#oh you sad unloved children

[roomba-mangga]

most american thing i've ever had the displeasure of hearing recently was "we are shareholders in god's kingdom"

[vaguely-concerned]

it probably says something either sad or deeply unfortunate about me as a person, but I'm darkly amused to see some people react to the reveal of the ultimate permeability of souls in tlt as a triumphant thing -- the "you can't take 'loved' away!!!" side of it all -- when my first reaction was such an immediate wave of 'oh, oh so this is why this series is horror, I truly understand now' distress haha. ngl the final confirmation of the self not being inviolable in the deepest way freaks me the fuck out far more than any moment of body horror in the series has managed. (these two elements are of course the two sides of one thematic coin; it's about the horror of our bodies and minds and selves not being inviolable things, and about the effect of violence on them on so many different levels. violence psychological and interpersonal, physical, subtextually sexual, emotional, medical, political, a whole unlovely smörgåsbord of indignity and violation a person can be exposed to, and on a broader scale the spectrum of violence colonialism wields). The world and other people being capable of leaving indelible marks on us for good or ill through their presence in our lives is of course a pretty self-evident demonstrable truth in the real world, but somehow having it be proven metaphysically just uh. Fucks me up! 

It also drives home to me just how perfectly Muir has captured the dilemma at the heart of human connection and intimacy: the fact that the thing that gives us life and meaning is also capable of harming us so deeply. the same thing that can be so beautiful — even in a bittersweet, violently transformative form like with the creation of Paul — when done mutually and consensually and compassionately, is the same process that means someone like John can touch someone else's soul and 'after he's put his fingers on something, you'll never find anyone else's fingerprints on it; too much noise'. I think the text itself — the whole series, because to me this is what it is ultimately about, this tension between individuation/self vs. love/connection/enmeshment — is far more ambivalent in its treatment of it than saying it’s inherently a good thing or inherently a bad thing. The only thing it says for sure is that it is always a thing, that thinking you’re ever getting away from it is the height of futility, and that through being alive (or even through being dead lol) it is something you have to engage with in some way no matter what. Contact with other people is deeply necessary — without it we sicken and die. it can be the most beautiful and meaningful thing in a human life, and the most unspeakably horrific. All of these people are searching for some way to be whole, whether in total self-contained sufficiency on their own or in melding with someone else as their ‘other half’, and stumbling around in the dark they reach for each other and score deep wounds into the thing they’re trying to touch even when they don’t mean to. Taken to horrific extremes with the form of lyctorhood John guided his disciples to when they were ‘children — playing in the reflections of stars in a pool of water, thinking it was space’, because while people hurt each other all the time with differing levels of intentionality behind it, what John did was deliberate. It weaponizes the misapprehension of what closeness must be and destroys everyone involved in the process… and all because it leaves John the one sun their ruined lives have left to orbit around, because that’s the closest thing his soul will allow to connection. He doesn’t understand that to truly touch something you have to truly let it touch you back, and then wonders why he’s never satisfied.   

‘The horrors of love’ has been memed to death, I know, but… yeah. That is what it is, isn’t it.

[idkjustlemmedrownlikerab]

Midnights (Marauder's Version)

Welcome back to the new series by @marsmarauders and I. Obviously we got carried away again but here you have every single song from Midnights related to the Marauders characters :D

So we present to you... Midnights (Marauder's Version)

Lavender Haze

“The 1950s shit they want from me, I just wanna stay in that Lavender haze"

Like this song is very obviously Jily falling hopelessly in love with each other I don’t think it needs to be further elaborated

Maroon

“When the silence came, we were shaking, blind and hazy, How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

Wolfstar, but specifically like… November 1981. The vinyl reference, "the lips I used to call home," "laughing with my feet in your lap," and "the rust that grew between telephones" signifying how they weren’t communicating well and hiding things from each other "I see you everyday now" cause Remus sees the sky and what just so happens to be in the sky? Stars. Sirius also sees the sky from his prison cell and what does he see? Oh that’s right the moon!

Anti-Hero

“When my depression works the graveyard shift, All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room”

We had two theories for this one first being Regulus bcoz of the self deprecating vibe and “I'll stare directly at the sun (James) but never in the mirror”

But we could also see it as Mary post-war? It's hard to describe why, but everyone sees her as the Anti-Hero cause she saved herself even tho she had full right to do that

Snow on the Beach

For this one I was utterly confused and absolutely useless and Marls came up with this interpretation herself

"Can this be a real thing? Can it? Are we falling like snow at the beach?"

This song is Sirius's perspective specifically during the wolfstar forgiveness phase after the prank. "You wanting me tonight feels impossible".

You're On Your Own, Kid

"You're on your own, kid, You always have been"

Both of us agree that this song screams all the Black children because none of them chose this town (family) and dreamt of getting out, I mean the whole song recounts a young person who longs for love but eventually understands that they are on their own and always have been afterall whatever you do you can never escape the black family curse can you?

Midnight Rain

“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain”

I mean do I even need to say anything? Its jegulus bcoz they r the literal definition of opposites attract even tho they loved each other they were born on two different sides of a war which inevitably became the reason of their end.

Question…?

"Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room"

Dorlene. That’s it, like we have no explanation, just vibes.

Vigilante Shit

"I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends, Don't get sad, get even"

Both of us agree it could be both Regulus or Dorcas because canonically Regulus knew about the horcruxes, and died while deceiving the dark lord and on the way to kill him (also bonus bcoz the final blow which made him take this decision was bcoz Voldemort exploited Kreature so Reg decided to get even) Dorcas on the other hand canonically had to be killed by Voldemort himself because she was posing as too big a threat to his empire

Bejeweled

"Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind, Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind"

Lily about Severus and how even tho she  mourns and misses her friendship with him, it will never be worth more than her self respect and how she won’t let him walk all over her, a diamond’s gotta shine afterall ;)

Labyrinth

"Uh oh, I'm falling in love, Oh no, I'm falling in love again, Oh, I'm falling in love"

To me this song is sooo obviously jegulus coz of the chorus alone, its James realizing that he’s falling in love again, this time with Regulus after pining after Lily for years. Just how when he thought he was “unlovable” and it was all doomed this sickly, victorian looking, snarky slytherin boy swoops in and steals his heart right out of his chest

Marls has her own hc for Emmary tho where basically Mary was in love with Lily but it was unrequited and then she had a situationship with Emmaline but ended up catching feelings which is so perfect for this song

Karma

"And I keep my side of the street clean, You wouldn't know what I mean"

Again I had no opinion on this song coz it felt like too happy and too upbeat a song for any of these miserable sods (I still love them ) but Marls swooped in with a brilliant interpretation which was that its from Dorcas’ pov to the slytherin trio basically throwing shade at them for choosing to stay and join the death eaters instead of leaving and fighting for the “right” side like her

Sweet Nothing

"They said the end is comin', everyone's up to somethin' I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings"

Now for this song we had differing views with me being a jegulus girlie while Marls being a jily girlie (we still love both the ships tho, we just have a preference)

To me the song is jegulus coz I see it as them expecting the inevitable end of their relationship and doom due to the impending war and their family’s differing views and them just trying to tune everything out to spend their limited time together and in love.

On the other hand Marls interpreted is as to when the Potters were in hiding with only each other and Harry for company. How they could see that the war was on full ride and they were at the centre of it while still trying to create some sweet and happy memories with their son

Mastermind

"I laid the groundwork, and then, Just like clockwork, The dominos cascaded in a line, What if I told you I'm a mastermind?"

(Try and tell me the whole bridge doesn’t scream Regulus Arcturus Black.) To me the song is about Regulus because the man literally was a mastermind, while being a death eater he planned to betray Voldemort by destroying a horcrux and he was actually successful in retrieving it tho maybe I’m a little biased due to his characterization in the fic only the brave (Marls also thinks the song could be about James bcoz of the bridge "To make them love me and make it seem effortless")

The Great War       

"I vowed I would always be yours, 'Cause we survived the Great War"

Marls didn’t really have an opinion on this one but for me it was very clearly wolfstar. First reason obviously being the fact that they are pretty much the only couple who actually survived the war (the first one that is, we all remember how the second one went). "Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed" being how they both thought the other was the spy and the prank

Bigger Than The Whole Sky

"Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness, 'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea"

Now this could go two ways one being the black brothers,

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, You were bigger than the whole sky"

Basically how Sirius feels when Regulus gets the dark mark. Because his brother is too far gone

Bonus since Regulus dies literally all out at sea

The other being marylily bcoz of

"What could've been, would've been, What should've been you"

"And I've got a lot to pine about, I've got a lot to live without"

Obviously from Mary’s pov since Lily is dead

Paris

Now Marls had no idea about and I suggested rosekiller just coz of vibes and coz

"I wanna brainwash you, Into loving me forever"

This seems like something Barty would definitely say

High Infidelity

"You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, The slowest way is never loving them enough"

To me this song is bartylus coded (don’t worry they then get together with Evan and James and have a happy relationship) especially coz of this one specific rosekiller microfic I’d seen if I find it I’ll reblog it with this post

Glitch

"In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground, But it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout"

We agreed this song gives off wolfstar vibes tho we are open to suggestions

Also 2190 days is six years which is around the same amount of time wolfstar dated if we hc that they got together around their 5th year :D

Would've, Could've, Should've

"If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?, Years of tearing down our banners, you and I, Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

Now this track could be taken in many contexts I like the interpretation of it being from the Black children’s perspective to their parents

And another one being from Remus to Greyback

"And if I was a child, did it matter, If you got to wash your hands?"

Marls also suggested it being from Narcissa’s pov to Lucius or Bellatrix, regretting not going with Andromeda which also fits wonderfully

(Since it in itself is talking about the person suffering due to a relationship when they were young and it even now haunts them I feel like this song could be interpreted many many ways bcoz all of the marauders era characters dealt with a lot of trauma at a young age)

Well obviously since most of them didn’t even reach their twenties

Dear Reader

"Dear Reader, if it feels like a trap, You're already in one"

 Peter Pettigrew. Need I see anything more?

Hits Different

"In the good in the world, you once believed in me, And I felt you and I held you for a while"

Lily without Snape in her life especially when she starts falling for James

You're Losing Me

"How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?, I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick, My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick"

For this one there wasn’t even a discussion needed it is wolfstar during the first war and we won’t hear otherwise. How even tho Sirius and Remus loved each other, the pressure of the war itself was too much on them especially coz they were so young and also coz of how Peter was manipulating them against the other ("Was it because I'm a werewolf?" "Was it because I'm a Black?" I’m sorry). They could see their relationship was straining, they kept waiting for the other to take a risk, a step to fix it and how even through their suspicions, they loved each other regardless

AAAAND THAT'S A WRAP!! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!!

Make sure to come back to see Evermore, coming soon! (To a theater near you.)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

hi, i really love your art!! (it's so cute and is singlehandedly feeding my RE obsession fr, thank you so much ^_^) do u have any playlists or songs that remind u of the games/characters?

OH YEAH BABEY I WAS WAITING FOR THIS!

ethan:

when i was done dying - dan deacon

evil - interpol

SAD- lemon demon

hermit the frog- marina and the diamonds

watching him fade away - mac demarco

the outsider- marina and the diamonds

chateu (feel alright) - djo

passing out pieces- mac demarco

dead or alive- oingo boingo *

poor grammar- roar *

chris:

gotta be a reason - alec benjamin

heaven knows im miserable now- the smiths

lonely zone- vansire

karl:

power freaks- jean dawson

community gardens- the scary jokes

kiss me son of god - they might be giants

eveline:

maybe- flower face

the tv made him do it- moon walker *

mia:

rules- the hoosiers

our word -36 questions

youth- daughter *

miss dimitrescu:

when a woman is around- unloved

mithan:

the truth -36 questions

MIA- chakra efendi

birds dont sing - TV girl

yr the best - carpet garden

care- TEMPOREX

no children - the mountain goats

lost kitten- metric *

rosemary: *

wild sage (cover) - claypup (the mountain goats)

wintersberg: *

evil side- the dirty nil

me and mr wolf- the real tuesday weld

( if i update i will reblog :3)

(* means recently added)

updated:

1/28/23: added a song to ethan, mia, eveline, mithan added rosemary and wintersberg section

(btw these arent songs that i think they would listen to, these r songs i could explain why every single line of lyrics relates to the charcter and how i can imagin a entire animation to it)

[sincerelyhannahx]

To celebrate Asexual Visibility Week (which Happy Asexual Visibility Week by the way omg), here is a list of characters who are now asexual because I said so:

Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens) I mean, this is basically canon for me already but their relationship genuinely means so much to me because it's not inherently romantic or sexual or even strictly platonic, they just have such a strong emotional bond and love each other in a way that I think could only be asexual. And being fairly new to my sexuality (not even a year yet) I really needed that. Maybe I don't want an allonormative relationship - maybe I just want what they have. Idk they're just really special to me.

Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Belle being ace removes the beastiality aspect of the story so I think this is best for everyone involved. (This goes for Tiana too, actually - ace!Tiana, let's go). But she literally fell in love with the Beast because of his personality alone after spending a long time getting to know him (and because of a library but ykw me too girlie). And it helps that I've had a strong attachment to Belle since like forever (I actually played her in a school production when I was 6).

Peter Pettigrew (Harry Potter) Right, so I do hate Peter and I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to, but omg he is so asexual. And definitely not saying that asexual people are going to betray and murder their best friends but I feel like not fitting in with his very allonormative group and maybe not even knowing what the term asexual means could be an interesting motivation for his actions. Peter feeling like he's broken somehow for not feeling what the others are feeling, thinking there must be something wrong with him since everyone else is falling in love, viewing himself as unloveable because platonic love isn't enough when everyone else has a brilliant romance, turning to the Dark Lord because he's been left behind but maybe this will fix him... and then losing that platonic love too and realising he didn't need fixing after all and his friends were enough, but now it's too late. So, anyway, ace!Peter makes me sad.

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) "There's never been anything romantic between Gale and me." This is 100% because Gale is a walking red flag but I'll take it as an aroace thing too. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me any time you feel like it.” The fact she didn't fall head-over-heels in love with Peeta as soon as he said this is honestly all the evidence I need. Also trying to act like you're madly in love with someone? I know it was for survival but, again, I'll take what I can get. "What I need is the dandelion in the spring... And only Peeta can give me that." This is not an allosexual relationship, I will not change my mind. Personally, I think Katniss is probably demisexual and I love her for that.

The Doctor (Doctor Who) If I had a nickel for every time David Tennant played an 'immortal' genderfluid asexual non-human who loves the stars and humanity, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. But, yeah, the Doctor is asexual, that's just canon for me (and David Tennant said it too soooooooo).

Zoe Nightshade (Percy Jackson) The Hunters of Artemis are a sisterhood that requires you to swear off love and relations with men. Oh no, what a sacrifice! Come to think of it, she also has a connection to the stars - this is becoming a recurring thing.

Artemis, Athena, and Hestia (Greek Mythology) The fact there is a trio of asexual goddesses will never not make me so happy. In the Homeric Hymns, 5, To Aphrodite, Aphrodite is described as having "no power" over these three, which basically just confirms what everyone was already thinking. Artemis is quite literally the Maiden Goddess, who asks her father, Zeus, to forever remain a virgin and protect those who wish the same. Athena never took on any lovers (and in the Percy Jackson series, her children are conceived through her thoughts and born in the same way she was). And Hestia just wanted to be left alone with her hearth, also never marrying or having children.

Barbie (Barbie) "To do what?" Girlie literally has nothing going on down there (for the majority of the movie, idk what happened at the end) and doesn't understand why Ken wants to stay over because they're girlfriend boyfriend. The point of the Barbies is that they show women can be everything so, legally, no one can stop me saying she's an asexual icon.

Regulus Black (Harry Potter) I apologise to all the Jegulus stans out there but you can pry Regulus from my cold, dead hands. Asexual and Bi/Pan friendships are my absolute favourite (shout out to me and my bestie <3) and that is exactly what he's got with Pandora. Also, after Sirius was disowned, the responsibility of continuing the Black family line would fall to Regulus and that aroace pressure makes for some beautiful angst. And it means he's okay with sacrificing himself because at least he won't have to force a life he doesn't want. Why does the Marauders era always turn so sad so quickly?

Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows) Again with the Asexual and Bi/Pan friendships - I'm really just projecting myself and my best friend onto Inej and Nina, but who's going to stop me?

Elsa (Frozen) and Merida (Brave) Watch out, Disney; I'm coming for all of your princesses. I'm putting these two together because they could be asexual but I could also see them as lesbians - or maybe they're both.

Charlie Weasley (Harry Potter) He is the blueprint. Mum wants me to get married and settle down? Yeah, okay, but have you heard about dragons?

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts) He is also the blueprint. Yeah, okay, but have you heard about every beast to ever exist ever?

I could keep going but I won't (for now). But honestly, we need more asexual characters in media because we're so underrepresented and it's such a serotonin boost. Like in S4 of Sex Education, I actively gasped and had such a big smile on my face when O came out as ace (at the representation, not the being forced to come out). Anyway, Happy Asexual Visibility Week!

[britany1997]

so i can’t seem to fall asleep, and i know i asked whether this would be okay or not a couple minutes ago, ignore this if it’s not okay but i’ll just send this in before i forget it ;-;

the lost boys x male reader

the prompt song is No Children by The Mountain Goats

thank you so much, and i’m so sorry for the double request thing my brain has been going crazy with ideas

Hand in Unloveable Hand

I can totally write this for you! This is a dark song so this fic is gonna be dark (so we’re gonna make this David centric cause he’s the darkest in my mind😈) hope you like this!

Poly! Lost Boys x Male Reader (David centric)

Warnings: angst, mentions of forced turning, return of toxic David, lots of mocking, talk of death/wanting to die, I think that’s it

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Cigarette smoke clouded the night air around you as you took a drag under the light of the moon.

It was the same scene every night: you smoking outside the opening of the sunken hotel, completely alone.

Sometimes visions of nights with your boyfriends passed through your mind fondly, tearing up the boardwalk, having bonfires on the beach, making out under the stars, you missed it.

But unfortunately, the curtain had been pulled back. You’d seen the wizard and now the illusion was broken and you were faced with the sinister truth. You had never understood why people swore ‘ignorance is bliss’ until now.

You heard a rustling coming from behind you. You rolled your eyes and positioned yourself so that your back was to the ladder. You’d thought you’d made yourself very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the handsome biker gang that had stolen your heart and much more.

“Nice night for a smoke,” David’s even toned voice purred, “mind if I join you?”

You laughed humorlessly, “when has it ever mattered what I want?” You asked, still staring into the night sky, refusing to give him the dignity of turning all the way.

David smirked and slid down beside you, pulling his own pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and whipping one out. “Gotta light?” He asked.

You shook your head, again refusing to meet his eyes, “why, you wanna take that from me to?” You questioned calmly.

David grunted, “you know,” he started as he pulled a lighter from his jacket, “the boys and I have had quite enough of your little pity party.”

You snapped to meet his gaze, your eyes filled with fury and defiance. “Pity party?” You spit as your eyes narrowed at the bleach blond vampire.

David’s eyebrow raised, “isn’t that what you call it when someone indulges in their own self-pity?”

You glared spitefully.

David leaned back, “you mope around all night, you don’t come to the boardwalk anymore, you don’t speak to us,” he listed, “Paul was in tears after you ignored him for an entire week.”

You stood tossing your cigarette and stomping it out, “I think my reaction is entirely reasonable,” you grit through clenched teeth, “considering what you did to me, what’s been taken from me-”

“And what exactly has been taken from you,” David asked as he stood to his feet as well, staring you down.

“Yeah so we told you the blood was wine, big fucking deal. We lied for you, for your eternity,” David spoke firmly, “so you could live with us forever.”

“You get on your little soapbox and you swear that we stole your mortality from you, your precious little life,” he mocked.

“But I rescued you. I fucking saved you from a lifetime of mediocrity.” He jerked you to face him by the collar of your jacket. You snarled as he blew smoke in your face.

“I gifted you eternal life,” he whispered, “and you’re sad because oh no now you can’t die?” David leases his hold on you, prompting you to stumble back.

“Let me give you some advice handsome,” he said tapping ash from his cigarette, “get over mortality. We did.”

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Hmm thought you weren’t gonna do that anymore,” David teased, raising his eyebrow once more, “I’m dying for you to fuck me pretty boy.”

“Well,” he laughed, “not dying I guess.”

“I could run,” you threatened, “I’m faster now, stronger too, I could leave you all.”

David laughed, “good luck with that,” he stated, “once we find and drag you back here, and trust me, we will always find you,” he pointed towards the full moon casting light upon you both, “you wouldn’t be seeing that for awhile.”

You scoffed, “is that a threat?” You asked.

“No darling,” he held your chin in his gloved hand, “it’s a promise, so be a good boy and come join us downstairs.”

You spit in his face and ripped your chin from his grip.

David wiped spit from the corner of his eye and glared at you, “don’t expect this much lenience moving forward,” he warned, “I’ve been very patient with you, but my patience is wearing thin.”

“I hope you die.” You told him seriously, “god I hope we both die,” you whispered, turning your gaze to the moon once more, begging whatever was out there to give you an expiration date.

David chuckled, moving towards the ladder, “well that’s too damn bad,” he told you, “because we can’t.”

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[loveandmurders]

Headcanon of Tiffany Valentine Falling in Love with a Childhood Friend Who Unlike Chucky Is an Awesome Guy and All Women Like Him How Would She Deal With This Infatuation and the Fact that He's Married?

Hello there, thank you so much for this request! This is actually my first male reader fic so I really hope it'll be alright <3

Enjoy <3

IN LOVE WITH THE MARRIED GUY

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, mentions of murders and violence, toxic relationships, mentions of sexual themes, manipulative, dark and violent Tiffany, angst.

Tiffany had always known you, since kindergarten, and she had always kept you in a corner of her mind. 

The kindness you showed her gave her comforting memories for when her life was shitty and for when she felt unloved and alone.

She hadn’t known tenderness and softness a lot in her life, so the thought you had been there for her at some point, made her feel better. 

And a little bit sad she wasn’t currently in your arms. Even when she was in Charles’.

But you weren’t in the same world anymore. She was in a dark one in which she killed to survive and for fun, when you were in a more normal one.

You used to be such good friends when you were children, but as you grew up you took different paths and your relationship got a little more distant.

When Charles was around, he forbade her to keep calling you. 

He was jealous.

He didn’t like how you could always make her laugh and smile. He didn’t like how happy she seemed when she was with you. He was a possessive man and more than once he thought about killing you.

Because of that, she lost track of you. She didn’t want Charles to do anything to you, so she did her best to protect you.

You moved in with your wife somewhere else you used to and you changed your phone number through the years she spent away from you as well. 

She didn’t know where to find you anymore. And you didn’t know what she had become either.

You sometimes thought about her and you hoped she was doing well, because you believed she deserved a lot better than what she had.

When Charles disappeared from her life, she felt how empty it was without you. It was like a hole in her chest. 

She thought a lot about you. Daydreaming of you in her bath, sometimes touching herself as well. She was idealising and fantasising you.

You were the perfect man for her.

But she had no idea how to find you and get you back in her life.

One day, fate seemed to be on her side, for once. 

She was in the street, looking at the shop windows. She couldn’t really buy anything but she still enjoyed having a look at all the goods in the city.

It was when she saw you. You were getting out of another store.

She thought she was dreaming. She couldn’t stop herself from walking to you and greeting you with a little wink and happy smile.

You recognised her right away and you brightly smiled back at her. You started to chat together in the middle of the street.

She flirted a little with you, testing the water. But you didn’t seem to notice it, or if you did, you never answered it.

She saw the ring around your finger. 

“Oh yes, I got married three years ago. We bought a house too. I guess I’m having a quiet little life now, but I like it and I love my wife, so everything is alright. What about you? Are you still with… hmm Charles, right?”

She felt like her world crumbled down. Of course a great guy like you got married.

“I always thought you’d left this town to have adventures.” she gently teased, not answering about Charles. She wanted to forget about him.

“Oh well yeah, adventures are good for kids. We enjoy to travel with my wife, but I won’t do anything too stupid anymore” you smiled

Tiffany was heartbroken but she couldn’t show it to you. 

She hated how things had changed while you were apart from each other. She hated all the time she lost with you. She hated that you had a wife.

But she was more than determined to change that. She wanted to be part of your life once again.

You exchanged your numbers and you started to spend time together once again.

She met your wife and she seemed very nice to her, no matter how deep down she hated her with everything she had. She wasn’t too sure how she was going to do it, but she was going to kill her.

Tiffany was certain that when your wife would be out of the picture, she could very easily seduce you. After all, you were soulmates, she thought. And she was obsessed with you.

You had never had a romantic or sexual relationship with her before, you were just very close friends.

But now she wanted more, she wanted you all to herself. She wanted something good in her life for once, and you were definitively it.

You were handsome, kind and smart. You apparently liked to be married, and she would be more than happy to be your new wife.

You just didn’t know it yet.

However, your wife noticed that Tiffany seemed very intense with you and it was worrying her a little bit, even though she wasn’t worried you would cheat on her because you weren’t like that.

You were a good husband to her.

But you absolutely didn’t understand when your wife was thinking Tiffany could be a menace to your marriage. Tiffany was so adorable to you and you remembered the bright little girl she used to be. You just thought she had a hard life, but it didn’t make her a bad person.

Of course, you had no idea about all the murders and dark rituals.

What needed to happen, happened.

Your wife died.

Tiffany was smart and you never suspected her. How could you when she was so supportive of you?

She helped you with the funerals and with everything, always by your side with gentle words to comfort you.

She even started to sleep in your spare bedroom so you didn’t stay on your own.

She didn’t like to see you that upset and she was worried you would do something stupid if you stayed alone… Like meeting another woman.

She spent months manipulating you and being all soft and cute with you, taking care of you like a sister, a mother, a… lover.

You had drunk a little the night you first had sex with her.

You were still quite depressed about what happened to your wife. But you also needed comfort and it was difficult to resist a woman like Tiffany, so hot and so caring when she wanted to be.

The moment she ended up in your bed, she thought she had won.

The next morning, you tried to explain to her that it was a terrible mistake, that you just lost your wife and that you couldn’t be that kind of man.

You told her you loved her but not like that.

But it was too late.

You were hers now. And she was going to make sure you would never forget about it.

Even if it meant keeping you locked up in the house basement and to break you until you would realise how much you were meant to each other.

Until, you would finally propose to her, so you could live happily ever after.

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

~ Rumors About Our Daughter ~ (fan fiction requested by @historical-epic)

Rumors questioning Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria’s legitimacy have been circulating within the Austrian Court. What do her parents think about this? What do they do?

Characters: Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, Empress Elisabeth of Austria

Valerie heard her mother talking to a random maid servant in the drawing room of their summer home Kaiservilla in Bad Ischl. Thought it sounded more like arguing to her.

“Don’t you dare make such treasonous accusations!” Elisabeth shouted, loud enough for 8 year old Valerie to make out what she said. 

“Y-Y-Your Majesty….I didn’t mean to…I was just implying that”

“What, that my daughter is illegitimate? That her father is not The Emperor? How dare you!”

Valerie had never heard her mother this angry before. It was quite shocking, more shocking than the rumors of her own illegitimacy. 

These rumors were swirling in and out of Kaiservilla for months now, mostly the fancy talk of lower servants. When the imperial family arrived, the servants had to be more careful about their gossiping and shut out their willful thoughts as these thoughts could imprison them for life, or even worse, death.

Emperor Franz Joseph I was married to Duchess Elisabeth of Bavaria, who later became Empress Elisabeth of Austria by marriage. But everyone close to her called her either Mother or Sisi. 

Together they had four children. Archduchess Sophie, who died young, Gisela, Rudolf, and Marie-Valerie. They all lived somewhat happy lives although there were problems in all.

Franz and Sisi had to bear the burden of ruling an all powerful Austro-Hungarian empire, Rudolf had to bear the burden of being heir, Gisela had to bear the burden of being unloved by her parents (it was very complicated), and Valerie now had to bear the burden of various rumors spreading about who her real father was.

There are plenty of servants and nobles who live at Kaiservilla and that means that there are various mouths to blab whatever they want about whoever they want. 

A few months ago, the topic of Empress Sisi and her lover Count Andrássy was being spoken about and somebody must’ve put together that Valerie might not have been her father’s daughter.

These were obviously just nonsensical rumors because Valerie was Franz’s child. She was legitimate. 

But Valerie herself didn’t know that and neither did all of the servants who had been blabbing their mouths off for months. 

“Get out of my sight! Sisi practically screamed at the frightened chamber maid who unfortunately gossiped at the wrong time to a footman.

The maid scurried off and Sisi sat down on the nearest chair and was trying to hold in tears.

“Mama..” Valerie walked in from the other room. “Was that maid talking about me?” She asked.

“Oh darling” Sisi held out her hands to embrace the trembling young girl who started to cry.

“Don’t pay any mind to what that filthy servant said. It was all lies and it wasn’t true at all.”

Sisi stroked her daughter’s unruly dark brown hair and continued to do so until Valerie broke the embrace.

“But Mama…I heard it all…I don’t know what this all means.” Valerie was on the verge of hysterics. 

Seeing her mother so upset ignited something in her that is usually hidden away. It made her angry and confused and utterly upset.

“Valerie darling” Sisi soothed. “All you have to believe is that you are your father’s daughter, you are my daughter. If somebody said that you aren’t then shame on them!” 

Sisi gave her youngest daughter a little playful slap which turned the sad frown on Valerie’s face into the wide smile that would be seen playing outside with her dogs or drawing pictures with her mother.

“You are Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, youngest daughter of Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, King of Hungary. That is who you are and you can’t listen to anybody if they say otherwise, especially the nasty servants who gossip.” Sisi softly placed a hand on Valerie’s face.

“Okay Mama, I love you very much.” The two hugged firmly again.

“Next time Valerie, don’t eavesdrop okay?” Sisi said strictly, but with a laugh.”

“Okay Mama!” Sighed smart Valerie as she skipped out of the room.

~

Later that night, when Valerie was doing her nighttime prayers, Sisi was informing Franz about the events of the day.

“Franz, darling,” Sisi spoke to her husband who was sitting calmly on the bed taking his boots off.

“Many people are questioning Valerie’s legitimacy, today I caught a maid servant gossiping with a footman. I’m greatly concerned.” Sis went over to sit next to Franz who wrapped his arm around her.

“Darling, you know those rumors are false. I remember the night we conceived. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. What makes you so worried?” Franz said

Sisi wanted to say that the rumors were specifically stating that Count Andrássy was the suspected father and that she never did anything with him except one small kiss, but she couldn’t say that to her husband. 

She loved Franz and Andrássy’s kiss brought her no affectionate feelings, minus disgust and anger, but this was just not the right time.

That was a story for another day.

Sisi decided to tell Franz the truth about half of the worries about this situation.

“I’m worried because Valerie was in the other room and she could hear me yelling at that maid.” Sisi was close to tears.

“She has never heard me that angry before and she came up to me afterword and was quite distressed...” Sisi wept into Franz’s arms while he gently stroked her back.

They might not have been passionate soulmates, but after all these years of marriage, Franz still loved Sisi, and the feeling was mutual.

“Sisi darling hush now, I will talk to her, I promise.” Franz stated his wife in the eye and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

He then exited the room and let Sisi undress peacefully.

As Franz was walking to Valerie’s rooms, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking more deeply about the rumors.

Why would anyone think that Valerie is not my daughter?

Valerie heard a sudden knock on her bedroom door.

“Valerie, darling, it’s Papa, can I come in?”

“Enter.” Valerie spoke softly as her nanny calmly put the book away and exited the room.

Franz came in and slowly sat down on Valerie’s bed.

“What’s wrong Papa?” Valerie noticed the solemn look on her father’s usually joyful face. At least he was joyful when she was around.

“Valerie…” Franz spoke in a nervous but fairly calm tone. “Mother told me about what happened today.”

Valerie’s face fell into a sad frown.

“Does everyone think like that maid thinks?” She said desperately. “Mama says that I shouldn’t listen to them…but I did.”

“Oh Valerie my dearest,” Franz wrapped his daughter in a tight embrace and rocked her around like he did when she was a baby. 

“Look in my eyes, Valerie, you are my daughter. Nothing can or will ever change that.” Franz was disgusted by these ugly rumors. His heart knew that Sisi could’ve and would’ve been unfaithful at times, and he could’ve been too. But he knew deep down in his heart that Valerie was his child, nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Papa is that really the truth?” Valerie asked longingly.

“Darling,” Franz cooed. “It will forever be the truth.”

“Oh Papa I love you so much!” Valerie gave her father a kiss on the cheek and a tight squeeze before hopping under her covers.

Franz kissed the little girl goodnight and exited calmly.

He knew that everything was going to be okay, and if not, he would take care of it.

~

[radical-revolution]

A HUMBLING PATH

Awakening is not a path for the faint of heart.

You will be humbled. Oh yes. Brought to your knees. Many, many times.

What you thought you knew will occasionally dissolve into nothingness.

Your most brilliant insights, your astonishing expertise, your life’s work, it can all crumble to the ground.

Sometimes without warning.

You will be asked to begin again, and again, and again.

And again.

(Did I say, this is not a path for the faint of heart?)

Oh yes, you will touch the bliss and joy of existence, for sure!

You will laugh at the simplicity of things, some days, of course!

But you will also be asked to confront your deepest fears, face the darkness and the night within, go to the places where the unloved creatures dwell.

You will step into pockets of grief you never knew were there.

You will cry a billion tears for the lost and abandoned children, within and without.

You will rage to the sky, to your parents, to all the teachers who failed you, to the lies you were fed, to the ones who never showed up when you needed them the most.

You will tremble with fear some days.

Some days the ground will open up and swallow you and spit you back out.

Sometimes you will think you’ve reached the end of the path, and then you will find yourself back at the damn beginning.

Sometimes you will feel like giving up.

Sometimes you will feel like you’ve made no progress at all.

Sometimes you will curse the day you started out on this journey.

But you are healing.

Yes, you are.

You are thawing, undoing billions of years of karma. Fear-based conditioning is melting away, and you are meeting life in the raw.

You are returning to nature, to the Garden, to the wild, where you were conceived.

It’s not always easy. It’s not always peaceful.

It’s not always the spirituality you were sold.

It’s not always love and light and joy and positivity and pure undisturbed Awareness.

(These are only dreams for frightened children.)

No, it’s an authentic awakening. You are a warrior of realness now, tired of the bullshit and the false promises, weeping and raging and laughing your way into the terrible, wonderful wholeness that you are.

All your old dreams have crumbled, but you have not.

The voices of fear and shame and doubt may still be with you, but you are bigger than them now.

You have days where you feel tiny, yes, but you have days where you can hold the whole damn Universe in the palm of your hand.

You have gone insane to be normal, you have cracked to be whole, you have traded the old security for a life of adventure, and given up the sad old dogmas for the thrill of not knowing.

You are finding safety in the darkest places, and beauty in the loneliest places, and love in the places you thought had been forsaken by love.

You are never abandoned by life, friend, for you are life, and even when you fall to the ground, you are completely supported by unknowable forces.

And so what. So what! You fall! You bruise yourself. You feel ashamed for a while. You weep out the old dream. So what! You cry out the expectation and you turn to face the reality and it is never, never as bad as you’d feared.

You pick yourself up, you dust yourself off, you get back on the path, and you walk on.

You never left the path, if truth be told.

For the path never left... you.

For the path forms itself under your very feet, in every Now, with each step that you take or do not take, rejoicing in your unique journey, celebrating you exactly as you are today, bowing to your failures as well as your victories.

So, begin again, friend.

Begin again.

And walk on.

- Jeff Foster

[deceiver-a-day]

Rulilas Gontaut

Reimbursing Rulilas Gontaut

• [x] returns the cost to Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] embodies an apology 

• [x] acknowledges failure

• [x] provides a new opportunity for Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] relieves you of your guilt

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Sometimes children grow up with a different perspective from most and see the spirits of things. Sometimes only partially. This has given rise to stories of monsters under the bed or in the closet.  Some see the spirit of a particularly uncomfortable shirt, an unloved toy, a cat’s stealthy vomit, their resentment of something a classmate said or a spirit of their own fear of the dark.

Me? Aside from the mostly friendly spirits of the floorboards, I was tormented by the spirit of my guilt.  It was two months before she came. Ms. Gontaut. I had seen her walking the halls at school. The other kids said she must’ve been a teacher for one of the older grades, but none of us really knew. She came over one evening just before bedtime, apparently she had called ahead because my mom seemed to be expecting her.

“Do you know who I am?” she smiled gently while I stood in my pajamas and my confusion. 

“Ms. Gontaut?”

“And do you know what I do?”

I shook my head.

“I check for monsters under beds.”  

My mom smiled as if this was a joke, but I could see the now-usual sadness in her eyes.

“Mine’s behind the dresser.”

“I check there too.”

After studying her for a moment, “Adults can’t see it.” My friends couldn’t either, but I didn’t want to seem too crazy.

Ms. Gontaut’s eyes twinkled as she offered her hand, “You’ll have to take me to it then.”

After checking for my mom’s nodded assent, I led Ms. Gontaut to my room and gestured to the offending dresser. She paused in front of it before pulling something out of her pocket and cooing and calling as if to coax a dog.

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It emerged with its sharp claws which it had used to dig into my heart the weeks previous and with its tentacles which it had used to choke me with sobs, but with its many eyes focused on this strange woman from school and, for the first time, without its fangs bared. As the monster ate the thing from her hand, she began to pet it and looked back to me.

“Have you given it a name?”

“What”

“A name. If you haven’t yet, that’s fine. I need to tell you something,” she gently took something that the monster had clutched in its claws, “You should probably sit.”

I sat on my bed and she handed me the thing she had retrieved. It was Iggles, an old gift from my father that I had lost years before from a time we visited an aquarium. I stroked the purple seahorse.

I’m sorry, I heard my father’s voice in my mind, Oh, Jimmy, I’m so sorry I had to leave you.

My eyes stung. But wasn’t it my fault? After all those angry things I had said that morning…

Ms. Gontaut’s hand was on mine, the other firm upon my monster. She shook her head.

“It isn’t your fault, Jimmy. It was never your fault.” She was studying the monster, interpreting its features.

“But I–” I broke into a sob.

“Maybe you said some words in anger that you regret, but you didn’t cause the storm and you didn’t loosen those rocks. You weren’t even there.”

“But what I said chased him! I saw it!” 

She gazed at me with an apologetic understanding. I realized I had never quite seen eyes like hers before.

Ms. Gontaut gestured toward Iggles. I handed him over and she held him up in front of me.

I’m sorry… my father’s voice whispered in my mind.

“Focus carefully on this seahorse’s eyes. It is normal for words to stick with someone for a time; to chase, to torment, to remain, to comfort. But your words did not kill anyone. Followed, yes, but they caused no harm to him. Normally, people don’t even see them. Would you like me to make it so that you can’t see them?”

I considered the option for longer than I would have expected, my eyes supernaturally transfixed to Iggles’s button eyes. Concern about the monster next to us crossed my mind.

“You don’t have to fear this one. It’s coming with me. It will not be lurking around invisibly.”

“O-okay. Yes. As long as you promise they won’t hurt me.”

“Then continue staring at the eyes.”

I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m sorry I frustrated you. I’m sorry I’m gone. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. I love you. I love you…

My father’s voice ceased apologizing. The world around stilled a bit and the spell that seemed to keep my eyes locked finally broke. The monster was gone. The floorboards were merely floorboards.

“The weight of the guilt of your father’s death is not anyone’s to carry, especially not yours. If you feel the need to apologize for something you said, you can write it down, maybe. Or tell your seahorse?”

I love you. I love you. I love you…

“I’m sorry, Dad. I don’t hate you. I miss you.”

Ms. Gontaut held my hand for a while. I felt better. Still raw and anguished, but less guilt-wracked…not that I understood it in those terms at the time.

“It will still hurt,” she broke the silence at last, “The world can be like that. But it…the world…can offer happiness from time to time. I will not tell you to shed your grief. Only your guilt. If you need to talk to me at school, stop me any time.”

—from The Memoirs of Jim Alastair Who Broke Florida

[lollytea]

fuck yes worldbuilding for the Huntlow Neverland AU. FUCK yes. love everybody's deals they're so interesting. question: what's the deal with Hunter and Belos? and do you have any backstory ideas for Willow beyond her history with Amity (which i love)? it's interesting that her main friends seem to all NOT be fairies

I dont really know about Belos I don't care about him all that much. What I imagine is that he and Caleb visited Neverland as children. They were orphans and didn't have any other sanctuary besides each other but Neverland seemed like their safe haven. Caleb eventually met a wild and rowdy Lost Boy named Evelyn and he decided that he wanted to return to the mainland with her and grow up. Philip was hurt that his brother wanted to leave the life they had made for themselves here but he reluctantly returned home with them. Real life adult problems commenced, years and years of tension and built up resentment on Philip's end, maybe he got really into religion (???) Caleb and Evelyn got pregnant out of wedlock (???) I dunno, blah blah blah blah stab.

Philip returns to Neverland to hide from his guilt (and the police) and relive his glory days but all it does is fuck up his sanity and now he hates this stupid fucking place with all his heart and soul. Its no longer his escapist fantasy from his boyhood. Its a vile abomination. Its Hell and he needs to destroy it somehow.

He and the Collector have a very weird relationship. It's not really as personally antagonistic as Peter Pan and Hook but rather, Belos is the "bad guy" in the Collector's games, which he obediently plays along with (keeps him alive). However, the Collector is very insistent that games be fair and so, he grants Belos' requests that he always have a Special Player on his team so his chances of winning are better. It makes the games more fun that way anyway.

And so, every few decades, the Collector returns to the mainland to bring Belos his Special Player. Upon his request, its always a baby or young boy that he steals from the nursery of the Wittebane family.

(A family which now believes themselves to be cursed because they so frequently have their children stolen in the night.)

The boys never last long. Belos isn't careful with his playthings and they often die before they even make it to manhood. Sad.

(Also. For reference. The subject of "growing up" on Neverland is kinda slippery. In some variations, Peter was actually the only one capable of remaining young forever, while Lost Boys aged and died all around him. In some variations, everybody who lives on Neverland remains in an ageless state. What we are gonna do in this case is make aging a state of mind. You grow old if you feel old. And honestly, most Neverland dwellers do as time passes. Except King and the Collector. Although, time is very weird here. Sometimes a few years in Neverland is just a few weeks back in the human world.)

As for Willow, I imagine her backstory BEGAN with the fight with Amity. But after that she became a lot more meek and less confident because she felt discarded and unloved. This made it very easy for other fairies (Boscha) to make her a bullying target. Willow is clumsy, Willow can't always control her magic, Willow isn't as fast at flying as Boscha, Willow is this and that and whatever.

Things are tense when Amity appears in Neverland and Willow does not want her there. And then she actually becomes kinda friendly with Boscha which hurts even more cuz Oh. So you don't hate fairies? It's just Willow you hate?? Huh. Good to know.

Her confidence begins to gradually build again after some time spent with Luz, Gus and eventually patching things up with Amity. And then Hunter comes along and he makes her feel like the most wonderful fairy in Neverland.

[cityoftheangelllls]

My Christmas Wish

Of course I will always love Christmas and always look forward to it, and I live for indulging myself with the nostalgia and gingerbread house making and spirit of giving and marathoning of classic Christmas movies, I feel that it's not as magical as it was when I was a child, and it's not just because of the trials and pains that come with getting older, but also because I realize that there are so many people out there who are less fortunate, and, for that reason, this time of year brings them a lot of pain.

There is not a day that goes by when I don't count my lucky stars and thank God for how fortunate I am. I live in a safe neighborhood and home with a loving family (even though they drive me nuts and we butt heads sometimes), I have a lot of friends, I have a good job, I enjoy indulging in my favorite hobbies and talents, and I find so much in the world that brings me joy and comfort and makes it worth it to keep on trucking when I'm not feeling my best. Oh, and I'm well on my way to getting my own place to live soon, or at least start looking for one.

And that makes it all the more painful when I think of people who don't have these things.

There are children and young adults living in dysfunctional or abusive homes, with people who don't love or care for them, feeling more neglected and worthless than ever each time this time of year comes around.

There are people living on the streets, completely alone, with no home, no family, no friends, no comfort, wondering when they're going to be able to eat next or if their death is coming soon.

There are people living in areas stricken by war and violence, fearing for their lives, unable to even celebrate due to their homes being destroyed and resources being cut off, wondering if this is going to be their last holiday season.

There are people struggling with disordered eating, hating themselves for eating even the smallest meal or the tiniest morsel of chocolate, especially as this time of year is focused on feasting and making yummy sweet treats.

There are people who are financially struggling or in dire poverty, living paycheck to paycheck, unable to do even the barest minimum for themselves or their families and friends, and it breaks their hearts that they are unable to give them something special this time of year.

There are groups of people who are not Christian or don't celebrate Christmas feeling ostracized and left out due to their different religions and traditions, and are likely to be even more targeted by hateful people during this time of year.

Finally, there are people who are just lonely, feeling alone at a time when no one should be alone.

These people should never be forgotten about during this time of year.

If I could make a single Christmas wish and have it come true in an instant, it would be that all this sadness and pain would stop. That everyone would feel safe, comfortable, and loved during the holidays, and that I wouldn't have to read about all the tragedy happening in the world, away from my small, sheltered, peaceful neighborhood.

Sadly, such tragedy has been the way of the world for ages, and it will continue so long as some humans out there are selfish and continue these painful cycles.

Needless to say, my heart is with everyone out there who feels alone and unloved during the holidays. You are NOT, I repeat, NOT obliged to feel happy and jovial during the holidays, nor are you obliged to celebrate them if you desire not to. Just know that you are NOT alone and there is at least one person out there who cares for you and wishes you all the best.

Whether you're religious or not, the holiday season is all about giving and being around your loved and cherished ones. And even though I consider myself lucky, I know there are plenty of people out there who are far less fortunate, and I want to give by extending my heart and my compassion to them.

[thewahookid]

OUR LADY OF SORROWS AND THE MOST PRECIOUS BLOOD OF JESUS

We all have seen the “Passion of the Christ” movie. In this film, there is a moving scene wherein the Virgin Mary was using the white linens that Pontius Pilate’s wife Claudia had given to Our Lady to wipe up the Most Precious Blood of JESUS. This is very real and is found in the writings of Venerable Mary of Agreda and Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich. In fact, in the “Mystical City of God” by Ven. Mother Mary of Agreda, we find that ALL of the Precious Blood was collected by the angels along the Way of the Cross. His Precious Blood could not be left to be trampled upon! This is the reason that the Church has a rule to wipe up the Precious Blood with a purificator when it is accidentally spilled. This is also the reason, only the priest should distribute the Most Precious Blood in a chalice during Holy Communion. Only the consecrated hands of a priest can touch this Precious Blood. We lose this reverence when anyone can distribute.

After Jesus was taken down from the Cross, Mary washed all the wounds of Jesus with water and linens that were given to Her by those who followed Her to the Cross. Our Lady tenderly washed all of the wounds of Jesus before He was placed in the tomb. This makes a moving meditation for the month of July. Vision Our Lady moving from each wound and washing the blood from his eyes, ears, mouth, hair and gaping wounds of His Sacred Body! How sad!

Since the moment of His Conception, His Most Precious Blood was being formed from the body of our good Queen and Mother. And yet many argue and claim that She is just like you and I?Seriously?? They have no idea of the duties God had given to this Immaculate Mother both physically and spiritually. His Precious Blood sprang from the wellsprings of the Immaculate Heart of Mary! She raised that Precious Blood in its living chalice in the Infant Heart of Jesus to the Most High God. What a beautiful site – How the Eternal Father must favor and love our good Queen and Mother! She knew as She embraced Him as an Infant to His adulthood that She was embracing the greatest treasure in this world and that His most Precious Blood would be spilled out for all of mankind. And how many of us appreciate it? How many take this for granted? How many spurn His love and His sacrifice? Do we realize that this pains our Good Queen and Mother as well? Does She not share in His Sorrows? The Blood of the Heart of Jesus was the love of the heart of Mary. The blood that flowed after the lance was thrust into the Heart of Jesus before He was taken from the Cross was the final expression of His immense love and it was the greatest pain of Our Lady to see the Heart of Our Savior – Her Son – Her Flesh and Blood – pierced when it should have been loved. How painful a sight for Her then but how She continually experiences this being done to Jesus repeatedly by ungrateful and unloving souls who continue to mock and hate Her Son - until the end of this fallen world!

PRAYER TO THE MOST PRECIOUS BLOOD OF JESUS

Oh Precious Blood of my God, my Jesus, Savior of mankind, we bow in lowliest adoration and worship You! We make solemn reparation for the outrages that have been and now are offered to You on this earth. Blood of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world, delight of the Father, we beg Your Mercy still more. We are sorry for partaking in the insults offered to Your Precious Blood during Your painful Passion that still endures. We beg Your forgiveness. Mary’s children, in union with their Mother, offer reparation to You, while they honor the Heart of Your Mother as You so desire.

Father, through the Precious Blood of Jesus, we invoke Your Holy Spirit in union with our prayers of reparation due to the Blood which saved Your saints now reigning with You in Heaven, and which, we hope may save Your children still on earth. Through the Most Precious Blood of Jesus save those on earth and release those in Purgatory so that we may praise and adore You now and forever and ever. Amen.

[thelunarfairy]

I LOVED EVEYRTHING YOU SAID IN MY YASHIRO ASK AND I TOTALLY AGREE!!

And gosh I never knew nene received that kind of hate? Am I too oblivious 😭😭 but omg the points you mentioned about her being way too nice for her own good? I second that claim- she's actually so selfless. Hell even I would be petty, but that selfless quality makes her even more beautiful.

Also no hate to any character, but I just don't like it when they go about making fun of her legs like anything. Once? Okay, like its comical so it's fine, but I really didn't appreciate the fact that even after mistuba saw that nene's biggest fear was being left alone, unloved, all because of her legs during the mirrors chapter, he STILL chose to make fun of her legs. Who does that please- that instance made me angry-

I really really feel like she needs a break. Or a person who would ACTUALLY hear her out and support her. Because if you want my opinion? NONE of the characters at present would exactly help her out. Like yk what I mean? I want a character being empathetic about Nene for once and hear her out. I feel like the things that happen in the manga most of the times happen against Nene's will. Her problems get doubled, she gets trapped into dangerous situations, she needs a long break-

Anyways thank you so much for the points you shared! I'm so glad to see someone agreeing with me on Nene, she deserves the world and people should know that she's developing too. It's not just kou suffering because of her mother's death and his complex with teru, not just mitsuba suffering because he wants to be a human again but cannot for obvious reasons, not just hanako who killed his twin and regrets it with his whole heart, but also Nene who suffers that complex of feeling unloved, I've never been in the situation often, but I understand what she feels like. Imagine someone says that they find your best friend pretty but ignores you completely, especially if it's a boy. How would you feel? That feeling hits hard. It's not simply "Oh but others shouldn't determine how pretty you actually are." While that's true, we cant help but feel bad now can we?

I STRETCHED THIS OUT YET AGAIN BAHAHHAHA BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Awww look who came back to answer me hahaha ♡ I'm glad you liked my answer.

Yashiro's legs are taken to the comical side of the story, it was something built for that, but I like to point out that this actually bothers her a lot. Hanako loves her legs haha but doesn't admit it, Kou doesn't seem to care about it and he also likes (or liked) her romantically, but she didn't notice, the girl with her head in the clouds haha

Don't get angry with Mitsuba, no one escapes him hahaha no one, not even his own mother XD

In fact, your view is correct, the vast majority of things that happen to Nene are against her will, sometimes because she was too naive or because of the influence of other people. She and Kou are very similar, easily fooled by a sad or beautiful story, they are very easy to convince and manipulate. This is not stupidity, it is naivety. They act like children sometimes (not that I can ask much more than that from two teenagers) but they don't think twice before making decisions.

Nene simply swallowed a mermaid's scale without even hesitating, did she think about the consequences? That's about it.

Nene's complexes are more linked to common and more human problems compared to Kou, Mitsuba and Hanako. This explains why people don't care so much, don't these three's complexes seem to be heavier and more intense than Yashiro's? So, even if that is the case, it doesn't negate her problems. Because if she didn't have these problems she would never have summoned Hanako and the story wouldn't even exist XD

Let's see what Nene's backstory will be, I'm curious to know!

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fun reactions my mom had to good omens 2

we watched the first season together back in november when i wrote a big communications paper on it, so i had to remind her of stuff. I tried to make these as close to verbatim as possible bc she is very silly and forgetful too <3

spoilers ahoy under the cut!

"That's entirely my fault for not collecting the rent!" mom: gonna tell our landlord about this

Gabriel is naked in the streets mom: is he naked?

mom: literally gets jump scared by Crowley's scream of Gabriel

"I thought I'd put the books in alphabetical order...what's author?" mom: oh no "I was shelving the books by the first letter of the first sentence." mom: OH NO

mom: why do these crows sound all fucked up? mom: ohhhh....haha

"Was Eve a baby?" "No, they can arrive at any size." mom: *literally losing her mind laughing*

"You have my word as an angel." mom: *gasp* and he wasn't struck down???? oooooooh.... mom: wait were job's children really killed in the Bible???

"You said it wasn't lonely." "I'm a demon..." mom: ....I lied. *looks at me like this* 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"I always say the best part of a cupperty is looking at it." mom: awww, a nice angel!! they're cute

Aziraphale's custom job of the Bentley mom: cute, it changes depending on who's driving it :3

Sean Biggerstaff: appears mom, nearly yelling: who is that!!!! who is he!!! I know him!!! what's he on!!!!

discussion of selling bodies for anatomy lessons mom: oh yeah this was an episode of Sawbones

Crowley makes a big hole mom: oh my god he just sent them to hell?????

Elspeth pours a glass of laudanum mom: she's gonna kill Aziraphale

crowley loopy off poison mom: he reminds me of Jim Carrey

"I mostly use it for Twitter. And Grindr." mom: what's Grindr? me: I literally can't do this right now

"You know I can't cross the threshold." mom: what is happening, vampires now??

mom: (about Furfur) that's the Neo of Sporin guy

nazi-zombie burps out the drunk guy's song mom: just like iZombie...

"Oh, well! Sometimes you meet a stubborn turnip." mom: he is so embarrassing

the entire bullet catch scene mom: I'm chewing all my cuticles off im so nervous

Furfur gives Crowley the evidence packet mom: ooh I bet the picture isn't even gonna show up, that'll save them. somehow.....oh. never mind.

Nina walks into the bookshop for the ball mom: what has he done to everyone??? wow, aziraphale doesn't know anything, huh mom: also Jim looks like he's wearing the suit from Dumb and Dumber

mom: *cracks up at every instance of the Jim/James/Gabriel goof*

"You are unloved and unlovable." mom: jesus that's pretty harsh

"You wanna come in here and say that to my face?" mom: HONEY NO

Heaven's security footage of Gabriel as he leaves mom: okay, hohoho, now all the pieces are coming together.

fly climbs into Jim's eye mom: aueghhgheohh??

"No need to ever meet again, is there?" "None whatsoever." mom: pfft, they're in love

"No one's ever given me anything before." mom: now I'm sad :(

Metatron buying coffee mom: who's that? is he important? me: you saw him like 15 minutes ago. earlier in the episode mom: really? when?

metatron scowls at crowley mom: whoa why'd he scuzz him so hard?

The Argument mom: MY CUTICLES!! *keeps looking over at me nervously*

"I forgive you." mom: oh no he didn't

mom: is there gonna be another season?

me: if people watch it enough, but it's also up to amazon

mom: we should write a letter to amazon

[dulcewrites]

You know what would be the biggest karma on Aemond's face, receiving his father's fate: how? The reader dies so Aemond can't get it wet anymore because he has two full children to take care and not because he..cares for them but to carry on the Targaryen's line.

He's harsh with Daella because she reminds him of his failure, of his wounded pride(Aemond couldn't save the reader and people call him cursed and unlovable for that) and what does that sweet angel become: Aemond 2.0—she respects him as a warrior but hates him as a father and a man because HE had made his mother miserable and let her die(children aren't stupid and catch on things oretty quickly)

Daella is cold, never calls him father but your highness and never once smiles at him only around her grandmother, uncle Aegon and aunt Helaena and her cousins, especially toward her little brother Alaric,she's still the little girl Daella Aemond once knew.

Aemond tries desperately to connect with her but no avail—sweetest karma is when Daella confronts him about Alys when he wants to married her daughter off—Daella rathers die alone instead to be a bird in a cage, waiting for a husband that would never respect her.

Just imagine the phobia of Daella toward marriage,the burning hate she feels for Aemond and finally she blows up at him cursing his existence, calling him his mother's killer..

And Aemond finally feels regret and despair.

BONUS if Alaric feels the same but has the decency to be polite and calls him "Father" but with zero hint of warmth, just indifference.

DOUBLE BONUS if Ser Quinton is still alive and vows to be around the reader's children and take the role as their father.

You reap what you sow they said.

And I can't wait for Alys and Aemond receiving the sweet karma in the final part.

Sorry!! Just I want this scene to get it out of my head, just want to share it with you😊

I plan on ending it right when dance starts so after what happens to Lucerys. But I do think it would be interesting to maybe do like fire and blood style wrap. Kind of describing what happens during dance to reader and the kids. Maybe let y’all guess which story actually happened.

Reader dying, especially if it was to protect her children, would be so sad :(. And truly ironic if somehow Aemond survives and she doesn’t. They would truly hate him sksmdkwndj. Oh and imagine if the other side of the kids family isn’t around either. She’d be forced to cling to the Targaryens.

Aemond and daella having a condescending “you look so much like your mother is certain lights” moment like otto and Alicent bc he’s sick in the head :/

Her aversion to marriage would also extend to just not liking her family. She’d blame her father for her mother’s pain but also blame for for the war even happening. She’d feel pretty severed from both team black and green bc she is her mother’s daughter. Despite the signifiers, she feels like an outsider. It would be awful if in the end she would be expected to marry someone. Let’s say instead of Jaehaera marrying egg iii, it had to be daella. It would just be another cycle of trauma repeating itself

And interesting way to take the story… I appreciate the theory!!