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[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 22

Word Count: 3.1K Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of blood

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: falling back in love with this story 🤭 just need the same motivation for my Criminal Minds fic 🫣

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That was it.

That moment was either kill or be killed.

Realization dawned upon everyone at the same time, the air in the room shifting as everyone understood what needed to be done. Even the Kanima had his own rules to carry out. Whether they wanted to or not, they had to fight Jackson, and someone had to come out of it alive.

Isaac’s grip tightened around (Y/N) as the creature unhanded Allison, its sight set on the other Argent girl. Meanwhile, her father stood between her and the creature in a protective stance. Even without a loaded weapon, he would not let more harm come to his daughter.  It was clear Gerard had given Jackson a quiet command and he couldn’t ignore it.

But once free, Allison reared back and elbowed the Kanima in the face, breaking his gaze before he pushed her to the ground and out of the way. His eyes fell back on (Y/N), a murderous glint in his irises. He was tasked to kill the girl, and he wouldn’t stop until he completed his goal.

Suddenly, Stiles’ powder blue Jeep crashed through the wall, colliding straight with the Kanima. “Did I get him?” he asked, his eyes tightly shut.

His question was answered as Jackson jumped onto the car, scaring him and Lydia out of the vehicle. Stiles ran to Scott while Lydia faced the lizard version of her ex-boyfriend. As scared as she was, she knew what she had to do, obviously aware since before she came upon the creature. She dug into her pocket for a key, her head facing away from the Kanima, too afraid of his form to stare and bracing for his potential strike.

“Jackson,” she muttered as she showed him the key, stopping him dead in his tracks.

The creature’s eyes focused on the item. Suddenly, it was the most important thing on his mind. He no longer felt the uncontrollable need to kill; there was only him and his memories. It wasn’t the key, of course not, but what that little gold thing meant.

Right before everyone’s eyes, the scales started to disappear from Jackson’s body, revealing the boy under the murderous lizard. Lydia had always been the answer to their Kanima problem; they just didn’t know.

The boy stumbled back as his body continued to revert, and in the blink of an eye, Derek sprung from the ground toward him, and Peter appeared from his back, and they both dug their claws into Jackson’s stomach and back, respectively. They raised him off the ground, sinking deeper before setting him back down. Blood pooled in his mouth, and his stance faltered as weakness took over him.

Lydia was quick to help him stand, her teary eyes focused only on him. “Do you…,” he tried to speak. “Do you still…?”

“I do,” she whimpered as she nodded. “I do still love you.”

The redhead kept repeating the words as a mantra as Jackson closed his eyes and his body grew limp. They both fell to the ground as the weight took over the girl, but she never let him go. Instead, she cradled his body close to hers, whispering her goodbyes to the boy who had been her first love.

All their friends could do was stand and stare as they watched her lay him gently on the ground, witnessing the last traces of the Kanima disappear from Jackson’s face. They had gone so far and done so much, only for Derek to get what he wanted in the end.

But they were in Beacon Hills. There, sometimes, the dead didn’t stay dead for long.

As they worried about Gerard’s sudden disappearance and Lydia turned her back to Jackson, the sound of nails scraping the concrete echoed through the room. He raised from the ground and revealed the most unexpected of turns. The bite had taken, and Jackson had finally gotten what he wanted. He was finally a werewolf. And, most of all, he was alive.

“Don’t mean to break this beautiful moment here,” (Y/N) muttered. Lydia and Jackson had shared in an intimate embrace as they celebrated his reanimation and her confessions. “Still sort of bleeding out here.”

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Allison said as realization dawned upon her. “I-I…”

“You can save your guilt for a later time,” the girl groaned. “Right now, I need to stop the bleeding.”

“Here, munchkin.” Henry ripped two strips from the bottom of his t-shirt, using them as a tourniquet for her leg and shoulder. “That should keep you stable until we get home and get you stitched up.”

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“It’s fine, Allison,” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. “We can talk later. I just… I need to get out of here.”

“Take my car,” Chris interjected. “I’ll go back home with Allison.”

“Yeah,” she muttered, shame eating away at her mind. “I’ll see you later, I guess.”

(Y/N) started to limp away with the help of her father and Isaac, ignoring the burning gaze of Derek. She could tell he wanted to reach out, to be the one helping her to the van. But he had burned that bridge with a torch and gasoline. If he ever planned on rebuilding it, he’d have to do it from the ground up.

The girl groaned with every step she took, her limbs aching and pulsing. Isaac helped her into the SUV, clicking her seatbelt for her, careful to avoid her injuries. “I can go with you,” he whispered. “Meet you at the house?”

“You should stay with Derek for now,” she said. “My mom’s gonna probably be at the house and Erica and Boyd have to be there already. I’ll send them over as soon as I can—given they actually went there.”

“But…”

“I’ll be okay, Isaac,” she assured with a weak smile. “I’ll see you later today, okay?”

“She’s in good hands, kid,” Henry said as he sat on the driver’s side of the car. “We’ll let you know when you can sneak back into the house.” 

“You, uh, you know about that, sir?” 

“Not much happens in my house that I don’t know about,” he chuckled. “And I know Brody is not the one eating the food in my kitchen.” 

“Oh, uh, um...” 

“It’s okay, Isaac,” Henry smiled. “I don’t mind. There’s always space for anyone that needs it at my house. You can stay over any time—except when my wife is at home. She’s not as generous.” 

“Uh, thank you, sir,” Isaac mumbled. “I appreciate it.” 

“Guys, this is a beautiful moment,” (Y/N) interrupted, “but still bleeding here.”

“Right,” her father chuckled. “We’ll let you know when you can come over.” 

The car ride back home was quiet at first. Henry sped through the streets, rushing to get to his house and take care of his daughter. He knew her condition wasn’t worrisome, but it didn’t stop the concern that flooded his mind as (Y/N) grimaced and groaned from the pain. But he knew all she needed was a bit of conversation to distract her mind.

“So, you and Isaac seem close,” Henry teased. “Is he the boy that had you questioning our family’s beliefs?”

“What? No,” she quickly replied. “Isaac and I are just friends, dad.”

“Does he know that?”

“Dad…”

“I’m just saying, kid,” he chuckled. “He seems to really care about you.”

“And I care about him, but we’re just friends,” (Y/N) assured. “It didn’t really work out with the person I was talking about that day. He, uh, wasn’t who I thought he was.”

Henry turned to look at his daughter. She no longer was the little girl who could barely see above the dashboard when in the front seat, or the preteen who would live with headphones on her ears. (Y/N) was closer to adulthood than she was to her younger years, even if he couldn’t think of her as anything other than his baby girl. She was growing, and with that came many challenges they would have to face together.

“Is it Derek?” the man continued to inquire. “Gerard mentioned something about it tonight.”

(Y/N)’s gaze fell to her leg, fiddling with the soaked fabric. “Yeah,” she sighed defeatedly. “I mean, nothing really happened between us, but it still ended.”

“Derek Hale, huh? He’s been quite the character in our family’s story.”

“Yeah, sure know how to pick ‘em,” the girl chuckled awkwardly. “Didn’t even get to become a problem for the Argents. Over before we even began.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Henry asked. “You don’t have to, of course. But it can help you make sense of everything.”

“I don’t… he just said something that he can’t take back,” she shrugged, sinking into the seat. (Y/N) considered telling her father the entire story. From the dreams to the agreement she had made with Derek, she wanted him to know everything. But if he could keep his secrets, so could she. At least until they all erupted to the surface. “We just don’t work, I guess. No point in really delving into the whole thing.”

“Well, I’m here if you wanna talk about it, kid,” he said as he killed the car’s engine. “Let me help you out.”

Henry rounded the car and took his daughter in his arms, carrying her inside.

The house was quiet and dark, save for a light in the kitchen. There, Rebecca was serving a wine glass for herself. As (Y/N) came into view, the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground, spilling liquid as red as the blood that stained her daughter’s skin.

“What happened?!” she exclaimed as she ran to her daughter. “I thought you were supposed to stay away from this.”

“She wasn’t gonna work with the hunters,” Henry said as he set (Y/N) on a stool by the kitchen island. “Doesn’t mean she wasn’t gonna help her friends.” 

“Did they do this to you, (Y/N)?” Rebecca worried. “Did those things hurt you?”

“No, mom,” (Y/N) scoffed. “This is the work of Allison. You know, your niece who was hellbent on getting the local pack to avenge her mother. Yeah, she did this.”

“No… Allison wouldn’t.”

 “She did,” Henry confirmed. “Gerard was real proud.”

“Come on, she’s family,” the woman continued to argue. “Allison wouldn’t do that to you.”

“We can stay here and argue about what happened to me,” (Y/N) sighed, “or you can help me with these wounds. Just stop. Please, mom.”

Rebecca hurried to the cupboard under the kitchen sink. She pulled out the first aid kit and quickly set to work on her daughter. First, she cut the leg of her pants, sliding it softly down her leg, careful not to disturb the wound. The girl’s thigh was covered in dried blood, fresh droplets still coming out of the cut. Thankfully, the knife hadn’t gone deep enough to nick any veins, but it had caused enough damage to drench her jeans and her skin with blood.

The woman cleaned the skin surrounding the wound, mindful of her daughter’s jerks and winces as she worked. Once the area was clear she glued the skin back together with a liquid bandage before doing the same with the girl’s shoulder. Finally, she covered both wounds with a waterproof bandage and gave her daughter two ibuprofen pills.

“Why don’t you head up to the shower and go to bed, honey?” Rebecca said as she put the items away. “We can all talk calmly tomorrow. It’s been a long night already.”

“Yeah, are you asking me or telling me?” 

“Okay, kid, let’s get you upstairs,” Henry said, stifling a laugh. “There’s gonna be a lot to unpack tomorrow.”

“Alright, I get the hint,” (Y/N) said as she got off the stool, careful to keep her weight mostly off her hurt leg. “Good night, guys.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I think I can manage.” She tested her steps, making sure she could at least make it to her room without help. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Alright,” Henry said before kissing the top of his daughter’s head. “Let me know if anything changes during the night, munchkin. I don’t care how late it is.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” (Y/N) limped toward the staircase, pressing her nails into her palms as pain shot up her leg and through her arm. She knew she should have asked for help, even if it was just to her room. But she had felt useless enough. “Night, guys.”

“Good night, honey,” her parents called out.

The girl mustered all the strength she could to make it all the way to her room. Part of her hoped Erica and Boyd had made it to her house. But as soon as her doorknob turned without any fight, she knew they were not there. All she could do was hope they at least were somewhere safe. Maybe they had gone through their plan of skipping town. Maybe.

Instead of two teen werewolves inside her room, she was met with an expectant Brody. In the blink of an eye, he had jumped off her bed and was by her side, whimpering as he noted the star of her body. He nudged her healthy leg softly, his eyes focused on hers.

“Hey, buddy,” she chuckled painfully. “I’m alright, boy. Just gotta get all this dirt off.”

Brody merely whined in response, clearly worried for his owner.

“I’m okay, bud,” (Y/N) smiled weakly. “We won tonight. Yeah. We won.”

She wasn’t sure if those last words had been to calm her dog or if she had to convince herself. They’d merely won a fight, but she could feel a war coming in. Something no one was ready for.

But she couldn’t worry about the future just yet. Not when the present was still so fresh.

After sending Brody to her bed, (Y/N) hurried to the bathroom. She set her change of clothes on the bathroom sink before ripping the dirty clothes off her body. The fabric had darkened with her blood, making it cling to her as it dried. Both items were unsalvageable, already cut and sulked by her wounds. They were evidence of a fight well fought but they reminded her of all she had done wrong.

(Y/N) set the shower to run hot before she allowed the stream to over her aching body. As the water came close to singe her skin, she allowed the tears to fall from her eyes, one of her hands flying to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her.

Her mind kept replaying the night. She had started off strong with her fight back at the school. Hell, she had felt invincible then. When she had helped Erica and Boyd escape, she was sure the night would be filled with nothing but wins. But all it took was one wrong move and she’d allowed Allison to incapacitate her for the rest of the fight. If Stiles and Lydia had not burst in, she would have just become a burden to her friends. All the training and records she had broken had meant nothing. Not when a simple knife to her leg was enough to take her out of the running.

Then there had been Derek. She couldn’t get the gut-wrenching look of betrayal he sent her out of her mind. As much as he had hurt her, she didn’t want to hurt him. Yet, she knew Scott’s plan inevitably would. Derek was too married to the notion that the only way they could defeat Jackson was by killing him, but in doing so, he’d unravel too many knots that had already been tied.

When she had gone to see Scott after the fight in the sheriff’s station, (Y/N) had been sure she’d be leaving his house on Derek’s side. But there she learned just how much was at stake, and to beat Gerard they had to start playing his game. He had begged her not to tell Derek, knowing the alpha would find a way to get the Argent man exactly what he wanted. Knowing how much they could lose in the process, she had agreed. She didn’t tell anyone.

Much like she had done for her pain since she was a little girl, she kept it all inside. The girl shielded everyone around her from her fears and her sadness, too afraid to let them be consumed by the darkness that hid within her—in her mind and her heart. It was that very darkness that she was afraid would eat away at her when she least expected it. The void that lived in the chest of every Argent, waiting dormant until it was its time to wake.

(Y/N) had seen that darkness in Allison that night, but it had started its consumption many nights before. It had chiseled away at the barriers of her mind, clouding her thoughts with ire and vengeance. That night, it was the darkness that had sunk its knife into (Y/N)’s body for standing in the way. She couldn’t blame her cousin because she knew it all too well. It had visited her in her dreams, and it had been biding its time until it could have a taste of her too.

The water had grown cold by the time it had finally run clear. Ache returned to her muscles as the temperature dropped, and she knew her laments had to stop, too. No good would come from being alone with her thoughts, spiraling down an endless tunnel of dread.

At that moment, there was only one person that her mind drifted to for consolation. Regardless of what he had done and what he had said, she had grown to find comfort in him—his arms, his touch, his lips. And at that moment she needed that solace.

But he had made things clear, and no phone call or message could change his mind.

At least that’s what she thought.

(Y/N) left her bathroom, ready to sink into her cold bed and fall asleep to Brody’s gentle snores. She left the mess of dirty clothes on the floor—a problem for the morning. All she wanted was rest. Just rest.

She hadn’t expected to find Derek in the middle of her room, welcomed by an excited Brody. He was petting the dog and singing him praises when he noticed (Y/N) coming into the room, making him stop dead in his tracks. “(Y/N), I…” he started, unsure of what to say. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but after tonight I just had to see you, make sure you were okay. I can go if that’s what you want. I just…”

(Y/N) didn’t let him finish. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting herself come undone in his arms. Words be damned, hurt be damned. All she wanted was that moment. She allowed herself to sob into his chest, melting into his embrace like she had done before, and she cried. She cried until she didn’t remember if she had stopped.

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[ladybizarre13]

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[deedsofmercy]

I need some petopher straight up thirsting after each other pre-any getting together. where is peter running into a door because he was too busy staring at chris' forearms? where is chris clenching his jaw, unable to stop staring at peter's ass?! i want these old men to be EMBARRASSING in their lust. i want FRUSTRATION.

[kitkatwinchester]

...wtf??

Does someone wanna tell me what Chris thinks he's doing??

Wha--

WHAT'S THE PLAN HERE?

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

WHAT IS GOING ON?!

WHAT IS HE DOING?!

WHAT DOES THAT ACCOMPLISH?!

JFDL:AK:FJKLADJ Fk: LJF:LKDJ SKL:ZJFKLD: SJKL:FJE:KLS:JLS

...anyways.

Okay.

So in other news, I ship Isaac and Allison again.

And honestly, as much as I hate to admit it...I think I'm starting to ship them more than Allison and Scott....

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU SCOTT!!

But honestly, I think Isaac's and Allison's personalities mesh better, and Isaac REALLY cares about her, and as much as I think she doesn't want to admit it to herself...I think Allison really cares about him.

And, like, the way she was just starting to panic and Isaac just grabbed her and held her and I just...

I'M SORRY SCOTT!

But I love them.... <3

Also.

I was about to be all pissed at Peter for being all manipulative of Derek and his feelings again, because I really thought Peter was trying to trick him into doing something really bad to save Cora.

But INSTEAD, he's actually trying to STOP him from doing it. He told him about it, but then he really broke down how bad and dangerous this could really be, and he's RIGHT. This is probably EXACTLY what Jennifer/Julia/the Darach (what are we calling her? This is giving me Stranger Things vibes lol) wants. She wants him to be weak, so that he has to come to her for help, so that she ultimately wins.

And I have never been so freaking grateful for Peter.

Thank GOD for that man, and I really hope Derek listens to him, because there has GOT to be another way to save Cora, and Derek...that isn't it.

Anyways UGGGGH CHRIS!!

(I mean LOOK AT THIS SCENE! <3)

Update: So...Chris was just hoping she wouldn't do a full cavity search and take ALL of his weapons? THAT was his big plan?? THAT WAS YOUR PLAN, CHRIS?! ... *sighs deeply* Why are teenagers smarter than you Mr. Big Bad Werewolf Hunter, Chris Argent??

[lathrine]

WoW is a Nightmare because my brain translates the achievements as one big to-do list, so im always chipping away at the world's most pointless tasks missing mounts, while being an incredible tool, as made this Even Worse by giving me the EXACT mount tool i've been craving and providing me with an even more specified to-do list featuring helpful hyperlinks to further information on how to achieve them

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Something I need to see more in fics is Derek absolutely owning the argents. I really dislike it in fics when he has to beg Chris and Allison to work with him. Especially when they’re like “oh we are here to keep you in check”

Like no, beacon hills is his home, his family has bleed and died for beacon hills for centuries. That land bends to Derek’s will, and if he doesn’t want hunters on his land, beacon hills will make it so.

He owes the argents nothing, not his allegiance, not even his understanding. “Oh Chris didn’t know that Kate would” stfu. Christ argent still perpetuates the bigotry of being a hunter.

Give me alpha Derek hale, continuing on the legacy of his family. Having the hale pack, marrying stiles. Having a happy ending.

Anyway that’s my rant for the day 🫢

[beaconfeels]

Okay playing off @mirrorthoughts last ask:

Thoughts on Alpha werewolf Stiles and his second in command, werewolf Chris Argent? 😉

I HOPE YOU’RE THINKING SHIPPY THOUGHTS BECAUSE I’M THINKING SHIPPY THOUGHTS! Ahem. *smooths down hair*

I love the way this ask is worded because it makes me feel like I can handwave how this situation came to be and just GET TO THE GOOD STUFF.

When I think Chris and Stiles, I think PINING. Second in command werewolf Chris being OUT OF HIS MIND because twitchy kid Stiles Stilinski turned into young but extremely competent alpha, person Chris trusts most in the world, maybe love of Chris’s LIFE, but he can’t fuck this up because they actually have a stable pack, and Beacon Hills is finally not the murder capital of Northern California, and also Stiles wasn’t even born yet when Chris graduated high school. Fuck his life.

Meanwhile Stiles is over here like, he might be the glue that holds the pack together, but Chris is the glue that holds him together. Chris became his second in the early days, back when Chris was still human. He doesn’t really understand how it happened, but Chris became his rock, that solid energy he rests up against when everything feels like it’s spinning out of control. He trusts him, not just with his life, but with helping him make good decisions for the pack, to have his back, to tell him when he’s off the rails.

Derek and Peter had hammered it into him that having a person as his anchor isn’t a good idea, so Stiles has anchored himself to something else but…Chris is still a big part of what keeps him sane and grounded.

Also, turns out when Chris is happy and healthy he not only has bulging werewolf-fueled muscles, he also has a little extra meat on his bones, and a belly that is just a bit soft around the edges and he looks big and solid, and Stiles is OBSESSED with the way he feels small and protected when Chris wraps him in his arms, even though they’re the same height. He’s pretty sure if he could curl up with Chris and sleep for about eleven years, it would fix him.

Chris knows he and Stiles don’t have a typical Alpha and Right Hand relationship. He’s seen how other packs operate, and it’s definitely more of a business relationship than he and Stiles have. He and Stiles are wrapped up in each other in all the ways. Protecting the pack. Protecting each other. Hugs and neck nuzzles and eating meals where they end up still sitting at the table hours later just talking about anything and everything.

Everything he’s read says it shouldn’t work that way, but every time he tries to put some distance between them and act like he’s “supposed to” around his alpha, things fall apart. It’s bad for Stiles. It’s bad for the pack. So fuck the rules. He and his alpha are what they are, and everyone will just have to deal with it. Including himself. Because fuck his life he’s in love with his alpha.

And Stiles decided ages ago that what he has with Chris is enough. Sure, he really really wants to push Chris up against a wall and kiss him senseless before letting Chris take him to bed, but he can live without it. Chris is partner enough, just as things are.

This might have gone on forever if Peter and Derek hadn’t come back for a visit. They watch the alpha and his second in command like they’re a reality show until suddenly one day Peter can’t take it anymore and says “Jesus Christ, you’re not the typical Alpha and Right Hand because you’re mates, you idiots!”

And…

Oh.

[thedecadenceofwar]

Elle Argent as Jesus Christ: Heartstopper art analysis.

Yesterday, I made this post where I wordlessly compared Elle's art piece for the Lambert School to the painting that draws her attention at the Louvre, Caravaggio's Supper at Emmaus, a depiction of Jesus breaking bread for his disciples after his crucifixion and subsequent rising.

Elle's perspective on the painting / a full view of the painting (source)

The first thing I noticed that helped me draw the connection between these two paintings was their composition, the basic triangular lines that guide the eye in each painting; from Jesus and Elle in the center to the innkeeper and Tao at the top.

Heartstopper also clearly wanted us to make some connection between Elle and this Caravaggio: they focus on her face before they show us the painting, so we wonder what exactly it is she's seeing, which increases its narrative importance. I assumed she recognized herself in a painting; she did, but not in the way I expected.

The National Gallery (see above source) has this to say about the Caravaggio:

On the third day after the Crucifixion two of Jesus’s disciples were walking to Emmaus when they met the resurrected Christ. They failed to recognise him, but that evening at supper he ‘... took bread, and blessed it, and brake and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight’ (Luke 24: 30–31). Painted at the height of Caravaggio’s fame, this is among his most impressive domestic religious pictures. He brilliantly captures the dramatic climax of the story, the moment when the disciples suddenly see what has been in front of them all along. Their actions convey their astonishment: one is about to leap out of his chair while the other throws out his arms in a gesture of disbelief. The stark lighting underlines the dramatic intensity of the scene. Typically for Caravaggio, he has shown the disciples as ordinary working men, with bearded, lined faces and ragged clothes, in contrast to the youthful beardless Christ, who seems to have come from a different world.

Jesus, in the story, opens the eyes of his disciples in more ways than one (I pulled my Bible out for this!). First, in the scene depicted in the painting, the disciples do not know that this man is Jesus until he blesses the bread and breaks it for them, revealing himself as Christ. Second is the context in which Jesus comes to share dinner with his disciples: they meet him on the road during the day before, and he interprets the Old Testament for them: (stay with me I promise we'll leave the Biblical stuff and get back to the gay stuff soon)

Luke 24:13-16 Now on that same day two of [the disciples] were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. Luke 24:25-27 Then he said to them, "Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?" Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.

If Safe Space is an exact analogue to Supper at Emmaus, then Elle takes the position of Jesus, and she draws from the story of Christ's crucifixion and rising a trans metaphor.

Death does not always mean death. For example, in the world of tarot, the card of Death does not signify literal Death, but a transformation: that the idea of death is a catalyst for change. If you're trans or non-binary, you understand the idea of the person you were being dead; that's why they call it a deadname. For me, the girl I was is dead. The person I am now, a living, breathing, non-binary person, is alive.

Jesus died and lived again; the boy Elle was died and the girl Elle is lived. Elle takes the spot of Jesus. Elle is risen.

There's another half to this metaphor: of the disciples that don't recognize Jesus. See where I'm going with this? At first, after Jesus had undergone his transformation, the disciples do not recognize him; literally "Their eyes were kept from recognizing him." The fault is not on them – it is another stronger force that maintains their blindness. But Jesus stays with them, despite the fact that they don't know who he is, and he talks to them about the scriptures.

We don't know much about Elle, pre-transition. But we know that Elle, Tao, and Charlie, at least, were friends before Elle's transition, and she had to come out to them at some point. So, in essence, she is Jesus on the road to Emmaus; unrecognized, a stranger, until she reveals herself for who she is.

She takes the moment Jesus tells his disciples who he is and shows what happens when Elle stays. We don't all have the luxury of being the Son of God, who can just pop away at a moment's notice after coming back from the dead (which is what he does, in the story: once the disciples have their eyes opened, he leaves). But this is Elle, out, resurrected, staying.

"So. There've been a lot of changes in my life over the last couple years. But with this piece I guess I wanted to capture a place that holds a lot of happy memories. Even in the darker times. Somewhere I always felt safe."

Safe Space comes after the moment of realization, after Elle comes out, after her friends' eyes are opened. But implied in its source and its inspiration is the moment of truth, the moment of coming out. There's been a lot of that, this season, coming out. There's people that want to and are scared, and people that refuse to and walk away. We never had to go on that journey with Elle. But she's telling us about it, now. She's telling us that it was glorious, that it was godly, that it was religious, that she died and was resurrected.

Before I leave, I want to touch on Tao's importance in this piece. The disciples in Supper are the two men that are seated; the man standing is the innkeeper, who is not quite a part of Jesus' world. Interesting, that Charlie and Isaac, the two people of Elle's group who are part of the queer community, take the place of the two disciples, and Tao, the token straight friend, is standing in the place of the innkeeper; not a follower of Jesus but a witness to the miracle of his resurrection anyway. They are all different people in this painting; different identities, different lives, different loves. But they were all there to witness Elle revealing herself in her resurrection. Tao, afraid of being left alone, is brought into this inner sanctum of Elle's world. Into her safe space.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

why there is women in army ?

is there lack of men in argent or something ?

13th century BCE (THIRTEEN CENTURIES BEFORE THE BIRTH OF CHRIST) – Lady Fu Hao, consort of the Chinese emperor Wu Ding, led 3,000 troops into battle during the Shang dynasty. THAT'S OLD AS FUCK Also guess what: She is credited fighting the earliest recorded large-scale ambush in Chinese history. With up to 13,000 troops and the important generals Zhi and Hou Gao serving under her, she was also the most powerful military leader of her time. This highly unusual status is confirmed by the many weapons, including great battle-axes, unearthed from her tomb. One of Wu Ding's other wives, Fu Jing, also participated in military expeditions. So i guess we can say that Wu Ding got that thang for strong women, like many of the other dudes in my discord server lmao

I wanted to show you the earliest record of a woman leading an army, now let's see actual combatants.

For some reason, the nomadic horse riders, since the times of the Scythians, had women in the ranks. That means the guys that almost toppled civilization if it wasnt for the Assyrians, the Mongols, Turks, Huns, Xiongnu, and moreeee, way more.

You should also read the Book of Shang, and see what it details in regards to women in the army. "...he recommended dividing the members of an army into three categories; strong men, strong women, and the weak and old of both sexes. He recommended that the strong men serve as the first line of defence, that the strong women defend the forts and build traps, and that the weak and elderly of both sexes control the supply chain. He also recommended that these three groups not be intermingled, on the basis that doing so would be detrimental to morale."

And this is all before I even get to the more well known instances shieldmaidens from the vikings, Onna-Bushi (or Musha) women of the samurai, or Celtic and Germanic warrior women.

Course, i grabbed most of this from wikipedia with just a quick search lmao

I just wanted some facts and historical instances before I could end it with "Cause I want to have women in the army cause it's my story"

Plus, the Blessings are an equalizer, as the Sword Saint Wythela will show you in the story. With the advent of so many women being able to fight with a strength that surpasses that of a normal man, of course these women will champion female rights and ensure a more equal society, and that's what Belthean women did. Even in Nareth before Belthean culture dominated there are instances of women leading, like in the Carsthe dynasty or Remiel's grandmother herself, Queen Calmiel.

[blackhholes]

okay i finally watched the teen wolf movie and i've had like 5 glasses of wine so sorry if this is intelligible but jesus christ.

i was sooo right to never consider this canon just based on what i read and i'm soooo happy i didn't watch it alone because that would be miserable.

like the movie had so many aspects and themes and tropes that fuck so hard and would make me go feral but they just fell so incredibly flat in the way it was executed. i truly think if they make allison being stuck in bardo and having to either bring her back or finding a way to bring her to peace the focus instead of including the nogitsune that would have already improved the movie so much. there was way too much going on and the pacing was incredibly weird like watching it you can tell that the screenplay was written by jeff davies, someone who only has experience writing for tv, alone with no outside help. it legitimately felt like he had an idea of a story that could take place over the 10-12 ep season of teen wolf and he just thought he could condense that into a movie and it'd flow well enough. it does not.

and there were things in the movie i truly did enjoy like the scallison photobooth picture like them talking about that genuenly made me tear up which again if you focused the movie on allison it would be so much stronger, as well as the melissa/argent/peter throuple they were sooo fun to watch to me but even the scallison endgame and the toxic throuple could not save it from its many crimes.

like it felt like jeff davies was so far removed from the show and he didn't care to reacquaint himself with the characters he created like at all they all felt weirdly out of character like someone just writing based on memory. and i think russell mulcahy's direction worked well for the show because it was an mtv show and that was what was expected of it but for a full feature length film it just didn't work (i know mulcahy had directed features before but i haven't watched it maybe they're good and this is all of jeff but still).

and don't even get me started on how they treat their japanese characters and use japanese setting like it's soooo disrespectful. and that's not even including how arden was treated which was just sooooo gross.

[hotgirlstiles]

no really bc sterek bones and all au when??? stiles on the run sent away by his sheriff father who meets derek whos living a nomadic lifestyle (hmmm should he also be a werewolf?? are all werewolves cannibals or has dereks cannibalistic nature made him force himself into solitude?? ) and they fall in love and NO ONE DIES (maybe peter could be sully in this au....the fire still happened and and instead of just killing laura he eats her.... but again no one dies so sterek kills and eats him in the end <33) this is all over the place lol but sterek cannibalism is soooooooo !!! ESPECIALLY with the added idea of lycanthropy and where cannibalism stands in werewolf culture ugh and im OBSSESED with the idea of cannibal claudia whos passed the desire on to stiles but died before she could ever explain just AHH there is so much that could be done with the stiles and derek + cannibalism both separately as characters and together as a couple it makes me CRAZY !!!

jesus christ HELLO OH MY GOD. HELL9. HELLO HELLO HELLO FUCKKKK STEREK AND BONES AND ALL STEREK AND CANNIBALISM PLEASE PLEAS ELELASE

the hales having a cannibalistic nature.. just their wolves being stronger … they just appeal to their supernatural/wolfy side stronger than others hence their cannibalistic nature…. Stiles as his mothers son of course.. he will always have her illness and she will always haunt him etc etc.. you get it.

claudia’s desire being passed off onto stiles is so fucking crazy and sooo good to me im so obsessed omfg. he genuinely is and will always be claudia’s little monster.. her little mischief.. little claudia……..

i wouldnlike to suggest maybe an argent for sully though.. i love peter tew much i always love him to be the good guy.. maybe peter is in the hospital instead of maren’s/stiles mother….. smthn smthn peter explaining to sterek how theyre not monsters and they feed off each others desires …… and then back to kooky silly peter rambling. . Sorry i just love silly peter..

also i missed thus part but stiles being sent away by the sheriff is so devastating to me . the sheriff will always drive away his loved one

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Argents Don't Get Sick

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62629999 by Takara_Phoenix Chris is sick, but his father taught him that Argents don't get sick. He shouldn't be lazy, shouldn't be weak. He should power through this. Thankfully, his caring mates disagree and decide to take care of him. Words: 2108, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Argent, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Slash, Polyamory, Threesome - M/M/M, Established Relationship, Married Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Sick Chris Argent, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care of Chris Argent, Peter Hale Takes Care of Christ Argent, Gerard Argent's A+ parenting, Chris' mother haunts the narrative, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62629999

[codumofr]

Un vase à dessin floral aussi vue comme une pièce de céramique de la Vaisselle de Cizhou. Les Vaisselles de Cizhou ou Vaisselle de Tz'u-chou est un terme générique qui désigne des pièces comme celle-ci produite entre la fin de la Dynastie Tang et le début de la Dynastie Ming. La Porcelaine sous la Dynastie Tang connu un "âge d'or" grâce au dynamisme et développant considérablement la "Route de la Soie", permettant un développement des relations entre Asie et Perse. Les céramiques de qualité en Chine sont dues à trois familles culturelles qui seront celles de Yangshao (4500 à 3000 av. J.-C), Cishan-Beifudi (vers 6500-5000) et Peiligang (7000 - 5000 av. J.-C) nous permettant ainsi de remonter le travail de céramique de qualité en Chine jusqu'à au moins l'an -7000 avant Jésus-Christ.

La Dynastie Tang s’étend de l’an 618 à l’an 907 après Jésus-Christ. Cette dynastie voit l’essor d’une façon fulgurante et très étendue de l’art tant pour la Calligraphie, la Peinture, la Céramique, l’Art du Métal et les Arts Bouddhiste. Nous pouvons ainsi retrouver de nombreux traités sur l’art chinois tels que le Traité sur la Calligraphie ( Shupu ) rédigé en 687 par Sun Guoting qui est un ouvrage majeur et théorique employant le style de calligraphie chinois Wang Xizhi. La mise en place et la finalisation des grands styles calligraphique chinois sont aussi de cette période, notamment avec la mise en forme de ses calligraphies. Nous pouvons retrouver une trace de Traité sur la Calligraphie au Musée National du Palais de Taipei tandis que des copies des œuvres de cette époque peuvent être trouvées au Musée du Palais de Pékin telle que laPréface au Pavillon des Orchidées de Wang Xizhi. La Peinture de la période Tang est l'œuvre d’artisans non considérés comme des lettrés par la société et par le pouvoir en place. Toutefois, une première évolution de la peinture est faite grâce à l’apparition d'ouvrages théoriques sur la peinture telle que le Xie He et c’est ce qui permet de l'élever au rang d’art majeur. À cette époque, l’archétype du peintre-lettrés commence à se développer et l’image même de cet archétype est Wang Wei est un peintre du Jinzhong. Cette période fut un des âges d’or de la céramique chinoise et dont le dynamisme ouvrit largement la Chine sur le monde ouvert grâce à la Route de la Soie. La Porcelaine Xing est une des quasi-porcelaines fines et translucides de cette période dont la surface qui se trouvait être lisse évoque la Jade et émettait un son musical au choc. Une description poétique de cette porcelaine était : l'éclat de l'argent et la blancheur de la neige. L’Art du Métal se développe durant cette période et c’est une des rares périodes où est développé un art en or et en argent de grande qualité. Les œuvres en métal ont été produites dans les Ateliers Impériaux de l’Empire. À l’origine située dans le nord pour la production, lors de la deuxième période Tang, elle se déplaça sur le Sud. Ainsi, nous pouvons voir des plats gravés en or dans le ArtScience Museum de Singapour ou même des œuvres en argent retrouver dans l’Épave de Belitung. Pour finir, l’Art Bouddhique qui rassemble l’architecture, la sculpture et tout autre art en lien avec le bouddhisme se développe, mais il ne reste pas grand-chose aujourd’hui de ce passage. Toutefois, deux temples de cette époque ont été préservés et se trouvent sur le Mont Wutai. Préservé et restauré pour garder une trace de cet art raffiné. Nous pouvons retrouver des temples sur le Mont Maiji tandis que des sculptures peuvent être retrouvées dans différents musées et muséum comme celui de Tokyo, celui de Baltimore, celui des arts Asiatique de San Francisco ou dans des grottes.

[wyrmguardsecrets]

people will keep ignoring you if you are unable to provide evidence of said people being pedos, this is not hard to understand, people can show the argent's pedo crap along with a few other's, so what is the deal? Some of you are clearly using anon blogs so just fucking post it. Christ you guys are pathetic/useless

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[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Why do Superheroes suck at keeping Secrets?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51162064 by TheClosetIsGlas Derek Hale is Superman and Stiles knows it. Stiles is a reporter for christ sakes and a damn good one at that! It's literally his job to be nosey and the DailyBeacon doesn't pay him to stay out of the way. So it was kinda shocking to find out that 1) No one but him seemed to notice the striking resemblance between Derek Hale and the beloved hero of the city and 2) Derek was an absolute dork that not only avoided Stiles like the plague (as if he didnt save his bacon on a damn near daily basis!) but liked to pretend like he didn’t flirt with him every time a new big-bad decided to show their face. or the one where Stiles knows Derek is superman and wants to prove it. Words: 6464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Sterek Forever! Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Roscoe | Stiles Stilinski's Jeep, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Gerard Argent Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Additional Tags: Derek Hale as Superman, Stiles Stilinski as Lois Lane, Good Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, 5+1 Things, Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Requited Love, Idiots in Love read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51162064

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I might get hate for this but I’ll it always find it funny that Scott pushes Derek to work with the argents (season 3 ish) and and struggles to understand why when he refuses to; When Scott himself refused to work with Derek for the longest time becuase Derek killed Peter.

Like brother in Christ, I get it, objectively Derek kinda manipulated Scott into helping kill Peter, by promising that he would be able to kill Peter and turn human (he did say it was a fat chance and just a legend). Yes he knew that the legend was bullshit but telling Scott was the best way to get him to help.

Dereks been a werewolf his entire life. He knew that he couldn’t kill Peter alone and that the risk of letting Scott kill Peter on a chance of turning human wasn’t worth it. — Best case it happens Scott turns human, Derek maybe becomes an alpha werewolf (the spark transfers) and still creates the hale pack — maybe derek stays an Omega, goes feral and gets hunted down. Or maybe Scott turns into an alpha doesn’t handle it well, goes feral, and than gets killed by either 1 Derek or 2 hunters.

So yes maybe he did manipulate Scott into helping but in the end there is some logic behind Derek killing Peter. So I get the betrayal behind not wanting to be around him

On the other hand pushing him to work with the argents when they killed his family and tortured Boyd and Erica isn’t and not understanding why he doesn’t want to work with them is objectively funny. Even stiles could read the room, shot out to the one scene “would you rather I burned his house down”