#olive scribe

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Olive Scribe

Album: coloUrs and mayhem: Universe A Composer: Bleed Binary Leitmotifs: None Characters: The Disciple, Peregrine Mendicant

You may know this from:

Of Business, Flagrantly Illegal (Konyyl Okimaw's Friendsim chapter)

[opalescent-apples]

Olive Scribe and Konyyl Okimaw

People get annoyed that Konyyl shares a theme with the Disciple. However, I propose that her and Azdaja's romance is reminiscent of the First Ship: Signless and Disciple's romance that transcended quadrants. They appear pitch on the train ride. They act like both moirails and matesprits throughout Friendsim. Azdaja even waves off Mspar's shoosh.

Not to mention, Disciple carried the Sufferer's legacy and brought it through the eras, and is ancestor to Nepeta, who is incredibly fierce, though still associated with heart. Konyyl protects Mspar despite her ruthlessness. And Konyyl uses clawkind, like the Leijons both likely did.

And if they end up the way alternia wants them to, it's likely that Azdaja will be helmed, leaving Konyyl to live on, but without her love.

Finally: Olive Scribe is an intense theme, with its powerful bass and drums and howling flutes. It's perfect for an assassin who relies on brute strength.

There are so many similarities. It kinda makes me wonder if the two might become involved in rebellion, or if Konyyl will become more like the Disciple.

[im-the-antonymph-of-your-mom]

!! Olive Scribe is the Homestuck song I've had in my head lately that I was trying to remember the name of!

COLOURS AND MAYHEM: UNIVERSE A: ROUND 1: PART 6

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[theitalianscribe]

What's in a Name

Summary: This would be Wiatt's first lunch joining his boyfriend (BOYFRIEND!!!) at his usual lunch spot with his usually lunch mates, which is to say that he was re-meeting Lewis's best friends with the context of dating Lewis. This was basically make or break it as far as Wiatt was concerned. Just had to make a good impression. No pressure. Right? Riiiiight.

(Also available on AO3)

     Wiatt was nervous. This was his first time seeing having lunch with Lewis as his boyfriend. What's more, this was his first time having lunch with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's best friends. Wiatt knew how important the two friends were to Lewis. One was practically a sister that Lewis had grown up with and the other rounded out their energetic ideas and was a kind glue that smoothed out the edges and made the three closer than the two were before. He treasured these friendships and if either of them thought he wasn't right for Lewis or just didn't like him, well, a boyfriend of two days vs a pair of best friends for over a year? He was pretty sure who Lewis would choose, and honestly? Was Wiatt even that much? What did Lewis even see in him? 

     He had to make a good impression. He had been introduced before, but something about today felt more real. Oh, fuck! What if he got their names wrong? What if he forgot them? Asking them to repeat their names after he had known of them as long as he had known of Lewis? He was going to seem like such a careless jerk. Wiatt nervously jiggled the cord of his headphones and winced at the slight static sound it caused. He would have to put Coldplay on pause in a moment, but he let the tempo of 42 guide the beat of his footsteps as he scanned the area for a sign of blonde, brown, or orange hair. 

     Eventually, he spotted Lewis's beanie and made his way to one of the blue mesh metal tables with an umbrella. Next to Lewis was a girl with long brown hair. She was munching on baby carrots from a purple striped lunchbox with the Cheshire Cat on it. What a shifty character to pair with someone eating in a shifty way. Just carrots? Plain? No ranch? No hummus? As if sensing his judgment, she plucked a grape out of the bag and took a bite into another carrot. What a monster! 

     Next to the food fiend was a boy with slightly unkempt red hair and sunken green eyes. Wiatt's Wikipedia-scavenging heart went out the boy he clocked as a fellow insomniac. 

Lewis looked up from his cafeteria soggy spaghetti and meat sauce and a beaming smile lit up his face. That smile could give solar power a run for its money, but instead it sent a charge to the butterflies in Wiatt's stomach, especially when his lips parted to sing out his name, "Wiatt! Darling! Come, join us."

     At the sound of his harmonious voice, Lewis's friends looked up at the lunchtime interloper. Right! This was the make it or break it moment. The brunette was closer, so he offered his hand to her. 

"Hi, Sara." Her name was a bit easier to remember because after their introduction he had the song “Que Sera Sera” stuck in his head.

     Sara didn't take the offered hand. She just stared at him, as if challenging him to try and mess with her. Fair enough. He didn't need to talk to her. Let her resume her food crimes.

     Time to greet the other friend. Right. His name had something related to plants, right? Oakley? Ash? Forrest? 

“Wiatt!” The other boy exclaimed. Then he made a face like he was worried he said something wrong. Or maybe he was worried he said it too loud? Well, Wiatt would just up the energy and try to calm this guy’s nerves. Besides, he remembered the boy’s name. They were in World History together.

“Hey! Good to see you, Basil!” Wiatt cheered and gave his own smile.

     Basil took the offered hand and smiled back, then paused. 

“Yeah! Wait.”

Sara started to cackle. She leaned over and gave the redhead a noogie. “He sure is! It’s my bestest buddy, Basil.”

“Saaaraaaaa,” the boy whined.

At the same time, Lewis cleared his throat, stood up, and guided Wiatt to sit next to him. “That is Oliver, Darling.”

Oh. Oh. Oh no. Wiatt covered his face. “Oh my god. Oliver! I am so sorry! Oh no. Hnnnngh!”

Lewis chuckled and pat Wiatt’s back. “It’s quite alright, Darling. We could tell you were nervous.”

“You sit next to me in World History.”

“I am really sorry!”

Sara took a breath to calm her laughter. “He’ll forgive you, don’t worry. I, however, will not let you live this down.” “Noted.” Wiatt deadpanned.

“For the record, you got my name right, at least. But I am telling you now it is spelled S-A-R-A. No H.” “Got it.” “Do you want me to write it down? I can get a pen.”

“If I offer half my cookie will you forgive me?” Wiatt sighed.

“You may buy my silence for the moment.” Sara agreed cordially.

“I was asking Oliver.” “Are you sure you don’t mean Basil?”

“I really don’t mind. Wiatt.” Oliver finally spoke up. Wiatt held out half the cookie to him nonetheless. Oliver gamely took the treat, broke it into thirds, and passed a piece each to Lewis and Sara.

“Aww! A sweet from a sweetheart!” Sara cooed in thanks. She then retrieved a bag of…more grapes??? from her lunchbox and passed the plastic bag to Oliver.

“You just don’t want to eat the olives,” Lewis chided

“Yes, and?” Sara retorted

Oliver looked at the bag, smirked for a moment, and held the bag out to Wiatt. “Want some? As a pneumatic device?”

Wiatt let out a nervous chuckle and plucked one of the offered namesakes. “Thanks.”

     From there, things went a bit more smoothly. Aside from the occasional teasing from Sara that petered out after a while, the name mishap was forgotten for a while. At least, it seemed to be.

-Around a year later-

     The three best friends looked over their new employees. To think, they had employees , now! People were relying on them for instructions and paychecks. The nerves! 

     Oliver was surprised to see some familiar faces. It felt weird seeing people he knew from school when they were now in a different city. Sara leaned over to inspect the list of names and photos to go with the names. 

“Oh, no way! Lewis?” That was Andrew. He was in a study group with Sara as well as the art club Lewis had to drop once they started the project that led to them founding the Dreamworld facility.

“It’s good to see you, Darling.” Lewis greeted.

“Is it just you or is…Oh! Hi, Sara.” Andrew was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he turned to look at Oliver. “I didn’t get to know you as well as Lewis and Sara. Oh! But now I have the chance to know you more, too! I look forward to working with you, Basil!”

“Oh, um,” Oliver was caught off guard by Andrew’s enthusiasm, but his words registered after a moment. Oliver let his face fall into his palm, “Darn it, Wiatt.” 

Sara patted his shoulder. “Not even here and the plus one is still causing trouble,” Sara laughed. 

[dw-flagler]

blonde wildbow characters:

WORM:

lisa wilbourn (Tattletale)

victoria dallon (Glory Girl/Antares)

carol dallon (Brandish)

sarah pelham (Lady Photon)

Neil Pelham (Manpower)? (Presumed, i'm not a geneticist but both his kids have blonde hair and i think that's recessive)

crystal pelham (Laserdream)

eric pelham (Shielder)

Dean Stansfield (Gallant)

Mike ? (Lightstar)

Missy Biron (Vista)

Elle ? (Labyrinth)

Riley Grace Davis (Bonesaw)? (it's never said if her hair is naturally blonde or she made it blonde to look more like America's Sweetheart)

Paige Mcabee (Canary)? (feathers are yellow, hair is technically unknown)

Ashley Stillons (Damsel of Distress)

Noelle Meinhardt (Echidna)

Marissa Newland (Sundancer)

Greg Veder (The Worst)

Oliver (Oliver)

Ava (Cuff)

Kurt Wynn (Harbinger/Number Man)

Jeanne Wynn/Brown (Citrine)

Rune/Scribe

Sam (Prism)

WARD:

Rain O'Fire Fraizer (Precipice)

Ashley Stillons II (Swansong)

Ashley Stillons III (Damsel of Distress)

Ryan (Cradle)

Nailbiter

Colt (Colt)

PACT:

Blake Thorburn

Rose Thorburn Jr.

Rose Thorburn Sr.

Paul, James, Roxanne, Peter Thorburn

Sandra, Penelope, Joanna, Lea, Chloe, Lola Duchamp

TWIG:

I didn't read twig

[gay-4-space]

Dragonic Symphony posted a comment on the original reddit thread about Made of Time a month ago and have stated that they're now aware of the plagiarism but don't intend to take any action though they've changed their TOU in direct response to the situation

Here's the tweet from their official account corroborating the change in TOU

Homestuck album with misused sample music

Remember Teal Seer from Homestuck? The music wasn't composed by the Homestuck fan that created it.

Teal Seer is actually sample music from 2007, from the album FANTASY TALES by Paul Lawler (a composer for Spyro: A Hero's Tale of all things).

It was shared in the programme "Myna" which is where it's believed Kera Jones got the track from.

Teal Seer isn't the only track in Colours and Mayhem with unlicensed stock music, it's also present in the track Jade Sylph, but is edited more heavily.

For further context, "Colours and Mayhem" is an album that a bunch of fans made submissions to in a contest with each other. The WhatPumpkin/Homestuck team at the time are the ones who selected these tracks as their final choices.

It makes sense that some younger fans submitted stock music, edited or unedited, thinking that they were making a cool sounding track, and that the homestuck team failed to see that it was stock music.

However, where things get legally tricky is that "Colours and Mayhem" has been on sale on Bandcamp for the past decade, and it's also present in the Homestuck comic through the Openbound videogame flash in act 6.

If the legal owners decide to take action against Homestuck, especially now they've been informed of this use, then it's possible Teal Seer and several other tracks will be removed from Homestuck and bandcamp entirely.

[writer-at-the-table]

Marriage Contract by Ben Shahn, 1961, Ink, watercolor, paint, and graphite on paper

Most decorated Jewish marriage contracts use ornamental motifs as framing devices for their written Aramaic text. Ben Shahn's Ketubbah is a marked departure from this model. In the superb execution of this document, the artist has integrated floral and foliate decorations within his lyrical Hebrew calligraphy, the predominant design element.

While Shahn's artistic personality emerged through the religious themes in his illustrations for the 1931 Haggadah for Passover, he would not return to such subjects for many years. The artist spent most of the 1930s and 1940s as a social realist painter. Along with so many other painters and sculptors during those difficult years, Shahn felt that art could help right the inequities of society. His terse visual commentaries on such topical subjects as the Sacco and Vanzetti case, Nazism, poverty, and labor problems brought him great recognition as both a humanitarian and an artist. It was after World War II that he turned inward through what has been called his transition from social to personal realism. During this period he incorporated allegory and religious and philosophical symbolism in his work, often based on his own cultural heritage.

Shahn's updating of the traditional ketubbah results from his changing stylistic and subjective concerns. He became fascinated with letters, both Hebrew and English, which became essential elements in his work. This calligraphic preoccupation led to his 1954 illustrations for The Alphabet of Creation, a book which related a parable of the origin of the Hebrew alphabet. His own combination of these twenty-two letters become a personal stamp and appears on most of his prints and drawings after 1960, including this Ketubbah.

Like the butterfly stamp of James Whistler and the Japonist monogram of Toulouse-Lautrec, this symbol shows Shahn's stylistic inspiration as coming from outside mainstream Western culture. The expressive style of Shahn's Hebrew characters changes with the meaning of each theme he depicts. For this Ketubbah, which is presented at the joyous celebration of marriage, he develops a commanding but elegant Hebrew appropriate to the legal nature of the document and the solemnity of the moment-a calligraphy markedly different from the flame-like evanescences in his tribute to the Feast of Lights, Hanukkah. As had been the custom of Hebrew scribes throughout the ages, Shahn adds eccentric elements to certain letters. Most notable here is the oft-repeated, stylized Star of David.

Shahn's meandering floral and foliate forms refer to Psalm 128:3, a common visual allusion in Jewish marriage contracts: "Thy wife is a fruitful vine in the midst of thy house, thy children are as young olive trees set around thy table." (Kleeblatt, Norman L., and Vivian B. Mann. TREASURES OF THE JEWISH MUSEUM. New York: Universe Books, 1986, pp. 192-193.)

[paxmorgana]

// 10 People I'd like to know better //

TAGGED BY @ipilokko and @captain-clandestiny MY GOOOAAATS YOU DIDNT HAVE TOOOO😭😭😭

🎧Last song🎧: Curses by the Crane Wives!! Was walking back from class and it came on. LOVE THAT SONG SM ☹️

🎨Favorite color🎨: Errmmm I really like earthy green colors but I’d personally say olive green is my favorite as of rn. I also like bright oranges!

📚last book📚: NOBODY LAUGH IT WAS A TWILIGHT BOOK. New moon to be exact actually. Idkkk the books are so campy I love it a little,,

🍿Last movie🍿: Scary Movie 4. I am. So so sorry this had to be shared information. Me and my little brother watch those movies all the time they’re just so dumb it’s great 🥀🥀

📺 Last tv show 📺: Young Sheldon!! Watch that show with family plus I just genuinely like it alot.

🍔 sweet/spicy/savory 🍔: hmmmm uhhhh can I get uuuhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhghhhhh (the answer is sweet as of rn)

🌀Current obsession🌀: Gamewise?? Monster Hunter World (Metal gear is just a constant so I don’t count it here). Anything else probably falls under Jellycats/stuffed animals or dinosaurs ESPECIALLY from a specbio standpoint I’m not really a JP/JW guy IM SORRYYY

Banging my head into wood THIS GUYS REVERTING TO YOUNGER INTERESTS BECAUSE OF ADULTHOOD!!!

🔍 Last thing searched 🔍:

Not my brightest moment I fear

👀looking forward to👀: Going to Walmart later today, finishing this mug of coffee, OH HORSEBACK RIDING LESSONS!!

But yeah that should be just abt everything as of right now THANK you for coming to my TED talk ❤️

People I'd like to know better:

(I don’t follow a ton of people so I couldn’t rlly get 10 on here my apolocheese)

@tiny-james @x-monochrome-x @featheredcritter @scribe-of-monsters

[pastabaguette]

favorite troll/kid theme?

oh man, that is a hard one.

i can’t choose just one, so here is a list of my favorites, in no particular order:

blue atom

olive rogue

green ghost

horschestra (strong version)

arisen anew

violet prince

purple bard

aradia’s pre-death theme

sorry, that is quite a few. there are a lot more, but i am limiting myself for now.

ok, for fun, here are my favorite ancestor themes (at least i think they are ancestor themes):

fuchsia ruler

wwretched wwaltz (i think that is the name)

indigo archer

olive scribe

gold pilot

iron infidel

[somethingclevermahogony]

300 Followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Recipe Poll!

Thank y'all so much! Its really encouraging to know that people are interested in the world and the characters that I've made!

When I reached 100 followers, to celebrate I recreated my MCs favorite food, kipsha and then for 200 followers I made Otilia's favorite food, daropaka.

Now that I have reached 300 followers I am making this poll with a list of the favorite foods of a few of my OCs so that I can show y'all a little more about the foods and customs of the Green Sea! Let me know which y'all would be most interested in seeing, and I will make it and post about it with a recipe and a bit of a history on that particular dish!

These are the favorite foods of Ninma, Wadikir, Istek, Dati, Shela, Akard, Zenit, and Penetinos (in that order).

Thank you again everyone, and here is to hoping that one day I'll get the chance to show you all of these recipes. In future polls I'll start adding some of the dishes from characters in the other books. And if this is the first time you've seen something from me on tumblr, vote too if you want and take a look at some of the other stuff on my blog!

@illarian-rambling, @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @willtheweaver, @patternwelded-quill

@elsie-writes, @elizaellwrites, @the-ellia-west, @the-octic-scribe, @the-golden-comet

@finickyfelix, @theprissythumbelina, @autism-purgatory, @diabolical-blue , @tildeathiwillwrite

@katenewmanwrites, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @paeliae-occasionally, @melpomene-grey @paeliae-occasionally

@drchenquill, @marlowethelibrarian, @winterandwords, @phoenixradiant, @pluttskutt

@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor

@flaneurarbiter, @dezerex, @axl-ul, @surroundedbypearls

@treesandwords, @the-golden-comet

P.S. I might start using a taglist for some of my posts, if you are tagged here and don't want to be tagged for future posts or if you're not on there and want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 19: You again!

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 17 of season 10 "Inside Man"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

I slowly descend the bunker's stairs, gripping the railing to keep my balance.  My head is throbbing…  Fucking hangover! That's why I don't drink!

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"Just on time!" Sam says coming from the library. " Let's go!" "Where?" "I need to check out something." "Where is Dean?" "He called to tell me he is running some errands in town. Come now. We don't have much time." "Can I at least get coffee first?" "Can we take the Jeep?" Sam counters me. "Yes, but you are driving." Just now he looks closely at me and raises his brows. "You ok?" He asks. "I feel like I was hit by a truck… twice…" "Are you hungover?" He muses. "I thought you didn't drink." "I don't… Last night was an exception. The only exception."

He sits in the driver's side of the Jeep, adjusting the seat. I offer him the key when I climb next to him. "Actually…" I pull back the key and I press my finger next to the ignition. "Jarvis, say hello to Sam." "Entering a new biometric signature." The car's computer answers. "Please, state your full name." I make a gesture for Sam to reply. "Sam Winchester." "Voice pattern saved. Please put your hands on the steering wheel." Sam obeys every command the computer gives him. I show him how to work with the dashboard and then I lead him to the truck to explain the equipment.

Created with Microsoft Designer

"Here you go!" I say to him, finally giving him the key. "It is yours." "What?"  He asks, confused. "Why?" "I've meant to do this for a while." "But why?" "Just take it and say thank you!" I snap at him. My head is still hurting. He starts the engine and drives out of the garage without saying another word.

"Jarvis… Really?" He says after an hour driving in silence. "You are such a nerd." "I never said otherwise." I chuckle.

Sam parks the Jeep by the side of the road, behind Cas' car and he goes to talk to him. I desid to wait in the car, since my head is still throbbing a little. I'm way better than I was in the morning and the burger I ate on the way helped a lot.

"What are we doing here, anyway?" I ask Sam. "We need Metatron's help." "Because you think Metatron might have information about The Mark of Cain?" "I know he has." "Are you sure, though?" We are approaching a playground when a man stops us.  Not a man.  An angel.  Four of them.  And they are not happy to see us.  And… definitely not letting us talk to The Scribe of God. "Cas, let's go." Sam pulls the angel away. "What? We're leaving?" "Yeah, we can't fight off four angels." "So… so what? You just want to give up on Metatron?" Castiel protests. "No, we need him. Time for plan 'B'... We break him out."

We are walking down a dark street toward a house. "So, back in the '50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic." Sam fills us in. "He performed everywhere… carnivals, Atlantic City… you name it. He was the real deal. Now, The Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they got… you know."

"Mr. Pryce? This is Sam…" "Winchester. You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters." A bald man opens the door. "Yeah. How did you, uh..." "Mind reader, remember? And you're... What are you?" The psychic asks Cas. "I'm an Angel." "That... No, you can't be." "Why not?" Cas asks, really confused by the man's statement. "Because I'm an atheist." I burst into laughter. That is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. "Not anymore." Sam says passing by Mr. Pryce, entering the house. "And you…" The old man looks sadly at me. "What happened to you?" "I'll just stay outside." I'm quick to interrupt him. "Oh… no, no, no! Someone can see you standing there. And then… they will all start knowing on my door. No, no, no!" He pulls me instead. "You can wait here." He points to an armchair for me to sit.

Sam, Castiel, and Mr. Pryce are sitting around a table with candles on it. Sam's plan is to contact some old friend named Bobby, who died a while back. By the way he is talking about the man, I believe he was more than a friend… more like a father to him and Dean. So… Cas is explaining the plan to Bobby and I'm sitting in the corner the entire time. "I like her!" The psychic says when they are done. "She is smart and funny and really sassy, despite her dark thoughts!" Sam looks at me and then at the psychic. "She was wondering if the angels had changed the place of the door to Earth in the last 50-60 years." The bald man shrugs. "Metatron changed it to be behind door 42 when he was in charge of Heaven." Castiel answers. "And they call me a nerd!" I laugh out loud. "What?" Cas is confused once again. "I'll explain it later." Sam says and gets up from the table. "You will need to talk to that young lady as soon as possible." I hear Mr. Pryce says to Sam, just before he shuts the door behind us. Yeah… we will need to talk.

I splash water on my face and when I look at the mirror my eyes flash black for a second… Panic fills my chests and I blink at my reflection.  No!  I'm not giving up control.  Not yet!  Not until I'm sure Emilia will be ok.

"Been waiting for you." I say to the demon when he finally appears. I expect him to start a fight, to try to kill me, like his mother tried just an hour ago. "Squirrel." He just retorts.

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"Look, I'm not saying that I didn't want to slice and dice the witch. I'm just saying that that's not how it went down." We are sitting in the empty bar. "So she's a liar." "Must run in the family." "Mother says The Mark is just a curse, can be removed. Of course, she doesn't know how." "Figures." I pour myself another drink. "But I'm good, thanks." "Who's the liar now?" Crowley frowns.

"What do you know about…" I hesitate for a second but I clear my throat and ask the question that was bugging me for a while. "What do you know about soulmates?" Crowley looks at me with a question in his eyes. "Is this bullshit real?" I ask. "Well… yeah… It is… but it's rare, as far as I know. Why don't you ask Castiel? It's more in his line of work since it's Heaven's way to arrange their perfect future heroes." He is quiet for a moment, then he continues. "Actually… I’m kinda surprised they haven't hooked you and Moose up with your own already… Imagine… the poor girls… they will be dead in a week…" I do not answer him, do not even look at him… "Oh! Bloody hell! They did! Didn't they!"

Cas walks through the portal with Metatron. Well… it turns out, the angel was trying to play us out until he could escape. He knows nothing about The Mark. He has no idea how to remove it.  I'm not surprised but I keep my comments to myself. There is no point of told-you-so-s. But the sneaky angel manages to convince Cas he can take him to what's left of his grace.

"So… why did the psychic insist that I need to talk to you as soon as possible?"  Sam asks me.  We are going back to the bunker. He is driving and I'm just staring through the window in the rain. "We had run out of time." I breathe out. "It can happen at any moment now…" He looks at me confused, trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time. It takes him a moment to understand what I'm talking about.  "But you said…" He starts but then looks at me again, finally catching up. "It was your birthday yesterday…" I turn around staring at the rain again.  I don't need to see the hate returning into his eyes. I'm the enemy again.

"Hey." Sam greets his brother. "Hey. How was the movie?" "French." The younger Winchester lies. "What about you? What did you do last night?" "Played some pool. It was kind of boring." Dean is lying too. He is definitely hiding something. But we all are…

I decide to wait for an hour before entering the bunker. It's obvious that Sam doesn't want Dean to know where we were. Or that we were together. Well… there is no point in telling him if Metatron doesn't know anything.  So… I'm standing outside in the dark trying to get in peace with my fate once more… Hope is a dangerous thing…

"Look who decided to come home! Did you have fun?" Dean smiles at me but there is a bitterness in his tone. "Kinda…"  He is looking to start an argument but I have no strength left in me for it. "So… Sophie!? Another alias?" He pokes. "Aham…" I mumble. "And this guy… Thomas… was it? Another ex fiancé?" He continues to push the subject. "No… just a simple undercover job… in and out… just four or five days… nothing too complicated…" I quickly answer and hurry to my room, not wanting to deal with lying anymore today.

Chapter 20: Games >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Jesus’ final entry into Jerusalem

1-3 As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage and the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples ahead telling them, “Go into the village in front of you and you will at once find there an ass tethered, and a colt with her. Untie them and bring them to me. Should anyone say anything to you, you are to say, ‘The Lord needs them’, and he will send them immediately.”

4-5 All this happened to fulfil the prophet’s saying—‘Tell the daughter of Zion, Behold your king is coming to you, lowly, and sitting on a donkey, a colt, the foal of a donkey’.

6-9 So the disciples went off and followed Jesus’ instructions. They brought the ass and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and Jesus took his seat. Then most of the crowd spread their own cloaks on the road, while others cut down branches from the trees and spread them in his path. The crowds who went in front of him and the crowds who followed him all shouted, “God save the Son of David! ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’ God save him from on high!”

10-11 And as he entered Jerusalem a shock ran through the whole city. “Who is this?” men cried. “This is Jesus the prophet,” replied the crowd, “the man from Nazareth in Galilee!”

12-13 Then Jesus went into the Temple and drove out all the buyers and sellers there. He overturned the tables of the money-changers and the benches of those who sold doves, crying—“It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer’. But you have turned it into a ‘den of thieves!’”

14-16 And there in the Temple the blind and the lame came to him and he healed them. But when the chief priests and the scribes saw the wonderful things he had done, and that children were shouting in the Temple the words, “God save the Son of David”, they were highly indignant. “Can’t you hear what these children are saying?” they asked Jesus. “Yes,” he replied, “and haven’t you ever read the words, ‘Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants you have perfected praise’?”

17 And he turned on his heel and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.

His strange words to the fig-tree

18-20 In the morning he came back early to the city and felt hungry. He saw a fig-tree growing by the side of the road, but when he got to it he discovered there was nothing on it but leaves. “No more fruit shall ever grow on you!” he said to it, and all at once the fig-tree withered away. When the disciples saw this happen they were simply amazed. “How on earth did the fig-tree wither away quite suddenly like that?” they asked.

21-22 “Believe me,” replied Jesus, “if you have faith and have no doubts in your heart, you will not only do this to a fig-tree but even if you should say to this hill, ‘Get up and throw yourself into the sea’, it will happen! Everything you ask for in prayer, if you have faith, you will receive.”

Jesus meets a question with a counter-question

23 Then when he had entered the Temple and was in the act of teaching, the chief priests and Jewish elders came up to him and said, “What authority have you for what you’re doing, and who gave you that authority?”

24-26 “I am also going to ask you one question,” Jesus replied to them, “and if you answer it I will tell you what authority I have for what I do. John’s baptism, now, did it come from Heaven or was it purely human?” At this they began arguing among themselves, “If we say, ‘it came from Heaven’, he will say to us, ‘Then why didn’t you believe in him?’ If on the other hand we should say, ‘It was purely human’—well, frankly, we are afraid of the people—for all of them consider John was a prophet.”

27 So they answered Jesus, “We do not know.” “Then I will not tell you by what authority I do these things!” returned Jesus.

28-32 “But what is your opinion about this? There was a man with two sons. He went to the first and said, ‘Go and work in my vineyard today, my son,’ he said, ‘All right, sir’—but he never went near it. Then his father approached the second son with the same request. He said, ‘I won’t.’ But afterwards he changed his mind and went. Which of these two did what their father wanted?” “The second one,” they replied. “Yes, and I tell you that tax-collectors and prostitutes are going into the kingdom of God in front of you!” retorted Jesus. “For John came to you as a saint, and you did not believe him—yet the tax-collectors and the prostitutes did! And, even after seeing that, you would not change your minds and believe him.”

Jesus tells a pointed story

33-40 “Now listen to another story. There was once a man, a land-owner, who planted a vineyard, fenced it round, dug out a hole for the wine-press and built a watch-tower. Then he let it out to farm-workers and went abroad. When the vintage-time approached he sent his servants to the farm-workers to receive his share of the proceeds. But they took the servants. beat up one, killed another, and drove off a third with stones. Then he sent some more servants, a larger party than the first, but they treated them in just the same way. Finally he sent his own son, thinking, ‘They will respect my son.’ Yet when the farm-workers saw the son they said to each other, ‘This fellow is the future owner. Come on, let’s kill him and we shall get everything that he would have had!’ So they took him, threw him out of the vineyard and killed him. Now when the owner of the vineyard returns, what will he do to those farm-workers?”

41 “He will kill those scoundrels without mercy,” they replied, “and will let the vineyard out to other tenants, who will give him the produce at the right season.”

42 “And have you never read these words of scripture,” said Jesus to them: ‘The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone. This was the Lord’s doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes?’

43-44 “Here, I tell you, lies the reason why the kingdom of God is going to be taken away from you and given to a people who will produce its proper fruit.”

45-46 When the chief priests and the Pharisees heard his parables they realised that he was speaking about them. They longed to get their hands on him, but they were afraid of the crowds, who regarded him as a prophet. — Matthew 21 | J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS) The New Testament in Modern English by J.B Phillips copyright © 1960, 1972 J. B. Phillips. Cross References: Genesis 4:24; Exodus 30:12; Genesis 49:11; Leviticus 1:14; Ruth 1:19; 2 Samuel 14:7; 2 Kings 9:13; Psalm 8:2; Psalm 118:22; Psalm 118:26; Proverbs 26:5; Song of Solomon 8:11; Isaiah 5:1-2; Isaiah 5:3; Isaiah 8:14; Isaiah 28:13; Isaiah 28:16; Isaiah 56:7; Isaiah 62:11; Jeremiah 7:11; Jeremiah 8:13; Jeremiah 26:8; Jeremiah 37:15; Matthew 4:28; Matthew 7:7; Matthew 8:10-11; Matthew 9:27; Matthew 11:9; Matthew 11:25; Matthew 13:3; Matthew 16:7; Matthew 17:20; Matthew 20:24; Matthew 20:34; Matthew 22:4; Matthew 26:6; Matthew 26:55; Mark 11:1; Mark 11:7-8; Mark 11:12; Mark 11:20; Mark 11:23; Mark 11:27; Mark 12:1-2; Luke 20:5; Luke 20:16; John 7:30; 1 John 3:22

Matthew 21 Commentary - John Gill's Exposition of the Bible

Key Passages in Matthew 21

1. Jesus rides into Jerusalem upon a donkey 12. drives the buyers and sellers out of the temple; 17. curses the fig tree; 23. puts to silence the priests and elders, 28. and rebukes them by the parable of the two sons, 33. and the husbandmen who slew such as were sent to them.

[citrineandrosmarin]

🦉Athena Masterpost: Festivals🦉

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This will just be a quick overview of the festivals, not intended to go in-depth. I may make additional posts later on with a bit more detail.

Panathenaia

28 Hekatombaion (July/August)

A New Year festival in Athens which takes place each year (Lesser Panathenaia) with a grander version every four years (Greater Panathenaia). 

A nocturnal celebration, the pannychis, would take place before the festival, with a torch race and singing. The winner of the torch race would get to light the fire at Athena’s altar. During the Panathenaia there were various sports competitions but also musical contests, poetry recitals and pyrrhic dances. The prizes for these could be money, crown wreaths or amphoras of sacred olive oil depending on the event and age group. 

Sacrifices of oxen would be made to Athena Polias, Athena Nike and Athena Hygeia and a massive feast would follow. Perhaps one of the most important parts of this festival was the presentation of the robe (Lesser Panathenaia) or tapestry (Greater Panathenaia) to Athena that would have been started in the Khalkeia.

Kallynteria and Plynteria

24 Thargelion (May/June)

Kallynteria was either a day of sweeping out of the temple, or a day where the cult image of Athena in the Erechtheion was adorned with jewelry or other items (the verb kallunein can mean both “adorn” and “sweep, scour”). Personally, I think that sweeping makes more sense due to the nature of Plynteria.

Plynteria took place the day after and was the day where the statue’s adornments were removed for washing by women of a noble family and it was veiled. There may have been a procession to wash the robes, and the statue itself might have been washed. This is often confused with another procession done by epheboi - that of a different cult image, the Palladion. This statue resided in a law court that oversaw the trials of crimes such as murder, and thus due to this exposure the statue was washed with sea water or carried to the sea to be washed clean of miasma. The day of Plynteria was considered apophras, an unlucky day of ill omen, because it was believed that the goddess was absent from the city on this day.

In modern practice, this might be a good time for a deep spring clean of your room or home and items. Donate what you don’t need or use or what has been sitting around “just in case.”

Arrhephoria

Shortly after Plynteria, the nocturnal festival of the Arrephoria takes place. This festival features the Arrhephoroi, two young girls who have lived about a year on the Acropolis, who on this day perform their last duty of priestly service. Pausanias is the main source for this rite, and describes how the Arrhephoroi carry baskets on their heads with secret things within that neither they nor the priestesses know. These baskets are carried through an “enclosure” near the sanctuary of Aphrodite ‘in the Gardens’ and down a natural underground passage. They then leave what they have brought and then pick up some other veiled thing to take to the Acropolis. Immediately after this, the young girls are discharged from service. The general belief is that this may have been some kind of fertility rite.

Khalkeia

Nine months before the Panathenaia is the Khalkeia (“Bronze”) festival on the last day of Pyanopsion. This was a festival of smiths and other artisans which honored Athena Ergane (“The Worker”) who presided over all crafts and also Hephaestus who was patron of those who used fire in their crafts. Evidence of dedications to Athena here include that from potters, a carpenter, a tanner, fullers, a scribe, a shipbuilder, a washerwoman, a baker, and a weaver, likely as a tithe from their profits, as craftsmen almost exclusively turned to Athena when it came to the pursuit of their crafting careers.

It was during this festival that the sacred robe for Athena, which would be offered at the Lesser Panathenaia, was started by women and the Arrhephoria. This may have also been when the similar sail-sized tapestry made by male workers was started. The robe and tapestry used to be considered the same item - older sources may indicate this but modern scholarship seems to agree that they were different.

[mysterioushistorian]

You know Olive Scribe? The Disciple’s theme? Well it is also Konyyl’s theme, and I like to think of Kon being a secret follower of the Disciple.

[phantomchick]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Naruto

Hear the silence by EmptySurface the self insert fic that got me to start giving other SI fic a chance, continues to be great

the name of the game by a_sassin Follows the story of a civilian shogi player in the Naruto world and all the shinobi trouble she gets dragged into.

If You Give Me A Sword by TakaGang Ichigo (from Bleach) is the firstborn of the Uchiha mainhouse and Itachi is relegated to middle child.

Senju Of Wave by TheBeardedOne Naruto raised by Tsunade au

With Friends Like These by RecklessWriter sasuke time travel fix it

BNHA (can't believe the manga's ending in 5 chapters? Time flies)

The Democratic Republic of One for All by featherlessquill (CinnamonScribbles) All Might tells Izuku he can't be a hero, the echoes of One For All vote and decide they think he can and give Izuku the quirk

Harry Potter (disclaimer: I'm not a terf/transphobe fuck jkr)

Encounters of the Future Sort by CalmlyErratic The fifth marauders + Lily and Snape travel forward in time to Harry's fifth year. Chaos and angst ensues.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Snake by gonzoclock James and Lily baby trap Voldemort without his knowledge, Harry is Lily and Tom's bio son.

Fascist ideology in the Harry Potter Fandom. [Or, for real everyone, we are in the middle of a global rise in fascism please *think* about the things you're reading and the ideas they're platforming.] by skeli666 excellent meta is excellent

Star Wars

Biting His Own Tale by ADragonsFriend Anakin time travels, this does not make stopping Palpatine's plans magically simpler. Cathartic for those who wanted Darth Vader to actually do the work to atone after Luke redeemed him and for those who find prequel fix its unrealistically easy with just knowledge of Palp's identity/the clone chips sometimes.

Batman

Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained platonic abo my beloved, divergent from no man's land on, one of my favourite series

straight back by TheResurrectionist That oliver gets mad at batman on his friend bruce wayne's behalf fic. If you follow my tumblr you've already seen me reccing this but still can't leave it out

let the light in by TheResurrectionist that other great platonic ollie & bruce fic

Chronicles of Narnia the seas of all i knew by softtooth_jpeg edmund/caspian, I love the way this fic goes into Edmund's psychology and why he acts the way he does at the start of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, top tier writing

Four Thrones by shinealightonme A short but great fic that shows the Pevensie's transition from the end of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to kings and queens.

A:TLA

Waiting on that morning sun by DustOnDaydreams

“To the Generals, Admirals, Officers, Soldiers and Sailors of the Fire Nation, Halt your advance. Pull back to your nearest military stronghold, and await further orders. Do not engage any forces unless absolutely necessary for your own defence. Put out any fires you come across. Sign it only with the full list of the Fire Lord's titles." “Your Majesty, do you not want to put your name to the missive?” A young pimpled scribe squeaked out to the shocked silence. “No. I want them to obey the order.” Or Zuko's transition from child soldier to young monarch in charge of a corrupted nation

MARVEL

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku au where Tony and Steve meet differently

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Even the Score by Sineala for phoenixmetaphor stony oneshot, Tony high in the hospital panics and attacks Steve. Super good.

Sucker Punch by Sineala Angst. Angst. Angst. Oneshot. Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead -- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible. Captain America was a good man by ElnaK inspired by Sineala's work this is Tony's side of the fic, "Sucker Punch". IT'S SO GOOD BUT PREPARE FOR ANGST.

yugioh

Legally Insane by Xparrot continues to be my fave yugioh fic

Percy Jackson

ATLOP: Trial by Fire by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.

Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwillpassthis

It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.

Original work

The Gift of Perfect Knowledge by BookmarkBookworm