#jem saying things

[wee-english-fella]

please share the recipe for the grilled cake??

i don't know? i think it was just a regular chocolate cake and my flatmates didn't realise the top bit of the oven was a grill and not the fan oven

[clockwork-carstairs]

Do you see him too? / I see him.

I never moved on from this btw. Do you see him, too? Absolute insanity to have a love like that. A love so strong nothing could ever really keep you apart, not life or death or a hundred and thirty years.

[drowning-in-deadlines]

I'm sorry but there will never be a time when the silent brother hivemeind is not funny.

Then Clary goes to the Silent City and they poke through her head, try to destroy the block, go through her memories, do everything they can to find out who is at the bottom of this.

Meanwhile, Jem, who must know what they're doing because he's part of the hivemind, and also knows exactly which two warlocks helped Jocelyn disappear, and was an active participant in helping in the disappearance:

[theoriginalmeep]

About the Jem Infinite comics... At the end of the part 5 Jerrica transforms into, what looked to me like, a Jemified version of herself (Blonde Jem??) -- but then at the start of part 6 she's just regular Jem with no explanation... Was that a coloring error? Was there a change of plans between issues...?

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

oh god i just watched The Starling Girl oh god

i have thoughts about jem and her dad

everything was SO. i don’t think i can ever watch that movie again it took me a couple tries to finish because i kept pausing to wail and sob, it was awful

i don’t think i’ve ever seen a piece of media depict a father/daughter relationship that way that well (in my humble opinion). seeing your daddy almost as a god. knowing he could lift you out of Situations. maybe not the brunt of it, maybe not straight away, but you know he could if he just woke up, and so you trust him. because you know that deep down, under it all, he’s gentle just like you and he KNOWS you and he understands why you do things, not like working out a math problem or anything but because he just is you and you are him. oh god

if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that you’re alike, who’s to say?? at least you have one person who gets you, but he’s known you your whole life and you’ve only known him for a fraction of his, so it’s not reciprocated and there’s that huge cavern of guilt cutting through your chest. does he love you or hate you? depends on the day. depends how he’s feeling about his life

and then the special hurt of seeing him down on his knees, having to haul him back up to his feet, see him cry or go way too still and quiet, or having to accept his apology to you. not disappointed, but just shocked, because you realise that he’s not a god and he can’t save you. even if he was a god, he couldn’t save you, because he couldn’t even save himself. and you want to save him but you don’t know how, and then you realise that that’s maybe how he felt about you the entire time he was watching you grow up

you’re young so you don’t know about all the things out to get you, or things that might trip you up accidentally, and you realise that neither did your daddy. you always figured that you’d get wiser as you got older, but now you realise that you’re gonna have to fight blind.

but yeah, also, the weird terror of maybe ending up like him. is the defect hereditary? who’s fault is it? half doomed on my daddy’s side. and all the similarities start to feel like signs

anyway i ugly cried when jem pulled up outside that ugly little bar. she’s dancing to Feel Everything, in the way her daddy probably played and sang to Feel Everything, and that made them conduits for something magical. Maybe it was worship. maybe it was God

(if you ever want to watch this movie, keep in mind that there’s a lot that could make it really hard 🤘🤘🤘 religious trauma and abuse, grooming, pls just know what you’re getting into 🙏🙏)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[pocketramblr]

there is a non zero chance that this heralds Earth-891 as one that'll end up with three Steels, three Supermen, three Superboys, and three Supergirls all at the same time. But on the other hand, Supernova and Starlight compel me too, so guess we'll see.

[garvalhaminho]

"[tessa] had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. or that it would taste of holy water. holy water and blood."

i tabbed this passage of clockwork angel when i reread tid since i thought it funny, and it was the one absurd/dramatic quote i could remember, but now i'm thinking of it more and more and it got me wondering.

of course, there's a big dichotomy between holy water and blood. holy water, as the name suggests, being holy, pure, blessed, heavenly almost, and blood meaning some kind of violence has occurred, some kind of sin. and water washes way almost everything, but could the pure wash way the sin, the sin being love? supposedly love is the purest of all. but the sin of loving someone knowing if they reciprocated they would die, the blood would be theirs this time, you would've doomed them and led them to their death. maybe the blood is will's sister, ella, the one he believes he doomed. and the holy water is him attempting to purify himself, to not cause any more harm by avoiding being loved. but there is still sin in not pushing jem away like he should, like a pure sinless heart would.

[lesbocrocker]

rereading the infernal devices and these people cannot stop comparing Will to a dog

[wee-english-fella]

trying to think of how to redo my blog layout - be honest should i bring back this header i made on Paint in 2016? (/silly)

[zickmonkey]

Not to post about personal things but

[mxbitters]

considering getting another hair rerooting needle and customizing a monster high adjacent doll so it’s brian molko

[im-out-of-it]

you know TID wouldn’t be that bad if Tessa wasn’t an insufferable main character who only really cared about Will or if there was less of Will and more of Gabriel Gideon Sophie Cecily and Jem and it wouldn’t be as bad if CC didn’t write it

it could actually be a genuinely good series. a time period where warriors fight some evil thing where you have the sweetest man to exist (Jem duh) and you have a strict but dry sense of humor brother (Gideon duh) and you have the fun but needs to learn his lesson and always has some shit to say brother (Gabriel duh) and a maid servant who has a complex history and has been through a lot and who decides they want to be a warrior too (Sophie duh) and I guess if you have to add Tessa and Will but actually make them tolerable. and you add a fiery young woman who doesn’t have time for any shit and just wants to be the best young warrior (Cecily duh)

like that’s actually not that bad of a series. but of course cc had to take the Greek meaning of parabatai + make it super one sided + make only one character matter for the entirety of the series and ruin everything

look I know it’s not easy writing, I write my own stuff but if CC taught me anything, it’s to never release my shit because I hate on all her books so damn much lmao (she deserves it though) and I do not take criticism well. (anyone who has read my bitchposts knows I’m extra feeling and extra dramatic about everything) but if you can’t handle heavy topics and ruin everything what a series could be, take a class. she’s made enough money to learn how to write 💀

she literally turned everything that could be great about TID and TLH and just fucking massacred it

RIP WHAT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN TID AND TLH

[cassandraclare]

Kit to Ty

Election day: misery, stress, hair-pulling, at least for Americans (and a lot of other people around the world affected by our politics!) So I thought I'd post a distraction; I hope it helps and doesn't annoy!

A while ago I posted the beginning of a letter from Kit to Ty, created for a Kickstarter backer. Here's the full text:

A letter from Kit to Ty, never sent.

Ty, Ty, Ty.

Your name looks strange written out like that. Like an abbreviation. But Tiberius would be so formal. I never think of you that way. Or, I suppose I should say, I never thought of you that way. Tenses matter in these situations, I guess.

It’s late, past midnight, and I’m sitting on the windowsill in my bedroom at Cirenworth. Jem and Tessa gave me one of the best rooms. Of course they did. It has a view out over the gardens. Sometimes I see the ghost of a dog there, a golden retriever I’m pretty sure, running in and out of the flowerbeds. He seems like a pretty happy ghost. I think about how much you like animals and how much they love you, because of course they do. But it’s too late; this dog passed away a long time ago. You probably couldn’t even see him. It’s too late for a lot of things, now.  

I’m still mad at you, and I don’t feel good about that. Maybe if I could forget, I could forgive. But I can’t forget that night you brought Livvy back. I’ll suddenly remember even when I’m thinking about something else. I’ll be in the middle of helping Tessa in the garden and suddenly I’ll turn around and I’m back in Idris. 

I remember I told you I loved you. I remember I told you I would help you, but not if you raised Livvy from the dead. Not if you did necromancy. But you wanted that more than you wanted me.

And I understand that. I’m not angry about that. Here’s what I’m angry about: when you brought Livvy back, you changed yourself. You made yourself a different person than the one I loved. I don’t know the person you are now. You took yourself away from me. I can’t forgive that. And you made me someone who has to keep a secret I never wanted to keep. I was raised by someone who had so many awful secrets, and when I started my life as a Shadowhunter I wanted to do it openly, and honestly. But now I’m just someone else with secrets I can never tell. Just like my dad.

It makes me angry, so angry. I want to yell at you. I wish you were here so I could yell at you.

Kit

[amultitideofdrops]

So one thing about Julian is he is so serious about his job as a healer. Trying to cure the Jem Hadar is an obvious example, or deciding to settle down on Teplan for 2 months for a chance to help them.

But there's two times in the series where arguably the two people closest to him lash out at him in pain--and you can see he is hurt by what Garak/Miles say to him. But he doesn't stop for a second trying to help him, because he understands that they are scared and this man cannot stop himself caring.

It's really hard even in AU's to imagine him wanting to be anything but a doctor, not because he's intelligent but he is at his core so damn compassionate.

[layniapetrovnaaa]

A Ruby Necklace and a Confession

Request/Summary: heyy can I request an Atticus Finch x f!reader where they've been friends for a while and both are developing feelings? maybe some jealousy on his part and a cheesy confession at the end? I've been simping for him pretty hard lately and was shocked by the lack of fics 😭

Warnings: Fem-Reader, Set in the 1930s, Flirting, Pining, Jealousy, a smooch, Alexandra being Alexandra, its basically all fluff and if I missed any please lmk!

Word Count: 2.6k

This is an x reader written in 3rd person pov with she/her pronouns

I think I started writing this fic like four years ago so bare with me 😭

***

Atticus Finch is not a man who takes relationships lightly. Professional, familial, platonic, and certainly not romantic. It takes time for him to develop relationships with people and connect with them. Of course, he’s a charmer, there’s no denying that. All of the Finch siblings are, Alexandra being the occasional exception; but to actually connect with someone, that was a different story for the small-town lawyer. 

It had been a few years since he had been involved in the Tom Robinson trial. Things in Maycomb had cooled off a little bit, but the Finch’s were still slightly on the outs, I guess that's why she took to them so quickly, and them to her. 

She came to town unannounced. How Stephanie Crawford didn't know about her settling into Maycomb until she was already living across the street would always be a mystery to Atticus (and Miss Stephanie, as a matter of fact). She came quietly, though her presence was anything but. She was the latest and most juicy gossip Maycomb’s had in a while. For what reason, Atticus was once again in the dark (he didn't partake in the drama and gossip much). She seemed like a nice girl, but according to Maycomb, she was a bit too boyish and independent for the county’s liking. And besides that, she was educated and had been sent to a women's college in New York (that much Stephanie Crawford knew). A total outrage. 

Atticus met her that next Saturday morning when Maudie had invited the Finch's over for breakfast. Scout took to her quickly, as did Jem; though her pretty face made the confident young teen a bit more awkward than he would have hoped. 

There was no denying she was pretty, what with the way her hair perfectly complimented her complexion and her eyes and smile rivaled to be her brightest feature. But it was her spirit that drew Atticus Finch to the young woman. She was smart, witty, funny, and vivacious. On that Saturday morning, they talked about books and the world and every little thing. They were both smitten instantly.

After their initial meeting, the father of two would often chat from across the street with his young neighbor. One morning when she had mentioned that she was in need of a job, he had the bright idea of hiring her as his secretary (of sorts). She thanked him with a home-cooked meal and informed him of her plan to work for him until she could find a position better suited for her degree. He, of course, agreed and understood, knowing that Maycomb was a small town. 

She started the following week and Atticus spent most of his days showing her around and training her for the job. They grew close during this time, there were inside jokes and meaningful glances. She would bring him lunch occasionally as well, staying to eat with him (and flirt with him). Though, neither would dare say that there was anything more behind their fraternizing besides honest friendship, yet, Maycomb and Alexandra Handcock felt otherwise.

“She is too young for you, Atticus. That’s all I’m trying to say.“

“Thank you for reminding me I’m an old man, Zandra.” Atticus teased. It seemed as though, the older he got, the more the sarcastic remarks seemed to fall right out of his mouth (the sarcasm reserved for his siblings and occasionally Jem and Scout).

“That’s not-- I’m just trying to warn you. I know work has kept you quite busy as of late, but this younger generation, well they are just somethin’ else I tell you.” Alexandra aggressively stirred whatever it was she was cooking over the stove.” Atticus, you’ve seen ‘er. The short dresses and red lipstick, it’s disgraceful! Is that someone you want Scout looking up to?” she turned around to face him now, wooden spoon in one hand, the other on her hip. 

Atticus stands picking up his coat and hat.

“She's a very fine young woman, Zandra.” is all he says as he puts on his hat. He decides to leave it at that. He could defend his young friend all he wanted, but Alexandra wouldn’t budge. “We better get going now, thank you for lunch.” He then calls to the children that it's time to leave.

“You mind her, Atticus!” his sister shouts from the kitchen, unable to leave her cooking.

“Have a good day, Zandra.” Atticus calls as he, Scout, and Jem exit the landing.

Atticus was used to his sister’s comments, but there was something about their earlier conversation that kept his mind occupied during the car ride back to Maycomb. Why hadn't he denied her insinuations that there was something more than friendship between him and his secretary? And why had he left so quickly after she brought it up? He knew it was best to nip Alexandra's accusations and insinuations in the bud, but normally he humored her gossiping a bit more. 

***

“Cal!” Atticus called through that house as he shrugged off his coat. “Would you mind making an extra serving of supper tonight? I invited our neighbor over for dinner...again.” Cal, who had popped her head out of the kitchen doorway, grinned at the single father. “Yessir.” 

Then came the thumping of footsteps. Scout (of course) came bursting into the hallway with a goofy grin. “Oh, Atticus.” she giggled, her feet were still planted where they originally stopped but she leaned her back shoulders against the wall behind her. Atticus raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her antics. “Yes, Scout?” He hangs up his coat and slips off his shoes. She watches him for a moment, a playful grin once again tugging at her lips. “Nothin’.”

And she bolts to Jem's room. 

Everyone knew of Atticus’ crush before he did. It was a hot topic among the kids and Calpernia did her best to shut the rumors down even though she too knew of the events unfolding. It was impossible to miss. The longing stares and slight stutter was most unusual for the father of two. The fact that he invited her over for supper nearly every night didn't help either. How could he not invite her over again when here she was looking utterly radiant flipping through the pages of her book, and here he was, unable to focus on his reading as he admired her. Maybe the gossip wasn't gossip.  Jem and Scout had gone to bed about an hour ago and Calpernia had just left. Atticus had offered Cal a ride, nearly insisting, but she simply shook her head and gave the man a knowing smile, closing the door quietly behind her. 

“What are you starin’ at Mr.Finch?” the young woman flirts with a shy smile.

“Oh, just thinking.” He closes his book. “Are you traveling back north to see your folks for the holidays?”

“I’m not sure yet, I haven't thought about it too much to be completely honest.” she closes her book too, bringing her legs down from off the chair she was sitting in and instead crossing her legs. “I haven't got too much family left around anyways.” 

“Well, if you'd like, you're welcome to join us at the landing for Christmas this year. Jack is coming to town next week. I know he and the children would be quite thrilled to see you there.” 

“Oh I'm sure he would.” She roll her eyes and Atticus hums humorously at her exasperation. 

She had already met Jack once before. He came for a week to visit for Scout's 10th birthday. The youngest finch was beguiled by the girl instantly. He had a thing for fiery women and the more he pushed the more she argued and he ate up every second of it. She liked Jack and his eccentric personality and wicked tongue. He was fun to flirt and contest with but both knew he was not the brother she was focused on. Unfortunately for all, that did not seem clear to Atticus. 

“Does your sister know you're inviting me over? From what Jack and the children have said I don't think she’s too fond of me.” 

“She’s not too fond of anyone, don't dwell on it, sweet.” He stands, letting out a sigh and walking over to her. “Besides, I think you deserve the chance for her to get to know you properly before forming any opinions.” He takes her hand as she stands from the chair “I’ll walk you home.”

***

Christmas was rapidly approaching and it was decided that Atticus would be bringing the young neighbor along this year. Atticus made it known that she was not obligated to bring any presents but she insisted on getting Scout and Jem something for welcoming her so graciously. She didn't forget about the older man either, but he insisted on her not spending a cent on him, so instead she baked him something new every week in December, that he could not say no to. 

It was a later night at the firm and quite frigid out as well. On nights like this, she would wait patiently for Atticus to finish up and he would give her a ride back home with him. Busying herself with some last-minute gift wrapping, she hears the door swing open.

“There she is.” 

“Jack Finch.” 

She stands and makes her way over to the raven-haired man, giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. 

“Where’s that brother of mine?” he asks but calls loudly enough for Atticus to hear. 

As Atticus makes his way to the front of the building, his brother inquires about the scattered wrapping and cheap toys. 

“Ah, that's right. Alexandra did say that we'd have a floozy attending Christmas this year.” And the remark is barely out of his mouth before she slaps his shoulder and he feigns hurt. At the same time, Atticus had made his way out of the office and was quickly embracing his brother. The two exchange pleasantries and she continues wrapping but not for long before Jack starts on his devilry again. 

“Hmm, I do wonder what my caring ol’ brother got you. Perhaps a silk slip for you to wear for him?” Jack teased.

“That’ll do, Jack.” Atticus speaks calmly, yet the hint of embarrassment in his voice is unmistakable. 

She throws a present at the younger Finch (which he catches).

“Jack Finch you oughta be the naughtiest man in Maycomb county!” she chirped. “You’re lucky your older sister wasn't around to hear you say that.” She can’t help but laugh slightly, imagining what Alexandra would do if she heard that innuendo that had slipped passed his lips. 

“Besides,” she starts, straightening her dress. “Atticus and I agreed that we wouldn't exchange gifts due to the economic climate of my wallet.” she couldn't help but joke, and the brothers couldn't help but smile.

*** 

Christmas had finally come and so far it had gone better than anyone expected. Dinner had been lovely, there was absolutely no denying Alexandra's cooking. Both of the women had definitely had their guard up at the start of the holiday but as the dinner and questions went on Atticus’ guest seemed to be passing more of Alexandra’s tests than either had expected and therefore she was slightly less hostile than anticipated. Or maybe it was just that it was Christmas, either way, Atticus was grateful that she seemed to be feeling somewhat cheerful. In fact, she had tasked the young lady with dealing out the presents (as she was not quite trusted in the kitchen just yet). 

There were three more presents for the girl to pass out. One large box and two smaller ones. The larger one had a big nametag on it that spelled out Jem in large text. Clearly from Scout as she was not one for subtlety. The other was for Atticus’ sister Caroline, who she seemed to click with instantly that night. The last small box was thinner and more rectangular-shaped. It wasn't wrapped, but only because there was no need. The box was a soft velvet and a deep crimson color. The only decoration that adorned it was a simple green ribbon and a smaller nametag on it. Taking a peek at the name, her heart skipped a beat. It was her name on the card and that handwriting she could recognize anywhere. She admired the gift for another moment before she felt a presence behind her. 

“About that,” Atticus drawls, gently taking the velvet box in his hands. “Could I have a word with you? Out back, maybe?”

“You didn't.” she says with mock seriousness.

“I’m afraid so.” he jokes back.

And Jack Finch is just grinning. 

She follows him out onto the back porch of the landing. An elongated rocking chair was nestled in the corner surrounded by pale yellow gardenias. As she sat, she noticed the small wrapped box that was held firm in the older man’s long fingers. 

“So, I suppose that’s for me then.” she nods meekly to the gift.

“Indeed.”

The giving and receiving is gentle and warm. She delicately unties the ribbon and pulls out the dainty necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby hanging from the middle.

“Oh, Atticus I--” 

“How bout I put it on for you, hm?” His question is more rhetorical, and as she shuts her gaping mouth she realizes that that might be the first time he’s ever interrupted her. She hands him the necklace and turns so he will have an easier time putting it on. She sits up straighter and shivers lightly as his fingertips sweep over the back of her neck. She quickly feels her cheeks and ears heat from the intimate contact. 

Once it’s on, she turns back to face him. 

“I don’t know what to say-- thank you, Atticus.” 

He smiles at her and she gives him a heartfelt hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

He takes a deep breath in and his smile fades a bit as they pull away. 

“There’s somethin’ else, too” He places his hands on his knees and looks at her very matter-of-factly. And she looks cautious but listens willingly.

“We’ve-- uh-- We’ve gotten to know each other rather well since your moving here. The children seem to really like you being around and all.” He pauses and looks a bit shy but gains some confidence when he sees her grinning face. 

“They're both such lovely people.” she reassures and he gives an appreciative but still slightly nervous glance and suddenly she can't take it anymore. All the compliments, dinners, time spent together, and now the necklace. This beautiful necklace. No one had ever made her feel so loved or welcomed and she couldn't help herself when her eyes kept flicking down to his pouty lips and she's trying to focus on what he's about to say but sooner than either of them realize, they are leaning in and closing their eyes and her lips are pressed against his. One of his hands moves to her shoulder as the two fall deeper into the kiss. The nervous tension that filled the air dissipated entirely. As they separate she can't help but bite her bottom lip and look up at him. It's obvious on his face that her alluring look makes him want to indulge himself again, but instead, he chuckles a little and so does she. 

“I'm sorry–” she apologizes. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Well, I was just hopin’ you'd maybe like to be around a little more even.” he leans back slightly, and the hand that was on her shoulder is now rubbing circles over her knuckles. “You're a wonderful gal, and if you’ll have me, I'd love to take you out somewhere nice– court you properly.” 

“I would love that.”

The pair grin goofily at each other.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Atticus.”