#The New York Chronicles

[mystictf]

Big City, Bright Lights

Avengers x Reader (AU)

3.1k Words

The car rolls to a stop, and you hesitate for a moment, gripping the seat belt tight, your heart racing. With a deep breath, you push the door open and step out into the pulsating energy of New York City. The cacophony of honking taxis and chatter mingles with the distant rhythm of street performers, a symphony of sound that is both exhilarating and intimidating.

You gaze up at the towering skyscrapers, their glass facades reflecting the sunlight and the lives within them. Each building seems like a giant, proudly displaying its story - stories of ambition, dreams, and struggles. As your family gathers their things, you take it all in, the smell of the street food mingling with the scent of concrete, a stark contrast to the fresh air of your small hometown. Your parents, filled with a mix of anxiety and excitement, lead the way through the crowded street, navigating the bustling sidewalks as you follow closely behind, feeling smaller than you ever have. You watch as people whiz past - joggers, tourists, businesspeople - all moving with purpose. It’s sensory overload that leaves you momentarily breathless. After what feels like an eternity, you arrive at your new apartment building, a modest structure that stands among the giants, yet it feels oddly comforting. As you step inside, the cool air conditioning wraps around you, offering a momentary reprieve from the summer heat. Your family gathers around, each bearing boxes and bags, your father leading the charge, excitement edging out the fatigue from the long journey.

The apartment is small, but sunlight floods in through the window, illuminating the space. You set down your things and start unpacking, every box you open feels like a jigsaw puzzle piece of your former life. You pull out familiar items: your favourite books, photographs of cherished memories, and trinkets that remind you of home. You try to create a haven in this unfamiliar place, but each item evokes a sense of longing for the past. As evening approaches, your family finally settles into your new life for the first time. You gather around a small table in the cramped kitchen, sharing a simple meal, yet the conversation flows with newfound hope. You share laughter, but it’s accompanied by that underlying tension of change, the bittersweet tug at your heart as you remember what you’ve left behind.

The next day, you wake up with a sense of anticipation. Your parents suggest an adventure to explore the city - an effort to ease the transition and help you feel more at home. The three of you step out, sunlight pouring down as you embark on your first day of discovery. The city unfurls around you, vibrant and alive. You snap photos as you walk by the iconic skyscrapers, Times Square, and Central Park, taking in the sights and sounds that feel both exhilarating and overwhelming. The energy is contagious, and for a moment, you allow yourself to fantasise about new beginnings and the adventures that await. Your parents lead you to a bustling pizzeria, its neon sign glowing invitingly. The aroma of freshly baked crust fills the air, drawing you in as you join the line of eager customers. You scan the menu, excitement bubbling within you. This is it; today you’ll have your first authentic New York pizza. When the pizza arrives - steaming, cheesy, and generously topped - you can hardly contain your excitement. You each grab a slice, the cheese stretching in a glorious mess as you take your first bite. The flavours explode in your mouth - a perfect blend of savoury sauce, melted cheese, and fresh basil. It’s different from the pizza back home, heartier and bursting with flavour. “This is amazing!” You exclaim, joy flooding through you as you take another bite, feeling a hint of comfort amidst the chaos of change. Your parents share amused glances, pleased to see you enjoying this small taste of New York.

You spend the rest of the day exploring more sights - visiting landmarks like the Statue of Liberty and the vibrant streets of Brooklyn. Each moment brings laughter and newfound excitement, helping to momentarily ease the ache of longing for your old life. As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow across the city, you stand on a street corner with your family, taking in the skyline. It’s breathtaking, and for the first time since the announcement, you feel a flicker of hope. Though the shadows of doubt linger, the pulsating heart of the city calls to you - a reminder that perhaps this is not just an end, but a new beginning waiting to unfold.

Monday arrives, blazing with sunlight and possibility, but all you feel is a growing knot of anxiety coiling in your stomach. The morning drags as you dress - donning the outfit you hope will help you fit in while trying not to think about how different everything is. Your parents offer encouraging words over breakfast, but they fade into the background as your heart races in anticipation.

As you approach the enormous building that houses your new school, the sound of laughter and conversation spills out from the open doors. The sight of students bustling about - some confidently chatting with friends, others navigating their phones - sends your pulse racing. “Okay, here we go,” you mutter to yourself, taking a deep breath. With a hesitant step, you cross the threshold and enter the chaotic world of University Heights High. The sheer size of the hallways overwhelms you. Lockers clang shut, mingled with the sounds of trainers squeaking on the polished floors. You clutch your schedule tightly, scanning the names of unfamiliar classes as you navigate through the crowd. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering chaotically. Just as you feel the weight of uncertainty threatening to pull you under, a voice cuts through the noise. “Hey! New girl!” You turn to find a confident girl with striking red hair approaching you. Her eyes are bright and inviting, and she flashes a warm smile. “You look a little lost. I’m Natasha,” she says, extending her hand. “Y/N,” you reply, shaking her hand. “It’s my first day here.” “Welcome to the jungle, she quips, her smile infectious. “Trust me, once you get used to it, this place isn’t so bad. Follow me, and I’ll show you the ropes.”

Feeling a sense of relief wash over you, you fall into step beside her as she navigates the hallways with ease. “What classes do you have?” She asks, glancing at your schedule. “I’m in Biology first period, then Algebra, and… um, History,” you stammer, peeking over at her as she nods. “Perfect! We have Biology together, so you’re in luck. Just stick with me, and you’ll be good,” she assures you, her confidence easing your nerves. As you enter the biology lab, the atmosphere shifts. The room buzzes with chatter as students mingle and gather around lab tables. Natasha leads you to an empty table in the back where you find a few familiar faces already seated - students who seem just as curious about you as you are about them. “Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s new here,” Natasha introduces you, a spark of enthusiasm in her tone. The others glance up, smiles appearing on their faces. “Hey, welcome!” says a girl with dark hair and lively green eyes. “I’m Wanda. If you need help with anything, I’m your go-to.” “Thanks,” you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you. “And I’m Clint,” adds a boy with a cheeky grin. “I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you… unless you want to have a little fun with pranks. Then I’m totally in.” You chuckle nervously, the tension beginning to dissolve as the class starts. As the teacher begins to lecture on cell structure, you find yourself sneaking glances at Natasha. She takes notes with ease, clearly engaged, while occasionally sharing smiles with the others.

After class, as the bell rings and students rush out, Natasha looks at you with an encouraging grin. “See? Not so scary, right?” You nod, a grateful smile lighting up your face. “Thanks for being so nice. I was really nervous.” “Oh, trust me,” Natasha said, playfully rolling her eyes, “everyone is nervous on their first day. Just wait until you meet our lunch crew. It’s seriously a motley bunch, but you’ll love them.”

As you walk towards your next class - Algebra - Natasha continues to share tidbits about the school. “Let me guess, you’ve never heard of ‘the Great Pizza Argument’?” She asks, a knowing grin spreading across her face. “Uh, no?” You reply, puzzled. “Oh, it’s a massive debate in this school. You have to pick a side - New York style or Chicago style. It’s all in good fun, but you’ll see!” You can’t help but laugh. “That sounds pretty intense for pizza!” Natasha chuckles, her laughter infectious. “Welcome to New York. Pizza is serious business.” After a few classes, you start to feel more comfortable, especially as you chat with Natasha between lessons. By lunch, the nerves have mostly subsided, replaced by excitement as she leads you to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria buzzes with energy, students spread across tables, animated conversations swirling around you. You step into the cafeteria, the delicious aroma of food filling the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. Natasha looks at you, a playful glint in her eyes. “Brace yourself. This is where the real action happens.” You follow her to a large round table where a diverse group of students is already gathered, their laughter ringing out like a welcoming beacon. Natasha gestures for you to sit, and you take the empty chair next to her. “Everyone, this is Y/N,” Natasha announces, her voice brimming with excitement. Instantly, all eyes turn to you, and you feel the ebb and flow of curiosity and warmth. “Hey there! I’m Sam,” says a tall boy with an easygoing smile, waving a hand. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” “Unless it’s pizza,” adds Clint with a grin, causing everyone to chuckle. “I’m Steve,” says a handsome guy next to Clint, his demeanour friendly yet steady. “Welcome to our crazy crew.” You nod, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease a bit. “Thanks! Nice to meet you all.” “And I’m Bucky,” says a dark-haired boy, his gaze steady and warm. He smiles, but there’s a hint of shyness behind his demeanour that makes you feel more at ease.

“So, what do you think of the school so far?” Natasha asks as she digs into her lunch, and you realise you’re hungrily eyeing the spread on the table. “It’s… different,” you admit. “In a good way. A bit overwhelming, honestly.” Sam nods understandingly. “Yeah, it can feel like a whirlwind. But trust me, you’ll get used to it. How was your first class?” “Biology was okay. Pretty interesting stuff,” you reply. “And everyone seemed nice. Natasha helped me a lot.” “Of course she did,” Wanda interjects, rolling her eyes playfully. “She probably gave you all the insider tips we missed when we were new!” Natasha laughs, “Guilty as charged. But seriously, Y/N, if you ever need a breaking-in strategy for teachers or classes, I’m your girl. You just have to promise not to use my name in the process.” “I promise,” you say, grinning as you finally dig into your plate.

The conversation flows freely, each friend sharing funny anecdotes and snippets of their lives. They discuss various school traditions, classes, and upcoming events, their camaraderie infectious. You find yourself leaning in, laughing alongside them, feeling the weight of isolation that followed you from your hometown begins to lift. “So, do you have a favourite food?” Sam asks, nudging you playfully. “Pizza,” you answer automatically, then pause. “Wait, can I say that? I know it’s cliche, but I’ve been really craving it.” “Of course! You’re in the right city for it,” Steve assures you. “You’ll be having all kinds of pizza by the end of the week. Just wait until you try the slices from Joe’s or at the World’s Best Pizza. It’ll blow your mind.” “The Great Pizza Argument is on!” Natasha chimes in, mock-seriously. “New York style is the best. No contest. Chicago? It’s a casserole, not a pizza.” “Careful; you might start a war!” You say, laughing. “But I’m definitely pro-New York. after that first slice, I’m convinced.” “See? She’s already on our side!” Clint exclaims, giving you a thumbs-up. “You’ve made your first important decision in life here!”

You share more stories, passing jokes and jabs as the lunch bell rings, signing an end to your first meal with your new friends. The chatter around the table heightens as everyone gathers their things, moving toward the exit. “I’m so glad you joined us today,” Bucky says, his gaze thoughtful as he walks beside you. “You really seem to fit in. It’s not always this easy to find your groove around here.” “Thanks, Bucky,” you reply, feeling a small warmth at the compliment. “I was definitely worried about how it would go.” “Don’t stress about it too much; we’re here for you,” he assures you. “If you want, we can show you some more cool spots after school. There’s this great coffee shop nearby where we hang out sometimes.” “I’d love that,” you say, excitement spilling out in your voice. As the afternoon classes roll on, you find each lesson more engaging than the last, buoyed by the camaraderie of your new friends. Conversations and laughter spill over into each classroom, making the daunting experience of a new school feel like an exhilarating adventure. By the time the final bell rings, you’re riding a wave of happiness and belonging that feels foreign yet wonderful. Natasha nudges your shoulder, a knowing smile on her face. “You did great, I knew you’d rock it. Ready for our coffee adventure?” “Absolutely! I could use a pick-me-up after all this excitement,” you reply, your spirits lifted and the earlier anxiety replaced with eagerness.

The group shifts into motion, and you follow Natasha, Bucky, Clint and Wanda out of the school, laughter and chatter bouncing off the walls as you weave through the throng of students. The sun is bright and welcoming, casting a golden glow over everything, making the city feel alive and vibrant. As you walk, Natasha pulls out her phone, glancing at a map app. “We need to take a left on Fifth and the coffee shop will be a few blocks down.” “Sounds good,” you say, intrigued by the urban landscape around you. The buildings seem to stretch almost endlessly, and everything buzzes with life. You notice street performers setting up nearby, the sound of a saxophone drifting through the air. “Hey, check that out!” Wanda points toward a small stage where a musician is playing soulful tunes. “Let’s watch for a few minutes before we head out.”

You all gather around, momentarily captivated by the performance. The musician pours emotion into every note, the soulful melody painting the air with warmth. You lose yourself in the music, feeling a connection forming with the city, a thread of something that could be called home. “This is kind of amazing,” you say, glancing at your friends, who nod in agreement, their faces lit with smiles as they sway slightly with the rhythm. “Welcome to New York,” Bucky says, his tone light but with a hint of sincerity. “This city has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.” After a while, they start to move again, and you join the throng as you continue making your way to the coffee shop. The chatter among the group flows seamlessly as they introduce you to more jokes and stories. “I can’t believe we finally found someone who loves pizza as much as we do,” Clint laughs, playfully elbowling you. “You’re officially in.” “Does this mean I get the pizza crown?” You tease back, feeling a camaraderie building with each word exchanged. “Absolutely! But first, you have to earn your stripes at the coffee shop,” Natasha smirks.

When you finally reach the coffee shop, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wraps around you like a warm hug. The ambiance inside is cosy, adorned with mismatched furniture and quirky decor that makes it feel perfectly welcoming. “So, what’s your go-to order?” Natasha asks as you approach the counter. “Um, I usually go for a caramel latte,” you reply, glancing at the menu board above. “I see you have great taste. I’ll get you one, on me!” Natasha says, beaming. “No, I can’t let you do that,” you protest softly, feeling a sense of guilt creep in. “Seriously, it’s no big deal,” she insists. “Just consider it a welcome gift.” As you navigate through the cafe line, you feel a sense of belonging washing over you. When it’s your turn, you place your order. Once you have your drinks, the group finds a large table near the window, sunlight spilling over the space and illuminating everyone’s smiling faces. You all settle in, laughter filling the air as you sip on your drinks. Stories and silly banter flow freely, and you find yourself relaxing into the rhythm of the group. Sam dives into a hilarious recount of a past mishap during gym class, illustrating it with grand gestures that have everyone in stitches. “Dude, you should have seen the look on Coach’s face when you fell,” Clint wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. Even as the jokes bounce around, you feel a little spark of something magical growing within you, a realisation that you might just be starting to carve out a niche in this new place. Natasha catches your eye, and in that moment, a silent understanding passes between you: this is just the beginning.

After the drinks are finished and laughter fills the air, Natasha leans in closer, her voice lowering slightly. “I know you’re still getting settled, but I think you’re going to fit in just fine with us. We’ll show you everything there is to love about this city.” “Thanks, Natasha. I really appreciate it,” you say, sincerity in your voice. “I was really nervous about starting over, but you’ve made it feel a lot less daunting.” Bucky chimes in, his voice gentle, “It takes time to adjust. Just remember, we’ve all been in your shoes at some point. But with friends like us, you’ll have a great time, I promise.” “Right!” Natasha agrees, raising her cup in a toast. “To new beginnings and finding home in unexpected places!” Everyone raises their cups, a chorus of agreement ringing out as you clink your cups together with a soft tinkling. “To new beginnings!” You echo, the words rolling off your tongue with newfound hope. As you settle back into your seat, the chatter begins again, and you can’t help but feel a warmth spreading through you. The laughter, the friendly banter, and the sense of belonging envelop you like a cosy blanket. This was it - this was what you had been missing.

[spilladabalia]

Luc Kordas, from The New York Chronicles, 2014-2018.

The ultimate metropolitan flaneur, Kordas roamed the streets of the Big Apple, camera in hand, in search of the lonely yet extraordinary citizens that make New York what it is. For Kordas, the city is the ultimate playground — a photographer’s paradise where the next shot can be found on the following street corner, the second carriage on the subway, or on a rain soaked basketball court you walk past on your way home. ‘The New York Chronicles’ reflects some of the encounters that Kordas experiences in the city: from interactions with his local Ukrainian supermarket cashier to the lost people he speaks to on dating apps, to the Uber driver who confides to him in Spanish during a ride through the city. Attracted to those on the peripheries of society, he is confronted with isolation on many levels.

© Luc Kordas 2014-present.

[posalis]

Armand and Daniel's adventures in 'The story of Daniel, the Devil's Minion or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire.'

[elvendalek]

[pansexual-lilychen]

i am listening to the bane chronicles audiobook at the moment and the narrator? gave? the? lightwood? siblings? an? inexplicable? british? accent?

[arsonkuma]

touched up an old Aisling piece last night teehee

[witchlingcirce]

If I said I thought Maryse was one of the best institute heads we got in the series would y’all jump me

[omgserafinablog]

"It would be easy to idealize the Herondales, but they are, after all, just people. There will be more stories about the Circle in future; can't talk about them quite yet, but you will see more of the influences that shaped Stephen. (And in fact meet a different, even worse Herondale.)" - Cassie's full answer can be read here - https://www.tumblr.com/cassandraclare/89795771639/herondales?source=share

Cassie says there will be more stories about the circle, and if she meant those three old stories, then it's definitely not enough! because, for example, I personally never understood why Stephen, who was older than Valentine, was so dependent on his opinion, even when it came to his personal life, starting with "the evil we love." I still didn't understand what exactly he was missing in life. Are strict, suffocating parents really to blame for this? Why does he say in "The Last Stand of the New York Institute" that he sacrificed too much for the circle, but what exactly? He was still with Amatis at the time.

Many of the circle did not fully understand Valentine's brutal struggle with the undead, but remained in the circle out of fear of Morgenstern and because they were grateful for his assistance. Robert was indebted to Valentine for teaching him how to overcome his fear of runes. Lucian for the fact that, Valentine taught him to be a skilled warrior. Hodge, who saw a better future for himself in Valentine's new world, and so on. But Stephen really had it all. What did Valentine do for him? Did he drive the "suffocating" Imogen away from Stephen? Was his hatred of the undead real, or did he copy it from Valentine, as well as the style of clothing? He seemed ashamed of his bloodline. Was he so ashamed that he gave Valentine an important book for his family? (otherwise, it is unclear how the "tale of two cities" ended up in Valentine's apartment).

In "The Last Stand of the New York Institute" there was a moment when it was said that Lucian could believe in the rightness of the circle's actions, but Stephen knew that they were violating the agreement. Nevertheless, he gladly agrees to take Lucian's place when he "dies". Later, he becomes disillusioned with Valentine. I thought the reason for the disappointment in the circle was that Stephen began to realize that they were actually murderers. But wasn't it enough for him to kill the entire Whitelaw family, which is related to Stephen? And how easily Valentine brushed it off. After that, he becomes Valentine's lieutenant. Oh, Stephen. I pray that there will be a separate story about each member of the circle🖤

[sukoji]

“maybe love is a risk, but it's a risk i'm willing to take and as you said, it's not a choice. i never thought i would, never thought i could love someone like that, but i fell in love with you.

i fought it. it's the first battle i didn't mind losing.”

[siennamaylightwoodcarstairs]

the institute vibes in tid are just 💖

then the ny institute vibes in tmi are just- :/

[mystictf]

End of an Era

Avengers x Reader (AU)

1.4k Words

The bell over the door jingles as you push it open, instantly greeted by the cosy warmth and the comforting chatter of regulars at Millie’s Diner. The familiar smell of crispy bacon sizzles in the kitchen, and rich, dark coffee fills the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of the pie display that beckons you from the counter. You can almost forget, if only for a moment, the weight you’ve carried since the moment your father mentioned he had something important to tell you, something that made him sit up a little taller and brush his hands nervously down his slacks. You slide into a booth, smoothing the vinyl seat and glancing around at the familiar faces - a mix of neighbours and friends who have shared countless breakfasts and Sunday brunches with you over the years. The peeling paint on the walls tells stories of laughter and tears, echoing the life you’ve known.

Your parents join you, your mother’s expression, a mix of anticipation and pride while your father fidgets with the salt shaker in front of him, his brow furrowed and serious. The waitress, a grandmotherly figure named Edna, comes by with a warm smile, pouring coffee into your cup - its warmth reassuring yet too heavy for this moment. “Thank you, Edna,” you mumble, eye flickering back to your father. He clears his throat, a sound that cuts through the din of the diner, pulling your focus back to him. “I have some news,” he begins, his voice steady but quivering at the edges, making your heart race. You lean forward slightly, your stomach tightening, a sense of foreboding creeping in. “I got the promotion I’ve been working toward for a long time.” The words hit you like a cold wave. You force a smile, celebrating his success even as a knot tightens in your throat. “That’s wonderful, Dad!” You manage, but underneath the surface, doubt and sadness brew. You glance at your mother, whose eyes sparkle with pride, but there’s a flicker of surprise there, too.

He exhales slowly, as if bracing himself. “Thank you. I’m so grateful for this opportunity.” He hesitates, searching for the right words, “But it comes with a big change… We’re moving. To New York.” The world around you fades to silence. Forks clatter onto plates, laughter turns to hushed whispers, and the coffee pot pauses mid-pour as time stretches thin before you. The weight of his words sink in, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around your chest. “New York?” You whisper, the reality sinking like a stone in your stomach. Your mind races through memories - Saturday afternoons spent at the park, long conversations with your friends under stars, lazy school days that now feel like cherished treasures. The thought of leaving it all behind is unbearable. Your father’s gaze softens. “I know it’s a big change, and it’ll be difficult, but it’s a great opportunity for all of us. You’ll have so much more -.” “But what about my friends? My life here?” You interrupt, your voice shaky. “I… I can’t just leave everything behind.”

Silence hangs in the air as he absorbs your words, his eyes filled with sympathy. Your heart races, the disappointment clawing at you like a wild beast. You can’t help but feel a wall slam shut in your mind, the thoughts swirling clashing against your sense of duty and your emerging sadness. Your mother reaches out, placing a comforting hand over yours. “Sweetheart, we can make new memories in New York. It’s a chance to explore a new place together.” “Yeah, a new place,” you echo, but it sounds hollow. What was once excitement and adventure now feels overwhelming, a daunting transition from the familiarity of your small hometown to the fast-paced bustle of the city. 

With each passing moment, the diner’s boisterous atmosphere returns to your periphery, yet you feel stranded in your thoughts, grappling with the reality that the life you’ve known is slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. As your father attempts to soothe your fears with visions of the city’s lights and the endless opportunities, the memories of laughter, of friendship, and of your hometown lay heavy in your heart - the goodbye that awaits you feels all too real. You glance around the diner one last time, imprinting its warmth and comfort into your memory, hoping perhaps New York might hold a spark of something new, something good. But right now, all you can feel is the ache of what you are leaving behind. 

The sun rises on your final week in town, a vivid reminder that time is fleeting. You sit on your bed, surrounded by half-packed boxes, the contents of your life slowly fading into the background. Extravagant plans for your last days swirl in your thoughts, but the weight of each goodbye looms like thunderclouds on the horizon. 

You wander through the local park on a crisp Autumn afternoon, the leaves crunching beneath your trainers. The familiar path curves past towering oak trees, and laughter echoes softly as children play nearby. As you reach the swings, you spot Emily, your best friend since childhood, already waiting for you, her expression a mix of joy and sadness. She jumps up, running to hug you tightly, almost as if afraid to let go. “We’re going to make the most of this week, right?” She declares, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Right,” you say, trying to smile, but it’s bittersweet. You push each other on the swings, laughter intermingling with soft sobs, a reminder of shared secrets, late-night talks, and youthful dreams. In that moment, you capture a final snapshot of the two of you - hands lifted to the sky, hearts soaring among the leaves swirling down like confetti. 

As the week unfolds, each night becomes a cherished memory. One evening, you gather with your friends at the old movie theatre, a cosy place with worn red velvet seats and a familiar smell of buttery popcorn that feels like home. The five of you huddled together, sharing a giant tub of popcorn, your favourite movie flickering on the screen. Laughter erupts as you recount inside jokes and remember school days that felt like they would last forever. When the credits roll, you all linger, reluctant to leave the warmth of the theatre. Outside, the night sky glimmers above, and you find yourselves sitting on the steps, gazing up at the stars. Each friend takes a turn sharing their favourite memory with you, voices breaking as they recount tales of adventures, mischief, and everything that made your friendship special. You choke back tears, squeezing their hands tightly. “I won’t forget any of this,” you promise, the reality of your departure crashing down around you.

On your last Saturday, you all gather at the lake - the serene spot where you spent countless summer days, splashing in the water and sharing secrets as the sun sank below the horizon. You sit together on the dock, your feet dangling above to cool water, feeling the soft breeze on your face. It’s a peaceful afternoon, but the silence is thick with unspoken words. One by one, your friends express their feelings, voices quivering with emotion. “We’ll always be friends, no matter how far apart we are,” says Jake, his eyes glistening. “You have to promise to come back and visit.” “I promise,” you assure them, though the weight of the promise feels heavy on your heart. As the sun dips lower, creating an orange glow over the lake, you pull out your phone and capture a group selfie, everyone cramming together with wide smiles - though the emotions behind them are far from joyous. The moment - crisp and vibrant - captures the essence of your bond, a record of your time together before you depart. 

As the week comes to an end, the goodbyes grow increasingly emotional. You stand at your front door as the last day dawns, surrounded by all your friends once more. Hugs and promises fill the air, voices mingling in heartfelt laughter amidst tears flowing freely. Each friend shares a token of their bond: a bracelet, a small keepsake, a heartfelt note. “Remember, we’re just a text away!” Emily insists, her smile wavering. You nod overwhelmed, “I’ll always be here for you guys.” The words are a commitment, a reassurance that despite the separation, connections can endure.  The moment is heavy with uncertainty and promise all at once. As you close the door behind them, a deep ache fills your chest, a mixture of sadness and gratitude, knowing it’s not just the town you’re leaving behind but a part of yourself that you’ve shared with them. You take a breath, glancing back at the empty rooms of your childhood home, resolving to carry their spirits with you into this new life - the friends who shaped you into who you are, no matter the distance.

[spookebee]

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[wonder-worker]

"As for the government of the kingdom, [Edward V] had complete confidence in the peers of realm and the queen."

"According to the Crowland continuator, [Elizabeth Woodville] seems to have taken the king's place in listening to his council immediately after Edward IV's death. It does appear that she expected to have some role in her son's kingship, and the Crowland continuator’s report of the letters sent to her by [Richard of Gloucester] indicates that she had good reason to expect to be able to work with him and the other councillors: 'the duke of Gloucester wrote the most pleasant letters to console the queen; he promised to come and offer submission, fealty and all that was due from him to his lord and king, Edward V, the first-born son of his brother the dead king and the queen'."

"[However], in what was Gloucester's first coup, Edward V was separated from his household and Woodville advisors. When the young king questioned the move, Buckingham was reported to have told the boy 'It is not in the business of women but men to govern kingdoms'. The blunt remark referred to the authority of Elizabeth Woodville as queen and the power she must have anticipated within the new political climate left by Edward IV's sudden death [...] While the veracity of this scene is questionable*, the words attributed to the duke no doubt seemed plausible to Dominic Mancini who believed they exemplified the popular sentiment held by men [...]."

-Dominic Mancini, The Usurpation of Richard the Third / J.L. Laynesmith, The Last Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503 / Alexander R. Brondarbit, Power Brokers and the Yorkist State, 1461-1485

*One of Mancini's key sources seems to have been Edward V's own doctor, John Argentine, who attended to him in the Tower. It's very likely that he was the one who recounted this scene to Mancini, which suggests that it should probably be considered more credible than not.

[poetpony6890]

Sometimes I’m sad then remember that Simon has a New York accent and feel a bit better

[themuselesswriter]

Here's something I never understood about Shadowhunters, with all the technology and advancements, why couldn't they just do a simple DNA test to determine who the hell Jace is instead of giving him four last names in one season?

Like, you could determine what down-worlders did what but you can't determine who Jace's parents are? What kind of BS is that?

[raurquiz]

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