#should I tag this as elias? can I call you elias?

[turtlemurmurs]

tfw your boss follows you on your honeymoon/afterlife

[fallinlovewithmyflaws]

Sneak Peek - Lucius Verus x OFC

“Do you know who I am?” Aurelia enters the small dark cell, the man they call ‘Hanno’ facing away from her, his features hidden to her prying gaze. Aurelia can’t help but notice his muscular back covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt and blood. Hidden beneath the grime, she can see the telltale brand of a slave, freshly burned into his skin.

“You should not be here.” Despite the many years that has passed, the man in front of her still holds signs of nobility and royal birth, in his voice and the way he holds himself, confident and unyielding.

“I know I should not, yet here I am. Do you remember me or not?”

“You are not easy to forget, Elia.” A nickname, her nickname, one that she has not heard in 16 years.

Aurelia slowly but surely places her hand into the rough calloused hand of her childhood companion, encouraging him to turn towards her. ‘How different his hands are,’ she thinks. It tells her an untold story of the laborious life he must of led after he was forced to flee Rome. The moment he turns to face her, their eyes connect, the burn behind Aurelia’s is instant, for those blue eyes are ones she could never forget. Not even if she wanted to.

“I thought I lost you.” Tears silently cascade down Aurelia’s cheeks while her dainty hands gently trace along Lucius’ features, trailing from his brow down towards his bearded jaw. Time has changed the boy she remembers, yet she can still recognise his boyish features in the man before her.

Both their eyes rake over each other’s faces, drinking in every changed detail. Aurelia immediately notices when Lucius’ eyes drift down to her lips, a movement she subconsciously echoes. The air in the small cell has changed, crackling with unsaid tension.

This is a little sneak peek of something I am writing for Lucius Verus and an original female character. It will follow the movie as much as I can. Hopefully you enjoy it and more than welcome to comment and like it! If you would also like to be tagged when I post the entire thing, let me know!

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

i still cannot believe that people consider having lovers outside of a political marriage as cheating

a lot can be discussed about how raging misogyny and the patriarchy in westeros has led to unequal standards for women to uphold and suffer from

as highborn women are not allowed the same sexual freedom that highborn men get to experience, and even if these women do have relationships outside of their marriages, they are usually scorned and shunned by society for daring to practice sexual autonomy

it’s unfair, i am very aware of this fact

(that’s why i’ll never understand team green stans)

but george has never ever condemned his characters for finding and experiencing love outside of doing their duty.

never.

we’re not unfeeling machines that lack emotions. we’re humans who are, more often than not, led by our hearts. and grrm does a phenomenal job when creating characters, as they truly feel human.

so yeah, it’s a bit disappointing that people dumb down what is clearly a very complex situation to “cheating” (btw george himself calls rhaegar and elias relationship complex and he’s never implied that they loved each other in a romantic sense).

to reiterate, i am well aware that highborn women and men are held to different standards, however, if you have a problem with characters working through, around, and sometimes failing to overcome the social structures that cause their suffering, then you must have a major issue with george’s exploration of the human heart in conflict with itself.

george’s characters aren’t robots and that’s what makes them interesting. they do things for very human reasons. they’re biased. they’re traumatized. they’re conflicted. but they’re still reaching for a better tomorrow and they’re still trying to find happiness.

so i’ll never consider rhaegar and lyannas relationship as cheating, or something unsightly that should be scorned. for they simply dared to find and grasp love in a society that would rather shackle them to unhappy marriages, which is very commendable.

oh… and do you know what george does criticize?

political marriages lol

he makes it clear that selling women off as broodmares and forcing men into marriages they don’t want is a recipe for disaster.

of course the eventual fallouts of these relationships is super interesting to read about, but you should never ever support the systems in place and the societies that benefit from pushing people/characters into these incredibly unhealthy relationships

so while i find it interesting to read about characters navigating these relationships, i’ll always be the first person to condemn these societies for forcing this fate onto them. i’ll also always be the first person to root for characters who do their best to find happiness outside of their political/arranged marriage

sorry that i don’t condemn a character for finding love outside of a loveless marriage

instead of getting angry at rhaegar and lyanna and being very nonsensical in the main tags about it, how about you turn that anger onto the patriarchy, which is rooted in every single institution and family in westeros, the patriarchy that refuses to allow women to have the same amount of sexual autonomy as men?

(this is why i despise team green :))

[julie-sufan]

The In-Depth Look at Julie-Su Part 6: Knuckles #16-23

Issue #16 is a one shot. Here Knuckles is upset after finding out that his mom plans to marry her new boyfriend. He runs off not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.

First (But definitely not the last) time that Julie kisses Knuckles. Then they share a nice quiet moment together.

Issue #17 & 18 features yet another past echidna guardian with a ton of backstory. He meets Julie-Su who is riding an absurdly evil looking horse type of creature.

Love that she's giving him attitude even when in the thrones of death.

In issue #18 she stops by Lara-Le's house (Knuckles's Mom) for some tea and cookies and to hear about of Tobor's (The echidna with the unique eyes) backstory.

Another moment I like. Here we see Julie-Su going from being in complete denial about wanting a relationship with Knuckles to hugging him on the exact same page. Kind of reminds me of Michiru from Fruit of Grisaia who would also fail at trying to be a tsundere type.

Second kiss scene.

Issues 19-21 barely has Julie in it and centers around the Royal Acorn Family. It really feels like a plot that should have been in the main Sonic comic series but for some reason ended up here.

Issue 20 features the first full appearance of Elias who would later show up in the Sonic comic.

After this point Julie gets knocked out for pretty much the rest of the arc.

Next arc 22-24 is going to be a bit tricky to talk about without getting political because it features politics. Please keep in mind that this arc was written way back in 1999.

It features a importance first appearance of Julie-Su's half sister Lien-Da working with the Dark Legion to smash stuff up. No matter what you're views are I like to think that people would come together against the anti-flat screen party.

Did some quick research and found this from howstuffworks. Flat screen tvs used to be called HDTVs when they were first released around 1998.

"Those sets came from manufacturers like Panasonic and Sony, and had a different appearance -- they were wider than standard televisions. That's because the new HDTV standard also included a new aspect ratio. The standard aspect ratio was 4:3, the new ratio was 16:9. They also came with a hefty price tag -- the first sets on the American market cost $7,000 or more."

Lien-Da has never looked more sinister. You can really tell that the artist (Jim Valentino) enjoyed drawing the Dark Legion and it's various members.

Nice Chaotix group shot. This upcoming full page scene I'm going to let speak for itself and that's all I'll say on it.

Hope you enjoy seeing Julie hang upside down because that's what she spends the most of issue 24 doing.

Next up: More hanging around and the Dating arc.

[the-anon-scp-confessions]

INTRODUCTION

Welcome to the SCP Anon Confessions blog. Where you anonymity matters! Annoyed about a character? Like-like a character? Have a head canon that you're admittedly too shy to post on your on blog? Well this is the blog for you! Send a confession in! But first: read over the rules!

RULES

Do NOT harass anyone, whether it's replying to the posts, sending anon hate or messages. I will not stand for it. If you have an issue with someone: block, directly make contact and speak to them in private, or ignore each other. I will not be a messenger bird for drama. 💥 If you want to show evidence about something, feel free to PM me the images/chat logs! Everything will still be kept anonymous. Unless you send death threats to me, gore, or something of that nature: I will call you out on it (unless you're a minor) (Note: If you're concerned about a user in the replies please curate your own experience by blocking them. I only block others if they attack me directly or outed and proven to be not a good person).

Avoid mentioning anyone by name, especially if they are a minor. This about the characters, canons, timelines, and similar aspects. Not to the people behind the screen. (Yes, you may post about your kin-memories, or struggles as a fictive so long as it doesn't involve the fandom related drama. This also not a source call blog as we personally don't believe in source calls or source dating).

No threatening people. This includes things such as: “I want to kill all Clef fans”. Or, "I think (USER) should rot in jail" is also not allowed. And similar. Threatening the characters themselves may be a case by cases basis.

What I share does not truly represent my opinions. This is just an inbox for anonymous confessions. For most asks, I will reply with a "." unless I believe it needs further explanation, or if I feel it warrants me talking.

Keep all confessions SAFE FOR WORK. I will not accept confessions that are in relation to sexual content. While I cannot stop anyone from doing this just note that I will not share them and delete them.

All asks will be anonymous even if you haven't toggled anon on. How? All non-anon comments will turn into separate posts* unless it involves media then I may just send it as is if you're 100% okay with that.

Questions:

"Are you 'Luigi' from the last anon blog?" - No, I'm not Luigi. The original guy. however, does have access to this account, as he did make the account some time ago when he felt right in returning but felt it was best to pass it on to a close friend of his, that being me. Please refer to me as Snippet, my pronouns are he/him!

"When does this blog update?" - I log on this account on the Sunday/Monday typically (or sometimes throughout the week) then I put everyone on queue on a 'three times a day' setting. Then rinse and repeat. This means I will not see any anons or messages regarding anything till said days. I do have a life outside the internet so sometimes I may miss these dates.

"Can we submit posts about Doctor Bright? Or confessions about Shaw, or other rewrites?" - So long as it relates to the character of Bright: Yes! Please, just avoid anything in relation to AdminBright / TheDuckMan, your confession will be deleted if it references them. This blog does not approve of the AB or their horrid actions. Again, keep drama out. Confessions based on Elias Shaw and Rewrites are also allowed so long as you are not harassing the rewrite itself, its creator(s), etc. To me, they all exist, multiple canons/timelines, and what not. They'll be tagged accordingly.

"How many asks can I send at once?" - Multiple, I don't care. Spam the blog!

[thetormentita]

the woman in winter (se ābra isse sōnar) - prelude

the gods can be cruel, but they always leave a chance to see the bright side in every tragedy.

Pairing: original female! Targaryen/Viserys Targaryen (platonic)

A/n: behold Viserys and his upteenth tragedy! Rhaenyra was not always his chosen heir, but here we go again!

Rating: Teen (+13)

Tagging list: @novaursa @maegelletargaryen

The fool had returned home with a baby, and the heart of the King had softened at the sight, his mind bringing up memories once lost, of princess Alyssa flying with her children atop Meleys, the Red Queen.

If only she had had the chance to meet her grandchildren…

The babe, a little girl peacefully asleep close to the prince’s chest, had called the court’s attention, everybody instantly claiming bastardy upon her only for the tuft of black hair of hers.

“Her name is Elia, Father.” he had said, proud and hurt at the same time. “I couldn’t leave her behind. I just couldn’t.”

If the prince would have done things right, maybe the Iron Throne would have been able to get closer to Dorne, and the little girl would have perfectly represented the final union of all Westeros under the same rule as Aegon the Conqueror intended, but the premature death on the birthbed of the lady Dayne had left him with little margin to maneuver.

“I wanted to do things right, I swear.” Prince Baelon cannot stop looking at his baby daughter as she sleeps, her little fists clenched in the soft, warm blanket. “We planned to come after the birth, when Mara had gained her strength back.” His voice breaks when he talks about the lady of Starfall, now dead and forever lost to the realms of men.

Viserys conforts his son as best as he can. Memories of his own lost wife and the pain of childbirth still fresh in his mind.

Sweet Aemma would have loved to see her grandchildren.

It takes him a few days to be able to talk with his son and heir about the parentage of his daughter, and it shocks him the reaction of his Small Council when they decide it would be best for little Elia to remain as a bastard, even Jasper Wylde and Larys Strong dare to suggest giving up the girl to the Faith or the Silent Sisters.

“We are talking about my own granddaughter, Seven Hells!” he bangs the robust table with his fist, the mere idea of losing that little girl from his sight makes him sick. “She is my blood! She shall grow up as a princess of the realm, among her cousins and my children with the Queen.”

Only when the council finishes Lyonel Strong dares to approach him, the name of Baelon’s daughter still on his lips.

When the Stepstones rise against the Iron Throne again, it is Baelon the one who leads the attack, recklessly wanting to prove himself and show the realm how fit he would be to succeed Viserys as a future king. He almost kneels before his own son to beg for him to stay in the capital, because war is damgerous and the Stepstones have proven a treacherous ground for many who sought glory there.

But Baelon flies there.

And Baelon dies.

The blow leaves him breathless. His mind breaking in tiny little pieces when his generals, his own brother among them, bring him the news, and a wooden box with ashes in it, because a Targaryen shall be incinerated.

The court mourns little of its former heir, and all eyes lay upon the little Elia, the girl who is playing with her cousins when he arrives at the conservatory, carefully under the eye of a kingsguard and a septa, who watch over the children like a hawk guarding its nest.

“What now?” she mumbles, her little face struck with a grief she should not have to feel, less being that young.

“I will take care of you, my sweet.” he cups her face with a hand, his thumb stroking gently the soft cheek, trying his best to assure her.

Nobody dares to question the little girl’s future before him after the passing of the prince.

Nobody but Lyonel Strong.

It is him the only one to put some perspective upon the situation, and Viserys lets him talk in a futile attempt to ease his own grief.

“There is an option.” says the Riverman when they are observing princess Rhaenyra’s sons play with Elia, carefully hidden in the king’s solar. “If you decide making Rhaenyra your heir, Jacaerys shall follow her.”

“You are stating the obvious, Lyonel.”

“Marry Baelon’s daughter to Rhaenyra’s eldest son” Viserys looks at him with weary eyes, silent, his mind too tired to even focus on that obvious thought. “They are close in age, good friends and have grown up together. They are made for each other, and you know it as well as I do. If they become husband and wife they can stay around under your protection, and not by your children, but by theirs you will strengthen the main line of House Targaryen.”

[lordofhunger47]

So, About the Jack Bright controversy...

The Bright drama got so stupid.

Did Rick and Morty get canceled when Justin was revealed with a domestic felony or people demanded it's cancellation? Did Lovecraft's mythos get erased because the original creator was a disturbed xenophobia? Did JK Rowling being a transphobic stopped people from enjoying Hogwart Legacy? Were Charlie Chaplin movies had the character replaced by some dude because the real life Charlie Chaplin was a womanizer pig? Did the fact that some cartoons like Danny Phantom and Dilbert were made by racists or pedos so as plently anime brands like Kenshin stopped people from looking at them fondly? No, like it or not plenty of works were made by assholes and art shouldn't be subjected to the furnace just because the maker of it happened to be jackass, otherwise what's even the point of art?

By that logic then half of every work of fiction or art ever made should be erased, anything else that's just plain hypocrisy nothing more, besides by the stupid change name all you will do is reminding people and adding more fuel to the fire. You aren't letting the wound heal itself, you are only gaping it.

By the way, Name or not It's literally still just Bright but they're slapping a new name tag on him and calling it a day. That's what makes it stupid, on top of the other reasons I mentioned. Katkus, the guy who's changing Bright's name in all the stories he's written, literally just said and I quote; "In his place, I offer you Dr. Elias Shaw, a wild Foundation doctor cursed to wear SCP-963. Any similarities to other characters, living or dead, is purely coincidental."

There's no effort in that change. It's not even a different character, it's literally just freaking Jack Bright swapping a name tag with someone. IF there was some kind of rewrite of Bright's character then maybe, MAYBE I could understand and respect the decision. But they changed nothing. They just hit CTRL+F and swapped out Bright with Shaw. Everyone knows who Bright is, everyone who reads the name "Elias Shaw" is going to say "Oh so this is Bright". It literally accomplishes nothing. If you wanted to "erase" Bright from future Foundation lore, make a new character to take his place.

And like it or not, plently tales about Jack Bright were NOT made by the adminmotherfucker and the character is an intergal part of the SCP mythos, you want to rename or erase the character from your stories? Then do it! Your stories your rule! but remember, everyone have every right to use the character so don't even think about dragging others to your level and go "oh! You mysgonist toxic pervet! You don't care about anyone!" Like a fucking Velma karen from twitter otherwise you are no better than the motherfucker you claim to hate!

I. HAVE. SPOKEN!

Edit:by the way, almost all Bright's lore was made by hundreds of authors, the admin jackass piece of shit just happened to role invented his name so no one can claim ownership on Jack.

[samobservessonic]

I know it’s supposed to be that they’re running back across the bridge, but this accidentally looks like the others are just kind of walking away because they got fed up of Knuckles and Trogg fighting

No Morain, what you need to understand is that he’s Sonic & Knuckles. Get it?? (I’m sorry that I keep making this tired joke)

We get what I assume is an unintentional parallel to when Sonic knocked Robotnik off the Floating Island and felt bad about it, as Knuckles does exactly this with knocking Trogg off the bridge into the no-dimension soup. I’m counting this as a SonKnux hint - the couple that has heroic regrets together stays together

Everyone made it home safely! Once again, I wish I knew if the Enchanter Kings are gay, buddies or related, because depending on the answer to that depends on if I can joke about one of them making bedroom eyes at the other one lol

Knuckles is still having a great time going along with the joke, even if Morain is onto him at this point

But then… but then… Errol’s back!! He’s safe! Generic fantasy twunk fox guy, my beloved! He’s back again, so I can stop planning my fan comic about how he gets turned back to normal

Thank you to everyone for not spoiling this for me. I know it’s tempting to tell me stuff sometimes, but I’m grateful to be able to discover these early stories without spoilers. Honestly, I was convinced that Errol stayed a monster, because for some reason I thought Morain angsts about that later on. But he’s here and thus my headcanon that he at some point dated Elias Acorn from Archie Sonic can continue

I love how Morain takes one second to be glad her brother is safe and then goes right back to “No wait, I’m still angry”

Speaking of still angry, Trogg somehow survived becoming nothing

He tells them that he just managed to hold onto the rope and now he’s back for revenge. But before that can happen, he keels over like a guy who’s just been tossed out of the village pub

…Turns out he did change back, it just took longer! So now we have our third Enchanter King, who I think was called Shirob? Regardless, I’ll just be lumping him in with the other Enchanter Kings for my tagging system now and dropping the Trogg tag. Oh, and I guess these kings are categorically “companions”. That’s still vague enough I can joke about them being "roommates" while confirming they’re not related to each other - hooray!

Aww, Shirob has a nice smile! And with Morain’s question remaining unanswered, the duo head off back home. I also like the tongue-in-cheek reference to how many letters they get asking for these characters, with Kitching saying that angry Tails fans should write in about Knuckles being the one to get the next solo story. But there’s no shortage of StC comics for both of these characters in future, so nothing to worry about there

So yeah, I really like this story. I mean, obviously I like the Nameless Zone stuff, I’m pretty transparent about that. But now that Morain’s here, it feels like that cast is complete. Not to mention that my boy Errol gets to be saved and even though Trogg was great, now that he’s defeated I guess we’ll have to see what other enemies the Nameless Zone has to offer next time Tails visits

But wow, Tails has missed a lot in the main plot, huh?

[commander-writergirl]

Little Family of Four

Synopsis: Five or six years after getting married, Marc finally feels like he’s were he’s supposed to be. With you by his side, he has never felt lighter or happier.

Pair: Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, talk of trauma, talks of difficult pregnancy

Word Count: 1,451

A/N: This takes place a five or six years from the last Hanukkah story, I wanted to write something happy where Marc was comfortable with himself, his identity, and who he’s become. Also hopefully I wrote DID correctly or as close as possible. I got the idea from the comics so fingers crossed. 

Tags: @romanarose

     Marc stood adjusting Wes on his hip. He refused to call his son Wesley even though it was the compromise you two had made in the form of using Wendy’s name.  

    You hated the name Wendall and was much too close to Randall. Marc argued that you didn’t need to honor his mother, but you just raised an eyebrow and pointed on the small bundle in your arms saying, “This is your son, I can’t even see any of my family in him at this moment after spending ten hours pushing him out of my body.”  

    Elias backed you up, saying how much Wes looked like Marc. Except his eyes, his eyes were all you. Bright, full of wonder. Not brown but green. The type of green Marc saw every morning when he woke up and every night as he fell asleep. He was proud Wes had your eyes.

    Marc looked back at his son to see the four-year-old playing with the Chai necklace your parents had sent as a gift for Hanukkah. It was small and was on a leather cord instead of a chain. It had become Wes’s favorite thing, no toy compared.  

    Marc kissed his head, “Do you know what that symbol means?”

    Wes nodded, “Life.”

     “Yes, it does.” Marc smiled.  

      “I want to light candles.” Wes said having a similar permeant pout to his lower lip like Marc does, though neither of you know if Wes forced it a little more or if it was part of him growing.  

     “How about you help me tonight? Then we can practice so next year you can light them yourself. Deal?” Marc held out his pinkie. The only way Wes believed any promises or deals could be kept, and Marc refused to ever break one.

     “Deal.” Wes wrapped his little pinkie around Marc’s.  

     Marc smiled and kissed his son’s cheek before tickling his belly. Wes giggled and squirmed curling into his father even more. When the two of them heard squealing, they looked over to see you walking in with Rachel.

     Rachel, the compromise in honoring Randall.  

     Rachel, Marc’s little star. He didn’t understand how even being married with a child, your father still dotted on you and hung on to every word. But Marc understood now, from the first moment Rachel was placed in his arms, he knew he would do anything to make her smile.  

     “Alright, we are all cleaned and changed.” You smiled at Marc as you stood next to him, one arm supporting the baby wrap you had invested in after two months of arm fatigue with Wes. Marc even had his own when he was too busy to keep both arms from being busy.  

    “Sissy sick?” Wes looked down at his little sister. Marc had taken to explaining what being a big brother meant.  

     “No sweetie,” you reached over and stroked Wes’s curls back. “She’s just a baby and her getting bigger sometimes means stinky diapers and spit up.” You smiled as your son nodded. “Now, we should light the candles before anything else comes out of this little one.”  

    Marc chuckled lightly and nodded, grabbing the Shamash. He gave it to Wes as he grabbed the lighter. Wes kept a tight grip on the Shamash as Marc let the wick catch fire. Marc set the lighter down and wrapped his hand around Wes’s and began saying the prayers as they began to light the eight candles.  

“Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech haolam, asher kid’shanu b-mitzvotav, vtzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.”  

     As you, Marc, and Wes finished the prayer, Rachel made a cooing noise. You smiled and kissed her head. “Happy first Hanukkah my little Rakhel.”  

     “She came just in time.” Marc whispered against your temple.  

    “Ha, two months early and four weeks in the hospital early.”  You sighed and rubbed the flat of your knuckle against Rachel’s cheek. “I was so scared for a while.”  

     “Well, she’s here, and healthy. Wes is healthy.” Marc rubbed your back. When Rachel was born, he called his father. No prompting, and nothing but his own fear.  

     Elias had walked Marc through the Mi Shebeirach (Prayer for Healing) as he sat with Wes in the hospital chapel. Three days later Elias was in New York and taking Wes back to the apartment so Marc could sit with you. And then Elias came back and sent Marc home with Wes and took over watching you.

    “And you are healthy my moonlight.” Marc said. You turned to face him and nuzzled your nose against his.

    “I know. How are the boys?” Since the stress with Rachel passed, Steven and Jake have been giving Marc time to bond with his daughter.  

      They had done it with Wes, something about letting Marc bond to help with the last few steps towards what you had titled ‘Recalibrating the Mental Understanding of Life.’ It was a joke you had come up with when Marc popped the question. He got a laugh out of it since his therapist said if it wasn’t for your understanding nature and willingness to work with Marc in your relationship, he probably would have kept going the way he was before.

     Of course, with everything it meant Jake and Steven fronted less but Marc assured you that he could still hear them and feel them. And you always welcomed them and still loved them.  

    “They are good, excited to meet the new little star.” Marc chuckled hearing Steven’s excitement and Jake’s threats if anyone should hurt her.  

    “Well, I miss them. So, it will be nice to talk with them.” You smiled and walked over to the couch. Marc followed and sat down, sitting Wes between you.

    Marc closed his eyes and listened as you talked to Wes, letting his mind drift.  

        “You’ve done amazing Marc.” Marc could see Steven sitting in the library he always found comfort in.

    “We’re proud of you, amigo,” Jake raised a glass, the bar setting he always seemed to fit into.

     Marc looked at his own mental safe space, at one point it had looked like an alter room to Khonsu but now it looked like the nursery with Hamsas and a mezuzah on the door frame. The toddler bed and crib on either side. Somewhere he could hear you humming.  

     Then a thought occurred to Marc, “I know I’m getting better but... you guys won’t leave me, will you?”  

      When Marc looked over at a mirror his eight-year-old self stared back at him. 

    “We’ll always be with you Marc; we can’t leave you anymore then you can completely forget your trauma. We’ll just be... quieter.” Steven said giving a gentle smile.

     “Besides this time, we’re going willingly, unlike that time you shoved us both so far down when the cracks started you couldn’t handle it.” Jake said taking a sip from his glass.

    Marc winced at that memory. It had been before you met you and right after Khonsu. He remembered some missions, but Jake had confessed to having been the front of a few that needed a little more.  

    “We’ll be here. Besides as long as Y/N wants to see us we’ll find ways to stay present,” Jake smirked making Marc roll his eyes and Steven try to hide a laugh.

    “Abba, Abba wake up,” Marc smiled at the sound of Wes’s voice and could feel him pushing on Marc’s shoulder.  

    “Go, spend time with the family. We’ll still be here.” Steven said with a smile.  

    Marc nodded and slowly started breathing as things faded away and Marc could feel Wes jumping.  

    Marc quickly pulled Wes down and tickled his belly. “Hey little man, you got to be careful.” Wes giggled and grabbed Marc’s hand. “Don’t want to accidently hurt Ema or Rachel.”  

    Wes nodded and looked at Marc’s wedding band. He began to trace the blue opal center and watch the light shine off it. Marc used to spend hours staring at it himself, finding it hard to believe that anyone would marry him.

    Wes giggled as you tickled his feet. You wore your wedding ring on your right hand in the traditional place of your index finger. Mainly because even before you were married you wore rings mainly on your index fingers. So, as you tickled your son’s feet, Marc could see the rose gold ring on your finger with in-laid blue opals.  

    He moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head.

     “Happy Hanukkah Y/N Spector.” He smiled feeling you nuzzle his shoulder.

     “Happy Hanukkah Marc Spector.” You adjusted Rachel as she began to whine and Marc watched you as you laid her against your chest, Wes moving to cuddle you on the opposite side.  

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

Warnings: mention of vietnam war, past injuries, swearing

AN: happy Memorial Day to those who celebrate!

“interview today?” I asked as I laid against elias. He nodded. I absentmindedly ran one of his dog tags through the chain and back. He hummed at the noise and leaned into me further. Giggling, I gave them a gentle tug and he leaned down to kiss me. “It appears as if Pavlov was right.” I laughed when he pulled away.

“huh?” He asked. I laughed again, eyes shining bright as he groaned and draped a hand over his face. “Too early for this shit (y/n).” He groaned.

“He trained a dog to salivate when he heard a whistle. It appears I have you trained to kiss me when I tug on these.” I tugged on the dog tags again and Elias turned his head towards me. I laughed as he grumbled.

“I’m not a damn dog.” He grumbled before turning to kiss me. “Fucking damn.” I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“sorry sergeant.” I giggled.

“things you do to me sweetheart.” Groaning, elias got up and headed into the bathroom to shower while I got up to start breakfast. He trailed down the stairs, attempting to do up his tie. “Could you…” he trailed off as I came over and started doing it for him. “Thank you.” He whispered. I nodded before kissing him on the cheek.

“Anytime.” I shrugged as I watched him take off the dog tags and put them on top of the microwave before sitting down. A shadow passed my face before I forced down the feelings the action gave me.

“I’ll be home by lunch.” He promised after breakfast. “Maybe we can go see a movie?” I nodded as I leaned my head back so he could kiss me.

“I’ll check and see what is playing.” I agreed. Elias hummed before kissing me again.

“see? no dog tags.” He teased before heading towards the door. “I love you!” He called before leaving.

“love you too!” I called before the door shut. Getting up, I grabbed the dishes left on the table before putting them in the sink. I started running the water, leaning against the counter as I waited for hot water to start running.

My eyes landed on Elias’ dog tags before walking over. I picked them up and ran my thumb over them. There was a chip in the edge from where it cracked when he was shot. I gently ran my nail over it and took a deep breath. The scar sat right between where his ribs met. Terrified me every time I looked at it or ran my fingers over it. Sighing and trying to push away the image of the scars that littered his torso, I threw the chain over my head. The tags hung low but clinked when I moved. The sound soothed me in a way I couldn’t explain. Turning back to the sink, I washed our dishes and moved on to checking for showtimes. The door opening and closing drew my attention back.

“(Y/N)?” Elias called out. His voice broke slightly and I dropped the paper I was reading to run out to him. I froze when I saw him; hair disheveled, tie undone, shirt untucked.

“elias.” I breathed out as I ran to him and hugged him tight. He took a shuddering breath as he buried his face in my neck. I ran a hand through his hair as he breathed deeply. “Bad day?” I whispered. He nodded and hugged me closer to him.

“yeah.” He breathed out. “They pulled my service record.” I let out a sigh. Even though there was nothing in there, elias was a risk to hire simply because he fought in country and because of the seriousness of his wounds. No one wanted to take the chance and hire him. Either worried about their image for hiring a vietnam vet or that there were underlying health concerns that Elias didn’t even know about that they’d have to pay for. “Maybe I should just give up. Let you become the breadwinner.” He sighed. I laughed as I pulled away from him.

“me? And what are you going to do all day when I’m gone mister?” I cupped Elias’ cheeks and squeezed gently. “Elias, honey, I love you but I do want to come back home to a house. So no I’m not going to become the breadwinner.” He chuckled and gently grabbed my wrists. Pulling my hands off his face, he kissed my knuckles before pressing my hands to his chest.

“what would I do without you?” He smiled weakly at me. His eyes darted over my face before the chain touched his finger. “Are those…why are you…my dog tags.” He stuttered out.

“yeah. You left them on the microwave and I…” elias leaned over and kissed me. “Ok…” I furrowed my eyebrows and searched his face for something while he fingered the chain around my neck. “Maybe it’s the dog tags in general…” I mused to myself. Elias chuckled and tugged on them gently.

“must be.” He chuckled. He kissed me again.

“I can take them off.” I reached up to grab the chain but Elias stopped me.

“I kind of like where they are right now.” he whispered. I nodded and smiled at him.

“you feeling better?” I asked as I turned to lead him to the kitchen.

“yeah.” He mused. “But I don’t think i want to go out again.” I nodded.

“Good. There weren’t any good movies playing anyway.” Elias laughed.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 160 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: head empty, only eyepocalypse...

Yeah, The Eye Opens doesn't sound so good... Neither does the ominous slightly different version of the Institute’s motto...

MARTIN: "I still don’t think we should have brought it." JON: "Oh, it’s better than no warning at all." Hmmm, I think one would have just turned up. Like on the ship to Norway.

JON: "Yeah, well, it technically still belongs to Daisy, so – (small exhale) I’m just glad it’s not some sort of kill room." MARTIN: "Or – (pause for a huffed laugh) Or it is, and she just cleaned it up really well." JON: (small exhale) "Yes." MARTIN: "Are we? – Are we… safe here?" JON: (sigh) "Safe as anywhere. If Elias wanted to find us, I imagine he could, but – I doubt the police will be able to. If nothing else, I’m hoping there’d be some – jurisdiction complications, in Scotland?" I always love how there just happens to be a conversation that tells us where they are (or what object this is about etc.)

MARTIN: "And if she does?" JON: (exhale) "Well. At least we’ll know where she is." And here's the information that we lost Daisy :( Gone full Hunt.

JON: (teasing) "Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic." MARTIN: "It – might. Maybe." Ahhhh, the teasing!!!

MARTIN: "You’ll be okay here?" JON: "I’ll be fine." It's so soft...

MARTIN: "I mean, they’ve finished all the interviews? Apparently they’re calling it a 'terror attack.'" From what Basira said in MAG 158 ("From what I saw they’ve been toying with the rest of the Institute, but it won’t be long until they’re all dead or escaped.") I'd call that a proper killing spree.

MARTIN: "And she wasn’t sure which ones you’ve read already, so she, she just said she’d send a bunch." JON: ""There – There are tapes in here, as well. D-Did she say anything about tapes?" MARTIN: "She didn’t mention it? – But I didn’t check it until after the call." Do you know how long it took me to realize these are not the statements Basira sent xD I thought Elias smuggled his statement to the obvious stack of statements in the Archives and Basira grabbed it with the others and sent that... Yeah, it does make a lot more sense for Elias to simply watch Basira and then express-mail his own welcome-back package.

MARTIN: "– I will give you some privacy. Go for a walk." JON: (exhale) "Let me know if you see any good cows." MARTIN: "Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows." Famous last words... Love how it sounds there has been something going on with them defining "good cows". Already told this little story in the tags of one of the MAG 160 art reblogs: last year my spouse said they're going for a walk and I know there's a route past a field of highland cattle. So I asked them where they're going and it was this exact route! Of course I asked them to tell me if they see any good cows xD The world didn't end and I got a photo of highland cows!

Overall impression of these two scenes: Their conversations are so normal... They really are okay here. At least, how far we can tell from what little we have. I'm sure I already said this in one of my relisten posts, I think it's really good for the fandom to have so little. Yeah, of course I would have loved more fluff, but by keeping this so short, there's sooo much we fans can imagine happening here. TMA has a lot of this, referencing vaguely what happened, but keeping it open for us to explore that. This is actually also very good for the horrors in the show. It’s a genre I respond very well to. Keeping it vague, let my mind do the rest. Fucking love this shit.

JON: "Right. Statement of Hazel Rutter regarding a fire in her childhood home. Original statement given August 9th, 1992." OMG, I remember exactly, what my reaction to this was. I was like "What bullshit statement for a season finale is that supposed to be???"

JON: "Hello, Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself." And then I was "Oh SHIT!" Also, I always forget it's Jon reading this statement because Jonny's impression of Ben's Elias is sooo good! So this is Jonny pretending to be Ben pretending to be Elias by copying Jonny pretending to be Jon, all while still pretending to be Jon... I hope that makes sense... Also I used this sentence one time for a friend! She doesn't really like horror because she's easily scared, but she did listen to all of TMA for me. And I had a very cool and really creepy nightmare which just happened to include one of my cats and I wanted to tell her what happened in this nightmare. But it was also almost midnight and I knew she just wouldn't read my text if she immediately had recognized it as a nightmare. So I started to retell it by focusing on my cat only to hit her with the creepy stuff in the last sentence. She texted me "I hate u" back xD and a week later we talked about this via Twitch chat during a stream of our friend’s and she was like "I thought it was a cute cat dream!" and I answered "Yeah, I knew you would stop reading if it would have been too obvious... Hello *friend's name*. Apologies for the deception but I wanted to make sure you started reading..." We both laughed so much xD

So uh, I already made a post about this once, but I'm putting that thought in here again. The case numbers of the statements are always in the episode descriptions (here 0181810 - a palindrome!!! - 18th October 2018). These case numbers always refer to the date the statement was first given, either written or recorded directly. This is a written statement, so teeeeeechnically 18th October was the day Jonah wrote this statement, and not the day Jon read it. I do think this one episode is an exception of this rule, but hear me out for a moment: If 18th October was only the day Jonah wrote this, this could mean for Jmart to have more time for their Scottish honeymoon!!!

"but that you would quite willingly doom that world and confine the billions in it to an eternity of terror and suffering, all to ensure your own happiness" Capitalism is the real enemy!

"I once asked her what drove her, what had started her down that path. She told me the Desolation had killed her cat." Understandable, have a nice day! (Gertrude is John Wick...)

"You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?" Yeeees, like colors! They're all part of the same light! I love how everything that seemed like a plot hole in TMA actually has an explanation!

"It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck." And in the next few sentences he'll say "Oh wow, that one is marked by the Spider! Must be their blessing to send me someone already with that destiny!"...

"How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that." Jonah!Elias ships them XD

"And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date." I have listened to the episode starting this sentence soooo many times!

Ahhh, the soundscaping during the incantation is so good!

JON: (still distorted, with shaking laughter/tears) "Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back." [AND NOW HE DOES BEGIN TO LAUGH IN EARNEST. IT’S NOT A LAUGH WE’VE HEARD ON HIM BEFORE; NOT A SHORT, CLIPPED LAUGH; NOT A SURPRISE BURST OF GENUINE HILARITY. THIS LAUGH SEEMS AFRAID, AND YET COLD. IT’S REMINISCENT OF ELIAS’S VILLAINOUS LAUGH, BUT IS TINGED MORE WITH FEAR THAN SATISFACTION.] [HE DOES NOT STOP LAUGHING.] That was it. I thought now he lost it. Completely. I was asking myself if he could pull it together next season, or if he'll be full crazy monster. And I totally felt that shock of “Oh no, this really happened. Everything is ruined. How can this progress? How can this every be undone??” I really, reaaally felt Jon and Martin’s (mostly Martin’s perhaps) emotions there at the end...

A few random thoughts at the end here, while I don't remember my surroundings listening to this episode. I remember being in the bedroom at the end of this episode. Like specifically that thought of Jon "going crazy".

I think it's funny how MAG 160 fanart is either super sweet Jmart or total devastation of the world ending. And memes. Lot’s of memes.

Fun fact: My father in law finished S4 today as well!!! He never struck me to be a person who'd be doing a relisten, which I found a bit sad because there is so much to discover in a relisten. BUT he said he's thinking about doing a relisten right now already xD This episode is always my most anticipated one when wanting friends and family live-blog their experience to me xD

@a-mag-a-day

[angie-j-kay]

🧩 What kinds of games do you like? (The Reliquus)

There is a shape. What the shape is, that's hard to tell, but there is definitely a shape. And it is definitely cocking something that vaguely resembles a head, if this creature can be said to have a head at all. None of that seems important, though, because as this creature turns their gaze upon you every cell in your body starts screaming at you to run, run now, run and climb and scream to get away ohgodsitwillkillyourunrunrunrun!

There is a voice as well, though the sounds it makes is nothing like speech and could never be interpreted as such. That mouth was never made for speaking. Still, the words plant themselves in your mind as surely as if the creature were speaking plain English.

Games? The Reliquus chuckles slightly, and the sound is almost worse than their gaze is. What games should a creature such as I play? Perhaps you would like to play tag, you mortals enjoy chasing each other, yes? Or that game that children play, hide and seek? I believe I would very much like to play such a game with you...

A head perks out from the doorway behind the Reliquus. This one is Human, at least visibly. Short, curled black hair over a blank frown, eyes rolling at the Reliquus' dramatic speech, and gestures at them with a closed pack of cards. "If you're done trying to scare the newbie," the woman deadpans, "We took a vote and you're dealing the first hand. Hurry up, though, before Elias and Billy start a fistfight over which pizza toppings to order."

The Reliquus freezes, those things that can only be eyes closing in frustration for a moment. No pineapple this time! They call back without turning. If you want sweet, order the brownies, but leave it off of the pizza!

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

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Date: May 6th, 2023

Episode of the day: MAG 193 A Stern Look

"JONAH/ELIAS: Enough. Tell me, why are you here?

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): I… I don’t know.

JONAH/ELIAS: Were you drawn here?

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): Yes. I was.

JONAH/ELIAS: Against your will?

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): No.

JONAH/ELIAS: Then why did you heed the call?

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): Because… this is the place I know I should be.

JONAH/ELIAS: Good. The job is yours"

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Martell Week- Day 2: Favorite quote

Tag: @elvinaa @adriennegabriella @wingsoftheangels @morby @tashastrange89 @candycanes19

(A/N: So this is based one idea I have with Oberyn, Ellaria and my Stark character. I’m not sure if I’ll have it in this particular verse as I’ll call it. The verse itself (and so are the others) are non-canon compliant. You’ll see in a moment!)

Day 2: Favorite Quote

“You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit.”- Oberyn Martell

Song inspired: “The Truth Untold” by: BTS/ “Whore” by: In This Moment

If someone were to say the North and the South would unite; you’d think they lost their self to madness, while in reality that’s what was going on currently. Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand (With a few guards and others with them.) had found themselves in Winterfell.

Lord Eddard Stark was with them in the Great Hall; a look of worry, tiredness and the haunting of days gone by, longed on his face. Three goblets of wine were placed down; Catelyn joined them shortly after, just getting in from trying to find me.

“I have no idea where she’s at right now; I sent Robb to look for me; you know I need to be here.” Catelyn spoke.

“Thank you for coming Prince Oberyn, I hope your travel was safe.” Eddard started.

The Dornishman looked around for a moment before his eyes settled on Eddard.

“It was, thankfully. It is a shame you couldn’t come down to Dorne instead.” Oberyn tried to sound cheerful.

It was a bit too cold for his taste and Ellaria had his cloak on; but thankfully for them, they were sitting close to the fireplace. Of course the couple was as close as can be; while Eddard and Catelyn sat next to each other.

Culture can be so interesting can’t it?

I’ve always felt like more of a Dorne, then a Northwoman. I feel so detached to my own culture because of just being me. I hear people spread the rumors about me and, sure a few maybe true, but most are false.

“Ellaria Sand, My paramour.” Oberyn introduced.

“My Lord, My Lady.” Ellaria smiled, kindly.

Catelyn kept quiet, just observing but giving the woman a smile in return. Eddard found out that Doran couldn’t make it, Doran’s health was acting up again; so Oberyn was sent and, wherever Oberyn goes, so does Ellaria.

“So my Brother tells me, you want me to marry your daughter for an alliance.” Oberyn spoke after a moment.

“Yes, that’s correct.” Eddard answered.

“Lord Stark, I highly doubt you’re asking for political reasons.” Oberyn quipped.

Eddard blinked in surprised, believe it or not he was right. This wasn’t for political reasons, Catelyn looked to her husband and she’s shocked. Ellaria smirked and watched on. Eddard quickly recovered and kept his eyes on the Red Viper of Dorne. Eddard Stark knew this wasn’t going to be easy by any means.

“I would like the real reason, the political aspect can be for my Brother as far as I’m concerned.” Oberyn added.

Eddard took in a breath. Yes, Father, I wish you all the luck in the world on this. Honestly, if I was there, I would have to take control of it. That should be soon though. I mean, when I’m in King’s Landing, I don’t wear my house pin.

“It’s about my oldest daughter.-” Me, not Sansa or Arya. “I’m fearing for her safety. With all these rumors going around, I’m not sure what to do at this point.”

“Prince Oberyn, if I may, my daughter she’s...I’m worried that the Lannisters could try to have her killed. As you know the Starks and Lannisters are at odds with each other. With Cersei being married to King Robert, we have no idea what they may try to pull.” Catelyn spoke up.

Oberyn nodded, allowing them to continue.

“Well, rest assured Lady Catelyn, my lover and I, hate the Lannisters.” Ellaria replied.

The room went silent; yes we all know the story of Elia Martell and her children; just hearing about it sends chills and fear down my soul.

“Are any of them true?” Oberyn asked.

“As far as we know, one or two.” Eddard answered.

A look of wondering was on Ellaria’s face. She had an odd feeling and she wanted to know if it was right. After all, it’s not everyday that someone from Dorne comes up to the North. Ellaria looked over at Oberyn, the two lovers knowing what the other could say without speaking.

“You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit.” Oberyn knew he won.

Both Eddard and Catelyn said nothing; that confirmed Ellaria’s feeling.

“She preferences both?” Oberyn asked.

“Yes, but we’ve never seen her with anyone.” Eddard answered.

“Also you know how judgmental some in the North can be.” Catelyn added.

Or Westros in general; I’ve been busy with things; I don’t have time for a relationship or whatever else, I know Mother and Father eventually planned to marry me to someone; so why bring on heartache? Plus, I enjoy my silence and books and my secrets.

“Then everyone is missing half the world's pleasure. The gods made women… and it delights me. The gods made men… and it delights me.” Oberyn smirked.

Ellaria smiled and looked at Oberyn. The two Starks drank some wine to make things less awkward.

“The other rumor...we’re not even sure on. There isn’t any evidence but lately she’s been going missing for extent of time after midnight. Some believe she’s using magic to sneak out of Winterfell and goes wherever.” Catelyn said with bated breath.

Well, actually that is true; but I don’t think I want to get into that right now.

“Really?” Oberyn said with a surprised expression.

“Despite the rumors, we realized at times we weren’t there for her when she needed us, but we do care about her. I want her to be safe and I’ve done everything that I can think of.” Eddard nodded.

“You’d be also surprised to know that our daughter has a vast knowing of Dorne.” Catelyn added.

This interested both of them; they both came closer to Mother and Father. As they talked, I finally got back to Winterfell. Something felt off, I looked around and started to walk to where the Great Hall is.

Something just told me to go.

Instead of going around to the outside entrance, I opened to go through the one inside entrance; that way I could see if I should be on guard or not. I quietly get to the door and look to see Mother and Father talking to two people. Wait, why do they look familiar?

I pushed the door opened and I blinked once they turned around.

“Ah, there you are daughter; come meet your betrothed, Prince Oberyn and his paramour, Ellaria Sand.”

[mutasmutosarchive]

drabblecember 09: a walk outside

characters: elias oisín (oc), reagan (insert) [familial]

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"It's cold." Reagan huffed as their breath fogged in the cold air as their footsteps fell in time with the giant beast next to their side.

"It's always cold, Reagan. That's the point of winter is it not." Elias spoke. The old rumbled of the daemon echoed in the forest as his large paws crunched against the old snow they hiked through.

Ruby eyes watched from the corner of the elk skull that was his head as he watched Reagan waddle through the snow in a large coat and scarf, the daemon chuckling softly as he watched his little fledgling toddle after him like a fawn. He stopped for a moment to let Reagan catch up with him, his tail flicking against the white snow.

"Hey old man, you are covered in fur and can change I to a giant beast. I'm fragile little human." Reagan barked as she looked at him with a huff.

Her nose was red from the cold and she was trying her best to match steps with him but the snow was getting deeper. Elias had stopped to let her catch up before the daemon reached over and picked up his apprentice and nudged her onto his back. Her shaky hands clawed at midnight fur as she scrambled onto his back. Elias gave a snort and his ears flicked as he picked up again.

"Really? Fragile is the word you want to use for yourself now? I've seen you trip down a hill. I think fragile is the least type of word I would use." Elias questioned, mirth lacing his words as he trekked through the heavy snowbanks.

Reagan gave a small laugh that was hoarse in nature from the cold as she recalled the memory fondly. Fragile wasn't a word to call her, she could take more damage then most and more often then not it was accidental inflicted. She just was natural magnet for trouble and chaos.

"Okay maybe occupational hazard but besides the point, I'm not a creeeeature of the forest." Reagan snorted as she had sat up on Elias's back and did a grabby hand motion when she said creature. Elias pin point ruby eyes watched as she did so, a growl or curiosity rumbling through the beast.

"Why do you do that everytime you say 'creature'?" He asked making mentioned of the hand motion she had done. He never understood why she always proelong the pronunciation of the word creature or the hand motion, it was just one of her quirks he assumed.

"Its fun, you should try it." Reagan chirped.

She wasn't expect Elias to suddenly stop and sit down, the young witch scrambling to grip his fur as she watched the old beast lift his snow covered paw? Hooves? She never knew what to call that weird mixture of both

"Creeeeature." Elias's baritoned voice said as those weird paw hooves wiggled as he said it. The creature let out a hearty laugh and did it again.

"Creeeeature!" Reagan accompanied as she did too. The pair giggling like children as they had done it together.

"Huh that is fun. Creeeeature." Elias chuckled as he did it one more time before he got back up and continued their walk, the light laughter hanging in their air as they made their way to their destination.

[can-i-roll-for-it]

Uuuuh I’ll start hard than easy:

Colleen by Rachel Sumner and Conrad

Glitter by Daisy the Great and Hunchfucks

Oh bonus challenge Unraveling by The Crane Wives and Elias Hodge (sounds easy by the name but it’s a mourning song oooh)

Also Colleen is a longer song the rest are normal sorry

Ok lets do this! So I will do Glitter and Unraveling in a differnt post (Ill tag you in it asker) because this turned out a bit long.

So first Colleen For Conrad.

So I did some googling to first see what this song is SUPOOSED to be able because I could not tell. The most popular interpretation seems to be that it's about a selkie women. Which is neat.

Ok time for me to twist the lyrics to mean what I want to:

Ok so

"It picked me up and tossed me round. Forgot my name, And drowned."

Ok. Ok. I think we can connect this to the ice skating incident. It 'tossed him around' as in it ruined Conrad's whole moral senses (to where he started blaming himself for everything) and sort of started the whole thing of Conrad living his life hiding away. Metaphorically, he drowned.

Also, the name thing. It names me think about the scene with Ivana where they talk about, they didn't always used to go by their names that they have now. but metaphorically again, you can say its him forgetting that he, as conscience, is a important function. does that make sense to anyone but me? idk.

"And as the weeks and months ensued I tried to make myself of use. Tilled and planted, but could not produce — not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; Lord! It seemed I overwatered everything."

This is Conrad consistently trying his best to try to get people's attention while also not actually bothering people. He is switching around the newspapers to try to make people see the news he thinks people should worry about. To no avail.

He is putting notes on the door of Sugha's, but with a very easily removeable tape. The most he does is get yelled at by Dan.

"This morning, 'round the cape at dawn, some travelers sailed into town with scraps for sale and the saddest songs"

Don't have much to say this one, just this can be seen as Conrad meeting the rest of the cast.

"Well I asked the man who showed it me, "What is the name of that strange beast?" He said its name translated roughly to He-Who-Easily-Can-Curve-Himself-Against-The-Sky.

And I am without words. He said, "My lady looks perturbed. (the light is in your eyes, Colleen)." I said, "Whatever can you mean?" He leaned in and said, "You ain't forgotten everything.""

Ok so. I see this as Conrad and The Fix. The first part just feels like it can be seen as like, fact telling, but also the whole thing, im thinking it as like, the "Its time to unlearn that lesson" and "You're the butterfly" moments

'You ain't forgotten everything' can be The Fix trying to talk with Conrad and trying to remind him that he isn't a problem just because of that ice skating incident. he is still very important, no matter what he may think.

" don't know any goddamned "Colleen." "

I mentioned it earlier, but this very much gives me the vibes of the Ivana scene and Conrad getting like some of the confidence in himself. or the scene in episode 4 where he calls out the mayor. He is standing up for himself. i don't know, that's the vibe I get.

There are some more to the sing but i feel for my sake, that is a good way to end this.