#i can feel its influence in the book... 💕

[snowbellecity]

Will you be a man and listen to Loreena McKennit with me

I need to make a fairytale au I'm obsessed with medieval fantasy lately 💔💔💔

[elbdot]

You know what? This year may have been THE most chaotic one yet in EVERY aspect of the word - but it surely was my most productive year as well! As many emotionally ups and downs as I had, as hard it was to distract yourself from the CHAOS of the world and the justified anger, fear and frustration of the people, I can still say that my year has been more positive than the ones before! I feel different - more like...myself. MORE me. Almost complete. And I have the strong desire to show more of myself out there, to be seen and recognized for what I do and who I am, I want my work to go OUT THERE, to make new friends and find new business partners so I can finally go ALL OUT and republish my books - and I did actually form new friendships this year, more in one year than I did in the past 6 years combined, it's incredible! I stepped out there and made new friends by not even particularly DOING anything - I was just me: A pure bug nerd walking with Maybugs and wild bees on my hands through the streets - that's how I met MULTIPLE people this year.

And I gave myself the space and time to flourish artistically in EVERY direction - From Fakemon Designs to animal studies, horse illustrations, realistic styles, comic styles, personal-, fan- and Pokemoncomics, traditional animation, puppet animation, Photography, SKITS on Youtube - EVERYTHING I wanted to do I DID and I am VERY PROUD that I was able to see through and finish almost everything I started this year or had begun to work on the year before!

There's so much I still want to do and I hope to achieve next year - when I hopefully am more in power again, when my body has recovered from its current whooping cough, when I can contact agencies again. And I really hope social media will become more kind to us artists again, when we currently have to struggle so much with algorithms who want us to be influencers and content machines to post daily. That's why I'm really grateful for my community here on tumblr and the fact that it is not being dictated by an unforgiving algorithm like twitter and Instagram is. On here you actually still have a chance to be seen.

Thank you all SO MUCH for your support this year! Especially those of you, who decided to join my community on Patreon and have become part of my Discord server. You guys have lifted my spirit in ways I couldn't describe and I'm so happy to have such a kind and incredibly generous community! Truly, thank you all so much for being here!

Onward to 2024, let's hope it will treat us all with gentleness and kindness 🥹🥰💖💕

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[moonchild033]

Hey Sweeties! Warm Welcome to my Blog! 💛✨

About Myself 😌:

I'm Yashi 😃❤ (which means Glory lol and its a nickname😭🤭)

I've a Master's in Genetics🎓💊

A Venusian (Taurus stellium) with Moon influence (Rohini stellium) 💅😉

Favorite ice cream flavor: Vanilla 🤓💛

Hobbies: Dancing, Singing, Writing poetry, Learning new languages, Reading books and ofc Astrology 💕😌

My background in Vedic Astrology? Well, I come from a family of vedic astrologers and I am self learning too whenever I can❤

Few things regarding the Blog:

I post Vedic Astrology stuff and I'm still learning. 💛😌

This is my side blog, my main blog is nothing but a private account. I follow my favorite astrology blogs from my main account @darkunicornn and there are many amazing astro girlies out there. 🤗❤

Kindly avoid sending all chart placements or multiple placements in the ask box. If I'm in the mood to interpret your chart placements individually, I will open a game someday, u can submit at that time. I'm usually slower in answering asks but I will answer whichever asks interests me.💞😌

Don't be rude in the comments section, in the ask box, in DMs or anywhere else. Let's all be kind to each other, that's the least we can do, we don't know what the other person might be going through! 😌🤗❤

I'm open to constructive criticisms, as I'm still learning, you can help me grow by pointing out anything regarding my posts in a friendly manner. 💛💛

I've turned off anons in the ask box (unless it's mentioned otherwise in any recent post) as I like to know with whom I'm interacting with. If your question is too private, you can request me to turn on anon for the time being or just ask your query in DMs. Having too many anons in the ask box is a bit anxious for me, hope u understand :) 🤗

I'm a friendly person, I won't bite ur head off 😭 so you can interact with me in the comments section or DMs without hesitation (Just be respectful or I'll feel free to block). *Hugs* 🤭💖

This is an astrology blog but since I would like to feel more like a person owning this blog, I would post random interactive stuff too.✨

If you have reached here, Thank you for reading honey, Hope you enjoy scrolling through the blog! 💋❤

With Love- Yashi ❤⚡

[wibben]

WIBS!! 💜

I come to thee for the ask game.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🏜��� ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

FUKU!! ❤️

Mwah, hello hello -- it's a little funny, we've fringe known each other for months now and only just started getting to know each other in the last couple of weeks, but it's been so nice and felt so natural! We've got lost time to make up for! 💕

🍓 -- Short answer: forum roleplay!

Longer answer: I did written forum roleplay for over a collective decade. By the tail end before I "retired" from it, I'd come up with some really complex plots and character arcs for my OCs that other people just...couldn't quite fulfil the way I needed. So I'd make side characters for my characters, and side characters for those side characters, until my best RP work was really just a series of one shots of me playing by myself haha. At that point I started to realize I'd more or less graduated. It took another two years or so for me to comfortably post my fanfiction though, but I'm very glad to be here now!

🍄 -- May come as a shocker but...my favorite ship is Higunana, and my favorite headcanon is that they absolutely LOVED each other (even if only platonically) from the very start, or there was a ton of friction to overcome because they're both very similar men but with very different ways of going about their similarities. We know Higuruma can be pretty explosive, but Nanami definitely has a fuse in him too and I think Higuruma sorely tested it (but maybe he kind of liked that).

🏜️ -- Honestly, just people saying they enjoyed it haha. It's still so surreal to me that my writing is something people actually like, especially other writers whose work I really look up to. But the comments that go in depth about exactly what they enjoyed and give a sort of analysis will absolutely have me in SHAMBLES for the rest of the day at least.

🦴 -- My writing is a mosaic of a lot of different things I think. The Haunting of Hill House is a literary masterpiece and I'd give a limb to sit down with Shirley Jackson to talk about it. Brandon Sanderson is great when I'm feeling high fantasy (Mistborn is phenomenal)! But I actually draw a LOT from the band Burn The Ballroom or spoken word musician Hotel Books. Both are very different musically, but their word choices have really influenced my vocabulary and I find myself accidentally yoinking lines of lyrics for my writing from time to time lol.

☁️ -- So, my cousin won a stuffed bear from a claw machine once, and the thing was really messed up. It was missing an arm and an eye, its paws were half stitched on and sideways, and the nose was sewn on upside down. She named it Wibbensnickles (couldn't tell you where SHE got the name from) and gave him to me. Enter my online era where my favorite usernames were so basic and always taken, and I wanted a consistent cross-platform screen name. You know what was never taken ever? Wibbensnickles. So that just devolved to a more palatable "wibben" or "wibs" (with the added bonus of "wibben" sounding like a cutesy pronunciation of "ribbon").

[clazberryk]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

Thank you for the tag @roguishcat 💕

When did you start writing?

I ahve bene writing on and off for most of my life, the earleist story i cna remember ithink i was about 11-12. It was terrible so many grammatical errors. I very much journal and have been journalling from a very young age. Writing and books is very much encouraged in our household and its stayed with me into my own household

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love reading all sorts, drama, horror (but not typical trope 'everyone dies just because' stuff), mystery, romance. I am a big fan of fantasy embroiled into science, so the fantastical that could be plausible. However i am not smart enough to write that.

And I will write most things, however somethings i really struggle with.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I used to try poetry and tried to write smart, but i find that really difficult to write. I tend to lean more towards what the protagonist/anotagonist character is feeling, almost like an inner monologue but still very much in 3rd person. I ADORE A write called Deborah harkness (All souls trilogy) Seriousyl check her out she is so very incredible and she has a way with words that just sucks you in. I would love to ahve her talent, i very much emulate and look up to her, but I don't think i would want to write like her. maybe influenced by is more approate term.

Writing compared to, not really. Unless anyone can think of one, not compared nope.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write very much on my Desktop PC, in my office. It is also my gaming PC. I will write pretty much when the need and desire sparks, so everyday. Its nice and quiet,. However i do find i am writing alter into the night, more often than not.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I listen to a lot of music. Music is a big influence in my writing, i have so many saved playlists on my spotify, and yourtube channel. If i need to get into a characters headspace i will go to that playlist. Listen whilst doing tasks around the house and then sit down and write.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I am unsure. I do notice that i tend to lead into emotions, and have then develop and mvoe the story along.

What is your reason for writing?

For my job i am surrounded by disabled/neurodiverse students. I also write very academically, professional and clinical, its very clean and cut, and the reports are at a minuimum 20 pages long. So i write to to release that creativity that cannot be in my daily reports.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I love all comments, although of course ones that go into detail about which parts readers liked are the best! Feedback is crucial. I realise that my writing is definitely not the best out there (I'm working on improving it!). I also love wqhen readers quote a line or a piece of text, that jsut fills me with joy.

FEEDBACK is crucial to any write regardless of level. Do not get me wrong i lvoe the hearts, and the likes but sometimes an actual comment can go a long way for a writer. I often find myself second guessing if a comment has not been left, i know its terrible but also anxiety/adhd.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I'm not sure exactly how to answer this tbh. I like to interact with readers, so i will tag a lot of people in my post (Sorry to those that get tagged ALL THE TIME) looking at you: @roguishcat and @shewhowas39 lvoe you both very much <3. I do try and interact with everyone. But still unsure how to answer that question

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

The use of emotion, i feel that emotion is key to any character and when that is portrayed right, it just hits the reader, and sometimes the writer differently (I am not saying i am the absolute best). But the emotion is one of the proses, and langauge i really worked on developing in my educational journey. I very much try and go with what i feel natural and what that character would naturally do, or say or think.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I feel very stupid and very much like a fraud (I guess we are being honest now :D ). I will reread my stuff but i ahve to stop, because i type so quickly and my mind is always going a million a minute there are mistakes in my work. Which just impacts me more, especially the silly little spellign mistakes. I am working on proofreading my work more than 3 tiems but it always feels like something jsut slips through the cracks regardless.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Both. Both. Definately both. I thrive off comments and feedback, and sometimes i will put a poll out asking the audience, but most of the time its oh that person said that, ooooo i will put that in, see if they notice it. If you have left a comment you can guarentee in a later chapter there may be an easter egg to it. (I hope that makes sense)

No pressure tags: @slothquisitor @loquaciousquark @hell-alka

[earthyaries]

Hi! I’m submitting this for the style reading 💕 I sent payment through cash app(please tell if that worked because I have never done this before lol). Thank you!

General Info: I’m 4’11 and have dark brown(nearly black) curly hair and brown eyes. I have a smaller build(I think Alexa Demie would be a decent example of it idk). My face is like a weird combo of harsh and soft features, but overall I have been described as having an intimidating or scary face while looking young for my age.

Hii !! Yes, it worked :) Thank you for ur payment 🤍

1H - Leo ascendent + Leo Saturn & BML: Gold, bronze, & steel. Sultry & erotic; your 1H is giving me lioness vibes. Flaunt Leo’s influence on your appearance by keeping your hair long & dark, & consider going for a claw-like stiletto the next time you go for a manicure. Cat-eyes & gold shimmers. Sleek & sexy silhouettes. Show some character w an eyebrow piercing or a tooth gem on one of your canines.

2H - Leo/Virgo: The 2H is all about self esteem, so incorporating the 2H into the way we style ourselves will give us more self confidence. You’ll feel your best when you are enhancing your natural features & playing up the elements seen in your 1H. Your style should be refined & simple; Virgo does not like when things are too “busy”. Your wardrobe should consist of earthy & muted warm tones. Understated jewelry + shades of brown for your makeup. Your physical appearance should take the spotlight, not your clothes !

Sun in Scorpio (4H): The sun rules over self expression; we can use our sun signs as a tool for fashion, & doing so will bring forth more confidence, as well as make us feel more in tune w our charts. Your sun is in Scorpio in the 4H; you have a cool, reserved vibe & your style should match that. Nothing too fussy, as you are someone who prioritizes comfort. A nice leather coat, a trusty pair of jeans, some dark polarized sunglasses, + a staple black bag are some good places to start ! Low-cut or backless tops are perfect for when you want to have that sex-appeal without showing “too much”.

Venus in Capricorn (6H): Venus rules over personal aesthetics & all things "beauty”. Your Venus is in Capricorn, which means that you can appreciate subtlety. Invest in quality clothes, but be sparing when it comes to logos !! Capricorn blesses its natives w the gift of aging backwards, but if you want to look more your age: opt for timeless looks & a more mature closet.

Thanks for booking w me :)) I hope you love ur reading <3

[fixedfour]

*✧ — for 💕 anon :

thank you for sending your info!! <3

please feel free to message me if you have any questions 😌 i hope you enjoy my humble analysis!

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Your Vedic chart shows you are a Cancer moon (Pushya), Virgo sun (Uttara Phalguni) , and a Pisces rising (Revati) omg!

you have a lovely chart!! you have a bit more water influence than you may realize, with 4 total placements in water, which also includes your rising.

moon :

Your moon's nakshatra is Pushya, which is so incredibly beautiful! 💖 the moon is your mind 🤍

Pushya is considered the most auspicious of nakshatras, ruled by Brihaspati. it's flower is the lotus and is symbolized by the udders of the cow.

the very essence of this nakshatra is to nourish and has a strong emphasis on family. Cancer moons can feel that their moods/emotions are quite attached to the mom/home life.

Cancer moon is dreamy, we keep journals and become wonderfully sensitive to the world and pick up on emotions easily.

and you have your moon in the 5H! this is highly creative and very romantic! you may enjoy writing about things pertaining to that house, such as romance, or really anything that is generally artistic/creative, like cooking books/recipes. would not be surprised if you are a literary lover yourself!

KRS talks a bit about this 5H moon here.

You also have Jupiter aspecting your moon. A positive placement for Jupiter as Jupiter is helping the health of the moon overall. So let's say that your relationship with the mother/family is not good, Jupiter looking down on the moon from the 11H will offer you support from 11H connections.

all water moons are very intuitive, but you are probably more so than other counterparts. Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces are all the most psychic, and you have all three of these present in your chart.

ascendant / first house :

your ascendant's nakshatra is Revati! gorgeous, gorgeous placement 💘 revati is the culmination of mercurial energy in the lunar mansions and concludes the zodiac belt.

(random: but words like reverie, reverent, and resolution have the same root as the word revati, i just think that's cute since these are all 12H/Pisces themes lol!)

from The 27 Celestial Portals :

Revati's vimshottari lord is Mercury, so you may embody mercurial energy naturally. to me, the most distinct physical characteristic feature for Revati are the eyes. depending on placement, they are usually a striking blue/green, but no matter the color they are always very entrancing and even a little mischievous.

also, your Pisces rising tells me you are probably a more introverted person, or simply you prefer long stretches of alone time in between socializing. you have saturn sitting here, in Revati as well, which is actually a beautiful placement on its own as it adds a bit of stability to an otherwise too watery disposition.

(one of my close friends has saturn in the first house and they are often told that they seem rather cold when they first meet him, so you may actually have the same reaction when it comes to first impressions)

Saturn here is directly aspecting your 7H, which houses your sun in Virgo. this can indicate a delay in marriage itself, or simply that if you get married before the age of 32, a lot of work will be needed to make the relationship sustainable in the long run.

but saturn is not 'dooming' your relationship at all, he is blessing you by making you wait lol!

also, saturn aspecting the sun in any horoscope might denote a struggle with the father, either the relationship may be broken or non-existent. there is effort needed to improve such relationship as well.

Pisces is also very spiritual though, as it's a moksha sign, so not only are you naturally drawn to all things mystical, occult, you may have found yourself drawn to it your entire life. this is emphasized even more with your ketu placement in the 12H. (makes so much sense why you are curious about your horoscope! 🥰)

another interesting prediction with Saturn in Pisces in the 1H, is that you may find more success in foreign lands, away from your birth place! long distance travel may be very, very beneficial for you. (12H is foreign connections)

this is further supported with your ascendant lord, Jupiter, being retrograde. from Brighu Naadi Sangraha:

it is worthy to consider moving away from your birth place if you have not done so already!

sun / seventh house:

next, your sun nakshatra is uttara phalguni 🌞, which is a very interesting spot for the sun to be in! it's in the Virgo portion however, so your Sun is also under Mercurial influence!

Virgo rules the sixth house of servitude, so the Sun here is geared towards honorably helping those around them. it is actually a very humble position for your Sun, as it is sitting in the 7H. the Sun here is mildly suppressed, since the 7H is naturally ruled by Libra, the Sun's debilitation sign.

so in this case, i would gently advise to be careful of how often you are serving others before serving yourself. <3

but there is grace, because the Uttara Phalguni's vimshotarri lord is the Sun, so the Sun's personality and charm shines through regardless.

and after seeing your Sun in Virgo, I'm inclined to ask if you are a writer! In Vedic astrology, the moon is the most common significator for writing/writers, and you have Cancer moon.

Mercury is the other big indicator of writing, communications in general (Gemini, Virgo), and uttara phalguni has been a prominent placement i've seen in novelists. one popular genre is erotica, believe it or not! which is very appropriate considering the sun naturally embodies that 5H/Leo energy. uttara phalguni is symbolized by the back legs of the marriage bed, so again, that theme of romance, fun, sex is there.

again, highly creative energy though!

KRS also talks about this Sun placement here.

the Sun being placed in the seventh house can also give us some clues about your future spouse as well, in fact the Sun has a really big influence on your future partner!

Your seventh house lord Mercury is in Leo, tightly conjunct Rahu. this is such a fascinating combination on it's own!! Rahu inflates anything it touches, and Mercury is the sign of communication, and it's placed in the sixth house.

this can give them, (or you!) the ability to argue extremely well. Think, like an intense lawyer (sixth house also rules litigation). They may also be very creative as well, the influence of Leo is crazy!

Your future spouse may have significant Leo placements, or placements in Aquarius. The sign opposite of your seventh lord usually shows up in your partners chart.

darakaraka :

the planet with the lowest degrees in your chart is your darakaraka, which can indicate your spouse. your darakaraka is Mars, and it's in Scorpio/Anuradha.

immediately, i can tell you that you will find a very devoted spouse. you may be naturally attracted to the Scorpio type, the intense, silent type. you yourself may desire a very protective spouse, and Scorpio will give your spouse a shade of that (think enneagram type 8)

your spouse may actually be a bit of a dominant personality, not only because of your Scorpio placement but also because of your seventh lord in Leo. The sun is very dominant, and paired with the Sun inside your seventh house, you may find yourself dealing with ego issues/balancing with your spouse.

Your Mars is also in the ninth house, which can suggest that your spouse may be from a culture different from yours, and/or you may meet them in places dealing with the ninth house: weddings, college graduations, during foreign travel, etc.

i hope this was helpful <3

[tonydaddingham]

:D hi again!! oh goodness im so excited about this whole shooting stars/rain symbolism im delighted you feel the same!!! and i absolutely agree with you about crowley taking the blame so to speak? thinking about the difference between aziraphale having doubts and crowley having questions - i should rewatch that scene but i think there's something interesting to examine there. i feel like we've attributed aziraphale's 'bad boy' streak and crowley's kind heart to just inherently being Them, but your idea that aziraphale was the one who was supposed to fall is SO intriguing to me in that aspect heheh >:]

about metatron: i think the main associations are, at least islamically the link between the prophet ezra/uzair (the different names are the anglicised and arabic spellings :)) like you mentioned and metatron being the angel of the veil. there's definitely a lot more discussion in jewish literature but i am not even a little bit qualified to talk about that :( further reading for the both of us i think! in terms of GO i doubt the prophet links will be explored - potentially the idea that the prophet ezra and therefore metatron? has been historically viewed as the son of God? however from what i know of islam and can tell from judaism that theory is pretty universally denied because of the absolute divinity of God (has no partners, no children etc etc)

the book of life! yes so we have uh a version of the angel/devil on your shoulder except we believe they're two angels who don't influence you but just write down all your good and bad deeds - these are compiled on the day of judgement and given to you in the right/left hand depending on your final judgement. not sure about any scratching out though! once you're judged, its heaven or hell and your earthly deeds are no longer needed. oh, and as far as i know, only humans have a book of deeds.

oh and also i am incredibly intrigued by your theories about the Fall and what aziraphale & crowley do or don't remember - i am sort of hedging my bets on the idea that early demon crowley didn't remember much about being an angel, and slowly got his memories back, potentially on purpose rather than a gradual return ("it hurts to remember" "i know. do it anyway.") - 🌙

hey 🌙anon!!!✨ ahhhh glad that it interested you!!!

metatron: noted, i definitely need to do some further reading, to see where things align!!! but thank you for clarifying ezra/uzair, that was confusing me slightly, but that makes sense✨

book of deeds: mhmm cool, that matches up from what i understood from research, that's good! interesting to know though that only humans have them... because that might (?) support my thoughts on what the BoL means for angels (ie i don't think it means what michael, beelzebub, and crowley think it to mean in s2... and instead for angels writes out angels' angelicness/causes them to fall).

im still somewhat in two minds about crowley's memory; i do think that there may be missing parts about the fall specifically (whether instigated by heaven or bc of the trauma, not sure!), but i do think some of crowley's 'missing memories' like re: furfur might just be down to AWCW being a bit of a knob, and didnt bother to remember anyone... crowley (well, both of them are tbh) is a unreliable narrator in my eyes, so it may well be a mix of everything!!!

thank you again for this, i really do appreciate it!!!✨💕

[phae-undergrove]

Hi, I've never been particularly religious but recently I really have taken an interest in witchcraft and a lot of the history behind it. I'm trying to do more research before following any particular craft and am trying to learn the basics. I saw your page and fae witchcraft has really intrigued me. Can I ask what you think would be good things to learn first or point me in the direction of any books that may help? I really appreciate this and love your page💕💕

Hey there! First of all congratulations on finding witch craft! 🥰 it can be a really wonderful journey starting a new path, but it can totally be overwhelming at first. One of my very first tips would be just take things slow, you don’t need to learn everything over night and we’ll you physically can’t either so don’t be hard on yourself💕I learn new things everyday in my craft, it’s a constant growing and learning experience!

Secondly, congratulations on finding Faery Witchcraft! It can be so rewarding working with such lovely beings, of course they do have a BIT of a reputation of being a little persnickety about things which can make them daunting to work with. BUT they’re actually some of the most powerful and lovely beings I’ve ever come in contact with and have had the chance to work with!

One of the VERY first things I would recommend is to learn and become comfortable with nature energy, since Fae are beings made up of nature energy it is important to be confident and comfortable in its presence, nature energy, much like a river can go from calm to rapid and overwhelming very quickly, because it is all around us in such large quantities these beings draw from that and you can feel it when this happens. Try welcoming house plants into your space, if you can’t have plants inside. Try going outside to your garden and simply talking with the plants, talk to the trees like they are people and allow your energy to travel through its stems and leaves and roots into the earth. Send out love and positive words to these beings. Say things like “you’re so beautiful and green and I can’t wait to see you flower/fruit” compliment the hard work nature energy does. Recognize the influence nature energy has in your world and mind. Like a seedling you will need to nurture and water and care for it until the relationship blooms, and the base of any relationship is solid communication and understanding of eachothers boundaries.🥰

Also I will just note that while the fae can be seen as dangerous, I feel this goes with every energetic being. Much Like people, not all fae are ones we would choose to spend our time with. This doesn’t make them evil or bad. Simply ones we would not work with at that time and that’s okay! I will also say, don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Most people get so caught up in it they don’t ever try, the Fae will guide you, much like any relationship you will learn what the other likes and appreciates over time, and with patience and hard work it can be one of the most rewarding partnerships ever!

I do hope this helped point you in the right direction. Of course PLEASE don’t ever hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns 🥺✨ best of luck on your journey!

[ectonurites]

Smh all these peeps judging Tim’s boyfriend skills and whatever else and getting so weird about him…. I don’t know how to tell all of you this but Tim Drake is not real! I know! I know, it’s hard to believe, but trust me it is in fact true, I hate to break this to you guys like this but Tim Drake is a fictional character, he is lines and speech bubbles on a piece of paper drawn by the hand of a real person who is not Tim Drake and written by a different person who is also not Tim Drake, and in fact more than those two people, he has been drawn and written by many many different people and none of them were Tim Drake because Tim Drake is not real, I know I know I’m sorry, but you needed to know. Everything he does and says is because a real person, who, once again, is not Tim Drake, wrote him to do it. I know this must be hard for you to hear, I’M SORRY, but you need to accept it and come to terms with it and I believe you can do it, I have faith in you and I will be there for you every step of the way except not really because I am a random person on the internet who does not know you personally and incidentally I am also not Tim Drake because, say it with me now, Tim Drake is not a real person and therefore we cannot hold him accountable for his alleged fictional actions, judge him by real world standards or examine his character as a completely coherent narrative given the nature of comic books being a long running medium which results in multiple writers, multiple interpretations and various inconsistencies due to these things. Sam is also not Tim Drake and she is definitely not his parent, lawyer or spokesperson, because, you know the drill, Tim 👏 Drake 👏 is 👏 not 👏 real 👏 Bless you all and happy Hanukkah 💕

FOR REAL THO… also thank u for that bit about me not being him or anything like that, because it honestly does feel like some anons treat me as some sort of Tim Drake ambassador when… its not even like I work for DC in some capacity and could effect how he, the fictional character, is portrayed. I have no influence or power here I just think he’s a neat lil guy in his stories.

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Ooh interesting, I love to read long answers. I'm going to guess from the Dennys reference you're not from Europe so I think it has something to do with culture as well. I'm from the UK and drank for the first time at a house party when I was 15, very nearly 16. There were a fair amount of house parties but not nearly as many as Skam and even the popular crowd only starting really sleeping around when they were 16/17 and we know HS is based on teens two years younger than that (1/2)

Oh heyyyy anon! This has come up a few times now. Yeah, I was in the US for high school, but I’ve also lived in Europe. But you’re right about cultural differences, and it’s one of the things I love most about skam and its remakes. They each reflect the culture that created them. It’s for them. The changes, the personalities, the little details (that we missed bc we don’t know and that others appreciated bc they do, and then they share them with us). It’s fun to see how they own the story. That’s so cool that you’ve been able to spend time in Norway and see that! SkamIt makes me nostalgic bc there are so many details that remind me of living there. The caffè machine my beloved. Ironically I’ve never watched Skam Austin. 

And I do love how there’s room for both kinds of stories, honestly all kinds of stories about growing up and figuring out who you are and who you want to be. Not everyone follows the same path, and not everyone has the same opportunities, the same situation, the same influences. We need variety in media. As much as I bemoan the lack of diverse, or any, lgbtq+ media in my youth, the fact that it exists now and exists in such variety is exciting, utterly freaking thrilling, and it’s only going to get better. More and more ppl will see themselves depicted in film and books, and it can only make us feel less alone, less overlooked. How wonderful!

(I didn’t experience that soft romance in hs either...lol. It was a train wreck, but I am all about seeing beautiful stories with happy, hopeful endings about young love. I’d like to think some ppl pull it off, and those that don’t have their whole future ahead of them. There’s no rush.)

Thanks for the asks! Have a lovely day 💕💕

[rainbowgod666]

...i mean you forgot my tags but if you want yapping then whatever its almost midnight where i am.

Ok so

"Every romance book is called The Cootie Paradox" i mean. Not exactly, its usually some My Immortal tier bullshit that makes you wonder just how HARD society failed women, but also it adesso how most of these books (which i never actually READ btw 🤔) are basically just "what if twilight but with no superwholock supernatural shit and with r/womenwritingmen guys. Also none of the girls is described in a way that makes ANY eventual actor older than 17". Which just. Ew.

"Every horror movie is called Saunter" look. 90% of my posts are made under the presumption that one day pm seymour *will* be like "and what the fuck would YOU be, huh? :3". Of course every movie tries to be the new Thing/Saw/Friday the 13th/Gremlins/Tremors/Etc., because sure, art is beautiful regardless, but the monke brain wants golden statues, so why not try doing exactly what another film did? (And then you realize that not only there was no vision other than "fuck them they dont deserve to be better than me"¹, but also CINEMASINS watched that damn thing, and everyone in the comments agreed its the first time he had a correct opinion). Then the fucking FNAF movie came around and said "shut the fuck up and stick to the source material. Take some liberties if you want either a sequel or just want the movie to be Itself rather than Just Another Thing" and that was so cool.

"Every middling adult fiction book is called The Thousand Mile Road To Kelly Larson": m8 im already Autism Blasting onto you your OWN DAMN POST. last thing ya need is another post about the #society (which is so many dead memes i cant even-)

"Every influencer lead dieting brand deal is called Frümpi" dude. There are way too many posts about the "fitness regime" of society, all of them done by people that, unlike me, actually KNOW wtf they are talking about. Best i can tell you is what i KNOW (which is that excess in fiber or proteins kinda deletes your fucking intestine's internal CPU) and not what i FEEL (which i would do, but i dont want to sound like an... *audible disgust* a m e r i c a n c o n s e r v a t i v e 🤢). Also lets be honest, Frümpi is White People Code for "food that tastes good but funds the fucking idk gaza genocide? Congo genocide? The one in Sudan? Do americans think the world is a sandbox for them to kill as many people as they can? And they say videogames cause violence the fucking cunts". And also the name sounds like a granola bar you eat because a box of the things is 1.10€ and its the cheapest in the store and you go back home and you eat one of them and then you realize that damn bar is an offbrand of an offbrand of an OFFBRAND. How. The fujkck.

"Every resale app is called Bootd" the only thing i can say here is: Making Ebay 2 is idiotic, but at least the names sound somewhat funny² so there is an argument for that (also tech illiteracy is KINDA rampant so something that isnt older than me is probably easier to navigate or whatever)

"Every video essay made by someone who just picked a piece of media at random and thinks reading off the Wikipedia page for 80% of the vid is "good enough" is called The Capitalist Horror of Peppa Pig": ok. What fucking HBomberguyClone did you snort this off. Usually video essays are.done correctly. There are sources in the description nobody reads but they still put them because they care dude are you ok do you need somebody to talk to nobody gets this sort of visceral reactions unless they are particularly mad at the topic³ DO YOU NEED A HUG-

"And every place we experience all these things and more is called earth 💕": ...ok no thats actually kinda wholesome cause it implies humanity is Kinda Cringe-desu Innit Bruv and yet thats... what makes us human. Huh. Maybe i shouldnt set the bar on the ground for someone that can jump like a grasshopper.

So yeah this is all the content and the confusion i could squeeze from your post OP. In any case, my ask box is open (and so are my DMs really) and there are helpful footnotes in the post in case something needs higher clarification or is. You know. A Funny.

Also i proofread this damn thing. Something i didnt do for my ACTUAL IRL CLASS TESTS. SO.

every romance book is called the cootie paradox every horror movie is called Saunter every middling adult fiction book is called the thousand mile road to kelly larson every influencer lead dieting brand deal is called frümpi every resale app is called bootd every video essay made by someone who just picked a piece of media at random and thinks reading off the Wikipedia page for 80% of the vid is "good enough" is called The Capitalist Horror of Peppa Pig. and every place we experience all these things and more is called earth 💕

[marlaluster]

Emptying the cliptray on the new phone. ....

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lots happening in this chapter! i am so normal about this book!

tracking:  pretty words, i’m crying, love, violence/hatred, duality, les mis parallels, foreshadowing

"prevaricate" to avoid telling the truth; to be evasive

"peroration" the concluding part of a speech (i think dickens opened a dictionary to the p section and went to town)

"'If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him, once.'" if it should go ill... and as this is a work of fiction, it must go ill.

"'You are a good man and a true friend' . . . 'And I could not respect your sorrow more, if you were my father.'" :') sydney finally has a family again. his father's death, as we've seen, was the beginning of the end of sydney's life, so to have mr. lorry be his father-figure is like saying he has a new lease on life.

"'How does she look?' 'Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.' 'Ah!' It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh—almost like a sob." sydney: i shouldn't see her. it wouldn't be good for either of us. also sydney: how does she look 👀👀

"Taking note of the wasted air which clouded the naturally handsome features, and having the expression of prisoners’ faces fresh in his mind, he was strongly reminded of that expression." i am UNWELL.

"'I understand the feeling!'" i think i just made a long, grieving sound, like a sigh—almost like a sob ;-;

"'You speak like a Frenchman.' 'I am an old student here.' 'Aha, a perfect Frenchman! Good night, Englishman.'" sydney truly epitomizes the book, doesn't he?

"It was the settled manner of a tired man, who had wandered and struggled and got lost, but who at length struck into his road and saw its end." 1) great line. 2) javert's suicide also references a road to symbolize a great change in life: "Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him––he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory. One of these two straight lines excluded the other. Which of the two was the true one?" — Les Miserables, Book Four: Javert Off the Track, Chapter I:  Javert Off the Track 3) i am pretty sure roads are also mentioned in jean valjean's book equivalent of "who am i?", and valjean's conversion/change of heart/etc. takes place on a road.

"Long ago, when he had been famous among his earliest competitors as a youth of great promise, he had followed his father to the grave. . . . 'I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.'" oh man... this is the whole theme of the book. it's an undeniable motif—i am the resurrection and the life; recalled to life; resurrection man; an empty grave... you can read more of my thoughts about it here.

"He carried the child over, and before the timid arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss." sydney can't help himself but help others. in that way, he hasn't changed at all. however, he's a lot nicer about it now.

". . . watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the sea.—'Like me!' . . . As its silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors, ended in the words, “I am the resurrection and the life." a return of the motif.

"When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, so sustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pitying tenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the healthy blood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated his heart. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look, on Sydney Carton, it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly." ;-; 💕

"The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer." a fun simile.

Book the Third—The Track of a Storm

[X] Chapter IX. The Game Made

While Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry in considerable doubt and mistrust. That honest tradesman’s manner of receiving the look, did not inspire confidence; he changed the leg on which he rested, as often as if he had fifty of those limbs, and were trying them all; he examined his finger-nails with a very questionable closeness of attention; and whenever Mr. Lorry’s eye caught his, he was taken with that peculiar kind of short cough requiring the hollow of a hand before it, which is seldom, if ever, known to be an infirmity attendant on perfect openness of character.

“Jerry,” said Mr. Lorry. “Come here.”

Mr. Cruncher came forward sideways, with one of his shoulders in advance of him.

“What have you been, besides a messenger?”

After some cogitation, accompanied with an intent look at his patron, Mr. Cruncher conceived the luminous idea of replying, “Agicultooral character.”

“My mind misgives me much,” said Mr. Lorry, angrily shaking a forefinger at him, “that you have used the respectable and great house of Tellson’s as a blind, and that you have had an unlawful occupation of an infamous description. If you have, don’t expect me to befriend you when you get back to England. If you have, don’t expect me to keep your secret. Tellson’s shall not be imposed upon.”

“I hope, sir,” pleaded the abashed Mr. Cruncher, “that a gentleman like yourself wot I’ve had the honour of odd jobbing till I’m grey at it, would think twice about harming of me, even if it wos so—I don’t say it is, but even if it wos. And which it is to be took into account that if it wos, it wouldn’t, even then, be all o’ one side. There’d be two sides to it. There might be medical doctors at the present hour, a picking up their guineas where a honest tradesman don’t pick up his fardens—fardens! no, nor yet his half fardens—half fardens! no, nor yet his quarter—a banking away like smoke at Tellson’s, and a cocking their medical eyes at that tradesman on the sly, a going in and going out to their own carriages—ah! equally like smoke, if not more so. Well, that ’ud be imposing, too, on Tellson’s. For you cannot sarse the goose and not the gander. And here’s Mrs. Cruncher, or leastways wos in the Old England times, and would be to-morrow, if cause given, a floppin’ again the business to that degree as is ruinating—stark ruinating! Whereas them medical doctors’ wives don’t flop—catch ’em at it! Or, if they flop, their floppings goes in favour of more patients, and how can you rightly have one without t’other? Then, wot with undertakers, and wot with parish clerks, and wot with sextons, and wot with private watchmen (all awaricious and all in it), a man wouldn’t get much by it, even if it wos so. And wot little a man did get, would never prosper with him, Mr. Lorry. He’d never have no good of it; he’d want all along to be out of the line, if he, could see his way out, being once in—even if it wos so.”

“Ugh!” cried Mr. Lorry, rather relenting, nevertheless, “I am shocked at the sight of you.”

“Now, what I would humbly offer to you, sir,” pursued Mr. Cruncher, “even if it wos so, which I don’t say it is—”

“Don’t prevaricate,” said Mr. Lorry.

“No, I will not, sir,” returned Mr. Crunches as if nothing were further from his thoughts or practice—“which I don’t say it is—wot I would humbly offer to you, sir, would be this. Upon that there stool, at that there Bar, sets that there boy of mine, brought up and growed up to be a man, wot will errand you, message you, general-light-job you, till your heels is where your head is, if such should be your wishes. If it wos so, which I still don’t say it is (for I will not prewaricate to you, sir), let that there boy keep his father’s place, and take care of his mother; don’t blow upon that boy’s father—do not do it, sir—and let that father go into the line of the reg’lar diggin’, and make amends for what he would have undug—if it wos so—by diggin’ of ’em in with a will, and with conwictions respectin’ the futur’ keepin’ of ’em safe. That, Mr. Lorry,” said Mr. Cruncher, wiping his forehead with his arm, as an announcement that he had arrived at the peroration of his discourse, “is wot I would respectfully offer to you, sir. A man don’t see all this here a goin’ on dreadful round him, in the way of Subjects without heads, dear me, plentiful enough fur to bring the price down to porterage and hardly that, without havin’ his serious thoughts of things. And these here would be mine, if it wos so, entreatin’ of you fur to bear in mind that wot I said just now, I up and said in the good cause when I might have kep’ it back.”

“That at least is true,” said Mr. Lorry. “Say no more now. It may be that I shall yet stand your friend, if you deserve it, and repent in action—not in words. I want no more words.”

Mr. Cruncher knuckled his forehead, as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room. “Adieu, Mr. Barsad,” said the former; “our arrangement thus made, you have nothing to fear from me.”

He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry. When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done?

“Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him, once.”

Mr. Lorry’s countenance fell.

“It is all I could do,” said Carton. “To propose too much, would be to put this man’s head under the axe, and, as he himself said, nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it.”

“But access to him,” said Mr. Lorry, “if it should go ill before the Tribunal, will not save him.”

“I never said it would.”

Mr. Lorry’s eyes gradually sought the fire; his sympathy with his darling, and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest, gradually weakened them; he was an old man now, overborne with anxiety of late, and his tears fell.

“You are a good man and a true friend,” said Carton, in an altered voice. “Forgive me if I notice that you are affected. I could not see my father weep, and sit by, careless. And I could not respect your sorrow more, if you were my father. You are free from that misfortune, however.”

Though he said the last words, with a slip into his usual manner, there was a true feeling and respect both in his tone and in his touch, that Mr. Lorry, who had never seen the better side of him, was wholly unprepared for. He gave him his hand, and Carton gently pressed it.

“To return to poor Darnay,” said Carton. “Don’t tell Her of this interview, or this arrangement. It would not enable Her to go to see him. She might think it was contrived, in case of the worse, to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence.”

Mr. Lorry had not thought of that, and he looked quickly at Carton to see if it were in his mind. It seemed to be; he returned the look, and evidently understood it.

“She might think a thousand things,” Carton said, “and any of them would only add to her trouble. Don’t speak of me to her. As I said to you when I first came, I had better not see her. I can put my hand out, to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do, without that. You are going to her, I hope? She must be very desolate to-night.”

“I am going now, directly.”

“I am glad of that. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you. How does she look?”

“Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.”

“Ah!”

It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh—almost like a sob. It attracted Mr. Lorry’s eyes to Carton’s face, which was turned to the fire. A light, or a shade (the old gentleman could not have said which), passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill-side on a wild bright day, and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs, which was tumbling forward. He wore the white riding-coat and top-boots, then in vogue, and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made him look very pale, with his long brown hair, all untrimmed, hanging loose about him. His indifference to fire was sufficiently remarkable to elicit a word of remonstrance from Mr. Lorry; his boot was still upon the hot embers of the flaming log, when it had broken under the weight of his foot.

“I forgot it,” he said.

Mr. Lorry’s eyes were again attracted to his face. Taking note of the wasted air which clouded the naturally handsome features, and having the expression of prisoners’ faces fresh in his mind, he was strongly reminded of that expression.

“And your duties here have drawn to an end, sir?” said Carton, turning to him.

“Yes. As I was telling you last night when Lucie came in so unexpectedly, I have at length done all that I can do here. I hoped to have left them in perfect safety, and then to have quitted Paris. I have my Leave to Pass. I was ready to go.”

They were both silent.

“Yours is a long life to look back upon, sir?” said Carton, wistfully.

“I am in my seventy-eighth year.”

“You have been useful all your life; steadily and constantly occupied; trusted, respected, and looked up to?”

“I have been a man of business, ever since I have been a man. Indeed, I may say that I was a man of business when a boy.”

“See what a place you fill at seventy-eight. How many people will miss you when you leave it empty!”

“A solitary old bachelor,” answered Mr. Lorry, shaking his head. “There is nobody to weep for me.”

“How can you say that? Wouldn’t She weep for you? Wouldn’t her child?”

“Yes, yes, thank God. I didn’t quite mean what I said.”

“It is a thing to thank God for; is it not?”

“Surely, surely.”

“If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?”

“You say truly, Mr. Carton; I think they would be.”

Sydney turned his eyes again upon the fire, and, after a silence of a few moments, said:

“I should like to ask you:—Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother’s knee, seem days of very long ago?”

Responding to his softened manner, Mr. Lorry answered:

“Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep, of my pretty young mother (and I so old!), and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me, and my faults were not confirmed in me.”

“I understand the feeling!” exclaimed Carton, with a bright flush. “And you are the better for it?”

“I hope so.”

Carton terminated the conversation here, by rising to help him on with his outer coat; “But you,” said Mr. Lorry, reverting to the theme, “you are young.”

“Yes,” said Carton. “I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age. Enough of me.”

“And of me, I am sure,” said Mr. Lorry. “Are you going out?”

“I’ll walk with you to her gate. You know my vagabond and restless habits. If I should prowl about the streets a long time, don’t be uneasy; I shall reappear in the morning. You go to the Court to-morrow?”

“Yes, unhappily.”

“I shall be there, but only as one of the crowd. My Spy will find a place for me. Take my arm, sir.”

Mr. Lorry did so, and they went down-stairs and out in the streets. A few minutes brought them to Mr. Lorry’s destination. Carton left him there; but lingered at a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. “She came out here,” he said, looking about him, “turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her steps.”

It was ten o’clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force, where she had stood hundreds of times. A little wood-sawyer, having closed his shop, was smoking his pipe at his shop-door.

“Good night, citizen,” said Sydney Carton, pausing in going by; for, the man eyed him inquisitively.

“Good night, citizen.”

“How goes the Republic?”

“You mean the Guillotine. Not ill. Sixty-three to-day. We shall mount to a hundred soon. Samson and his men complain sometimes, of being exhausted. Ha, ha, ha! He is so droll, that Samson. Such a Barber!”

“Do you often go to see him—”

“Shave? Always. Every day. What a barber! You have seen him at work?”

“Never.”

“Go and see him when he has a good batch. Figure this to yourself, citizen; he shaved the sixty-three to-day, in less than two pipes! Less than two pipes. Word of honour!”

As the grinning little man held out the pipe he was smoking, to explain how he timed the executioner, Carton was so sensible of a rising desire to strike the life out of him, that he turned away.

“But you are not English,” said the wood-sawyer, “though you wear English dress?”

“Yes,” said Carton, pausing again, and answering over his shoulder.

“You speak like a Frenchman.”

“I am an old student here.”

“Aha, a perfect Frenchman! Good night, Englishman.”

“Good night, citizen.”

“But go and see that droll dog,” the little man persisted, calling after him. “And take a pipe with you!”

Sydney had not gone far out of sight, when he stopped in the middle of the street under a glimmering lamp, and wrote with his pencil on a scrap of paper. Then, traversing with the decided step of one who remembered the way well, several dark and dirty streets—much dirtier than usual, for the best public thoroughfares remained uncleansed in those times of terror—he stopped at a chemist’s shop, which the owner was closing with his own hands. A small, dim, crooked shop, kept in a tortuous, up-hill thoroughfare, by a small, dim, crooked man.

Giving this citizen, too, good night, as he confronted him at his counter, he laid the scrap of paper before him. “Whew!” the chemist whistled softly, as he read it. “Hi! hi! hi!”

Sydney Carton took no heed, and the chemist said:

“For you, citizen?”

“For me.”

“You will be careful to keep them separate, citizen? You know the consequences of mixing them?”

“Perfectly.”

Certain small packets were made and given to him. He put them, one by one, in the breast of his inner coat, counted out the money for them, and deliberately left the shop. “There is nothing more to do,” said he, glancing upward at the moon, “until to-morrow. I can’t sleep.”

It was not a reckless manner, the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast-sailing clouds, nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance. It was the settled manner of a tired man, who had wandered and struggled and got lost, but who at length struck into his road and saw its end.

Long ago, when he had been famous among his earliest competitors as a youth of great promise, he had followed his father to the grave. His mother had died, years before. These solemn words, which had been read at his father’s grave, arose in his mind as he went down the dark streets, among the heavy shadows, with the moon and the clouds sailing on high above him. “I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.”

In a city dominated by the axe, alone at night, with natural sorrow rising in him for the sixty-three who had been that day put to death, and for to-morrow’s victims then awaiting their doom in the prisons, and still of to-morrow’s and to-morrow’s, the chain of association that brought the words home, like a rusty old ship’s anchor from the deep, might have been easily found. He did not seek it, but repeated them and went on.

With a solemn interest in the lighted windows where the people were going to rest, forgetful through a few calm hours of the horrors surrounding them; in the towers of the churches, where no prayers were said, for the popular revulsion had even travelled that length of self-destruction from years of priestly impostors, plunderers, and profligates; in the distant burial-places, reserved, as they wrote upon the gates, for Eternal Sleep; in the abounding gaols; and in the streets along which the sixties rolled to a death which had become so common and material, that no sorrowful story of a haunting Spirit ever arose among the people out of all the working of the Guillotine; with a solemn interest in the whole life and death of the city settling down to its short nightly pause in fury; Sydney Carton crossed the Seine again for the lighter streets.

Few coaches were abroad, for riders in coaches were liable to be suspected, and gentility hid its head in red nightcaps, and put on heavy shoes, and trudged. But, the theatres were all well filled, and the people poured cheerfully out as he passed, and went chatting home. At one of the theatre doors, there was a little girl with a mother, looking for a way across the street through the mud. He carried the child over, and before the timid arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss.

“I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.”

Now, that the streets were quiet, and the night wore on, the words were in the echoes of his feet, and were in the air. Perfectly calm and steady, he sometimes repeated them to himself as he walked; but, he heard them always.

The night wore out, and, as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris, where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon, the day came coldly, looking like a dead face out of the sky. Then, the night, with the moon and the stars, turned pale and died, and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death’s dominion.

But, the glorious sun, rising, seemed to strike those words, that burden of the night, straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays. And looking along them, with reverently shaded eyes, a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun, while the river sparkled under it.

The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a congenial friend, in the morning stillness. He walked by the stream, far from the houses, and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank. When he awoke and was afoot again, he lingered there yet a little longer, watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the sea.—“Like me.”

A trading-boat, with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf, then glided into his view, floated by him, and died away. As its silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors, ended in the words, “I am the resurrection and the life.”

Mr. Lorry was already out when he got back, and it was easy to surmise where the good old man was gone. Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee, ate some bread, and, having washed and changed to refresh himself, went out to the place of trial.

The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep—whom many fell away from in dread—pressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor Manette was there. She was there, sitting beside her father.

When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, so sustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pitying tenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the healthy blood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated his heart. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look, on Sydney Carton, it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly.

Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order of procedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing. There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws, forms, and ceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused, that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds.

Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before, and to-morrow and the day after. Eager and prominent among them, one man with a craving face, and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips, whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. A life-thirsting, cannibal-looking, bloody-minded juryman, the Jacques Three of St. Antoine. The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer.

Every eye then turned to the five judges and the public prosecutor. No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. A fell, uncompromising, murderous business-meaning there. Every eye then sought some other eye in the crowd, and gleamed at it approvingly; and heads nodded at one another, before bending forward with a strained attention.

Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay. Released yesterday. Reaccused and retaken yesterday. Indictment delivered to him last night. Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.

To this effect, in as few or fewer words, the Public Prosecutor.

The President asked, was the Accused openly denounced or secretly?

“Openly, President.”

“By whom?”

“Three voices. Ernest Defarge, wine-vendor of St. Antoine.”

“Good.”

“Thérèse Defarge, his wife.”

“Good.”

“Alexandre Manette, physician.”

A great uproar took place in the court, and in the midst of it, Doctor Manette was seen, pale and trembling, standing where he had been seated.

“President, I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a fraud. You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter. My daughter, and those dear to her, are far dearer to me than my life. Who and where is the false conspirator who says that I denounce the husband of my child!”

“Citizen Manette, be tranquil. To fail in submission to the authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law. As to what is dearer to you than life, nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic.”

Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke. The President rang his bell, and with warmth resumed.

“If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!”

Frantic acclamations were again raised. Doctor Manette sat down, with his eyes looking around, and his lips trembling; his daughter drew closer to him. The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together, and restored the usual hand to his mouth.

Defarge was produced, when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard, and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment, and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s service, and of the release, and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him. This short examination followed, for the court was quick with its work.

“You did good service at the taking of the Bastille, citizen?”

“I believe so.”

Here, an excited woman screeched from the crowd: “You were one of the best patriots there. Why not say so? You were a cannonier that day there, and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress when it fell. Patriots, I speak the truth!”

It was The Vengeance who, amidst the warm commendations of the audience, thus assisted the proceedings. The President rang his bell; but, The Vengeance, warming with encouragement, shrieked, “I defy that bell!” wherein she was likewise much commended.

“Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille, citizen.”

“I knew,” said Defarge, looking down at his wife, who stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised, looking steadily up at him; “I knew that this prisoner, of whom I speak, had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five, North Tower. I knew it from himself. He knew himself by no other name than One Hundred and Five, North Tower, when he made shoes under my care. As I serve my gun that day, I resolve, when the place shall fall, to examine that cell. It falls. I mount to the cell, with a fellow-citizen who is one of the Jury, directed by a gaoler. I examine it, very closely. In a hole in the chimney, where a stone has been worked out and replaced, I find a written paper. This is that written paper. I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette. This is the writing of Doctor Manette. I confide this paper, in the writing of Doctor Manette, to the hands of the President.”

“Let it be read.”

In a dead silence and stillness—the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife, his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father, Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader, Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner, Defarge never taking his from his feasting wife, and all the other eyes there intent upon the Doctor, who saw none of them—the paper was read, as follows.

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1. Libra sun, Pisces moon, Taurus rising

2. Libra mercury, Libra venus, Leo mars

3. 6th house stellium, pluto in 7th, neptune+uranus conjunct the mc, moon + jupiter intercepted, saturn in 12th, my ruling planet (venus) aspects sun, moon, the MC, neptune, uranus, and pluto (the tightest aspect)

4. My 6th house/Libra stellium

5. Capricorn MC. It's in the 29th degree and is tainted by the uranus-neptune conjunction, so it makes sense why I feel its influence less

6. A pisces moon, my favorite moon sign🤙

7. Mars square Pluto. I'd prefer if I wasn't a ticking time bomb lol. Also, Saturn square MC. That's really unhelpful.

8. Libra, Venus, Air

9. Aries, Mars, Fire

10. Hard to tell when we really started and fully ended things, it was blurred. Between 2-4 months. Wasn't in a long-term relationship yet.

11. Aries sun/mercury/mars, Pisces moon, Aquarius venus, Virgo rising, 8th house dominant

12. It stops at 10??? 10/10 would cry sometimes soon.

13. My emotional pains are felt more in my abdomen, but yes, I've had the heartbreak pangs in my chest before.

14. My favorite book genres is young adult fiction & romance. My favorite movie genre is psychological thriller.

15. I don't have a favorite music genre, I listen to most😊My favorite artists/bands are: Lana Del Rey, Marina and the Diamonds, Panic! At the Disco, The Neighbourhood, Sia, Fall Out Boy.

16. Painting, writing, singing, felting, video editing, overanalyzing everything

17. It depends on the member of my family. 1 for my brother, 4-6 for my dad, 7-10 for my sisters and mother.

18. Leo sun/moon/venus, Cancer mercury/mars, Taurus rising, 4th house dominant is my best friend. Virgo sun/moon/mercury/venus, Libra rising/mars is my soulsister (and my actual sister lol)

19. Female, bisexual heteroromantic🙃

20. I'm a fucking 10

21. Sagittarius. Always bring a good spirit, always try to uplift others and create a positive environment, fundamentally good-hearted and fun people. We share a very similar sense of humor and conversation never runs stale.

22. I don't have a least favorite, bc I've either had equally good and bad experiences with signs, or very neutral experiences. But the signs that some of my least favorite people (to my knowledge) belong to are: Scorpio, Taurus and Capricorn.

23. Dark brown hair and eyes, pale olive skin, long wavy hair, long nose, diamond face shape, thick soft-arch eyebrows, 5'2, petite but curvy, b/w an hourglass-pear figure.

24. Taurus AC, Gemini in 2nd, Cancer in 3rd, Cancer IC, Leo in 5th (virgo intercepted), Libra in 6th, Scorpio in 7th, Sagittarius in 8th, Capricorn in 9th, Capricorn MC, Aquarius in 11th (pisces intercepted), Aries in 12th.

25. I have 4 retrograde planets (yikes). Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune!

26. Like a 4 lmao. I know how to get along with people, and I can be extremely nice and friendly, and I'm excellent at keeping conversation going..but I usually don't talk to anyone unless they're talking to me or I already know them. This shocks people who already know me.

27. INFJ 💕

28. Blue 💙

29. SLOWWWWW

30. Find!

31. Coffee (my real preference is hot cocoa)

32. Both TV genres are absolute trash most of the time. If I'm in the mood to chill and kill some brain cells, I'd rather go big and do it with reality

33. Cinnamon!!!

REBLOG-AND-ANSWER ASTROLOGY QUESTIONS

Your Sun-Moon-Rising?

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Any other of your placements/aspects that you find interesting?

Which placement of your natal chart do you refer to the most?

Which placement do you think doesn’t describe you at all?

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Your Dominant Sign-Planet-Element?

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How long did your longest relationship last? (*)

Name your longest partner’s placements!

From 1-10, how emotional are you?

Have you even felt the pain of a heartbreak in your chest? (*)

What’s your favourite movie/book genre? (multiple answers possible)

What’s your favourite music genre/your favourite band/musician?  (multiple answers possible)

Your hobby?  (multiple answers possible)

From 1-10, how close are you to your family? (*)

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Your gender & sexuality? (*)

From 1-10 how strong is your libido? (*)

Your favourite sun sign? Tell me about the good experience with them.

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List all of your houses and which signs they are in!

Do you have any planets in retrograde?

From 1-10 how social are you? (means: do you easily get into contact with strangers?)

Your personality type? (E/I-S/N-T/F-J/P)

Red or blue?

Fast or slow?

Find or lose?

Coffee or tea?

Reality or drama?

Mint or cinnamon?

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