#Then maybe I can leave the house 💡

[spotsandsocks]

Title for you:

From Here Til Never

Ok this was tricky… I’ve been thinking and I’m going with amnesia fic. I’ve never done one of those!

Also adding a bit to the title I’ll remember you from here to never

Eddie is missing presumed dead, I think he’s away from LA when it happens, maybe visiting Texas. Buck gets the news and is obviously distraught, already looking after Chris so he just stays at Eddie’s, regretting lost opportunities etc.

Meanwhile Eddie is somewhere else, random small town type place. Don’t ask me how he actually got there. He can’t remember his own name but some things keep catching his attention it make him feel things.

We can have a lightning storm that upsets him, makes him feel like he’s lost something important

Conveniently for me there’s a church in town called St Christopher’s that he just goes and sits outside

He catches the end of an interview of a red headed reporter on a talk show talking about her book… and loathing her on sight

On a checkup at the hospital a girl with crutches walks past and he starts crying

There’s a picture of Scottish highlands with a stag on the wall in the house he’s staying at he and he can’t stop looking at it.

He picks up a carved stag in a thrift store and has to buy it. Keeps it by his bed. Likewise he sees a st Christopher medal and buys it, puts in on straight away.

Finds out he can draw/paint but his art keeps ending up in shades of blue for some reason.

He gets taken hunting by the people who took him in and stops someone shooting a young stag when asked why he can’t explain it

He’s also strangely competent with the guns but can hardly bear to touch them.

Anyways…l time goes in then one day someone comments on his obsession with stags (which has ended up with several pictures, ornaments of stags. Except they say

“That’s a lot of Buck’s ya got there.”

Buck?

Sure male deer, stag or a buck.

Buck?

The word makes him feel strange. A sense of loss and longing.

That night he dreams of blue eyes and blood on a face he doesn’t recognise

The night after he dreams of a boy who should be wearing glasses but isn’t. He looks for those glasses in his dream until a hand covered with blood gives him a small red pair

Then sitting in front of the church again the name and the boy without glasses become one and he knows his son’s name.

He has a son. And after that another name; Buck. Buckley. Blue eyes and a red mark over one eye. A smile and a feeling. The man from his dreams. His name is Buck. The two names are accompanied by the most desperate urge to get back to them. Chris and Buck. He wants to go home. He has a home, a family. Chris and Buck.

Some investing and discussions… brother? No not a brother, definitely not a brother. Husband? That word makes him ache and he knows that he’s not a husband. They look but nothing.

Then another name comes back his own and after that more and more until he has a destination and he leaves to find it.

Probably finds Bobby first so not to give Buck and Chris a fright! Then reunion and we get Eddie explaining his collection of stags to Buck (brought them with him, putting them on shelf carefully Buck asks why and Eddie explains.

I wanted to be close to something that reminded me of what I’d lost, who I’d loved. I expect you know stags can be called bucks too.

Even when I didn’t know my name I knew yours, knew you, because I love you. I knew that even when I didn’t know anything else.

And what’s Buck going to do after that than hold onto the second chance he’s been given and kiss the man that came back to him

🤷🏻‍♀️ that’s what I’ve got … hope you like the idea 💡 and thanks for the ask 💜💜💜

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Okay no joke if I was Yves I’d be mad as hell too, like you chose this sloppy, forgetful man over HIM??? the same man that literally has your genetic sequence down to the allele by heart?? Knows all of your genetic information so well that it would put 23 and me to shame!! Not only that but like I think there was an ask about how an anon believes that Monty would’ve honestly attached himself to anyone who was just there at the right time meanwhile Yves’ love for his darling is entirely unique and under any circumstances he never feel this way for anyone else. Like UGH with Yves it’s literally all or nothing, if it’s no you, he doesn’t want it. But with Montgomery, if another person showed up he would’ve been acting the same with that person and not you!! Like his love isn’t “unique” I guess in a way.

Ooo I’d be so upset too. I wonder like has he ever at least THOUGHT about trying to do some technological fuckery to end the relationship between his darling and Montgomery? Like perhaps, doctor some text messages, do voice impersonations or create a voice impersonator so that he could make it seem like Monty was cheating on his darling, causing her to run into his arms. It would b EUREKA 💡 as f because he wouldn’t have to kill Monty bc he actually didn’t do it, and she’s no long with him. But RATS he probably wouldn’t want to bring that sort of pain onto his darling especially with the harsh feeling of betrayal, that can mentally scar someone for years, a feeling that Yves probably is quite familiar with :(.

Buttt at the same time we do have instances (such as if the reader was really old or suffering from terminal health issues) where he would lean more towards being selfish as long as you stay with him, so in certain circumstances he is selfish enough to let you go through pain as long as you’re with him. But dang now that I’m typing this, I’m like that’s probably not that good of a comparison, one’s a relationship and the other is your life.

Also he probably wouldn’t want to take away any of his darlings happiness either, but dang like what if it was something more subliminal maybe like you unconsciously hearing subliminal messages telling you to leave Monty and that all you need is Yves because he’s the only one that can make you truly happy Mann I don’t know 😔.

But at the same time I’m ngl!! I can kinda see why some of y’all like Monty. I think it was Chapter 39?? When he busted through the door of the house and essentially mollywhopped everyone. I was like wait,,, why is he kinda,,, I guess like some of the guilt of not being there for the reader coupled with what he heard was just enough to make him snap and go into a rage. And some people are probably more comfortable around someone who’s like Monty as compared to Yves.

But also like really quick! Does Monty have the same level of unconditional love as Yves? Like I think I remember reading somewhere that you could essentially try anything you want and Yves will NOT leave you, like he has permanently cemented himself to your side literally FOREVER like it’s almost cosmic in a way. I wonder if Monty has that same level of patience but in his own way.

Zhats enough of my unintelligible ramblings and questions, your last post really did it 4 me ooo I wanted to bite my phone!! Love your work!!!!!

the other ask in question

Holy fuckin shit anon thank u so much for ur thoughts i would love to hear moar feel free to ramble more in my asks!!1 these are the types of stuff that also keeps me going with my writing

also i got like newest installation where yves interacts with yan older bro

naw YVes wouldnt like paint monty as a cheater because the pain fuckin HURTS man, he would rather be cucked like indefinitely than let you go through the horrors of recovering from such betrayal, plus there is a chance that you get so hurt that you didn't want to be in a relationship anymore or even ASSOCIATED with men anymore, so Yves just shot himself in the foot

He's only selfish when it comes to keeping you with him, so too bad if you are facing horrors of the mind, you are getting revived

Yves is defnitely using the subliminal messages to his advantage. you would probably be all like "ewww" to Monty after the first few days, weeks if you're particularly into sad, dirty men. but true love can really work past that and there really isn't much he could do without devastating you

Oh yeah Monty's love is fr unconditional, if you are abusive to him, he will take it. Altho he would cry in secret, praying to god that you will one day change your ways and stop abusing him, he will never leave even if everyone around him tells him to. He would stay until he's dead or police actually caught you beating him into a pulp, but even then, he would say it was his fault for provoking you -- he would try everything in his power to get you out of trouble.

He isn't like YVes in a sense that he tries to change you, he will just beg pathetically and get fucked over and over without learning his lesson.

If you're dead, he's dead. Simple as. Nothing will get in the way of Monty's quest to be by your side as soon as possible.

thanx 4 reading my stuff anon ur analysis really made my day i love reading yalls thoughts

[rosewolfs-world]

Colourful (Pt 5)

Young Toshinori Yagi x Female OC

Warnings: swearing, hospitalization due to hero work

Part 5: Build up & Break

Year 4

💡 Time was a funny thing. Hinata was now in the last year of her nursing degree, getting ready for her medical doctorate. Over the past four years, she liked to think she’d gotten a good handle on life. Classes, friends, working with Toshinori-san and the local hospital. It was busy, but at long last, she’d found some stable ground. That is until—

☀️ Times were a’changing. He was beginning to wonder if he should reach out to Gran Torino. Surely enough time had passed by now. Surely he could go home…right? Hell, his friends even encouraged it.

 David: “Hell yea, man! Once you make it to number one you can go anywhere you like!” 

Hinata-chan: “Back to Japan? Well…if that’s your dream then I’m sure you can make it happen!”

💡 After that, the world spun on. One by one, Hinata’s roommates and friends were moving on with their lives. Toshinori was leaving. Old friends were going off, getting married, and some were even having kids! In their twenties! The thought alone was baffling to Hinata. She still had so much schooling left for her doctorate—and the idea of diving into that alone—What the hell am I doing?

☀️It was hard to believe that four years had already passed since he left home. He wondered how Gran Torino was doing, on his own back in Mustafar—wondered if his Master could see him, somehow. Suppose she would have known anything about Hinata or--if she was proud of him, wherever she was. Get it together, All Might. Toshinori shook himself. You’re almost number one. Focus on that.

💡 “I’ll be fine, Zoe. You and David go have fun at your parents' house--beach house, whatever. Just enjoy spring break with your family, alright? --Alright, I got my hands full and I still gotta get the door, so--yea, yea, Happy Easter Zoe, take care.” As soon as she hung up the phone, Hinata nearly squawked in surprise when the weight of her groceries was suddenly whisked away from her. One glimpse of familiar blue eyes and she knew exactly what had happened. “Fucking hell, Toshinori-san, you scared me! You don’t have to carry those, what are you--?”

☀️ “Hehe, sorry Hinata-chan. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you, I just, er--” Okay, he was willing to admit it. He royally sucked at focusing on the things he should be focusing on. Instead of staying alert on patrol, he’d found himself ruminating about...a lot of things. Passing by the university apartments he’d recognized the head of curly hair on the phone, her arms laden with bags. He found himself leaping forward to help without thinking. Acting is more valuable than thinking anyhow, he supposed. “Just wanted to lend a helping hand, if I could.” he smiled. 

💡 Something was up, she could just tell. Toshinori was wearing his hero smile more than usual lately; which was saying something. He’d been wearing it an awful lot before he revealed his plans to return to Japan. He never said how soon he would leave...maybe that’s what’s bothering him. Should I really dare to ask?  “Well,” Hinata hummed, “Since you’re here, you wanna stay for dinner? I made way too many ramen noodles earlier today, so I needed more ingredients and--”

☀️ Toshinori paused. Here in America, he was constantly bombarded with images of happy families gathering around a given holiday, smiles all around. Sometimes he wondered what Shimura Nana’s family would be doing right now if she were alive. Suppose she hadn’t sacrificed their relationship for the sake of heroism.  He shook himself internally. If he followed those thoughts much further he would lose his smile. That’s the last thing Nana would want for him...and Hinata too, comes to think of it. “Sure!” He beamed. “I’d be delighted.”

💡 Together they sorted the groceries and finished up dinner. In those moments Hinata felt the distinctly warm tingle of deja-vu trickling down her spine. Toshinori-san was as frantic an eater as he always was.  Broth splattered his wrists and collar as he scarfed everything down. The memory squeezed at her sternum, crumpling her nerves into a tight, yearning knot. Hinata bit her lip. “Toshinori-san--” he immediately glanced over at her address. “I know you want to go home sometime soon, but--I’ve honestly been wondering why. Am I allowed to ask that?” Toshinori looked back at his empty bowl, carefully considering before--

☀️ He finally told her. He finally talked to her about...everything. She already knew about Gran Torino (Because he was basically her favourite hero and Toshinori couldn’t resist showing off a *little*). But then he told her why he knew Gran Torino. About Shimura Nana, his master, and how she’d died. Why he wanted to go back... Even years after the fact, the memories still hurt. And Hinata, bless her—

💡Revenge, for Shimura Nana...There was no denying it. She let her emotions get the best of her. Shimura...so that’s why he wanted to know me. If she had been smart, when Toshinori bore his whole story to her, she would have screamed or cried or pushed him away. Instead, she held him close and said: “I’m sorry, Toshinori-san--'' I'm sorry I can’t be who you want me to be. “--Us Shimuras are a dime a dozen back home. But it’s alright--if your master was as amazing as you say she was, I’m sure she’s already proud of you.” Just as proud as I was. “ Whatever you choose going forward, I’m sure that’ll never change.”

☀️ Her soft words prompted him to look at her. His heart stumbled in his chest at the sight of her --I didn’t realize she was so close! “Th-thank you, Hinata-chan,” he stammered. This was one of the rare occasions where she had her hair down. The inky black waves framed her round face beautifully; the smattering of freckles over her cheeks like paint-splattered stars. He’d never noticed before how the freckles lined her upper lip as well...Toshinori immediately forced his gaze upward again. Her eyes were locked on him.  But they shouldn’t have been glimmering so much, he could hardly see their golden colour anymore. Wait, is she--?

💡 Hinata quickly turned away. Nope, not here. Nope. Not crying. Not in front of Toshinori. Hell no. Collecting both their bowls, she set about doing the dishes--leaving Toshinori stunned and confused on her living room sofa. Dammit. The ceramic clattered abruptly in the steel sink. She didn’t flinch. Dammit, dammit, dammit--Wooden utensils, cast iron pots and pans all clacking together. Hinata’s eyes fluttered persistently. God damn it, why?! Why me, why now...Why him? The sound of running water was just enough to smother her sniffles and silent tears. 

☀️ Something was wrong. He could just tell. In the weeks after his...admission (he honestly couldn’t think of what else to call it) it was as if Hinata had vanished. Not in the way one would expect, she still answered his texts and patched up his wounds. But in the midst of their everyday routine--something was lost. Her friendly voice was brittle. Her smiles felt hollow. The sight tugged at something in his chest, though it felt more like tearing fabric. She was there, but she wasn’t really...There. He didn’t know what to do about it. Or why it hurt so much.

💡 God damn it, why can’t I focus?! Hinata’s head fell to her desk with a dull thud. It was a stupid question. She already knew the answer. It was always there; in her life, in her mind, it’d become commonplace by now. If anything, she actually needed to stop thinking about that shit.  But somehow it seemed lately like her sensitivity to it—to him—had been turned up a thousand notches. Her eyes stung all over again just thinking about his smile. --Fucking hell, why do I do this to myself?

☀️ Okay, that was a lie. He knew. Perhaps he always knew, somewhere inside. But subconsciously knowing and consciously acknowledging something were two very different things. Actually, there was an internal sense of relief, in finding the words for what he felt. The problem was trying to express himself to her. Every time she greeted him, he lost his words. By the time he opened his mouth, her smile was turned to someone else. He didn’t know what to do. How to convince her to stop--to look at him and really listen--as she had before. If I could just tell her, maybe...

💡 “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” 

“No, Zoe, I’m not.”

 “Yea, you are!”

 “No, I’m not.”

 “Hina, come on--” 

“No, I didn’t let you drag me to some bar just for an interrogation. Are we gonna drink, or not?”

☀️ The more he kept his words to himself, the more they filled his mind--swirling around with all the unanswered questions and half-baked reasons he couldn’t understand. She’d told him stories about her family; how so many of them had become heroes, travelled the world...lost their lives. Toshinori paused. He knew what the life of a hero was like, so many hours away from home, throwing himself into danger for the safety of others. Hinata knew it, too, she understood his lifestyle better than almost anyone else he’d ever met. But despite the risk, she’d never shied away before. What changed? What can I do--A thunderous rumble rolled through the air. 

💡It’s hopeless. She knows she’s a lost cause; at this point, she’s just being stubborn. More like quaking in her boots, or shoving shaky hands in her pockets. She knows what’s going on inside her head. There’s only one reason why her stomach would be twisted in this many knots. Or why her pulse constantly flutters at the sight of that smile. She knows. But all the same, seeing the news in a window display, her nerves are validated in the worst way possible. Just when she starts to think she’s falling in love with him--villains decide to set the world on fire. 

☀️Toshinori ended up in a critical condition in the hospital--fading in and out of being like a ghost. Sometimes he heard the muttering of voices. The beeping of machines. He couldn’t open his eyes. Couldn’t see a thing. Everything smelled sterile, along with the pungent citrus sting of window cleaner. But there were quiet moments, too. Tendrils of gold would bloom into his empty world, rousing him from slumber. Warmth like an unfurling sunbeam would spread from wherever she touched. He knew the feeling of her quirk just as well as his own. He would feel a cool hand pressed to his, or hear a soft voice murmuring to him from his bedside. Hinata...you’re here.

💡 It felt so strange, whispering stories to his lifeless body. “A few years ago, there was an incident, an oil rig, off the coast. My aunt was among the heroes trying to rescue the stranded workers. They got the civilians out, but she--she didn’t make it. The day you and I met, I’d just returned from her wake--can’t call it a funeral if they never found her body.” Her grip tightened as she rested her head on their joined hands. “I never wanted to do that again, wakes, funerals, always being left behind. I'm sick of it. I can’t do it, Toshinori. I can’t lose someone again.”Please don’t leave me...

☀️Little did she know, he could hear her. Every word. He tried to move, tried to speak. Tried to channel all his strength into just that one hand. I won’t go. Don’t give up. But he couldn’t move. He could barely draw his breath. Dammit. Pathetic.

💡 One day, Hinata took a deep breath. No more. She stood from her seat in the hospital room. After already losing so many loved ones to heroics, she knew. --If she let herself fall for Toshinori and he disappeared, she would break completely. Not a chance. It was impossible to ignore. Shit like this happens to heroes all the time, death, disappearances and worse. If she couldn’t handle the risk, then she shouldn’t try. It was like that American saying, ‘if you can’t take the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen’. Hinata cast one last glance over her shoulder. There lay Toshinori, lifeless, mummified beyond recognition.  No more. She swallowed the lump in her throat—time to move on.

☀️He hated hospitals. This incident did nothing to change that. Through his weeks of gruelling recovery, the brightest part of his day was always her. She visited him every day--sometimes in scrubs, sometimes in civvies, but always with bouncing curls and sparkling eyes. When he was finally allowed to check out of the hospital, she was beside him. She held up most of the conversation while he concentrated on walking--that is until a particular phrase caught his ear--

 “What was that?”

 Hinata paused. “I met someone,” she tells him. 

“You-you did?”

 “Yea, uhm, Zoe dragged me out to some bar a couple of months ago before you got hurt, and I, uh, that’s where I met Jason. He’s picking us up today and--and he’s been a big help. God knows I’ve been a frustrated mess through this whole thing and--”

 “Are you happy with him?”

 “Huh?”

 “Are you happy?”

 After a moment’s consideration, she smiles. “Hai! All the more now that you’re back, Toshinori-san.” 

Toshinori smiled but said nothing.

[silverlinedeyes]

Gwyn is a Lightsinger Part II: The Bonus Chapter

This post is a follow-up to this one, and is an in-depth analysis of every part of the bonus chapter that I think *might* be a hint that Gwyn is a lightsinger. I realize that some of this analysis might be a stretch, but I’m putting it all out there in this post. This post also includes a few crack theories, just FYI 🤣. Regardless, I believe Sarah might have put the scene with Gwyn in the bonus to plant more seeds that Gwyn is a lightsinger, and also to foreshadow for the reader that Gwyn and Az’s connection in the next book is going to be related to this (and not in a romantic way). (NB: **I fully recognize that this scene also might be hinting at Gwynriel as endgame, and that my theory about this scene might be wrong.)

I will also be explaining how I think the bonus chapter shows that Gwyn lured Azriel with her powers.

As usual, if the Gwyn lightsinger theory isn’t your thing, please scroll past.

💡The scene starts with Az leaving the River House and going to the roof of the House of Wind to get away, but he encounters something unexpected when he gets there:

Gwyn is on the roof, but his shadows for some reason didn’t warn him she was there. He points this out because it’s odd to him—they must typically warn him of these things. So why didn’t they? I think there are two possible explanations:

They didn’t sense her because her lightsinger powers shield her from them; or

She wasn’t there before, and has just arrived. Cassian tells us that lightsingers appear when you are lost, and they appear as friendly faces. Azriel at this moment is very lost—he has just hurt Elain, and his brother and high lord has told him he must stay away from her. So what if (and this is a complete crack theory) Gwyn appeared on the roof right before Az got there because he was lost?

💡When he and Gwyn start talking, we see that his shadows are very curious about her:

It seems like this might be because she’s a lightsinger and they are drawn to her, or interested in her power. And she also smiles at the shadows—is this because she recognizes something in them too, a connection to them because of her power? Or is it possible she recognizes she can lure them or control them too?

💡Then we see his shadows react to her further:

One of Azriel’s shadows darts out to dance with Gwyn’s breath “like it heard some silent music.” So I think his shadows *did* hear some silent music. In fact, this bonus scene makes me suspect that Gwyn can emit silent music that lures people or things, and that she doesn’t have to be singing outloud to use her powers. Indeed, his shadows seem drawn to Gwyn, or maybe even lured by her, when they dart out to dance with her breath.

💡Later in the scene, we get this exchange:

First, it’s interesting that her hair is described as “shining like molten metal” here. I think this suggests that she is using her powers at this point. In ACOWAR, Lucien is described the same way at one point when his temper rises, almost like his power was rising in him.

Anyways, back to the bonus. So Gwyn asks Azriel if he sings, and she points out that he’s a shadowsinger and asks if that’s because he sings.

We all know Azriel is a shadowsinger, so at first glance this exchange seems odd. But I think the whole point of this exchange was for the reader—to remind us that Azriel is a shadowsinger, and that there are capital-S singers in this world. And that there might be a connection between his powers and singing. And, if you were paying close attention during ACOSF, it might remind you of another capital-S singer we learned of—lightsingers. LIGHTsingers. Whose powers might have a connection to singing and light. Sound like anyone we know?

So I think sarah might have put this exchange about singing into the bonus specifically to make the reader think about capital-S Singers and lightsingers in particular, to help the reader realize that Gwyn is in fact a capital-S singer too—she’s a lightsinger.

💡Az then proceeds to train Gwyn to help her cut the ribbon, and after she makes a joke about Cassian and Nesta, she smiles at him and thanks him, to which he reacts:

Something restless in him settles, and even his shadows calmed. Now of course this could be because training Gwyn and her irreverence have made him calm down. But I think it’s also possible she has lured him and his shadows to relax here. And that’s why his shadows are content to lounge on his shoulders and watch her—because they’re entranced (literally).

💡Azriel leaves shortly thereafter, and as he’s leaving, this occurs:

He could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him, and that his shadows sang in answer. Azriel isn’t sure he even hears this music, which to me suggests it again might be silent music that he can only sense because he’s a shadowsinger, which allows him to hear things others cant. Is this another hint that gwyn can emit silent music and use her powers that way? Is she using her powers on Az and his shadows in this moment?

And here’s another crack (and I mean CRACK) theory: did Gwyn lure Az’s shadows to retrieve the necklace from Elain? If she (or whoever is controlling or manipulating her) wants the necklace, I could see a world in which this happened, though of course it seems much more likely that Elain returned the necklace because she felt hurt and rejected.

💡The next day Az spends the whole day intending to return the necklace.

The use of passive language here is interesting. He “found” himself at the library, almost as if he didn’t actively choose to go there, but instead was drawn or lured there. And he finds himself there at 7. Why did sarah tell us the time here of all places? Because the time matters. And that just so happens to be the time the priestesses started singing in chapter 52 (which would occur just before 7 here because the sun sets earliest on solstice). So gwyn would have started singing just before Azriel found himself at the library.

This seems like a big hint that he was lured there by gwyn’s singing.

💡After he arrives at the library, he asks Clotho to give Gwyn the necklace, and the scene closes with this:

We have a lot of language suggesting lightsingers here. Something “sparked” in azriel’s chest. How Gwyn’s eyes might “light” upon seeing the necklace. The image “glowed” quietly deep inside him. Did sarah specifically choose these words to hint to us that Gwyn has lured him? Does the image “glow” because a lightsinger lured him into seeing the image?

I also think it’s important that he sees an “image” here. If you read part one, you’ll know that SJM uses the word “summon” to describe Gwyn’s singing. And here are the definitions of “summon”:

“To call an image to mind.” So did Gwyn summon this image to Azriel’s mind and cause him to see it, just like she appears to have summoned the vision of the harp to Nesta’s mind?

And again, we have passive language. “For whatever reason...he could see it.” He doesn’t understand why this image popped into his head or where it came from. And it seems to me that’s because the image was PUT in his head—he was lured into seeing it. So he doesn’t understand why it popped into his head because he didn’t think of it himself.

Finally, we have the last line. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. When Nesta first meets gwyn, she describes her as having a secret beneath her pretty face. Is this a nod to that line, and Gwyn’s secret—that she’s a lightsinger? And her secret, lovely beauty comes from her being a lightsinger?

So what does this mean?

If this theory is right, and Gwyn did lure Az into bringing her the necklace, I’m not sure why Gwyn lured him there.

Was it accidental because she doesn’t know she is a lightsinger?

If it was purposeful, did someone make gwyn lure him?

And is there a reason she or they want the necklace?

Finally, is Koschei involved in this? And is he going to use Gwyn to try to lure Az to him, since it seem that Koschei wants Az (maybe to find the fourth trove that’s hidden in the shadows?)?

[wherewhereare]

Spill the beans Bugs! You're a source. It's more responsible of you if you provide your information in a more complete manner. Otherwise, it's fake news. 🤷‍♂️

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GR posted 4hrs ago

2.  Gwen is on the ground in LA. She's probably headed straight to Gavin's to lay with her babies. The world is in chaos. Time to reconcile with her family. ✌❤💡 peace, love, and light to you🙏

3.  Haha! This is not a busy flight path and if the pilot had a set time to be in LA to pick someone up, he would have been there. That’s what he gets paid for.

4.  Maybe Gwen did somehow get back to LA and it’s just picking her up now to bring her back to OK. That would make more sense for a late night flight rather than the kids.

5.  If it doesn’t fly back tonight, I’m guessing Gwen is in LA and will fly back later in the week with the family.

6.  GR posted hrs ago before the plane left Also the plane would have picked up if anyone was heading back. It’s a pickup either tonight or maybe early morning

7.  My guess is the plane was empty and the pilots are staying in LA overnight. Tomorrow morning the plane will fly back to OK with the boys and maybe Todd’s family and Gwen’s parents.

8. Not assuming she’s going to stay in LA if she is going back. Especially if the plane doesn’t immediately go back. Might head back with the family later in the week.

9. Oklahoma is forecast for severe and very rainy weather for the next week so I'm not sure Gwen will head back to Oklahoma with the family right away. I'm sure the boys are already anxious with what's happening so to add severe weather warnings to the mix would be alot for them in my opinion. So much for everyone at the moment. Everything feels so heavy. Any suggestions to make it feel lighter? Ugh. I hate this.

 10. It’s on it’s way. I think it’s a drop off. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Boys private school seem like they will want a more strict schedule.

11. The plane probably flys to Ardmore for Blake because he’s not going to drive alone to Texas. But I could see him just driving someone there if he’s staying in OK and can just drive back.

 12. More likely than not, Gwen is in OK. But question is if the plane is dropping off or picking up. If no return flight scheduled then idk.

13. GR just posted with Apollo so I don’t think it’s going to pick up the boys at least.

14. Unless it's picking up fam and kids and go back to OK

15. I think it has happened on occasion that Blake has gone to Sherman, TX to catch the plane instead of it always coming to Ardmore. It certainly picks him up in Ardmore the majority of the time but not necessarily always.

16. Let me explain something.. There we're no charters to LA from Nebraska She's in OK with blake

17. Boys are 100% with GR still, so you can bet Gwen is in OK.

 18. Also, Blake has left from Sherman before when he’s been at the lake house instead of the ranch. The Sherman airport is closer to the lake house than the Ardmore one is.

19. Anonymous said: It flew from Sherman with the boys in December.

 20. Anonymous said: It’s rare but yes Blake has flown straight from TX. Usually he only does during summer at the lake house. This time of year its rare.

Anonymous said:

Your arm wrestling match is with a troll!

Anonymous said:

Sorry, but anyone who thinks Gwen is in LA is crazy. Blake didn't leave her in Omaha to jump on a private plane owned by a company with LA ties. If she needed to go to LA, he would have flown her there.

Anonymous said:

It just seems weird to me to change plans just because of coronavirus. If anything, Blake and Gwen May have been exposed to more people and city to city, fans from everywhere.Maybe safer for kids to be with GR.

Anonymous said:

She's in OK.. How would she get to LA?

Anonymous said:

This is a change then. Everyone thought GR would keep kids until after Houston rodeo. Why change schedules so suddenly? GR isn’t going anywhere and neither is Gwen.

Anonymous said:

I think GR is technically supposed to have the boys until at least Tuesday (Gwen was supposed to be in DR tonight and then the Rodeo Tuesday). I suppose it could just be going for Todd, Jen, etc. for now 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anonymous said:

The plane could be flying to LA tonight to pick up the family tomorrow morning.

Anonymous said:

They must be in texas then..

[alyjojo]

Advice to Work on Yourself 📢 in May 2022: Aries

7 Pentacles - 4 Swords - Ace of Swords rev

Regarding: 8 Swords rev

It’s looking like you’re trying to rush into something stupid, to be frank, like I can be any other way. Spirit is saying you need to set yourself free from whatever this new thing is that has lit your fire. The Tower is here as well, with Death, it looks like you’re about ready to burn the house down, in some sense. Leave a job, a relationship, a friendship or family interaction, some structure of your life is in danger of being torched by your passion. Or anger. You haven’t, because you’re stuck in your head thinking it over, indecisive whether to make some grand proclamation that you’re leaving forever and let don’t let the door hit them where the good Lord split them 😆 Casting final Judgement. Spirit says chill, and there’s a reason you haven’t rushed ahead to do this, because your intuition knows this is more of a cry for attention than a legitimate issue ❄️

7 Pentacles is an energy of stepping back and looking at all of the seeds you’ve planted, the hard work, time, energy, money, love, everything you’ve put into this situation and really think it over. Clarified by The Hermit, and really, they’re just repeating the same message. You need time alone to contemplate the reality of your feelings, why you feel what you feel, what’s going on, what/who is to blame, what is your own role, etc etc. Be very clear & honest with yourself. By taking this time, Justice shows you’ll make the right decision, but you’ve got to be clear-headed, and right now you’re fueled by passion or rage. 4 Swords is taking a break, similar message, clarified by you, Queen of Wands. You need to heal, rest, take time alone, think on some things, and you don’t need to excuse or apologize for any of it. Ace of Swords rev is either you being very confused or unclear about what you’re actually doing with Death & The Tower (or the after effects)...or you’re lying to yourself. Maybe others. This can also be telling you to keep mum on whatever these destructive thoughts or desires are, because even honesty may pave the way for these things to materialize. Then it’s out of your hands, so be smart about it 💡

Animal Oracle: Platypus 🤎

“Stop complaining and focus your attention on the blessings in your life.”

Complaining about this or that is a way to blow off steam, which can be healthy to a degree, but ultimately - it isn’t very helpful - for you or anyone around you. Lift yourself up no matter what your present circumstances are, face the day head-on, and notice which thoughts you tend to put most of your attention on. Whatever the nature of those thoughts, the consequences manifest not only in your feelings but eventually in the world around you.

Power flows where your attention goes. When your attention is focused on negative thoughts, negative experiences result. Whenever you notice yourself repeatedly attending to negative thoughts, practice shifting your attention to thoughts of gratitude. What are the things that make you happy? You may find a discrepancy in what makes you happy and what you’re doing right now. Either change your life and start doing what makes you happy, or change your thinking to enjoy what is happening in the moment. It’s up to you.

Artist Oracle: JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT

- In lieu of a canvas, find a wall.

- Try collaborating with Andy Warhol (or an expert, mentor, guide)

- Good work can come from bad habits.

Advice:

- Be Present in the Moment

Charms:

Pearl of Wisdom 🦪 on 2 Swords shows there being a good reason why you’re pausing instead of rushing forth like you sometimes do, and it’s that reason you need to consider carefully. By thinking this over carefully, you’re likely to have inspirational thoughts or clarity you’ve not had prior, because you’ve not taken the time to really figure it out.

The Sun ☀️ on 7 Pentacles is complete happiness, confidence, success. It’s like a message to be more optimistic when you’re considering your life as it stands. Your animal card says to stop complaining, this is a running trend in your read. Could things be worse? Are you grateful? Are you happy? What happens, realistically, if you do give up? It doesn’t seem like you’re unhappy, just that you’re fired up and want to prove a point. Speaking solely from experience, if you’re burning Towers in other people’s lives, no one cares what your point is... just be mindful of that ☀️

[littlesmolbean98]

🎀 I like to wear oversized t shirts with leggings under them, but only if I have to leave the house. I’ll wear bobbles in my hair no matter what though.

🍼 Bottles!

🌈 Pink!!!

🍓Grapes. They are so easy and I like to catch them in my mouth!

💤 9:30 in bed 10:00 lights out.

🎂3-5

🥞I like to have dairy free yogurt with blueberries and granola on top.

‼️little shows, podcast kid stories, long shirts with no pants, seeing dogs in public, having my hair done in kid styles. (I might post more🤷‍♀️)

💗No I do not. I am my own care giver. Little me is patented by big me. (Does anyone else do that?)

✨Why not both? I think stars are slightly better because they don’t make a mess.

🧚‍♀️uhhhhh no.. 🙈 I’m a theatre technician and my love of all stuff tech follows me to little space. It’s hard to believe in magic when you know how it all works.

🎒 I’m in university

🐨it changes all the time! I do love doggies though!!

🐾No, it seems like fun though. I also have a lot of questions about it.

🌸being an innocent squishy baby.

🌧I love the sun! ☀️

🥕it depends! Is it for a snack or for a meal!! Fruit is so sweet and yummy, but veggies are so satisfying!

🍭I only eat candy if someone brings it to class to share. I do make a lot of low carb cookies though!

🎅🏻he is in movies!

👶🏼I know one other regressor, but we haven’t met. We just send each other pictures of little things we do.

💋my mama! The woman knows all of my secrets and even about my regression and still loves me.

😷I sleep all day in bed with my stuffie, Lucky Charms. He protects me from the bad stuff and icky germs.

🌟no the light hurts my eyes.

😡when people shout in my building.

🖍sometimes, other times I can’t sit still long enough to colour.

💌fluffy movie endings! They will put me in a good mood all day!

🛁showers!

🎈my stuffies

🎉uh any day that I get to go home ✈️ 🏡

🛍I have been shopping for more little clothing

🎞”How To Train Your Dragon” and “Voltron”, yes I know it was the worst, but little me loves Keith. I’m starting to get into “My Hero Academia” so maybe that too?

💡to build a cardboard spaceship!

🎠the park. Swing sets are the best.

���camp songs! (Princess Pat is my favourite)

🎨watching shows, arts and crafts, playing dress up.

🏄‍♀️I can sometimes make some really cool clothes

💛How resilient I am, I have gone through the worst, but found little me and now it’s getting better.

cglre asks!

🎀 what clothes do you wear when you’re little?

🍼 do you like bottles or sippy cups?

🌈 favorite colors?

🍓 favorite little snack?

💤 do you have a bedtime?

🎂 what’s your little age?

🥞 what do you like to eat for breakfast?

‼️ what helps you feel small?

💗 do you have a caregiver?

✨ glitter or glow in the dark stars?

🧚🏼‍♀️ do you believe in magic?

🎒 are you still in school?

🐨 favorite animal?

🐾 do you pet regress?

🌸 favorite thing about regression?

🌧 what kind of weather do you like the most?

💧 what makes you sad when you’re small?

🥕 do you like fruits or veggies more?

🍭 how often do you eat candy?

🎅🏻 is santa real?

👶🏼 do you have any little friends?

💋 who do you love the most?

😷 what do you do when you get sick?

🌟 do you use a nightlight?

😡 something that makes you mad!

🖍 do you like to color?

💌 what’s something that makes you feel super happy?

🛁 do you like baths or showers more?

🎈 favorite thing to play with?

🎉 what’s an important date to you?

🛍 what do you like to buy for your regression?

🎞 what kind of movies or shows make you feel little?

💡 some awesome ideas you have!

🎠 favorite place to go when small?

🎼 what kind of music makes you feel little?

🎨 favorite activities while small?

🏄🏻‍♀️ your best talent?

💛 favorite thing about yourself?

[clatterbane]

I’m feeling particularly like some type of not very social goblin lurking around here this afternoon.

This morning I got back down for a nap at about the same time Mr. C was getting up. (Though I think the screaming Feist mugging me for attention, as she does, helped get him up then.) Because I’ve started back on that awkward split sleep schedule, hoping it will help some again with the damned legs.

So, I didn’t get to spend time with him earlier. I set an alarm for 2 p.m., thinking that should leave some time before he took off for a birthday thing I wanted to but just couldn’t go along to this evening.

Nope! Apparently he was planning to leave around 2, and popped his head into the bedroom with his jacket already on and everything, to say goodbye as soon as he heard the alarm going off. Then hustled straight out. Didn’t even get a chance to hug him before he was practically sprinting out of the house.

Even with the trains expected not to be running between here and where he’s going today, that seemed a tad early to leave. He mentioned adding on an extra hour’s travel time to deal with rail replacement buses, etc., but still. Leave at 2 for an evening pub meetup on the same side of London?!

But, all was explained when I checked the announcement again: “from 4pm on” (and also likely to be there a while, as one might expect).💡 Of course he would set off that early. I wouldn’t have interpreted the invite in quite the same way, but yeah. 4:00 was specifically mentioned! Dude can’t help it. At least a pub isn’t a bad place to wait for possibly everyone else to show up 😂

(One way I might have a rough time in Sweden–no pun intended, believe it or not–but yeah. He also errs on the side of overcompensating for his own executive function weirdness by leaving extra early for pretty much everything. With the rather different standards there, it’s even more surprising he didn’t run as hard as he could in the other direction, when I managed to get lost multiple times and show up almost 2 hours late to meet up with him somewhere in Central London, like the day after we met in person 🙄)

I had to get a little amused, figuring out wth was going on there. But anyway, I can’t say I’m that pleased overall at how things have turned out so far today. Maybe I could have gone too–and gotten to see some people I like, after too long!–if we’d cabbed it there and back. But, there was especially no way with the extra public transport fun involved today. Just not happening, and this shit can get old. Really feeling it today.

Plus, tbf, it’s February and that rarely makes any situation look better. Really not a fan of my body right now, to be sure.