#This is justice for TUA too

[that-spooky-bitch-koneko]

I just started this show. But I've been fighting for my own favorite show for months!🏴‍☠️ I won't let another fandom hurt. I'm tired of Queer and diverse stories not being finished!! 🏳️‍🌈

[snackhouse]

Now I've finished Umbrella Academy season 4 I can officially delete Netflix forever and never have my heart broken again

[avilas-neila]

that was an actual nightmare of a final season for many reasons but a real tear rolled down my face as i realized that they were actually serious about breaking up diegolila for fucking fivelila of all goddamn things…

[simp4characters]

Just watched season 4 of the umbrella academy.

✨I need therapy and fanfiction to make everything better✨

[spencerrxids]

TUA S4 SPOILERS

season so bad i took time to post to tell people how much I hate that last season. wtf?!?!?! it doesn’t feel like an UMBRELLA season at all. it is disgusting to see characters developments got butchered the last minute because the writer think it’s cool or whatsoever. and the worst part I’M NOT EVEN SAD ABOUT BEN AT ALL (literally the guy i ended up making one-shot about cause i love him a bit too much) idgaf about Jennifer i said what i said. 🙄🙄🙄

seriously put me in the writing room. I’ll volunteer to rewrite the whole season for free to bring justice to Five, Lila, Diego, EVERYONE.

wouldn’t be better if they die (yes, still) then they born again in the original timeline with their original parents that will get pregnant normally this time. so the show would have ended with glimpse of them together even though they have different ages (it is shown that Ben’s mother was young and Five’s mother was a women so that’ll explain the age differences)

[pepperf]

Curator and art thief AU:

Museums around the world have been the target of a series of thefts, and curator Lila has just had a tip-off that her collection is next. So of course she's going to set a trap - no need to get the police involved, they'd only muck it up.

But when she and the elusive Kraken finally meet, she finds that his Robin Hood ethics challenge some of her own principles - and it doesn't help (hurt?) that he's surprisingly attractive, too. Is she really going to bring him to justice…or can they work this out some other way?

(Tag to follow/block: tua diego/lila au inspo

Feel free to use any of these as jumping-off points for fic etc, if any of them grab you.)

[mothpdf]

Claudia|| Cálice by Chico Buarque

feat. my amateur translation (because google doesn't do it justice) and some background history under the cut.

Cálice was composed by Chico Buarque and Gilberto Gil for a music festival in 1973, protesting the Vargas military dictatorship that lasted between 1964-1985 in Brazil. The word 'Cálice' meaning chalice is pronounced the same way as 'cale-se' which translates to be quiet or shut up.

During this time 'enemies of the regime' would regularly be abducted and tortured, their corpses later found floating in bodies of water (the "lagoon monster" referred to in the song). In addition to political activists, artists (particularly songwriters and authors) who were less than enthusiastic about the Vargas regime were heavily censored.

The song was not approved to be presented by the Brazillian office of censorship. Despite this, Chico Buarque and Gilberto Gil decided to perform it, humming the melody of the song and only speaking out loud the word "Cálice!" where it appeared in the lyrics. Their microphones were turned off partway through the song anyways (Notas sobre “Cálice”, Walter Garcia). The full version of the song was only released in 1978.

chorus: Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice x3 De vinho tinto de sangue father take away from me this chalice x3 of red blood-wine

Como beber dessa bebida amarga?  Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta  Mesmo calada a boca, resta o peito  Silêncio na cidade não se escuta how does one drink this bitter drink? guzzle the pain, swallow the toil though your mouth is shut, your chest remains Silence can't be heard in the city 

De que me vale ser filho da santa?  Melhor seria ser filho da outra  Outra realidade menos morta  Tanta mentira, tanta força bruta what good is it being the saint’s son? it'd be better to be son of another* another reality less dead than this one so many lies, so much brute force

Como é difícil acordar calado Se na calada da noite eu me dano Quero lançar um grito desumano Que é a maneira de ser escutado how hard it is to wake up silenced when it's in the silence of night that I damn myself I want to let out an inhuman scream which is a way to be heard

Esse silêncio todo me atordoa Atordoado eu permaneço atento Na arquibancada pra a qualquer momento Ver emergir o monstro da lagoa all this silence torments me tormented, i stay alert in the bleachers to at any moment see the monster of the lagoon emerge

De muito gorda a porca já não anda (Cale-se) De muito usada a faca já não corta Como é difícil, pai, abrir a porta (Pai, cale-se)  Essa palavra presa na garganta too fat, the pig no longer walks (shut up) too used, the knife no longer cuts how hard it is, dad, to open the door (father, shut up) this word stuck in my throat

Esse pileque homérico no mundo De que adianta ter boa vontade  Mesmo calado o peito, resta a cuca Dos bêbados do centro da cidade this homeric drunkenness in the world what's the point of having good will  though the chest is silenced, the head remains of the drunks of the city center

Talvez o mundo não seja pequeno (Cale-se)  Nem seja a vida um fato consumado (Cale-se, Cale-se) Quero inventar o meu próprio pecado (Cale-se, Cale-se, Cale-se) Quero morrer do meu próprio veneno (Pai, Cale-se, Cale-se) maybe the world isn't small (shut up) nor is life a consummate fact (shut up, shut up) I want to invent my own sin (shut up, shut up, shut up) I want to die of my own poison (father, shut up, shut up)

 Quero perder de vez tua cabeça (Cale-se) Minha cabeça perder teu juízo (Cale-se) Quero cheirar fumaça de óleo diesel (Cale-se) Me embriagar até que alguém me esqueça (Cale-se) I want to lose your head once and for all (shut up) my head, lose your mind (shut up) I want to smell diesel smoke (shut up) Get drunk until someone forgets me (shut up)

*the lyric here was supposedly changed from the original filho da puta translating to 'son of the whore' or more colloquially 'son of a bitch'

[shizuoi]

20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

thank you for tagging me @seek--rest ♡♡♡

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

81

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

468,946

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i dabble in anything that attracts my interest, but for the last year it's been exclusively lockwood & co!

4. top five fics by kudos:

my scorching sun, show me the way (marvel's eternals)

you'll find love with me somehow (marvel's eternals)

i can see your heart beneath your ribcage (you should save it for me) (enola holmes)

prepare for trouble (and make it double) (the magnus archives)

pulling teeth behind bottom lip (山河令 word of honor)

5. do you respond to comments?

yes unless they make me uncomfortable

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don't really write non-happy endings but you might think you've caught her (but you've blown your only shot) (tua) had an open-ended dark ending which was pretty ooc for me

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

dskjalhsgdfjkal literally close your eyes and click on any of my fics tbh but recency bias demands the hanahaki au heartburn (l&co)

8. do you get hate on fics?

maybe once or twice but i deleted the comments immediately and haven't thought of them since. i don't tend to write in very big fandoms so i fly under the radar for the most part i think

9. do you write smut?

do i ever :3

10. craziest crossover:

i'm more an au person than a crossover person; closest thing that would qualify would be the l&co now you see me au pros and cons

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i...think so? it wasn't a direct copy/stolen per se, but it felt heavily inspired...

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

many times!! very honored every time people ask ♡

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

TheMalapert and RainShadow07 and i have a few things cooking (katabasis, permutations, a secret new series coming up :3)

14. all time favorite ship?

oh jesus this is tough but i can't say no to some good spirk

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mm not sure, my interests bounce around a lot so sometimes i'll think i won't ever pick anything up again and then BAM inspo so i'm gonna cop out of this question LOL

16. what are your writing strengths?

dialogue and realistic character interactions and introspection. characters are very important to me and i always strive to do them justice by taking readers through their struggles in a compelling way that makes the outcome that much more satisfying. i also think i do a decent job at creating interesting worlds (on the surface)

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

following up with my previous answer, i'm good at ideating smaller/surface worlds, but my worldbuilding is pretty weak when you dig deeper. i do this on purpose sometimes because if i get too sucked up in the worldbuilding/situation, it throttles my ability to explore characters without feeling trapped and that really frustrates me. i have a fic im going to post this month that i did so much research for the world and parts of the character's backstory that i'm creating that i basically paralyzed myself for months because i was too afraid to write the character inaccurately in accordance with all the research i had done and knowledge i had accumulated. definitely something i would like to improve on!

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

when done with respect and intention, it's a very powerful tool. i have a fic that i'm writing where there's non-english dialogue and i think about this poem often

19. first fandom you wrote in?

young justice i think? (on ye olde ff.net)

20. favorite fic you've written?

til' veins run red and blue because it has a strange longevity on ao3 and every time i go back to read it just to make sure it's not bad i always emerge very pleased with myself LOL

tagging: @ohmyoverland, @synestheticwanderings, @woahpip, @dappledwrites, @lemonsharks, and anyone else who wants to partake!! consider yourself tagged ♡♡♡

[whattheabcxyz]

2024-08-03

Singapore

Where to catch NDP 2024 fireworks

Tuas Viaduct & other roads in Tuas South to be enhanced for future industrial/port activities

Developers more upbeat about Loyang EC site than Margaret Drive private condo plot

Moonlighting Gain City employee hospitalised after falling from 3rd floor of industrial building - he's a China national ...only 1 thing to say: 活该！！！🖕🏻

S$53m recovered by Singapore police, Timor-Leste authorities & Interpol after email scam - the scammer had posed as a supplier over email & tricked a Singapore business into transferring funds to a fraudulent bank account in Timor-Leste

Singapore tops list of unhappiest employees among Southeast Asian countries, survey finds - bet we top the list of stupidest employees too

Video of cyclists ignoring red light at West Coast Highway sparks criticism - authorities gonna do nothing again I guess?!

Politics

US Justice Department sues TikTok, accusing the company of illegally collecting children’s data - they should sue it for causing children to become retarded too

Literature

^ "Jugend" was a late 19th century German magazine that explored themes of morality and sexuality, often challenging conventional norms

Gossip

No one can understand why Bianca Censori hasn't been locked up permanently for her multiple acts of indecent exposure - 🤮🤮🤮

Travel

SIA & Scoot avoid Iranian airspace again, amid heightened tensions after Hamas leader’s death

[deathsbecome]

things to know about the muse

NAME. Addison Marie Blackwood

NICKNAME(S). Addy, Ads (by Matthew only), Stargirl/Spacegirl (specifically I've referenced this being used by Ruby, but if anyone ships with Addy I think you should use it too)

TITLE. none

P E R S O N A L .

MORALITY. lawful/ neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF. atheist, generally is more focused on a scientific approach to things even in more supernatural settings

SINS. lust  / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOAL IN LIFE. to learn as much as possible and do something notable with that knowledge (i.e. spaceships. she wants to make spaceships)

LANGUAGES KNOWN. English, Spanish, some Latin (verse dependent, tends to know some Mandarin in adult verses and in DC verse she knows bits and pieces of. A lot.)

QUIRKS. gestures with hands a lot (particularly when enthused), miscellaneous stimming (foot bouncing, tapping fingers against thumb, soft clicks with tongue, etc) tendency to speak fast

SAVVIES. astrology, piano, guitar, singing, biology, dance, tumbling/acrobatics (due to dance), chemistry, engineering, physics (supers verse: knife)

P H Y S I C A L .

BUILD. slender/ fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other

HEIGHT. 5'11 until i make 6'0 addy real

WEIGHT. idk im not looking that shit up for exact numbers. also she's dead so like that complicates things. normal weight for a fairly athletic (primarily cardio/stamina based) woman of her height. a little on the lighter side in some cases (dc verse when she's younger, tua, thg pre and during games) due to malnutrition

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS. scar on bottom lip, rest are verse dependent (marks around head, Achilles heel, and neck in tma/cfp verses and just. many scars in thg and dc verses—notable for dc, scars resembling autopsy incisions, two scars from gunshot wounds, scar along back of neck near spine and hairline)

ABILITIES/POWERS. human: intelligence, general athleticism, stealth. ghost: that + reality manipulation to seem alive, if she knows she's a ghost, typical ghost stuff. tua/marvel: human abilities + reality manipulation. dc: intelligence, enhanced strength/reflexes/stamina/senses/pain tolerance, knows how to use many weapons and most fighting styles

F A V O U R I T E S .

FAVOURITE FOOD. pancakes

FAVOURITE DRINK. iced tea

TOPPING. depends

FAVOURITE COLOUR. red

FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE. folk, musical theater

FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE. anything as long as it's done in a way she likes. probably fantasy and nonfiction (science/nature, psychology being bigger ones) are her most preferred, if really being pressed for an answer

FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE. documentaries (nerd)

FAVOURITE SEASON. spring

FAVOURTE CURSE WORD. shit

FAVOURITE SCENT. rain

F U N   S T U F F .

LOUD BURPER OR SOFT BURPER. soft

SINGING IN THE SHOWER. hums on occasion

LIKES BAD PUNS. bad puns? no. well executed ones? absolutely

THEIR OPINION ON THE MUN. "unambitious"

[jellybeanium124]

I don't think I could ever write it and do it justice, but I think about an au where superpowers are a thing and stede has viktor's powers and ed has allison's. I just think stede maps onto viktor's arc pretty well. he was out of control so his dad doped him up his whole life, and it wasn't until he ran away to be a pirate he went off his meds, and when the spanish try to hang him they break out and save him from dying (unfortunately his outfit can't magically turn white because he's already wearing white, but still).

giving ed allison's powers is narratively tricky, because it's like, a life cheat code. so I'd have to be careful to make clear that he didn't just get to his position by rumoring everyone and he did work hard and be clever. but I just think giving ed allison's powers is way way more interesting than giving him ben's, even though ben's powers are way more krakeny. but like as much as ben's powers make him a "monster" allison's powers are capable of evil in a way that nobody else's in tua's is. she can hypnotize people and make them do whatever she wants!! that's the sort of evil ed should be struggling with imo.

and of course stede, upon figuring out he's been one of the special people born with superpowers this whole time, gets even more angry at his dad spending his entire childhood telling him he's weak and ordinary. he's not!! he can fly, he can shoot beams out of his chest, he can control the weather, he can explode the moon (theoretically). I've always been a bit of a sucker for seeing stede get angry, like, I just think that'd be interesting to watch.

and then thinking about how I assigned izzy klaus's powers and jack jayme's powers there's the potential for some really evil shit. izzy can summon the dead! unlike klaus I don't think izzy would be as down to self-medicate with drugs because he's a fucking puritan and would consider that weak, so I think he'd have a lot of control and mastery of his powers. I think there's a decent change ed's dad will have moved on by the time the show comes around because he's sick and tired of izzy summoning him, or maybe izzy doesn't summon him anymore because instead of berating ed he's berating izzy about not leaving him the fuck alone. but stede's dad? let's say he's dead for the sake of argument. izzy summoning him, causing stede to have a panic attack, and then izzy saying he'll do it again unless stede does exactly what he says.

and jack could use his hypnotic spit (piss maybe too? I know that's gross but like... lol) to send stede into a horrible nightmare vision where ed hates him and says all the mean things to him that people have been saying forever. and stede knows it was just a vision but he can't help but feel it's probably how ed really thinks and he suggests ed should just leave with jack now (dumping before getting dumped) and ed's so incredibly hurt.

also as part of this au I said ed was doing allison's "I don't do that anymore" phase, but he breaks it to rumor izzy and/or jack into telling him what they've been doing.

idk where this goes after that. if izzy gets the english stede would explode them all lol.

[christophe76460]

SÉRIE- LA VÉRITÉ VOUS RENDRA LIBRE

#Série_La_Vérité_vous_rendra_libres #Samuel_Matthews #Exhortations Qc_0574

LEÇONS : 37 (LE SATANISME) et 38 (LE BAL DE FIN D'ANNÉE)

LEÇON 37 : LE SATANISME

« Nous savons que quiconque est né de Dieu ne pèche pas ; mais Celui qui est engendré de Dieu le garde, et le Malin ne le touche pas. Nous savons que nous sommes de Dieu, et que le monde entier est au pouvoir du Malin.

Nous savons aussi que le Fils de Dieu est venu, et qu'il nous a donné l'intelligence pour connaître le Véritable ; et nous sommes dans le Véritable, en son Fils Jésus-Christ. C'est Lui le Dieu véritable et la vie éternelle. Petits enfants, gardez-vous des idoles. » I Jean 5:18-21 (KJV)

Chers amis, la popularité de Satan est en hausse. Ce n'est pas nécessairement nouveau. L'apôtre Jean a abordé cette question il y a longtemps dans le texte ci-dessus.

Cependant, ce qui est devenu plus prononcé, c'est l'allégeance manifeste au diable qui est ouvertement affichée aujourd'hui.

TARGET, le septième plus grand détaillant des États-Unis, a une collection "PRIDE" qui comprend des vêtements fabriqués par une marque basée au Royaume-Uni "dont le créateur a exprimé des opinions satanistes".

La collection comprend des "chandails" et des "sacs fourre-tout" portant des messages tels que "Live laugh lesbian", "Cure transphobia not trans people", "Too queer to be here", (trop pédé pour être ici).

QUEL EST L'INTÉRÊT DE SE TOURNER VERS SATAN ?

1. ON PEUT AVOIR UNE RELIGION DU MOI

Les satanistes ne croient généralement pas en une puissance supérieure, mais plutôt en une religion "du moi".

L'allégeance à Satan offre l'avantage de libérer l'individu de l'obligation de se concentrer sur la divinité pour qu'il puisse se concentrer sur lui-même.

L'apôtre Paul a mis en garde Timothée en disant : « Sache que, dans les derniers jours, surgiront des temps difficiles. Car les hommes seront égoïstes, amis de l'argent, fanfarons, orgueilleux, blasphémateurs, rebelles à leurs parents, ingrats, sacrilèges, insensibles, implacables, calomniateurs, sans frein, cruels, ennemis des gens de bien, traîtres, impulsifs, enflés d'orgueil, aimant leur plaisir plus que Dieu ; ils garderont la forme extérieure de la piété, mais ils en renieront la puissance. Éloigne-toi de ces hommes-là. » II Timothée. 3.1-5

La liberté de se servir soi-même a un prix : « Ne savez-vous pas que, si vous vous présentez comme esclaves pour obéir, vous êtes esclaves de celui à qui vous obéissez, soit pour le péché qui mène à la mort, soit pour l'obéissance qui mène à la Justice ? » Romains 6.16

Ceux qui répondent à l'appel satanique de se servir "leur moi" ne sont rien d'autre que des esclaves du péché.

2. VOUS POUVEZ CRÉER VOTRE PROPRE CODE MORAL

Les satanistes pensent qu'il appartient aux individus de définir leur propre code moral. L'approche satanique s'est manifestée dans tous les cas où « chacun faisait ce qui était bon à ses yeux. » (Juges 21:25) et a été clairement observée chez « Caïn, qui était du côté du méchant et qui tua son frère. » (I Jean 3.12).

Jésus a dit : « Si vous m'aimez, vous garderez mes commandements. » (Jean 14.15). Cependant, ceux qui trouvent ses commandements trop restrictifs à leur goût tombent dans le piège du mensonge diabolique selon lequel chacun peut décider lui-même de ce qui est bien ou mal sans aucune répercussion.

Ce qui est ignoré dans tout cela est que « Telle voie paraît droite devant un homme, Mais à la fin, c'est la voie de la mort. » (Proverbes 14.12). Ceux qui répondent à l'appel satanique de créer leur propre code moral sont voués à la destruction.

3. VOUS POUVEZ ÊTRE VOTRE PROPRE DIEU

Cette version à la mode du satanisme consiste à permettre aux gens de devenir des "JE SUIS" et à leur donner le temps de développer leur propre vision personnelle d'eux-mêmes en tant que Satan. Bien entendu, cela a toujours été la promesse vide et trompeuse de Satan.

Lorsque Ève expliqua qu'elle mourrait si elle violait la loi de Dieu en mangeant de l'arbre de la connaissance du bien et du mal, « Alors le serpent dit à la femme : Vous ne mourrez pas du tout ! Mais Dieu sait que, le jour où vous en mangerez, vos yeux s'ouvriront, et que vous serez comme des dieux qui connaissent le bien et le mal. » Genèse 3.4, 5

Il s'est avéré que Dieu était toujours Dieu. Le premier homme et la première femme ont été punis pour leur péché. Satan n'est pas resté dans les parages pour les aider une fois qu'ils ont ruiné leur vie. (V. 6-24). Ceux qui répondent à l'appel satanique de devenir leur propre dieu se préparent au désastre et à la déception.

CONCLUSION

Bien qu'il puisse sembler choquant que tant de gens rejettent l'amour du Dieu des cieux et se tournent ouvertement vers le diable, nous ferions bien de nous rappeler que Satan est « un menteur et le père du mensonge. » Jean 8.44

Le diable est « le prince de ce monde » (V. 12.31), « le dieu de ce siècle » qui « aveugle » ceux « qui ne croient pas. » II Corinthiens 4.4

Le vieux serpent est aussi le méchant qui « marche comme un lion rugissant, cherchant qui dévorer. » I Pierre 5.8

Les vaines promesses de l'allégeance satanique ne mènent qu'à un destin qui sera jugé digne du diable lui-même.

Comme Jésus l'a dit de lui-même à propos du jugement à venir : « Il dira aussi à ceux qui seront à sa gauche : Retirez-vous de moi, maudits, pour aller dans le feu éternel préparé pour le diable et pour ses anges. » Matthieu 25.41

Dans le monde religieux qui se réclame de Christ, de son nom, la Bible en main … Qui sont-ils, en regardant autour de nous, dans les dénominations qui nous entourent ? : « Quiconque me dit : Seigneur, Seigneur ! n’entrera pas forcément dans le Royaume des cieux, mais celui-là seul qui fait la Volonté de mon Père qui est dans les cieux.

Beaucoup me diront en ce jour-là : Seigneur, Seigneur ! N’est-ce pas en ton nom que nous avons prophétisé, en ton nom que nous avons chassé des démons, en ton nom que nous avons fait beaucoup de miracles ?

Alors je leur déclarerai : Je ne vous ai jamais connus retirez-vous de moi, vous qui commettez l‘iniquité. » Matthieu 7.21-23

Si la possibilité de se centrer sur soi-même, de créer son propre code moral et de devenir son propre dieu peut avoir un certain attrait ici et maintenant, c'est une approche qui ne mène qu'à une misère éternelle dans l'enfer de l'au-delà.

« Soumettez-vous donc à Dieu. Résistez au diable et il s'éloignera de vous. » Jacques 4.7

Extraits d'un article de David Dann dans "le magazine Truth"- Juin 2023.

Le Dieu du Ciel est si bon. Nous vous aimons tous tellement.

Samuel Matthews

LEÇON 38 : LE BAL DE FIN D'ANNÉE

DIX RAISONS POUR LESQUELLES LES JEUNES CHRÉTIENS N'ASSISTENT PAS À DES BALS COMME LE BAL DE FIN D'ANNÉE

Chers amis, l'heure de la remise des diplômes de fin d'études secondaires a sonné. Cela signifie que les organisateurs de "bals de fin d'année" préparent joyeusement leurs lieux pour la destruction de nombreux jeunes.

Soyez avertis et considérez les 10 raisons suivantes, (et les passages de la Bible) pour lesquelles vous ne devriez pas encourager votre enfant à participer à cette activité diabolique :

1. Parce que l'objectif principal de l'événement est de faire quelque chose que Dieu condamne : - Commettre la lascivité, c'est-à-dire s'habiller de manière indécente, - Toucher et/ou faire des mouvements corporels qui attisent la convoitise. (Matthieu 4.3, 4 ; 5.28 ; Galates 5.19-21 ; Éphésiens 2.3 ; Colossiens 3.17 ; I Thessaloniciens 5.21, 22 ; I Timothée 2.9, 10 ; I Pierre 4.3, 4).

2. Parce que nous ne voulons pas soutenir/encourager ceux qui pèchent par notre présence. (I Corinthiens 10,23-33 ; Éphésiens 5.11, 12 ; I Timothée 5.22 ; I Pierre 4.4 ; cf. II Corinthiens 6.14-18 ; II Jean 11).

3. Parce que nous ne voulons démontrer à personne, qu'il s'agisse de chrétiens ou de non-chrétiens, l'impression que nous approuvons le péché. (I Corinthiens 8.9-13 ; 10.23-33 ; Éphésiens 5.11 ; Romains 14.7, 13, 16 ; I Pierre 2.12).

4. Parce que nous ne voulons pas être tentés de pécher, et nous ne voulons pas tenter les autres de pécher. (Josué 7.21 ; II Samuel 11.2-4 ; Matthieu 4.3, 4 ; 14.6 ; 18.:6, 7 ; Romains 13.14 ; Philippiens 4.8 ; I Thessaloniciens 3.5 ; 5.22 ; II Timothée 2.22 ; I Pierre 2.11 ; Jacques 1.13).

5. Parce que Dieu veut que nous protégions notre réputation, ce qui Lui permettra également d'être glorifié. (Proverbes 22.1 ; Ecclésiaste 7.1 ; Matthieu 5.16 ; I Corinthiens 6.18-20 ; 10.31 ; I Timothée 4.12 ; I Pierre 2.12).

6. Parce que nous devons être saints, c'est-à-dire différents du monde. (Exode 23.2 ; Jean 17.17 ; Romains 6.1-23 ; 12.1, 2 ; II Corinthiens 5.17 ; Tite 2.11-14 ; I Pierre 1.15, 16 ; Jacques 1.27 ; 4.4, 7 ; I Jean 2.15-17).

7. Parce que nous préférons paraître étrangers au monde plutôt que d'être étrangers à Dieu. (Matthieu 7.21-23 ; Jean 15.18, 19 ; Actes 17.20 ; Éphésiens 2.12 ; Tite 2.14 ; Jacques 4.4 ; I Pierre 2.9-12 ; 4.4 ; I Jean 2.3, 4).

8. Parce que nous détestons absolument le mal, sachant que c'est à cause du péché que notre Sauveur est mort de la mort la plus atroce. (Psaume 119.104, 128 ; Isaïe 52.14 ; 53.3-11 ; Matthie 26.28 ; 27.24-54 ; Romains 1.32 ; 5.8 ; 12.9 ; I Corinthiens 16.13 ; II Corinthiens 5.21).

9. Parce que nous sommes épris de Justice, sachant que notre Dieu est l'incarnation de la Justice. (Psaume 116.5 ; Romains 12.9 ; I Corinthiens 13.6 ; Hébreux 1.9).

10. Parce que nous aimons Dieu plus que tout et n'importe qui, et que notre plus grand désir est d'être au Ciel avec Lui. (Ecclésiaste 11.9 ; Matthieu 6.33 ; 22.36-40 ; 25.34 ; Jean 12.48 ; 14.1-6 ; I Corinthiens 6.9-11 ; Galates 5.19-21 ; Philippiens 1.21 ; Colossiens 1.5 ; 3.1-3 ; Hébreux 11.13-16 ; I Pierre 1.3, 4 ; II Pierre 3.10-13).

Le Dieu du Ciel est si bon. Nous vous aimons tous énormément.

Samuel Matthews

Texte traduit, édité et adapté par Gilles Boucher

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I posted 2,791 times in 2022

That's 1,486 more posts than 2021!

493 posts created (18%)

2,298 posts reblogged (82%)

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I tagged 2,460 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#tua - 696 posts

#the umbrella academy - 642 posts

#yugioh - 377 posts

#my fanfiction - 230 posts

#bbc merlin - 228 posts

#fic rec - 217 posts

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#wip - 126 posts

#five hargreeves - 121 posts

#puzzleshipping - 115 posts

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#it's a systematic thing that 100% needs to be figured out in the court system because it's happening everywhere

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I love how Chet just looks between Viktor and the photos of the Kennedy Six and doesn't bat an eye. Just nods and accepts it, just like he accepts the owner of the hotel looks exactly like the guy who planned it. I like to think all the other hotel guests are similarly odd - aliens trying to blend in, Commission agents on holiday, lost time travellers.

78 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

#4

I've been getting the impression that the DOMA arc isn't a fan fav, but only a few episodes in I'm loving it.

Sure, the expanded worldbuilding is odd (Atlantis??), but parts of it make sense with my understanding of monsters. Plus, it has some GREAT puzzleshipping moments. Which, let's be honest, is the whole reason I'm even watching the show.

They! Hold! Hands!

81 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

I know some people see Klaus's immortality as a plot hole (why wasn't he in the apocalypse?) but I see his absence as a choice.

He saw his siblings die and decided to stay in The Void, or came back and committed suicide when he realized what the world looked like. No one *wants* to be the sole survivor of the apocalypse and Klaus noped out of that situation.

And because I'm mean, I imagine he did it roughly a day before Five appeared. They missed each other by *hours*. And that's the real tragedy.

83 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#2

fic rec! DP x DC 10K gen fic

Summary: Danny invites the Justice League to the corination of the Ghost King. They hesitantly accept since they don't want to get on the wrong side of this new and very strong king of the dead. But why did Danny deliver the invitation? And why does he seem to be so involved with the whole coronation? If only they had some clue as to who the new king was.

Comments: Bruce's confusion is just so enduring in this fic, especially as it manifests in his protective instincts cranking to an 11 while Constantine is just progressively freaking out at Danny. Jazz is gold in here too, realizing that Danny gave them zero details and then keeps the situation going to have a bit of fun.

125 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I really love how casual Yami and Yugi are at the start of S5. They're not shy about talking to each other in public, they've sent each other sly looks and Yami plays a prank. But it's also delightful how frequently they check in with each other too, from travel plans to deja vu.

157 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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i finished reading tua: young blood, and there are many quotes + extra thoughts i want to save for luther (more thought than i would ever give the comics, but i digress).  not expecting anyone to read this because it’s just me rambling for a very long time, but where else am i to put this... ✨

Luther doesn’t need to ask Hargreeves for the exact numbers; he knows he saved the most victims. He’s Number One; the strongest, the leader. “Hurry up, Boy Scout,” Diego calls as he bounds ahead. He says it like it’s supposed to be an insult, but Luther takes it as a compliment—Boy Scouts are always prepared, they always do the right thing, they believe in community and civic duty. Not that Luther’s ever actually been a Boy Scout. But that’s what he’s heard about them. People often don’t realize how strong Luther is just by looking at him. He’s fit but not super-ripped—it’s not like his muscles burst his jacket every time he flexes. Then again, that could be because Mom custom-made his jacket and reworks it every time he grows so much as an inch. 

this book is separated by their different perspectives,  and every time we’re in luther’s, there’s a lot of overcompensating in his words — like you can hear the way he’s second guessing himself,  but this is how it’s supposed to be,  so this is how he's supposed to feel.  he’s number one, so he’s supposed to be the best,  he's supposed to save the most people.  he and diego have very different views on what a mission is about;   luther thinks it’s about protecting and rescuing, diego thinks it’s about justice.

so of course diego writes off luther’s behavior as being a boy scout.   and of course luther hardly knows what a boy scout really is, given the way they were raised,  but it feels right.   the way he describes a boy scout is exactly how he aspires to be.  not a soldier.   

also, there’s a lot to be said about how luther doesn’t look like he has super strength.  we see that in the flashbacks — he’s really skinny but really tall.  he's aware that he doesn’t look super ripped, but he carries himself as if he is.  

Luther can feel the blood pumping in his veins, the adrenaline winding down, the high that comes after all that action. He presses his feet into the hardwood floor, relishing the way the wood shifts under his weight, knowing he’s strong enough to kick a hole through the floor.  He’s so pumped that he has to stop himself from throwing the cup down and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces on the floor. Carefully, he forces himself to put the glass gently back on Mom’s tray. Despite his best efforts, he cracks it after all, just from gripping it too tightly. “Don’t know my own strength.”   […]   Luther’s still not done growing, still not done putting on muscle, not done getting stronger. He hopes that his jacket will soon get tight beneath his arms, the collar of his shirt pinching beneath his Adam’s apple, and Mom will have to tailor his uniform all over again. He wonders just how big and strong he’ll end up.  […]   But tonight, Luther has to concentrate to keep his hands still. He wants to get back out there, save another life, solve another mystery. At the very least, he wants to head to the gym and pump some iron. He needs something to do with this energy.

i’ve mentioned this before but luther's body is the weapon,  one that he doesn’t get to turn off and on,  which means he will often make ‘mistakes’ like this because he’s not always aware of his own strength despite all the training—  because he is not wielding a weapon or using some technique.  it’s just him.  he likes the idea that he is capable of doing these things,  but that doesn’t mean he actually wants t.o.   so when it happens inevitably,  he thought it might have been impressive,  but after his body alteration,  it comes with a lot more shame,  because he’s more unaware of how much space he takes up and does not know that body well enough and it makes him even clumsier, which is often embarrassing.

and of course after a mission is when his adrenaline is at an all time high.  he likes a job well done (or so he thinks it is) because this is all he really has — their missions, using their training + powers, working as a team, helping people.  this is all he gets out of life and he does it proudly.

also, the foreshadowing of not knowing how big or strong he’ll get hurts me so bad.  because he gets that wish, in the worst way, used against him, and he only ever hates himself for it.  

He’s too psyched to really be sorry about anything right now. He can still feel the arms around him from all the people who hugged him and thanked him for rescuing them. A waste of time, Hargreeves would say (the Hargreeves in his head did say), so Luther had to cut the hugs short even though he wanted to linger. Not like Klaus, who took in the adulation with glee.   […]   The best part of the mission, Luther thinks, was pulling people from the rubble. Breaking into the fracking company’s offices to expose them was fine and all—but nothing like the high of saving people’s lives in the moment. He wonders what those people are doing now. What they might say to the Umbrella Academy if given the chance.   […]    “It was still a rescue mission,” Luther interjects. He can feel dusty, desperate fingers intertwined with his own as he pulled survivors from the rubble. He can still hear people saying “Thank you!” and “You saved me!” and “How could this happen here?”

there’s a lot here — it’s not just praise or attention that luther seeks, it’s connecting with people and seeing that he helps actual people.  they don't actually get to meet people on their missions.  they do their job and they go on their way.  but luther doesn’t want to save people just to look good or just to get the praise;  he wants to save people because he cares about people. 

and he is so desperate for connection because all he has is his siblings and no life beyond the academy. the missions are his only chance to actually talk to people — but he doesn’t really get to do that, because they have tasks to complete and then go on their way.  that’s why these moments afterwards,  when people are thanking them,  are so important to him.   he gets to see their impact and it’s really fulfilling — even more than the action itself,  though i don’t think he always realizes that.

but still, he holds himself back from it.  because it’s about what dad wants, not what luther needs.  and he's constantly got his father’s voice in the back of his mind telling him how to behave — which means as much as he wants to connect with these people, he doesn’t get to, because that's not their job.  

“From the beginning, Number One,” his father corrects, and Luther winces. He hates when Hargreeves’s temper is turned on him, even though it happens so rarely.

there are so many hints in the show that luther always knew his father wasn’t good and that he did actively hurt them — especially luther, though he didn’t see it —  but he buried it so far down because he doesn't know how to accept it.  and there are a lot of hints of that in this book too,  most of which luther continues not to budge on.

he hates when the temper is turned on him because he’s not used to it — he’s used to seeing it on his other siblings,  and he contributes to it, too, following dad’s lead and being hard on them when he has to be, too.  but it’s not just because he thinks he’s the favorite child that can’t do anything wrong in his father’s eyes — he constantly feels like he could do something wrong, is constantly on edge, and does know his father hurts him.  he just can’t accept it.  

Luther’s power isn’t nearly as flashy or strange, but it’s every bit as useful: He’s really strong.

always see people say luther’s power is “obviously” the worst / least important.  and while i do think the numbers are based on least powerful - most powerful + which of them is easiest - hardest to manipulate,  i never really understand people counting out super strength in general,  so i love this part of the book + it being in luther’s perspective,  because he likely gets insecure about it too,  but—  it's a versatile power that can help him in many different ways, many different places, and it doesn’t matter if it’s “flashy” or unique.  

If Luther had his way, they probably would’ve politely knocked on the oil company’s door.  […]  Luther doesn’t like to do the dirty work, but Diego doesn’t let anything stop him from finishing a job.

diego doesn't think luther likes to do the dirty work,  because luther doesn’t really know how.  he doesn’t know how to focus on the fight before the people.  he doesn’t want to see the worst in people.  he wants to believe that people are good,  that they don’t have to fight and kill to stop them from doing the wrong thing — that maybe they’ll listen to them,  that the umbrella academy will have enough influence on them that way.  but that’s not how they were trained.  

Luther looks incredulous, like he can’t imagine there’s a point to having powers beyond being vigilantes.  […]   “Not being normal is a privilege,” Luther says.

he does not think there’s anything for them to offer the world if they’re not superheroes.  because their powers have to mean something  (he’d spiral if he starts thinking about what’s left of them if they don’t.) 

he thinks not being normal is a privilege because he knows nothing else.  he’s programmed into believing that this is all he is,  and it’s a gift.  if he questions that,  then he’ll have no idea who he is   (but he already doesn’t know.  he’s just not accepting that, either.) 

“You’re wasting your breath, Allison,” Diego fumes. “Mr. Goody Two-Shoes is too scared to break even one little rule.” Now Luther stands. He’s so strong that when he knocks his chair over, it cracks even though Viktor’s sure he doesn’t mean for it to, just like the glass he broke earlier. “I’m not scared of anything,” Luther growls.   […]   “Of course we want to go,” Luther says, but he doesn’t sound certain. Klaus suspects that some part of Luther is hoping Hargreeves will stop them before they get out the door.

if anyone else said that,  luther might’ve agreed in a way that reminded them all that their rules were important.  but since it was diego,  and it’s spoken like an insult,  luther has to fight back — because that’s how it is with diego.  and he definitely doesn't want to be perceived as scared to diego.  

klaus thinks luther will be the first one to crack when they sneak out of the house.  and he’s probably correct — luther is scared,  he doesn’t know how to be a person beyond number one,  but he doesn't want to say that out loud or be the one to stop his siblings’ fun, which is why it seems easier if their father is the one who stops them.  

From the next dressing room, Luther steps out wearing a tuxedo that’s at least two sizes too small.  […]    Luther slips back on his familiar sport coat. It doesn’t match, and Allison knows it: It’s navy blue, clashing with the tuxedo’s sleek black pants, and the Umbrella Academy patch Mom sewed over Luther’s heart is unmistakable. But it feels better than the stranger’s jacket. Luther can’t help noticing just how much more comfortable it is, and not just because Mom tailored it to fit his body perfectly.

luther having the opportunity to pick any kind of clothing and going with a tux is so.  he consistently doesn’t know (or frankly, care) about style.  

but all he knows is the academy.  so of course he feels more comfortable in his uniform, and not because of how it fits him perfectly.  it feels more like him (or the version of him he thinks he has to be) and it helps ground him,  makes him feel like they’re not totally losing themselves for a night out — even though that’s likely what his siblings wish he felt.  

“What do you think Klaus meant, ‘You break it, you buy it’? We don’t have any money.” As Luther says it, he thinks for the first time that it might be strange: He’s seventeen years old, and he’s never actually handled cash, never had a credit card, never stepped up to a counter in a store to make a purchase. He remembers that when they were little, they had a toy cash register with plastic coins. He and Allison used to pretend they were running a grocery store, charging their siblings every time they sat down for breakfast and lunch. Come to think of it, that’s the closest Luther’s come to actually buying something.   […]   “We can’t just steal.” Luther is horrified. The Umbrella Academy captures thieves; they don’t become them.   […]   “Besides, we’ll leave our uniforms behind, so it’s like a give-a-penny, take-a-penny tray.” “A what?” Luther asks desperately. He hates this feeling—Klaus is the only one of them with experience out in the world, so he seems so much wiser than Luther.   […]    Luther resolves that he’ll come back here tomorrow. With money. Somehow. He’ll pay for what they took. And retrieve their uniforms. He picks his siblings’ discarded clothes up off the floor and brings them to the front desk. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises. “Can you hang on to these for me?”   […]   “They’re not costumes. They’re uniforms.” The clerk doesn’t respond, so Luther repeats it louder.

i love these notes about how different their lives are beyond just having superpowers.  they really don’t know how life works.  but luther still knows enough to know they’re doing something wrong.  

he immediately puts them next to the usual bad guys they come across:  they’re bad because they’re thieves, so what makes him and his siblings better in this case?  and it’s really stressing him out to not understand the world,  but he’s also so afraid of actually learning,  too — even if he doesn’t necessarily realize that.

so of course the only solution he can think of is to come back the next day,  even though sneaking out is already scary enough one time,  because he wants to do what's right.  because that’s important to him.  

The clerk reaches out for the clothes just as Luther sees a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. Thanks to Hargreeves’s training, Luther’s first instinct is to suspect danger and protect the innocent. Before he has time to think, Luther is diving over the desk to tackle the clerk to the ground. “What the hell?” the clerk screams, but his voice is overwhelmed by the rumble of thunder so loud, it’s like it’s coming from inside the planet instead of the sky above. The light flashes again. In an instant, Luther’s on his feet.   […]     “It was an emergency,” Luther insists. “It’s a thunderstorm,” Ben says. “You’ve just been so brainwashed into thinking every outing is a mission that you believe a little bit of thunder is a cause for alarm.” “A little bit of thunder?” Luther echoes incredulously. Whatever it is he’s hearing, it’s not a little bit of anything. Still, something in Ben’s voice makes him waver for a single heartbeat—did Ben say they were brainwashed?

luther didn’t hesitate to try to protect someone when he assumed they were in danger,  because that’s how he’s trained—and this is probably exactly how he’d be if he actually left the academy when they were teens.  he liked would’ve gotten in his own way more often than not (he didn’t here, he was saving someone, but he also jumped so fast that even his siblings were confused).

he doesn’t know how to be out without it being a mission and ben’s right,  that’s how he’s trained.  luther stopping at “did ben say they were brainwashed?” gives a hint that he has considered it, though likely not deeply or for long, because it feels like betrayal for him to even question their father.

Luther goes straight into mission mode: He struggles to lift bricks off the person’s body, just as he did hours ago upstate. He gets that same feeling—that good feeling, that right feeling—like he knows exactly what to do.   […]    “Always so quick to play hero,” Diego sneers. “I saw the way you ran in to save that clerk.”   […]    Luther shakes his head. What did he ever do to make his brother hate him so much? Hargreeves assigned him Number One; he didn’t choose it. It’s simply what he was meant to be, like Diego was meant to be Number Two.   […]   Ben would say he’s so used to saving the day that he’s trying to turn a coincidence into a mission. He doesn’t have time for silly distractions and invented conspiracies.

luther rarely knows what to do — especially on this outing — but when someone needs saved,  it’s like muscle memory to him, and he can feel that pride again.  it’s the first time since they left home that he does actually feel like himself again, because he’s doing what he thinks he’s supposed to be doing: saving people, completing a mission, acting on instinct.  

it’s the only way he feels any kind of satisfaction.  because it’s all he knows. always quick to play the hero because he doesn’t know what else he's supposed to be—  even when he’s wrong.

more luther convincing himself that he’s supposed to be number one despite the question of doubt in the back of his mind wondering why.  

Luther waves as his siblings walk away. “I’ll catch up in no time,” he promises, but the truth is, now that he’s all alone with an unconscious person at his feet, he doesn’t have the slightest idea what to do. Rushing into a crumbling building is easy. Luther and his siblings have been training for that their whole lives. Dealing with the aftermath is something else entirely. The Umbrella Academy have never stuck around after a mission to clean up the mess they left behind.   […]   “You called the ambulance and waited with him?” the other EMT asks. “Yeah,” Luther says. “Good job,” the paramedic says, patting him on the back. “Not everyone would do that for a stranger.” Luther glows under the praise, and he holds up a hand in a salute as the ambulance rides away. He hopes the boy will be okay. He kind of wishes he’d gotten his name, so he could check up on him tomorrow. But how could he check up on him once they’re back home? If Luther tried to go to the hospital, Hargreeves would want to know why, and Luther could never explain. Unlike Luther, Klaus would be able to come up with a cover story on the spot, but Luther’s a terrible liar.

he knew exactly what to do when he thought someone was in danger.  and he knows they can’t just leave someone hurt and alone like this.  but he also doesn’t know what happens in the aftermath.  he’s always wanted to stick around,  wanted to take care of people afterwards or get to know them or connect with anyone, but it's never been an option.  though now when he gets to (both because he wants to and because he’s avoiding that frat party a little longer),  he’s lost.  and he’s not used to feeling lost.

Is this how Luther feels leading a mission? Like he’s doing everything right? Partying is the only thing that’s ever come naturally to Klaus. Maybe because he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything else. Which means what Luther wants most is to lead a mission. Klaus can’t imagine wanting to be in charge that much.

Luther can’t remember the last time he’d been alone. Technically, he isn’t alone—there’s the boy on the ground, and the kid from the thrift shop is hovering nearby, having called the ambulance. But still, except for sleeping at night and getting ready in the morning, this is the longest Luther has been without the endless soundtrack of his siblings’ voices.   […]    The paramedics rush over, rolling the boy onto a flat board, then lifting him onto a stretcher. It takes two of them to do it. They could’ve just asked me to do it, Luther thinks.

Luther is Number One; Diego is Number Two. If Mom hadn’t given them names, they’d never have been anything else.

Of course it is. Of course everything went to hell without Luther in charge. That’s why the Umbrella Academy needs a Number One.

 “Everybody!” she yells. “These guys are from the Umbrella Academy!” Luther relaxes, expecting that he’ll have to give an autograph or two, be asked how many people he can lift up at one time, that sort of thing. Everyone will listen when Luther tells them they need to evacuate the house while he and his siblings investigate. But instead, there’s a murmur across the crowd that sets Luther’s teeth on edge. “I remember the Umbrella Academy!” someone else shouts. “They were those freaks that went around fighting crimes like a miniature police department.” Laughter. They’re laughing. The Umbrella Academy is a joke to these kids.

so used to the praise they get because they’re on the scene that he doesn’t realize that they may just be a joke outside of it.  because he doesn’t consider these people who may seem normal — he doesn’t know what the perception of them is beyond that. 

he’s used to people looking at him like he’s the hero in those situations and it’s confusing when it's not like that.  because they’re only ever out on missions, they’re never just… hanging out somewhere like this.  it’s like a culture shock for him.

he was confused at the thrift shop when the clerk said their uniforms could be used as halloween costumes.  he takes pride in it being a uniform. 

 Luther will never leave now that this feels like a mission. He’s practically programmed to fix problems instead of walk away from them, even problems that are none of his business.

this is genuinely such good foreshadowing for season one of the show.  he’s supposed to be the one to fix problems, and even when he doesn’t have the answer,  he feels like he still has to give one.  he’s often getting in his own way because of that, inevitably hurting people instead of helping them, even though all he wants is to fix the problem.

he doesn’t know how to mind his own business at a party like that. because he can’t just do nothing — he's looking for threats, he’s waiting for some kind of sign that this will turn into a mission, because it's all he knows. 

“It’s not fair,” Luther says suddenly. “What’s not fair?” Allison shouts above the din. “We had each other. We had Hargreeves teaching us how to use our powers. Ryan probably didn’t have anyone. And the rest of these kids definitely don’t have anyone.”   […]    “They’re not lucky like we are,” he insists. “They didn’t have Dad.”   […]    “We’re not his collection,” Luther insists. “We’re his kids.” “Not sure Dad knows the difference,” Ben says, so quietly that Luther isn’t sure he heard him correctly.

luther thinking they’re the lucky ones because they had dad vs. his siblings desperate to be normal like these people they’re meeting.  luther genuinely thinking that their father is someone who is dad to them, who sees them as their kids vs. his siblings thinking they’re just a collection, just his soldiers.  

he thinks the only safe place for them is in the academy.  he thinks that’s where they belong.  he has one night out, sees a kid like them, knows he’s in danger, and thinks the only solution is to bring him home.  he’s never had another option so he can’t comprehend someone else might. 

“Listen,” Luther takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest. “I’m in charge here. And I say we bring him home.” “You’re not in charge of anything,” Diego counters. “This isn’t a mission.” “It turned into one,” Luther insists.   […]   And leave it to Luther’s holier-than-thou, glass-half-full attitude to see this as a rescue mission instead of what it really is. At best, they could call it an extraction: Get Ryan out of here and back to the academy so Dad can take charge.    [...]    Luther and Diego practically looked like they’d won something the instant they realized they could turn tonight into a mission, even if they didn’t exactly agree about what the mission should be. It’s like they were relieved when something went wrong.

“Why is this happening?” Luther shout. Viktor knows that Luther expected Ryan to embrace him, because he thinks everyone wants to be like him. Not in an obnoxious, self-satisfied way. Okay, maybe he’s a little self-satisfied, but Viktor can’t blame Luther for that. For most of Luther’s life, everyone has wanted to be like him. Number One in the Umbrella Academy, the star of every mission, handsome, tall, strong. It’s as though Luther was built to be a mannequin for an old-fashioned “teen boys” section at a department store. If they’d gone to a regular high school, Viktor thinks suddenly, Luther would’ve been homecoming king. Star of the football team.

the idea of luther being the popular kid in high school is so real but also… so opposite of who he actually is.  because the luther we know doesn’t know how to make friends that easily and doesn’t actually have that kind of confidence.  of course it's how he's perceived;  he’s perceived as powerful and popular and the kind of person everyone wants to be.  but they don’t really know him.  luther doesn’t even really know himself.

“Remember, these are kids just like us! We want to neutralize them, not kill them!” Diego shakes his head. Luther always wants to see the best in everyone, but Diego knows better.  

that’s really his fatal flaw until he does try to act and acts wrongly because of it.

Maybe Hargreeves will give him an assignment like this someday. Guard some very important (non-dangerous) person and keep them safe. Luther thinks he’d be good at that. It’s a big part of his job already—being Number One means keeping an eye on his siblings during a mission, ensuring that everyone makes it out alive. And he’s succeeded so far. When Five disappeared, it wasn’t during a mission but in a fight with Hargreeves. Luther can’t be held responsible for that. Though he can’t help feeling guilty about it either.   […]   Yes, he would make an excellent bodyguard, if Hargreeves ever chose that sort of mission for him. After herding all of his siblings, being in charge of just one person would be like taking a break. It’s almost enough to make him laugh.

But for Luther, nothing feels better—or more fun—than leading a mission. It’s what he knows best. That’s why he’s Number One, right? Even though every mission is different from the one before, it’s like his body knows exactly what to do each time—like muscle memory in reverse, if such a thing exists.

luther thinks being a body guard would make sense for him, and he’s correct.  he doesn't want to fight, he wants to protect people.  he doesn’t want to stop the bad guys, he wants to be the one rescuing those in need.  it’s something positive he can do with his powers and it actually would be fulfilling for him.

luther feeling guilty for five’s disappearance because he’s number one and he's the one who is supposed to keep his siblings safe — no it didn’t happen on a mission but he still feels responsible for them all no matter where they are.  i stand by my theory that luther resented five for assuming he left intentionally,  but he also felt guilty,  like it was his job to keep him safe / keep him here.  that resentment eventually turns into guilt, then to grief.

This is what happens, Luther thinks, when people with powers aren’t trained the way me and my siblings were. Hargreeves taught them to work as a team, to work in tandem, and to never leave a teammate behind. He taught them loyalty. But these people—Ryan’s so-called friends at this fancy college—Luther doubts they know the meaning of the word.

luther thinking he taught them loyalty when really, their father just manipulated the situation and made them feel in debt to him — his siblings broke free of that, but he never did, not until his father was dead.  and it held him back for too long.

He recalls how it felt when that boy hugged him—the one who’d had snakes for hair like a gorgon. Hargreeves never lets them linger after a mission, reflecting on what they did right instead of what they did wrong. He certainly never let them actually spend time with any of the people they saved. It felt so good to actually connect with someone tonight.

“We saved lives tonight!” Luther can’t believe he has to point this out. Again. “Don’t you get how good this feels? Allison, come on—saving the world should feel good!” Luther rolls his shoulders down his back. He’s glad he ended up wearing his uniform sport coat all night. He’s proud of the insignia embroidered on the chest. Of course, he ended up leaving it behind at the fraternity house after he used it to extinguish some flames. He wonders if the fire department will find it in the rubble. “Yeah, it should,” Allison agrees halfheartedly. “It’s just . . .” “Just what?” Luther is genuinely confused. “Do you think it feels good because—I don’t know, because it’s what we’ve been trained to do?” “I don’t think you need training to feel good because you averted a disaster that could’ve sent the Earth spinning off its axis.”   […]    There’s nothing Luther would rather use his strength for. Maybe he wasn’t born a leader—maybe Hargreeves made him one. No, Hargreeves must’ve sensed Luther’s leadership skills from the day he brought him home as a baby. Otherwise, why would Luther be Number One? For the first time, Luther tries to imagine himself as an infant, brought to this enormous house. He tries to picture himself tiny and helpless: It’s impossible. Still, he knows that he was once small and vulnerable. He wonders if Hargreeves ever held him, but that’s even harder to imagine. He can picture Mom holding a baby, even Pogo, but not Dad.

luther has always questioned the ranking system.  he just doesn’t allow himself to really dwell on it.  he assumes it was always his destiny and that it always made sense.  because if he starts to question it, then he’ll lose himself.

Tonight, Luther was a leader without Hargreeves pulling the strings. He led his siblings to a victory. And it felt great. That’s the truth, even if the others can’t understand it.  

(via Diego's perspective)  A real leader would do whatever it takes to keep his team safe, however unsavory. That’s why Luther will never be a real leader. His cheerful Boy Scout mentality will always get in the way. [...] (via Ben's perspective) Ben marvels that Luther’s voice still sounds cheerful. For a moment, he wonders if that’s Luther’s true superpower: the ability to see the best in everything.

obsessed with the different views from diego and ben re: luther. diego sees luther's ability to see good in everyone and want to protect rather than hurt as a hindrance to his leadership; ben sees it as a superpower. and both seem to be reflected in their dynamics.

also - they're both right. it is very powerful that luther can still see the world that way despite reginald's training. it also often gets in his way - not just on a mission - but in simpler decisions when it feels like instinct.

Viktor sees that Luther never feels better than when he’s successfully led a mission. When Hargreeves criticizes his performance, he reminds Viktor of a wounded dog, begging for another chance to prove he can do better.

in season 3, luther mentions reginald being hard on their performance reviews. five says he always got five stars, and luther was surprised by that. my interpretation of that scene has always been that reginald was intentional with his reviews - luther likely strived to be his very best with no mistakes every single time. he likely deserved 5 stars, but reginald had to keep him motivated, and if number one wasn't getting 5-star reviews, that meant luther was going to keep trying harder - because luther has always been reginald's easiest weapon to manipulate.

viktor describing him this way after the criticisms just supports that. based on that theory that's exactly what reginald wanted from him. he wanted to knock him down so luther would keep trying even harder to impress him, no matter how hard it hurt him.

[michals]

Klaus and Luther during the time the latter is in a coma so he's kinda a semi ghost maybe?

Congrats, you get the long one!

-

When Luther opens his eyes it takes a moment for him to realize something’s off. Something’s…wrong. The last thing he remembers is an explosion and an intense, burning pain all over and then suddenly just, nothing. He recognizes the ceiling above him, he’s in the infirmary. So he had been hurt, but he feels fine now. Fine enough even to sit up, swing his legs over the side of the bed and get to his feet.

Only he doesn’t, he can’t have because he’s looking down at himself still on the table, asleep. That’s definitely wrong. There’s a strange prickling in the back of his mind, a thought that can’t break through the wall of cotton wool in his head. What he does register is that the him on the table’s beard is too shaggy and his hair at least an inch longer than it should be. He never lets himself go like this, he needs to ask mom for a haircut.

His skin’s different too. There’s patches of scarring across his chest, shoulders, all the way down his torso and up his neck but the texture’s not right, and it looks almost gray. And his muscles don’t really look like that do they? They look too bulky, deformed somehow.

He looks down at his hands, his hands, not this sleeping version’s. They’re too large, too blunt, too strange. He thinks he should be concerned; maybe behind the wall of wool there’s a spark of panic trying to catch but it just…doesn’t. Maybe dad’s around, he’ll know what’s happening.

The house is dark as he walks the halls, the clock in the foyer tells him it’s nearly 3 A.M. So dad’s asleep, Luther shouldn’t bother him. And mom and Pogo are sleeping too. It’s fine, he’s not worried. He doesn’t think he’s worried.

He stands in the foyer, in the spill of light from the streetlamps through the windows, when he feels a strange sensation in his chest. It’s as if something’s pulling him, not roughly but firm, like there’s a rope around his heart. It doesn’t hurt, just feels odd, but it’s the strongest thing he’s felt since he woke up. It wants him to do to the door. He’s not sure why he goes, he just knows he should. When he reaches up to turn the doorknob his hand phases through it.

Oh. That’s wrong.

The rope gives a tug, he steps through the door.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, just follows the lead, putting one foot in front of the other. He’s barefoot. He hadn’t noticed that. The ground’s wet but he doesn’t feel it. He knows that because of his powers he doesn’t get cold or hot like normal people, but he should be able to feel puddles. Concern scratches distantly at the edge of his mind, sharper now. It’ll make sense when he gets where’s he’s going, won’t it?

The streets are mostly empty, only occasionally does he pass someone waiting for a bus, a man sweeping the sidewalk, a couple of homeless people sleeping in doorways. No one notices him.

He’s got to be pretty far from the house by now. He doesn’t know the city but the pull’s getting stronger; he’s close to wherever it is he needs to be. It leads him around the corner of an alleyway, a dim lightbulb burning over a backdoor to a convenience store where a figure stands hunched over, trying to light a cigarette.

“Fucking useless thing,’” the man mutters, trying to hold the lighter still with shaking hands.

The rope drops away, a knot untied. Luther knows him.

“Klaus?”

Klaus looks up, peers at Luther from behind the greasy curls in front of his face, then turns back to the uncooperative lighter. “Sorry man, don’t have anything for you, last five bucks went to this pack.”

Luther takes a couple steps closer, hesitant. He hasn’t seen Klaus in at least…5 years? Has it been 5 years? “Klaus, what’s going on?”

Klaus looks up again, irritation on his face until he pauses and actually gets a good look at him. “Luther? That you?” Luther just nods. Klaus barks out a laugh that echoes in the alleyway.

“What in the hell are you doing here?! Didn’t figure this for your kind of scene, if I’d known you were coming I’d have cleaned up a bit.” He giggles again, high and giddy. Luther takes another step into the light and Klaus squints at him, rubs his own chin. “Looking a little scraggly there though bro.”

Luther reaches up to touch his beard. He’s surprised he can actually feel the scratchy texture of it.

“Lose your shirt too? And your shoes?” Klaus asks, then teasingly, “Aah! Have you been gambling Luther Hargreeves? What would daddy say?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Luther says. “Something else happened. I think.”

Klaus flicks the lighter again. Finally it catches and he gives a little cheer of triumph as he lights his cigarette. When he turns Luther’s way again, face now lit by the glow of the cigarette, Luther can see how his eyes are glassy, pupils wide.

“You weren’t, like, looking for me were you?” Klaus asks.

No, Luther wasn’t. Actually: “No, you were calling for me.” Because he realizes now that’s what it was, what was leading him here.

Klaus’s face scrunches in confusion. “Huh? No, don’t think I was.” He points this thumb towards the door that goes to the store, “They don’t let me use the phone in there anymore and besides, I don’t have two nickels to rub together.” He turns out the pockets on his ragged jacket to prove it.

“No, it wasn’t like that. Something pulled me, it was you-” Luther shakes his head again, wishes he could clear it of the haze inside. It’s not as bad as when he woke up, if only he could break through it, if that spark could just burn away the wool…

Klaus stills, his eyes go wide and skin paler than it already is. He holds out shaking hands. “No. No, hold on, wait. Luther – fuck – Luther what was this thing? This-this thing, the something else happening thing?”

“There was an accident,” Luther says and there’s a faint sensation of stinging across his chest, a vague memory of shocking pain. “An explosion-”

“No,” Klaus slouches like his strings have been cut, “Oh fuck no. Come on! Not you too! This is-” He clenches his hands in his hair. “This is bullshit! You can’t be…you can’t be dead too!”

Wait, no, that’s not right- “I’m not dead,” Luther says. “I- I’m pretty sure I’m not.” How can he not know?

Klaus looks at him with narrowed, cautious eyes, takes a step forward and holds a hand out in front of him. He doesn’t touch Luther, stops just a few inches away but the fear and panic washes off his face, replaced with confusion again.

“You’re not,” he says. And with that Luther knows he isn’t either. A sudden certainty.

“You’re not like the others,” Klaus continues, “I can just…tell. Also usually when I’m this far gone I can’t even see-” he stops, eyes darting around the alleyway. He shakes himself. He gestures to Luther’s chest, “What is this by the way?”

Luther looks down at his chest, at the off-color, coarse skin. “I don’t actually know.” A spike of concern, finally. Each second that passes he feels like his mind’s coming back to him.

Klaus sighs heavily, scrubs his hands across his face. “So you’re like, visiting? Or some out of body shit. Or this is a very weird trip I’m having. You came because I called for you?”

“Yeah, it was like,” Luther pauses, “like you reached out for me.” It had felt nice, actually; he woke up so confused but the pull had felt so secure.

Klaus pauses, the cigarette slowly turning to ash between his fingers. “You know, actually- come here.” He tilts his head and gives Luther a wave indicating for him to follow.

Klaus’s boots splash in the puddles pooling in the holes in the asphalt, Luther walks through them and doesn’t even create a ripple. Klaus stops at the mouth of the alleyway, points across the street.

A yellow and orange sign announces the modest little diner sitting there as ‘Griddy’s’. Luther hadn’t even realized he’d made it this far through town.

“I saw that,” Klaus says, leaning against the wall of the building, “got hit with a whole bunch of memories.”

And so does Luther now. Images of him and his siblings crowded around a box of doughnuts at a cheap laminate table, arguing over who got the last one, making up stories to the waitress about their uniforms and why they were out so late. He can even hear the chiming of the bell on the door clear as anything.

“And the one I thought of most,” Klaus says, watching Luther from the corner of his eye, “is after that fight with the Murder Magician that I fucked up. Remember? Almost got shot?”

Luther remembers. Klaus had missed his cue in the plan, a henchman got the drop on him. But Luther’d gotten there quick enough, knocked the guy across the room, but he’d rode a wave of adrenaline and dread for the rest of the night at the thought of Klaus being shot.

Klaus continues, “And dad laid into me as soon as we got home. He was so pissed.” Klaus puts on a mock Reginald accent, “He said ‘what do you have to say for yourself?’ But before I could say anything you said…‘I’ll try harder next time’.”

“Because I should have,” Luther says without even thinking, just like back then, “I didn’t explain the plan well enough, I was supposed to make sure you knew what you were supposed to do.”

Klaus tilts his head against the wall, something breaking through the mist in his eyes. “You threw him off so bad, he didn’t know what to say. So he just sent us to bed without dinner. In all the years that was the only night that it was your idea to go to Griddy’s.”

Klaus had walked next to Luther the whole way there and back, made sure Luther got first pick when the box came to the table.

A low roll of thunder comes from far off, heralding the first few drops of rain. In moments it becomes a steady drizzle. Klaus pulls his jacket up over his head, looks around for any kind of cover, makes a dash for an awning up the block. Luther follows slowly, still can’t process the fact that he can’t feel anything, the rain falling right through him.

Klaus stumbles as he hits the stoop of the building, flails unsteadily on his feet before catching himself. His head wavers dizzily. Luther almost reaches out but knows he won’t be able to help.

“Why that memory?” he asks.

Klaus gives a half-hearted laugh, waves his hand flippantly. “Oh ya know, no real reason. Not like I’m bothered when some shrink calls me ‘hopeless’ anymore.”

The rain gets stronger, louder. Luther doesn’t know what to say.

“Same old same old. Guess he got sick of me. When they kicked me out of the rehab he said, ‘what do you have to say for yourself?’” Klaus finally looks at Luther, “Then I came across Griddy’s. Guess it made me wish you were there.”

The haze in Luther’s head is turning into static now, not enough to choke his emotions anymore. When Klaus says that a stab of emotion shoots through clear and sharp. It’s something like regret. Regret that he hadn’tbeen there, but of course he couldn’t have been.

“How’d it happen?” Klaus asks, “the accident?”

Luther takes a harsh breath in, but his body tells him he doesn’t actually need to. When he speaks he’s surprised to his hear his voice is rough, “It was a mission. Chemical factory, a vat exploded. I didn’t move out of the way in time.”

Klaus’s brow furrows. “A mission? You still go on those?”

“Of course. I’m still in the Academy.” He is the Academy.

Klaus opens his mouth but stops, he sways on his feet again. After a second he comes back. “By yourself?”

Luther just nods. He looks out into the street, at the convenience store, at Griddy’s, at the way the rain hits the tops of parked cars. His mind is settling, like the rain’s washing away the rest of the static. He feels far away from the him back in the infirmary, asleep on the medical table. He rubs his thumb over his knobby knuckles, thinks again that something’s wrong.

“Well maybe next time I’ll tag along,” Klaus says, “Dad’ll let me, right?”

He absolutely wouldn’t and asking would go horribly, but still Luther feels himself smile.

Klaus sees this and grins wide, “Tell you what! We’ll do the same thing: I’ll distract the vat of acid and you take it out.”

That makes them both laugh, but Klaus’s is high and manic and he throws himself so off balance he falls back hard on the concrete stoop. Luther drops to a crouch next to him, concern replacing amusement.

It takes a minute for Klaus to settle, for his eyes to refocus. The smile he gives is loopy but there’s guilt in it. “Lu, I have to be honest with you. Just before you showed up I, eh, took something, and it’s starting to kick in. I’m probably gonna lose you here soon.”

Oh. Luther nods. He looks back out into the rain. Wishes he could walk out and feel it. He’s never stood in the rain on the street.

“Hey, hey,” Klaus says, pulling his attention back, “how about I call you for real? Like on the phone, not in my weird ghost-y way.”

Luther doesn’t know why his heart constricts so suddenly and painfully. He’d like that. A lot. “Tomorrow?”

Klaus nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, tomorrow. Dad never answers the phone anyway, mom or Pogo will definitely let me say hi.”

“Okay, yeah, tomorrow,” Luther says. His voice is shaking. Why’s his voice shaking? Why’s he so scared all of a sudden?

Klaus’s eyes are glassy again, his cheeks are red, he smiles weakly but he’s already getting further away. “Alright Lu.”

For a second the world seems to stop, Luther sees blue light at the edge of his vision.

-

Grace works quickly to administer the antibiotics into Luther’s IV, checking the line and the intravenous fluids. She’d noticed his blood pressure drop earlier, took care to take some tests. When they came back there was too little oxygen and too much acid in his blood. Sepsis, no doubt from the nastiest wound on the left side of his chest. She’d caught it just in time and she reassures herself that he’ll be alright, and besides the serum Reginald gave him will surely heal that completely soon. Luther doesn’t wake up tomorrow, or for four more months.

-

Klaus passes out on the stoop, gets woken up at dawn by an angry tenant shoving him to the ground. He’s just barely cognizant enough to find his way to a shelter down the street. Someone else shoves him into a bed. He wakes up hours and hours later to Ben berating him. He’s been on a bender, he hasn’t seen Ben in days. Klaus rolls his eyes at him, almost says something that’s on the tip of his tongue, but whatever it is he can’t grasp it.

It was a weird dream right? A weird trip? He’d been talking to someone he couldn’t possibly have been talking to, whoever it was. And there’s something he’s supposed to do. It might have been important. It bothers him for the rest of the day but he never remembers.

Neither of them ever remembers.

[e-vasong]

Alright, but Ben and Diego and Over the Garden Wall au. With Mr. Pennycrumbs the Frog, Lila the bird and. A lonely woodsman who wants to keep his sibling' soul(s) save.

ANON OH MY GOD

how does it feel being this brilliant asdfghjkl oh my goodness. Also...am I reading correctly that you’re implying Five is the woodsman in this AU? [eyes emoji] Oh my god.

Five’s attempt to jump into the future lands him in the Unknown. Because the Unknown is limbo! It’s purgatorial. So when he tries to jump, tries to fast forward through time into a dead world, he just sort of...gets shunted into the Unknown.

He wanders through the woods there. He’s exhausted. Lost. Half-dead. Knees bloodied from stumbling over tree roots and sharp rocks.

And eventually, he finds her. The Beast, sitting on a log in front of a crackling fire. The hair on the back of Five’s neck stands on end at the sight of her, in her coat dress with her perfectly coiffed blonde curls and red, red lips, a glossy black suitcase on the ground by her feet. She watches him with cold eyes, and the shape of her shadow doesn’t match her form. It’s too big, dragging out across the trees, a crown of antlers sprouting from its head.  Five doesn’t think for a single second that she’s human.

“Number Five, right?” she greets. It isn’t a question. When she smiles, it’s too wide. There’s a crimson smudge of lipstick on her teeth.

Five cycles through a few reactions. Fear. Anger. Fear. Frustration. Fear. He settles on curiosity. 

“Maybe,” he says, guarded. “And you are?” She arches a condescending brow in his direction and doesn’t respond. Five almost repeats himself before it occurs to him. If she knows who he is, somehow, then she might-- “My family.”

“What about them?” the woman asks. She reaches into one of her pockets and pulls out a compact mirror, popping it open and baring her teeth into the reflection there. At the sight of the stain, she grimaces and reaches up with a white handkerchief to rub it away.

“Where are they?” Five says. And though he knows it’s foolish, he can’t quite manage to leash his irritation. The words come out clipped and angry.

And then the woman says something that makes Five’s heart drop into his stomach. “Dead, I suppose.” The stain is gone. She folds the handkerchief and tucks it into a pocket. It vanishes along with the mirror. “Much like everyone else.”

Five’s breath catches in his throat. He should protest. Should argue. He has no reason to trust her, and he--he doesn’t. But the words burn in his mouth (they’re dead, they’re dead) and somehow he knows they’re true.

“Of course,” the woman continues, clicking her tongue. “They might still be around here somewhere. I could help you find them.  Help you protect them.  This is a dangerous place, Heavens knows what could happen. What might have already happened.”

Hope flares in Five’s chest, and he crushes it with brutal efficiency. He doesn’t believe for a moment that he’s not being deceived. 

Besides, he doesn’t want to find them. He wants to escape, because then he can travel back. And then he can stop all of this. He’ll keep it from happening in the first place. Their souls won’t need protecting, because they won’t be dead. All he needs to do is buy himself some time. That’s it.

“Okay,” he says. Then, because nothing in life is free and he knows it, “And what’s your price?”

“My, my,” she says. “You have a grasp of quid pro quo already. That’s good. Luckily for you,” she reaches down and pats the suitcase by her feet. “I just need you to take care of something for me.” She pauses, tilts her head to the side. “You don’t mind getting your hands a little dirty, do you?”

And later--but also before, in a manner of speaking. Time moves so strangely in the Unknown. Too slow sometimes, too fast other times. Occasionally in reverse. But never the way it should. So, later (or before, depending on your way of looking at things) Diego and Ben Hargreeves, fifteen years old, wake up in the Unknown. They should be dead. They aren’t. But they haven’t survived yet, either. Lost and afraid, they pick themselves up off the ground and start walking.

And somewhere else--somewhere deep in the Unknown, or somewhere beyond even that, the girl with her bike is watching, a frown on her face. Then, with a sigh, she waves her hand and gives them--not the answer. Never the answer. But the chance to find one. They can find each other, and the way out, if they’re lucky.  Very rarely does she like to interfere, but this time she will make an exception. That Beast has been creating an awful mess in her forest, after all.