#LifeBooks

[amazonbooksauthor]

"Anger. Love. Misunderstanding. Family." "When love feels like a battle." "Not every bond is easy to hold." "Behind every 'I hate you' is a story." "Family fights cut the deepest." "What if they’ll never understand?" "Because family isn’t always easy." "Healing begins where anger ends." "For every misunderstood soul." "Love isn’t always simple."

[anaella]

Привет. Меня зовут Анаэль(38)♏, живу в Израиле. Являюсь мамой троих любимых детей Амалия(15) Элиана(13) Лиор(8). Очень уважаю науку каббала и в юности мечтала сомореализовать всю себя в максимальной отдаче ей. В 21 год вышла замуж за ученика-каббалиста и мечтала построить семью по каббалистическим принципам и также ростить детей. Жить с мужем долго и счастливо. Никогда не разводиться. А проблемы и разногласия в семье решать по принципу "все прегрешения покроет любов��".

Но не получилось. Мы прожили в браке 13 ле��. Всё это время дети росли и воспитывались дома, впредь до 12-летия старшей дочки. Позже последовал развод, где муж потребовал поделить детей и имущество, предал, подставил, мои достоинства выставил за недостатки, и так временно отсудил детей. Я не согласилась их записывать в гос. учреждения, а хотела домашнее воспитание для них. Он же не специально не дал разрешение, а воспользовался законом, и забрал их у меня, сразу подав на алименты. Младшему сыну было на тот момент всего 4.5 года💔💔💔. Меня выгнал из дома на улицу. И по сей день делает всё возможное, чтоб разделить нас с детьми, не даёт быть вместе и общаться.

Прошло 3 страшных года разлуки, которые частично описаны в этом блоге. Сейчас я живу в родительском доме и предпринимаю попытки воссоединиться с детьми, добиться справедливости и провести капитальную работу над ошибками, зайдя на второй круг. Потому как и прежде убеждена, что наука каббала является единственной и верной методикой способной навести социальный верный порядок и привести наш воюющий мир к миру, абсолютной любви и гармонии.

Этот блог послужил мне дневником-психологом, тёплой беседкой, где я могу поразмышлять, выговориться, поплакаться, разделить своё горе, радости или мысли с другими людьми, или закрепить интересующие меня заметки в основном о науке каббала, о жизни или же просто выложить фотографии из галереи.

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🏷 #anaella - мои посты #беседка - мысли #lifebook - дневник #תמונות - фотографии

🏷 #michael laitman, #yael lior, #baal hasulam, #rabash - указание на авторство или причастие этих великих учителей

@anaelllllla - второй блог на иврите

• Меня преследуют и не отпускают мысли, до тех пор пока я их не выпишу. Имею отличающийся и иной взгляд на мир. Категорична, резка и некрасноречива в высказываниях и выражениях. Не могу иначе. Не могу играть то, чем не являюсь.

• Хочу писать кратко, понятно и грамотно, но пока не очень получается, и часто я просто изливаю боль или мысли в слова. Поэтому есть много моих личных постов с ошибками и без редакции и только потом могу довести до ума или стереть. С остальными постами всё ок.

• Постоянно что то осознаю, осмысливаю, меняю. Не нужно меня ловить на слове или принципе. Если вдруг в моменте поняла, что порю горячку, то могу остановиться и всё переиграть. А могу и загнаться на эмоциях.

В общем обо мне: люблю поспать, п��есть, посмеяться, потанцевать, зарыться в любимом деле и никуда не выходить, ну если только на прогулку. Во всем ищу смысл и суть. Нет чувства ощущения времени, но терпеть не могу когда оно тратится в пустую.

Человек настроения и хаоса. И если у меня нет веских и верных причин, что-либо сделать, я ничего не делаю. Учусь жить по графику и практикую порядок и уборку, как душевную терапию.

В душе принцесса, а на деле из себя ничего не представляю, просто мама в каббале. Есть в моем окружении замечательные людей. И есть у меня такая слабость, называемая видеокамера - это мои глаза, которые активизируются в их присутствии, хочу всё запечатлеть и миру показать.

Все мои недостатки не мешают мне кайфовать от жизни, принимать себя такой несовершенной и вместе с этим стремиться к совершенству, как к частному так и к общему. Чувствую, что любима жизнью и хочу чтоб такая же любовь и уверенность в хорошем будущем жили в сердце каждого.

Добро пожаловать💞

На фото мы с детьми в особом завед��нии, где мы можем встречаться всего лишь час в неде��ю под надзором соц. работника.

[systemst91]

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[jswatson]

hello linux side of tumblr! i have an old laptop that i want to install linux on. this is a fujitsu lifebook t4210, an old 32 bit tablet laptop. im looking for recommendations on what distro to use!

i use arch on my main laptop and ive grown quite fond of it. i would have to use arch 32 which kinda sucks so idk if arch is a good option here

i have already tried debian but i dont think i liked it. tho maybe i just dont like kde. shoukd i try some other desktop environment?

[never-obsolete]

Fujitsu LifeBook B Series PC Mag - June 1999

[anaella]

Немного фоток

[garkgatiss]

{{esquivalience}}, The Auteur, and Doctor Who the TV Show

alright so this novella.

First, its provenance: I was googling the Twist at the End song last week because it's catchy as hell. I ended up on the Tardis wiki and realized that there was a song by the exact same name that appeared in a licensed DWU novella that was published April 9th. As in, last month. Which is weird. It's hard to say how weird, but given the timing, it either has to be a) pure coincidence (lol), b) someone who worked on the show abusing their advance knowledge of plot details for personal gain, or c) intentional coordination between showrunner and novella-writer, a la Joe Lidster writing John Watson’s blog for BBC Sherlock.

The likelihood of (a) is decreasing by the week. I feel like I have to entertain the idea of (b) happening, but it's hard to square why a DWU-writing supernerd who is also involved somehow with the production of the show would risk a lifetime of blackballing from DW for a bit of cheap promotion for their extended-universe tie-in novella. I am so sorry to be saying this, but I think (c) might actually have legs.

The novella's title is {{esquivalience}}, which is a fake word invented in real life by editors of the New Oxford American Dictionary. The invented word means "deliberate shirking of one's official duties", and it was added to the dictionary to protect the copyright of the electronic version. In S9, Face the Raven showed us a “trap street", i.e. a fake street drawn on a map by a mapmaker to identify any copyright infringement of said map -- a dictionary entry for a word made up by the dictionary editors operates similarly as a copy-trap. The definition is apt for a copy-trap as well, because anyone illicitly copying a dictionary is themselves shirking a job they ought to be doing themselves... it's clever, it's very fun, we're off to a great start.

{{a crash course in esquivalience below the cut}}

THE STORY:

The unnamed protagonist applies for a custodial job at this library that serves basically as a databank for the history of everything in the universe. If a book about something is thrown away, that something ceases to have ever existed. Exhibit A: Protagonist works in the Dead & Dying Language Department. They throw away The Book of Belgian Dutch, and a) a couple coworkers with Belgian Dutch heritage either disappear or get completely different names/family trees, and also b) everyone quickly forgets that Belgian Dutch was ever a thing to begin with.

The librarians cover for this accidental deletion of reality by copying/fudging a new book on "Belgian Gerench", their name for what they replace Belgian Dutch with. They try to catch most of the people who were deleted, bring them back, and fit them into that new language/culture/ethnicity bucket they just made up.

(The narration explains that because both Belgian and Dutch still exist separately as concepts, there aren't too many knock-on effects in terms of loanwords in other languages that needed to be modified/recovered. It also explains that time-traveling back to make an exact copy of The Book of Belgian Dutch wouldn't work because of the universe's copyright laws or something.)

Protag then comes after the head of their department, the Head Dictionary Contributor, or Head DC. They find him in a hidden room called the Internal Reference Room. Instead of languages, the books here hold the life stories of every employee, which auto-update as the person lives their life, but can also be edited or destroyed to alter that person's reality. Protag sits down with the Head DC's lifebook and starts adding and erasing things.

It turns out that Head DC knows how wrong editing these books can go from personal experience. Years ago, wanting to leave his mark on the universe, the Head DC chose to add his own copy-trap into The Book of Dutch -- the fake word "esquivalience". This action seemingly created the concept of cutting corners at your job, leading to the insufficient vetting of Protag for this job and therefore their subsequent hiring, which results in Head DC's eventual death.

Head DC pleads with Protag for his life, but Protag is undeterred. They finally tear out the final page in Head DC's book, which kills him. Protag then writes themselves in as Head DC. Settling into their new role, they turn their attention to The Book of English (8th to 25th Century). They first look up the dictionary entry for “esquivalience”, which says it came to English from Dutch, and then flips to the entries for “ravel" and “unravel”, described as contranyms from Dutch roots, both “meaning variably to tangle or to fray”.

This is the central story of the novella. There is also a Prelude and Postlude that describe the lives of two young men, first in a reality in which they never meet, and then in a reality in which they do meet and fall in love (their meeting is enabled by one of them skivving off work in time to make it to see the movie where they first meet -- esquivalience!)

Just before the Postlude, there is also printed the lyrics to a song (see below), and an excerpt from The Book of English, this volume covering the 4th to 5th billionth centuries of history. This excerpt again gives the definition of “unravel”, but refers the reader to an appendix for the full list of definition, and notes they are “largely in usage as reference to Unravel, The” and “N.B. to be used with extreme care and caution”.

NOVELLA-SHOW CONNECTIONS:

Mavity [Wild Blue Yonder]: Mavity happened all the way back in Wild Blue Yonder, so it's not necessarily surprising to see it in a novella published in April 9, 2024, but there's a whole scene establishing that the M has seemingly replaced the G in all Romance languages, while Domhantarraingt in Irish-Gaelic is unaffected.

Rope [The Church on Ruby Road]: We're all learning the vocabulary of rope now! The Unravel is what the novella calls the meta-historical revisions caused by making edits to the books. There are also rope/weaving metaphors everywhere. Again, the rope themes of the TV show predate the April 9 novella just far enough that in theory it would have been possible for the novella to have taken inspiration from the 2023 Christmas Special. Except. The wiki page for The Unravel credits ownership of the concept to Jamie H. Cowan, the author of the novella. Not just that, but The Unravel was used – with credit to Jamie – in a DWU short story collection published December 26, 2023 – the day after The Church on Ruby Road aired.

Dot and Bubble [Dot and Bubble] : At this point, “Dot and Bubble” is a contextless episode title to me, first announced on March 31. In the novella, we get this:

The Twist At The End [The Devil’s Chord] : Just before the novella's Postlude, there are the lyrics to a song called “The Twist At The End”. Just listed there, no context, like an azlyrics.com entry. They are not the same lyrics as the song in The Devil's Chord, but then, meta-historical revision would kind of be the point, wouldn't it? There's just this sentence to connect it to anything happening in the narration: "Somewhere, in the far distance, as ______ continued to erase, an old 1960s Earth tune began to play."

EDITED TO ADD: @corallapis has pointed out to me that not only did the existence of the song "Twist at the End" by John Smith and the Common Men leak, but the novella's author tweeted about it in December 2023.

The Chumerian languages of the planet B’llauit, for instance, needed much consideration. Particularly Krulvan. There was still a great deal of work to be done in compiling the post-technoweb aspects of Krulvan. Like how most emotional words and phrases contracted more and more, until finally, they were little more than abbreviations. The old dot-and-bubble effect.

A parent’s love was no longer expressed post-technoweb as “Kal-at lur amoi”, but instead as merely “KLA”. Which needed to be carefully distinguished in the relevant encyclopedia from another abbreviated Krulvan phrase “Kal’ati Lepr’en Acrumpsal” – which was something rather equivalent to the expletives of other languages like “D’Arvit”, or “Bleno”.

It's only a brief mention in the book, so it's possible in theory that it was added after the episode titles were released, or even after the novella’s publication (Amazon allows post-publication changes up to 10% of the text, and it’s not possible to track those changes). I’ve included the second paragraph because it’s interesting that the example they’ve given is the word for a parent’s love, which we can see as a running theme in this season of DW (though Moffat has said before that the only thing he writes about is a parent’s love, so who knows).

Not the strongest evidence of two-way coordination, but we may learn more when the episode airs.

Dutch [Space Babies, Boom]: Yeah, as in, the Dutch language. The words “spoor” & “smelt” both get a "oo, good word!" callout, spoor in Space Babies and smelt in Boom. These words both have Dutch roots. Splice, the daughter's name in Boom, is not only from a Dutch root, but also means the joining two pieces of rope. I read this novella just before Boom dropped on Disney+, so I can personally confirm that this is not a post-hoc addition to the novella. It hardly could have been anyway, this element is much more integral to the novella’s narrative than any of the other pieces.

The Auteur

This is where this all becomes relevant to the “Doctor Who is a TV Show” theory.

While the Protag is shredding the Head DC’s book, the Head DC is in the room, and what follows is an extremely meta narrative-aware pre-death monologue from the Head DC. He's pleading with Protag to stop changing things in his book, but he also refers to an "It" whose power surpasses them both.

He held eye contact with them as they looked up, “You didn’t pick up Belgian Dutch by chance. It’s how it plays. In weaving coincidences.”

“Just stop reading. Stop changing things. Stop, and we can be spared. Be free! If you keep going, then it will get what it wants. It is a happening [sic]. Out there, and in here in the basement. Everywhere. It will win if you keep going.”

“One day, you’ll make the same mistakes. Goddamn, you will. Because it’s all already written. It has already written it all. The paths, the choices. Rewrites, erasures, and even the contradictions. If you don't just... stop... it will... Unravel us all."

The "It" in question is presumably the author. Like an author writing a story, "It" plays by weaving coincidences, "It" gets what it wants when we keep reading, "It" has already written everything.

The Head DC mentions a special disposal chute, which had recently appeared as if by magic, which enabled Protag’s destruction of Belgian Dutch. Head DC’s references to this “It” suggest that his decision to create a word meaning cutting corners caused his eventual death, not by inventing the concept of cutting corners, but by creating a set-up that the Auteur, a godlike being that cares only for the rules of narrative, was compelled to write a satisfying follow-through for. The Auteur changed reality in order to weave a narratively-satisfying coincidence.

The Auteur is a character from the DW-spinoff series Faction Paradox. The creator of the Faction Paradox universe describes it as “on the surface an SF universe, but it works on the same principles as traditional folklore.”

I am but a humble Moffat scholar, so explaining the character of The Auteur is immediately getting into lore that I cannot even begin to decipher.

But it seems plausible that in the show we’re dealing with a godlike being, someone along the lines of Maestro or the Toymaker, but instead of caring only for the rules of play, cares only for the rules of narrative.

And this being, The Auteur, is altering reality and creating the narratively-satisfying coincidences in 14’s and 15’s timelines, possibly starting all the way back with the coincidence of 14 regenerating as David Tennant and immediately bumping into Donna Noble.

And it seems plausible that this season was created in cooperation with these DWU authors to whom concepts like The Auteur and The Unravel are licenced, and the novella is a tie-in text full of references to the current season to lead savvy superfans on a merry chase that foreshadows the season’s big bad.

Because I... don't really have another explanation for the existence of this novella at this point.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

At the Dawn There is Rejoicing--a birthday gift for @kmomof4 (Chapter 7)

Summary:  Birthday gift for Krystal, @kmomof4. Based on the story of Leslie Moore and Owen Ford in the book Anne’s House of Dreams–the 5th book in the Anne of Green Gables series.  Emma Gold has led a difficult life.  Her brother and her father died when she was a child, and she was then coerced into marrying the odious Neal Gold.  She thought she’d been granted a reprieve when he was believed to be lost at sea–only for him to return disabled and in need of a caregiver.  Killian is a newspaper reporter who is tired of his routine life.  When he falls ill, his editor forces him to take a sabbatical.  What will happen when Emma takes Killian in as a border for the summer? Big thank you to @snowbellewells for making the cover pic set!

Word Count: 2194

Other Chapters: (Prologue) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (Epilogue)

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Chapter 7

Killian opened the box he’d found waiting for him at his front door when he arrived home from the office one night in the late fall.  Inside, he found a dozen copies of “The Lifebook of Captain Nemo”, fresh off the presses.

Professionally, things had been looking up for Killian–more than they had for years.  His manuscript had not only been accepted for publication, his editor had raved about it.  Already, scarcely a week after its release, his first novel was a roaring success.

A year ago, if this had happened, he’d have been overjoyed.  Finally, his life’s ambition had been fulfilled.  He was an author, a real author, not merely the writer of pointless newspaper stories, but the author of a best-selling novel.

But a year ago he hadn’t met Emma Gold.  A year ago his heart hadn’t shattered into a million tiny shards.

Now his professional success simply felt empty.  What good were accolades when you’d lost the love of your life?

It had been two months now since Killian had returned to Montreal.  He’d hoped that time would dull the pain of loss, but it appeared the saying was true.  Absence did indeed make the heart grow fonder.

He missed her so much, missed what they’d had together during the summer he’d boarded with her.  Of course he’d wished they could have had more–wished she was free, wished he could declare his love to her, wished she could declare hers in reply, but what good were wishes?

Killian collapsed into the chair behind the desk in his home office, putting his head in his hands for a moment before straightening.  His eyes caught on a letter on the edge of his desk.  It was addressed to him from Granny Lucas.

The letter had arrived two weeks ago, but he’d yet to open it.  He’d been receiving regular letters from Four Winds Harbor over the past months since his return–most coming from Mary Margaret, telling him the news of the harbor and making a point of telling him about Emma.

At first, he’d craved these letters, read them as soon as they arrived, and then reread them until he’d nearly memorized the news of his love.

But even just hearing about her brought him pain.  Rather than balm, it was salt in his already painful wounds.

And so, when Granny’s letter had arrived two weeks ago, it had all simply been too much.  He couldn’t open it; he simply couldn’t.  Any more news of Emma would be torture.  He’d considered simply trashing the letter, but something inside of him couldn’t do that.

He reached for the letter, picking it up, turning it over in his hands.  It was gathering dust.  He needed to either read it or throw it away.

Suddenly overcome with a need to hear about her, even if it hurt, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out the single folded sheet.

He read quickly, and then jumped from his seat, rushing to his bedroom to pack a bag, his heart racing, relief and joy overwhelming him.

It was time to head back to Four Winds Harbor.  

It was time to head back to Emma.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Emma's house no longer felt like home.  Maybe it never had, but now…without another soul in it but her, the loneliness threatened to swallow her whole.  She was surprised to find she actually missed Neal…or, well, Gideon.  He’d been a staple in her life, as difficult as it had all been and as much as she’d despised the man she’d thought he was.  The house now felt too big.  Too empty.

Or rather, it felt too full of ghosts and painful memories, and there was no longer anyone there to distract her from them.

And so it was, when Johanna left for an undetermined amount of time to care for her sister who had broken her leg, Emma had jumped at the opportunity and offered to stay with the Nolans in the interim to help with the baby and the housework.

Mary Margaret had been delighted at the suggestion, and so it was that two weeks after returning to Four Winds, Emma found herself seated on the floor of the Nolans’ sitting room smiling and cooing over baby Leo.  He looked up in her general direction with wide, solemn eyes as his tiny arms and legs flailed around.  She knew he was far too young yet to smile at her, but the way he tracked her voice when she spoke to him made her think he’d like to smile, had he the ability.

“Oh, Mary Margaret,” Emma said, “he is just the sweetest thing!  Look at these tiny fingers with their tiny perfect nails!  That soft, downy baby hair!”

The new mother beamed.  “I know!  Sometimes I can barely stop myself from just watching him sleep.  He is our little miracle.”

Impulsively, Emma leaned over and gave her friend a quick hug.  She was a little surprised to find that, while the ache of longing for a child of her own was still there, that poisonous, corrosive envy was gone.  She was genuinely happy for her friend and her newfound joy.

“So how are you?” Mary Margaret asked after a moment.  “We haven’t really gotten a chance to properly talk since you got back.”

Emma shrugged.  “Still a bit in shock, I suppose,” she said.  “To think my entire life for the past twelve years has been a lie, is…a lot to take in, not to mention the fact that I feel rather at loose ends now that Neal…well, Gideon…is gone.”

“Granny told us you meant to go to the city to train to be a nurse,” Mary Margaret said slowly.  “Is that true?”

Emma shrugged again.  “It’s a definite possibility,” she answered. “Truth be told, I don’t know quite what I plan to do.  I…I know I can’t stay in that gray house anymore, though.  It holds far too many memories.”

Mary Margaret put a comforting hand on her shoulder.  “I can understand that, but please, take some time.  Don’t make any big plans in haste.”

“I can promise you that,” Emma answered before smiling.  “After all, I committed to helping you in Johanna’s place until her return.”

“And I’ll hold you to that!” Mary Margaret said in mock severity, “and given the state her sister is in, that will no doubt be quite some time!”

There was a knock at the door, and Mary Margaret excused herself to answer it, and Emma went back to adoring the baby, paying little attention to the sounds of Mary Margaret speaking to her guest.

But then she felt it, a sudden awareness, a sudden knowledge, as footsteps returned to the sitting room.  She looked up as he walked in, and suddenly her heart stopped before pounding, her eyes going wide, her breath coming quickly.

He was here.  He was here!

“Killian?” she said in little more than a whisper.

“Aye,” he said with a gentle smile.  “I stopped at your house first, but when I didn’t find you, I took the chance that you might be here.”

“That was smart,” Emma said rather stupidly, getting slowly to her feet as Mary Margaret came in and swooped baby Leo from her. 

“I was hoping to we might have a moment to talk,” he said.

“O–okay,” Emma said, barely even knowing what she spoke.  He was here!  She’d thought to never see him again, but he was here, in the flesh, standing before her and looking at her like she was the most precious person in the world to him!

“It’s a rather pleasant afternoon, even if it is late autumn,” Mary Margaret piped up from behind them.  “Perhaps you’d like to walk in the garden?”

Killian shot her a grateful smile.  “That sounds lovely.  Shall we, Emma?” he asked, extending an arm to her.  She took it with a smile, let him lead her out the back gate.

“I heard what happened,” Killian said when they were finally alone.  “How are you, Emma?  How are you really?”

“I scarcely know,” she answered.  “Would you think me a dreadful person to learn that I feel relieved that Neal is dead?”

Killian shook his head vehemently. “I knew you had been unhappy in your marriage, but I didn’t know the full story until the letter Granny sent me a few weeks ago.  Had I known what manner of man Neal had been, what he’d done to you, how he’d forced you to wed him…well, I’d have been tempted to strangle him myself.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t,” Emma said, “given the fact that it was Gideon I was living with rather than Neal.  Gideon is as kind and thoughtful as Neal was….the opposite.  I’m glad he found his happy ending with Violet.”

Killian merely grunted in response.

“So what brings you here?” Emma asked.  “I heard your book is out.  Did you come to bring Captain Nemo a copy?”

“No,” Killian said, stopping their walk and turning to face her.  “Or rather, yes, but that was secondary to my main purpose in returning to the island.”

“And what was that?” Emma asked, looking up at him, her breath catching at the way he was looking down at her.

“Emma, I’ve finally found my happy ending,” he said softly but with unmistakable intensity, “and I’ll be hanged before I let it slip through my fingers without fighting for it.”

Her heart fluttered again, believing she knew his meaning, but needing to hear it just the same.  “You found your happy ending?  What is it?”

“Don’t you know, Emma?” he nearly whispered, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, “it’s you.”

For a long moment she simply looked up into his eyes, eyes that radiated a depth of love she’d never thought to experience.  This felt like a dream, a lovely, perfect dream from which she hoped to never wake.

A single, solitary tear tracked down her cheek as she raised on tiptoes and kissed him, tentatively at first, but then when he responded enthusiastically, with all the pent up love and longing in her heart.  Her arms came around his neck, and his circled her waist as they clung to each other, their lips moving and parting and drinking each other in, like parched travelers who’d finally found water in a desert.

When they finally pulled apart, Emma rested her forehead against his and whispered “I love you.”

He caressed her cheek, then let his fingers run through her hair as he responded in kind.  “And I you.  Writer though I am, I could never find enough words to express just how much.”

She kissed him again, couldn’t stop herself, and she felt his smile against her lips before he pulled away once again, reaching into his pocket for a small black box and then dropping to one knee.  She gasped.  Could he be about to….?

“Emma,” he said, “I can’t promise our lives will be free from  pain or difficulties  I can’t promise hard times won't come to us, but I can promise you this:  I will always, always be by your side.  I love you, and I don’t want to spend one more day away from you. Emma, will you marry me?”

She got to her knees in front of him and took his face in her palms, her eyes shining through the tears she couldn’t stop now.  “Yes,” she said, “of course yes!”

Inside the house, David found his wife looking out the back window with her eyes alight and filled with tears.  He turned to look at the object of her emotions, and drew in a quick, surprised gasp.

“Emma and Killian?” he asked, watching them kneel together and then lean forward and kiss.  “I never would have guessed!  Who could have seen that coming?”

“Just like a man!” Mary Margaret said teasingingly, in a perfect imitation of Granny, “of course I knew!  It was plain as the nose on your face that the two of them were head over heels for each other.”

David snaked an arm around her waist and drew her to him.  “Huh!” he said simply.  “Well good for them.  I hope they’re happy together.”

“Oh they will be,” Mary Margaret said, the happy tears evident in her voice.  “I’ve no doubt about that.  They’ll be as blissfully happy as we are.”

“Impossible,” David said, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.  “I kind of feel like I need to give him the big-brother ‘If you hurt her, I’ll make your life miserable’ speech, though.”

“Don’t you dare, David Nolan,” Mary Margaret said with a grin.  “You know full well he’d never hurt her. She’s had enough stress in her life. Now that they’ve finally found each other, they deserve nothing but an absolute happily ever after.”

Notes:

–Well, there you have it!  Everyone gets their happy ending (well, except Neal, who died in agony, but then is there anyone who is sad about that?)!

–Up next: a nice fluffy epilogue in which everything gets tied up with a bow (and a small but joyful wedding).

NEXT CHAPTER->

[ojas-awasthi]

When your best friend leaves, it's like a chapter in your lifebook ends, and you're left with pages of memories, tears, and an everlasting ache in your heart.

A best friend's departure is like watching a beautiful sunset, knowing that the darkness will soon swallow the light, leaving your heart a lot colder, a lot lonelier.

[luvleyaru]

Hi! I see so many in the community making beautiful structured scripts, and I end up being very disappointed with mine(since at the moment it's super disorganized and not at all pretty 😭). So I would like to know if you have any idea of ​​organization or structure, something like that(I tend to be extremely perfectionist, so it is important that my script is at least organized). I've already got a pretty and cool template, but I still need to reorganize the script, properly address the statements and things described in it, and transfer everything to the new template 🤦🏽‍♀️ Unfortunately, I also always end up being dissatisfied and changing the script or adding something, and then it becomes an endless cycle, it's like it's never good and cool enough, it's terrible. Oh! And by the way, I loved your waiting room, it gave me some really cool ideas to add to the script. And if it's not too invasive, could you answer a genuine question about what is lifebook, lifegram and everything that has to do with it? I was really curious and depending on what it is, it could be a great idea for me to add to the script. Anyway, part of this is also a necessary vent.

Aww noo don't be disappointed, I'm sure your script is also beautiful, it doesn't matter if it's disorganised or something. And yeah I'm also a perfectionist so I relate to u ALOT. I've not really scripted for any reality yet except for wr so I don't know much, but if you're seeing this please DM me so I could help more bc rn atm i cant think of much. 🩷 And I'm so glad u got some ideas, also about that, I'll send u the post that I got those ideas from so pls DM !!