#((and IMMEDIATELY start making dumb decisions: clearly the parents got a hold of the idiot ball))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Yes, he did," Susannah nodded-a bit of a blessing and a curse in her eyes, admittedly, considering the mixed feelings she had regarding her heritage...

"My mother was...very proud of who she was," she began, as she sipped her coffee pensively. "She took a great deal of pride in being Irish, and she wore it on her sleeve...even when other people didn't appreciate that pride. She told my Pa a lot of stories about her life in Ireland, about her family, and what it means to be a Pace. We're stubborn and passionate about...everything, really, but we also value family greatly; we'd move heaven and Earth for our loved ones. Pa was really taken by it all, by Ma's pride in being who she was, and so when it came time to get married...he chose to take her name instead of her taking his."

It was a great shock to many of August's neighbors, knowing that instead of becoming Mr. and Mrs. Burke, they had become Mr. and Mrs. Pace: He often speculated that, had it been the other way around, their neighbors would've been a little less frosty to the couple, perhaps approving of this "uncivilized" Irishwoman taking a step in becoming more Americanized, but because August had taken her name, it was seen as a slap in the face to those around them-that he was taking the side of "a Paddy" over his American kin.

"Ma was really touched by it," she finished, as she set her coffee mug down. "And Pa was proud to be a part of a family like hers. Even if other people didn't approve, he didn't give a damn-he was proud to be a Pace."

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Rogercop

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Morning had sprung and Nathalie was getting Gabriel ready for a very important event -  careers day at Collège Françoise Dupont. 

 

“Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?” Nathalie asked worriedly. 

 

“Yes, this is a good opportunity for me to see this Nathaniel boy’s parents,” Gabriel smirked. 

 

Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Adrien fiddling with his necklace nervously. “Ready, papa?” 

 

Gabriel looked at his youngest child and smiled reassuringly at him. “You didn’t force me to come with you, and to be fair, I haven’t seen much of your teachers, only your principal. So no need to be nervous mon petit.” 

 

Adrien smiled at Gabriel and then took hold of his father’s hands and Felix’s once he entered the foyer. They got into the car to travel to the school. 

=^._.^= ∫

When the Agreste family arrived at the school (a little late, due to some idiots on the road), they met one Mr. Tom Dupain. 

 

“My day begins at 4 a.m. every morning because the bakery opens at 7. You would think that the life of a baker is pretty routine, making the same pastries, rolls, cakes... but actually, it's different every day. One day someone might order a cake in the shape of the Eiffel Tower, and another day you might-” Tom explained to Gabriel and Felix’s boredom and Adrien’s interest.

“Marinette will come around and pass out some croissants baked fresh this morning,” Tom said as he pointed at his daughter. 

 

“Thank you, Mr Dupain. Now, let's meet Alya's mom, who is head chef at the Grand Paris hotel, owned by our mayor, Mr Bourgeois.” Miss Bustier. 

 

On Marinette’s rounds, she smiled happily at Adrien. She was excited as she knew that his model career would end later than most, giving him more time to model. However, she smiled sadly at Felix as he looked disinterested. As Marinette was making the rounds, Chloé opened a case with a bracelet inside.

 

Sabrina looked at the bracelet and immediately grabbed it, “It's beautiful!”

 

Chloé then promptly slapped Sabrina’s hand. “Don't touch it!” 

 

Whilst this was happening, Gabriel whispered in Felix’s ear, “Remind me why I sent you two to this school?”

 

“Because you wanted me to learn the ‘commoner’ life, and also Adrien wanted to go to school just like his big brother,” Felix whispered back.

 

Gabriel hummed in thought. 

 

“Put it away, Chloé! It could get in the wrong hands!” Mr  Bourgeois attempted to scold his daughter

 

“I wonder how many croissants your dad would have to sell to buy you one of these? What am I saying? He'd have to sell the whole store!” Chloé taunted Marinette as she noticed her passing out the croissants.

 

“Well, if you're so rich, obviously you don't need free croissants!” Marinette said as she left the table but not without smirking as she could hear a poor comeback from Chloé. 

 

Meanwhile, Plagg was having a slight conundrum himself. “Is that Camembert?” Plagg asked himself as flew from Felix’s bag to Chloé's. “Huh? Oh, that's not Camembert... but it is very shiny. I like shiny, hmm!”

 

In the world outside of kwamis… “Unfortunately, I have no dishes to share. But maybe Mr Bourgeois will invite you all to the hotel and treat you to lunch!” Alya’s mum said while looking at her boss, with a glare that could rival Gabriel’s

 

The said boss nodded while sweating nervously at his employee’s glare and sighed in relief when the glare melted away. While the students were applauding, a policeman named Roger started laughing.

Unfortunately, Plagg caused Marinette to slip (as he landed on his head after continuing playing with the bracelet) 

 

“Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asked as he left his chair while helping the girl up, not knowing that Gabriel was staring at her intently. 

 

Before Marinette could answer, however, Gabriel swiftly put Adrien back in his chair and stood in front of said chair protectively. 

 

“Next on the list is Sabrina's father, a policeman. Please welcome Officer Roger!” Miss Bustier said quickly to diffuse the attention and stop Gabriel from glaring at the students and herself.

 

The students started applauding, although with more confusion than anything else. With a quick glare from his brother and father, Adrien didn’t even bother clapping. 

 

“I've been a police officer for 15 years, and I firmly believe that every citizen is innocent until proven guilty.” As soon Officer Roger said this, the drama queen of the class exclaimed. “My bracelet! It's gone! I had it a second ago.” She then looks at Marinette “You! You stole it!”

 

“What? What are you talking about?!” Marinette asked confusedly.

 

“You purposely tripped over my bag so you could steal my bracelet!” Chloé then looks at Roger “You're a policeman! Arrest her!”

 

“My daughter is not a thief!” Tom defended Marinette and glared at the other girl.

 

Gabriel could only look at the students and parents and without warning, got a massive headache and thought of removing Adrien (and Felix) from the stupidity of the whole thing. 

 

Roger then blew his whistle without warning which caused Gabriel’s headache to worsen. “Hold on a minute, Miss Bourgeois, we don't accuse without proof! Now, everyone, calm down, please. Maybe you simply misplaced your bracelet.”

 

“You're calling me a liar?! Daddy!” Chloé said in surprise and anger.

 

“Roger, I demand you search for this girl’s bracelet immediately!”

 

“Ha!”

 

“Please, everybody!” Miss Bustier pleaded although she was not heard at all. 

 

“Need I remind you that as mayor of this city, I am your superior!” Mr Bourgeois said unkindly towards the policeman.

 

Before Roger could say anymore, Gabriel decided to speak up.

 

“I’ve had enough of this. My children don’t need to see this debacle. They came to school for their education, not some soap opera that is poorly made!” Gabriel then noticed that Felix’s friend was recording the whole thing. “This boy hasn’t stopped recording since I’ve entered the classroom, maybe there is something on there." Gabriel then gently moved Adrien from his seat and said. “I’m going back home with Adrien and until this issue is resolved he will no longer be attending school."  Gabriel suddenly looked at Felix. “If you like you can go home with me or stay for the whole day.” 

 

Felix looked at the drama gleefully and then looked at his father and replied. “I’ll stay here and see the drama unfold.” Gabriel nodded and left the classroom with a very reluctant Adrien, but not without giving his secretary’s number to Nathaniel’s parents. 

=^._.^= ∫

As soon as Adrien and Gabriel arrived at the mansion, Adrien was instantly sent to his room (as according to Gabriel he had had too much excitement and needed rest) and went down to his lair and transformed into his evil alter-ego Hawkmoth.

=^._.^= ∫

At the exact moment, Mr Bourgeois and Tom were seen shouting at each other while the students were looking at the two adults in interest (mostly Felix).

 

Nathaniel then looked at the adults and said, “Let’s do what my Mr Agreste said and look through Nino’s video. Maybe we can find something because I for one would like to see my significant other outside of the mansion or photo shoots.” 

 

The adults looked at the upcoming artist in shock (while Felix smiled at the artist with pride until he felt something hit his ankle and swiftly noticed that it was the missing bracelet on top of his kwami’s head and rapidly left the room quietly) not noticing that a new drama was going down. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

Ms Mendeleiev threw a piece of litter into the bin but missed so the litter landed on the floor which caused Rogercop to grab the litter. He then flew to where Ms Mendeleiev was.

 

“You're under arrest!” Rogercop shouted at the poor science teacher. 

 

“What? What for?” Ms Mendeleiev asked in confusion and horror. 

 

“You threw litter on a public sidewalk, jaywalked and crossed the red light,” Rogercop said robotically. The police whistle was still around his neck. His skin was quite pale, and a hollow, light blue triangle pointing downwards was at the centre of his chest. His helmet sported a light blue line above a light blue shield in front of his eyes. His left shoulder and right shoulder wore blinking red and blue police lights, respectively.

 

“Well, I suppose I did. But you can't arrest me! Who are you anyway? You don't look like a policeman!”

Rogercop then threw cuffs at the science teacher “I sentence you to trash duty.” He then blew his whistle which controlled the handcuffs and made Ms Mendeleiev robotically throw the litter in the trash can.

 

“Next mission: Seeking justice on Mayor Bourgeois.”

=^._.^= ∫

Meanwhile back at the school, Felix was seen lecturing Plagg (who was still wearing the bracelet). “Never do that again! Do you know the troubles you caused!” 

 

“I thought it was Camembert,” Plagg said. “And besides I think the bracelet suits my rock-hard abs.”

 

“Well, clearly it isn’t Camembert” Felix groaned and swiftly thought of something else, “and Plagg you do not have abs.” Felix then stopped as he heard footsteps and looked down and saw it was Rogercop. 

 

“Great, great, just great, thanks to you Plagg, we have now to fight against an akumatized policeman. You’ve made another one of your dumb decisions.”

 

“Sorry, Felix,” Plagg said, remorsefully. 

 

“I know, now let’s try and get this bracelet off you, and fix everything.” 

 

Plagg nodded while Felix began looking through his locker for anything that could help. Meanwhile, Rogercop had caused one of the parents to run laps around the gymnasium. 

=^._.^= ∫

Simultaneously, back at the mansion, Adrien was seen lying down on his bed with a look of boredom on his face. He was texting Nathaniel who was giving him updates regarding the situation of the missing bracelet. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

“See, Chloé? I tripped on the bag, but Sabrina held the bracelet, we are all suspects!” Marinette said (while trying and failing to be diplomatic).

 

“But, what about Mr Agreste, isn’t he like in most of the video?” One of the students asked.

 

“To be fair, I wanted to film Adrien and Felix, but I think Mr Agreste knew what I was doing or that he wanted Adrien to not see. You can never know with that dude.” Nino said in Mr Agreste's defence.

 

“And let’s remember Mr Agreste is a fashion designer. If he wants to he can design any jewellery that he or the twins need or want,” Alya said. 

 

And once again, Marinette opened her big mouth and caused the situation to be five times worse than it was until Rogercop entered the classroom uninvited. He asked the students, parents and teacher where the mayor was. They all denied that they knew where he was until a voice spoke up. Recognising the voice, everyone groaned. 

 

“Mr Principal, “I demand that you find who stole my daughter's bracelet ASAP! Or your job is on the line, sir…!”

 

Marinette then quietly left the room and jokingly said to Tikki “Who knew that our mayor could shout like that.”

 

Tikki then glared at her holder and sternly said. “No time for jokes, we’re going to make things right. Now transform!”

 

Marinette smiled nervously at Tikki and shouted “Tikki, spots on!”

 

At the same time in the locker room, Felix had managed to get Plagg out of the bracelet with some help from pepper and Camembert cheese. Knowing he had no time to waste, he quickly transformed into Chat Noir.

=^._.^= ∫

It wasn’t until late at night that everything went back to normal with a slight hiccup from the usual lucky charm item, Chat Noir’s antics and Rogercop firing his handcuffs all over the place. 

=^._.^= ∫

The next day, the twins were seen together and with happy smiles on their faces as Adrien was allowed to go back to school after Gabriel received a call from the mayor telling him about where the bracelet was all along. All’s well that ends well as Roger got promoted to lieutenant and Nathaniel’s parents were coming over for dinner over the weekend. 

[ramblian]

Jericho Thoughts

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okay so. i’m rewatching jericho. i first watched it sometime around 8th-9th grade, I think maybe somewhere in the first half of 2014. I basically remembered this: the main character was the black sheep of the family, he came back to town, and atomic bombs destroyed most of the US, and the show was about the town dealing with the aftermath. the guy from continuum and one ep of flashpoint played a character i liked named dale (eric knudsen) who liked a popular girl who ended up befriending him, and the asking-for-flowers flashpoint ep guy was the responsible brother. Someone used to be a teacher. The main character looked like Skeet Ulrich, but i didn’t know who that was, just the name.

turns out the main character WAS Skeet Ulrich, and 2 characters (heather and emily) used to be teachers, and i apparently forgot almost all of the major characters. I’ve been rewatching it with the knowledge of which characters die, so that’s good. the show is really good, and it’s really intense. I’m almost done, and it’s tough to keep watching both because it’s so intense and because i know a character i like is about to die tragically. 

watching this show makes me so TENSE. i think it really got bad when goetz showed up and i knew bonnie’s death was coming up. i’ve been watching the same episode for like an hour and i started 6 minutes in from another viewing. i don’t know why i’m so stressed. well actually i do it’s because things in this show are AWFUL but i know that no one dies after bonnie.

i also really like that the plot is very much what drives the show. romantic relationships somewhat matter (eric/april/mary, dale/skylar, and stanley/mimi in particular get screentime, while jake’s relationships with emily and heather are there and meaningful but not something that drives the story or gets a lot of attention. dale and eric’s relationships have also been less important in season 2) but they are regularly sidelined while the character deal with the latest crisis. characters have backstories that aren’t always super expanded on, like johnston’s chaotic neutral dad or stanley and bonnie’s parents, because they don’t have a meaningful impact on the plot- how mimi grew up isn’t going to change how the Greens deal with food shortages. 

also, i love that it’s a post-apocalyptic show where there’s a lot of fighting and lawlessness and not once have they used rape as a plot device. the closest it ever came to being mentioned was when maggie, a survivor pretending to be military to get towns’ supplies, said that ‘out there, men only want women for one thing’ and that’s IT. i respect that so much. way too many shows and books and movies are like ‘things are bad... and we can only express that through rape’ but this show never does

also the grey morality is very well done in season 1 (the bad guys are clearer in season 2). characters fight and do shitty things because everyone is just trying to survive. Constantino was wrong to start a war with Jericho, but i also understand where he was coming from. Ravenwood ransacked New Bern and left them with almost nothing, and Jericho never bothered to warn them. There were some people considering not honoring the deal to repay the windmills in food. New Bern was on the brink of destruction and Constantino tried to get the resources for survival where he could, by force. The thing with the refugees too. There isn’t really enough food for everyone, and it’s true that Jericho’s been getting a lot of refugees when it’s barely managing to sustain its own population. Some of the refugees have been stealing from them, and sometimes you have to make tricky decisions to survive. But the refugees are also probably going to die if they get sent away, and understandably they cannot accept that. they’ve been stealing food to prepare for this possibility, and they are willing to be violent to secure their place because jericho is much better off than just about anywhere else and they don’t want to die. Roger gets in a fight with Gray and accidentally shoots him, but then actively chooses to hold him at gunpoint and refuse him medical help unless he guarantees the safety of the other refugees. That’s obviously awful- but he’s also trying to protect the lives of the 50 innocent people he brought here. In the end, the refugees get to stay because some Jericho residents volunteer to share their rations, but Roger does not because he obviously committed a terrible crime. He’s not a bad person, but of course he can’t just be forgiven and integrated back into Jericho like nothing happened, and he accepts that and leaves with only a gun from Jake to protect himself because at least the others and emily will be safe. 

also that emily and roger’s relationship wasn’t made meaningless in order to further her relationship with jake even despite their history as high school sweethearts.

oh god i just watched the scene where stanley’s talking to bonnie in the morgue and it’s so well done and i’m just in bed crying- not sobbing or anything, but plenty of tears. i don’t know what the last show to make me cry like this was; i’ve been watching so much youtube that i haven’t been watching a lot of hard hitting shows lately i guess. Barry was extremely Fucked Up, that might have made me cry, but it might not have- it had me fucked up for weeks, but i don’t know if i cried.

anyway the scene with stanley and bonnie in the morgue is so good. Stanley talking to her like she’s still alive the way they always did for their parents, and talking to her sign language bc that’s her language. Telling her to say hi to their parents. Letting her know that mimi is still alive, that she succeeded in protecting her, and thanking her for it. Still joking around a little even though he’s obviously heartbroken and just being so genuine with her. Neither of them deserved this. 

wow can’t believe heather is a fuckin bootlicker, knowing that the government is extremely corrupt and that she and beck are destroying new bern and choosing to continue to work for that government.

oh beck just has to be some sort of a stupid son of a bitch. absolute goddamn buffoon. siding with the govt, arresting jake in the shadiest way possible in the middle of a crowd, choosing to torture jake (which if he knew a goddamn thing like hawkins did he would know was ineffective), and then thinking that after everything this town and those rangers have done to protect themselves and their loved ones that it was just going to work out for him like the others aren’t going to come for jake immediately and efficiently. i liked beck well enough before but any fondness or respect for him is fucking absolutely gone.

at least eric is really getting to show off his leadership skills now. johnston’s dead, jake’s been arrested/kidnapped, hawkins is busy with other shit. eric’s always one of the second-in-commands but this is one of the few times he’s just plain in command.

“your friends have escalated this to a level i will not tolerate” right but you dragging jake to a fuckin blacksite to torture him was fine???? YOU ESCALATED THIS YOU DUMB STUPID SON OF A BITCH. you have really been given so many chances this season to not serve an evil government and try to protect these people and you’ve failed almost every time, huh? he’d also have to be some sort of an idiot to think that a clearly faked note with jake’s signature saying ‘this bad’ would stop anyone. god i haven’t escalated to hating someone this much so quickly in a long fuckin time.

love how beck is leveraging the entire town of jericho and choosing to oppress them in order to get the rangers to turn themselves in <3 i love punishing innocent people to use them against others just like goetz did last episode <3 what a good guy

i dont know why there are so many beck fics on ao3 because this man fucking sucks. like, can you imagine refusing a whole town food, power, and lights as a bargaining chip, blaming someone else (”don’t forget, you caused this”) and then still thinking you have the moral high ground? incredible mental gymnastics when will beck be in the olympics

heather: your actions are so blatantly terrible that i am just now beginning to consider not defending you to everyone. take responsibility for what you do

beck: hmm. no. my choices are jake’s fault

i know beck is probably going to ‘redeem’ himself by the end of the episode but i don’t fuckin care. too late for him now he can’t just say ‘oops’ and pretend he hasn’t done all of this shit. wild how his actions are now literally being compared to those of nazis during wwii and people still like this guy.

hey do you think beck is an idiot asshole or just pretending to be one for fun

commanding officer: go ahead and destroy everything in the area

beck:  🤔 is killing all those people wrong?

oof rip eric sure is rough when you have to ally with the guy who tortured you and killed your dad to protect ur city but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. also where the hell has dale been? i’ll let it go bc the show isn’t consistent on when he shows up and is a major part of town but in universe it sure is fuckin weird, and you know beck would have dragged him in for questioning too

oh wow beck finally decided to actually try thinking critically and addressing the obvious evidence about cheyenne’s corruption. that makes up for everything and i can stan now /s

‘i’m no longer taking orders from the cheyenne government. i believe it’s corrupt at its core. its actions are criminal’ oh so like everyone’s been telling you this whole time? the actions like the ones you’ve taken, not even at anyone’s command? idiot.

lmao i’m not as opposed to constantino’s methods as the show thinks i’m supposed to be. a revolution against a corrupt, oppressive government is not peaceful. it cannot be. the only good fascist is a dead one.

[axelsagewrites]

Alec Lightwood*Fiesty

Summary: Jace is an idiot and (Y/N) isn't afraid to let him know. Clary, however, isn't too happy with this and picks a fight with the wrong shadowhunter. After all, is said and done it’s Alec’s job to calm down his fiesty partner.

Ship(s): Alex X reader

Request:  Alec and I are dating and I am almost as sassy as him but I am extremely fiesty. When Clary shows up i have the same opinion as Alec but she doesnt know that we are dating. When Jace brings up the Silent brothers and Clary says she wants to go, I say that its not a smart idea because she might not be strong enough. Clary gets offended by that and starts an argument with me. It escalates to the point where she insults me and I go to attack her. But before I can lay a hand on her, Alec grabs me and holds me back. Jace holds Clary back because he knows that if Clary lays a hand on me, Alec would gladly let me go to beat the shit outta her. I keep yelling at Clary, insulting her as Alec carries me to our bedroom. He closes the door and sets me down, I immediately try to walk past him to go fight Clary but he moves in my way. I tell him to get outta my way but he tells me to calm down. I start yelling at him about how you should never tell a woman to calm down. Then I start yelling about Clary being a bitch and thinking she knows everything when she doesn't, but Alec stops me by kissing me. I kiss back and it gets heated. He ends up picking me up and putting me on the bed. We then have sex to calm me down. (If you don't feel comfortable writing smut you don't have to write smut. But if you do feel comfortable writing smut then it would be greatly appreciated) Then some fluff and Alec teasing me about being fiesty. Thanks and sorry its so long

Warnings: kinda smutty at the end

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It's not that I have anger issues it's just some people are stupid. And Jace is one of the people. He's done a lot of stupid things in his life but to name a few; trying to backflip out his bedroom window because he's 'the best' when he was 13, copying Bieber's haircut when he was 14, sneaking out at 15 and having a jager bomb without ever trying alcohol, oh and running a random mundane which could potentially kill her.

The two missions shown to us was either the pandemonium or giving the werewolves at Taki's a warning. I was the lucky one that got to go to Taki's. since I was friends with a couple of the wolves there and was relatively liked by the downworld I stayed for a couple of drinks.

Let me tell you I wasn't impressed when I found my boyfriend and friends huddled outside the infirmary talking in hushed whispers. "Who died?" I asked.

Alec rolled his eyes, "This idiot," he nodded at Jace who looked beyond stressed, "Runed a mundane."

My eyebrows rose and I just stared at Jace who squirmed under my gaze. Jace and I had been friends long before he came to New York since my parents used to live in Idris near his home. In fact, it was him who introduced me to Alec and Izzy when I was 13. Through our friendship, despite him being the 'better shadowhunter' he knows I would kill him. "So, who's planning Jace's funeral?" I asked. Jace rolled his eyes "You think I'm kidding? The clave is going to kill you. Literally. Like dead dead. Like how Izzy looks without makeup,"

Isabelle punched my arm, "Hey! And she's not mundane. The rune didn't kill her,"

"Thank the angel. Because if it did we would all be taking a trip to the silent city," I said, putting my hands on my hips, "Now Jace get in there and figure out what the hell is going on,"

"She's asleep," Jace said.

"And?" I asked, turning on my heels and walking away.

I was going through a couple case files on an institutes computer when I sensed someone sneaking up on me. "Jace," I said, not looking up, "Don't even try it,"

When I heard a sigh and turned around to face them. My favourite trio was there with a random redhead and specky boy. Out of habit, I scanned over the two, inspecting for weapons, possible threats, and anything of importance. We'd been trained to do this, but the girls raised an eyebrow and crossed arms suggested she didn't know this. 

It had been Jace who sighed, "(Y/N), this is Clary and Simon," he said, "Clary's the-"

"Mundane shadowhunter thing. Yeah, I guessed," I nodded towards her rune. Isabelle was basically hanging off of Simon the girl had obviously caught Jace's attention. I shared a quick look with Alec who looked so done with life. "So, what's happening now?"

Jace shifted a little "e should go to the silent city." he started, about to clear his throat. I jumped in "To turn ourselves in? cause that's the only slightly logical reason,"

Blondie sighed "Look Clary can't remember anything about the shadow world, so my thoughts were that the silent brothers go into her head and get something,"

"I think it's an awful idea," Alec said. Jace glared at him but Alec shrugged.

I nodded, "For once he's right," Alec maybe my boyfriend, but we tease the living hell out of each other, "Have you ever thought to make a decision, I don't know, based of logic?"

Before Jace spoke Clary cut in "What's the big deal? I trust Jace and I want to do it," I turned to her with a quizzical look on my face, "You trust a random bloke who tattooed you in your sleep knowing it could kill you then took you to a random church? Did your mother not teach you about stranger danger?"

"Don't talk about my mom!" Clary said. Simon seemed to get more nervous and tried to warn her to stop because he seems to have a brain. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Me? I'm a shadowhunter. A shadowhunter who knows that even if we didn't get our butts kicked for doing any of this that you couldn't withstand the silent brothers," I tell her. Isabelle knows me well so sends me a warning look to back down. When did I ever listen? "you don't know enough to decide,"

"I know plenty!" she whines, "I'm going to college. What are you doing?"

"Trying to stop you dying?" I said in a sarcastic tone, "It's okay not to know everything," I say as if I was speaking to a five-year-old.

She was fuming. I mentally smirked. Alec, however, cut in "This is getting us nowhere. We need to make a decision,"

"Well I'm deciding we're doing it," Clary rushed out, almost tripping over her words, "And that's not coming with us,"

"That?" I ask. "Honey if you don't back off we'll have to have words,"

"What are you going to do? You already said you'd get in trouble if I got hurt," she said ass if she'd won. "Not so smart now?" she smiled, looking to Jace for backup but he looked down, not meeting anyone's gaze.

I stepped closer to her and Isabelle stepped closer to me, keeping me back, "Honey-"

"Don't call me honey!" she cut me off "Why are all you shadowhunters so disrespectful,"

"Earn my respect," I told her, crossing my arms, "Don't waltz in and act like you know everything. You don't tell the firefighters how to put out a fire," 

"I'm just saying you don't need to be so mean," she mumbled.

"And I'm just saying be quiet!" I yelled. I took a breath and recomposed myself "If you want to go to the silent brothers go for it. however, what I, an educated person," I directed that at Jace, "Would do is get you a little training before putting you through a potentially deadly idea."

"That's a good idea." Alec said, "Its better the girl be prepared before if you really want to go,"

"Of course, you'd agree with (Y/N)," Clary whined, "You refuse to even say my name," "Yeah that's because I don't plan on having to remember it," Alec said.

"Do you try to be an ass, or does it come naturally?" Clary asked.

No one insults my man, "Hey! Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" I asked her.

"What do you like him or something?" she asked. "You do don't you? That's why you hate Jace because Alec fancies him. You're just being a jealous kid," Clary said, "Get over it. he's rejected you," She clearly thought she'd cracked my code, but I was about to crack her skull, "It's pathetic,"

Stepping closer, I sized her up. Isabelle stepped back not wanting to be involved. Clary was smirking but I wanted to growl. Simon went to pull Clary back, but Isabelle stopped him. "Alec is my boyfriend, you little skank. And he and Jace are parabatai. It's you who should be worried because your flatter than a toddler and have less chance with Jace than Simon!" I yell in her face. "And if you keep talking about my family, I'll knock your teeth in," "At least I'm not a disappointment to my parents," she says.

I let out a couple short laughs. "Well eh you see," I say between fake chuckles before pulling my fist back. It's about to connect with her face when Alec grabs my arm, pulling me back and hugging me from behind to stop me. I let all hell loose, "Who the hell do you think you are?! Don't you ever dare talk about my parents! I swear to the angels!"

Alec is trying to calm me down but it's hard. My parents were on an undercover mission in Prague and I don't even know if they're still alive. You never talk about shadowhunters parents. The likelihood their alive isn't great. When clary steps forward I know Alec must be glaring at her because Jace grabs her arm, not letting her get closer.

Isabelle looks in between the situation, "Alec why don't you take (Y/N) to your room. Calm down yeah?"

The whole time Alec is pulling me away Clary and I are glaring at each other. Were out of mundane earshot but not shadowhunter so she says, "What the hell is wrong with them?" Alec had to literally drag me.

He pushed me into our room and shut the door behind us. I flopped down onto the bed and crossed my arms. "This is ridiculous. The newbie doesn't know anything and she's gonna say I'm dumb? Hell no!"

Alec can't help but chuckle and I glare, "Feisty much?" I roll my eyes, "You're hot when you're angry,"

"I must be Brad Pitt and Angelina rolled into one right now," Alec walked over and plopped down beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder, "You know I don't get that reference," he says.

I just shake my head, "How are we dating?"

"Because we love each other. And when someone like clary insults the other we almost break the law. Oh, and we're pretty hot together," He shrugs.

I roll my eyes with a chuckle. "Really?" I ask and he hums a yes, "Cocky much?"

"I could show you if we drop the Y," he smirked.

I cringe, "That was the worst joke you've ever made,"

Alec can't help but chuckle, "Yeah it is. Angel that was bad," He cringes as well, and I laugh. "At least you're not as...feisty,"

I hummed, "Really?" I asked, leaning in closer.

He hums and leans closer as well, his breath fanning my lips, "Maybe just a little," he glances at my lips, asking permission. I leant up closing the gap. My hands sneak up to hold his shoulders while he grabs my waist, bringing me onto his lap. He pulled back a little. "I like it feisty though," before closing the gap again.

This time I pushed him back though, so I was still onto, "I'll give you feisty," I mumbled against his lips.

[yoongiwillforgiveme]

MIN YOONGI HC: ARGUING/FIGHTING

Warnings: Slightly angsty, very tolerable. Did not proofread

This is pretty long, I got carried away. Also, this was written in a hurry so I’m not sure I love it, sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Kay 🌹

No matter how angry or frustrated he is he never raises his voice

You don’t really fight often, mostly because Yoongi tries hard to avoid confrontation

He doesn’t know how to handle the aftermath, he’s awful at making amends. Which he has to, because Yoongi doesn’t bother beating around the bush, he calls it like he sees it and in the end you always end up crying

Your arguments are mostly because he shuts you out. When he’s stressed out because he has a problem at work or with his family he doesn’t tell you, but you know him well enough to know when something is bothering him. 

“Baby, talk to me please, why don’t you let me help you? Don’t your trust me?” 

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t like worrying you. 

“I do trust you. It’s nothing... just... Can we talk about something else?”

You hate that he doesn’t let you in, not completely. It hurts your feelings, but then the hurt turns into anger. So you start dropping salty remarks here and there, ignoring him in private and in public, snapping at him for the stupidest things, rolling your eyes at him when tries to touch you. You think... Oh! so now he wants to act all lovey dovey but he won’t tell me the important stuff. *eye roll*

At first he’s completely quiet, not wanting to make things worse because he knows he can be savage AF when he wants to, but you really know how to push his buttons and then you’re stuck with a very vocal and very harsh Min Yoongi

“You know what Yoongi? Fine! be like that. Even after all this time you still won’t trust me, and if you don’t trust me I really don’t see the point of having a relationship. I’m your girlfriend, you’re supposed to open up to me. We’re not fucking 15 year olds just having fun together for god’s sake!”

This gained Yoongi’s attention, in his eyes you’re being immature, it’s not like he’s keeping a big nasty secret from you, he’s just used to solving his problems on his own without having to ask for help from other people, no matter how close they are.

“Well if you really think there’s no point in us being together because there’s some stuff I need to deal with on my own before sharing with you that’s very disappointing.”

He has very little free time to spend with you so the last thing he wants to do when you’re finally together is argue. 

But he won’t let you belittle his feelings for you and the importance of your relationship when he’s done a lot to prove that he’s in love with you and you’re one of the few people he’s let in. You should know better and that pisses him off.

“Just let me remind you about the fact that I’ve opened up to you in a way I’ve never done for anyone else. I don’t want you to worry about things you can’t help me with, because THAT would be pointless. You’re so obsessed in wanting to know every single detail of my stupid problems that you can’t see all I need from you is to take my mind of it. I don’t need you to help me figure things out, I just need to know my girlfriend is there for me, that’s it. If you’re too childish and immature to respect that then maybe you’re right, maybe being together is pointless, because after all this time you clearly still don’t know me and that’s really sad.”

He has a way of making you feel so dumb. Like a little kid being scolded by their parents for throwing a tantrum. 

You start crying, he’s always so cool and collected and you feel like an idiot for being so immature and not respecting his decision not to share certain things about his life.

He’s right, with time he has told you everything about him. You know about his darkest moments, his deepest secrets. He shows you the side of him that he doesn’t let people see because his heart is his most guarded possession but he trusts you with it. He has said it in the past, his heart is yours to keep.

“I’m sorry... you’re right, it was wrong of me to try and force you to share something you said you didn’t want to several times. I don’t think our relationship is pointless, I want to be with you forever, I'm just worried about you. I wish I could help you. That’s it, I’m really sorry baby”

You don’t even dare to try and touch him, he’s just standing there looking at you with a blank look on his face for what it seems like hours. 

He leaves the room without a word and you start panicking, you think he’s had enough and he’s gonna break up with you for sure

He comes back with a box of klennex and hands it to you 

“Are you breaking up with me?” you ask in almost a whisper, you wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t hear you 

“No, I’m pissed off but I’m not gonna break up with you over something like this. Don’t cry... You know I hate to see you cry.”

He runs his hands through his silky hair. Frustration evident on his features.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore, should we order take out?” you know that’s his way of letting you know he’s ready to move on from the topic and try to at least salvage the rest of your evening. He won’t say anything else on the matter, he takes out his phone and starts searching for a good takeout restaurant near you. 

You reach for his hand tentatively and when he doesn’t move you away you take a step closer to him in a pathetic attempt for him to hold you. He doesn’t immediately but when you feel his free arm closing around you while still looking at his phone you get on your tippy toes to place a soft kiss on his jaw. 

He turns to look at you and kisses you softly. Your lips move in perfect sync and the kiss quickly becomes more passionate. You place both arms around his neck and mold your body to his, needing to feel him as close as you can. His body reacts to yours with equal yearning, proof of his love and desire for you even after a fight. 

After the kiss, you pull your head back slowly to look at him with your puffy red eyes. He’s still angry, you know that, but he still tucks a strand of lose hair behind your ear and holds you close by the waist as he gets his attention back to his phone

“Does Thai sound good to you?”

[distant-rose]

Hey Rose! When do the Little Pirates stop believing in Santa, since it is the holiday season? And how did they find out? I love Little Pirates so much!

Hi wonderful, I know that this question has been sitting in my inbox for like a week and I’m sure you didn’t think I was going to answer it but the reason it took this long was because I was already planning on a fic in regard to Neddy founding out that Santa doesn’t exist and Wes causing chaos. Therefore, your answer is going to be a 2600 word ficTitle: Claus ChaosSummary: Emma Swan didn’t have a good track record with Christmas as a child, which is why she tends to go all out with the holiday spirit now that she has children. Unfortunately for her, her children aren’t so appreciative of it.Word Count: 2,900+Rating: T+

Emma Swan did not have a good track record with Christmas as a child. Christmas was meant for kids who had families and people who loved them. It wasn’t a holiday for lost girls. Didn’t matter how many donated barbies or dollar store toys she got from the local charities, it didn’t make up for the fact that most of her classmates were home and enjoying the Christmas season with their families while Emma was stuck in foster homes who ignored the holiday more often than not.

Christmas had been a time when she had felt the most alone, which was now why she went out of her way to ensure her kids had the best memories ever. Where her holiday memories were nothing but bad cable and microwaved meals, Emma now baked cookies, decorated trees, risked her neck to hang fairy lights off the roof and Frank Sinatra’s Christmas classics blared in her kitchen nonstop. 

Killian thought Christmas was odd. He didn’t understand they celebrated it, especially when it was a part of a religion virtually none of them followed but he understood Emma’s need for their children to have good memories, especially when their own lives where so dark. Therefore, he indulged her need for crazy Christmas traditions and observations.

Including getting pictures taken with Santa Claus.

The tradition had manifested during her time in New York. According to the fake memories provided by Regina, Emma had taken Henry to the Macy’s Santaland every year to get his photo taken with Santa. It had been something that they had continued to despite recovering their memories in a way to keep some normalcy in their lives. Even when Henry was quite clearly aware that Santa wasn’t real, he had indulged his mother and had even continued to be in the photos well into his late teens in order to keep his little siblings happy.

Now, Henry is grown up and his own Santa Claus traditions with his daughter while Emma was left with two teenagers, a preteen and a six-year old.

Harrison, Wes and Beth were now very much aware of the fact that Santa Claus was not real. They had discovered the truth about Santa roughly seven years ago when Harrison and Wes had made a bet on the existence of Santa. In the middle of the night the three of them had come down in hopes of getting a glimpse of Santa but had only managed to catch her and Killian in the middle of pulling presents out from the storage cabinet under the stairs. Needless to say, it had been it had been a bad year. Harrison still wasn’t over the fact that he had been “repeatedly and systematically lied to for years and would need therapy for the rest of his life.” Those were his words, not hers.

Her kids had a flare for the dramatic. She blamed Killian for this.

Since that incident, they had been less willing than Henry to keep up the guise of Santa for their six-year old brother. In fact, Harrison had sat her down last week with a pro and a con of lying about Santa’s existence. It had been as entertaining as had been worrisome, but she had remained firm in her decision and her son had begrudgingly decided to respect it.

Despite their reservations, they had been relatively good about driving to Portland and taking their annual Christmas photo with Santa. Emma had always been ambivalent on the fact they had given their kids cell phones before high school, as they had a tendency to sit on the couch and stare at them like mindless zombies but right now it was a blessing. All of her kids had their eyeballs glued to their electronic devices as they waited in possibly one of the longest lines that Emma had ever seen for a picture with Santa.

All of them except Wes who was now looking up from his phone with the most cankerous of expressions. He looked like the definition of malcontent and Emma could feel her good luck sliding down the drain.

“We’ve been in this line for over an hour.”

“I’m well aware of that, kiddo.”

“Why are we doing this again?” Wes asked, pocketing his phone and crossing his arms in front of his chest like the moody teenager that he was on the verge of becoming. Emma had a feeling his transformation from chubby cheeked scamp to teenage dirtbag was going to be worse than both of his older brothers combined.

“Because it’s what we do every year,” Emma replied through gritted teeth, starting to lose her patience with the amount of attitude she was receiving at the moment.

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because it’s nice,” she snapped. “And because your little brother is excited.”

Indeed, Neddy had been excited. Meeting Santa was all he had wanted to do for the past three days and he had talked about it nonstop, writing and rewriting lists that he wanted to give to Santa, dealing all of the presents he wanted. It was a cute list but there was no way in hell that kid was getting a rocket launcher. That was just asking for trouble.

The sad part was that a rocket launcher wasn’t the oddest thing her children had ever asked for; highlights included a mind-control helmet, a cursed bracelet, Thor’s Hammer, Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth and a deed of ownership for the Jolly Roger. Thank you, Westley Graham and Elizabeth Alice.

“Cool for Neddy, but I don’t see why I have to do it,” Wes replied, not impressed.

Emma immediately looked down at the boy in question to make sure he wasn’t listening and sure enough, her six-year old was more invested in playing Super Mario than he was in the ever-heating conversation taking place between his mother and brother. The same couldn’t be said for Harrison, who was now watching them with avid interest.

“Because it’s a family thing and you’re a part of this family whether you like it or not.”

“Henry is a part of this family and he’s not here. Neither is Lucy.”

“Where is Henry?” Neddy piped up, tearing his eyes away from his Nintendo Switch and looking around frantically for his eldest sibling.

“He isn’t here,” she said with a gentle sigh. “Henry is an adult and he can do what he wants, but keep in mind that he was always willing to do this for you guys when you were little.”

“Well, I bet he didn’t have to wait in this big-ass line. We’ve been here for, like, hours and it’s all for no—” “Finish that sentence, you’ll be grounded until you’re thirty-five,” Emma cut him off with hiss.

“Fine!” he snapped, rolling his eyes. “But this sucks and I’m bored.”

“Just play with your phone. Your brothers and sister are doing that and they’re not complaining.”

“My phone is dead,” he replied, scowling. “Can I play with yours?”

“I’m on twenty-percent battery, kid. Sorry. It’s not happening.”

“Well then, can I go to GameStop?”

“Westley, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”“That’s what adults say when they don’t have a real reason for it.”

“You really want to know? Because I know you and I know exactly what’s going to happen if I let you go to GameStop! You’re going to cause some sort of trouble like burning the place down or causing some sort of gamer revolt! I’m sorry, kiddo, but after you made the toilets explode, you’re not leaving my sight, which means you’re not leaving this line!”

“That’s racist, Mom.”

“Okay, one, that’s not remotely racist,” Harrison stated, holding up a finger and rolling his eyes at his youngest brother. “And second, you’re an idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Wes snapped. “Don’t tell me that you don’t find all of this stupid.”

“It is,” he conceded, giving his mother an apologetic look before continuing. “But we’re doing this for Neddy, so shut up and stop talking.”

“You stop talking!”

“You don’t make any sense.”

“Oh my god, both of you are dumb,” Beth snapped, looking up from her phone. “I’ve got some major drama going on and I need you to be quiet.”

“You’re twelve. Twelve years-old don’t have drama,” Harrison replied with a roll of his eyes.

“You would be surprised,” Beth replied, sounding closer to sixteen than twelve. She was going to be an even bigger handful than Wes, Emma was calling it now.

“Look, no one cares about sixth grade babies. Give me your phone,” Wes snapped, holding out his hand and gesturing for her to hand over it.

Beth glanced down at his and back at his face, snorting. “No way.”

“Give me your phone.”

“If you try to take my phone from me, not only will I hit you so hard you’ll throw up but I will also shove my phone up your butt so high that I’m going to be able to pull it out of your throat,” she replied with a sweet smile on her face.

Harrison looked between the two of them with a hint of amusement. “I would listen to her, Wes. She has a mean headlock and you’re kind of a wuss.”

“I’m not a wuss,” Wes shouted back defensively while simultaneously taking a step back from his older brother and sister.

“You are so a wuss,” Harrison replied with a snort of amusement. “I beat you all the time.”


“That’s because you’re giant fattyzoid.”

“That’s not a real thing, shit for brains.”

Emma counted to ten under her breath in an attempt to keep from murdering her own children. A few of the mothers who were line were now openly glaring at her kids and she could feel the judgment of every single parent in line. She needed to get them back under control.

“All of you seriously need to knock it off!” she snapped at them, placing her hands on her hips and giving them her patented Angry Mom™ look. “If you don’t quit it, there will be no presents this year.”

Harrison, Wes and Beth all turned to her with their eyebrows raised, clearly not taking her threat seriously. They looked absurdly like Killian.

“Look, I know this is a long line and tempers are flaring up, but you guys got to pull it together. If not for me or for Christmas spirit, at least for your brother.”

“Sorry Mom, that’s not good enough,” Wes replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at her. “Let me go to GameStop or I’ll pull out the big guns and say the words.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“She means that she doesn’t negotiate with terrorists,” Beth replied drily. Harrison held up his hand to give her a high five, which she returned enthusiastically. Emma opened her mouth to tell them how ridiculous they were but her youngest piped up with a question.

“What’s a terrorist?” 

“It’s a really mean bad person, bud,” Harrison replied, ruffling his youngest brother’s hair.

“Oh,” Neddy blinks. “Yeah, he is definitely a terrorist.”

“I’m not a terrorist,” Wes scoffs. “I’m a simply freedom fighter against maternal oppression.”

“Maternal oppression,” Emma repeated, staring at him in disbelief. “That’s really what you’re going with.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s not happening.”

“Then I’ll say it!” Wes stated, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t you ever dare!” 

As soon as she said the words, she immediately regretted it. It was probably the worst thing she could ever say to Wes in a situation like this. Give him an order and he would find a way to undermine it in a second. The kid honestly had a real thing against authority and a cynical part of her mocked her for being surprised. What had she been expecting from the offspring of a pirate and a former juvenile delinquent?

Her son’s eyes burned with defiance as he squared his shoulders and looked around at all the families surrounding them. There was a determined set to his jaw that was entirely too similar to Killian’s for Emma to handle. He gave her an evil smirk before he opened his mouth and all hell broke lose.

“I just don’t understand why you’re wasting everyone’s time, Mom,” he shouted as loudly as he could. “It’s not like Santa actually exists.”

The reaction was instantaneous. The small children surrounding them burst into tears, clinging to their parents’ legs. Emma’s ears felt like they were splitting from all the noise. It felt like they were being barraged with a batting ram made of sound.

“Santa isn’t real?” A little girl shrieked.


“Nooooooo!” Another kid cried, falling on his knees and cradling his head.

“It cannot be true! Mommy how could you!”

Emma watched in horror as one child curled into the ball and beat his fists against the floor, his face turning red. His mother bent down to try and placate him, but to no avail; he just continued to scream. She looked up at Emma with a murderous look. If looks could kill, she would have been eviscerated.

Every parent was glaring at her and she couldn’t say she blamed them.

Her own child looked ready to cry himself. Neddy’s brilliant blue eyes were wide and his lip was trembling. She was going to murder Wes.

“Is it true?” he asked in a quivering voice.

“Neddy, kid, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to upset you,” she said in soothing tone.

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to them!” he said stubbornly, gesturing at Harrison and Beth. “You could be lying to me and you always say lying is wrong.”

They exchanged a look, extremely uncomfortable with the chain of events while Wes looked positively gleeful with the absolute chaos he had wrought.

“Ummm…” Harrison looked to Emma for help, unsure of how to proceed but there was little she could say to help him. She hadn’t necessarily handled their discovery of the truth well at all. 

She could still hear Beth’s angry screaming.

Correction, she wasn’t hearing her daughter screaming. She was hearing some other girl having a meltdown because her kid is a kind of dick.

“He’s real, I mean records show that Saint Nicholas was a real person and that he was from, I think, Norway? Anyway, he helped some young women out with their dowry, I think?”

“The key term there is was, Neddy,” Wes said with a smirk. “He’s saying Santa did exist but doesn’t anymore. Therefore, I’m right.”

“Stop talking,” Emma hissed, pulling his ear. “You’re so grounded that you’re probably never going to see natural sunlight again.”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Mom! Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“I’m not listening to you anyway,” Neddy said, glaring at his older brother. “You’re a liar.”

“When have I lied ever to you?” Wes asked in outrage.

“When don’t you is the question I would be asking,” Beth replied with a snort.

“You told me I was adopted and Mom and Dad weren’t my real parents!” Neddy shouted, shaking a tiny fist at him.

“Oh…I forgot about that but trust me when I say Santa isn’t real. It’s just Mom and Dad trying to trick you.”

“Neddy Bug, listen to me,” Beth said, placing both hands on her younger brother’s shoulders. “Mom’s right. Wes is a jerk and is trying to make you sad. Santa is…as real as you want him to be. As long as you choose to believe…”

Neddy looked back and forth between Beth and Harrison. As mad as Emma is at Wes, she’s incredibly proud of her other two children for being so good with their younger brother. She had honestly expected Beth to play along with her brother’s scheme.

“He’s not real, isn’t he?” Neddy asked quietly.

“No, but it’s fun to pretend isn’t it?” Emma said softly, releasing Wes in order to crouch down in front of her youngest.

“Yeah, I guess…” he replied, sounding sure. “If Santa’s not real then, who are we going to see?”

“Some weirdo the mall is paying to let little kids crawl on his lap,” Wes replied, only to receive a jab in the gut from Harrison.

“Look, if you don’t want to do this then we don’t have to do this. We’ll just go to Mrs. Field’s and get some cookies and then go back home. It’s just…I didn’t have much going up, okay? I didn’t have a lot of presents or cookies or Christmas stuff. I never got to see Santa or take photos with him and I just wanted you guys to have everything I missed out on….”

Neddy frowned. “You really had no presents?”

“No presents,” Emma confirmed with a small sad smile.

“You really like Santa, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“We’ll meet him then.”

“Are you kidding me? Seriously, Neddy, you still want to do the weird Santa picture?”

“Yeah, because it makes Mom happy,” Neddy answered simply, shrugging his shoulders.

“You have absolutely got to be kidding!” Wes repeated, shaking his head.

“How does it feel to sacrifice your freedom and get grounded in a ploy to not get the Santa photo and still have to take it?” Beth smirked.

“Shut up.”

It was the last photo with Santa Claus her family ever took but it became one of Emma’s most treasured memories because despite the fact that he no longer believed in Santa Claus and Wes had literally ruined Christmas for him, Neddy did something just for her and that was something she cherished even more than the misshaped clay bowl he had made for her as a gift.

She put the photo next to the bowl on the mantle in the living room and smiled at it every time she saw it thereafter.