executing someone still seen as most of Europe as the rightful Queen of Scotland. Her hand was being forced by her advisors like Walsingham, indeed they had their eye on disposing of the troublesome Mary for some time forcing through an act of Parliament the year before called The Act of Association: this provided means whereby a commission of twenty-four peers and privy councillors might be appointed to investigate any conspiracy or attempt to hurt Elizabeth ‘by any person or with the privity of any person that shall or may pretend to the title to the Crown of this realm’. 

The punishments for anyone found guilty under this act were to be two-fold: firstly they were to be deprived of their title to the English crown forever, and secondly they could be lawfully put to death under the provisions of the Act. It had been quite clear at the time that this Act had been especially framed in order get rid of our Queen, it was tailor made for her. 

The records of Mary's trial were compiled by the notes of those present, who included two persons designated as writers. It would have been nearly impossible to write by hand every word uttered in the courtroom. Some say Mary spoke very broken English due to her time spent in France., I myself find this hard to believe, yes she had been educated in France, but the Four Mary's would have made sure the young Queen could speak the Scot's tongue, at very least.

Mary's defence was set out mainly that, she wasn’t an English subject and therefore couldn’t be held as an English traitor. She’d been denied legal counsel or the right to view evidence being bought against her. Oh and the age old she was a Queen. Anointed by God. It would literally be a sin to kill her.

Therefore, how accurately were the writers able to record her statements? Whose spoken words were left undocumented? Which statements in particular? Did the two journalists favour Mary or Elizabeth, and if so, did they allow this to influence their notes of the trial? A completely accurate record of the trial is unattainable due to the faultiness of its records, some historians just filled in the blanks to suit themselves, depending on their own leanings.

When the trial concluded, Parliament gave speeches and had open discussion about Mary's sentencing. They also held audiences with Elizabeth. During the audiences held between Parliament and Elizabeth, Elizabeth gave two speeches. In her first speech, she declared that if it were not for "the safe and welfare of my whole people, I would (I protest unfeignedly) most willingly pardon her."   Elizabeth asserted that Mary was bound to the English laws but reaffirmed that the late act "was no ways prejudice to her." Rather, Elizabeth explained that the law was in place to warn her, but since Mary still acted against the Queen and the law "was in force," there was no reason not to "proceed against her according to the same.' But, if the laws almost explicitly name Mary, then why did Elizabeth feel the need to restate that they were not prejudiced against her? Now I know I deflected some of the blame away from Elizabeth earlier but It seems that this was just another way for Elizabeth to maintain her image of innocence. 

Furthermore, Elizabeth explained that because of "this last Act of Parliament" she must "order for her [Mary's] death" The Councillors' plan to somehow remove Mary as a threat had worked. Elizabeth felt her hands were tied in the matter due to the Acts of Parliament, which the Councillors had drafted with specific language aimed toward Mary. 

Eventually, Mary's sentence was issued and proclaimed in the English countryside and towns. Immediately following the proclamation, Walsingham drafted the warrant for Mary's execution. The speed at which these documents were drafted  show that Elizabeth's Councillors were adamant about having Mary executed.

In late December of 1586, Elizabeth had the papers for the execution drawn up. On February 1st, 1587, she signed Mary's death warrant. 

I wont go into the execution as I normally post all the details on the anniversary of her death, February 8th 1587, I will however add a few more lines regarding King James VI and letters between Elizabeth and him.

Around the same time Elizabeth signed the warrant, she sent a letter to James, who had earlier requested that his mother be sent into the neutral custody of a foreign prince. 

In her response, Elizabeth asked if James thought her "so mad to trust my own life in another's hand and send it out of my own?

She also refers to the "absurdity of such an offer. In this letter, Elizabeth placed the focus on James's offer rather than on the circumstances surrounding Mary at the present time, basically awaiting her fate. She did not say she was unwilling to give Mary to a neutral prince because she was either considering signing the execution warrant or had already done so. 

Elizabeth withheld from James any more of a response than was necessary. It seemed that she intentional1y focused this letter's content on James's request to divert attention from her intention to sign Mary's death warrant. 

After Mary's execution, Elizabeth wrote another letter to James. Elizabeth referred to Mary's execution as a "miserable accident which (far contrary to my meaning) hath befallen"  

Elizabeth claimed innocence in calling for Mary's execution, but what she wrote next left a sense of doubt as to her innocence in the matter. She told James that she had "now sent this kinsman of mine ... to instruct you truly of that which is too irksome for my pen to tell you.'d While one may infer that Elizabeth sent a kinsman to explain the actual happenings of Mary's execution you  have to wonder if that was truly the case. Could Elizabeth have sent this "kinsman" to explain what she would not want left documented on paper? Elizabeth would have known to not leave a self-incriminating paper trail regarding her true role in Mary's execution. Thus, she sent a "kinsman" to explain the actual circumstances relating to Mary's execution. 

The truth behind what this kinsman actually told to James will forever stay a mystery because these words were just spoken in a private audience and not documented in a letter, just like Elizabeth wanted. The final question remains: was it the work of the Councillors that called for the execution of Mary, Queen of Scots, or did Elizabeth I play  more active role than she wished to admit? 

I myself believe the Councillors did not need to have their arms twisted to call for Mary's execution. They perceived Mary as a threat and made it their top priority to remove her Queen Elizabeth's full part in the murky affair will always be up for debate. 

As ever I have used a lot of different sources when compiling this, if you want more on the trial check the article below out, remember though every source is different so not all that is written here will relate entirely to my post, it is however a more in depth analysis of the trial. 

https://erenow.net/biographies/maryqueenofscotsantoniafraser/27.php Pics are a depiction of the trial and part of the Babington letters held by the English National Archives, more on that here https://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/spies/ciphers/mary/ma2.htm

#Scotland #scottish #The Stewarts #the stuarts #mary queen of scots #elizabeth i of england #history

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hi ! i’m laney ! ada’s background got a little long winded ( sorry not sorry ) but the tldr; sad girl turned sweet party girl turned sad girl again . if you like this post i’ll come plot with you ! i can be reached on disc @ 𝖍𝖊𝖝 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙#5769 . it’s easier for me to keep up with but if you prefer tumblr , that’s cool too . 

(    scarlett    leithold     &     elizabeth    lail      )    bopping     along     to   teenage    dream     by   katy    perry   is     adalia         haas        -        foster   ,     the     twenty    one   year     old     cisfemale     thrown     back     to     their   psychology   days     with     some   of     her   memories     .     voted     most     likely     to     put    others    first     ,     ada     was     known     for     being     devoted     &     obstinate     ,     go     figures     you'd     always     find     them     making     out     at     a     frat     party     ,     but     grew     up     to     be   pragmatic     &   sepulchral        .      ✎      laney     ,     21     ,     she/her     ,     est     .

trigger warning : death , child loss , self - harm , alcoholism , adultery/infidelity , car accidents . 

                    the   basics

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  : adalia  josephine  haas  -  foster  .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  :  ada  .

𝐚𝐠𝐞  :  twenty  -  one  .

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡  :  february  14th  .

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  /  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬  :  cisfemale  /  her  :  she  .

​𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞  :  san  diego  ,  california  .

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  :  american  .   german   .

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬  :  english  .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨  :  idk  yet  lmao  .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬   :      sun    kissed    skin    gleaming    under    the    warm    sun    ,     saccharine    vowels    falling    out    of    glossy    lips  ,  too    many    unanswered    texts    and    missed    calls    to    ever    get    rid    of    the    notification    bubble    ,    an    eagerness    for    affection    she    could    never    shake   .

                    background

your    unwed   parents    were    elated    but    nervous    to    welcome    two    children    into    the    world    at    once    .    you    arrived    twelve    minutes    ahead    of    your    sibling    .    before    you    ,    they    had    never    seen    a    sparkle    in    someone’s    eyes    as    bright    as    yours    —    one    deep    &    cornflower    blue    ,    the    other    dipped    in    honey    with    speckles    of    gold    .    the    first    eleven    years    of    your    life    were    blissful    ,    content    ,    easy    -    going    .    you    were    the    flower    girl    at    their    wedding    .    your    father    was    a    pilot    in    the    marines    .    your    sweet    mother    didn’t    know    a    thing    until    it    was    too    late    .    she    was    a    labor    &    delivery    nurse    with    long    hours    .    she    was    a    bit    of    a    treehugger    .    you    grew    up    recycling    &    never    eating    a    meal    with    animal    products    .    when    she    wasn’t    working    ,    she    was    taking    care    of    the    kids    .    she    didn’t    notice    when    he    came    home    too    l  a  t  e    .    or    when    he    didn’t    swing    by    during    lunch    .    she    had    no    reason    to    suspect    he    was    fooling    around    during    his    deployments    (    and    his    days    off    ,    for    that    matter    )    .    one    day    there    was    a    knock    at    the    door    .    a    fellow    officer    had    come    by    to    tell    mrs    .    haas    that    she    had    fallen    pregnant    ...    with    mr    .    haas’s    baby    .    by    the    time    mr    .    haas    pulled    into    the    driveway    following    a    tiresome    shift    ,    you    were    long    gone    .    

you    adapted    to    the    san    francisco    area    well    enough    .    the    burden    of    two    children    was    getting    the    best    of    your    mother    so    you    never    complained    .    when    your    oma    came    to    live    with    you    ,    things    were    starting    to    look    up    for    you    .    conversations    with    dad    were    fleeting    but    he    told    you    he    missed    you    .    and    he    loved    you    .    he    told    you    about    your    new    baby    brother    .    thirteen    would    be    the    last    year    you    received    a    birthday    card    from    your    father    before    you    stopped    hearing    from    him    at    all    .    your    mother    went    into    travel    nursing    that    same    year    .    she    needed    an    escape    .    a    new    start    .    but    she    wouldn’t    uproot    her    family    again    .    so    as    she    traveled    the    continental    u.s.    ,    you    &    your    sibling    stayed    behind    with    oma    .    you    were    always    a    mommy’s    girl    .    she    was    your    idol    .    and    then    she    was    gone    .    you    formed    a    friendship    with    your    oma    .    you    learned    her    recipes    ,    the    shows    she    liked    &    the    songs    she    loved    to    sing    .    but    the    scars    on    your    wrists    proved    how    lonely    you    truly    were    .    

your    life    was    dull    .    you    wanted    to    feel    something    .    cutting    led    to    drinking    which    led    to    parties    which    led    to    boys    .    they    said    they    adored    you    ,    but    you    quickly    learned    that    only    meant    they    adored    what    was    in    your    pants    .    when    you    didn’t    put    out    ,    they    made    up    lies    .    you    kept    your    circle    small    from    that    point    forward    .    you    looked    out    for    them    &    they    looked    out    for    you    .    your    brief    brushes    with    love    &    the    lived    experience    of    divorce    hardened    you    .    until    you    saw    him    .    alexsander    knew    the    rumors    of    course    ,    but    that    didn’t    stop    him    from    asking    you    on    a    date    .    in    the    beginning    you    were    afraid    .    stand    -    offish    .    but    he    won    your    heart    .    you’d    be    inseparable    ever    since    .    you’d    never    seen    a    love    quite    like    his    .    gentle    ,    passionate    ,    devoted    .    his    flaws    were    merely    tiny    hiccups    in    your    happily    ever    after    .    you    could    fix    him    ,    the    way    he    fixed    you    .    when    it    was    time    for    college    ,    you    couldn’t    let    him    go    .    rom    valley    wasn’t    too    far    away    from    your    old    life    with    oma    .    with    a    tank    full    of    gas    &    a    couple    of    hours    on    the    road    ,    you    could    easily    visit    .    so    you    left    .    you    joined    a    sorority    &    other    organizations    .    your    job    at    twin    peaks    was    supposed    to    be    ironic    but    your    quite    the    chatty    cathy    .    lonely    men    were    eager    for    your    conversation    ,    so    ,    the    money    was    good    .    not    that    you    needed    it    .    but    the    independence    felt    nice    .    you    majored    in    psychology    because    you    wanted    to    help    girls    who    reminded    you    of    yourself    .    college    was    the    best    time    of    your    life    .    

you    would’ve    sworn    that    happiness    would    last    forever    .    then    you    got    the    call    from    your    mother    .    she    was    thousands    of    miles    away    &    frantic    .    she    said    oma    had    a    heart    attack    .    in    the    three    hours    it    took    to    drive    home    ,    she    passed    away    .    you    were    crushed    .    but    alexsander    was    there    .    he    made    sure    you    didn’t    slip    through    the    cracks    .    he    supported    you    through    your    grief    .    life    returned    to    normal    after    a    few    months    .    the    guilt    lingered    .    you    smiled    through    it    .    when    you    graduated    ,    you    began    working    for    a    publishing    company    .    a    professor    recommended    you    for    the    job    ,    actually    .    you    loved    it    .    you    got    married    .    you    had    a    baby    .    alina    .    because    she    was    the    light    of    your    life    .    if    you    couldn’t    have    the    perfect    family    then    you    would    make    your    own    .   it    slipped    alexsander’s    mind    to    pick    up    his    daughter    from    practice    .    you    chastised    him    ,    reminding    him    that    nothing   was    more    important    than    his    family    .    you    were    hit    by    a    drunk    driver    going    above    the    speed    limit    .    only    ten    minutes    away    from    home    .    of    the    two    passengers    ,    only    you    survived    .    they    told    you    in    the    hospital    that    she    died    on    impact    .    your    precious    alina    didn’t    feel    any    pain    .    but    you    did    .    you    couldn’t    eat    or    sleep    .    you    fell    into    a    deep    depression    .    a    wife    who    loses    a    husband    is    a    widow    .    a    child    that    loses    its    parents    is    an    orphan    .    there’s    no    word    for    a    parent    who    loses    their    child    .    that’s    how    awful    the    loss    is    .    and    where    was    your    prince    ?    drowning    his    sorrows    in    brown    liquor    .    when    you    lost    her    ,    you    lost    him    too    .    you    tried    to    help    .    you    tried    to    set    aside    your    grief    to    heal    him    too    .    it    didn’t    work    .    the    man    lying    next    to    you    was    a    stranger    .    so    you    left    .    you    took    your    time    filing    for    a    divorce    .    you    put    all    your    focus    into    writing    a    book    .    the    tale    of    a    girl    who    lost    every    love    she’d    ever    known    .    it    was    you    .    a    new    york    times    best    seller    .    you    toured    the    world    sharing    your    story    .    your    mother    served    your    husband    the    papers    a    month    before    the    reunion    .    the    event    completely    slipped    your    mind    .    

                    personality

you   can    be    one    of    the    most    loyal    people    any    could    ever    encounter    because    you’re    is    so    thoughtful    &    generous    .    everyone    knows    you’re    goal    -    oriented    .    naturally    ,    it’s    rather    difficult    for    you    to    let    people    in    so    when    you    actually    do    care    for    someone    you’ll    will    go    to    the    ends    of    the    earth    to    prove    her    friendship    .    even    in    a    platonic    sense    you’re    often    embracing    others    ,    holding    hands    or    placing    pecks    on    the    cheek    .    you’re    innately    charismatic    ,    perceptive    ,    &    observant    .    your    radiant    personality    has    it’s    less    admirable    side    .    you’re    known    to    be    a    little    too    sensitive    ,    sarcastic    ,    envious    ,    bellicose    .    a    mix    of    her    upbringing    &    her    aquarius    sun    sign     .   your    life    has    made    you    jaded    .    you’re    not    the    bottle    blonde    you    were    in    college    .    you    can’t    have    a    meal    without    having    a    drink    .    there’s    a    crack    in    your    smile    that    even    you    can’t    hide    .

#child death tw #death tw #car accident tw #self harm tw #alcoholism tw #adultery tw #whew that's a lot of triggers #ik this has spelling errors don't @ me

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Considering your probably doing stuff with Saeran’s AE, I doubt you’ll do this match up for my newest addition to my many CMCs, at least not today, probably not until Monday, and thats fine! Do it whenever you like. Cus Sae  takes priority for me as well- I’ll do anything to do with him before all else lol

WARNING: Mentions of depression, suicide, and self loathing.

Full Name: Emmeryn Williams

International Age: 24 (AS) 25 (OS)

Korean Age: 25 (AS) 26 (OS)

Nicknames: Emma, Em, Eryn (Pronounced Like Aaron)

Blood Type: AB-

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual & Romantic (Does Not Care For Gender)

Marital Status: Single 

Ethnicity: American (British & Scottish In Ancestry)

Nationality: South Korea

Religion: Christian (Formerly) Does Not Belong To Any Religion But Does Believe In God And Stuff

Birthdate: February 14th, 1991

Zodiac: Aquarius

Height: 5'9 ft (175 cm)

Weight: 128 lbs (58 kgs)

Status: Alive (All Routes Except in a Custom Bad Ending, Known As “Self Loathers Fate”)*

*In Emmeryn’s custom bad ending timeline, Emmeryn’s mental health because so bad that she ends up giving in to her inner suicidal urges, hanging herself to be discovered by authorities 5 days later. Just to show how little her grandmother cares for her, she honestly didn’t even cry nor care about Emmeryn’s death, and though she never voiced it, she was glad she was gone because Emmeryn was more of a burden to her than anything else.

Occupation: Online College Student 6th Year In Search of Masters Degree in Computer Science, Part-Time Waitress

Hobbies: Playing Video Games, Sleeping, Obsessively Fawning Over Favorite Video Game Characters, Drawing Fanart, Writing Random Ideas For Video Games In Her Notebook, Spending 12 Hours Studying Or More A Day Studying And Doing Schoolwork

Likes: Video Games, Drawing Fanart, Researching Korean Culture

Dislikes: Herself, Spiders, People Forcing The Curtains of Her Room Open, People Mocking Her For Her Height

Affiliations: RFA

Relatives: Father (Deceased)

Mother (Deceased)

Maternal Grandmother-In-Law

Background: Emmeryn is an American girl who majors in Computer Science at her college. Emmeryn’s mother died giving birth to her, and her father committed suicide straight after, saying in his suicide note that he blamed Emmeryn for her mother’s death, leaving her in the care of her maternal grandmother (who was her mother’s stepmother) who was living in South Korea. Since she was young she was always very introverted, preferring the company of her stuffed animals to other people. She was always very awkward when it came to talking to people anyway, and her grandmother decided for the sake of not embarrassing herself she would keep Emmeryn away from other people if possible. Her grandmother overall neglected Emmeryn, forcing her to raise herself, which she didn’t mind at all, as it gave her more time to do what she liked. Emmeryn had always had a bit of self-loathing, mostly due to her grandmother treating her like a burden and often saying things behind her back about how she doesn’t like some part of her whenever she thought Emmeryn couldn’t hear (when in fact she could). After Emmeryn turned 18 she immediately moved out of her grandmother’s place into a small studio apartment, but it was good enough for her. Since she was quite young Emmeryn had always wanted to make video games, and so decided to study Computer Science in college to do so. She chose to do online school to avoid interacting with people. 

In her 3rd year of college (she was 21 at that point) she discovered her father’s suicide note when visiting her grandmother, and her self-loathing skyrocketed immediately (remember, her father said he blamed Emmeryn for her mother’s death and hated her. Also, at that point, Emmeryn didn’t know her mother died in childbirth, and that only intensified her self-loathing 

). She ended up barely leaving her apartment anymore except for work and to buy things from the store. 

Emmeryn is a girl who doesn’t particularly like being around people. She hates the world and most people in it and prefers video game characters instead because in her mind “They can never hurt you” and that they’re “Better than real-life people”. She could be called lazy because she seems so carefree when in reality she works really hard in college and has straight As. she often comes off as apathetic and distant, but when she cares about someone, she is fiercely protective of them and cares for them deeply. However, due to her self-loathing, she’s often very self-deprecating and some people find that annoying. She’s also a bit insecure about her height as she’s taller than most women and many people just don’t like tall women, including her grandmother, who is shorter than her. Emmeryn overall prefers to stick to her little world in her room where she can pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. However, inside, she’s one big catastrophe away from pulling the trigger. 

It’s probably an understatement to say she has moderately severe depression, as well as insomnia (the insomnia is caused by her often stays up extremely late studying and or playing video games.)

Trivia:

Emmeryn has dark brown hair and amber eyes. Emmeryn has literally no friends, seriously. She even avoids talking to people online.  Emmeryn got into drawing and writing as part of her want to make video games one day.  Emmeryn had one friend when she was younger who didn’t judge or care about any of the flaws which she hates, however, they themselves had severe depression and committed suicide when she was 15, heavily affecting her mental health for years to come.  Emmeryn knows both English and Korean. Emmeryn doesn’t actually know that much about Korean culture despite living in South Korea, and so has a desire to learn more about it as she is fascinated by it.  Emmeryn met Rika once before by bumping into her at a grocery store, but they never met again afterward as Emmeryn quickly ran away from her because of her default reflex to run away from everyone she encounters outside of work. — Submission

I match you with... 

Yoosung! 

You’re the kind of person that tends to get a little... unsure of yourself. You have a hard time listening to your own own because every time you find the use of it, someone is speaking over you and making you feel bad for existing. That’s not a right thing for anyone to do to anyone. It’s exhausting and it hurts, but you have ways to cope with what’s bothering you. With that in mind, you need someone who sees you for you and puts you first. I think it would be sweet for you to learn your boundaries and trials with someone who knows that feeling, and Yoosung is the one for you. 

He would know what it feels like to be... unsure and at blame for what’s not really one’s fault. So, I imagine the two of you are the types to sit together and play games as well as talk about what may be bothering you. It’s just easy to talk to him and you don’t have to worry about him being too much for you. He’s just the right amount of sweet and forward. He wants to hold your hand and let you know how great he thinks you are. 

Yoosung knows what she deals with, if not to the same extent. Being with someone who understands him helps justify and work on himself, you know? Get ready to slowly but surely get out of the house to enjoy yourself much, he wants to take you out and show you that you have a right to have fun, too. 

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[phgq]

QC locks down 14 areas, village halls amid rising Covid-19 cases

#PHnews: QC locks down 14 areas, village halls amid rising Covid-19 cases

MANILA – The Quezon City government has placed 14 areas under a special concern lockdown due to an increase in the number of coronavirus disease (Covid-19) infections.

Mayor Joy Belmonte, in a virtual press conference on Wednesday, described the rise in Covid-19 cases as a surge that is already disturbing.

“Kahit na hindi pa masyadong nagbabanggit ng national government na serious ang situation, tingin ko serious na ang situation namin dito sa QC medyo alarming na, medyo disturbing na (Even if the national government does not say that this is already a serious situation, I believe that here in QC, we are already in a serious situation that is already alarming, disturbing),” Belmonte said.

The 14 areas under the special concern lockdown are the following:

-The portion of Durian St., Barangay Pasong Tamo -- starting February 25 -L. Pascual St., Barangay Baesa -- starting February 26 -De Los Santos Compound, Heavenly Drive, Barangay San Agustin -- starting March 1 -49 & 51 E Rodriguez Sr. Ave., Barangay Doña Josefa -- starting March 4 -Paul St. and Thaddeus St., Jordan Park Homes Subdivision, Doña Carmen, Barangay Commonwealth -- starting March 4 -No. 237 Apo St., Barangay Maharlika -- starting March 4 -No. 64 14th Ave., Barangay Socorro -- starting March 6 -No. 64-B Agno Ext., Barangay Tatalon -- starting March 7 -No. 46 and No. 50 K-9th St., Barangay West Kamias -- starting March 8 -No. 90 Gonzales Compound, Barangay Balon Bato -- starting March 8 -No. 2A – 4 K-6th, Barangay West Kamias -- starting March 8 -The portion of Sitio 5, Jose Abad Santos, Barangay Sta. Lucia -- starting March 9 -No. 138-178 Orchids St. and No. 153-159 Jasmin St., Barangay Central -- March 10 -No. 43 Salvador St., Barangay Krus Na Ligas -- starting March 10

Belmonte clarified that they are only placing portions of villages where there is a concentration of Covid-19 cases.

She added that three barangay halls will be closed for them to be able to test their barangay personnel after some tested positive for Covid-19.

Belmonte also assured residents from these areas that the city government will be distributing food packs and essential kits to the affected families and that they will undergo swab testing and the mandatory 14-day quarantine.

As of 8 p.m. Tuesday, Belmonte said the City Epidemiology and Disease Surveillance Unit has recorded 2,100 active cases reflecting a 6 percent increase, bringing to 34,591 the total number of cases in the city.

“We have a shortage of doctors who will do the rounds of patients, we have been in talks with the private sector and we will be hiring some doctors from the private sector whose only task is to do the rounds and certify patients who have fully recovered from among those who belong to the old cases,” Belmonte said in a mix of English and Filipino.

Belmonte also noted that most instances of Covid-19 transmission now happens within the household.

“You will notice na karamihan or 28.03 percent ay household transmission, that is 213 individuals. Unknown o hindi natin malaman kung saan nila nakuha yung sakit is 19.74 percent (most or 28.03 percent are household transmission, that is 213 individuals, those whose origin of transmission is unknown is at 19.74 percent),” she said.

Belmonte reiterated the call to QC residents to strictly follow the imposed health safety protocols, most especially observing the safe physical distancing.

“I do not find this percentage (capacity reduction) not so helpful to be honest because you can have a ballroom but if everybody sticks together even if it's only 40 percent of the capacity but people tend to congregate to socialize because it’s a party, they talk to each other, the transmission will occur no matter how big the venue is. Unless of course, they’re chained to their seats,” she said.

Despite the alarming rise of Covid-19 cases in QC, Belmonte said that a citywide lockdown is not being considered at the moment as this will impair the local economy.

Aside from the strict enforcement of minimum health protocols, she said they are now also in talks with barangay officials, mall and restaurant managers, and other stakeholders in the city to come up with measures to help curb the rise in Covid-19 infections. (PNA)

***

References:

* Philippine News Agency. "QC locks down 14 areas, village halls amid rising Covid-19 cases." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1133211 (accessed March 11, 2021 at 01:21AM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "QC locks down 14 areas, village halls amid rising Covid-19 cases." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1133211 (archived).

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[clarketomylexa]

any given tuesday

a day late for clexa week day 3 ‘cause uni is kicking my butt...

They're a perfect cliche: the time traveller and the immortal. 

Kissing Clarke feels like the ending to a Nicholas Sparks novel and with the pressure of her lips, the entire word slips away.

read on ao3

The coffee shop sits empty between the lunch and breakfast rush.

The hours that Sunday sees filled with eggs benedict and post-yoga chatter is silent on weekday mornings—a ten forty twilight zone in which writers, procrastinators and a single, hassled English Lit major thrive—and Lexa watches from across the street in the rain, fingers wound around the stem of a green umbrella.

It looks undeniably normal from here; the pin-striped awning, the gold letters on the window, the green bulb of the 14th Street station glowing outside it the February gloom. Having given up on customers, the hostess stands behind the counter, sipping an unwanted coffee from a paper cup while the barista is on break.

It could be any given Tuesday if it weren’t for the time traveller sitting in the corner most booth.

She appears to Lexa in fragments as she crosses the street, the reflection of the walk signal lurid and white in the puddles beneath her feet. Each facet of her—the chipped blue nail polish, the slope of her smile, the shine of a gold hoop earring nestled beneath light hair—finds Lexa in isolation, like a broken Picasso or a dream.

If it weren’t for the waitress stooped down to clear an empty plate from the table in front of her, Lexa would be tempted to believe she is just that.

A dream.  

It’s been seventy years since Lexa last saw her and she looks exactly the same.

Everything from the way she sits to the way she holds her mug to her lips reminds Lexa of the night they met—of silk and lace and cigarette smoke. The memories are so vivid they set her teeth on edge.  

The café is bigger than she thought it would be when she steps inside—bigger than she’d imagined it to be all of the years she’s stood outside on the pavement, waiting for the right time to go in. The pin-striped booths wrap themselves away around the corner of the counter one side of the restaurant and the wallpaper is light and airy. Lexa drapes the thick wool of her coat over one arm and lifts her hair from the collar of her turtleneck, scanning the restaurant for the figure she saw from outside.  

“Would you like a table?”

When she looks back the waitress is watching her politely.

“No thank you. I’m meeting someone.”

It’s strange to hear herself say the words out loud. She can’t count how many times she’s played out this exact scenario in her head—how many times she’d imagined what she would say or how it would go when she could finally step inside. Now that she’s really here, it doesn’t seem real.

The waitress disappears and Lexa ventures further into the restaurant, unwrapping her scarf from around her neck.

She can see her there by the window: elbow resting on the table, a coffee shop pamphlet spread out on its surface, fingers pressed to her temple as she reads. She doesn’t look up when Lexa approaches.

“Clarke.”

Lexa sees the exact moment Clarke registers her: the twitch of the fingers on her left hand where they rest on her fork, the flutter of lashes as she lifts her eyes from her reading and the reddening of her cheeks. When she looks up, the smile on her face is familiar and open. She looks almost relieved.

“You came,” she says, gesturing for Lexa to sit down as casually as if she’d invited Lexa out on a coffee date the night before and it occurs to Lexa quite suddenly that, for her at least, she did.

The thought ignites fears in her belly she hadn’t even considered until now.

She’s been in love with Clarke Griffin since the moment she met her—this blond paradox of a girl with her strange clothes and foreign words. A single night together was all she needed to know that she would tear down the decades to find her again but it’s been so long since then—she’s been so many things to so many people—it’s impossible she’s the same person as the one Clarke left.

Looking at Clarke now, she sees the same girl as she had that night—the same girl who left her alone in an empty bed the morning after with a name, date and address and the words ‘come find me’ on a slip of white paper. She sees a modern sweater over the silky dress she’d worn and her own kisses drying on Clarke’s stained lips and it makes her keenly aware of just how much time has passed.

Is it possible she’s spent the better half of a century clawing her way back to a girl who might not love her back?

The thought seems too awful to bear.

The waitress returns before Lexa can find an answer, placing a stack of pancakes and a milk jug of syrup on the table and Clarke thanks her happily, rearranging the food that’s already there to accommodate it.

There’s a feast laid out in front of her — eggs, bacon, toast and home fries. When one of the plates doesn’t fit, she shifts a stack of empty ones to the nearby table.

“Sorry,” she gestures to the spread with her fork once she’s finished—eggs, bacon, toast and home fries—and covers her mouth as she chews. “It helps with the nausea.” From travelling, Lexa thinks. She remembers Clarke telling her. “You must get that too?”

Lexa shakes her head. She doesn’t—not nausea at least. There’ll be pain sometimes, deep, ingrained pain in her calves and the backs of her knees as the years sweep past like the outgoing tide—growing pains, Anya calls them, and maybe she’s right—but she can’t blame Clarke for assuming wrong. Time travelling and immortality do seem to inhabit two ends of the same spectrum of existence.

The smile on Clarke’s face falters at Lexa’s answer but doesn’t disappear completely. Instead, it morphs into something deeper. A cavern opens behind her eyes, full of understanding and it dismantles Lexa entirely.

“How long has it been?”

Clarke doesn’t have to explain for Lexa to know what she’s asking. She must know—she must have done the math—but hearing it out loud is what makes it real so Lexa swallows and looks around the empty café before answering.  

“Seventy-four years.”

Clarke looks like she might cry.

“I’m sorry I left so quickly,” she says.

Lexa shakes her head.

“I’m sorry it took so long to find you.”

It’s an insensitive joke—the smile Clarke returns to her is one part fondness and two parts disbelief—but it’s been so long now that Lexa feels she’s earned the right to make fun of such things if only to stop her heart from caving under the pressure.    

It had taken two months for her to conclude Clarke Griffin as she appeared to Lexa that night wouldn’t exist for quite some time and another nine before she found any Griffin’s whatsoever within the Continental United States to base her search off of when the time came.

Once she did, it was a waiting game.

Clarke appeared to her everywhere then: in newspapers and history books, framed black and white photographs on mantels and restaurant walls. It seemed that, despite all of her charms, she hadn’t quite picked up on the subtleties of her trade as much as she probably ought to have.

Either that or nobody knew to look.

Lexa did though. By 1954, sightings of her had become so frequent Lexa had a collection dedicated to them: magazine clippings stuck with paste to the pages of leather Moleskine and mentions of her name circled in smudged, ballpoint ink in an effort to pinpoint where she would appear next.

One particularly odd hardback found tucked behind a shelf in a shop claiming to sell ‘Old, Used & Rare Books’ told the story of a blond-haired, blue-eyed bastard niece of a Tudor King who appeared at court for a week before promptly disappearing, leaving the mystery of her identity in her wake. Another — a glossy book of 19th-century photography with a blue fabric cover — printed a portrait taken of her in 1867, colourised in pink, red and baby blue.

It was a comfort if nothing else—collecting that is.  

A lifetime sat between her and the date Clarke had given her that night—an infinite combination of people and places to pass through—and the fear of not making it to the one that mattered was an ever-present companion, the thought of meeting her in the middle the only thing that could soothe it.

The more she collected, the more solid her plan became, sealing itself like hard clay into her subconscious. She didn’t have to wait. She didn’t have to play this game. She could subvert the universe—intercept her before their time—and it would be OK.  

Looking at Clarke now, Lexa knows how wrong she’d been.

Aside from the obvious flaws—them being that one: Clarke didn’t have a pattern, and two: any time she encountered Clarke other than the one prescribed was almost certain to end in disaster according to every novel, film and television show that she’s come into contact with since—the knowledge that there was never any path for them other than this one is glaringly obvious in the light of their reunion in the way it never was back then.  

It was fate that led her here—fate, destiny or some wide-eyed combination of the two—just like it was fate that led Clarke to her all those years ago; a self-fulfilling prophecy of which the only outcome could be this moment, so singular and unique in its existence, it could only have been crafted just for them.  

Clarke knows this, too.

It’s why she’s looking at Lexa like that; an expression so specific and intense Lexa feels it slung through her own body. It’s sad, she thinks—achingly, soulfully sad—but soft too, in a way Lexa hasn’t felt since the night they met since Clarke’s fingers smoothed through her curls and her lips breathed champagne bubbles over her rouged cheeks.    

It makes Lexa—hanging here in front of Clarke by a decades-old promise—scared.

“Do you want anything to eat?” Clarke asks, nudging the bowl of home fries in Lexa’s direction. She smiles shyly but there’s a tightness around her mouth, a plea in the furrow of her brows that screams for Lexa to say something—anything.  

Lexa doesn’t know how.

How do you explain to someone that they’re all you’ve ever wanted? How do you tell them that you’re afraid you won’t be the same to them?

“If it’s no trouble,” she answers eventually and watches the way Clarke’s tense shoulders unravel.

//

Noon sees the lunch crowd filter in—gallery owners and bookstore clerks chased over the twelve o’clock streets by the rising sun—but no one notices the reunion taking place in the corner of the café, the two of them cinched together over the tabletop, as if by some invisible, decades-old string.

It’s weathered this string. It has borne the brunt of so much heartache—so many years of waiting—but it’s still pulled just as tight between her own heart and Clarke’s as it was seventy-four years ago and it gives Lexa hope that they will be OK.

“No!” Clarke groans, cheeks red as she pours over the photograph in her hands. It was already an artefact when Lexa found it at an estate sale in Long Island back in 1994 but now the thick, white border and it’s spidery blue caption— Rebecca’s Birthday, October 1976 —is yellowed and the corners are creased from being handled. “Tell me I didn’t look like that!”

“I think the bell-bottoms are fetching,” Lexa smiles innocently, playing with the damp string of her teabag.

She loves watching the way Clarke talks; loves hearing the cadence of her voice and seeing the way her lips quirk. It’s the little things that disappear when all you have to remember someone by are captured likenesses and the relief that Lexa feels at being able to piece Clarke back together into a whole person again is so strong it’s almost physical.

“No one looks good in bell-bottoms,” Clarke shakes her head in disgust and Lexa laughs.

“Tell that to the person who lived through them.”

As soon as the words are free of her lips, Lexa wishes she hadn’t said them. Wishes they’d stayed trapped inside of her alongside every other dark, unpleasant thought she’s ever had but, try as she might, she can’t claw them back. All she can do is watch Clarke’s shoulders tighten, her face still.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispers, brow tightened under the weight of her guilt.

She wonders how much longer they’re going to have to do this dance; if they’re going to spend their entire lives tiptoeing and avoiding the obvious.

Clarke shakes her head, dismissing her apology gently.

“It’s so old.”

Her voice is serious now as she smooths her thumb over the photograph, tracing the lines worn into the cardstock as delicately as if they were veins beneath skin.

It must be strange, Lexa thinks, to see oneself captured in such a way. The Clarke in the photograph—an anonymous blond figure in the background of the picture—looks the same age as the Clarke sitting before her now. To her, this can’t have been more than a few months ago. To the world, it’s been over four decades.

“I’ve had it for a long time,” Lexa replies as Clarke slides it back over the table, avoiding the stack of dirty plates yet to be taken away. Their fingers catch across yellowed cardstock and the feeling—raw and electric—lingers on Lexa’s skin well after Clarke has retracted her hand to search for something in her bag

She watches Clarke search for a moment, frowning into its depths before pulling out a photograph of her own—this one glossy and new, the edges crisp and the ink fresh.

Lexa’s breath trips.

It’s her.

It’s her the night they met; the pale lace of her own dress, among a sea of dark evening jackets and silky, low-slung gowns, the curls of her own cropped hair, caught in mid-flight as she turned to face the direction of the camera.

It’s the moment she first laid eyes on Clarke all those years ago, rendered her forever as vivid as it had had been then, and it’s so sudden, Lexa thinks she might cry.

Heat—thick and aching builds up behind her eyes. Her lips tremble.

She hasn’t seen a picture of herself in years.  

“This was…”  

“Last night,” Clarke shrugs helplessly, reaching forward over dirty dishes and cold tea to brush a thick lock of hair off of Lexa’s forehead. “You grew out your hair.

Lexa laughs at that; she’s done so many things since then, how perfectly Clarke of her to point out a change of such little consequence. How perceptive of her to smooth over Lexa’s fears with so few words. “I like it.”

//

“You live here?”

Clarke stares in wonderment at the crown moulding and elaborate bannisters of the hallway nestled at the top of a walk-up West of the park.

Lexa knows what she’s thinking: rent here can’t be cheap. And it isn’t, or it wouldn’t be, if not for Anya.

Anya who’s doorstep Lexa appeared on twenty-eight years ago with nothing more than a suitcase and the name of her dead uncle to convince her to help her.

Anya who’s taught Lexa more about life in those twenty-eight years alone than Lexa’s learnt herself in all of the years she’s been alive.

“A friend put me onto it,” she explains, fishing the key out of her pocket and holding the door open for Clarke to step inside.

The apartment hasn’t changed much since Lexa moved in in the mid-nineties: it’s small but tidy with a long, skinny kitchen and her bed tucked into the U of the bay window. Her furniture is classic and clean, all estate-sale or Goodwill finds, antique armchairs and old, revarnished tables. If she’s learned anything over the years, it’s that leaning into trends leaves her with nothing but horribly outdating possessions—she still shivers when she thinks about the lava lamp and awful brown-and-mustard lounge set she’d acquired somewhere around 1975—so she sticks to simplicity instead. Bold colours are kept to a minimum.  

“It’s beautiful,” Clarke marvels, running her fingers over the stems of the books lining the living room walls; rows of them stacked neatly on their shelves like little soldiers conscripted into Lexa’s one-woman war against boredom.

She picks one up—a first edition of H. G. Wells’ The Time Machine with its beige cover and embossed title—and smiles at Lexa from the corner of her eye, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“You’ve been thinking about me.”  

It’s a statement, not a question.

It’s true regardless.

“Always.”

Clarke flashes her a cheeky smile, lip caught between her teeth as she slots the book back into place. It settles against the wood with a dull thud. Lexa watches the progression of Clarke’s fingers down the shelf.

They stop at the spine of a worn, black journal, pulling it from its perch before Lexa can stop her and Lexa feels her heart evacuate her chest.

Its cover is blank save shiny fingerprints worn into the thick leather from years of handling, and a single strip of white paper taped to it with peeling scotch tape. It only takes Clarke a second to recognise her own writing. The note she left seventy-four years ago, last night.

“You kept it?”

Lexa nods.

“Yes.”

She watches Clarke leaf through the pages, watches her take in the photographs and the articles, the timelines drawn in shaky ink. The notes scribbled in the margins of newspaper clippings and speculations about mysterious blue-eyed blonds.

There are journal entries in there too, Lexa knows. Dated from 1946 until now. Tiny paragraphs of life between all of the waiting.

When Clarke looks up at her there are tears in her eyes. Her voice is so thick, she almost can’t speak.

“You waited for me. All this time.”

Lexa swallows. Did Clarke think she’d do anything else?

A shaky breath pulls her out of her thoughts. There are tears on the tip of Clarke’s nose.

“I didn’t expect you to do this…”

She shakes her head, looking upward, blinking tears off her lashes.

“I never thought I’d be someone worth waiting for.”

“You’re the only person that’s ever mattered,” Lexa replies, so quickly it shocks her.

It’s a truth she feels down to her bones. One etched into her existence. The knowledge that they’ll always find each other. That they’re all that matters.

She wobbled sometimes. It’s been so many years there’s no surprise she doubted it but that doesn’t make it any less true.

Suddenly, Clarke is everywhere at once.

Her fingers are in Lexa’s hair, her lips are on Lexa’s jaw, her entire being is a flurry of movement so intense it sets Lexa alight like kindling to a flame. Lexa kisses back with just as much intensity—a desperate kind of decades-old need, nurtured and tended to with gentle hands—her heart beating frantically in her chest.

There’s a distant thunk; the journal falls to the rug beneath their feet.

Lexa’s fingers map their way along Clarke’s cheeks, down her neck, along her shoulders, under her jaw, remembering lost textures and the way it feels to be kissed. After so long without it—so long fantasizing and wishing, hoping and praying—it’s a sensation so strong it makes her dizzy.

She can hardly think.

She can hardly breathe.  

Clarke tastes like rich, dark coffee and syrup and, beneath that, champagne. She breathes hot breathes along Lexa’s cheek and her fingers rake desperately over Lexa’s stomach beneath her clothes, nails clawing at the layers of thick wool until her coat spills off her shoulder and stumbles backward until she feels her mattress give beneath her buckling knees.

She sits.

For a moment, Clarke hangs there above her as if suspended by some greater force. Lexa can smell the sweetness of her perfume and traces of herself trapped in the folds of her clothes. Can see the tiny baby hairs at her hairline and the pretty flush on her cheeks.

She’s crying, Lexa thinks. Her eyes are wide and shiny, a watercolour shade of blue because Lexa is crying too: hot, wet tears she can feel dripping down the valley of her face and when she reaches shaking fingers up to wipe them away, Clarke catches them, her own fingers curling under the shelf of her jaw, her own thumb brushing them away.

Lexa blinks against the feeling and swallows the sob caught halfway between her heart and her mouth.

Oh, God.

This is real.

She’s here.

It’s enough to spur her onward as she leans forward, eyes still closed as she slips a hand around the back of Clarke’s neck and pulls her down to the mattress.

//

When Lexa wakes, it’s dark.

Properly dark now, not the four o’clock half-light that still shocks her to this day despite having lived through twenty-eight Winters in this city.

The curtains are open above her, slinging puddles of watery moonlight over the floor, the rug, the corner of a bookcase. An oblong patch of light illuminates the edge of the mattress and only then does Lexa realise she’s alone in bed, the sheets draped haphazardly over her bare body. It makes her heart trip.

Had it all been a dream?

It’s a thought that has the power to shatter her completely.

It’s a thought that has the power to shatter her entirely. She’s dreamt of such things before but never quite as vivid as this, never with so much detail and feeling but still, she supposes, stranger things have happened. Cold seeps in through every crack in her heart. She wants to cry.

She runs a hand over her face, over her hair and down the back of her neck until she hits a bruise, a pleasant ache in the dip of her collarbone that simmers beneath her skin like champagne bubbles and it’s enough to drive her fears away.

She hadn’t dreamt it.

A moment later the toilet flushes, a chink of yellow light skittering across the hardwood and Clarke pads back to bed, curling herself around Lexa’s prone body like she’s fit there all of her life. A hand fastens itself around Lexa’s bare waist.

I’m here, it says and the tension coiled through her ebbs away like the tide.

I love you, it says and Lexa sleeps without dreams.

//

The second time she wakes is a far more pleasant affair.

The cold of the night has retreated to the furthest corners of her mind and the curtains and closes against the morning sun, bathing them in warm orange and pales yellows.

When Lexa looks up, Clarke is there. The weight of her, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed with Lexa’s oxford short draped snugly around her shoulders, is firm and grounding.

After so many years of waking up alone, the shock of Clarke being there leaves her momentarily dumbfounded. For all of her waiting and wishing, all of her planning their reunion in her mind's eye, she has exactly no idea how they’ll navigate this from here on out.

In the past, it’s a thought which would have scared her half to death but she feels at peace with it now. Surely the hard part is over? Nothing that happens now can scare her any more than the thought of never seeing Clarke again had for so many years.

“You know I would call you a stalker but this is actually kind of flattering,” Clarke murmurs, sensing her movements.

Lexa sits up, sheets pooling around her waist and drapes herself over Clarke’s back. When Clarke sinks her head comfortably into the crook of her neck, she smiles. Clarke has the journal open in her lap. She runs her hands over the veins of ink and brittle paper.

“You’re the one who upped and left me for seventy-four years,” Lexa argues. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Take up knitting,” Clarke suggests, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw and Lexa grins.

“Oh, I did.”

“You did not!”

“I’ll have you know I was quite the handi-crafts woman.”

Clarke sighs contentedly against her.

“I’ll have to hold you to that.”

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