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But what is going on with the Knox family and the third brother??

The whole Annalise saying Jeremy was over due to for another scandal? What is it? Is it cause he is out and proud? Watch be that with the whole political family and the grampa that is not even his grandfather. Also that " you already destroyed the family" what is it Knox family?!!! This is going to live rent free until I know what is making Capitan Sunshine have an empty smile!!!!

Also can we talk about the fact that Jeremy keep putting barkbark on the room so Jean wouldn't feel alone!!!!

And both of them trusting Kevin,and knowing he will never put either of them in danger, my heart!!!

Also can we talk about the fact that Jean says that Kevin was looking at the court , while he was looking at Kevin , that Jean decides to live cause a promise to Kevin, and that another face f him over.... Like he is taking about Kevin right, that was not a drill!!!

And lastly can we please buy Jean all the magnets and postcards 🥹

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In this house we love all the Julian Blackthorn and Kieran content that we can get!!!!!

Julian to Magnus

Hi Magnus,

So I know you told me only to get in touch for a “real emergency,” and I think you might have already left for vacation. But we’ve got some ghost trouble here at Chiswick House and we could use a little advice. Just in writing! No need to interrupt your time away! Unless, um, you think it really is an emergency.

Chiswick House is in awful shape in general, so it’s hard to know what’s a real problem and what’s just a hundred years of neglect. Other than one small area nobody’s touched the place since, it seems, the time of Tatiana Blackthorn.

We have some garden gnomes here doing the structural repairs and the big stuff, masonry and framing and so on. I mean, they’re not actually garden gnomes, I think they’re brownies, but they have the big pointy hats and the beards and everything. They’ve been moving pretty slowly, but recently Kieran was here and he had a talk with the foreman (this guy named Round Tom who is not even all that round) and since then things have sped up a lot. And there is a lot less complaining about the work conditions, and a lot less disappearing for the day if the tea runs out for more than five minutes. On the other hand, they’ve started leaving little offerings around intended for “the Un-Seel Laird,” which I gather is Kieran. Not anything Kieran would want, I don’t think. A lot of acorns and pretty rocks, mostly? And the occasional portrait of Kieran in chalk, which let me tell you, it’s a good thing they’re competent at construction because their portraiture could use some work. We’ve been keeping all the stuff in a box for him just in case.

I’m rambling, sorry. It’s just us rattling around in this giant ruin and all we want is for someone to listen to our dull stories about home renovation. But what I actually want to tell you about is the ghost.

I’m sure there are dozens of random spirits going back centuries that have some kind of faint presence in the house—Round Tom hinted as much to me—but there’s definitely some specific one that is actively haunting the place. We’ve had some poltergeist-y stuff. Mostly harmless pranks: vases overturned, drinks spilled, music faintly playing in the distance but originating from nowhere, weird hot spots, weird cold spots, doors slamming, doors closing very slowly on their own. To clarify, I do NOT mean poltergeist as in the movie Dru made me watch. No one has been sucked into evil dimensions or levitated (yet!). Still, it seems like we ought to try to get out ahead of this, so Emma and I have been trying to communicate with the presence directly. Whoever it is, they haven’t responded to us speaking to them, and it’s starting to feel silly to constantly talk in a friendly voice to nobody, like we have an imaginary friend. All that happens is the next morning someone has stacked all the gnomes’ hats into a hat tower and we have to convince the gnomes it wasn’t us.

Lest you think we haven’t tried smarter things than just yelling “Here ghostie ghostie ghostie,” Tiberius sent us a device he’s been working on, like a Sensor for ghosts. I spent some time walking the halls and eventually found a spot along some random corridor where the Sensor went crazy. I busted the wall open with a sledgehammer—somehow I feel like you would approve, although the gnomes did not—and behind the plaster, wedged between two of the beams, was a Ouija board that must go back to at least Tatiana’s time, if not before. There was no planchette, so we made our own out of scrap wood and furniture tacks. Maybe there was something bad about using that instead of something that went with the Ouija board, I don’t know how it works, but in any event, we tried the board and it went really badly.

We tried to do things officially—Emma and I waited until midnight, we got dressed up nicely, and we went down into the cellar. (There are a bunch of rooms down there that are highly spooky and look like they’ve been used for ghost-ish business in the past.) We extinguished witchlights (no electricity down there any more than it’s anywhere else), lit lots of candles. Ghosts love candles, right? We had a bolt of black silk to sit on that Emma found in a trunk somewhere, and we sat on either side of the board and both put our hands on the planchette.

Us: HELLO

Nothing.

Us: WEMEANNOHARM

The candles guttered, but most of the windows in the room are smashed, so with the usual draft from outside I’m not sure we can count that as a response.

Us: WHATISYOURNAME

We heard a scratching sound coming from one of the walls, and we opened up that wall in great excitement, but it turned out to be a badger. Actually, it was a mother badgers and some badger cubs, which was very cute until the mother starting trying to kill us. So we had to interrupt and go get the gnomes to help us and they relocated the badger family to a glade of some kind. (They also issued us a bill for “badger decampment.”)

This was all very disappointing. Emma said that maybe it was rude to ask for the ghost’s name before introducing ourselves.

Emma: MYNAMEISEMMACARSTAIRS

Me: ANDMYNAMEISJULIANBLACKTHORN

Well, that got a reaction. As soon as I finished the last “N” the board leapt off the ground and twisted violently around. The planchette went flying and Emma went to go retrieve it from the other end of the room, but then when she came back the board went flying around in the air and, I am sorry to say, we chased it around for probably two full minutes without catching it. Eventually the ghost got bored, I guess, and the Ouija board stopped in midair and shattered into pieces, which fell to the ground. And all the candles went out. (There were sixteen pieces, if that means anything. Emma says no, I said we should mention it anyway just in case.)

So…any advice? Too much ghostly energy for an old Ouija board? Defective board in the first place? Does the ghost want to be left alone? (If so, why does it keep knocking things over?) Did we offend it? There hasn’t been anything like that since, but exploding Ouija board seemed sufficiently threatening that I wanted to get in touch. What do you think is our next step?

Again, I’m really sorry to bother you, but your help would mean a lot to me. I really want to make Blackthorn Hall a place that the Blackthorns can use again, a place that will feel like a second home for all of us. And it would be nice if people in London associated the Blackthorns with a grand manor house rather than an infamous wreck. Which is not going to happen if visitors wake up with their hair tied to the bedposts, or have their suitcases upended on the staircase. In payment, we promise you as much babysitting as you like, whenever you need. Although maybe once we’re no longer living in a collapsing death-trap.

Much obliged—

Julian

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Kieran to General Winter

General Winter,

Three sunsets. I told you, I have three sunsets. I will be back in just that amount of time. It is not a very long amount of time. And yet you have written to me, spent your valuable time and mine because you could not wait three sunsets to know whether I prefer velvet in midnight blue or one in more of an eggplant, I believe was your phrase.

Forgive me my temper. I am not really angry with you. I am only somewhat out of sorts this morning, after a night of merriment and whimsy on the streets of London-Town, along with my Nephilim friends. Now, obviously any faerie revel contains such dark delights as mortals can only dream, and so on. But after the previous night I must concede a grudging respect for the reveling capacities of an unexpected group: London businessmen of late middle-age. In our journeys we encountered what is known here as a “Retirement Party,” a kind of movable feast in which these businessmen traverse the city in celebration of a chosen one. In this case I knew him only as “Kraig.”

We met his Party thrice last night! The first time, at the Tongue & Grapes, we shared only a mutual acknowledgement of fellow celebrants passing in the night. The second time, at the Inn of the Shaved Werewolf, there were mutual roars of recognition from both parties, and a ceremonial exchange of beverages, as is custom. And the third time, at the Pigeon & Spoon, we were welcomed and—a great honor—inducted as honorary members of the Party, whereupon we were bestowed with festive hats and jersey-cotton smocks proclaiming the majesty of the great Kraig.

So you will understand if I am shorter of patience than I would like, this day, for I have a vile headache engendered by too much of what mortals call “shandy”, a repellent beverage with a kick like an angry kelpie. It quite left my darling Cristina asleep on a rather sticky table at the Pigeon and Spoon; Mark and I had to carry her back to the Institute. She is awake now, of course, and demanding coffee with rather more force than usual. Given that my time is short, I shall endeavor to answer your queries as well as I can.

I like the midnight blue, for the throne room. I think it sets off the creeping vines well, and also I think that you were hinting you prefer it as well. Next, I am in general agreement that the overall aesthetic of the throne rooms should move in the direction of an opulent Gothic feel, rather than its previous occupant’s preferred mood of “blasted hellscape.” Let us remind our Court that we are the Moon, as the Seelie Court is the Sun; rather than that they are Beauty, and we Tackiness.

However, I disagree about the skulls. I think they should remain. Skulls are perfectly appropriate in an opulent Gothic setting. In fact, I am hard-pressed to think of a style in which skulls would not be an improving presence. If such a style exists, it would definitely not be a good choice for the throne rooms of the Unseelie Lord, let us at least agree upon that.

Lastly, I am disturbed to hear that the Seelie Court continues to rebuff my requests for a summit of peace. You were right when you noted your suspicions earlier; they have become more secretive in this past year, even for them. We will see if our scouts manage to learn anything, although in my experience our scouts mostly seem to fall into forbidden romances with Seelie scouts and then they run off together; we lose something like four out of five that way. I suppose what I am saying is that I am not exactly holding my breath. (A charming human expression, is that not?)

You do not need to suggest to me that I contact Adaon; he is my own brother and I speak with him often. Whenever I bring up the possibility of a united court, or a meeting between myself and the Seelie Queen, he says the same thing: now is not the time for a summit that might lead to discord — now is the time to preserve the fragile peace between the two courts by leaving well enough alone. He has the Queen’s ear, so I must trust he knows what I do not. Still, you know it is not in my nature to do nothing and call it progress.

Speaking of that fragile peace, I must inquire—have your redcaps learned any more about the strange presence that has been noted in Faerie, and whether it is beneficial or antagonistic to our interests? I feel it through my connection to the Land — I am woken sometimes, feeling that presence I cannot define, knowing it is both of Faerie and not of it, and that the Land itself is afraid.

Enough of that. I trust that you can manage to keep the Court in working order for the thirty-six remaining hours I will be gone. If more color selection is necessary before my return, I trust you to go with your instincts, which have always served you well.

Until then I have the honor to remain Your Eternal Sovereign, Master of the Hob and the Domovoi, Breaker of the Broken Lands, Crown Under the Hill, Dark Star of the Evening, Friend of Kraig, and King of the Unseelie Court —

Kieran

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Spoilers with context from Shadow &Bone Netflix show so far!!

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So I'm reading #Capri once again, cause once you read those books you have to read them at least once a year. I do not make the rules C.S Pacat did once she created #Lamen #fact and it always surprises me that people highlight Damen reply to Laurent's question, but not the question made by Laurent. As yes, the reply is beautiful!!! But let's talk about the question: Laurent knows how much family can hurt you, is something that Laurent and Damen share. Even when Damen at the time doesn't know that, people that should love them have betray them in a horrible way.Laurent learn early in his life what letting someone in can cost him. So he is probably not only asking Damen how can he trust him, but how himself can trust and let someone in , and that just kills me , it even makes Damen reply even more perfect cause Damen is not only letting Laurent know that he can trust him with his heart, but that is possible to let someone in after being hurt by those close to you. And that's why as i mentioned the rules Captive Prince books are meant to be read at least once a year, cause i can't believe how y'all sleeping on the importance of Laurent's question!!

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Appreciation post for Mal Oretsev!!! I mean the letter just "she's everything"😍 i can't !!!

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A brand new flower card from CASSANDRA JEAN! THE MOSTEST ADORABLE MINA CARSTAIRS. She is just so cute, I am dead.

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Omg this is just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

A brand new flower card from CASSANDRA JEAN! THE MOSTEST ADORABLE MINA CARSTAIRS. She is just so cute, I am dead.

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Day 17: Treasure. Yep. Just them. Laurent and Damen.

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This 😍😍😍😍😍 omg #smaurent always hits me in the feels. This is soo freaking cute!!! #captiveprince #auguste

Princes by Katie S

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It's incredible how hard this hits ,no matter how many times you have read it 😣 #matthiashelvar #crookedkingdom

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Yes thank you!!!

Halfway from finishing Ruin and Rising and I still can't get why some people hate on Mal.

This man had the world ahead of him, the best tracker in all of Ravka but chose to stick with Alina. He tracked the Stag, Sea dragon and the Firebird to give the Sun Summoner the power.

Yes, he hated the idea of her power and what she's becoming because of it but who wouldn't ? His fear is for her. He may have suggested on escaping but he was the first one who stayed.

He stayed when Alina is with the Darkling.

He stayed when she became the Sun Summoner.

He stayed when Alina became a Saint.

He stayed when Nikolai wanted to make her Queen.

He stayed and faught and bled and watched the love of his life be paraded by men who, in one way or another, wanted to use her. And what else did he do? He deserted his post, trekked the country while in hiding, protected her, beat himself to pulp while learning to fight against Grisha, endured being an outcast in a band with powers and has risen to be their leader, had been hunted by the most powerful man in Ravka and tattooed her symbol on his back.

He did all this because this is the only thing he can offer. No army, no crown, no money. Just himself and his abilities. He resigned himself on never having her, content on just being near her. Bcause this is what Alina wants. Because this is what she must do.

The Darkling and Nikolai may be hot and charismatic and powerful but they only wanted her abilities and the idea of her.

Mal loved the girl. Not the Sun Summoner. Not the Saint. Just Alina.

I sometimes think Alina doesn't deserve him.

But no one deserves her better than Malyen Oretsev.

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