#she does to me // williams master // threads

[in900years]

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Tailoring

Author's note: More of Petras in Divergence Husbandry AU

Summary: Petras makes a gift for his beloved whore, and they enjoy it together.

Warning: CW: Smut, lemon, NSFT, Amor Kink, Language Kink, Master/Servant Kink, Uh... Let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

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Petras heads back to where his beloved darling human is, he’s learning the common language of the baselines that live in and around Gannet Point. Which is the language that his beloved speaks with her friends, family and co-workers.

It had been mildly distressing and frustrating to find out that his beloved is dear friends with Arnault’s and Roland’s humans. Much to his chagrin, he has to interact with the pair of excommunicated Black Templars more often than he’d like due to the fact that their humans like each other.

And were trying to be helpful and have the three of them interact. He had heard from his beloved Witch-whore that there are … several younger Black Templars, and from the description that she has of them. 

They are Primaris Marines. He had requested that he not meet them, in part because of what Arnault and Roland have said and requested of him in regards to the Primaris Space Marines. Another part of him isn’t sure how well he’d hold to the agreement if he had to interact with those abominations.

If he had to do so on a semi-regular or a regular basis… his urge, his understandable desire to purge the Abominations from life. Alas, trying to find others who are like minded as him is very difficult, and something he needs to thread the needle carefully, for if he talks about it to the wrong Space Marine, they might try to kill him or worse.

Petras is a fair hand at sewing and mending cloth and clothes. He hadn’t realized his skill with such things could, well more accurately, would ever be used in the way that he’s using them at the moment. 

However, the idea of his beloved bonded whore in the garb of a black templar serf’s uniform has been paying for black and white, with red and gold trim (as he’s an Honorable Chaplain, his serf’s uniform would reflect his rank) cloth and ribbon. 

After ensuring the texture of the cloth he’d picked didn’t bother himself or his bonded he went to work on making the garment- finding something similar enough to the uniform of a Black Templar Serf, a Concubina, serf at that, their uniform wasn’t for Serf’s who did much cleaning. But could be worn in public, but was obvious to a Black Templar just what kind of work they did.

Petras very carefully does the measuring twice- before cutting once, making sure that there was slack and give, ensuring that he has her exact measurements, then he starts the next part of the process as he starts sewing. 

For the stitching that needed to be hand sewn he had done so as carefully and patiently as he could, imagining just what his beloved whore would look like in the outfit. He’s glad that his human has a sewing machine- and he’s read the instructions on how to use it, carefully using the surprisingly noisy, yet quiet machine to make the outfit.

The outfit comes together surprisingly quickly. He neatly folds the outfit and wraps it up. Petras is excited to see how she’d react to his gift. It’s one that he hopes that she’ll like, and he’ll enjoy unwrapping her, or keeping her partially in it as he stuffs her full of his cock, over and over again.

His beloved whore opens the gift and murmurs- noticing that the colors and markings of the outfit remind her of his armor. She grins up at him and they pepper each other with passionate kisses and touches. She draws away- the teasing minx as she flounces off and returns relatively quickly in the outfit and grins up at him.

“How may I serve you, My Lord?” she chirps up at him in Gothic, in the exact way he’d taught her to and he lets out a lusty purr as he stalks towards her.

“Attend to me, my Whore,” He purrs out to her in Gothic and she nods up at him, her eyes fluttering faux-coyly at him.

“Yes, My Lord,” You say breathily, as you strut over towards him, watching the way his blue eyes smolder and watch your every movement.

When Petras had told you that he was going to make you an outfit for sexy times- who had thought the outfit would be far more scandalous and skimpy, but it was surprisingly comfortable, and you could, potentially wear it out in public, and only you and he would know what the outfit actually meant.

“Clean the armor on my left hand,” Petras purrs out in English as he sits down comfortably on the floor and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” You chirp up at him and get out a cleaning solution that is body safe, as well as some of your favorite unscented lube. 

Angela had taught you that Space Marines had far more acute senses of smells- and the scents of things could bother them a lot faster than it could for normal humans. You grab a clean tea towel and start to clean the armored hand, making sure to take care to clean and murmur how impressed you were with his armor- how it was scarred, yet well maintained. It showed his prowess in battle- how strong he is to have survived all of those Glorious Battles, how clever he is.

Once the all of the fingers, the palm and top of the hand the wrists, and up to his elbow joint were fully cleaned he rumbles out another order, “Ride my armor- show your devotion to me.”

“Yes my lord.” You say breathily as you move and straddle his arm and he helps lift and move you. 

You shiver a little- his armor is slightly cold and hard, made out of some space metal- or something. Also the casual, easy way he picked you up and carried you around got your engine going as you carefully lube up his fingers and start to grind against his armor. He helps you by teasing your clit, very, very gently, but with enough pressure on your clit that it has you moan and keen throwing your head back.

“Oh- fuck!” You moan, “Petras- fuck. That feels good.”

He purrs at you again, as you continue to grind against his armor and he teases you with his fingers in your clit, slowly opening your hot, wet cunt with one finger. You whine at the burn and stretch of one of his armored fingers.

Fuck- his fingers are usually so big when he’s out of armor- that it’s almost too much to just have one of his fingers playing inside your pussy. He stills and watches you, “Are you alright?”

“Fuck yes love,” You say pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Color?” Petras insists, with an endearing frown on his face.

“Green,” You reply, “Just continue, more slowly inside me, alright?”

“I will try my best to,” Petras says. “... Ready to restart?”

“Yes please!” You whine up at him and start to grind against his armor and he starts to purr and murmur in the Space Marine language- a mixture of praise and loving insults. You don’t really understand most of what he says, but he has such a deep, rolling voice- it thunders and is smooth and deep. 

He gets you to orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly and he chuckles, pleased as he gently pulls out of your pussy and lightly sets you down, “My lovely Serf- you need to clean my armor of your juices- with your mouth.”

“Yes my lord,” You say as you suck and lick your juices off of him- there is something about the way you almost worship his armor that has Petras praising you some more. His other hand had taken off his armor and was slowly and carefully teasing fingers playing with your clit and pussy again.

“Good girl,” Petras croons, “continue to service me like this. My pretty whore- doing exactly as you are told.”

Once the armor is finished being cleaned again he scoops you up and buries his face in your thighs and you squeal a little as you tug in his short silver-white hair as he eats you out. Fuck- he’s got such a talented tongue as he eats you out. His tongue teasing and tasting your clit and diving in and out of your pussy.

He lightly has one of his hands squeezing your neck- not enough to restrict your breathing, but enough that you are constantly aware of his hand wrapped around your neck as he teases your breasts with his other hand. Squishing and teasing your breast and lightly twisting and pinching your nipples as he wrings out yet another orgasm from you.

Petras looks so good, dripping your juices down his face as he presses a scorching hot kiss against your mouth. You moan at the flavor of his salvia and your cum and he removes his cod piece, you are still wearing the gift- just not wearing underwear.

“Shall I put my cock in your warm, yet pussy?” Petras purrs out the question.

“Yes! My Lord please- give me your cock~” You plead eager to feel his cock stretch you and fill you deliciously.

“Good Girl,” Petras purrs as he slowly and teasingly guides his cock inside of you and slowly thrust in and out of you. 

There is a slight sting of pain and cold- as he’s almost entirely in his armor while he fucks you- but it’s also hot to see him in his armor and pussy drunk as he fucks you at the same time. Fuck- this feels soo good.

After Petras had cum inside of her twice, he purrs and tells her how good she was for him as he carefully takes her to the bathroom. You are so tired and are glad that you have the next three days off as Petras carefully washes your body in warm water and cleans you up. 

Helping your jelly limbs return to functioning. He waits outside of the bathroom as you pee and you stumble out of the bathroom and smell food. Petras perks up and presses a gentle kiss to your nose, lips, both cheeks, forehead and chin and gently sweeps you up off your feet and gently set you down on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket as the pair of watch your favorite show and he hand feeds you salty and sweet snacks.

You fully recovered from that session and yawn, tired and he nuzzles you and gently carries you to your room. He helps you brush your teeth and presses more gentle kisses and praises into your ears and cheeks as he tucks you in and cuddles you.

You wake up pleasantly sore the next morning- and Petras having made you some breakfast in bed as he helps you with stretches and some over the counter pain medications to help with some of the less pleasant soreness.

“That was a great session,” You say to Petras with a smile. 

“I’m glad.” Petras says, “Thank you for talking about and deciding to do this latest session.”

You giggle at him, “You seemed to have gotten really into it.”

“Ja- you were amazing,” Petras purrs, “All lovely and pliant und wunderbar.”

“Where did you get that outfit?” You ask him curiously.

Bashfully Petras looks away before looking at you and saying, “I made it myself- I bought the cloth and it’s while I did those measurements of your body.”

“Oh!” You say surprised, “You have a talent for tailoring, Petras.”

“Danke,” Petras says, you can tell he feels a little shy about it.

“... Perhaps if we have other ideas for outfits, you could make them, if you wanted to?” You ask him gently.

“... I could do that, ja.” Petras says, “Do you have a request, My Darling?”

“Not at the moment,” You reply, “But I’ll think about it.”

He nods and cuddles you as he continues to hand feed you breakfast. He could be so affectionate after sex and for a few days afterwards. It was really sweet how he took care of you after one of your more intense sessions. 

[fideidefenswhore]

Just thought I would address this again because unfortunately, she repeats this claim in her latest book:

"Anne's own mother had lost several babies in infancy and her sister Mary had borne a son with disabilities who Anne would not suffer to be at court."

Anne Boleyn & Elizabeth I (2023), Tracy Borman

There is a primary source (not that she cites one...in either...) which alludes to AB 'not suffering [Henry Carey] to be at court' (it's not terribly definitive, however...the actual quote seems speculative, it's hearsay of another speculating that she "might not" suffer him at court, actually), but it certainly doesn't mention or imply any disability, much less disability being the reason he was not wanted at court:

"Finally, I confess the four bills by Mr. Feerne, Mr. Leeke, Mr. Skydmore, and Sir Thos. Mody to be true, and that by such seditious ways I have maliciously slandered the King and Queen and their Council; for which I ask forgiveness of God, king Henry VIII., and queen Anne, and shall continue sorrowful during my life, which stands only in the King's will. "Moreover, Mr. Skydmore dyd show to me yongge Master Care, saying that he was our suffren Lord the Kynge's son by our suffren Lady the Qwyen's syster, whom the Qwyen's grace myght not suffer to be yn the Cowrte."" [John Hale, Vicar of Isleworth, to the Council.] April 1535.

It's also not clear whether it was Mary Stafford or Henry Carey that Hale was referring to when he claimed Skidmore said AB "might not suffer [them] to be in the court". Natalie Grueninger posits that it was the former:

"While most of the rumours circulating were unfounded [...] Hale was right about one thing-- in 1535, Mary Boleyn was not at court with her family." The Final Year of Anne Boleyn, Natalie Grueninger

There's a thread about this claim on TudorQ&A also:

A commenter over at the Anne Boleyn Files blog asked the same question, only referencing Carolly Erickson's Mistress Anne rather than Borman's book. I checked it out and it looks like Borman utilized Erickson's book on this particular subject nearly verbatim, although she did not cite it [...] Mary Carey and her husband did apparently have the wardship of an "idiot" heir; I assume when William Carey died this reverted to the Crown. At around the same time, however, Mary's son Henry became a ward of his aunt, Anne Boleyn. Perhaps Erickson or her researchers may have confused the two separate wardships. It would be interesting to see kb's review of Borman's book; it's clearly directed at a popular audience, and the "mentally challenged" son comment does not inspire confidence, but it has interesting things to say about Elizabeth's familia throughout her life and I would like to see a qualified scholar assess the historical veracity of the work.

So, I was not able to find any clear evidence of Mary having wardship of a disabled person. Weir's biography of Mary Boleyn mentions that "at some point in her widowhood, Mary [...] was granted wardship of one William Bailey", but I was not able to verify this anywhere. Thomas Boleyn was granted wardship of William Strongman in 1529, but again, have found nothing that suggests the ward had any disability. The only wardship of William Carey's I was able to find was that of Thomas Sharpe of Canterbury, who was described as an "idiot", maybe(?) this did revert to Mary, at some point, but no academic biographies of the Boleyns mention this.

Regardless, whether Borman did get her wires crossed on whether or not she was referring to a wardship (certainly not someone Mary had 'borne', if so), this seems egregious, not least because there was a member of the Boleyn family who was disabled and was cared for:

"In September [1535], Thomas [Boleyn] again left court and spent time in Hever, taking care of his mother who was living out her final years [...]

Nicholas Harris Nicolas, Testamenta Vetusta, Vol. II, 465. It was reported that, from 1519 onwards, Margaret [Butler] was unable to take care of herself or her affairs, and so Thomas moved his mother down to Hever, where he could care for her for the rest of her life.

It would seem that William [Stafford] had also petitioned Henry [VIII] for control of Thomas’ lands in Essex but Thomas had made it clear they were to go to his mother and, upon her death, his granddaughter, Elizabeth. This document suggests a far more proactive Mary [Stafford], as they had already taken possession of several properties before this document had been drawn up. Kent Archives." Among the Wolves of Court: The Untold Story of Thomas and George Boleyn, Lauren Mackay

So Anne Boleyn didn't want her nephew Henry Carey at court cause he was supposedly disabled? Just like Gregory, Borman turned a good thing Anne did for her sister into a nasty thing? What evidence does she shows for Henry being disabled, or Anne not wanting him around? And for goodness' sake, isn't it strange that some historians and fiction writers seem to hate Anne (like Borman or Weir) but can't help to end up writing about her, because, let's face it, ANNE BOLEYN SELLS! They must feel so bad for always having to return return to this woman they are so eager to portray as the Worst Human Being Ever.

Literally none, and I'm not even joking. There's no citation, no additional information or details, she doesn't even name this nephew so I don't even know if it's Henry Carey to whom she's referring, or one of the Stafford children (whose existence/survival remains disputed), or even the later Elizabethan priest, George Boleyn, dean of Lichfield, who has been erroneously labeled as the son of Viscount Rochford, George Boleyn(illegitimate at times, by marriage other times), Julia Fox has argued for the likelihood he was some distant Boleyn cousin, and I'm inclined to agree. The claim is dropped into a paragraph about the perils of childbirth to contextualize Anne's own potential fears as if from the sky:

Worse still, Anne's closest female relations had suffered an unfortunate history in this respect. Her mother had lost several babies in infancy and her sister, Mary, had borne a son with mental disabilities whom Anne would not suffer to be at court. But in her favour was the fact that her health was generally considered good, and as one observer remarked, she seemed 'likely enough to bear children.' --Elizabeth's Women, Tracy Borman

So...yeah, if who she meant here was Henry Carey, I have no idea what she's talking about, A, and B, this is the sole* "factoid" she chose to mention about their relationship? Not that she had wardship of him, not that she arranged for him to receive his education from the scholar she patronized, Nicholas Bourbon, alongside Henry Norris (the younger), Henry Dudley, and the son of Nicholas Harvey, her 'strong partisan' and the husband of her great friend, Bridget Wingfield...all signs which point to Carey being in Anne's favour. I have no idea if he was ever at court, but if there's no record of him at court while Anne was queen, does it not seem more plausible to attribute this to A) how brief that time was and/or B) that his mother was banished from court due to the marriage she had made without royal permission?

I just don't...know, with Borman, really? It'd be interesting to have the unedited interview footage from BSR because I was surprised how overall sympathetic she was towards the subject, honestly. And I can't speak to the new book, I haven't read it, but the PR push for it has centered around praise of AB as an individual, as to her character.

For Weir, I mean, she received the deal to do that fictionalized serial on the six Queens of Henry VIII, of course AB had to be included. If I'm being perfectly honest, I feel like everything she has done since Lady in the Tower has had this weird self-animus pushing behind it, guilt over having further popularized a figure she hates so implacably. Her original view ("a total bitch...she alienated so many people that that must be true") has been evident in all her subsequent works and interviews; from claiming in one in 2017 that there exists a letter extant in AB's own handwriting where she orders Lady Shelton to beat her stepdaughter (there isn't), to depicting AB in her latest novel as having been so ugly and "painfully thin" naked that it was an instant boner-killer for her poorest little meow-meow.

*I believe other sections of this book are dedicated to the Careys so hopefully she expands later...I can't remember if she does. So far in my current read she has not mentioned the wardship and it was in 1528 and the book is now in 1533, so....

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Spread - Anon Question - 12th of March, 2021

This is speculation only.

12th of March, 2021

Question: Why was Archie not allowed to use the title of the Earl of Dumbarton?

Interpretation: Archie is not allowed to use the title of the Earl of Dumbarton because there are major doubts about his legitimacy for the purpose of inheriting a title, i.e. if he was born from a surrogate and/or adopted, he is not able to inherit the title and so has no right to use it. 

Underlying Energy: The Sun

The god pictured on the card of the Sun is Apollo, who among other things is the god of truth. He stands on green grass in front of a blue sky. Everything in the background is on display; there is nothing shrouded in the shadows. This card is the sun at midday, beaming down upon the earth and revealing everything with its light. There is no place to hide under the noon sun.

The sun sounds the same as the son, and here the son in the question is Archie. Is everything out in the open about Archie? No. His carrying and his birth was shrouded in secrecy/darkness and not carried out in the open/in the light. This lack of truthfulness around the birth of Archie is the underlying theme of this reading. 

It is important because adopted children and children born from surrogacy can not inherit a peerage title under English law. This was proven in a case a few years back, when a peer challenged the law to include his surrogate-born child as an heir to his title, and he failed. So if Archie is adopted and/or born from a surrogate, he can not use the title the Earl of Dumbarton. Questions about his birth throw doubt on the legitimacy of his claim to the title.

The Sun is a major arcana card. Questions about Harry’s son and the lack of light around his birth are a major reason that Archie does not use the title of the Earl of Dumbarton. 

First Card: The Hanged Man

This is the card of sacrifice and the card of The Traitor. 

Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods, is chained upside down to a rock by his ankle. This tells me that someone has committed treachery against powerful people (the gods). In the context of this reading, the people with power are the British Royal Family, so someone is betraying them. 

It is not a one and done betrayal, either. The eagle comes every day to tear out Prometheus’s liver, so they live with the result of their treachery every day. As a result of his act of treachery, Prometheus is chained, so the traitor could be literally or figuratively chained to something or someone as a result of his or her act of treachery.

This is a major arcana card, so like the Sun card, this treachery is a major reason as to why Archie does not use a courtesy title from his father.

Second Card: The Ten of Cups

This is the card of emotional fulfilment. It is the card of happy ever after, total commitment, all your wishes coming true. Whatever the act of treachery was, the traitor is committed to it and happy about it. 

The card itself shows the marriage of Psyche (soul) and Eros (love). It is a lavish wedding, on Mount Olympus in front of the gods (powerful people, here the BRF). Prince Harry and Meghan had just such a wedding, costing more than the wedding of the direct heir to the throne (Prince William) several years earlier. 

A colloquial way of referring to your wife is as the “ball and chain”. marriage is also seen by some as a loss of freedom. Taken together with the first card, where the traitor is chained to the rock as a result of his act of betrayal, this means that the traitor is either Harry or Meghan (or both), as they were ‘chained” together at their wedding. 

Coming straight after the traitor card, this card shows what the betrayal was about/why it occurred, so the wedding was either the reason for the initial betrayal or the act of betrayal.  Some sort of treachery was necessary for the wedding of Meghan and Harry to occur and/or the wedding itself was an act of treachery. Whatever that treachery was, the person who performed it was very happy with the outcome. 

Third Card: The Seven of Swords

Like the first card, this is another card of betrayal, this time betrayal by stealth. On the card we see Orestes sneaking in the palace of Argos under the cover of night, on his way to kill his mother for murdering his father. This tells me that this act of treachery was done in secret/under the cover of darkness, the exact opposite of the Sun card as the underlying energy of this thread. It was done by someone who had snuck into the palace somehow, i.e. not a member of the BRF (who have a legitimate reason to be at the palace), but by one of the married-ins. As this question is about Archie, and the married in involved in his birth is Meghan Markle, this act of treachery was performed by Meghan.

The other clue as to the nature of this act in in Orestes’s motive - he is going to kill his mother, Clytemnestra, the Queen of Argos. Harry’s mother is dead, but he does have a grandmother who is the Queen of a country. This is an act of treachery perpetuated by Meghan Markle against HM the Queen. 

The only act of treachery that Meghan could commit against the Queen that concerns her son, is if Archie is not born from her physical body but was carried by a surrogate or is adopted. Either situation would make Archie ineligible not just for the use of the title of Earl of Dumbarton, but also for a place in the line of succession, as heirs to the throne must be born from the body of their royal mothers. 

Tampering with the line of succession is not just an act of treachery, it is treason, and as such is written down in law, the same way as plotting to kill a monarch is an act of treason under the law. If Meghan passed off a surrogate or adopted child as one born from her body, that would be an act of treachery and an act of treason against the Queen, just as Orestes is sneaking into the palace to commit an act of treason by killing the monarch (his mother).

Fourth Card: The King of Pentacles

This card represents a mature earth sign person, specifically a Taurus, and the values of stability and wealth. It is a King, the highest of the court cards. The person who fits this card is HM the Queen, a sun sign Taurus who is literally the highest ranked person in the UK. 

If we look at the third and fourth cards together we can see that the figure with the swords (Orestes) is moving towards the King of Pentacles (HM the Queen), and not away from them.  The act of treachery of the third card is an act committed against the Queen.

The act of treachery is not only committed against the Queen, but also against the stability and wealth that the King of Pentacles represents. It is an act designed to disrupt the stability of the UK and the stability of the line of succession in order to gain wealth that would otherwise be unavailable to the perpetrator, Meghan (for example, if she divorced without kids she would get less money than if she divorced with kids).

Fifth Card: The Three of Wands

This card shows Jason holding three torches in his hands while a man kneels at his feet, offering him a crown. This is a card of the initial success of a venture.

 Meghan’s deception about the birth of Archie appears to be initially successful.  Archie was placed in the line of succession by newspapers with no correction from the BRF. For all intents and purposes, Archie had been offered his crown. Meghan holds the torches, providing light, as she controlled the amount of light surrounding Archie’s birth. This was not a lot, the birth was shrouded in secrecy. Even when Archie was presented to the press (and so to the general public) it was a tightly controlled affair, with limited press access, and the press had to ask for Archie’s face to be visible enough that they could take a picture of him. It seemed that her plan had succeeded.

However, it was announced that Archie would be known as Master Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor instead of the Earl of Dumbarton, as per the wishes of his parents. The aristocrats picked up on this as a signal that something was wrong (Lady Colin Campbell explains this in one of her videos). Archie was still in the line of succession, but he did not gain the use of the title the Earl of Dumbarton. The seeds of doubt were sown in the upper classes. Meghan has a lot of work ahead to bring her plan to a successful conclusion, hence her current insistence that Archie deserves a title.

Conclusion:

Acts of treachery and deception around both the wedding of Meghan and Harry and the birth of Archie mean that there are doubts about Archie’s eligibility to be known as the Earl of Dumbarton. These acts of treachery were committed against HM the Queen and the stability of her throne (the line of succession).

The Carrying and Birth of Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor

His mother, Meghan had several characteristics that are not consistent with carrying a child, including a bump that changed size seemingly at will (e.g. increasing to triple its size while walking from the car to an event), and being able to perform acts no other pregnant woman could (e.g. kneeling with legs together). This cast doubt on the pregnancy from the start.

His mother, Meghan, refused the services of the royal doctors to choose her own birthing team, but we were never told who they were. 

Archie’s birth was supposed to take place at Portland hospital, but no-one saw the Harkles enter or leave the hospital. Two messages were given to the press, one that Meghan was in labour, and one less than an hour later that the baby had been born. Both messages were later shown to have been sent after the birth had taken place.

Archie was supposed to have been delivered by Doctor Penelope Law, the Countess of Bradford, but both the countess and her husband have positively denied this.

Archie was not shown to the press on the hospital steps after his birth, a tradition carried out by Sarah, the Duchess of York at Portland Hospital with both of her children, Beatrice and Eugenie, who at the time of their births were 5th and 6th in line to the throne respectively.

No doctors signed off on the birth announcement for Archie that was posted on an easel in front of Buckingham Palace.

On the same birth announcement, the wording begins “The Queen and the Royal Family are delighted at the news that Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Sussex was safely delivered of a son today...’, and not “Her Royal Highness the <title> of <name> was safely delivered of a son/daughter...”, which has been the format for every other royal birth in the family. This states very plainly that the Royal Family was only told about the birth; they have no witnesses that it actually occurred (as the royal doctors stand witness to the other royal births).

[thedeathlysallows]

Summary: Smart, beloved, renowned for her beauty and intelligence, Princess Catriona of Scotland never hurts for male company. In fact, it gets quite boring from time to time. Until her father and uncle invite the cousin of the French King. Jacques Le Gris is charming and handsome, but Catriona is no fool. Anything between them could only end with blood. That doesn’t stop Catriona from wanting him.

Taglist: @gotham-city-uber-driver​

A/N:  Loads of historical inaccuracies and complete diversion from certain actual historical events. Semi-slow burn. Obsessive Jacques.

Chapter 4: The Book

Days pass without Catriona running into Jacques and she can’t quite tell if it’s accidental or if he’s avoiding her after her outburst in the garden. She can’t blame him if the reason is the latter. Her behavior was… alarming to say the least. Never before had she snapped at a man quite like she did Jacques, but she couldn’t contain it. His closeness had sparked something deep inside her and she knew if she didn’t run right then, well, she never would.

“Sarah,” Catriona calls her maid over. “Have you seen my book? The new one Master William gave me?”

“No, ma’am. Not since you went to the gardens with it the other day.”

The gardens…

“Fuck!” Catriona stomps her foot. “The bastard probably took it so I’d have to seek him out. What a sly, infuriating, devilish-”

“Tall, handsome, strong.”

Catriona’s mouth falls open in surprise. “Sarah, what are you doing?”

“Well if we’re listing off Monsieur Le Gris’s attributes we’d be remiss to leave off those three.” Sarah smiles slyly at her mistress. “You had to have noticed, ma’am. I doubt there’s a woman in the castle who hasn’t.”

Catriona looks down in an attempt to hide her embarrassment, playing with a loose thread on her sleeve. “I suppose.” She bites her lower lip. “How do you know he’s strong? What if he just… what if he just looks strong?”

Sarah shrugs. “It’s hard to fake a stature like his. I’ve asked around the castle to see if any of our women have been lucky enough to see what’s underneath those fine clothes of his… but apparently he’s bedded no one since coming through our gate.”

“No one?!” Catriona finds it difficult to believe. “Surely they’re mistaken! A man with his reputation doesn’t go long without female company. Maybe whoever it is, is hesitant to come forward because she’s embarrassed. That has to be it.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not.”

“The French are too degenerate to not bed the first woman they see.”

“But, m’lady, were you not the first woman Le Gris saw?”

Catriona’s face turns a deep red. “I’d like to be alone.”

Sarah curtsies. “Yes, m’lady. Shall I draw your bath before I leave?”

“Yes, fine.” Catriona sits in her chair by the fire, watching the flickering flames with little interest. Her head spins with the information Sarah presented. It’s impossible. Isn’t it? Why would Jacques withhold himself from pleasure when he is clearly a man of passion?

Sarah clears her throat when Catriona gives no indication of noticing her. “You’ve been staring at that fire for so long your sight is sure to be affected. I’ve finished drawing your bath, ma’am.”

“Oh!” Catriona blinks several times, pulling her mind from her previous thoughts. “Thank you, Sarah.”

“Will there be anything else?”

“Yes, one last task and you’re dismissed for the night. I need you to find Le Gris. Tell him to return my book to me at once.”

Sarah nods dutifully before leaving Catriona’s chambers. She knows exactly where to find Le Gris as all the women in the castle do. Even if it does no good. He never invites women to join him for the night no matter what the Princess has decided to be true. It confounds Sarah just as much as it does her mistress; however, she knows it is not her place to question the actions of those higher than her. Even if they’re foreign scoundrels like Le Gris.

When she approaches his room, she finds Adam standing by the door. The man greets her with an easy smile. “Good evening.”

Sarah smiles tightly. “Good evening. Princess Catherine has a request to make of your master.”

“What would the Princess need with my master?”

“Her book. She knows he has it and she wants it back.”

Adam loses his smile. “We had a deal, Sarah.”

“What was I supposed to do? She asked me where it was.”

“You know what you were supposed to do!” Adam catches himself before his voice becomes so loud that everyone can hear him. “You were supposed to suggest she lost it in the garden and have her return for it. Alone.”

Sarah grits her teeth. “I did suggest she lost it in the garden. I refuse to be blamed for the fact that you dimwitted men underestimated Catherine’s intelligence! I told you it wouldn’t work, but you refused to listen to me! Now your little plot is done.”

“Or is it? Where is she now?”

She steps back, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Safe. Away from men like you and your master. Give the book back and be done with this.”

“So her room then?”

“Give. The. Book. Back. Leave her alone or I will take this to the King.”

“And implicate yourself in a plot against your mistress?” Adam clicks his tongue. “Oh, Sarah, would you really rather die than have Catherine happy?”

Sarah looks at his face closely, shaking her head when she finds his eyes empty and void of all emotion. “I would rather die than put her in the hands of men like you.”

“Men like you. You keep saying that and I don’t think you understand it doesn’t hold the power you think it does. Jacques Le Gris is a god among men and has decided Catherine is his goddess. People like you and I can’t stand in the way of love like that.”

“That’s not love. He’s possessed by lust.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “If he was possessed as you say, why then are there no women warming his bed as we speak?”

“Give the book back.” Sarah gives him one last look of disgust before turning on her heel and marching back down the hallway.

Adam watches her leave, makes sure she’s out of sight and hearing range, before entering Jacques’s chamber. “We have a problem.”

Jacques looks up from the giggling girl in his bed. “What would that be?”

“Sarah refused to follow the plan. The Princess knows you have her book and she wants it back. Now.” Adam admires the beauty in Jacques’s arms briefly before turning his gaze back to Le Gris. “What do we do?”

Jacques pushes the girl away from him, firm yet gentle. “Leave,” he tells her. “And speak of this to no one.”

The girl huffs. “You can’t be serious…”

“I am. I have other matters to attend and can’t have you around for them.”

“She’ll never fuck you,” she blurts bitterly. “The Princess? She’s cold and frigid and can’t warm your bed like I-”

Jacques holds up a hand. “I advise you to not finish that sentence. For the last time, leave.”

The girl dresses herself, anger dripping off her body. “I thought you were charming.”

“As all women do.” Jacques dresses himself as well. “Therein lies the problem. You mistake my charm for love, my dear.”

“You hope to charm the Princess?”

“No.” Jacques throws a dark cape over his shoulders, lifting the hood to cover his head. “Do not be here when I return. Adam, see to it she understands what she’s been told.”

Adam bows as the door shuts behind Jacques.

Several halls down, Catriona sinks down into the copper tub, warm water covering her body. Steam swirls around her, mingling with the cool October air. She’s still absolutely confounded by Jacques Le Gris and his behavior. He has his reputation for a reason. She’s been on the receiving end of his charm and attention too long now to not understand why he has the reputation he does.

So why has he not used it on any other women in the castle?

Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Sarah, back from passing on the message, Catriona assumes. “Enter.”

Jacques steps through the door and every muscle in Catriona’s body freezes. He’s holding her book, looking just as shocked as she feels.

“Forgive me,” Jacques says. He tries to keep his gaze from straying too far from her face but it’s extremely difficult.

Catriona knows she should be screaming, making a scene, telling him to leave. Anything except just sit there. She’s simply too… shocked to do any of those things. Her mind swirls with a million different questions. How did he get in? How did no one see him? Why would he seek her out in the night like this? How did he know where her chambers were?

For what it’s worth, she does give points in his favor for remaining still and not coming any closer.

Jacques holds up her book. “You left this in the gardens. I tried calling out to you but you didn’t hear me.”

“I ignored you.”

Jacques looks almost relieved in a strange way. “So you have been ignoring me?”

“Yes, I-” Catriona cuts herself off. “Why am I being the one questioned when you are the one in my bathroom?”

Jacques gestures to the door. “You invited me in.”

“I thought you were Sarah.”

He holds out his hands in mock innocence. “Surprise.”

“Get out!”

“As you wish!”

This isn’t the first time she’s yelled at him and Jacques is sure it won’t be the last. In an odd way he looks forward to it. Welcomes it even. It shows fire and passion and fervor equal to his own.

“I meant get out of my chambers,” Catriona says as she exits her bathroom. Her nightgown is sheer white lace, clinging to her body deliciously. She shows no sign of embarrassment and Jacques takes that as a good sign.

Jacques adjusts himself in his seat, crossing his legs to hide the tent in his trousers. “I was promised a conversation about books.”

She pours one goblet of wine and hesitates slightly before pouring another. Her eyes dart to the book still in his hand. “You read it?”

He laughs, the sound breathy and low. “I tried but I’m afraid Gaelic is a language I haven’t yet mastered. Though… there’s one word I know.”

Catriona sits across from him, moonlight pouring in through the window and casting her face in a gentle glow. She slides him his goblet across the table. “What would that be?”

“Scáthach,” he answers easily.

“That’s a name, not a word.” Catriona feels a little weak hearing her childhood name fall from his lips so intimately.

His eyes bore into her own almost as if daring her to do something. “Your name. Or your epithet at least.”

“How do you know that?” A sense of unease spreads through her. How does he know so much?

Jacques considers laying out his cards in front of her, spilling his heart out in the chilly night air in the hopes his words spark a memory. Any memory. No matter how brief or insignificant the recollection, it doesn’t matter.

“It’s common knowledge,” he says at last.

“Except it isn’t. It shouldn’t be. Not to a man such as yourself.”

“A scoundrel?”

“A foreigner.”

“Ah, but I’m not so foreign, Princess.” Jacques sips his wine thoughtfully. “We’ve met before. You must remember.”

Catriona picks up on his meaning easily. He isn’t asking her, isn’t gently reminding her. He’s telling her to remember but her mind just comes up empty. She can’t recall seeing him before. If she had, his face would’ve haunted all her dreams until they met again.

“I- I don’t remember… we’ve never met.” She stutters through the sentence, thrown off by not having the upper hand over him any longer. But really… did she ever? Time after time she fell right into his trap. Helpless, confused, powerless.

“You’re lying,” Jacques insists. He leans forward in his chair, eyes boring into hers. “You have to remember. There hasn’t been a day in all these years that I haven’t thought of you or hoped for some bit of information to come my way. You haven’t married and I know it’s because you’ve been waiting for me. For our destiny.”

Catriona doesn’t say a word. She sits in frozen silence waiting for the worst. The air is tense between them, charged with emotions neither one of them can quite place. Jacques is… terrifying, Catriona finally decides. He’s terrifying and charming and horrible and intriguing all at once. What she can’t decide is what to do with him. Part of her, a dark, horrifying part of her that she would never admit to, wants to follow his lead. The other part of her knows she needs to get rid of him before irreparable damage is done.

“Jacques,” she says softly. “I think you should leave.”

“The only way I will leave is if you go with me. I won’t leave your side again. Let us be done with these games and give in to what we know is the truth. God himself has placed us on the same path and I refuse to ignore it any longer.” Jacques stands and moves in front of where Catriona sits, knocking over his wine in the process. He falls to his knees and grasps her hands in his own. “Catriona, you have never left my mind. I’ve waited years for this moment. Let me love you.”

Catriona’s breath catches in her throat. “Jacques-”

[architectureandfilmblog]

20 MOVIES WHICH FEATURE BEAUTIFUL ARCHITECTURE

PART #2: HOTELS AND NON-RESIDENTIAL (AND A FEW MORE HOUSES)

The purpose of this blog has always been to explore, through cinema, buildings that we may not have the chance to visit in person. With most of us stuck at home right now, that kind of cinematic escape feels more appealing than ever, so here's a bumper list of some more of my all-time favourite structures in movies. (Part #1: HOUSES is Here)

1. QUANTUM OF SOLACE (2009) The tradition of housing Bond villians in sci-fi worthy contemporary architecture was continued with Auer+Weber’s  ESO Hotel at Cerro Paranal.

2. SPECTRE (2015) This Bond features Johann Obermoser’s striking mountaintop ICE Q restaurant, at Austria’s Sölden Ski Resort.

3. GATTACA (1997) Gattaca’s futuristic world is assembled from iconic elements of California’s architectural past. The characters glide down minimalist roadways in electrified Citroens and inhabit monumental Brutalist, Futurist or International Style structures, such as Frank Lloyd Wright’s Marin County Civic Center.

4. PLAYTIME (1967) Jaques Tati poked fun at Modern architecture, but depicted it onscreen more beautifully than perhaps any other filmmaker. For his masterwork, he built his own Modernist mini-Paris, with steel and concrete buildings, streets, working traffic lights, and a power plant.

5. CATCH ME IF YOU CAN (2001) Leonardo DiCaprio’s fraudster poses as a Pan Am pilot in two scenes shot within Eero Saarinen’s 1962 TWA Terminal.

6. EX MACHINA (2014) Nathan’s contemporary alpine residence is actually Jensen and Skodvin’s 2013 Juvet Landscape Hotel.

7. A VIEW TO KILL (1985) In this 80′s Bond, Roger Moore shoots unsuccessfully at Grace Jones from around the steelwork of the Eiffel Tower, as he pursues her up it, dodging his own would-be assassins.

8. VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA (2008) Woody Allen features several of Barcelona’s iconic structures, including Gaudí’s Church of La Sagrada Familia, and Casa Milà, and Josep Lluis Sert’s Miro Foundation.

9. THE INTERNATIONAL (2009) As globe-trotting thrillers go, this is unremarkable, but it does feature an extended scene at Frank Lloyd Wright’s Guggenheim Museum.

10. THE ITALIAN JOB (1969) This film featured the beautiful rooftop test track of the 1923 Fiat Lingotto Factory in Turin, by Matté Trucco (pictured above).

11. INCEPTION (2010) The snow fortress was allegedly based on the iconic 1970 UCSD Geisel Library, by William Pereira & Associates + Gin Wong.

12. BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE (2016) Despite the  extreme similarity to both Mies Van Der Rohe’s Farnsworth House and Philip Johnson’s Glass House, Bruce Wayne’s Modernist-inspired residence was purpose-built for the film.

13. GOLDFINGER (1964) One of Bond’s most stylish outings, complete with a Ken Adam-designed villian’s lair.

14. PINEAPPLE EXPRESS (2008) Ted the Homicidal Drug Boss (Gary Cole) lives in R M Schindler’s 1941 Rodriguez House.

15. EQUINOX FLOWER (1958) Yashujiro Ozu was a master of the use of domestic space in cinema, and his meticulous and contemplative films are a beautiful catalogue of traditional Japanese architecture.

16. INTERIORS (1978) There may be nothing uplifting in the bleak, subdued tale of a waspish interior designer and her slowly imploding family, but the sparse perfectionism of the world she has constructed, especially that of her Southhampton beach house, is alluring. 

17. HIGH RISE (2016) Tom Hiddleston moves into a luxury 70′s Brutalist apartment tower, and faces some grim and gory consequences, in this adaptation of J G Ballard’s dystopian novel.

18. THE PHANTOM THREAD (2018) The clean, meticulous, interiors of this film, especially those of the minimalist Georgian townhouse -the curves of the staircases, the William Morris wallpaper - are as absorbing as the characters.

19. NOCTURNAL ANIMALS (2016) Director and ex-architecture student Tom Ford set much of this film at Scott Mitchell Studio’s contemporary Kurt Rappaport House.

20. FRENCH POSTCARDS (1979) Corbusier’s best-known building, Villa Savoye, can be seen in this film, where it plays the home of one of the characters.  (Photo: Fiat Lingotto Factory (The Italian Job)  by Gabriele Basilico via area-arch.it)

[eventidespirits]

Adam Allistair Freemont

Aliases: Edwin Lockhart, William Silva, Francis LaRue, Everett Brighton, James Fenwick

Apparent Age: "29"

Birthday: August 11th, 1897

Death Day: December 19th, 1926

Species: Vampire (Siren Bloodline)/Bloodbound Spirit

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Primarily Heterosexual

Occupation: Photographer

Residence: Santa Marta, California; Morgan Kendrick's Psychic Realm

Universe: Primarily original lore but also Vampire the Masquerade where he's a Camarilla Toreador who defected to the Sabbat.

Appearance:

Height: 6'0

Build: Tall and lanky with angular shoulders and long limbs. He has a trim, lightly muscled physique with long delicate fingers and soft hands.

Eye Color: Luminous Yellow/Gold with slitted cat-like pupils and a darker, amber band around the edges.

Hair Color/Texture: Black, 1b hair texture. Just long enough for the ends to brush against his shoulders. Partially brushed back and parted to the right but a significant amount of his hair ends up falling into his face.

Face: Angular with a square jaw and high cheekbones. He has a mostly straight nose with a slight convex curve to the bridge. He has deep set eyes with heavy lids and dark circles and usually looks somewhat sleepy but in a strangely sensual way. Defined lips that are usually curved into a sadistic little smirk. He's quite attractive but in a way that feels vaguely dangerous or even predatory.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Adam has bright golden eyes with slitted cat-like pupils. He also has a rather large, jagged scar on his back, located between his shoulder blades. I'd include his *other* distinguishing characteristic but that's kinda NSFW ;)

Posture/Body Language: Confident, even arrogant, chin up, shoulders back but not in a way that looks particularly stiff. His body language is generally relaxed and easy, bringing to mind a big cat at rest -- there's always something about the way he moves that implies a predatory nature laying beneath his cool, collected surface. Adam walks with clear purpose and long, smooth strides and always knows how to make an entrance.

Voice: Soft and smooth with a deep timbre and confident inflection. Adam's voice is somewhat like poisoned honey or arsenic laced velvet -- smooth and sweet but with something slightly off.

Clothing Style: Adam prefers dark colors -- burgundy, blood red, black, charcoal, rich deep browns and the ocassional pop of gold or cream or a white dress shirt. He wears primarily expensive, tailored button downs made from things like silk, velvet or very high thread count cotton with the sleeves rolled up and the top three (or four) buttons undone. Sometimes with brocade, floral or striped patterns. If it's cooler out, he'll wear a black blazer or something similar. When it comes to pants, it's almost entirely black or charcoal tailored pants or pitch black jeans. He usually wears very few accessories -- a nice watch, a belt, a silver and garnet ring and a pendant on a thin silver or gold chain. Generally wearing pointed toe oxfords or other dress shoes. When it comes to outerwear, Adam generally prefers things like wool coats and the ocassional leather jacket (always real leather, too) (to get a better idea, check out his [Pinterest Board]

Skills

Social: Manipulation, Lying, Gaslighting, Flirting, Proper Etiquette, Public Speaking, Blame Shifting, Negging, Seduction

Physical: knife combat, some hand to hand combat, basic combat training (circa 1914), long range firearms/sniping, Ballroom Dancing, Fencing, Horseback riding, the carnal arts

Talents: Photography, Drawing, Poetry, Lying, Being an Asshole, Manipulation, Painting, Seduction, Sex

Knowledges: Fluent in French & Italian, Masters in Psychology (circa 1926), Photo Development (wet plate, autochrome, modern methods), some basic knowledge of financial law and property law

Hobbies: Photography, writing, breaking pretty girls, avoiding his deep-seated psychological issues, general hedonism

Special: Emotional Influence, Telepathy, Emotional Transference, Enhanced Stamina, Enhanced Strength, "Immortality", Enhanced Senses (esp sight), minor regeneration, sweet blood, emotional radar/supernatural empathy, hypnosis/mind control

Psyche

Strengths: Charismatic, quick-thinking, clever, good at understanding the thought processes of others, empathetic, deeply romantic, treats service workers well, dedicated, generally calm, high emotional intelligence, has critical thinking skills, polite*, can be incredibly sweet, adaptable, pays a lot of attention to his partners in bed, passionate, artistic, creative, protective

Weaknesses: selfish, self-absorbed, arrogant, manipulative, almost completley lacks compassion, disdain for basically everyone around him, dishonest, has a horrible temper, needs constant attention and praise, has a massive inferiority/superiority complex, overconfident, easily susceptible to flattery, deep-seated intimacy issues, can't stand being wrong, terrified of vulnerability, paranoid, detached from his own emotions/denies his own humanity, callous, sadistic, can be incredibly rude, actually a bit of a coward, condescending, possessive, jealous and generally kind of a dick.

Fears: genuine intimacy, abandonment/loneliness,true death, being buried alive

Goals: To finally create the perfect art piece (i.e., break someone in just the right way -- he's not even sure what this MEANS, he's just sure he'll "know" when he finally does it), to just enjoy his immortality.

Personality: On the surface, Adam seems likable enough -- at least, at first. He's incredibly charming and thoughtful, often anticipating people's wants before they're even able to articulate them, witty, intelligent and seemingly very polite...

But beneath that surface lurks a spoiled rich kid who learned early on in life that having money, being good looking and charming meant he could get away with almost anything. Adam is self-absorbed and arrogant and almost everything he does is a carefully crafted performance intended to get people on his side and manipulate them into doing what he wants.

Beneath even that, which he desperately tries to ignore, is a little boy who was spoiled by his mother and entirely ignored by his (largely absent) father -- a young man who was traumatized by being forced to fight in WWI and who is full of deep-seated fears and insecurities.

To make up for this, Adam is often sadistic towards the people around him -- but in that way where it's difficult to tell that he's actually being cruel until one looks back at the conversation.

He has difficulty genuinely connecting to others because of those insecurities and instead uses his powers as a Siren to make the people around him love and adore him-- no matter how badly he treats them.

Life

Best Memory: Being gifted his first camera, meeting his Maker.

Worst Memory: Somewhere between when he almost died during WWI and his actual death...

Biggest Achievement: Getting his Masters

Prized Possession: Silver and Garnet ring gifted to him by his Maker, his first camera, his black 2020 Ferrari Portofino (with the red leather interior), (he also has an engraved custom sniper rifle but a friend picked the model and shit for me and I cannot remember what it is for the life of me)

Favorite Color: Red, Gold

Favorite Food:

-Mortal Food: Partial to anything rich and flavorful, prefers food that's not pointlessly ostentatious (nothing coated in gold leaf, that's absurd), dry red wines, Italian Cream Cake, Eggs Benedict, Crepes Suzette

-Blood: Blood taken in the heat of the throes of passion from someone that's truly and deeply in love with and obsessed with him...

Favorite Scents: Blood, Gasoline, Cloves, Cinnamon, Resin, YSL Nuit, roses, vanilla, rain, the sharp smell of a cloudless winter night

Favorite Songs: Winter, 1st Movement - Vivaldi, Raindrops - Chopin, La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Can't Leave Home Without: At least one knife somewhere on his person.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Childhood: Adam is the only child out of six in his family to survive to adulthood with four older siblings who had either in infancy, had been stillborn or died of tuberculosis when Adam was still too young to remember them. He had one younger sibling, a sister named Mary who was killed in an accident at the age of 6 when Adam was 8 years old. His parents were already a little bit older by the time he was born and his father was the owner of an incredibly lucrative railroad line and had profited greatly from the Gold Rush as well as owning multiple properties in San Francisco and neighboring Santa Marta...

Due to the loss of her other children, Adam's mother doted on him -- giving into his every whim, supplying him with the best education she could and basically just spoiling the ever loving fuck out of him. His father, on the other hand, was always busy with work and when he was home, had nothing but criticism for Adam who desperately tried to gain his approval to no avail.

Adolescence: Adam developed a passion for photography as a teenager and discovered that being good-looking, clever and rich meant he could get away with A LOT more than most people and also meant that he rarely heard "no" and accepted it as an answer even less often (though he rarely resorted to force to get his way, relying instead on bribery, flattery, blackmail and implied threats). All of this gave him quite an interest in psychology and he intended to become a clinical psychologist. During his adolescence, Adam would have a great many girlfriends and despite being a selfish and manipulative little shit, was actually not the world's worst boyfriend and no hint of the violent temper and genuine sadism he'd develop after being Changed.

Adulthood: Adam's education would be interrupted by the outbreak of WWI,which if asked he will describe as "incredibly distasteful and personally inconvenient." He was a skilled marksman and sniper but was otherwise unremarkable -- much to his father's disdain. After nearly dying in one of the trenches of France after taking a grievous bayonet wound in the last few months of the war, Adam would be sent back from the frontlines and would shortly begin work on continuing his education...

However -- despite the fact that he would complete all seven years necessary to get his degree, Adam's interest in becoming an actual psychologist wouldn't ever come to fruition. In 1925, he would meet Amelia Madeleine Smith -- an unbelievably beautiful and charming socialite from Santa Marta who would see Adam's potential as a source of money and influence for the Nightingale Court of Northern California. She would spend the next year carefully grooming him to become her protege -- manipulating him much in the same way he would later manipulate the women he dates as a vampire -- using emotional transference, mind control and mundane manipulation to cause him to fall madly in love with her... In December of 1925, Amelia would finally perform the ritual of transformation on him and bring Adam over into the world of the Supernatural.

Unfortunately for Adam, his Change would take nearly two weeks to complete -- two weeks spent in absolute agony beyond anything he'd experienced before. Amelia, believing the most important first step for a newly born vampire is to break their bonds to humanity would kidnap his mother during this change and leave her for him to kill upon waking. Adam would remain with Amelia (who used her bond as Adam's maker to control most of his actions and her abilities as a Siren to continue to influence his emotions) until 1980 when she was killed by a member of the Bram Park Wolf Pack in Santa Marta, leaving Adam behind. During this period, Adam would end up being "taken in" by a bonded pair of Stryza -- Camille Belikova and Lucy DeSantos and would act as their primary draw for new playthings.

Recent: Adam met Morgan Kendrick at the Velvet Box goth club in Santa Marta when Morgan was twenty two years old and would sweep her off her feet, intending to make her into his "masterpiece"... Three years into this relationship, Adam would finally Change Morgan, which would break the initial control he had over her and result in her, in a fit of rage, completely draining him and through a magical fluke, causing his spirit to become bonded/fused with her blood...

Recently, Adam's presence has disappeared from Morgan's psyche due to the machinations of Miss Belikova and her wife -- though it appears that the two of them are still inextricably linked in a way beyond the usual bond between Maker and Fledgling.

Relationships

Family: Lawrence Freemont (Father; Deceased), Anne Freemont (Mother; Deceased), Mary Freemont (Sister; Deceased)

Lovers: Amelia Smith (Maker; Deceased), Morgan Kendrick (Fledgling, Ex, Soulbond), Many other unnamed girls.

Friends: Camille Belikova, Lucille DeSantos, Jonathan Andreason

Enemies: Morgan Kendrick, the Bram Park Wolfpack

Acquaintances: Miranda Cortez (Queen of the Nightingale Court of Santa Marta)

Income: Moderately Wealthy

Vehicles: 2020 Ferrari Portofino

Residences: Penthouse Apartment in Vista Rosa, a small Victorian row house in Val Del Mar and a 1br/1ba apartment in Park Verde (all located in Santa Marta)

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

How would you fix the mess that was s5?

Okay, this thought exercise essentially follows the pattern provided by canon, and my goal was restructure things with as little change to the canon elements as possible. For ease of reading, let’s break this up into Pre and Post Crisis:

Pre-Crisis

The main Season 5a arc would be Obsidian North and the VR tech. Kelly and Andrea would feature most heavily after Supergirl in this arc, as Kelly is our way into Obsidian North, and would start off as the VR’s biggest supporter, but then swiftly shift to investigator mode when she becomes the first person to notice its flaws. Andrea would first pose as a villain in trying to dissuade the investigation, but would eventually become an ally when she finally believes Kelly that something is amiss. The whole “trapped in VR” arc would build and peak before Crisis.

Meanwhile, Lena’s active contribution to the first half of the season would be Hope, with the reveal tension a running thread throughout. As she relies more and more on the AI, she pulls further and further away from Kara. She does lie about her forgiveness, but not as a cover for Non Nocere, but just as a human reaction to avoiding conflict and hiding her hurt. Despite the forgiveness Lena claims to have, Kara senses the distance, but either doesn’t put it together, or simply can’t bring herself to address it (this is later shown to be a mistake). 

Throughout 5a, Kara is also struggling to come to terms with the new CatCo. Not only does she not understand the nature of digital journalism, but she has to contend with blatant animosity from William Dey. He only starts being nice when he overhears Kara and Nia talking about Kara’s friendship with Lena (he intends to use Kara to get close to Lena). 

Nia is the one who covers for Kara the most, and ends up taking the majority of the fluff and buzzfeed type quizzes and lists. She’s the one who comes out and asks Andrea why she’s focusing so much on the clicks, and gets the lesson about digital media-- which is then conveyed to Kara in a student-becomes-the-master moment.

Alex is somewhat of a background figure in 5a, getting a few key moments in which she tries to help using the DEO, but her involvement only seems to worsen each situation they enter. She reconnects with J’onn for advice, but doesn’t get any real guidance before the Crisis happens. 

My version of the Crisis event would change as well, but since Crisis doesn’t really have anything to do with the overall season except to reset everything when we come back, I’ll skip that for now.

Post Crisis

Alex’s role at the DEO kicks up a notch as she chafes under her corporate overlord. She has more red tape to follow, and has to answer for every i she dots and every t she crosses, all for a man she can’t bring herself to trust. She eventually quits, and when she joins up with J’onn’s PI firm, she learns that the DEO is the boogeyman of the new reality. They smash up homes and abscond with aliens-- except that it’s all stuff that Alex participated in before the reality reset too, so… turns out the DEO isn’t the good guy with a badge that she always believed herself to be.

Kara resumes the abruptly shifted dynamic with William Dey, but they have a shared mission to take down Lex Luthor, so agrees to work with him. She eventually realizes this is a mistake when William tries to use Lena to get to Lex, and uses Kara to do it. Eventually, it comes out that there are two Lexes, the original bad!Lex and the new good!Lex. 

For Lena, her entire world is turned upside down by the reset, as it puts her brother back in control of LuthorCorp, and appears to be a good person, while Lillian seems to truly love her. Lex doesn’t seem to remember anything about the previous reality. In fact, he seems like a whole new Lex. Which he is-- the old Lex has survived, yes, but is not the man sitting on top of this new world. Bad!Lex operates from the shadows, suffering from entropic cascade failure, and connects with Leviathan in an attempt to survive.

Lena has to battle with her inner demons about having killed Lex, a new family who seems to love her as much as they DIDN’T in the previous reality, and the fact that Kara is telling her that no matter how innocent he acts, this Lex HAS to be the old Lex because Lex turned himself into paragon and thereby helped rewrite reality. Which means she’s forced to choose between a friend who has lied to her before, and the brother she’s always wanted to have. 

When Lena finds out about bad!Lex having survived, she tells the good!Lex about it-- because she knows that the bad!Lex will kill the new one in order to survive. When he hears the news, good!Lex grins at her with a “good thing I’ve got the world’s smartest person on my side.” They work together to take down bad!Lex. Lex is kind, supportive, and smiles a lot; it’s the dynamic Lena always wanted, and she cherishes every minute of it.

Kara is a little put off by Lena’s choice to trust good!Lex, until she sees them together. She and Lena eventually come together for a heart to heart, where Kara truly apologizes for hurting Lena, and Lena has gotten enough love from good!Lex to accept the apology and offer forgiveness. The Leviathan picks up again when it’s learned that bad!Lex has teamed up with them. Similar to canon, this is when we learn about Lena and Andrea’s backstory, and about the medallion of Acrata. It is discovered that Lena’s mother used to be part of Leviathan, and was killed for leaving them. When the medallion finally comes to her as its rightful owner, she uses it to destroy Leviathan and avenge her mother. Bad!Lex is destroyed in the process.

At the end of the season, good!Lex steps down from LuthorCorp and hands the reins back to Lena, knowing how much good she did with the company in the old reality. He says he wants to get back to working on some of his own passion projects, and to take some time to do some soul searching, relax for the first time since Lionel died. 

The very last scene is of good!Lex walking into a dark chamber and flipping on a single light to reveal Jeremiah Danvers chained and alone in his cell. Good!Lex crouches down and looks him in the eye.

“Now, tell me everything you know about Supergirl.”

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150 Best Engagement Quotes By Famous Personalities and Celebrities

Source: Happy Wedding App

You might need engagement quotes to beautify your Facebook and Insta posts; here, I am sharing with you 150+ timeless Engagement quotes given by famous personalities and celebrities. Take a look……

“Control leads to compliance; autonomy leads to engagement.” ― Daniel H. Pink.

“I have an engagement ring, which is my favorite accessory.” — Jules Asner.

“I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, and all you’re yet to be.” — Unknown.

“When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.” ― P.G. Wodehouse.

“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“…learning always occurs in a context of taking action, and they value engagement and experience as the most effective strategies for deep learning.” ― Richard DuFour.

To speak frankly, I am not in favor of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.” ― Oscar Wilde.

“I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.” ― C.J. English.

“Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love.” — William Penn

“Marriage is not kick-boxing, it’s salsa dancing.” ― Amit Kalantri.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” ― George Eliot.

“It is wrong to think of marriage as hyped bondage. You can marry and still be happy. Everything rests on who you are married to. Marriage is a beautiful thing.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“Student engagement is a product of motivation and active learning. It is a product rather than a sum because it will not occur if either element is missing.” ― Elizabeth F. Barkley.

“And try not to make a habit of getting engaged in the first place, Vivie. It can lead to marriage if you’re not careful.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.” — Unknown.

“The success of love is in the loving; it is not in the result of loving.” – Mother Teresa.

“Give a man the finger; he’ll put a wedding ring on it!” ― Ljupka Cvetanova.

“My acronym for full-on engagement: ROAR, Return on Attendee Relevance” ― Andrea Driessen

“The highest happiness on earth is marriage.” — William Lyon Phelps.

“They had exchanged vows and tokens, sealed their rich compact, solemnized, so far as breathed words and murmured sounds and lighted eyes and clasped hands could do it, their agreement to belong only, and to belong tremendously, to each other.” ― Henry James.

“Love is not in the ring. Love is in the heart.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” — Nora Ephron.

“You Need To Gauge, To Engage.” ― Syed Sharukh

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.” — William Shakespeare.

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“When you found someone you really loved, everything fitted.” ― Melissa Hill.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

“I’ve found someone who refuses to let me be anything but myself.” ― Hayley Paige.

“We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience Love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don’t feel so wonderful.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.” — Dante Alighieri.

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it Love—true Love.” — Robert Fulghum.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” ― Eric Ludy

“The reason why women think men should spend a lot of money on an engagement ring is because women are the ones who get to clean up all the poop (stains and toilet bowl swirls included) that is provided by every family member living in the house until they die.” ― Heather Chapple.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death does you apart.” ― Emily Thorne.

“My forever.” ― Unknown

“To keep the fire burning brightly, there’s one easy rule: Keep the two logs together, near enough to keep each other warm and far enough apart—about a finger’s breadth—for breathing room. Good fire, good marriage, same rule.” — Marnie Reed Crowel

“Once you’ve found the right person, you just know.” ― Sophie Turner.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” ― Ricardo Derose.

“How could I say no?” ― Unknown.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Calm down, it isn’t a ring,” I laughed, and he pushed the box across the table to me, and I blushed and opened it.” ― Mercy Cortez.

“We’re engaged to be engaged, aren’t we?” ― E.D. Baker

“You don’t marry someone you can live with-you marry the person you cannot live without.” — Unknown.

“Marriage is not the beginning of the journey, nor the end – it is the journey.” ― Carew Papritz.

“He’s just the best person I’ve ever met in my whole life.” ― Jennifer Lawrence.

“His proposal was dedicated to his love for me and the future he wanted to build together.” ― Rachel Lindsay.

“My Constant.” ― Unknown

“He got down on one knee, and he’s like, ‘I forgot everything I’m supposed to say, but you’re my best friend.'” ― Hilary Duff.

“It was so sweet.” ― Hilary Duff.

Also See: 110 Most Romantic Wedding Couple Quotes

“Well, he is the best man I’ve ever met. He’s just everything to me.” ― Unknown.

“Here’s to a lifetime of friendship, purpose & unconditional love.” ― Bindi Irwin.

“I asked my best friend a question… and he said yes.” ― Unknown.

“We have the greatest pre-nuptial agreement in the world. It’s called Love.” — Gene Perret.

“Wherever you are, is my home, my only home.” — Jane Eyre.

“Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.” — Simone Signoret

“She said yes. Locking it down.” ― Alex Rodriguez.

“When he asked, I could not say NO.” ― Unknown.

“Engagement marks the end of a whirlwind romance and beginning of an eternal love story.” — Unknown.

“True love stories never have endings.” — Richard Bach.

“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” — Robert Browning.

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“The countdown begins.” ― Unknown.

“We are not perfect; we learn from our mistakes. And as long as it takes, I will prove my Love to you.”— Sara Bareilles.

“It’s time to make things official.” ― Unknown.

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” — Helen Keller.

“Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.” ― Unknown.

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; But it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Every day is an engagement day for us.” ― Unknown.

“The secret of a happy marriage remains… a secret.” — Henny Youngman.

“25 days to go.” ― Unknown.

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.” —Charles Dickens.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes.

“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” — Maya Angelou.

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” – Arthur Conan Doyle.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” —Kiersten White.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” — Aristotle.

“Love one another, and you will be happy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that.” — Micheal Leunig.

“It’s not your perfectness that I fell in Love with. It was your flaws that brought me in.” — Unknown.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“My whole heart for my whole life.” — French Proverb

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Bronte.

“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.” — Albert Einstein.

“A marriage is like a long trip in a tiny rowboat; if one passenger starts to rock the boat, the other has to steady it; otherwise they will go to the bottom together.” — David Reuben.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” — Kiersten White.

“A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.” – Ruth Bell Graham.

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“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each includes the other, each is enriched by the other.” — Felix Adler.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.

“Before you marry a person, you should first make them use a computer with slow Internet to see who they really are.” — Will Ferrell.

“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.” — Milan Kundera.

“The disgusting way an engagement is regarded public property; all these older women smirking…but my point is their whole attitude is wrong— an engagement, horrid word in the first place, is a private affair and should be regarded as such.” — Daniel Day-Lewis.

“If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.” — Katharine Hepburn.

“It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” — Rita Rudner

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” – A.A. Milne.

“Today, engagement parties still allow both families to meet each other if they haven’t done so before. Even if both sets of parents have met, it’s nice for siblings and other extended relatives to meet and mingle, so they are all acquainted with one another before the wedding.” — Gabrielle Kaplan-Mayer.

“They say that marriages are made in heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.” — Clint Eastwood.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them, and you have found a lover for life.” — Leo Buscaglia.

“Courtship to marriage is a very witty prologue to a very dull play.” — William Congreve.

“It is the duty of the bride’s father to give a party to announce the Engagement. Apparently, this is done only after everyone knows about it.” — Spencer Tracy.

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” — Phyllis Diller.

“The best thing that the diamond ring could do; was to amicably occupy a place on the engagement finger.” — Nikhil Parekh.

“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. Your Love paints a beautiful picture of what Love really means.” — Unknown.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you apart.” — Emily Thorne.

“It’s never out of style to have good manners. If possible, make the engagement announcement to the bride’s parents in person.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, the water of sincerity and air of passion.” — Unknown.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” — Ricardo Derose.

“Marriages don’t work when one partner is happy, and the other is miserable. Marriage is about both people being equally miserable.” – Forget Paris.

“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.” — Mignon McLaughlin.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” — Eric Ludy.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Although somewhat outdated, the use of formal announcement cards is a beautiful and elegant way to spread the word of your engagement.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.” — Michelle Hodkin.

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“I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon…and I should like everything to go on for a long while just as it is.” — George Eliot.

“If you tell me you love me, I might not believe you, but if you show me you do, then I will.” — Unknown

“An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.” — Jane Austen.

“An engagement should come upon a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant as the case may be. It is hardly a matter she could be allowed to arrange for herself.” — Edith Evans.

“For a marriage to be a success, every woman and every man should have her and his own bathroom. The end.” — Catherine Zeta-Jones.

“Let us be together for the rest of our lives; I will assure you that, starting from this engagement.” — Unknown.

“Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is a conversation.” — Oscar Wilde.

“I choose you, and I’ll choose you. Over and over and over without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you.” — Unknown.

“For it was not into my ear, you whispered but into my heart.” — Judy Garland.

“The only gift is a portion of thyself.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson.

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” — Carl Jung.

“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.” — Leo Tolstoy.

“To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.” — David Viscott.

“I promise to take care of you when you are old, but the first time you hit me with your cane, I’ll wash your dentures in toilet water.” – Unknown.

“No engagement is worth anything unless it has been broken at least once.” — Dorothy Tutin.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” — George Eliot.

“Each time you happen to me all over again.” – Edith Wharton

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Love is not blind—it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.” — Rabbi Julius Gordon.

“Without you, I’m nothing, with you I’m something, but together we are everything.” — Unknown.

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” — Audrey Hepburn.

“I try to remember, as I hear about friends getting engaged, that it’s not about the ring and it’s not about the wedding. It’s a grave thing, getting married. And it’s easy to get swept up in the wrong things.” — Gwyneth Paltrow.

“I feel like this is the beginning, though I’ve loved you for a million years.” — Stevie Wonder.

“What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories!” – George Eliot

“A relationship is like a house when a light bulb burns out you do not go and buy a new house, but you fix the light bulb.” — Unknown.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“My instinct is to keep my engagement ring. After all, I wouldn’t like to see it on the finger of a cheeky girl.” — Sian Lloyd.

“Engagement is the time when you have a clear view of how wonderful your coming life will be. So try to get the best vision of a great and wonderful future waiting for you.” — Unknown.

“Love doesn’t make the world go round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“If I had a single flower for every time, I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.” — Claudia Adrienne Grandi.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“For you see, each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.” — Rosemonde Gerard.

“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald.

“You are my answered prayer because you are more than a giver in many aspects—a giver of Love, hope, and happiness. You are a great giver in your own peerless ways.” — Unknown.

“I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.” — Deanne Laura Gilbert.

Everyone has an addiction; mine just happens to be you.” — Unknown.

Use these beautiful Engagement quotes to write wonderful F.B. and Insta posts to announce the great news to the world.

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TheGuardian’s Oath, Part Ten

I’m definitely making progress... You can get caught up on previous sections by following the links in the Master List. 

Pairing: Feargal Devitt/ Finn Balor x OFC

Word count: 3,035

Content advisory: Some sexual content, not as graphic as in previous chapters. 

At first, I wondered if Sophia might have made them when she first started talking of her lost younger brother, but even a quick look dispelled that idea. The needlework was that of a skilled worker, a grown woman, not a child. The fabric was very soft and fine and the blanket was edged with a distinctive type of lace. Even the thread used for the embroidery looked expensive. Whoever had made these pieces had done so with the aim of making something very special and had the knowledge of what was needed to do so. Whatever had become of Colin, someone had gone to great lengths to make him something to show that he was loved. 

Perhaps the proper thing to do would have been to put everything away and wait to discuss these matters with my husband but I knew myself well enough to know that the thought that Kate might have lied to me about the origins of “Colin” would eat at my heart until I knew the truth.  So I gathered up both items, carefully folding them because I hated the idea of showing them any disrespect, and went downstairs to the kitchen. 

“Good morning ma’am,” Kate greeted me with her customary cheer. “Can I fix you something to eat?”

“Not right away,” I stammered, laying the mysterious garments out for her to see. “I was making some room in the cedar chest upstairs and I found these inside it. I’m not quite sure what to make of it.”

Kate stepped closer and her eyes widened. She looked every bit as shocked as I was, her jaw falling slack as she turned to face me. 

“These were upstairs? They were with… her… things?”

I nodded. “I remember what you told me about Sophia and I thought at first she might have made them but… there’s no way…”

Kate shook her head, rubbing her hands on her apron as she often did when she was anxious. “Oh no, these are her doing… the first Mrs. Devitt. That lace is from her part of the world. She brought some with her and she made blankets and wraps for Miss Sophia and Master William just like these. It’s been years since I’ve thought about it but doing such work was one of the only things that made her seem happy.”

She pursed her lips a little, as if she felt she’d said too much. 

“So there must have been some background story then, something she shared with Sophia,” I mused. “Is it possible that Mrs. Devitt had a younger brother who died? Perhaps Sophia heard the story when she was very young and confused it in her mind?”

“I suppose it could be something like that, ma’am. Although that name, Colin… that was the Reverend’s late father.”

“True. And the late Mrs. Devitt’s people were French.”

“I suppose they might have chosen that name for their son and then decided to change it to William afterwards,” she offered. 

We puzzled in silence for a few minutes before we were startled by a sharp gasp. We hadn’t heard Susan make her way into the kitchen but more unnerving was the expression on her face when she saw what we were looking at. 

“Oh she can’t have kept those,” she exclaimed breathlessly. “With the name and everything.”

“Do you know what these are, Susan?” I asked her, a little more sharply than I had intended. 

The girl’s face could hardly have looked more shocked if she had seen an actual ghost. 

“I’m sorry for speaking outside my place, ma’am but it caught me off guard. I never realized that they named it.”

“Named what?”

“Well when the Reverend’s first wife disappeared, when she died, she was expecting a child.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Kate snapped at her. “Who told you such a thing?” The cook turned her attention to me before continuing, “Ma’am, I’ve been here many years, and I was here during both of her confinements and I knew practically as soon as she did when she was in the family way.”

“I know she never shared the news,” Susan retorted, “but there were people in the village knew about it all the same.”

“Shame on you for listening to idle gossip!”

“Wait,” I interjected softly, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard. “Susan, why would Mrs. Devitt have told people in the village about this?”

“Why indeed?” Kate huffed. 

Susan shot the older woman a hot look but addressed her comments to me. “It wasn’t that she told people there, ma’am. She went to see my Aunt Anne because she was having a terrible time of it. My aunt always helped ladies in distress that way.”

Kate shook her head a little, her dark eyes furious and I was worried that any word she spoke would cause a fight.

“Your aunt helps with the lying-in?” I prompted. 

Susan nodded, looking a little gratified that I was taking her seriously. “She does whatever’s needed along the way.”

I didn’t need to ask Kate for her opinion because her disgust was painted across her face for all to see. 

“I can’t say what the problem was exactly but she asked me to set up a meeting for her with Aunt Anne and that’s what I did. I never knew what they discussed, as it wasn’t my business.”

Kate ejaculated a hard little laugh and I held up my hand to calm both of them. 

“Clearly, we’re not going to be able to learn anything more on the subject and that may be for the best. I am going to place these back where I found them and I don’t think we should any of us speak on it any further.”

The rest of the day unfolded under a sort of dark cloud that was reflected in the weather. A squall rolled in by late afternoon and everything for miles around was battered by wind and rain. I entreated Susan to stay until the storm passed for her own safety but she remained in such a mood that she refused. Dinner was quiet, with Kate a little tart that I had given any credence to Susan’s story and, I imagined, a little annoyed that she was unable to come up with an argument to categorically refute it. 

“Will you have a cup of tea with me?” she piped up once I had put the children to bed. 

“I would enjoy that,” I sighed. 

She sat with me and asked friendly enough questions about how I was managing and whether or not the children were afraid of the storm, but it was clearly all a prelude to what she really wanted to say. 

“I hope you don’t think I’m being impertinent, ma’am, but that girl’s story about…”

I nodded and bade her continue. 

“I don’t know if you’d decided on saying anything to the Reverend about those blankets you found, but if you do, for pity’s sake don’t start talking about his former wife going to see that old woman in the village. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with her helping young mothers when their time comes but it’s well enough known that she’s hardly better than a witch. You know I don’t believe that the Reverend’s first wife was any saint but there’s wild and then there’s ungodly. I don’t think there’s a hair of truth to that tale Susan told us. I don’t believe she meant any harm because she’s like a lot of the village girls, a bit simple and a measure too fanciful for her own good. But I’ve heard enough about that old woman and goings-on there to know that if you tell the Reverend that people are saying that his wife went to see her because of a family problem that it will be like a knife in his heart.”

“I understand, Kate. I wish I hadn’t found those things and started any of this. When I feel the time is right, I show them to him and ask what he wants me to do with them. As far as I’m concerned, that’s the end of it.”

We sipped our tea, both clearly ruminating about the fact that this was likely the end of nothing. It seemed that whatever I tried to do for this family, now my family, I was forever disinterring their dead. 

Then, from upstairs, there was a bloodcurdling scream followed by a loud crash. Kate and I leapt to our feet and ran to the children’s room, finding them both wide awake and in tears. 

“What happened? Did something fall?”

Both children shook their heads frantically, both of them trying to grab hold of me. 

“It came from upstairs!” William wailed, burying his face against my skirt. 

“Very well then, I’ll go and look.”

As best as I could with the children attached to me as they were, I made my way to the door leading up to the garrett. It felt strange that I was so intimidated, considering that I had still slept more nights in the attic than in the master bedroom. But the narrow door seemed like it led to something dangerous and I found myself hesitating before it. 

“Leave it ma’am, I’m going to go for the watch,” Kate mumbled, grasping my shoulder. 

“There’s no need for that,” I answered, as much to convince myself as her. “If someone wanted to break in, they’d have come in through the ground floor. We are in no danger.”

I managed to extricate myself from the three of them and cautiously opened the door. I could immediately feel something different than I remembered. I could feel the wind and the scent of the sea was thick in my nostrils. I slowly ascended the stairs to my former room, my breath quickening. I wanted to tell Kate to bring the children back to their room, although I knew they would never go. Unlike them, I had no fear of burglars. I knew that something else could be lying in wait. 

The attic was oddly bright and it took my eyes a moment to adjust and understand what I was seeing. The little window from which I had been able to see the ocean was completely smashed and part of a tree hung through it. In the end, I was alone and this was nothing more than a common accident brought on by the storm. As much of a mess as it was, it was neither physically nor spiritually threatening. Nevertheless, I was filled with unease as I observed the carcass of the tree and the shards of glass glittering like stars across the floor. 

“Well I won’t be easy to clean up but it’s nothing too bad,” I sighed, giving Kate and the children a weary smile. “That big Scotch pine’s fallen and taken out the window.”

Kate shook her head. “The Reverend’s been asking Mr. Jones to cut that thing back for two years now. He’s going to be fit to be tied when he finds out.”

“At least I’ll be able to get the worst of it dealt with before he gets home.” I smiled to reassure everyone that I had things in hand. “Please get yourself some rest, Kate. I’ll get these two settled again.”

William and Sophia went back to bed easily enough, their tears dried and their rush of excitement quickly fading. I gave them both a kiss and promised them again that all was well. I was about to leave them when something occurred to me about the sequence of events from earlier. 

“Sophia,” I began, trying to recall every detail of what had happened in perfect clarity, “what was it that made you scream earlier?”

“I was just frightened by the noise,” she answered tensely. 

“Of course, it’s just that I thought… I thought I heard your voice before the tree fell.”

Her dark eyes met mine and, even in the shadows, I could see her brow twitch and furrow just a little. 

“I must have been mistaken,” I whispered. “Good night, sweet girl.”

As I returned to bed, I replayed the events of the night in my head. I tried to convince myself that I’d made a mistake but it was no use. Sophia had screamed and then the tree had fallen. She had seen or heard something that scared her but it was something else, something that had disappeared in the commotion afterwards. It could easily have been that she awoke and was frightened by the grotesque shadows cast on the wall by the trees outside. But there was that other possibility; I knew that there was that other figure who lurked here and now it seemed that he had approached the children. 

“The arrangement is that you don’t touch them,” I whispered aloud. “You do what you want to me but the children and their father are spared.”

I realized in my heart that I had no power over him and that I could not depend on him honoring our bizarre ‘contract’. Still, I repeated the phrase again in the hopes that he would hear: 

“They are to be kept safe.”

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I shouldn’t have been surprised that the following day I had a terrible headache. Shifts in weather often had an effect on me and with the stress of having to deal with Mr. Jones and arranging the repairs, along with another sleepless night, I was in so much pain I found myself having to squint. 

Mr. Jones was none too happy about being called in to deal with the tree, all the more so when I insisted on hiring men from the town to repair and replace the window rather than allowing him to bring in members of his family to do the job. He cursed at me under his breath whenever he thought I was out of earshot. 

Strange men were in and out well into the evening, filling the house with the sound of shouts and heavy footfalls. The men who had come to work on the window were aggravated that Mr. Jones insisted on cleaning up the remains of the tree at the same time. Kate and Susan were aggravated that there were so many people coming in and out of the house. An argument broke out when Mr. Jones fell from his ladder and insisted that one of the men inside the house had distracted him and caused the accident. The foreman was equally adamant that none of his men had been in the room at the time and that our old gardener was trying to stir up trouble. 

By the time everyone was done for the day, I was so exhausted I could barely speak. Seeing the state I was in, Kate ordered me to bed. I did not like to impose on her any further, since she hadn’t had an easy night either, but I was in no state to put up a fight. I retired early and would have fallen asleep right away but for what I saw when I entered the bedroom: three lines scratched roughly into the floorboards just inside the doorframe. 

I wanted to cry out but there was nothing that I could say. Although the workers hadn’t been in our bedroom, they had been moving throughout the house. The marks could easily have been an accident. Even if they had been made on purpose, there was no sinister meaning to such markings that I was aware of. Still, their presence was a torment to me. It wasn’t enough that he could come and claim me whenever he wanted, Balor needed me to know that he was always there, always watching, even when I couldn’t see him. 

I fell asleep quickly and found myself dreaming of a walk in the coastal forest, of wandering and trying to find something, my way home or something I had lost. As I walked, I found myself growing shorter and shorter of breath, until I realized that I was underwater, that I was struggling to breathe because there was no air for me. I awoke some time after dark, gasping, aware only of a weight on top of me and rapid, hot breaths on my neck. His claws were wrapped in my hair and I could feel his sex pressed close to mine. His shoulder pinned my face to the pillow and kept me from seeing anything. I might as well have been running through the underwater forest still. 

His touch was rougher and more insistent than ever but I felt a little relieved because if he was focused on me, it meant that he wasn’t marauding through the house or targeting the children. I even slipped an arm around him, pressing my hand against the base of his bony spine and encouraging him to take what he so obviously wanted. He bit down hard on my neck, enough that I felt blood droplets form and trickle from the wound as he thrust into me. 

As always, I tried to resist surrendering to the ecstasy he made me feel and, as always, I failed, becoming an eager participant in our ungodly coupling. 

He was exceptionally animated, a stream of filth and curses flowing from him amid declarations that I was his and no one else’s, that I had been made for him, body and soul. I wanted to tell him that he was a monster and I was meant only for my husband, and at the same time, I felt connected to the very force of life when I was with him in a way that I never could without. In the end, my mind seemed to become confused as it shifted between Feagal and Balor and all I could do was mewl and whimper in reply to his goading. 

When it was finished between us, Balor ran his tongue slowly over the length of my collarbone, sucking gently at the hollow where it connected to my throat. He spoke in a rough whisper, tapping his fingers against my shoulder, a beat for each word he uttered. 

“One. Two. Three.”

And then he was gone. 

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Long Jacket A Destiel-ish Series

Over the last few years, I’ve seen some of the craziest shit hunting with the Winchesters and their angel, Castiel. But this story right here? This isn’t about monsters. This isn’t about the battle between good and evil, heaven and hell. I understand all that.

It’s people I don’t get. People are crazy. And we do crazy things when we’re in love.

PART III - BOOTS

Summary: More awkwardness follows us to the station where we meet Dean’s contact, Detective Andrea Williams. Warnings/Tags: Awkward flirting, mentions of people going missing Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader, minor OFC (Detective Andrea Williams) Word Count: 1,095

Uncomfortable silence accompanied us on the ride to the precinct. When Dean had asked Sam to sit in front again, Sam protested. He had taken to riding in the backseat with me over the last year. Why, for a five-minute ride, would it make such a difference who rode shotgun? 

I knew why. But I kept my mouth shut.

After a glare that threatened death, Sam sheepishly slipped into the front seat, and Castiel slid in beside me in the back. Despite the quick drive, Dean frequently cast casual glances in his rearview mirror. I didn’t bother asking after that, either. I’d only get some fib. Just checking his surroundings. Safe driver. Double-checking his outs. The usual.

No, the reason I did not ask him a damn thing was that I knew, without a doubt, he intended to sneak glances at Castiel. And I couldn’t blame him. Castiel admittedly looked dapper in his trim, gray suit.

A block shy of the station, Dean wrenched the mirror down to the floor. He squinted in the mirror as the Impala slowed. And then he looked over the back of the bench seat to scrutinize Castiel’s feet.

“Are… those my boots?” he asked as he turned his attention back to the road and parked the car along the curb.

Castiel exited the car first, then turned to Dean. “They have been sitting in the garage for months. I asked you about them, remember?”

“Yeah, and what did I say?” Dean replied as he rounded the front of the Impala.

Eager to hear the story unfold, I scrambled from the car and raced to catch up. Behind me, Sam slowed from his gallop, a crooked grin on his face as he, too, listened closely.

“That they were yours, but they were uncomfortable, so you were probably going to take them back,” Castiel explained. “I was going to give you—”

Dean held up a hand to silence him. “It’s fine, Cas. Keep ‘em.”

“But you spent—”

“I said you can keep them,” Dean hissed as we neared the building, for our contact stood outside and greeted us at the door. With his typical charm, Dean introduced her to us as one Detective Andrea Williams. Her bubbly greeting, bright smile, and perfectly blonde coiffure belied her towering and imposingly buff frame. And as Dean introduced us to her, the two appeared quite familiar with one another. Once he passed the pleasantries, he wasted no further time and got straight to business.

“So, four missing men, then?”

Detective Williams motioned them into the station with a nod of her head and then pointed to the hall on the lobby’s far side. “We’ll talk in my office.”

Empty interview rooms with open doors drifted past as Detective Williams rounded the corner for her office. As soon as the door shut, Castiel asked, “Is it always this quiet?”

Dean tossed a glare over his shoulder, only to blush again the second his eyes landed on him. It was almost as if he had forgotten; Dean eyed him from head to toe before averting his stare.

Detective Williams cleared her throat as she said, “It is, Agent Deacon.”

“No suspects?” Sam asked.

She shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. And there are actually five men missing now. Another report was filed last night.”

“Same profile?” I asked.

“Six-two, slender build, dark hair, Caucasian. Yes,” Detective Williams described. “In fact, they’re all the same age, too. Twenty-seven, with birthdays only weeks apart.” She flipped through a thin stack of papers on her desk. “But as far as we can tell, they don’t know each other. Different employers, families, friends. It’s… strange.”

Sam pointed to the stack of papers and asked, “Can I make copies? We’ll need to start interviewing folks right away.”

“Absolutely,” she said as she handed the stack over. “Copier’s right around the corner.”

When Sam turned on his heel to leave, Dean continued to question the detective. It was then that I saw an opportunity that I might not find again that weekend. I rounded on the door and slipped through before it closed, quick to follow Sam to the copier.

He spotted me over his shoulder, a subtle double-take that furrowed his brow. “What’s up?”

“Did you…” I paused as we arrived at the copier, and Sam opened it. “What’s going on with Cas?”

From furrowed to arched, Sam’s brow raised near to his hairline. “I have no idea. You’re talking about the suit, right?”

“And the sweatpants yesterday,” I added.

Sam chuckled as he started the copier with a forceful stab of his index finger. “Christ, I forgot about that already.”

“The suit was pretty distracting,” I admitted. “But why? And why does it have Dean all flustered?”

When the first page finished, Sam flipped to the next. “I… that’s a brilliant question.”

I took the copies from the machine as they jumped into the tray. “I’m going to keep an eye on them.”

“Me, too,” Sam said. “Speaking of keeping an eye on things, do you have any thoughts on these missing guys?”

The pages of their profiles flipped under my thumb as I continued to add sheets Sam copied to it. “No. Nothing suggests any sort of thread between them. You know…”

When I trailed off, my thoughts buried in the papers I held, Sam hunched a little closer. “Y/N? You okay?”

I shook my head. “Yeah. I don’t think there’s a case here. I think Dean just wanted to get laid.”

Sam’s grimace paired with his typical eye roll. “I kinda thought that, too. But, just to be safe, we should still interview some folks.”

He handed me the last photocopy as I spoke. “Agreed.”

Before Sam could speak again, Detective Williams’ office opened, and Castiel stepped through first, followed by Dean and the detective. She held her card out to Castiel, and as we approached, handed duplicates to Sam and I.

“Call me the minute you find anything,” she said. “Whoever or whatever it is, we want to handle it.”

More red flags. Castiel ground his jaw as Dean smiled and said, “You got it.”

Detective Williams smiled in return and retreated into her office. With a soft snict, the door clicked shut, and Dean turned to head down the hall for the lobby. Castiel followed with slumped shoulders and his head hanging between them. Ahead of me, Sam strode, his face buried in the dossier. Then I took up the rear, lagging, slowed by my completely befuddled thoughts.

And it was only going to get worse.

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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (Movie Review SPOILERS)

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, directed by J.J. Abrams with a screenplay by Abrams and Chris Terrio, has the most fun being a capital-A Adventure movie of any Star Wars movie in a while. The majority of the movie’s first two acts is comprised of a treasure hunt for a Sith artifact. The main trio, Rey (Daisy Ridley), Finn (John Boyega) and Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac) are in a race against time before Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) and the First Order launch their final strike, with the artifact being the one thing that could help the Resistance strike first. That part of the story, on a pure visuals and spectacle level, has some of the best action beats in all of Star Wars, including a speeder chase to rival the classic one from Return of the Jedi.

Enhanced by Dan Mindel’s cinematography and John Williams’s expectedly excellent score, if that quest was all there was to the movie, I’d be more than happy to call this a satisfying movie and conclusion to the story that preceded it in The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. However, that’s not all there is to it and what else there is takes away from what does work in favor of a more convoluted narrative. One that I find more frustrating the more I’ve thought about it, even as I tried to enjoy what I could from it as it played out. To explain why, I’ll need to go into some spoilers, but I’ll save the big one for the end of the review.

[Full Review and SPOILERS Under the Cut]

The Rise of Skywalker had two possible directions for how it could close out the story that was set into motion back in 2015:

Focus on being a finale to the Sequel Trilogy itself

Focus on being a finale to “The Skywalker Saga” as a whole

While doing a bit of both was unavoidable in a situation like this, TROS defaults to the Door Number 2. It gets in the way of closing out the narrative of characters that aren’t as directly connected to the Jedi/Sith conflict that drives the “Skywalker” narrative. It’s a problem that goes back to this movie’s central hook, a move I’ve been skeptical of since the first trailer dropped; the return of Emperor Palpatine.

One smart thing about Sheevy-boy’s presence in this movie is that they don’t treat it like a twist. In fact, it’s the first thing seen in TROS’s title crawl. Everything that comes after that is where things start to come apart at the seams in irrevocable ways. He doesn’t have a real dynamic with any of the new characters, to the point they retcon in connections. McDiarmid doesn’t seem particularly awake, he’s been brought back to serve as a glorified lore-delivery service and to artificially escalate a conflict that didn’t need it. He shows up, gives Kylo Ren the “Join me and we can rule… etc.” spiel and exposits the previously mentioned retcons about how he’s been the true puppet master all along. If you’re framing this story as the end to the nine “Episode” movies, the Emperor who started this whole thing by pulling strings from the shadows coming back to reveal he was still doing that in these new movies makes a little sense. Taking this only as an extension of The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi, two films I feel work as wonderful companion pieces, it’s clumsy and reductive.

When it comes to the journeys of the characters that have been here for the previous movies, it’s a mixed bag. Poe’s been going through a sort of crisis of faith since the last time we saw him. Watching the First Order overtake the galaxy between movies, he’s lost his belief that the Resistance was ever worth being a part of if no one’s willing to stand up alongside them. He goes through this doubt as the story takes the audience into a look at his background. We meet an old friend of his, Zorii (Keri Russell), who resents him for ever joining the Resistance in the first place. Her scenes with Poe put his internal conflict of what he thinks versus what he wants to believe in place. The way this internal conflict gets to resolve makes Poe’s story feel the most complete of the main trio in this movie.

On the other side of the spectrum, Finn’s story feels emblematic of the movie’s problems, similarly split between two focuses. One of them is a barely present arc about his connection with Rey. There are multiple points in the movie where he says he “needs to tell her” something and it never resolves. Between those moments the only scenes between Rey and Finn are her rebuking his offers to talk about her problems. It’s a disappointing display for two characters whose friendship has been a motivating factor for both since The Force Awakens. The other side of Finn’s story comes late into TROS’s runtime, the discovery of other Storm Trooper deserters. Getting to not feel alone about what he did anymore would have been a great starting point for his story in this movie, but it’s introduced so late in the game that it feels tacked on to introduce the, admittedly cool, leader of the deserters, Jannah (Naomi Ackie). Nothing about Finn gets to coalesce by the end of this movie, he’s left with two loose threads and nothing tied up.

The good stuff from Poe and Finn’s arcs gets sidelined throughout the movie to focus on new wrinkles added to the story between Rey and Kylo Ren. A lot of my problems with Palpatine’s involvement in this plot most heavily effect this part of the story. After taking his place as a Supreme Leader, de facto head villain of this trilogy, by the end of the last movie, Kylo’s arc goes backwards and he’s someone else’s attack dog again. Promises from Palpatine to rule over a “Final Order” if he’s able to deliver Rey to the Emperor drive him. We replace a villain like Kylo, who’s been choosing the Dark every step of the way despite “the call to the Light”, with a mustache twirler. All of this to serve the start of a redemption for him and a retcon to Rey’s backstory that feels more in service of the “Skywalker Saga” than her personal narrative.

[Major SPOILER after this point]

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Rey begins the movie in the middle of Force training based on the books she found in The Last Jedi, frustrated with her inability to connect with the full legacy of the Jedi. It’s all framed under this idea that she’s somehow “afraid of who she is” and that’s before the full retcon… er, reveal.

[Final SPOILER warning, for real!]

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Rey is revealed to have been Palpatine’s granddaughter the entire time. This decision from Terrio, Abrams and everyone else credited with the story for this movie shifts the focus of her story. She’s no longer uncertain of her place yet ready to forge it for herself, but instead she gets to be conflicted about the potential for falling to the Dark being in her blood. I was willing to give this a chance, like everything in this movie, but there’s nothing more there beyond the same temptations to the Dark Side we’ve seen in the Star Wars movies before. The final fight between Rey and Palpatine works overtime to add dramatic heft and make it feel like a culmination of nine movies, while utterly failing to be the culmination of this trilogy or just The Rise of Skywalker.

I’m frustrated while writing this, because I can acknowledge strong points to The Rise of Skywalker, some scenes on their own are the best put together in the history of this series. But I keep coming back to how what got shoehorned in for this final entry in the Sequel Trilogy left me feeling empty.

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JULY VIBRATIONS FORECAST

JULY VIBRATIONS FORECAST

By Natoya Hall

The Great Purge of 2020 is among us!

Sitting down to write this Forecast was a deep process as I thought about the last few weeks of deep transformations that has touched my reality.  The New Moon in Cancer on Monday called me to the Forrest to do a photo shoot and I came out of that portal changed, altered, disconnected from the old and connected to the new but purging everything in the in-between. Hasn’t that been the theme of 2020? 2020 has been back to back activations, clearings, death and rebirth, dark nights of the Soul, shadow work and deep Soul remembrance. It has been the most electrically charged year that sets in motion what to expect for the next 13 years.

June was a massively intense and important month. It cleared important threads and themes that have been running our paradigms and experiences for the last 13-15 years. Everything that had to be cleared from our Subconscious got regurgitated back up for us to finally do something about it. The subconsciousness is deeply important, it protects the brain and body from “re-feeling” traumatic, and painful experiences, so it stores it away until an experience shows up in our reality that requires us to do deep healing. As the sacred codes come online within us we can’t move forward without the clearing of our deep subconscious blocks and patterns. Family and interpersonal relationships got a deep clearing and the Solar Eclipse and Solstice came to assist with a BANG. What thread has been running in your family that you were subconsciously weaving in your reality? What has happened in the last 13-15 years that you’ve healed but keeps coming back in different shades? Abuse? Showing up authentically for yourself? Breaking old patterns that no longer serve you? Looking deeply at your shadows and being honest so you can integrate them? What “bothers” you about other people is your first clue as to what your shadows are. Right now the collective is undergoing the biggest shadow work in Human Herstory, so if you’ve been feeling all the feels this could be one of the reasons. 

We are currently in some of the most intense energies to hit Planet Tara and at this stage, it is affecting the body in profound ways. We, the new Humans of Earth have come down with particular Light Codes embedded in our DNA that throughout four great cycles of 36,000 years we have been  learning, teaching and Karmically being “recycled”. These codes have now been activated within us at this time to open us to our Divine Star Blueprint. So, what is happening to your body is HUGE. You are morphing your Star Lineage and Earth Lineage and becoming a superhuman that can traverse the 12th Dimensions of these Lower Worlds. This means how you think, act and create is drastically being changed but to sync these new codes the body as to go through a metamorphosis. This is making us Exhausted, weak, we are having pain in all parts of the body especially where we hold the most density or trauma from this life and all our previous lives.  For me, it is the Throat and speaking my truth without being condemned or Killed for it. Confusion, not knowing your next steps, feeling overwhelmed, tired and sick. Not being able to resonate with those once close to you and feeling like you are in a void are major themes of 2020. For those of you that are newly awakened this is a time of realizing that everything you have once known to be “real” has been an illusion and for those of us that have been going through this for a hot minute this is a deep regenesis period of how we have known our bodies to function and exist here. For these next 13 years, you have to change your thinking and everything you thought you knew and connect to your higher mind and heart portal to lead the way in this auspicious time on New Earth. No one reality is the same and we are existing on different planes of consciousness so to look at another right now for direction or clarity is based on your depth of perception to what you are in alignment with. Everything is moving and weaving. There is not “set” reality. 

June came in to show what in our lineage we cannot weave anymore in our realities. You were chosen to be the dismantlers of generational and ancestral curses and themes because through your experiences in past lives you worked to dismantle these oppressive programmings. YOU, are the person, body and consciousness in THIS lifetime to finally put an end to it. What you have been feeling in your consciousness and body for these last few months have been next-level energies that in past lives would have harmed you because of the magnitude of Light that it carries within your cells, blood, and organs. 

You are the ones built to collapse it in this lifetime because of the amount of light you are carrying within your body and consciousness. So you see, you are a fucking big deal. The Lunar Eclipse in July played with our shadows and our interpersonal relationships. When you are around others do you activate their “demons”? Do they start to act weird around you? Real? Fake? Out of sorts? This is your Light working on the parts of them that are not authentic; do not take anything personal right now. We are ALL learning from one another. 

We are coming out of a 10 day Galactic Portal that streamed the Rainbow Frequencies to further activate our Light Coded DNA and clear more of our density. from July 13th to July 22nd we are getting upgraded in the mind as the mind is a connector to 12th Dimensional frequencies that connects us to our Cosmic Soul Print. On July 25th, we enter the “Day out of Time” in the Galactic Calendar and then on the 26th is the Galactic New Year! While all of this is happening we are also entering the portal of the 8.8 Stargate and if 2020 wasn’t intense enough we are going to feel and witness MASSIVE transformations in our inner world and outer world. So, you see you are not going crazy! You are awakening! 

Some things currently happening to the Body:

The Chakras: The Chakras are going through a massive recalibration that will eventually turn all 7 or 12 chakras into ONE. Our Light bodies will no longer hold 7 main Chakra portal it will be one major chakra that connects to the 12 Dimensions and the realm of the Elohim. the Ashtar Command is assisting with this as you connect to higher and deeper consciousness and as your body morphs to acclimate these new “powers”. You may be receiving codes of information in your sleep state or having visions of what is happening within your body right now…this is next level attunements. 

Weaving New Realities: your body will perform based on the reality or paradigm in which you operate. Everything is an illusion or not exactly what you think it is especially with this pandemic sweeping Earth. Most of us lightworkers are getting caught up in the reality of DUALITY. We have to see where does this duality lie within us and dismantle THAT. Now is the time to connect to Higher Knowing and ways of being. Will this disconnect you from most of the Collective sometimes as you weave your new realities? Yes. We are all in this together but the metamorphosis of our bodies is uniquely our own experience. You don’t have to tap into what everyone else is doing, thinking or being right now. This will cause confusion. Through deeply connecting to Self you aid the Collective to do the same; that is how we are interconnected.

Feeling Sick, Discombobulated, Not quite yourself: Major things are happening to you right now Starseeds and just know that you are morphing into EPIC light that has never been done before on this planet. You are feeling intense pain as the old rips from your body. Remembering all the light you once carried and with that remembrance comes ancient wisdom that you are tapping back into. You are not the same and you will never be the same

You have volunteered to be here at this auspicious time in Earth’s evolution Divine Starseeds and Just know that you are doing an exceptional job. Every Being within our Omniverse that celebrates the Law of One and that holds the light of our Creator is cheering us on in this EPIC journey of remembering. Have radical patience, empathy and love for yourself Dear One and know that this won’t always be our state of being. As we learn to trust the process we gain control of what we are taking in to aid in our Ascension and what has to now be dismantled for ease and flow in our Ascension Journey.

With so much Love and Respect Starseeds, 

One Love  

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The dark has been cleared, fully defeated and New Earth, Nova Terra, is ready to begin. This requires each Being to fully clear the remaining density within their bodies, to awaken to full remembrance of their Galactic Truth, their Soul Essence, their Divine Blueprint.

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[altherei]

Break the Bottle - Part 1/2

Rage is a quiet thing. Oh, you think that you’ve tamed it.. but it’s just lying in wait. - Simmer (Hayley Williams)

****

Trips to the astral plane had become a regular occurrence for Altherei as of late. Sometimes, she felt she spent more time there than in ‘reality’. But her hunger for knowledge was never sated, and with each trip she learned more, mastered more.

Lately, however, she’d been struggling. A struggle that she hadn’t been entirely surprised by, yet found frustrating all the same. Her mentor caught on quickly watching fire sputter and die on her fingertips.

“Have you been practicing?” Came the constellar’s question- a calm inquiry, no trace of judgement to be heard.

“Of course,” She replied, brows furrowed. “I’ve read and reread the theory, the application... but it just doesn’t want to seem to.. ignite.” She sighed.

“What are you struggling with?” He asked.

Altherei peered over at him. The expression on his face indicated to her that he knew the answer.. but perhaps she didn’t. Or that at least, it wasn’t the answer she thought.

“I.. don’t know?” She replied. “I try to be cautious so I don’t burn myself..”

“Caution is wise..”

“I keep my focus on the spellwork and the result I want…”

“And?”

“And it just.. fizzles,” Altherei pressed her fingers together and released them as if imitating a dying flame.

“Mmh.” Her mentor knew something she didn’t. It was clear. And frustrating.

“I’m doing everything properly, I just need more practice and--”

“What do you focus on when you channel the arcane?” He interrupted, “If you were to describe a visual to me, what would it be?”

Altherei blinked, her ears flicking. She never really imagined anything when pulling the arcane- at least, not actively. Still, she paused and thought.

“.. I suppose I think of threads. Threads that connect everything, living and non-living, through time and space and reality. And when I want to cast a spell, I pull on those threads until I get the results I want.”

“Mmh,” Came the reply as he paced, “And what do you think of when you cast fire- or try to?”

Altherei was silent, brows knitting once more.

“I.. I guess I think about restraint. Not burning myself.”

Her mentor was silent then for a moment, but soon a soft chuckle echoed from his lips. Before Altherei could ask what was so amusing, he spoke once more.

“There is your problem.”

“.. I don’t understand.”

He began to walk, gesturing for her to follow him as they walked up a hill from her usual training spot. His ethereal robes left a soft, wispy trail of magic behind him. Once they reached the precipice of the hill, he turned to look at his student, hands clasped behind his back.

“Tell me, Altherei- does a wildfire concern itself with restraint?”

“Well, no-”

“Is a fire concerned for who or what it burns?”

“No, but-”

“Does a fire hesitate and temper itself?”

Altherei’s ears flicked back. “.. No.”

“And that is why you are failing,” He looked back over the endless expanse that was the astral plane- beautiful and haunting and eternal in all its grandeur. He waited a beat for her to reply, and when she was silent he continued.

“Do you consider yourself a woman of logic, or of emotion, Altherei?”

“.. Logic?” She answered, albeit with a rise in tone that surprised her. “When making decisions, I.. always try to consider what’s reasonable. What.. makes sense. Not what my emotions say. Emotions are fickle.”

“Do you really believe that?” He asked, tone as even and calm as it had been since the day she’d met him.

The astromancer averted her gaze from the view before them both, staring at the crystalline grass at her feet. “.. I have to.”

He turned to look back at her with a single question, “.. Why?”

“I..” She opened her mouth to answer, but the woman of stars found no answer to follow. “.. I don’t know.”

She saw a smirk pull at the corners of her mentor’s lips. “I do.”

Altherei couldn’t help but let out a wry, disbelieving half-chuckle. “Oh?”

“You’re afraid.”

“I don’t think that’s true--”

“You may be able to hide your aura on the physical plane, Altherei.. but you cannot hide it here. I see what is within. Do you know what I see?”

“.. Fear, I assume.” She sighed. She knew he was right.

“Yes.. but something deeper. Something you desperately try to hide from everyone. Something you refuse to admit to even yourself..”

He turned to face her fully, leveling a knowing gaze that pierced her soul.

“I see anger. And if you wish to ever master these magics.. you must embrace it.”

[pickalilywrites]

Can I get some wholesome Jeankasa? Any au is fine. I just need more of these cuties.

gotta write them into my GoT au somehow!

A Shining Knight

Jeankasa. ASOIAF AU. 

2262 words. 

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It takes years to become a knight. Jean knows this more than anyone. He served as a page in his youth, and he’s still serving his time as a squire. His master works for the Royal House Tybur, although the knight has yet to be bestowed with the honor of becoming a part of the Kingsguard. It was unlikely that his master ever would. Only a few knights were trusted enough to become a part of the Kingsguard, and one spot has been reserved for one person in particular even though she has yet to be knighted.

“Mikasa Ackerman,” a voice behind Jean spits. It’s not uncommon to have the name said with such disgust, although most people don’t speak as loudly as the boy behind Jean does. When he glances behind him, he sees that it’s a boy that’s a year or two older than him, but the boy speaks as though he’s been serving at the castle for years. “I don’t see how anyone could possibly climb the ranks so quickly, and a girl at that. She must have done something to have people favor her so much.”

“Well, she does have the Ackerman name,” another boy says, his voice much quieter than his companion. He’s another boy who works at the castle, although Jean recognizes that the both of them are newly appointed squires despite their age. It makes Jean wonder how they have the audacity to speak so disapprovingly of a person when it’s unlikely that either of them have ever held a sword or put on armor. “They might not have much wealth or land, but they are highly respected because of their history of serving the King. Most people from House Ackerman end up serving the King in some way. Many of them even become knights and eventually serve on the Kingsguard.”

“That may be true, but even a woman?” the first speaker asks incredulously. He reaches up to ruffle the messy brown curls on his head. “Even if she has inherited some skills from her family, I doubt they would be enough to allow her to be invited to the Kingsguard so early. Usually knights serve for years before being allowed the Kingsguard, but there are rumors that she’ll be put on the Kingsguard as soon as she’s knighted. Don’t you think there’s something strange about that?”

Hearing such talk makes the back of Jean’s neck burn. Although he would hardly consider himself a friend of Mikasa Ackerman, he’s been acquainted with her for years because both of their masters serve in the castle. They had gotten off on the wrong foot, but he’s come to know that she is an honorable squire, and that she will become an even more honorable knight. If there is anyone who deserves to serve on the Kingsguard, it is her.

“Well, it is a bit strange,” the boy’s companion admits. “But the Royal Family does favor her. Perhaps she does deserve a position on the Kingsguard.”

“No, no, no,” the boy says, shaking his head. He leans over, lowering his voice but only a bit, and whispers with a wicked smile, “Don’t you think that the Royal Family favors her a bit too much? There’s no reason to spoil a squire as much as they do her, but I heard that she gets invited to the balls and dinners that the Tyburs hold despite not being a knight yet.”

His friend squirms in his seat, not quite liking where this is going but too intrigued to tell his friend to stop. “I suppose that is a bit strange…”

“And she’s quite close with the members as well,” the boy continues eagerly, not noticing that Jean has turned his head to the chattering boys and is now glaring at them with a deadly fire in his eyes. “They call her by name, isn’t that strange? King William seems especially taken to her. Apparently, they’ve been close ever since she had first been brought to the castle, even before King William ascended the throne. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were relieved of her duties as a knight as soon as he ascends the throne and made a lady. It’s a wonder that they just don’t make her a lady right now, or perhaps there’s something thrilling in a forbidden romance.” The boy laughs as if this frivolous gossip is somehow amusing.

“I see,” his friend murmurs as if this all makes sense. Is it that difficult to think that a woman possesses more talent than they ever will? Ah, listening to this senseless gossip is beginning to make Jean’s blood boil. “She is quite pretty, although women like her should never put on armor. It’s unsightly.”

“She’d probably look even more ridiculous in a dress. Not at all slender and fair like Princess Edith was,” the boy says even though hardly anyone mentions the name of the exiled princess in this castle. Perhaps he has had too much wine or maybe he’s never had any brains to start with because his words only get worse after this. “Ladies should be like Princess Edith or the Queen Mother, shouldn’t they? Or else they turn into the bad sort, sleeping around the castle. With people like her around, this castle may as well just turn into a brothel.”

“It is a pity,” his friend agrees after a bit. “Girls like Mikasa need to learn how to behave.”

“That’s right, that’s right!” the other boy says, nodding up and down. “She should be put in her place before she starts taking advantage of people in the castle.”

“Shouldn’t you think about your own place before you start deciding where others belong?” Jean’s voice is so loud in the dining area that it startles even him. He hadn’t known that he was capable of harboring so much fury. He’s gotten angry before, yes, but nothing to this degree. Before he knows it, he’s standing up and facing the two squires, who are looking up at him in surprise. “What gives you the right to judge her? She’s far more talented than you give her credit for. Is it that you two are so incompetent and insecure that you feel the need to talk poorly about her in order to feel better about yourselves?”

The first boy turns red, embarrassed to be insulted so rudely by someone younger than him. He pushes his chair back, the wooden legs scraping against the stone floors. Angrily, he turns to Jean, grabbing him by the collar and spitting, “What is this? Are you perhaps another poor fool that that wench has seduced?”

Not one to be easily intimidated, Jean grabs the boy by his thick, curly locks and yanks his head back. “Everything Mikasa has ever gotten, she has gotten on her own. She doesn’t need to trick anyone for anything,” Jean snarls. He pulls back his hand and balls it into a fist, hitting the boy across the face with a loud crack.

Jean will admit that he is not the sharpest tool in the shed. If he were, he would not have felt compelled to fight two lowly squires over foolish gossip. Unfortunately, he is exactly that stupid, which is how he ends up getting held back and kicked over and over again in the stomach. Although he’s had far more combat training than most other squires his age, he cannot win a duel of numbers. Still, he does not regret his actions, feeling a sense of pride over that one lone punch he was able to throw even as his body is being brutally kicked.

The boys, of course, feel no remorse for their words. They only see a younger squire meddling with their conversation. Of course, that boy must be taught a lesson. Like the girl they had been so cruelly discussing, this boy must also be put in his place. It doesn’t matter that the way they do it is dishonorable - teaming up on a boy that is younger than them - but they see nothing wrong with that. They only want someone to push their frustrations onto, and Jean had conveniently volunteered himself with his outburst. Unfortunately, they are so preoccupied with venting their frustrations that they don’t notice the girl behind them.

Jean had been knocked nearly unconscious by that point, so he cannot completely recall what happened that time. All he can remember is that the boys were startled at someone else’s appearance. The last thing he recalls is his head hitting the floor as the two squires scrambled to escape. The other bits and pieces are what he collects from people afterward - that Mikasa had arrived and had knocked out the other boys senseless. He doesn’t have to have seen any of that to believe that it happened. He knows far too well what Mikasa is capable of.

When he finally awakens, he finds himself in the infirmary with a wet cloth pressed to his forehead. He turns slightly to see Mikasa beside him, dabbing gently at the wound on his head where he had hit the floor. She smiles at him gently and presses him back against the bed.

“You got into a fight,” she tells him.

He blinks at her, the only person who could have saved him. “So did you,” he says, “but you don’t seem to have a scratch on you.” His tone is a little jealous, but it’s tinged with admiration. That’s often the tone he takes when he speaks about her.

Mikasa shrugs. “You did most of the work.”

He knows for a fact that he didn’t, but he knows Mikasa will never admit to saving him. She’s never been one to brag about her accomplishments. Ah, but that’s just another one of the many things he admires about her.

After she’s satisfied with his wound, she places the rag she was using in a nearby basin. She looks at him, her gray eyes studying Jean carefully. “It was my fault that you got into that fight anyway,” she tells him.

“That’s not true,” Jean says. He tries to sit up, but a sharp, stabbing pain makes him clutch at his ribs. After he’s managed to catch his breath, he repeats, “I just … couldn’t stand what they were saying about you. But it’s not as if you need anyone to fight for your honor. I did it because it pissed me off. That’s all.”

“You needn’t mind what they say about me, Jean,” she says. She picks at an invisible thread on her trousers, a somber expression on her face. “I know what they say about me. It doesn’t bother me one bit.”

“But it bothers me,” Jean snaps. Realizing that his tone is too harsh, he looks down at his lap and mumbles an apology. He shouldn’t be taking out his frustration on her. That would make him a hypocrite. He sighs, rubbing his face with a hand. “It’s not that I did it to protect you. I did it because … the words they said reminded me of things I used to say about you.” He hangs his head as he says this, but Mikasa is smiling.

“Is that so?” she asks. “But that was so long ago. We were practically children.”

It may have happened years ago, but Jean still remembers it as if it had happened yesterday. He was young - hardly even twelve years of age - and he was fuming because Mikasa was being appointed to squire even though she had only served as a page for three years. He had observed her over the years and knew she was talented and hardworking, but he couldn’t believe that she would be so talented as to become a squire in such a short amount of time. He was convinced that there was something else at play - favoritism because she hailed from House Ackerman, her special relationship with the Royal Family, her master going easy on her because she was a girl. Infuriated, he had confronted her, demanding that she prove herself by dueling him in a sword fight. It hadn’t even taken her five minutes to have him pinned to the ground, the heel of her boot digging into his chest and the tip of her sword pointed at his neck. He knew how much of a fool he had been as soon as she disarmed him, and he still regrets doubting her abilities.

“I was flattered thinking you fought them to defend my honor,” Mikasa says, interrupting Jean’s thoughts. “It felt a bit like I had my own shining knight, but perhaps I’m thinking too much of myself.”

Her words surprise him, although he’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because it has never occurred to him that Mikasa would have such thoughts. He had assumed that she was too invested in her goals - working at the castle, becoming a knight, protecting the Royal Family - to think about such things, but maybe he had been wrong in that assumption just like he had been wrong to assume all those things he had thought about her so many years ago. She is a lot of things - strong, resilient, a knight-to-be - but she is also a girl, Jean remembers. It makes him want to protect her even more.

She is not wrong in thinking that he had fought those squires off for her. That had definitely been part of the reason after all, but he doubts that he can become any sort of knight to her. He doesn’t deserve that honor.

[temmie-loony]

I really love time travel and « parents meet their kids before they have kids » type stuff. Do you have any headcanons about the Karivarry kids interacting with their parents before they were their parents, through time travel? PS - your blog is amazing! Back when I first started shipping karivarry, it was one of the first ones I found and I have avidly read most of the five you’ve published. Thank you so much for your contributions to the fandom, your positivity, and you!

Okay first of all, BLESS YOU. Thank you so much for your insanely amazing support! I remember you being one of my first ever followers and I’m so grateful that you stuck around and like my content. It’s wonderful and lovely people like that that keep up my motivation to make more and more contributions

Technically I kinda wrote something like this in one of my older fics and my newest one involves Dawn beeing yeeted back in time but headcanons are what’s in now apparently!

A’ight so:

The kids get yeeted back in time by complete accident. 

And it wasn’t even all fun and games. 

They were being attacked.

Dawn had lost consciousness and Connor was on his last thread of strength. 

A breach opened and William quickly gathered his sister in his arms and pulled Connor with him.

The breach leads to STAR Labs and William thanks Cisco for the assist then frantically yells at Caitlin to help him as he hands Dawn to Barry and helps Connor to the med bay.

“Who the hell are you?!” Cisco demands.

“Really? We’re making jokes now? Dawn’s been stabbed with kryptonite and I think they got Connor too!”

“Kryptonite?” Iris asks. “What's that?”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?”

But then William notices the lack of some medical technology in the med bay, Barry’s suit looks much different and everyone looks… so… young.

“Oh shit.”

Later, about ten minutes after Caitlin removes the last bits of kryptonite shrapnel from Dawn and Connor, the two finally wake up.

“Ugh, what happened?” Dawn asks.

“Our base was compromised. You two got hit with kryptonite.”

“That explains why it feels like I died,” Connor croaks.

“Wait where’s Dad?” Dawn asks. “Or Mom or Papa?” 

Their parents, or at least one of them, would always be there when they’re in the med bay.

“So here’s the thing...”

When they fully recover about an hour later, they learn it’s the year 2016.

Apparently, Barry has only met Kara once so far.

Oliver hasn’t met Kara at all.

Oliver doesn’t even know William exists, not really.

Barry makes the decision to not tell Oliver or Kara.

But before he could tell any of the kids that, Dawn’s already on her way to Star City.

Barry’s phone rings.

“Barry, what did you do? Why the hell is there a speedster here, claiming she’s my daughter?”

After Caitlin is finally able to draw blood from them (Dawn and Connor were tricky to get blood from but William helped her out), she confirms that they really are who they say they are

William has a similar DNA pattern to Oliver’s

And the same goes for Connor, and that he definitely has alien DNA

Dawn’s DNA closely resembles Barry’s, has the metagene and has alien DNA too

“Like... Barry and Oliver and this Kara chick we’ve never even heard before in our life are--”

“Our parents--”

“Together?”

“Well, yeah! Why wouldn’t--”

“Like all three of them? Together? As in like... together? How does that work?”

“I don’t know, they just do!”

They couldn’t bring the kids back to their time (they didn’t know how yet) so they’re stuck.

“What do you mean you can’t time travel?” Cisco asks.

“Yeah didn’t Barry teach you?” Wally says.

Connor bristles. “I’m not a speedster! I can’t actually run or fly that fast.”

“Okay. Can your sister time travel?” Joe asks.

“Have you met Dawn?” Connor says. “She’d wreck the timeline if she knew how to time travel.”

“Wait, speaking of Dawn, where is she?” Barry asks.

William groans. “Oh shit.”

Turns out Dawn went to Earth-38. 

To say Kara is shocked is an understatement.

Kara later heads to Earth-1 (with Dawn’s help).

"Is she telling the truth, Barry?” Kara asks.

Barry rubs his face. “Dawn, I told you to stay put.”

Dawn smiles widely. 

Connor rolls his eyes. “I told you she’d wreck the timeline.”

“So you’re Kara,” Cisco mutters.

It’s so strange being in that time period.

They aren’t used to Barry not totally mastering his powers.

They aren’t used to Kara being so flustered.

They aren’t used to Oliver being so standoffish.

And they definitely aren’t used to them not talking to each other.

Their parents are the definition of true love so seeing them barely look at each other is so weird.

They want their parents back.

Dawn only knows Oliver being soft-spoken 

Seeing him look at her with a complete lack of expression scares her

She’s read about him being like that from old news articles and videos, but being on the receiving end of it is much different than just knowing about it.

She wants to hug him (which she does all the time in her own time) but when she makes the move to do so, he steps back and merely tells her not to.

William knows Oliver is avoiding him.

Oliver doesn’t even know he has a son so he knows it’s probably so surreal

When Oliver later approaches him and asks how he is as a father, William smiles a little and says, “Don’t worry, Dad. You’re the second best father I know.”

“Second best?”

“Uncle Barry has you beat by about ten percent.”

Oliver looks at him incredulously.

“Uncle B took me to Japan, Disney World and a whole different Earth in one day.” 

Connor is less inclined to interact with anyone.

He makes the excuse that he doesn’t want to ruin the space-time continuum.

But his siblings know it’s because he doesn’t like being in a place that’s so familiar but, at the same time, isn’t.

Kara tries to talk to him, tries to get to know him, and they do end up talking for a while until Connor stands up and walks out of the room.

Barry catches up to him and asks him why he’s being so hesitant.

“I don’t want to--”

“Ruin the timeline, yeah, we got that part. But there’s more to it.”

Connor is quite for a while. “It’s just... it’s weird, isn’t it?”

A small smile tugs on Barry’s lips. “Yeah. Weirder things have happened, right?”

“Guess so.”