#i love adding light everywhere it makes each parallel even more beautiful and it's so satisfying to watch lol

[pamouche]

sobbe parallels + black & white

[supercorp-hosie]

My thoughts for Legacies 316: (here we go again😂)

(I’m combining after thoughts with live thoughts)

1) The soundtracks for this episode are amazing, they fit very well even for Finsie that I heard that a lot of people were complaining on Reddit.

2) I finally get my team Sowanby! I just feel so much from them! They kind of make a great team, but please, do not go on another heist again. You both sucks at that! The holes are, the museum don’t have a fucking alarm for Leonardo DaVinci’s work? Are you kidding me? And Landon beating the shit out of the guard but not putting him out first is so dumb. The worst is Cleo calling Landon’s name so loud, I can’t😂😂😂😂😂😂 you don’t want people to be on your back when you have the Malivore threat going on guys! And ha! You guys are on the headline! That’s why I really feel like these supernaturals are so outdated and solidified from modern technology, even in 2030! Are you going to tell me everything technology will still be the same like now?? Come on, there’ll be cameras watching everywhere. Like they can see Cleo using magic! I need my Trimini (or bridge) coven and Hope starting to integrate the supernatural world with the modern world. About Trimini and Hope future career, click here.

3) the line about “many who shaped it are never acknowledged” I stand! After that, about the key card my random thoughts were about Landon being the one that stole the key card😂 just out of the blue and I’m proven wrong though.

4) Landon bonding with Cleo!!!! They thought the same way, and “I can promise that anyone that have to get to you, they have to get to me” is so strong! But the scene after, is the moment I started really doubting Landon, the look is too alarming. But there are still Sowanby scenes😭😭😭 and the melted heart mud... I mean I genuinely believed that the spell didn’t work because Landon is also mud himself. But in hindsight it is horrific, like the serial killer is just standing next to you but and the signs are right in front of you.

5) Malivore mud being artistically friendly! I can’t haha! Oh and when Holarke walked on Sowanby inspiring moment🤣🤣🤣I can’t, they act like both of them are cheating on one another it’s hilarious. Thank you for acknowledging each other Holarke and Sowanby🤣. By now, I should have known that’s MaliLandon. It’s humiliating because Holarke and Sowanby got me so happy that I didn’t see the clues lmao! Because there’s this line: “Following the footstep of the Renaissance greatest man? ” but this thing, Cleo only did it with Leonardo, with whom she slept with......

6) And damn, after that, I felt like a FOOL, CLOWN, WHATEVER after that! All I have for team Sowanby is fake 🙃🙃🙃🤡🤡🤡 Anyway we still have to admit that the promise still stand true right, cuz it’s literal.🤣🤣🤣 MaliLandon fulfills his promise by eating Cleo. TYPICAL.

7) Holarke! Clarke is still handsome as ever😍. We can see his presence is clearly affecting Josie and making Hope giving him information. Can we talk about how cute is he sleeping soundly here?

8) Lizzie being the only unaffected queen here. AND IT’S FINALLY LIZZIE’S TURN FOR “AD SONNUM” I can totally see her pleasantness in doing that to somebody after being on the receiving end🤣🤣🤣 Josie and Hope had done it before so now we actually see her doing it. I somehow feel completed.

9) The look Hope and Josie shared. Hosie!

10) Josie is going to be the death of me! I like her look. And how the camera moving upward gosh! And I’m totally digressing here, what is a razzleberry? And what is a slush? I have no idea what they are, I just feel like tasting what she tasting now. Lizzie’s line, crashing and splashing😂 Am I colour blind? Cuz I really can’t tell whether Hope is wearing dark blue or dark green 😅 if it’s green, then the traffic lights colour are back again lol. If blue, then Hosie matching clothes! Did Finsie ever have matching colours? I’m just wondering.

11) Hosie scene! They talked about how seeing Clarke traumatised Josie~~ damn and Josie says traumatised is her permanent resting state. I mean even on her birthday she was buried alive lmao. And Hope wants to help Josie stop the traumas by sacrificing herself to defeat Malivore, like by literally dying. Which she didn’t want because she didn’t want to live forever.

12) Holarke scene again! I love all those banters and their dynamics😂😂 how Hope is the only one that trusts Clarke now. The mimic spell! It’s their thing😍😍. Oh it totally surprised me that Clarke isn’t mud man anymore. I’m really happy for him, because he finally break himself out of the abuse! It seems like triad is totally gone?? But I still kind of think that there may be something more? And Clarke’s reaction to Hope opening the artefact! 🤣🤣🤣 and the way that Clarke sensed the familiarity with Cleo! Yea boy, she’s the inspiration to the creation of you.

13) Clarke keeps calling Hope and Landon kids🤣 how’s the feeling of getting kid!Hope kicking your ass and saving you😂😂😂 oh she’s totally your equal. Frenemies at best! YES! I love Holarke bonding. And the fact that Clarke being Hope inspiration to believe in friendship and her family now can help her to defeat Malivore, I Stan! Don’t lose sight of the corner! Josie! Lizzie! Clarke! Yes you have them! I’m glad that Clarke didn’t die, I’ll be so mad because the writer would be bringing him back for nothing. Oh the incendia is painful, affecting me more than the fake looking MaliLandon eating Cleo. The height difference again🤣 with Holarke this time.

14) I love Maleb clothes, not really shipping them just short form for their bromance😂 but I do enjoy if there suggests shipping cuz it’s fun! Love that them being supportive of each other, superheroing, and the hero name🤣🤣they’re clueless too. Poor Kaleb and Cleo. I really need his backstory 😫

15) about hero names, I’m still having playback of “blursome and essential” in my mind. MG is looking at the mask longer than Kaleb, I feel like he’s missing Ethan, like a lot. Another thing is, since we see the effect of someone else being compelled so clearly, but we never seen Ethan’s compelling effects. Or it’s a budget matter? They must be kidding right? So maybe Ethan is really faking it? So that leads us to Lethan....

16) if my suspicion is true, then damn, Ethan is using Lizzie to get into SBS? I’m worried for Lizzie’s wellbeing. Also the look on Josie when Ethan drives near tight after she said like some eligible will fall out of the sky🤣🤣🤣 the timing is impeccable lmao. For real, Lizzie wanting Ethan to be Hope’s rebound after her kiss with him in the trio imagination, is ....so the trio is now sharing guys now? Jandon is still there in the history! It’ll be like a very messing love multi-triangle😌😌😌

17) the way Lizzie talked about how Hope is perfect the whole way and judging by the day when they arrived at SBS? That’s very long! Lmao, Lizzie are you sure you’re not in love with Hope? Hizzie rights! (I don’t even know when I started to ship Hizzie, it’s a mystery🤣) I think I can only talk like that about my love. Why don’t you make you and your sister Hope’s rebound? I’ll be happy with what I get🤣

18) The decision to bring Ethan on a tour, is so bad. What if ethan ended up enrolling SBS and Alaric can’t deny the application? Did she ever think of that?? And Josie and Mg is going to face the consequences in the near future🤣 dreadful! From there I already felt the cliche sweetness that when you’re trying to be a wingwoman and ended up “selling” yourself out🤣🤣 fuck CW for cutting the scenes of Lizzie’s epic facial expression when she was slapped with her own words😂😂😂anyway, it’s no way she can refuse the ask out after 315 where Lizzie still thinks that she can’t be the chosen one when Hope is there, but someone actually chooses her even after all the Hope is perfect speech. As much as I mourn for Methan and Mizzie, I’m happy that she got someone to tell her that. But I think they’re destined to backfire😅

19) so does the Mizzie “will they won’t they?” officially end here? I’m confused. Btw it’s really a way to mention Sebastian’s death being relocated permanently 🤣 oh wait...she knew that that prison world is destroyed forever right????? Someone save me.

20) okay I have to go back before Ethan picked the twins up: while Lizzie is actually worrying about themselves being stranded, Josie is just more concerned about Hope? Hosie! Poor Josie, she never sees that she is Hope soft spot and can totally make Hope happy too. Look at your dumb joke at 103, Hope’s laugh is magnificent too. It’s because of you. And yes I’m with Josie, I just ship Hope with herself and her axe right now, don’t put her with anyone for at least 5 more episode please.

21) The one that doesn’t dissolve into goo! Now is Clarke! And the both of you my dear twins. Btw, the dna thing, where Clarke confirms that dna is still toxic... so it applies to Landon too right? And it’s now just more overwhelmingly apparent that handon sex is without protection. Yea so much for epic love. And this is about the possibility where (hopefully) it’s not MaliLandon when the sex scene happened.

22) Finsie time! I got to say, it’s really improving. Their scene is beautiful, finally. That feeling that they’re nice together is now going on continuous for me. I’m happy for them! They are now stepping up on Hosie, not derogatory, I’m just seeing some parallels from hosie here. The disclose of Ethan broken arm, where Hosie has done, before that there’s Clarke’s traumatising Josie thing with Hosie. Next, the focus on the hand holding, I’m thinking of 207 and others. The “me being here with you”, with hosie 308 “then I’ll be here with you”. The whole thing is very comforting for Josie. The hug is good too. We can see that they finally have some nice scene and the bgm is good for them.

23) I have no idea what is magical agronomy, so I look it up. Again, that shows how Josie love plants, like someone in Reddit said they observed that Josie’s side of room has several plants. And in 307, the herbs, that she remembers. I think it can help a lot if Hope is starting a magical technology company. Josie’s interest in that can come in handy. They’ll make a great team. About TRIMINI INDUSTRIES tap here.

24) we are still missing Jed here. Justice for Jed. We need Jed real first name. Did anyone notice when the super squad faces MaliLandon there’s no werewolf present? They’re really downplaying that huh? But maybe I can be satisfied that they are not making Finch being there but not Jed.

25) We need to address this thing about Handon. It’s like one and a half time that Hope couldn’t recognise that Landon is not Landon right? We still have to give credits to her memories shared with Cleo actually make Cleo kind of recognise the difference? So half a time. I agree with Josie’s words that Landon makes Hope happy. I mean, yes, most of the time they failed in working but there’s still sweet scenes between them. So that’s actually what makes Handon tolerable. They are what makes me only do facepalm rather than skipping them. So yes of course Hope has happy moments with Landon. Just that it doesn’t mean that they’re good together.

26) it’s always Landon’s bros that first find out Landon wasn’t Landon😂 this time is Clarke. It’s Clarke that tell Hope, “Landon will never leave you”. That’s the inconsistency of the writers, not counting MaliLandon’s time, it’s still two times. And there’s time that some will argue that Landon’s feet literally walk away from Hope. So...that’s not true, do not stuff that in our throat anymore. “I always thought you two are destined to be together” is this the writer way of saying they’re not doing Handon anymore or otherwise? Cuz “thought” is past tense and “are” is present tense. I’m tired. It’s normal that Hope still wants Landon to be happy and still love him. But after the breakup, when she still doesn’t know that it’s MaliLandon, the “still dying to get Landon again” is obsession. Girl, it’s derogatory to your self-esteem. “If a mud man like me can beat his fate, maybe you kids can too” yea that’s Handon going on.

27) we shouldn’t need to be told that Handon is epic love multiple times. We should be able to feel them, see them ourselves. Why did I start approving Finsie now, because instead of them being only all talking and no showing, now we see them working well (until now). I have been widely accepting to any other legacies ships and why I never ship Handon? So really these multiple telling us that how good is Landon to Hope, is not working. I’ve never been so frustrated.

28) Let’s appreciate the Handon parallel with 101. It’s interesting that how Landon is inside the cage and Hope is outside the cage again. The meaning of the cage has deep meaning here. Handon first kiss is in the cage, that kind of mean that their love is trapped there. Like how their relationship being so troublesome and bound by these fateful encounters. The lights are quite similar, handon always has this blue lighting for them, which sometimes it’s kind of weird. The first time it is Hope decorating the ceiling with stars for Landon. It’s sweet, but also implying that what Handon has is the false beauty of them and not keeping the cage symbolism in mind. In other way of interpreting it, this is the writer foreshadowing their endgame. Cuz they’re trapped there, no way in no way out.

29) I think I’m not the only one bothered by the mostly lack of real Landon appearance in s3. As we can see how MaliLandon words sits so right about, Landon not belonging to SBS if it weren’t Hope. Then he leaves with Cleo, that’s a thing for Sowanby too, they still don’t have roots with the school, and it’s a great bonding between them, friendship or not. It’s the bond between them that matter. In 314 315, we always see that the students were totally fine without Landon. Like the three trios paralleling? It’s sad that Landon is like bouncing here and there in SBS but never really belong. And now the writers kind of ripped his personal development. So now he has neither his pheonix powers nor fighting skills, great? And even Hope’s growth too. We are seeing her moving to a good direction and the writers have to drag her back in the hell hole. Hope needs to not always looking at Landon for her happiness, it’s not good for the both of them. Like MG said, be your own person.

30) THEORIES regarding Landon: a) It’s MaliLandon all the way? I hope not, it’s reminding me of Lost Girl that one of the characters slept with the father personating the person she loves, and got pregnant. Tell you what was more alarming? When the episode ended, I was recommended to move on to Lost Girl on CW seed. It’s disgusting! Why do you want to help make me hate Handon? I don’t even hate them initially! I’m like struggling to be logical and lean on the positive side here. Why I can’t move on from this possibility: first, I’ve always headcannon that Malivore has partial control over Landon. Like how Landon actually wasn’t lying in 102 103? That’s Malivore. And Handon, as genius as always, doesn’t talk about it. Second, the way that Landon dissolved, he was human back then, but he turns into goo? how does it even work? If he is human, toxic to dna will make him die, not become goo, right? Even if that wasn’t a problem, it can also be MaliLandon trying his luck. Third, Malivore purpose is to make the perfect legacy, he will totally give it a try to make tribrid-Malivore babies. Fourth, during the inspiration from Cleo, MaliLandon has Landon’s memories, enhancing the theories that Malivore has partial control over Landon, so even if it wasn’t MaliLandon, it’s still partial-MaliLandon. Fifth, after the inspiration, MaliLandon said that he doesn’t need Hope to tackle his problem or for his purposes, which means he initially wanted Hope, thinking getting to Hope can help with his purposes. It’s really not a far-fetched.

31) THEORIES regarding Landon: b) it’s real Landon during sex, but Malivore got him in the prison world. While having Landon’s personal growth ripped and Handon still dragging out are not pleasant at all, this is still a more pleasant theory for me. At least Landon did start fighting for himself after sometime, and while the sex is still partial-MaliLandon, at least it’s not MaliLandon. (I’m always using at least for Handon 🙃) maybe we can still have Landon fighting skills? Cuz I was happy for him about this though. But I just don’t think so. The evidence for this theory is, my feeling about Landon in 306 is that it kind of fits Landon personality, but he did start his violence there. Another thing is the letter. There’s care in “to whom it may concern”. However, that can be just me being simp. And there’s also possibilities that the partial control from Malivore is cultivating Landon’s behaviour starting there and slowly taking control. Because making a deal with the devil always has its consequences. It’s either that or Landon was taken after the letter.

32) regarding the picture above, i just want to point out about another interesting point about the structure of the scene, if you scroll back and see sowanby picture with the door and another bonding talk, you can se that there’s always pillar and frames that’s framing or trapping them together. Like Handon. I mean that’s totally MaliLandon, so this pointing out is not mean to be romantic. It’s just a thought about how devastating that Cleo is stuck in something her whole life, especially the picture structure that implies that she’s stuck with MaliLandon again.

33) overall I’m thinking this is a good and disgusting episode. With all the unexpected twist, it’s really good, there’s actually layers in showing us that Landon is not Landon every time. Then those bonding. The soundtrack, the scenes. Disgusting, is about the theory, and how we are all tangled back to Handon again after we finally have some fresh air. Not to mention the always surprisingly convenient that Landon always has an excuse when we see Landon did something bad to Hope. Like he can never be making big mistake while only having little questionable doings that can’t possible tarnish him being the perfect person in the show. The first time he lies, Malivore controlled him. During the pageant competition, he is justified to walk away when he totally chose the wrong timing to ask that question, leaving Hope alone breaking in front of such important event. 207, monsters are coming for him, he’s protecting people by leaving. Musical episode, he needs to cross boundaries because it’s bound to be, without further reasoning it with Hope, when Hope specifically was very respectful of him in 111 about his songs. And now, this. That’s not him, we can’t blame him. He will never be blame for something big because the writers is biased. Very biased in making that Landon is better than anyone else in the show, so he’s the perfect guy for Hope. Like no one can compare with him. He’s almost perfect. Perfect than Hope.

34) Reflect on what Hope did in 308, MG is kind of right, she shouldn’t have touched it without fully prepared. Because it totally let Malivore running out free instead of him being an originally contained problem. It’s for the good view in whole. Heroes make hard decisions. There’s still the hair thing cut from Hope and Golem!Landon.

These pictures is my work, while it’s easy to get it yourself, and not that I’m professional in doing this. But I still did screenshot them one by one and did some editing. So please like or label the sources when you save or use it. ♥️

[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found Pt. 6

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author’s Note: Hi guysssss! I hope you all are doing well! Due to life getting in the way, it took me forever to update. I love you guys so much!!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Please leave a comment for ya girl! 

You laid in bed comfortably letting your curls freely rest messily on the silk mustard yellow pillow beneath you. You subconsciously hummed the music that played softly in your bedroom as you closed your eyes briefly to only rest them for a mere moment. Absentmindedly, you placed both hands on your stomach letting your thumbs twiddle around each other creating an eternal dance. You were treading your thoughts like still water utterly and gracefully failing at every attempt of trying not to think about Micah. It was another night where the overwhelming sense of longing hovered over you. You tried to reason with yourself that in less than 24 hours you would be in South Africa enjoying his company but in this moment, that wasn’t enough. You missed him and you missed him heavily. It seemed as if you ached for him in a way that you couldn’t understand. Removing you rudely from your ongoing thoughts, you felt the subtle vibrations coming from your phone as it buzzed beside you. You unlocked the phone and noticed an unread iMessage from Micah. You smiled a small smile to yourself as you sat up and relaxed your back on the headboard of your bed. 

“I’m still trying to get this time difference thing down. Are you awake?” 

“I’m awake, what are you doing?” you responded back eagerly.

“Missing you, thinking about you, wanting you - you know the usual,” he admitted frankly.

Before you could text back, Micah quickly sent another message.

“What are you doing?” He quizzed.

You bit down on your lip and rubbed your hands on your bare thighs repeatedly before texting back.

“I was thinking about you too …” you responded.

“Is it cool if I call you?”

“It’s more than cool.” You texted back.

Immediately your phone began to ring revealing an upcoming FaceTime call from Micah. Quickly, you ran towards the mirror in your room looking yourself over to make sure that your appearance was decent. After you deemed yourself suitable for the call, you answered the phone.

“Hey,” you whispered warmly. “I’m all packed for my flight tomorrow.” You added as you sat on your bed casually resting your spine against the harsh surface of the headboard. 

Smiling at you fully, Micah leaned back in his chair massaging his chin as he licked his lips. His eyes were full of pure admiration for you. His eyes slowly roamed your face gradually taking in your beauty in hopes he wouldn’t become bewildered by you. But the thing is, he was already bewildered by you. Allured in the deepest sense of the word - you pulled on his heart until it ached. Quickly, you became his torturer and his salvation.

“Since you said yes, I’ve been counting the hours,” he responded. 

Unknowing to you, your timid grin grew inch by inch blossoming into a wide appreciating smile. 

“Let me show you something,” you stated.

“Do I need to close my eyes first?” he quizzed light-heartedly placing his hands over his eyes while peeking every so often. 

“Matter of fact? Yes,” you answered while giggling at his childish antics. After opening the door to your closet, you crouched down and pulled the step-stool out of its assigned corner. You stepped on the step-stool carefully making sure that you maintained balance. You smiled at Micah periodically as you reached for your sky blue camera. Finally, you stepped off of the stool letting your feet meet the plushness of your carpet again. You carried the stool back to its rightful station and then parted the clothes hanging in your closet creating an open gap. You turned on the closet’s light letting it illume that small area. Afterward, you took three steps back. 

“Open your eyes, Micah,” you said. 

Micah did as you instructed. He watched you flip the camera’s view giving him new scenery. His eyes wandered the wall of your closet admiring the scattered array of photographs formulating the perfect collage. He noticed how all the photos towards the left were shot in hues of grey, black, and white. The collage held a vast amount of life - it breathed, it flowed, and it was absolutely moving. Each picture told its own story taking Micah’s eyes on a quiet journey. He wondered how it was possible to feel so many things at once - joy, laughter, pain, and loss. Micah was utterly astounded at your ability to capture emotion so candidly. 

“So this is me,” you said as you brought him closer to the closet in hopes he could get a better look with a newly brought angle.

“As I told you before, life has not been very kind to me in the past. It felt like everything about me was bleak and dark,” you said.

“The white and black photos represent that?” Micah questioned. 

“Yes. Here, in the middle the colors of the photos become neutral. They’re not completely vibrant but you can see slight hints of color.” you explained.

“Representing life getting better?” he asked.

“That’s the idea,” you said while sitting in front of your closet casually crossing your legs.

“The complexity of your mind is beautiful Charisma,” he said earnestly as his eyes continued to dance across the masterpiece. Suddenly, Micah squinted his eyes and leaned into the camera. 

“Thank you,” you whispered sweetly. 

“Hold up? Is that me?” he questioned with much excitement.

“I was waiting for you to notice that part. I took that particular photo with this camera. This one is my favorite.” you answered while giggling and flashing your sky blue digital camera. 

“Wait! Wait! I’m on the wall? My girl got me on the mothertrucking wall!” he exclaimed while patting and rubbing his chest theatrically as if he was evening out stubborn wrinkles. Flipping the camera back to your face, you smiled widely as your giggles shifted into boisterous laughter.

Micah leaned back in his chair with a permanent beam on his face. “Wow, my lady is a photographer,” he said as he stared at you willingly letting his mind run away with him.

“My lady? As in I’m yours?” you asked feeling butterflies form in the pit of your stomach. 

“Only with your permission,” he explained.

“You’re unfair you know that?” you replied as a smirk formed on your lips. You groaned and leaned on the closest wall to you.

“How so?” he responded while resting his chin in the palm of his hand as his elbow sat on the armrest of the chair.

“You make me ache. I really miss you,” you admitted. 

“You make me ache too. But first, tell me how can I soothe yours?” he asked calmly.

“I just want to feel you,” you said lowly.

Micah knew that the words that are most potent are often not spoken. He read between your parallel lines and inserted the words that needed to be there. Micah stood upright and closed the door in front of him. He dimmed the bright lights in his hotel room and sat back down.

“Where do you want to feel me the most?” he asked. He felt himself awakening and hardening by each passing moment. Again, willingly letting his mind run away with him. 

“I want to feel you everywhere right now,” you answered boldly staring at him.

“Show me,” he demanded.

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[what-if-i-imagine]

Chapter 5

“From the same source I have not taken…”

-Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe

Flash was sandwiched between Betty and I, being cuddled to death on the school lawn after Decath. got out. We had gotten into a pretty deep conversation, and Flash had started talking about the way he felt when it came to the team.

“I used to find it to be a safe place,” he explains. “The team was opening, and kind. Then I started making jokes, and I know my humor doesn't appeal to everyone, but they started to give me weird looks and avoid me. Ever since freshman year, I’ve always been so jealous of Parker because he had everything. I picked on him because he was perfect, and it never phased him. The one time I had the spot light, he pushed me out of it again when he didn't even deserve to have it back. They all love him and hate me, I get that, but if they would just give me five minutes, I would never ask for anything ever again. Five minutes to prove I’m not who they think.”

“Flash, you deserve a lot more than five minutes” I said, hugging his head to my chest as Betty ran a hand through his hair. “If they won’t let you in, then Betty and I will.”

I heard Flash sniffle a bit, but he didn't say anything. Betty kissed his cheek, “They have no clue what they are missing out on. You are smart, and protective, and kind. Harley and I will always be here, we promise.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

A sudden honk startled us all into sitting positions. A sleek silver cat had pulled up on the curb, that I recognized immediately. The window rolled down and we were greeted by Rhodey’s smiling face, “Hey kids. Happy couldn't make it, so I will be your river today.”

“Is that really”

“It is,” Flash grinned, answering Betty. Her mouth hung open, making Rhodey and I burst out in laughter.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna catch flies,” I said, getting up off the grass.

Flash helped out still shocked friend into the car and I climbed into the back with them. After we all buckled up, Rhodey pulled out of the school and made his way through the city.

“So kids, we have an hour before dinner at Stark Tower and I’m not in the mood to go back to the compound,” Rhodey looked at us through the rear view mirror when we were at a red light. “Who wants to go to the Himalayas and meet a real wizard?”

“The Himalayas?” Flash asked. “Sir, er, lieutenant, we can't get to the Himalayas and back to New York in an hour.”

“And I don't have a passport,” Betty added.

I just smirked, sharing a look with Rhodey in the mirror, as he took off to the New York Sanctum.

Rhodey made a parallel park in front of the five story tall building on the corner of Bleecker Street. Getting out of the car, I looked up to the fifth floor where a circular window sat in the center of the wall, overlooking the New York streets. The window was empty.

We lead my friends inside and up the stairs to the fourth floor where three sets of glass double doors displayed the rain forest, the California beach, and a desert. I looked up at Rhodey for permission before running to the middle door, the one displaying the stony beach. I turned the dial until we could see the streets of Kathmandu.

I opened the glass doors holding out my hand to my friends to help them through.

“How does it feel to be wrong?” I asked once we were standing fully in an alleyway, the cold nipping at our skin. My friends both had wide eyes, and were almost frozen from shock.

Rhodey walked up to a green door on the plain wall and knocked a quick code the sorccerrers had taught us. In the blink of an eye, we were inside the open space of Kamar Taj’s entry room.

If my friends said anything, I didn't hear it, because as soon as we walked into the corridor a certain red cloak wrapped around my ankle and hung me upside down from the ceiling. My friends and guardian all burst out into laughter as I struggled with the cloak, yelling for it to put me down while trying to keep my shirt down.

Uncle Stephen wouldn't have noticed the three standing in the corridor had it not been for my yelling for help. He had his nose stuffed in a book, Wong walking beside him and speaking quickly,but when he heard me, he looked up and grinned.

“Is the cloak being mean to you?” he asked, paying no mind to the two laughing teens who were practically rolling on the floor.

“Tell this glorified rug to put me down,” I begged.

“I don't know, what did Rhodey say?” Stephen turned to my guardian.

“I say keep the punk upside down,” Rhodey said, smirking up at me.

“You are the worst uncle and parent ever,” I whined. I tried to pull my leg out of the cloak’s grasp but was unsuccessful. “Betty, Flash, stop laughing and help me!”

“Nope,” Betty finally said through fits of giggles.

“Never,” Flash agreed.

After another minute I gave up and let myself hang there, arms crossed over my chest. Stephen waved his hand and I was gently lowered until Levi could lie down on the floor. I stood, fixing my shirt and hair in a huff. Betty walked over and helped me, poking at my flushed cheeks until I smiled.

“Is this your first time in the Himalayas?” Uncle Stephen asked Betty and Flash as he gave them a tour of Kamar Taj.

“This is my first time outside of the country in general,” Betty said, looking around us in aw.

“Are you really the boss here?” Flash asked.

“Well, I wouldn't call myself the boss,” the doc shrugged. “They call me the Sorcerer Supreme, and in a normal workplace I would be the boss, but this is no normal workplace.”

As we passed a set of pillars looking out into the outdoor courtyard, we all peaked out to the class. They were learning about pushing their astral forms out of their bodies then back in.

“What do you people even do?” Flash asked.

“We protect your reality from outside threats that the Avengers can’t,” Stephen explained,continuing the tour. “We fight beings from other dimensions and universes. The multiverse is a very dangerous place, and the sorcerers are earth’s first line of defense.”

“So you can do real magic?”

“Correct. We call it The Mystic Arts, though. Magic is really just science that humans don't understand. We bend matter, space and time, drawing energy from other dimensions and from our own untapped power.”

Rhodey and I were proudly ginning as my friends asked questions in amazement. We followed a step behind them to give them space, but still close enough to hear everything.

Rhodey nudged me, still looking straight ahead, “I told you this might be good.”

“What can I say, mother is always right,” I teased, making him laugh.

“So I’m mother now?”

“Ya always have been.”

We both started laughing while Stephen was in the middle of explaining the time stone, earning a glare from my uncle..

“Speaking of which,” Rhodey whispered now out of courtesy to the doc. “There is something we need to talk about when your friends go home. Tony, Pep and I had a long conversation after our mission a few days ago, and we feel it’s only right to get your opinion on the matter.”

Rhodey looked down at his watch and cleared his throat, “Well kids, that’s all the time we have for today. Maybe the good doctor will invite you to come back another time.”

“Of course,” Stephen nodded.

Both of my friends made a disappointing sounds, but followed Rhodey and I back to the entrance hall. Stephen offered to portal us right back to the tower, but Rhodey wanted to get his car, so we said our goodbyes and were off through the portal door.

During the drive back to the tower Flash, Betty and I nerded out over Uncle Stephen’s magic. It was fun to hear their personal opinions of the logic of it all, Flash being a firm believer in science, and Betty always open to the idea of real magic.

After seeing Kamar Taj nothing really seems impressive anymore, but they were still amazed by Stark Tower. They seemed especially interested in the renewable energy source that made the tower so different from everywhere else, as well as the elevator that ran on magnetism. The first floor was furnished like a modern home with those weird chairs that have no back, and clean, shiny surfaces. The first ten floors were reserved for tech only, the penthouse was where Tony and Pepper lived, then two floors below them was what we called the family floor, where Rhodey and I lived. The family floor had a bright fire place in a corridor living room that had one door beside the couch that leads to the kitchen, and a half way that lead to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Below the family floor was the business floor where we had a large dining room with a long table you sit at during board meetings. I never liked the business floor, it was too clean and modern like the first floor of the tower, so we usually just ate on the family floor. Tonight though, when we got to the family floor, there was a note in the kitchen saying we were on the business floor tonight since we cant fit everyone at the five setter table.

Rhodey and I didn't think much of it, we figured that they just didn't want to cram six people around our table. On the way down to the business floor I explained to my friends that my guardians were going to try and test them since they are very protective over me. They both just laughed, probably not understanding how deadly serious I was.

We walked into the dinning room laughing and joking, pushing each other around and making really bad jokes. All of us froze when we realized there were three other people besides Pepper and Tony sitting at the long white table.

I wasn't all that surprised to see Happy, though he rarely ate with us, but it was a little shocking to see his girlfriend sitting by his side. They had been dating for a month or two, but she had never actually come over to the tower. She had long, straight brown hair and circular glasses, and even I couldn't deny the fact that the woman was extremely beautiful. She was really good for Happy, and I loved the days that she hung out with him and I at the compound. It was that a boy was sitting beside her,looking more comfortable in my own home than I felt.

“Harley, you shouldn't be all that shocked, May and I have been talking about her having dinner with us for weeks,” Happy said with a laugh when he saw my expression.

“Yeah, uh, hey May,” I said, unable to remove my eyes from the boy.

“Didn't I tell you that her nephew was Peter?” Happy asked.

Slowly I shook my head.

When I looked at May and Peter Parker sitting next to each other, the dots definitely connected. They boy had those big brown eyes and toned olive skin that reminded me of the locals in Italy that I had met on vacation once. Their voices as well as sense of style were even similar, to the point that I would have been convinced that May was his mom.

From the corner of my eye I saw Flash shrink and Betty instinctively stepped a foot in front of him. I felt hostile towards the boy, and in a hot flash of anger almost turned and left the room. I wished I could tell him off for the way he and the rest of the team made Flash feel, but held myself back due to the fact that his aunt was a pretty awesome person. I shocked myself when I realized later that it wasn't only Flash that made me mad at Peter Parker, I was suddenly understanding what Flash was talking about. I was jealous that he had as amazing on an aunt as May, jealous of how Tony was talking to him before we walked in, as though Peter were his child and not me, jealous of the way all of my family seemed to love him.

“Peter told me he met you on Monday,” May smiled like it was a good first meeting. “He was asking a lot about you that night.”

“Aunt May!” Peter looked at her in embarrassment.

“Harley was asking about Peter too,” Happy said, earning himself a glare from me.

Rhodey must have been the only one who sensed the waves of annoyance I was practically radiating. He guided us to our seats that were on the other end of the table, as far from Peter as he could get us. I could see something in Betty’s expression change when she was seated in front of May. It eerily reminded me of Pepper.

“Hello Ms. Parker, I’m Betty Brant,” she said, holding out her hand with a business like smile. “Midtown High’s news anchor. I believe we met at one of the Decath. matches last year.”

“I believe we did,” May smiled and shook her hand. If she sensed Betty’s tension, she didn't let it show. “It is very nice to meet you again Betty. I didn't realize you were Harley’s friend.”

“We just became friends today actually,” Betty said.

“Tony, Pep, Happy, these are my friends Flash and Betty,” I introduced them, letting myself relax a bit.

“So you’re the one he won't stop talking about,” Pepper said jokingly to Flash.

“I am afraid so Ms. Potts,” Flash laughed a little.

“I like him,” Pepper whispered to me. “Does the girl remind you of anyone?”

I couldn't help my laugh. After that point, everybody melted into easy conversations or ate their food. Betty talked with Peter a little, but he was mostly engaged with Tony. I pushed down my growing dislike for the guy and ignored him until he decided to try to talk to me.

“So how are you liking the school Harley?” he asked.

I froze up. Everyone was suddenly looking at me.

“It’s a good school,” I said. I slapped on that fake smile, causing Happy to cringe in recognition of it and Pepper to raise an eyebrow at it.s use. “The teachers are very helpful so far, and most of the students are nice.

“Did you enjoy your first Decath. Meeting?”

“For the most part. I spent most of it watching how things are done, and talking to these two. Definitely a better way to spend my time instead of wasting away at the compound.” I said.

Tony snorted, looking to Peter, “This boy spends more time at the compound than anyone else, I swear. He hates being alone in the tower, and doesn't like tag along with Stephen all day unless he’s in the library. Pep was the only one who could ever seem to get him out of there by bribing him with talking down a cocky businessman.”

Everyone laughed easily,but I had to force it through slightly gritted teeth. I didn't like this one bit. Tony had always teased, but only with family, it felt different when I barely knew the guy he was telling my stories to. Flash saw the way my smile was trying to slip, and took my hand under the table for comfort. A wave of calmness passed over me, allowing the smile to return to its full strength and for the conversation to move on.

After dinner, my friends and I made our way to the elevator where we loaded in and pressed the button for the family floor. Before the door could close through, Tony stopped it and stepped in with Peter.

Betty, Flash and I started talking about what movies we were up for watching tonight, and what snacks were required for it. Tony and Peter were talking in hushed tones, so quiet I could barely hear them, but a certain hero’s name caught my ear and I started half listening in to what they were saying.

“So you have a new design for Spider-Man’s web shooters-”

“There’s a new security threat somewhere in Brooklyn-”

“How late is May letting you stay out-”

Betty and Flash when quiet when they saw me looking at my guardian and Parker from the corner of my eye.

“So Mr. Stark, what do you have planned for tonight?” Betty asked. I could practically feel her suppressing her interviewer voice she used early that day on a boy on the Decath. Team.

“Peter and I have some work to do in the lab,” he said, giving her a pleasant smile. “You kids are studying for a test this week, right?”

“That was the original plan, but Betty and I have all of the stuff down already, and Harls is a genius,” Flash said, nudging me playfully.

I rolled my eyes, “We decided to have a movie night instead. Maybe a sleepover if you’re cool with it.”

“Har, you know me, of course I’m ‘cool’ with it,” Tony said. Then, he looked at Peter and the light bulb went off in his head. “Maybe Peter should join you.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m busy tonight in the lab with you,” Peter said.

“If they want you to join them, then I’ll let you off the hook for tonight.”

A beat passed and Flash was the first to speak, “That would be cool. I mean, we’re just marathoning Battlestar Galactica and eating junk if that’s what you're into.”

“I’ve never actually seen Battlestar all the way through,” Peter admitted.

“Then join us,” I said, now assured that Flash was okay with this happening.

“Sounds good then,” he smiled.

We stepped out of the elevator at the family floor, leaving Tony alone. Peter said thank you and goodnight before the elevator closed, then shot May a text to let her know where he was. Flash and Betty made class to their respective parents to make sure it was okay that they spent the night while Peter and I went to the kitchen to get popcorn and other snacks ready.

“Can you make the popcorn?” I asked him, walking over to the fridge. “It’s on the third shelf in the pantry with all of the sessioning. You can pick whatever toppings if you want it.”

Parker nodded and started it up, leaning against the counter, “What are you making?”

“Sugar strawberries and peaches n’ cream,” I said, pulling the fruits out of the fridge.

I looked up to see Peter raising an eyebrow at me, so I sighed and explained, “Strawberries covered in sugar, so just what the name sounds. Peaches n’ cream are peaches, or other assorted fruits in heavy whipping cream with sugar and whipped cream on top.”

“You southerners really like your sugar,” Peter commented, pulling the bag of popcorn out of the microwave to put another in.

“Only with our oxygen,” I snarked, popping a blueberry in my mouth after dipping it in sugar. I cut off the tops of the strawberries then rinsed them off and got to work on dipping them in sugar.

Peter snorted, dumping the contents of the popcorn bag into a large bowl.

We worked silently after that until he had made three bowls of popcorn with different seasoning on each. I wasn't quite done yet, so he hopped up on the counter and watched me work.

Carefully I sat the four bowls of peaches and blueberries drown in cream and sugar onto their own plates,leaving plenty of room to decoratively set up the strawberries. In the blank space left on each plate, I carefully placed slices of bananas leaning on each other. When the full arrangement of the plates was done, I topped off the peaches n’ cream with whipped cream,then spraying a dollop on each strawberry and banana. I shook the can at the end, sure that there was only a little left, and squirted it in my mouth.

I saw Peter make a weird face from the corner of my eye and I turned to him.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he held up his hands. “It’s just… that’s kinda gross.”

“Of course you would think so,” I said, tossing the empty cans in the trash.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’ offensive bud, just that you’re a New Yorker, born and breed, so I understand if you have no clue what it means to take that chip off your shoulder and live,” I shrugged. I started putting the remaining fruits away in the fridge, along with the leftover cream.

“Just because I think it’s gross to have whipped cream straight from the can doesn't mean I have a chip on my shoulder,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, pulling another, almost empty can of whipped cream from the back of the fridge. “Have you ever actually tried it?”

“No,” he said,watching me carefully.

I tossed the can at him without warning and leaned against the counter as he caught it. “Try it,” I said, gesturing to the can.

“I’ll pass,” Peter said.

“And there goes that chip on your shoulder, perkin’ right up.”

“I won't be peer pressured into having whipped cream from the can.”

“You sure ‘bout that?”

We had a staring contest, never breaking eye contact. Finally his resolve crumbled and I grinned as he popped the cap off.

“How do you even do this?” he asked.

“Shake the can, of course, then tip it upside down over your mouth with your head tilted back,” I instructed. “Try not to inhale or put the can in your mouth.”

Peter did as I said, swallowing down the whipped cream then making another odd face as he tossed the can back to me.

“You know, that was actually good for some reason,” he said.

“Fresh out of the can, it’s better than when it sits in the air,” I shrugged, putting it away.

‘ I listened for a second for Flash or Betty. It sounded like Betty was putting the disk for the first session, and Flash was still on the phone with his mom or dad.

“So I need to give you a quick shovel talk because I don't have that long before one of them wanders in here,” I said, causing him to gain a confused expression. “Flash messed up in teasing you okay, but he’s trying to fix it. If you even fucking think about ignoring his attempts at a new start or push him out of the light ever again, I will personally make you see stars. I know you guys are seventeen, and I only know of when it happened when you were fifteen, but I’m smart enough to figure out that stuff like that has happened multiple times.”

“I understand,” Peter said, putting his hands up again. “Though, you talk like you aren't our age.”

“I’m fifteen,” I said bluntly. “Was pushed up two year in schooling as a kid back in Tennessee.”

He blinked in shock for a moment, but before he could say anything in response, Flash popped his head in the room.

“Guys, we’re ready if you have everything finished,” he said, looking between us.

“Yeah, I grabbed the four plates waitress style, the way my mom taught me, and walked into the living room. Betty had the main menu pulled up.

“Do you mind putting on subtitles?” Flash asked, taking his plate of sugary fruit as he sat on the couch beside her. Peter sat on Betty’s other side, while I sat on the floor between Flash’s legs.

“Sure,” Betty said through the strawberry in her mouth, starting up the show after everyone was settled in.

We only got through six of the hour long episodes before I could hear Betty’s gentle snores. I glanced up and saw she had her head on Flash’s shoulder, cuddling his arm like a teddy bear. Peter drape a blanket gently around her shoulders, making eye contact with Flash for a moment. I looked back to the screen, only making it a few more minutes before I started to drift off to the sound of Six and Baltar talking about the existence of God.

I was trapped in that state where I awake but asleep, blinking in and out of reality, unsure of what reality even was. At some point a soft blanket was tucked around me, and a pillow was propped between Flash’s knees for me to rest my head on.

The words and sounds coming from the TV blended with what I barely recognized as Peter and my friend’s voices. They Spoke quietly, but in a way that assumed Betty and I were out cold. I only caught a few words here and there between waves of unconsciousness.

“Peter,” I heard Flash say at one point.

Peter stopped him, “I understand, you don't have to explain it if you don't want to.”

“I want to. You deserve and explanation-”

Darkness and quiet.

“Why do you care about him this deeply? You’ve only known him for a week.” Peter’s voice.

“He’s special. There is something very special about him. Betty was caught by it too. I have a feeling you can sense it too.” Flash’s voice.

Darkness and quiet.

“I promised I would be honest with you, so I have to tell you something,” Flash Spoke me into the dim light again. “I know your secret-”

An explosion on screen caught my thin attention span before I could hear what he said.

“How long have you known?” Peter asked.

“Ever since DC.”

“But the way you were acting-”

“The way I treated you was the act.”

Darkness and quiet. This time permanent. It overtook me, leaving me floating in an endless abyss with no beginning or end. I didn't dream often, unless it was a nightmare. Either I would stay like this or a nightmare would break through the peace.

The moment I felt a pressure on my neck in the shape of a hand, I knew this was going to be a long night. At least this night I had my friends to wake up to when the light returned.

[royallypsychotic]

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WARNINGS: SPOILERS (obvs); not a Khaliiiisi fan; Jonsa shipper so I might talk about it.

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4.- Euron Sparrow (I feel like I should add Captain somewhere) makes his heroic entrance in KL, and I find this kinda intresting, Hot Pie told Arya it was Cersei the one who blew the Great Sept of Baelor like it was common knowledge, but like how do people in Westeros know this stuff? news travel by ravens, and merchants and soldiers perharps but common people don’t know the High Lords and Ladies motivations and information has a way to get twisted (the best example I can think of is Season 5’ s troupe from Braavos, they told the story of Joffrey’s ascention and his death in a very pro-Lannister light) so I’m really interested in knowing just what did Cersei said about the whole affair. I mean people’s reaction to Ellaria and co. is pure entreteinment for them, they have no real beef with them but still interested in all this stuff.

We have Cersei herself sitting on the fugliest chair of the 7 realms (aka the IT) while Euron gallops into the throne room (like Euron can you be a lil’ less extra??) and presents her with her gift while shading the fuck outta Jaime, anyway Euron wants to put a date to their wedding but Cersei is having none of that until the war is over.

Euron still is looking for a fight with Jaime, and says he hopes the can have a bro talk about just how kinky is Cersei in bed (LMAO Euron is awful but he makes me laugh a lot).

Now we have Cersei in the dungeons with a very bright pink lipstick on (where do you even get that stuff???) and talks about Oberyn vs. The Mountain, she is just taunting Ellaria and has a very emotional moment while talking about Myrcella (Lena Headley is a hell of an actress, as much as I hate Cersei I don’t want her to die if only to keep enjoying her brilliant performance)

Then she kisses Tyene and reveals Qyburn managed to find out the poison Ellaria used with her daughter and her revenge would be forcing her to see Tyene die, and then wipes away the poison-pink lipstick and drinks the antidote like a total badass (RIP bad pussy).

So getting revenge turns her on and she goes to kiss Jaime and gives him head (like wow there has been a lot of oral this season), they end up on bed, and one of Cersei’s maids knocks, Jaime is like oh no, nobody must know!! And she’s like I’m queen so I can do whatever the fuck I want (no, that’s not how it works, that’s what got your monster of a son killed dumbass) anyway it seems short hair is lit now (cool cuz I got short hair too) and doesn’t say anything about literal incest in front of her (very wise dear).

Now apparently Cersei has a visitor from the Iron Bank (remember they are hella broke thanks to Robert?) and she has to deal with it, to be fair Cersei is a hell of a negociator, she manages to convince the emmisary to give her 15 days to pay her debts and trash talks D once again (the fuck bitch me too).

(round here I get confused about the order of the scenes but I’ll try)

5.- So Theon is found by a surviving ship and the Captain treats him like dirt for not fighting for Yara, and pls leave my son alone.

I have nothing much to add really was a pretty short scene and I hope to see more of Theon next episode.

6.- Back in Dragon Stone we have Jon talking with Tyrion, he says he was wrong to have come and wants to go back home (OMG my poor baby) cuz it’s clear D has no intention to help him, Tyrion tells him to cut her some slack (I mean I kinda agree it’s not easy to believe and fight with a dude you just met but then again she was very rude and antagonistic) and goes around telling him about all the good stuff D has done (k I get his point, but were you there to see the conquest of Meeren and Astapor Tyrion?? No, you got there when shit hit the fan due to Danisss incompetence as a ruler, so I fail to see how someone as clever and analytical would make such blind statements unless that someone is in love) Jon agrees reluctantly.

7.- Winterfell!!! At last!!! So we see Sansa talking with Lord Royce, LF and the Maester about the resources they have for Winter, and she is Walking around the castle looking over the preparations and making questions and very good suggestions every now and then.

Seeing this scene struck me this is the first time we see someone actually ruling, allow me to explain: the first 2 shots we get of D and Cersei are of them sitting on their thrones but doing nothing but serve themselves (D with trying to force Jon to bend the knee and Cersei with her revenge) now of course they’re preparing for war against each other, who gives a fuck about food or warm clothes in winter amirite Ladies? Well, A GOOD RULER that’s who, Sansa is still Lady Sansa she does not parade titles around nor she sits her ass on the court room and calls it a day or calls herself Queen, yet she is the only one who acts like one. If she doesn’t know something she immediatly asks, she seeks solutions and acts quickly, that suggestion about adding leather to the armors was a little detail but so huge because she doesn’t only care about the armor being strong but also that it keeps her people as warm and comfortable as possible, and Imma cry because it’s such a huge difference from other selfish rulers we’ve seen in the series.

Anyway, LF starts by saying ruling suites her well (dammit the first time he and I agree with something) but says she is too focused on the WW thing, she answers that they should (thank god at least someone believes in Jon) he warns about Cersei and honestly is hillarious because she knows bih!!! And she tells him as much, honestly Sansa is getting more savage in her responses to Baeless what a time to be alive!!!! Littlecreeper then proceeds to talk like a fortune-cookie, I tried to make sense of it, but still confused he tells her not to fight battles anywhere but her mind ( k I think he means being analytical and politicaly savvy, not rushing into conflicts everywhere) also that her friends are enemies and enemies are friends (bottomline I think it’s trust no one cuz alliances shift a lot in time of war, or at least that’s what I think it means) and that she will she things she has seen before (ummm so like people are predictable and she only has to observe and she’ll realize she knows what kind of people they are and thus predict/guess what they’ll do because she has already dealt with that, or is he talking about parallels or what??? Idk why is he so cryptic now???) it mattered not cuz Sansa gets called to the gate, and…

Bran!!! He is back!! And Oh my god Sophie Turner’s performance is A+ her expressions are beautiful and really made me cry, Bran is very changed tho, and I see he is getting a lot of hate but why? He is clearly dealing with a lot of difficult stuff, he IS the Three Eyed Raven now, seeing past/present/future must be hard on his psyche and the threat of the WW is overwhealming so stop pls.

They are under the weirdwood tree, Sansa looks adorable sitting in the snow and hugging her knees to her chest, and she just about kills me when she says “I wish Jon was here’ now of course I know she says so because she wishes Jon could share the hapiness and relief of having their little brother back but still (my shipper heart) and immediatly says WF is his (honestly Imma say this now, fuck the people who called her a power hungry bitch, you don’t like her or find her boring? Fine we all are allowed to have characters we like and dislike, but the blantant misogynistic hate Sansa’s been getting since day one has been overwhelming, fans of her get called delusional and anti-feminists for supporting an embodiment of the patriarchy and other willful misinterpretations of her character and I’m glad D&D have shown she is not what the fandom’s been acussing her of) putting the final nail on the Starkbowl coffin. Bran reject his title as Lord because he is the TER, and Sansa, the girl whose only contact with magic/supernatural stuff has been through what Jon told her, immediatly belives what her little brother says and not only that she asks him to explain what does it means because she wants to understand him (and OMG what a concept actually listening to people!!!) now I understand why every actor on the Stark fam wanted Sansa on the IT or Winterfell, she is an amazing ruler.

Bran triggers her ptsd talking about what Ramsey did to her, and she very graciously excuses herself, while Bran stays back to get some work on the NK business. I think this was a way to make her stop asking questions and kind of showing what his powers are about? But I’m not sure.

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Again too long, so a part 3 is necessary for the final parts of the ep.

[yesterdaysdreams]

Mandi’s Kitchen Renovation Reveal

Last April, I had the amazing experience of selling our old home just seven days after getting the crazy idea that we should move to a new house. Finding a mint mid-century home with a sunken conversation pit—in your price range—will do that to a girl! To say it was a whirlwind week would be an understatement! I remember feeling heartbroken the night we signed papers with the buyer because we discovered the dream home which launched this crazy scheme was already under contract with another buyer. But man, was I excited that we had just sold our house so quickly! … And of course I was also a little worried about being homeless and living with my parents indefinitely.

I sat at my computer scrolling through the many homes I’d seen and checked out before. Nice. But lots of work. Or else absolutely perfect, but too much money. Finally, out of desperation, I clicked on an odd looking ’80s home I’d scrolled past lots of times, and was surprised when the wheels in my head starting turning. Nay, spinning! I couldn’t stop looking at this kitchen, imagining all of the things I could fairly easily change. I was intrigued and booked an appointment to view the home the next day.

After viewing the house, we were surprised at how perfectly it fit all of our family’s peculiar needs, so we made an offer, and I went back to the house to take measurements to put on AutoCAD after our offer was accepted. Yes, I am the psycho who had detailed drawings, to-scale plans, and budget sheets made up before we even closed on the house! I thought it would be fun to show you the initial kitchen drawing I made back then, and if you’re curious, you can see more of my kitchen plans and process on my blog here, here, here, and here.

Surprisingly, not many details changed from the ideas that had popped into my head that night that I viewed the home online for the first time. For budget reasons, I wanted to reuse as much from the original kitchen as possible, and because I was not a fan of the oak raised panel cabinetry, painting the cabinets white would allow them to fade to the background and not make much of a design statement. I also wanted to make the space feel much airier, so I decided to remove all of the upper cabinets completely, and only replace them with a single row of open shelving. As far as storage goes, I had plenty of cabinets left in the island and below the countertops (the lazy susan in the corner is amazing!). The cabinet I built above the fridge as well as the wall of shelving gave me the rest of the storage I needed. (Oh, and there’s a pantry closet behind the shelving wall.)

Because most of the kitchen would be white, I wanted to make sure there were plenty of texturally interesting things, but not in a cluttered way. The wide-open wall above the cabinets was the perfect place to add texture! I covered it completely with wide subway tiles, choosing a stackbond pattern to feel more contemporary than your average white subway tile wall. I agonized over what grout color to use and am really happy with the TEC Silverado grout, because it adds definition between the tiles without too much contrast. There’s also a lot of texture thanks to my open shelving. Everything on the shelves is white or glass, so the shelving doesn’t feel cluttered, yet there’s still interest there. All of the clean white is juxtaposed with some rustic wood elements, like the huge wall of shelving I built, and a vintage spice rack that repeats the style of the shelving wall. A wooden butcherblock countertop from Lumber Liquidators, wooden cabinet knobs, wooden stools, and wicker baskets all work together to add warmth, balancing out the stark coldness of white everywhere.

Literally the day we closed on the house, Phil and I began demo! I pulled out all of the carpet on the first floor, and for a date night, Phil and I busted out and removed all of the tile from the kitchen and hallway. Talk about romantic! Then my dad helped take off the old countertop and separate all of the cabinets. We reconfigured them so we could move the stove to a different wall, making more space for a main dining area in the eat-in kitchen. (We are using the formal dining room as a play room.)

Once everything was cleaned out, and the cabinets were positioned, it was so exciting to rebuild! My favorite project that I took on by myself was the shelving wall. I may add some rustic doors to parts of this shelving wall in the days to come, but I sure do love having easy access to dry goods and snacks, plus, who am I kidding? I love stuff, and these shelves let me rearrange my stuff in fun ways with each change of seasons.

The most exciting day of the rebuilding has to be the day my new stove was installed! I had only ever dreamed of owning such a beauty—six burners, dual-heat steam oven … forget about it. I love all of our new appliances, but this stove makes it easier for me to get out of bed in the morning. (Especially if I have ingredients for pancakes, bacon, and eggs in the fridge!) I still pinch myself every day I get to use this bad boy. I also am so glad we moved its location to this other wall. Our old stove was electric, so we had to run gas lines anyway, we may as well move the stove to a more convenient spot. Rerouting the exhaust vent wasn’t bad because the joists in the ceiling happened to run parallel with the stove wall. We plugged up the hole from the old vent with ventilation and covered it on the inside with drywall and tile, and covered the hole on the exterior with a metal plate and silicon until we’re able to patch the siding.

People often ask about the jars I use to store my food. They are Le Parfait brand, and you can find them lots of places online, but I’ve also had luck finding them at discount home stores such as Marshalls and HomeGoods. I used to have labels on every jar, but now I only have them on certain necessary ones that are easily mixed up. (Once I tried to make frosting using baking soda instead of powdered sugar!) I’m frequently moving the contents of a barely filled jar into a smaller one to free up the big jars, so things get shuffled around and labels just get to be annoying in that instance.

My girls and I begin every morning at the kitchen island. I sip coffee and answer their crazy questions while they usually eat eggs and toast or fruit and yogurt. We usually have lunch at the counter, too, but dinners happen at the round antique table that I scored on Craigslist. It has three leaves, so we can make it bigger for when we’re hosting friends and family, but most of the time it stays small like this.

I carried the traditional-rustic-meets-minimal-modern vibes to the dining area where I use the antique table alongside these elegant Lippa chairs from LexMod. The vintage booster seat gives this spot the perfect mix of old and new.

I sort of freaked out with excitement when I found this beautiful chandelier from Hinkley Lighting, because it so perfectly mixes a variety of styles I love: Bauhaus-inspired shiny chrome, funky ’70s curves and globe shapes, understated elegance that feels a bit traditional … Oh, and the clincher was that there were matching pendants perfectly sized for our kitchen island!

I can’t believe I’ve come this far without acknowledging my pink sink. I chose most of the materials because their were inexpensive and because they were safe enough that I knew I’d be happy with them for years to come. But I had to have a little fun somewhere! That’s where the pink sink comes in. This is an acrylic sink by Thermocast which is undermounted beneath our white Corian counters for the perfect pop of pink. I use a tray in the bottom of the sink to keep it from getting scratched up, but also to conveniently rinse dishes when things get piled up.With all of the new materials, I hadn’t considered how junky our old outlets and switches would be until I saw them alongside the new white walls and tile. Ugh. Details matter! So we installed new paddle switches, universal dimmers, and outlets from the Legrand Radiant line. The screwless wall plates are the perfect finishing touch and just fade to the background, letting my design choices take center stage. We also installed outlets with built-in nightlights in our halls and pathways, so we can easily sneak into the kitchen for midnight snacks!

Choosing a shade of white for our walls was a little stressful (even though I wrote an entire blog post about choosing white paint!), but I’m happy with Benjamin Moore’s Super White in our kitchen. It’s a particularly tricky space because there are a lot of white I don’t have control over, shade-wise, like our KitchenAid appliances, the dining chairs, the tiles, and to some extent, the countertops. Super White ended up being the perfect neutral white for this environment (not cool or warm) that felt very bright, but not as stark as untinted white would feel. It feels bright, crisp, and modern— perfectly at peace with the other white elements in the kitchen.

If you’d like to check out some of my older posts that chronicle my kitchen planning and process, I’ve listed them out for you below. You can also see a list of products and materials I used at the end of this post! If you have any questions, I’m more than happy to talk shop in the comments section.

New Kitchen Plans

Kitchen Progress: Halfway There

DIY Modern Hood Vent Cover

Painting Cabinets with Chalk Paint – Pros + Cons

Kitchen Progress: Appliances + Finish Details

DIY Wood Shelving Wall

Kitchen Progress: Adding the Final Details

Thanks so much for following along on this adventure! This has been the biggest home reno undertaking I’ve attempted, and I’m really happy with the results. Now I can’t wait to get started on some other rooms in our house! –Mandi

Materials and Products:

Wall paint: Benjamin Moore’s Super White Cabinet paint: Annie Sloan’s Pure White (not on hood vent or refrigerator cabinet) Wall tile: Home Depot Tile grout: TEC Silverado Pink sink: Thermocast Faucet: Kraus from Home Depot Island butcher block: Lumber Liquidators sealed with Waterlox Flooring: Lumber Liquidators maple engineered wood Knobs: eBay Stove: KitchenAid from Home Depot Hood vent: Whirlpool from Home Depot with DIY cover Dishwasher: KitchenAid from Home Depot Refrigerator: KitchenAid from HomeDepot Coffee maker: KitchenAid Bar stools: Sold out at Target— similar here Dining chairs: LexMod Art: Milton Avery reproduction Round lidded baskets on shelving wall: Xinh & Co Kitchen radio: TEAC Lighting: Hinkley Congress collection  Food storage jars: Le Parfait Bread boxes: Amazon – small and large Rug, spice rack, utensil crocks, dining table, booster seat, various pottery: vintage

Credits // Author and Photography: Mandi Johnson. Photos edited with A Color Story Desktop.

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[hauntinghilarity]

The Malicious Maw: An Eye-Opening Excerpt

WARNING: The story snippet below contains intensely graphic situations of a violent and gory nature. Also intense situations and just a generally fucked up situation.

Basically, your nightmares are your own fault should you proceed. I also do not condone this kind of behavior outside of a fictional world. Please ink responsibly.

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Lickyface is a character that is often on my mind. I always wanted to make a great old one like Lovecraft's greats. Nyarlethotep being my favorite and a constant inspiration, but there are many lovecraftian influences in the character's designs and behavior.

I feverishly wrote this in my notebook one night and have been mulling it over for a while. I figured typing up for this blog would let me have an excuse to unleash Lickypede on the masses! I am planning to expand on this post (and the Inky Blinky Blight snippet) to create a story about this bugger finally.

Thank you for reading! May Lickypede skitter through your hearts and minds. The character below was made by me in the Second Life client. For the bits and ends I used, please consult my flickr. 

The Malicious Maw

Hunting Hilarity

The cosmic entity loved to taunt its victim. Haunt its victim with its incessant. Fucking. Laughter.

   Be the stifled snickerings from the mouths dotting the creature’s shoulder, like the beast was holding an earth shattering joke from their prey, or the haunting cackling the cracked from its fang encrusted maw. Jittering and chattering like a chucking chorus as the snickering merged with the laughter from the creature’s phonograph-like mouth.

   Lickypede’s centipede body coiled itself around its victim’s legs. The appendage’s multitude of legs crawling and tearing at their flesh and skin as it moved.along their body, shoving their legs and arms back in place forcefully, holding them down as the body tightened like a rope around them. Stopping just under their elbows, the open maw stretched across the bissected portion of the millipede half of the massive entity.

   As the victim did its best to struggle and push the body away, they would feel layers of the body’s shell flake away. Merely layer after layer of coagulated blood and the entity’s inky, oily tar hardened to make the carapace. It may have been hard as armor, but the outer layers still seemed to be drying. Other areas seemed to being coated from the slobber that dribbled from the mouth eternally stretched open at the body’s front. This meant meaty clumps of gunk clung to their hand like mucus and dyed their skin like ink.

   The creature would never stop its damning laughter.

   Snickers would sputter into gasping guffaws from the gnarled teeth twitching and oozing oil and tar from the twitching creature’s body. Specks of spittle spattering the victim and environment with the globs of syrupy oil. The stains, like the oils dripping in viscous globs from its oil coated body, would have a strange reflection. Like petrol in water, it spread the light that hit it into the color spectrum. Instead of a beautiful rainbow, something that would stain the victim’s mind like it would the surroundings would show itself.

Instead of bands, the colors of light would spread beyond the plane of the ink splotches would appear to be a chaotically cascading spectrum of dots in a 3d plane beyond the stain. As one moved, the image of ‘dots’ beyond it would appear to move like it was, in reality, a window to another plane. Closer inspection would prove those dots were, in reality, eyes suspended in the inky ocean beyond the reflection. All colored in a sequential rainbow, most staring out into reality, others moving about to focus on this and that.

  Every drop of this sinister substance gave the illusion of a single one of these eyes suspended in the black oil as it fell to the ground, spreading into the all-seeing spectrum as it hit the ground. Its laughter slowly ascending in tone. The many mouths adding to the massive mouth’s growling giggling. Adding tension, adding harmony. The threatening snickering almost turning into a song.

   Two segments of the coiled body spread, exposing the victim’s stomach, the legs helpful in pushing away the fabric that’d otherwise obscure its target. From the darkness the centipede body’s gaping, teeth framed wound of a segment, the same technicolor spectrum of eyes peering out. The depth and darkness within the carapace became clear as a lumpy, writhing figure appeared from within. At first, it almost looked like a hand groping for something to grab onto, reaching for eyes that were merely obscured by a hand that touched nothing. As the light hit it, it seemed to be merely an illusion. The figure flopping forward to reveal a dripping tongue, spreading a mixture of oil and pus around as it slithered along the carapace teeth. Examining its own teeth it would appear, before snaking its way down towards the victim’s stomach. Tickling and tracing it. Tasting their prey.    

  The spine that sprouted from the carapace’s mouth angled itself parallel to its victim’s torso. The tar that had coalesced into its upper body creating what passed for the emaciated being’s torso. Hardened as the body went up to the spasming claws and writhing, cackling head of the beast. It had positioned its coiling so it still towered over this, beginning to tilt forward causing the contaminated, concentrated syrup of rancid biological matter to pour over the victim's face. The scent powerful and dizzying, hitting the nose with a powerful sweetness like petrol that evolved into the rancid power of something that had decayed for centuries in an airtight container having never been open until this very moment directly into their nose.

  It coated the room, it mader eyes water. It was a lingering stench that seemed to tell a story and every single bit of it made the recipient want to vomit and cry in a synchronized fashion. The victim’s frantically flopping head it roughly grabbed by the massive claw. The ink having hardened and stretched so the palm cupped the entirety of the side of their head like a normal hand could a cheek. Its elongated talons spreading themselves to clench around the entirety of their head. The index and middle talon parallel along their eye. The thumb caressing the chin. The other two did the job of threatening him by pushing the sharp points against the backish side of their neck and head. That hand was far from the victim’s concern.

  Suspended above their head, powerless to pull away, the claw’s counterpart crept closer. The index finger pronounced, extended outwards with its target clearly the victim’s tear duct. Inch by inch they would struggle, their eyelid would flutter and twitch. It was to no avail. The claw crept closer at a hauntingly slow speed. Inch by inch the index claw filled their vision.

  Octave by octave, that skin grating guffaw grew thunderous.

   The index finger hovered closer to the eye, but the lids twitching proved annoying. With the slow and gentle care of a designer with a scalpel, the claw sliced the flesh away. First one lid, then the other. LEaving it lying right on the eye, a shocking feeling. One the victim had never experienced, though that was nothing new in this encounter. It had been absolutely eye-opening. Lickypede was sweet enough to save the victim from the strange experience of a wrinkled petal of flesh resting ever so delicately on the eye, cut so it was held only by being stuck to the wet ocular. With the tactfully tender tone, the tongue-esque tendril tipped towards their eyelid. Plucking it from their face and depositing into one of the mouths of their torso. The bottom lid soon follows.

  The victim’s mouth, already fluttering like a flounder spouting screams and sniveling bargains, was forcibly kept open by the thumb dutifully position there. The digit roughly resting against the skin leaving them to gurgle and gasp out their pleas.  

   Seems Lickyface was sick of this blubbering as well. With an index claw still hovering just centimeters from their now painfully exposed eyeball, the tip centered directly on the pupil, the beast let out a chunky slurry. Most of the pressured stream concentrated to the victim’s open mouth, but it began to hit all around their lips causing a flood to pool everywhere. It was hard to focus on that, as the taste was indescribable, yet their tongue couldn’t escape it. Everywhere it flopped and squirmed in an attempt to evade and escape the taste caused the fleshy tissue that held their tongue down to grow sore. From the new searing pain, like gasoline to a wound, coming from under their tongue, they were certain they might be in danger of it tearing off. Fearing literally swallowing it in order to escape the taste. Suicide by stomach acid.

   Their eyes burned as it began to cloud and stain their vision and blinded them completely. The victim would find, as Lickyface graciously began to clean the one eye it seemed fixated on whenever the liquid pooled on it, that this substance continued to blind them after being cleaned. The whites themselves even seemed permanently stained, darkening a shade with each dunk.

  The splatter left a clue as to what made up the sludge the creature vomited. Plucked eyeballs laid on the ground, their fleshy tendrils twitching and flopping like they were trying to escape. The tongues seemed to fare better in their attempts. Boney little mandibles having sprouted from the long, spongy mass. The tongues, looking more like centipedes as more and more legs sprouted like the sides, scampered off into the night leaving trails of the pus stained sludge in their wake.

  Another of these tonguey centipedes was stuck to the side of the victim’s cheek. Like a trooper, it dug its sharp legs into the victim’s flesh to try and fight the torrent of noxious sludge. Sadly, thanks to Lickypede’s dislike for spilling, it took to using its threatening claw to fix this. A tendril hooks the cheek one after the other from mouth to jaw bone. The poor, stubborn centipede had been spliced right in half spreading a pussy, bloody mess into the sludge. Mouth now able to be forced open far beyond what a human was normally allowed, the torrent continued.

  The victim gagged, gurgled, and gasped causing thick bubbles to form along the sides of their mouth. This would be only the beginning of their problems as that talon returned to their eye. Their fears realized as the creature was quick this time, fearing their eye would move. Determined to slice their eye directly along the center of the eye parallel to the horizon should they have been standing straight and able to see.

   The pain of the cut mixed with the substance finally invading inside their ocular was a near enlightening experiencing. COming to terms with all their previous pains purely due to the overwhelming magnitude of this long feeling. It made every single broken bone and shattered heart seem like child’s play in comparison to the symphony of sensations they were experiencing now. Their system was similarly shocked, attempting to regurgitate the torrent back. A losing battle, but the attempt was obvious by how the victim spasmed and dry heaved. The wet hurks and gurks escaping through the tar bubbles covering their face.

  Lickyface just could NOT have their gift being squandered like this. Luckily, the namesake implied a tongue of its own. Many, really, but the main one was the point at large here. The cosmic boogun thrust its tongue through the torrent of tar and bile, thickening with the target goal being to tamp the toxic transfusion towards their throat. Almost in a mockingly loving fashion the massive tendril would stroke and prod theirs. The eyeball that grew from the collection of crusty oil focused on this, first seemingly being used to play like a piercing. Only for tiny little arms to sprout and grab onto the tongue. Wrestling with it and clamping onto it as the tongue began burrowing towards the back of their mouth.

  As the tongue began to force its way down the mark’s throat, the little inkling imp that was ripping their tongue from the bottom of their mouth began to shove the tongue towards their trachea to force the concoction down their trachea, as the massive tongue began to wiggle its way down their esophagus.

 The imp, however, would have plucked itself from the tongue in order to lodge itself up towards the victim's nasal cavity. Moving like a sentient blob, it would force the liquid into their nasal cavity. To the victim's horror, the acidic kerosene that seemed to coat their nostrils seemed to be growing something. Correction, it seemed to be causing something to grow from them.

  A blemish could be felt in their nostril. One of the few muscle they still had much control over now, every twitch and flair caused them to become acutely aware of the painful lump. Acutely aware of this lump growing with every frantic movement. It was only a matter of seconds before this lump popped, causing a torrent of pus and blood to leak from their nostril like a particularly persistent bloody nose.

   From the spot the boil burst, the patsy felt something moving in their skin. Through their pores and the cartilage just behind the wound. Something sprouting in their snot, snaking along the mucus and muscle as it searched for the way out. Something the imp was delighted to direct it towards.

  The victims one lone eye could see a tiny tongue sprout from their nose. Just barely as it twisted into view. Growing and sprouting slowly outward.

   Worse, they could feel more blemishes bubbling up from their skin.