#waiting for alex to resurrect this

[alasarys]

Nicholas Latifi vs George Russell's tendency to undress

Barcelona – pre-season testing – 2020

[incandesang]

icb i’m getting iwtv season two in may and also marvel is grovelling on their knees for me after they killed my failhusband for no reason <33 and he’s getting a new comic in march <33

[theenemyod]

Out of context Constantine in my unpublished stuff

(Shouting at Eliza) "You did what?!" (Looks at like three year old Alex) "Oh okay."

"Bye, see you when I figure out resurrection."

"Joseph your small hellspawn just bit me!" (Baby Drew laughing in the background)

"Apparently I'm not allowed to babysit Alex anymore. I don't know why. All I did was teach him how to swear."

"NO WE DON'T NEED MORE ZOMBIES"

"Anyone gonna explain why there's a twelve year old trying to fight me" ("I'm thirteen you bitch") "Oh sorry my mistake. Anyone gonna explain why a thirteen year old is trying to fight me?"

"Declan just accidentally called me Jericho I hope he rots in hell forever."

"Wait Alistair married Sarah!? And has a fucking kid!? I thought he was gay!"

"Shit -- uhh -- Joseph I made a zombie again!"

[nutteu]

Saltburn Jumanji AU

[rambling compilation]

ok so, i've just rewatched jumanji, all three movies, and i think i'd like to see saltburn with 'welcome to the jungle' (movie, 2017, with jack black and the rest) because it'd be easier to integrate the casts and everything, and because i think there should be more of van pelt in the story, don't you think?

like, felix as spencer, venetia as bethany, farleigh as fridge, maaayyybe annabel as martha (or not, idk yet) and oliver, oh dear oliver would be alex, because it'll be fun, having oliver as the one being stuck in the game for twenty-two years. sure, it works for felix too, but i have something in mind with this arrangement.

the kids got into the game, they got trampled over by rhinos and hippos and whatnot, yadda yadda yadda. then, they met oliver, the pilot (master of the air, hahaha), romance happens, but also misery, because we always need drama and misery for them, don't we?

at the final sequence, we find out that it was all a trap, all along. oliver had been waiting for people to go along the journey, so he can finish the game as well, yes. but it changed the moment he met felix, and was told that he had been stuck in the game for twenty-two years (he came from 2002, felix and the rest from 2024), and realized that even if he got out of this cursed place, there is a risk that he won't be able to see felix. so... why not just stay? he can't say that to the others, though, they'd refuse immediately, even felix. oliver has to make him stay one way or another, make felix see that they should stick together, side by side, with no one else and no way home to ensure that felix would be there with him.

oliver has been working with van pelt, has been reporting the situations to the man as he embarked on the journey with the jumanji team, with felix. we of course got a scene where he was accidentally bit by a mosquito, his weakness in the game, and felix saved him by giving him his life (he didn't lose any heart s the way spencer did because fridge shoved him off the cliff, farleigh can be ruthless but not that heartless). we got a kiss, and oliver cementing his decision to chase after felix because felix had just literally saved his life.

at the end, after the revelation and oliver's realization as well as making the plan for felix to stay, the team went towards the jaguar statue, except this time, instead of going together, they got separated one by one as per oliver's instruction to split up, because of the jaguars running after them and van pelt's men as well. it was a ruse for oliver to orchestrate their death, because they were liabilities and were prone in reminding felix that they have to go home. this way, there will be no reminder, no loved ones, and it will give an illusion of despair in felix's head because he lost his cousin and sister.

at that moment, when felix has reached the top of the statue, ready to receive the jewel for the eye from oliver, the last act of treachery will happen. oliver didn't get him the jewel, instead, he acted like he had been captured by van pelt and the only way to save him was for the jewel to be traded with his life. it's a precarious situation, because at this point, felix has lost one life to save oliver, one from being torn apart by the jaguars because he slipped from the trees, and only one left to risk. and it is risky, because there's no resurrection after this, no more second chance. it's either the jewel or oliver, who also only has one life left.

at the end, looking at oliver's terrified face, the tears streaking down his cheeks, felix gave up the jewel and let van pelt have it. he gets oliver back, crying and apologizing profusely to felix, because he says "it's my fault-- it's my fault felix, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have told them to split up; should have been more careful with van pelt. now they're dead and we're stuck. we can't go home. i'm so sorry."

felix wants to be angry, of course he does. he lost people close to him and the only chance for him to get out of this god-forsaken universe, to go home. but he can't blame oliver for it (poor, gullible child) and at least... at least this way, he won't be alone, the way oliver had for twenty-two years. at least they have each other, and that should be enough.

even though he has to sacrifice his life; even though he has to let go of the world as he had known it. it's okay, because he'll be with oliver, and they will be all right, even though they'd never, ever make it home.

end. (happily ever after, at least for oliver, because come on, he's been gone for twenty-two years, the least jumanji can do to atone is giving him felix. for now; for eternity.)

[typicalopposite]

Well it’s that time again… and I am still in the steady sinking boat of getting a whole lotta NO writing done 😂😭 on the flip side tho I have had a sudden interest in my SPN wips again! And uh… one more thing about these sentences… they are all new… like I just wrote them today 😂😂 SO! I give you some NEW sentences from several separate fics! And although this is typed all I hear is Sir Pentious (hello new Hazbin Hotel fixation) 😂

Thank you as always to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for tagging me 💕 (and also to @onthewaytosomewhere and @taste-thewaste for the WIP Wednesday tags even though I didn’t get to them!) you guys keep me motivated to get these moving 😭💕

1. (David’s Purpose- New David fic based on that movie where King Arthur resurrects into a dog’s body 😀) It really only seemed as if he’d blinked; one second he was looking at the saddened faces of his family gathered around his withering body, and the next his eyes crack open — but only slightly — to a darkened room, and the soft sounds of puppies whimpering.

2. (Untitled — Alex has Premonitions — Fic) He saw Henry — dressed far too formally for the party in a suit with a deep orange tie — he heard his deep infectious laugh; saw his big bright smile; heard his soft voice call him ‘as thick as it gets’; felt hands grasp his face, lips press against his own… then realized he was still sitting in his room waiting for Nora to finish getting ready.

3. (Kiss the Angel- The Little Mermaid themed Destiel fic) “I’m sorry,” the Empty repeated, clearer this time. “It’s just- I don’t know what’s funnier… the idea of you actually thinking you’re right; or the completely impractical idea of ‘what if’ you were right, and Castiel forced happiness on himself when he could have had the real thing.”

4. (Happy Birthday To Me! 5+1 times of Henry celebrating his birthday fic) Henry holds back tears as he looks down at the lopsided cake; Happy Birthday Daddy written out over the top in green icing.

5. (Rewrite the Stars- Henry Amnesia fic) “I don’t bloody care who you are, I want to see my husband!” Alex’s head snaps towards Henry’s room; that was Henry’s voice he realizes, and is up and rushing towards the commotion without a second thought.

6. (Desperado- post canon Desitel fix it fic) The motel is cheap and shabby; so reminiscent of the old days that it actually gives him an odd sense of belonging to be there. He sighs as he lays himself out on the lumpy mattress, half hoping he doesn’t wake to bed bug bites, half hoping he does… if only just to feel something again.

There you have it! Gonna leave this tag open since it’s so late! 💕 gonna go read everyone’s sentences now!! 💕💕

[positivelybeastly]

Howdy to Simon’s Hank. Mother’s Day is coming up (no pressure!), and I’m so bad at shopping for gifts for my family. I thought I could take inspiration from what Charles gave to each of his original x men, his children, upon the realization of his dream through Krakoa, but I need an objective opinion, I think. Let me know your thoughts.

He gave Jean a seat on the Quiet Council, and made Scott War Captain; and of course they led the X-Men together. Bobby got to terraform a planet, and he was so excited it’s still 30% of what he talks about years later. Warren. Alex got state mandated parole and the fight of his life trying to get clones recognized as human beings who live and die and should, consequently, be resurrected. Lorna got to be an only child whether she wants it or not, in addition to the increasingly clear knowledge that on Krakoa, you can be anything… except a mentally ill woman, of course. And you got to lead a black ops organization drawing inspired from the CIA, which seemed like a weird choice to me. I probably would have given you a novelty sweater, or something like that.

"I think, on balance, I, too, would have preferred the novelty sweater."

". . . Also, I'm not Simon's Hank, I'm my very own Henry Philip McCoy, thank you very much! I don't belong to Simon any more than I belong to anyone else."

"Wait. Go back to the part about Warren. He didn't get anything?"

"I don't know whether to be annoyed on his behalf or delighted, given the spectrum of 'gifts' you've mentioned we all received."

[tenmillionad]

A CONVERSATION WITH DOCTOR MAIMONIDES

The golden retriever was talking to me. His mouth was moving in such a strange way. It was far more smooth and natural than it had any right to me. A dog, who claimed to be my doctor, was talking to me!

I did the only thing I could think to do.

"Um, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said.

The dog, Doctor Maimonides, gave me that sweet dog smile and said. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. This process is always different for every person. As it should be!"

I could help what I said next. I said, "Doctor... you're a dog!"

Doctor Maimonides barked a bark that could almost have been a laugh. He replied, "That I am. Surely though, are you so shocked that in the future, the beings of Earth have come a long way? It didn't hurt that your species, once it rejected war against one another, began a campaign to uplift other beings."

I said, "Is that why you can talk?"

He replied, "Not exactly. Being uplifted allows my species to think and process information at a human level. Buy I volunteered to have a very complex surgery done to allow me to speak like this to humans. I've always been fascinated by you rational bipeds, and I knew I wanted to be a human doctor since I was just a little pup!"

This was way too much for me. I decided not to ask my Doctor any more questions on this line of thought. Instead, I remembered to question burning within me.

I said, "Sarah! Is my Sarah here? My dear wife died from a horrible aneurism a year before me. Is she alive?"

The doctor tapped my leg with his paw in a comforting gesture. He said, "Yes, Sarah is alive again. You two will be reunited. But we need to talk a bit more first. I have to make sure you're psychologically stable. Additionally, I think you have some more burning questions."

Part of me was quite convinced the only thing I wanted to know was Sarah's location. Still, I had apparently been resurrected from the dead, and now I was chatting with a doctor who happened to be a golden retriever. How could I not have questions?

I looked again at the strange wall decorated with geometric symbols. I breathed in the floral fragrance. I could still hear the naturalistic humming of the bizarre living computer.

"Ok...Nurse Harper told me you could explain the science of resurrection to me better than he could."

The doctor sat thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Nurse Harper may overestimate my abilities, but I'll try my best. First of all, forgive me, but I don't know history well, but have the people of your era come to understand that the workings of the brain create your individual consciousness and personality?"

I shrug and say, "That's what some folks believe."

The retriever nodded and said, "Good. So, I don't have to explain all that. Well, these semi-devine beings you call "computers" are able to calculate the exact position of every sub-atomic particle in all of history within this solar system. There's also a Dyson Sphere involved. Anyway, we simply mapped out your brain at the exact moment of your death and boom! Resurrection!"

I thought for a moment before asking, "But...it it really me? Or...am I just a copy?"

The doctor said, "If you sleep deeply without consciousness, are you a new person when you awake? If a person awakes from a coma, are they not the same person who went in? My dear Alex, you are your memories, personality, hopes, dreams, and loves. The specific matter making you up isn't who you really are. What emerged beyond the substrate of matter is you. Do you understand?"

I didn't, and he could tell.

The Doctor said, "Well, its no matter. Anyway, let's begin your tests..."

A few hours later, I was dressed in ordinary American clothes. Doctor Maimonides, who I resisted petting with all my might, brought me to the hospital cafe.

When I saw who was waiting for me, my heart stopped. Time slowed down to nothing. Suddenly, there was only one other person in the whole universe. There, sitting at a table, was my Sarah.

She could see me too. Dear reader, the way we jumped into each other's arms was like nothing any romance novel could ever describe. I will only say that joy and tears ruled that moment as I embraced my wife in this world of resurrection.

[welcometololaland]

Some sort of Eurotrip?? I love self control Lola she's very unhinged.

okay for you and @wtfuckevenknows who also sent me an ask on this (thank you both kindly):

Firstly, the premise: Alex and Henry become accidental travelling companions in Europe for a month, after Alex's flight is delayed and his original plans with June and Nora fall through, and Pez (mysteriously) abandons Henry in Rome.

Secondly, my defence as to why it is not finished: I started this in December 2021. It's 30k. It's probably going to be 160. It's just a lot. I simply cannot fathom how insane this WIP is and why I decided to write it, but I also LOVE it. I updated it in Barcelona, randomly. It's never far from my mind it's just so daunting.

Snippet for you (hungover Alex in a 14 bed dorm in Florence aka. Henry's worst nightmare):

“I think I might be dead,” Alex moans, squeezing his eyes shut and rolling his head into Henry’s pillow.

Henry rocks back on his heels slightly and peers down into the bunk bed. He’s made an admirable effort at gently rousing Alex, but it appears that stronger methods may be required. “I can assure you that you are not,” Henry replies. “It appears that you are still able to speak, for example.”

Alex moans softly again and squints back at Henry through his eye that is not squished into the pillowcase. “You’re looking offensively fresh this morning.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” Henry asks in a polite tone. He’s fairly sure Alex would be violently ill if he recounted how many things he’d managed to do before trying to wake the apparent-dead. For starters, he’d had a mild panic over the state of the bathroom, walked halfway to the Mercato to buy flip-flops, walked back via a bakery for something to eat and then had a very long shower until his hands went pruney. 

“Yes,” Alex retorts, clapping a hand over his eyes. “I hate your aura of cleanliness. Also, why am I in your bed?”

Henry swallows and silently praises his past-self for making good decisions. “I believe it’s because you couldn’t climb the ladder into your own.”

“Of course I couldn’t,” Alex grumbles to himself. Henry thinks he hears him say 'fucking tequila' under his breath. “Wait. Where did you sleep?”

“In your bed,” Henry says, perhaps too quickly. “It’s fortunate you made it for me,” he adds in a sardonic tone.

“Ugh,” Alex groans. “My mouth tastes like glue.”

“Charming,” Henry muses, and wonders whether it’s possible to make Alex’s resurrection happen any faster.

[xcziel]

tuesday new release for november 7:

i spent half the evening monitoring the line at the midnight release for iron flame AND trying to sneak in snippets of jungkook on jimmy fallon (lol) since i had my phone bc i was also taking photos for the party

sooooo yeah. but there's LOTS of stuff out today

iron flame, book 2 of the empyrean saga by rebecca yarros is out! as is the holiday edition of fourth wing (red! very pretty! also: sprayed edges!)

latest installment in christopher paolini's eragon series, murtagh, plus the large hardcover illustrated eragon to pair with it

my name is barbra, a brick of a memoir ($47 list!) by la streisand

remembrance a collection of the correspondence of ray bradbury

resurrection walk new mickey haller AND harry bosch law thriller from michael connelly

novel the future, by naomi alderman

new naturals by gabriel bump

so late in the day: stories of women and men by claire keegan

the olympian affair, a new cinder spires novel by jim butcher

"clive cussler" released the corsican shadow

ben mezrich - the bringing down the house poker story guy- release breaking twitter, possibly one of the most topically relevant books today

teddy and booker t. about roosevelt and washington "blazing a path for racial equality" from bestselling historian brian kilmeade

h.w. brands new book on the history of american politics founding partisans

love redesigned by lauren asher, first in new lakewood billionaires series

chestnut springs series book four reckless by elsie silver

katee roberts' first in a new series hunt on dark waters

in YA we have:

the second book in the lightspark series by alex aster, nightbane

sequel to the way i used to be by amber smith, the way i am now

powerless by lauren roberts

and a paperback teen romance from ali hazelwood, check mate

same as ever: a guide to what never changes from psychology of money author morgan housel

the fund, about ray dalio, bridgewater associates, and wall street shenanigans by rob copeland

class, a story of single motherhood and higher education, by stephanie land

lyrics by paul mccartney is out in paperback

world within a song from jeff tweedy

living the beatles legend: the untold story of mal evans, longtime beatles roadie and personal assistant, by kenneth womack

and new d&d heroes' feast: flavors of the multiverse cookbook

and finally: SYSTEM COLLAPSE is here!!!! the new murderbot story from martha wells!!!!

to paraphrase: un-follow me now, this is gonna be the only thing i talk about for the next week. ive been waiting forever it feels like. fuck.

(a tiny exaggeration bc i know i will also be obsessed with jk and standing next to you for the next little while but you get the idea)

[dreamingofstarslight]

do you have any book recommendations

ok ok so if your just wanting something without an actual story,

I really liked the FBI Handbook of Crime Scene Forensics (The Authoritative Guide to Navigating Crime Scenes), and Making stuff and Doing Things (DIY Guides to Just About Everything).

as for things with story lines. I really like The Mortal Instruments series (but not much else by Cassandra Clare, and I haven't read anything by her in a while). The Thing About Jellyfish by Ali Benjamin made me cry when I first read it a handful of years ago and i'm sure it would make me tear up again if i reread it today!

I'm currently reading a book called Her Purpose by Shelley D. Hiers and it is pretty cute, it's about a girl leaving her village to find her purpose in life and her "true name". And also The 100 by Kass Morgan, which it's good, but i think i would not like it as much if i hadn't watched almost all of the show before starting to read it, but! if you like dystopia and multiple povs in the same book (chpt by chpt) then it's pretty good!

Two books that i have on my tbr that im amped to read are Curious Tides by Pascale Lacelle, it's supposed to be about a girl in a magic college who finds out that she has special magic powers that have to be kept secret and mysterious resurrections. And the Shady Hollow by Juneau Black which is a cozy murder mystery with i believe anthropomorphic woodland creatures, so far it looks super cute and i cant wait to read both of these!

Two short books i enjoyed and rec are The Bog Hag by JacquelyNn Lyon which is "a fairy tale about foolish nobility and angry magical women who would rather be left alone - until they dont anymore" (which i think is a very good way to sum it up). and GRRRL a Diary of Poetry by Alex Mack which is a fair bit of poetry that i really enjoyed!

anyways yea, those are some of my favs and top recs in my mind, tbf i haven't done much book reading these past couple of years, most of my stuff has been online, but hopefully going into this new year i will be getting a lot more (and recent) recs!

[rennsdeaddoves]

*slams hands down on the table and slides you a dollar* Tell me more of your hellsing ocs!

YES YES YES YES YES

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK IVE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THESE BITCHES FOR EVER

Okokokokok so I got two of em. Aireth and Addadon (or Seraph depending on the time frame)

Alright so before I address my lil shits I should mention that in my fic most mythic beings are real; angels, fae, demons, sirens, any and all extensions of these beings are also real. (Can’t say more than that without going into detail for events that happen in the fic and then we’d be there all day)

So without further ado

Aireth

Aireth is a being known as Fae-born. She was born a human, taken in by the fae and born again into one of them (aka made basically immortal). A coming of age ceremony for the fae is they send out the new adults into the human world to get some “experience with humans” Aireth had always been looking forward to this, always curious about human kind and why they were the way they were.

When she was finally able to set of on her own in the human world she wandered for a long time, until she came across a boy who was hiding in the bushes. She helped him, got him some bread, and cleaned him up before leaving him with some parting words.

“You will do great things”

She continues her wandering and begins to see what her elders and the rulers meant about humanity. Aireth, because she was fae-born could tap into dark magics and not suffer the same consequences as typical fae and over the next 15 year she gained a name

The crimson witch of the moon

The black magic had changed her. Corrupted her flesh and burrowed itself into her bones.

It was at this time that she heard of a king. He had started many a war and was proving to be a bloody warrior. Wanting to see what it was about she ventured to find him. Only to see that it was the boy she helped so long ago, but now he had a name; Vladimir Tempest.

Aireth would then go on to work with him, making a blood oath and eventually, when he was killed, she resurrected him. but something went wrong, and he bacame this half dead thing... the first Vampire.

they then separated. Aireth knew no good would come from staying with him, at his side so she went far, to Scottland, where she meat a blond haired boy. slowly this boy grew into a man, and he helped her undo what the dark magic had done to her.

as a man Aireth saw new beauty in him, and she fell in love.

this man was named Alexander Anderson.

they got married, and it wouldn't be till the end of world war 2 that Aireth became pregnant. though at this point Alex had been a regenerator for the church for almost 80 years, and he was off fighting in the war (though he came home so the kid is his) but he left again before Aireth could tell him.

now being Fae-born came to kick Aireth in the ass. to ensure that Fae-born don't run off with the fae's secrets they are cursed to only be able to give birth in the fae wilds, as it is a part of human nature to reproduce.

Aireth waited till she couldn't wait anymore and had to go to the fae wilds where three days after the birth of her daughter she got dragged into the war.

and then Alucard found her again... and she couldn't return to Alexander... and her daughter was ripped from her...

Abbadon (Seraph)

abbadon is Aireth and Alexanders Daughter, when she was but three days old the fae wilds in which she was being safe guarded were burned to the ground by the Major who was looking for her mother but settled on her instead.

taking her away, the Major and Dok raised her, but not as a human being- no, as an experiment.

she was the dok's prized possession even if her alterations caused her to rot from the inside out, he would just up her regeneration. though he had a plan to stop the rot before it started and that involved dumping the 10 year old into a vat of sulphic acid and many other chemicals....

Seraph wouldn't escape this cage until she was 16.

when she did she was found by the captian, and project Niphilm was concived (but thats spoliers so i can't really talk about it yet!). over te years she would grow (and because again. spoliers) and the captian and her would fall in love (super slow burn my guy, wolfman is dense and emotinally constipated)

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #69

Dear Diary, Lacy and I are back in Copperdale for Grandpa Matthew's funeral. I know he was old, but his death still doesn't feel real. I keep thinking he's about to waltz through the front door and start passing out candies like he always did. I hope he's happy in the forever save at least. -Violet

"Ethan, I really don't think I can do this today" Mads admitted. "I mean why did Ike ask me to give the eulogy?" "You were the gen 6 heir," Ethan reminded her Mads rested her head on his shoulder and let out a sob "This is all just so hard without my Dad" "I know, but we'll get through it, together"

"I know it's going to be hard, but I couldn't think of anyone else to give Matthew's eulogy," Ethan pulled Mads in for a hug. "We'll all be there for you, okay?" "Okay." "Now, we have to get the twins ready. You get Sophie, I'll get Alex?" "Sure."

"Mama, why sad?" Sophie inquired. "I just miss Grandpa Matthew is all," Mads told her. "Cause I no like when you sad. I like happy mama," an idea popped into Sophie's head. "I give you hug so you no be sad." "Aw, thank you sweetheart." "Happy now?" "Definitely."

Meanwhile, Ethan sat down with Alex. "Okay, bud, here's the deal. This is going to be a hard day for Mom, so I'm going to ask you to be on your best behavior. No making messes today, okay?" "I like messes." "I know, but it'll help Mom out if you don't make any, okay?" "Otay, fine," Alex grumbled.

"Lacy, what's the forever save like?" Violet asked. "You can party all day and never grow old or get hungry. Never have to worry about dying, ever again." "Really?" "I mean I think, I never actually made it that far. I got stuck as a ghost before a certain someone decided to resurrect me."

"You're no help with the comfort thing," Violet sighed. "I'm sorry, I've never had to deal with a big familial death like this before" "You parents?" "We weren't ever close, so it wasn't a big deal when they passed. If it makes you feel better, I'm sure Matthew is with his wife, Emily" "Elena." "OK"

Later, Ethan found Violet sitting alone in the living room. "How's everything going?" he asked. "Dad, really?" "Fine, let's talk about something else. Have you made it big in Del Sol Valley yet?" "No, I mean I've been performing at an open mic night every week for the last few months but that's it."

After everyone took their seats in the funeral hall, Mads began her eulogy. "I want to begin by thanking everyone for coming to help celebrate my father's life. He truly was such an amazing sim," Mads' voice cracked as she wiped tears from her face. "He was an excellent father and grandfather."

"I've learned so much from him over the years, and I wish I'd told him more often how big of the impact he made in my life. I can at least say I'll be at peace knowing that after all these years, he can finally be reunited with my mother who he's been waiting for a very long time to see once more."

"Mom, you did a nice job with that eulogy." "Thank you, sweetheart." "I just feel bad now." "What for?" "I wish I'd gotten to spend more time with Grandpa Matthew before he passed," Violet admitted. "I wish I'd been able to tell him how much I loved him." "Trust me, sweetheart, he knows."

Meanwhile, in the forever save, Elena and Jay found themselves on the beach needing a small reprieve from Madeline and Garrett's incessant bickering inside the house.

Ever since Jay had crossed over, he and Elena had become fast friends since they were the only two without their partners.

"I just don't understand why Isla never crossed over with me," Jay was saying. "We died at the same time." "Maybe she had some unfinished business. I've heard that's sometimes why sims get stuck in the main save," Elena explained "Then she needs to hurry up and finish that business so I can see her"

"I'm sure Isla will arrive soon," Elena encouraged Jay. As much as she missed Matthew, she knew that the longer it took for his arrival, the more life he'd gotten to live. Elena was taken from their family too soon, and she never wanted the same fate for Matthew. She'd wait however long it took.

"I've always wondered why Madeline and Garrett continue to put up with one another if they hate each other so much," Elena wondered out loud "Misery loves company, or so I've heard." "This is an awfully long time to me miserable though." Footsteps crunched in the sand behind where Jay and Elena sat.

Elena and Jay suddenly turned around to find both Isla and Matthew approaching. With a shout of happiness, they both leapt to their feet and rushed in for a long-awaited embrace.

[theenemyod]

So thought of if the magisterium characters at around 12 years old met there future selves from like 5 years later

12 y old Call: Sooo, did we get out of the magisterium?

17 y old Call: Sort of? We ran away once but came back. And also got arrested that put in prison that one time. But got back for gold year.

12 y old Aaron: You're not me you're Alex. Stop lying. What happened to the actual future me?

5 years later (resurrected) Aaron: Im not lying just listen to me-

12 y old Tamara: They're still idiots, right?

17 y old Tamara: Yep. Still idiots. Also Call has the soul of a war criminal that's sort of important.

(and now og 5)

12 y old Con: What... What happened?

17 y old Con: I don't think you should know that yet. Just... Go check on Jericho. He looks worried.

12 y old Jericho: Why ain't there a future me? Is this some sort of glitch or what?

12 y old Alastair: So you're future me? Do you have like any mysterious future person advice like in movies or are you just here to be weird?

17 y old Alastair: Just try to make friends with your apprentice group being a lonely shit isn't going to solve anything.

12 y old Sarah: So what the fuck even happens in the future

17 y old Sarah: we're dating Alastair now

12 y old Sarah: what. Ew.

12 y old Declan: we still irrelevant

17 y old Declan: yep.

(and bonus Alex and Drew)

12 y old Alex: Wait we're actually a Makar that's so cool

17 y old Alex: yeah. Totally. Born makar and all that shit.

12 y old drew: Okay I don't see a future me here how long until I'm dead

17 y old Alex: 4 months if you make the stupid decision to call a chaos elemental a stupid lump.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"..BUT THIS TIME, THE UNIVERSE WOULD HAVE TO FACE DIFFERENT CHAMPIONS."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a double splash page of the cosmic Marvel Universe heroes of Earth-9997, from "UNIVERSE X" Vol. 1 #0. September, 2000. Marvel Comics.

STORY/SCRIPT: Jim Krueger & Alex Ross

PENCILS: Doug Braithwaite

INKERS: Bill Reinhold

COLORS: Laura Depuy

LETTERS: Todd Klein

"The Silver Surfer. Once a Herald of Galactus, his is the Power Cosmic itself. Ms. Marvel. Carol Danvers, who had been saved by Mar-Vell, became psionically empowered by the Supreme Intelligence. Nova. Richard Ryder was empowered to fight the Skrulls on behalf of an alien race. Star Lord. A Starwalker whose mother was human and whose father still fought against a Galactic tyranny. Captain Universe. Anyone who, in a state of panic, is imbued with the mysterious power known as the Enigma Force. Her. The mate intended for Him would have to wait for Warlock's resurrection to be joined with him."

-- KYLE RICHMOND, formerly Nighthawk, Earth-9997 (story/script by Jim Krueger & Alex Ross)

Source: www.zipcomic.com/universe-x-issue-0.

[mstexalicious1961]

"Reinforcements are coming!"

By Alex Pate, DOTK Writing Community

“Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident…I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.” Psalms 27:1-3, 13-14

One morning while in prayer, watching a church service while getting ready for church, I felt the Lord lay on my heart that reinforcements were coming.

In the movie, “The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, And the Wardrobe,” Aslan, the lion, sacrifices himself, who is innocent, for one of the children who has done something wrong. He’s dead and the children have to go into battle against the witch. The witches army is far bigger than the children’s, and they feel this in the heat of the battle. Just as they start to feel defeated, the lion shows up, resurrected to fight for them! But not only does he show up, he brings reinforcements with him and they are able to win the battle.

I saw a vision of fighters on horses, armored up, being dispatched into cities on the earth. I felt the Lord say, “Do you hear the sound of the hoofprints? Do you hear the clanking of swords?” The reinforcements are coming! You may have felt like this battle would take you all the way out, but your God who is fighting for you is an invincible army! He is MIGHTY to save! Be encouraged that Abba has got your back, and it may look like you’re surrounded, but really, you are surrounded by an army who cannot and will never be defeated!

Prayer: Father, thank you for not leaving me abandoned to fight alone! Thank you that your army is fighting for me, and you will never be defeated, and you have never lost a battle. Let me hear the sound of the reinforcements you are sending to fight on my behalf; let me lay hold of every promise that has been bound up in the battle. I trust that you’ve already won for me, and TODAY, I know that the reinforcements are coming! In Jesus MIGHTY name, Amen!

[4lexnilsen]

“well,  it’s good manners to let a man freeze to death without disturbing him,”   alex grumbles,  but his voice no longer carries that hostile bite to it.   if anything,  there’s a hint of playfulness,  a good-natured humor.   he has to admit that there’s something about abilene’s demeanor that makes it almost impossible to uphold a bad mood in her presence.   “it’s also good manners to inquire about the safety of long-dead composers who might have been resurrected and are now being held captive in my neighbor’s closet.”   her giggles are so cute.   so warm that even in the dead of winter,  they still manage to cause his cheeks to heat up.

“wait,  how come i never realized you’re fluent in spanish?”   curiosity brimming in his eyes,  he discreetly wipes his cheeks and cleans the snot from underneath his nose,  using the sleeve of his sweater to do so as he doesn’t want to get the puffer jacket dirty.   “are you implying i might have gotten my tongue stuck to a frozen pole?   just ‘cause i’m a man and we’re generally less bright than women or…   do i just look like someone who’s into that?”   he teases,  laughing because she’s not wrong —   he does have a lot more experience with this stuff,  even if it’s not a personal experience.   he’s got three younger brothers.   he’s seen his fair share of emergencies.   “my brother,  cameron,”   who’s seventeen now and lives in ohio with their father,   “did that when he was in first grade.   let me just tell you,  his tongue was still healing on easter.”   a shiver races down his spine at the mere memory.   it looked insanely painful.

“yeah,  no…   i don’t think that’s how it works.   you’ll need a skin graft.”   he shakes his head,  but continues to look at the olive-skinned girl with curiosity,  a certain kind of fascination,  as if she were a different species.   “come on,  let’s get inside.   i left the kitchen window slightly ajar.”   he offers,  pushing himself off the railing as the fire escape begins to shake.   his hand instinctively reaching for abilene’s,  as if his grip could save her from falling in case the metal gives out beneath their feet.   “it’s okay.   these are more sturdy than they look.”   or so he hopes.   he doesn’t really know how old the building is.   he waits for her to slip inside first and follows closely after,  warmth engulfing them instantly,  making alex’s cheeks tingle and fingers burn.   he shrugs off the thick coat and hangs it on the back of an empty chair.   kicking off his snow covered boots next.

“please,  make yourself at home.”   the apartment may not be the grandest one out there,  but it’s got two bedrooms and two bathrooms,  a spacious living room and a small but spotless kitchenette,  with a two-seat dining table off to one side.   there’s even a small,  sad-looking,  somewhat wilted orchid on the countertop,  squeezed between a toaster and an electric kettle.   “this is marcus,”   he sighs,  pointing to the plant,   “he’s suicidal.”   since no matter how often he waters the plant,  it still refuses to thrive.   “i’m not sure what’s more terrifying.”   probably the latter.   what would they do with a bunch of feral kittens?   “david and i baked them yesterday.   they don’t look good,  but there’s so much sugar in them that they can’t possibly taste bad,”   he laughs,  setting a plateful of sugar cookies on the table so that abilene can help herself to it. 

“so what do you intend to do with her?   take her in?”   the thought warms his heart even if he tries to look nonchalant,  uncaring.   isn’t that what sarah’s always accused him of?   of being too soft.   “no,  please…   i actually like your stories.”   the sound of her voice makes him forget all his worries.   he likes her rambling.   it’s cute how talkative she is,  how easy it is to spark and carry a conversation with her.   “some real big names.   which one’s your favorite?”   he asks,  pulling out a small saucepan and filling it with milk.   he sets it on the stove and watches it simmer.   getting started on that promised hot chocolate.   “i wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”   another laugh sounds from him,  trying to imagine the sheer torture of listening to that version of marry had a little lamb.   “well,  if i’m being honest,  you’re not the worst neighbor out there.”   she did,  after all,  save him from freezing to death.   she deserves credit for that.   he’s adding some cocoa powder and sugar to the saucepan when she asks the most dreaded question ever.   still,  he figures he owes her some sort of explanation,  body turning sideways so that he can continue stirring and look at her.   “my stuff?   oh,  i broke up with girlfriend today.   we spent three years together.   it’s —   well,  it is what it is.”   but his nose begins to tingle again,  eyes stinging.

❛ oh , so i'm nosy for wanting to know why you're freezing yourself out here . ❜ the grin that spread across her lips was nothing short of impish as she nudged his shoulder with her own . ❛ but you can ask who's in my closet without being nosy ? ❜ she giggled , happy to finally see his own smile .

she'd only seen it once before , on that day when she'd been late to picking up angus . he'd smiled at her for a moment before david had insisted that alex hadn't wanted to stay for angus , and that david was the one who wanted to stay . she remembered seeing his pale skin flush a bright pink and thinking that both the blush and his smile were cute before he'd grabbed the little boy's hand and they left . every interaction they'd had after that felt a bit chilly , but abilene was nothing if not persistent .

❛ i don't know , i tried to read it in english and spanish and it was just as boring either way . ❜ she joked , though she shifted in her seat just to make sure that he skin , flannel tights , and skirt hadn't truly melded together and stuck her to the cold metal . ❛ you have a lot more experience with this stuff than i do . . . do you think the tongue thing is true ? ❜ she'd seen it in a few movies but the only one that came to mind was a christmas story , which her dad watched religiously .

❛ maybe if i get double stuck it'll unstick the stuck , y'know ? like they'll cancel each other out ? ❜ she joked with him , grabbing onto one of the bars to pull herself to her feet . there was only a slight stinging to the backs of her thighs , but the numbness in her fingers honestly stung far worse . abilene stomped her feet a bit to get blood rushing back to her legs when the action made the fire escape shake and her hands flung out to grab the railing . her eyes were wide and there was a slight flush to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold . she laughed and her hazel eyes looked away from alex . ❛ sorry , i've never actually been on one of these things before . ❜

with her hands shoved into her jacket pockets , abilene followed alex closely . the drastic difference in temperature as they slipped in through the window had her hands stinging again . she closed the window behind them , though not without looking one more time for that cat . abilene took them out of her pockets and rose them to her mouth to blow warm air on them .

❛ it is a she . and i think she's either got a belly full of worms or a belly full of babies . ❜ abilene was nervous , honestly , and eager to stay on alex's good side which inevitably meant that she was chatty . ❛ have you ever tried to catch a cat that don't want to be caught ? not as easy as you might think , and she's a smart one . besides , can you look into those big green eyes and say no ? and i can't take her to the shelter , what if no one wants her ? she'd be so sad just looking out of windows in a tiny kennel . . . ❜

abilene looked back up to alex with flushed cheeks again , aware that she was no rambling and cleared her throat . ❛ sorry , i think i got distracted . ❜ she thought for a moment , a beat of silence between them before she finally remembered what they'd been talking about in the first place . really she was just trying to buy him time to wipe his face or clear his throat . she didn't mind the teary , wet face or the scratchy voice , but some men wanted to preserve their pride , after all . ❛ oh , you wanted to know what's in my closet ! ❜ that impish smile returned again before she ducked her chin down into the collar of the jacket to warm her face up faster .

❛ i do have beethoven in my closet , actually . and shostakovich , a lot of tchaikovsky , and just a little bit of paganini , i think . i play with the symphony and i teach lessons . . . but those happen at their homes . try hearing mary had a little lamb played by a ten year old fifteen times in a row it's so cute and i'm so happy they're learning but it gets too much for me sometimes . if i were my downstairs neighbor i'd probably have left me out on that fire escape . ❜

she trailed off again , her eyes looking back to alex when her voice dropped to a whisper though her lips still grinned . ❛ do you want to talk about your stuff now , or do i need to keep chirping ? ❜