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**TSDF Episode Guide**

As requested, here is an updated character list. It’s not a confirmed list, but is based on pretty thorough tracking and should be mostly accurate.

Rick - 1,4,5,7,8,9,10,12,15,16
Carl - 1,4,5,7,8,9,15,16
Michonne - 1,4,5,7,8,9,10,12,15,16
Daryl - 1,3,4,7,8,9,10,13,15,16
Maggie - 1,5,8,9,13,15,16
Glenn - 1
Carol - 1,2,8,9,10,14,16
Morgan - 1,2,8,9,10,14,16
Abe - 1
Sasha - 1,5,8,9,12,13,15,16
Eugene - 1,4,6,7,8,11,13,15,16
Rosita - 1,4,6,7,8,9,10,12,13,16
Tara - 1,6,8,9,10,12,15,16
Aaron - 1,4,5,7,8,9,10,15,16
Negan - 1,3,4,7,8,11,13,15,16
Dwight - 1,3,4,7,11,16
Simon - 1,5,9,13,16
Jesus - 5,7,8,9,13,15,16
Enid -1,4,5,8,9,13,15(?),16
Father Gabriel - 1,4,7,8,9,10,12,15,16
Spencer- 1,4,7,8
Olivia - 4,7,8
Eric - 1,4,8,9,15(?),16
Heath - 6
Gregory - 5,8,9,13,15
Sherry- 3,7
Judith - 1,7,12,16(?)
Tobin - 4,8,15,16

New characters:

Ezekiel - 2,9,10,14,16
Richard - 2,8,9,10,14
Benjamin - 2,9,10,14
Jerry - 2,9,10,14,16
Cyndie - 6,15
Natania - 6,15
“Brion” - 9,12,16

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THE RABBIT’S CHRISTMAS PARTY (.c. 1892)

1- The Arrival
Fine ink and watercolor drawing heightened with gouache.
15.1 x 14.9 cm. (5.9 x 5.51 in).

2- Dancing to a piper
Unfinished ink and watercolor drawing.
Unsigned.
15.3 x 15 cm. (5.9 x 5.9 in.)
This scene was later redrawn with a rabbit playing a ‘cello surrounded by five dancing rabbits ( and two rabbits nuzzling each other by the black wall.)

3- The Departure
Fine ink and watercolor drawing.
15.2 x 15.2 cm. (5.9 x 5.9 in.)

Source : Sothebys.

Beatrix Potter

Estava chegando ao mundo a verdadeira luz, que ilumina todos os homens. Aquele que é a Palavra estava no mundo, e o mundo foi feito por intermédio dele, mas o mundo não o reconheceu. Veio para o que era seu, mas os seus não o receberam. Contudo, aos que o receberam, aos que creram em seu nome, deu-lhes o direito de se tornarem filhos de Deus, os quais não nasceram por descendência natural, nem pela vontade da carne nem pela vontade de algum homem, mas nasceram de Deus. Aquele que é a Palavra tornou-se carne e viveu entre nós. Vimos a sua glória, glória como do Unigênito vindo do Pai, cheio de graça e de verdade.
—    João 1:9-14

The Word for the Week: Peace

Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.
—Hebrews‬ ‭12:14

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” -Jesus
‭‭—Matthew‬ ‭5:9‬

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him.
‭‭—1 John‬ ‭3:1‬

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I have seen you four and my eyes never forget.

You cocky young heroes should listen well to my threat.

Temerity, Robyn, Taelis, and D’Bora

You passed by my gaze without breaking sweat,

And now I will personally crush you in regret.”

You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 18)

“Okay. Start at the beginning.” Reyna started in a surprisingly steady voice as her, Nico, and Jason walked to their next classes, which were all near each other and a bit far away so they had time to talk about Nico’s confession.

The Italian had his eyes glued to the floor, his ears, neck, and face were completely red, and he was pouting. He looked like an angry tomato. At least Jason thought so. “It was at lunch…..and uh,….well we…..I gave him the cookies I made for him…….and well……I confessed…or he confessed…..honestly it’s all a blur right now……..and then we kissed…….there was some talking after that…..and uh….more…..k-kissing…definitely some cuddling….” Nico mumbled, and if possible his blush darkened significantly with each word he stammered out.

Reyna’s eyes widened as well as Jason’s, but then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What did you talk about Nico?”

And Jason knew for sure him and Reyna both caught the gulp and how Nico seemed to tense.

“That’s…..can we talk about that after school?” The dark haired teen declared. Now looking more serious, his blush even died down.

“Was it something bad?” Jason asked cautiously as he placed a comforting albeit protective hand on the smaller teen’s shoulder. It felt so small and thin beneath his hand.

Reyna crossed her arms in that intimidating way but Jason and Nico both knew it was her protective stance, specifically when it came to Nico.

Nico didn’t even flinch under their gazes, didn’t shrink away like most would, but it’s not like either of them expected him to. Nico di Angelo could out stubborn a bull if he ever wanted to. “I’m not going to lie….at first I thought it was but, I… I’m certain it’s not now…just that it might complicate things….important things that we will discuss at my house after school. Persephone is going to make that weird organic macaroni again so..uh be prepared and bring extra spices? But yeah we’ll talk about it then.” Nico concluded as he walked away from the shivering Juniors he called friends and walked into his class.

The two stood there absorbing what he said, mainly about what he wanted to talk about but also when he mentioned Persephone cooking. That made them shudder.

“I’ll bring garlic salt like last time if you bring the cayane pepper again.” Jason suggested to Reyna who merely nodded as her response and they both went to their classes.

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“Okay I want details and I want them now!” Lou declared as her and Will waved goodbye to Cecil who also demanded to know the gossip after school.

Will snapped the bracelet he was wearing over and over again. He almost always had to do something with his hands, whether he be nervous or just bored. This was out of nervousness.

“Like I said. We kissed, and we’re dating. Well gonna date. I wanna take him out a couple of times before we make it official.”

Lou rolled her eyes and snorted. “What, are you gonna ask his dad for permission to date him?”

When she received no reply, Lou turned to look at her blond friend who was an impressive shade of red and quit messing with his bracelet.

“Oh.” She breathed out. “You’re really gonna do that?”

Will gulped and laughed sheepishly as he nodded. “Too cheesy? I wanted to do it because Nico said his dad is pretty old fashioned about stuff, like technology mainly, like sure he has a Mac and an IPhone and stuff and he can work them, but he is cruddy at using social media. Like seriously any kind of social media. He called Tumblr, “Tumble,” and Twitter, “Twattar.” Oh God and Facebook became BookFace or Book of Faces. When Nico was helping him make a Facebook along with his sisters, Hades asked him, no joke, “What would I do with a book full of faces? Do I know the faces? What if I don’t know the faces Nico?” I’m not kidding. And I just thought that he would appreciate me asking for Nico’s hand…….not like MARRIAGE!!! We’re too young. Oh goodness we are sooooo too young for that I mean in dating. Hand in dating. Yeeaaahhhhhhhhh.“

Will rambled on and on. Seriously, it was like the boy suffered from word vomit when he over thought or was nervous. It was kinda cute, like now. Lou couldn’t help but laugh, which made Will stop rambling and pout.

“Are you laughing at me Ms. Ellen?”

“Of course not Mr. Solace, I was laughing at….well yeah you but not because of what you were saying. Because you are just too darn cute!” She replied while she pinched Will’s cheeks and cooed.

The blond swatted her hands away and pouted once more as he rubbed his cheeks. That hurt!

“Soooo….it is a good idea?”

“I think he would appreciate it, I think Nico would as well. He’s kinda old fashioned too. Somewhat. I mean he has an old record player, isn’t that crazy? And he doesn’t have an iPod! He has one of those CD players that you clip to your jeans, also a Walkman like who has those anymore?”

“I think it’s cute. He also has an original game boy, game boy color- a pink one, a dreamcast, a GameCube, a Nintendo 64 and all kinds of old gaming systems it’s wild.”

“So what you’re saying is his house is a retro gold mine.”

Will chuckled and nodded. “Basically.”

“Oh hey! Are you going to go to the Stolls party this weekend? I heard it’s going to top the last one.” Lou excitedly explained.

“I heard that one was really crazy, but I don’t know. I’m not really the partying type, Lou, you know that. Also does Reyna know? I’m sure she would be pissed if she knew.”

Lou waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Don’t worry, she has no idea. Apparently she is hanging out at Nico’s. I guess it’s like their monthly movie night or something.”

Or something. Will thought. It probably was to help out with the whole Ghost King thing, which honestly Will was still not over. Or perhaps it really was a movie night. He really didn’t know.

“Dude you should totally come to the party. I heard they hired Leo’s cousin who is a professional fire-breathing. It’s going to be lit!”

Will groaned. “Please never say that again.”

Lou smirked devilishly. “What lit? It’s going to be so lit! Like I don’t think anything could be as lit and this lit party!” She mocked with wild hand gestures.

Will continuely made faces and groans as she kept talking until he dissolved into giggles. “I’ll consider it if you stop saying lit.”

“Yes!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to go!”

“It practically does, Solace.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Awww I love you too!”

Why did Will get the feeling that the party was a bad idea?

((Beta tested by @honestoafault ))

anonymous asked:

1, 9, 14 for ruseng, 3, 17, 21 for another russia pairing of your choice!

(I know you left those last three up to me, but screw it! I’m just going to answer all six for RusEng because I really want to share my answers for those. :P)

1.) Who is the most affectionate?

The most visibly affectionate is Russia, since he shows his love through a lot of physical contact. Touches, hugs, kisses, and so on. England draws the line at public places. When they’re alone, though, Russia gets free reign.

3.) Most common argument?

They poke fun at each other all the time, but I wouldn’t call it arguing. Actual fights usually stem from England’s insecurities. Russia gets irritated that he’s always putting himself down and that his attempts to reassure him rarely, if ever, go through. They also tend to get into arguments over really petty things, but it’s not as big of a deal at the end of the day.

9.) Who worries the most?

ENGLAND. He is constantly wondering why Russia likes him, what he did to deserve him, and how he’s going to screw things up. Russia tells him over and over that he has nothing to worry about, but he isn’t as easily convinced.

14.) Who kisses the hardest?

Russia always wore his scarf to cover up his scars. Now he wears it to cover the scars and the bite marks.

17.) Who says ‘I love you’ first?

I’d like to think that they both agree this is something that doesn’t need to be said. The phrase is rarely uttered and if it is, there’s a very high probability that one (or both) of them is drunk. If they’re sober, it’s usually said in a joking way. As for who said it first, I honestly have no idea. It wouldn’t have been during a significant moment and most likely during an inappropriate time.

21.) Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

England. If there’s no one else around. And if he’s drunk. Very, very drunk.

(Send me a pairing & a number, then I’ll tell you…)

Universe Falls Chapter 28

Oh god. You guys this chapter broke me. I’m having ALL the feels right now. But all that aside, I’m so damn proud of how it turned out? Like I could feel the emotions so clearly as I wrote it, so I really hope you call can feel it too. But anyway, here we go! Strap in for the emotional roller coaster ride!

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Steven put a thoughtful hand to his chin as he looked over the various treats the Mystery Shack’s vending machine had to offer. He had silently pondering over his choice of a snack for quite some time now, long enough for Wendy to offer him a brief encouragement in making his integral decision.

“You got this, Steven,” the cashier smirked as she casually leaned against the counter.

“Thanks, Wendy,” Steven said, his attention still devoted to the machine. “It’s just so hard to choose though! I mean, I could get a bag of chips, which would be tasty, but I always get chips. Shouldn’t I be living life to the fullest and trying new things?”

“Dude, if that’s how you wanna roll, I totally recommend the new spicy pretzels in row seven,” Soos cut in. “They’re easily the most dangerous thing in there, trust me.”

“Hm… good point…” Steven mused thoughtfully.

“If you still can’t make up your mind, why don’t you ask your buddy over there?” Wendy asked, nodding over to Lion as he walked over to the ice cream freezer. Curious, the young Gem went over to the freezer as well to see why his pink companion was pressing his face against it, only to groan in disgust upon realizing what all the fuss was about.

“Ugh, Lion Lickers?” Steven frowned disapprovingly. “Lion, those are gross. No offense.” The pink beast did take some offense to this of course, as he let out a disgruntled huff and walked to the other side of the gift shop.

“You guys better hurry it up,” Wendy advised with her usual relaxed grin. “We have to close up for the night soon.”

“Yeah, you don’t want Mr. Pines chasing you out with the hose again like last time, dude,” Soos added with a concerned frown.

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You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 15)

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Is there a word that is a mixture of, ‘I fucking knew it!’ and, ‘say whhhaaaattttttt?’ Because if there was, Will was pretty sure he was feeling it. He was feeling it in his soul. His goddaamn soul people.

Because yeah, he had been sorta suspicious of the fact that Nico could be Ghost King ever since Percy had shown him his videos, but actually finding out was….woah…it was kinda unbelievable. And yeah maybe the matching handwriting was just a coink-a-dink (not!), but it certainly did add another piece of evidence to Will’s already impressive pile. The blond was so sure though, that Ghost King was actually his crush. But he needed to be one hundred percent sure before he jumped in and pointed fingers or declaring it as a fact. If he wanted to know for real, with no uncertainty….he was going to have to ask Nico himself………..after he kissed him.

Yeah he was still going to kiss him.

True finding out that the boy he was in like-like somewhat love with was actually a YouTube sensation and now television star was shocking to say the least, it honestly only made his feelings grow. He idolized Ghost King, he was great, plus Lou said he was pretty cool, and Will always trusted what Lou said, well sometimes, and now knowing that he was Nico di Angelo, cutest Italian to ever walk the Earth, yeah you could say he was pretty ecstatic!

But how would he bring it up to the Italian without angering him or worse, scaring him?

He would find a way because Nico was worth it, Nico would always be worth it. No matter what.

With those thoughts, Will drifted off to bed.

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Nico, being the insamniac he was, was still awake at the ungodly hour of four AM. He couldn’t help it, okay! Truthfully he thought it was more hereditary than habitual. Mainly because his father was always awake at the same hours he was, Persephone hated it. She always lectured them whenever she could. Sometimes they could just laugh her off but sometimes she was scary, like really scary, and they would listen to her.

Despite not liking her at first, actually Nico was pretty sure they both despised each other when they first met. I mean, Nico actively tried to break them up, he and Bianca pulled a straight up Nanny McPhee, except there was no Nanny McPhee, only rambunctious children trying to get their dad’s attention while simultaneously trying to ruin his relationship and betrothal to another woman that wasn’t there late mother.

Needless to say it failed, but Nico was happy that it did, and though Seph(Nico liked to call her that) wasn’t his mother, well technically she was, she understood she wasn’t Nico nor Bianca’s and now, nor Hazel’s mother’s, she could never be them, but she would be there for them, she would be a good mother to them, and she would love them. And Nico deeply respected that, and he loved her. Even if her cooking could kill a person.

Okay it wasn’t that bad, but the poor woman just could not cook. Not like his mama. Maria di Angelo could cook. She was the best cook, or at least Nico thought so, but her specialty was cookies, God could she make a good cookie. When he was younger, Nico was sure that her cookies could cure anything and everything. He vaguely remembers her taking him and Bianca to the hospital to help pass out her packages of cookies to the patients. All of them. That was a long night of cooking. He remembers waking up early to help package everything, all different kinds of cookies for every patient. He remembers loving seeing them smile or meeting a new patient, whenever there was a new patient, his mama would automatically take down their favorite cookie, and if they didn’t have one or didn’t like cookies she made it her mission to make one they would love.

Oh yeah, back in Italy, Maria had her own bakery, apparently that’s how her and his dad had met, he was a law student and during a time of stress ran away to Italy to essentially destress. Hades didn’t have a lot of money, sure his father was rich but he hated his father and refused to be bought by his money. And one of the only places he could afford to eat at in Venice, Italy was Maria’s and her mother’s small restaurant, Le Papille Danzanti, they ran it while Maria’s father was in Washington DC for business. Hades fell in love with the food and Maria and well long story short Bianca was born and then Nico!

Hades didn’t talk much about their mom but Nico remembers him telling Bianca that she was the spitting image of Maria, while Nico had a weird combination of her personality and his. But Bianca got their mother’s cooking talent, while Nico surprisingly got her baking abilities. His cookies were nowhere as good as hers but as her Dad and Persephone like to tell him, they were pretty damn good.

Okay.

He made up his mind.

Since he didn’t think he was brave enough to tell Will his feelings, or show them for that matter, maybe he could bake him some cookies?

Would Will like that?

He hoped so because he was already making his way to the kitchen. And putting on a headband to get his bangs out of the way.

He quickly checked if he had all the ingredients he needed before he smiled and set to work.

He was going to make the best Southern Cream Cookies ever, and they would help him win Will’s heart!

He was sure of it!

Beginning to hum he set off to make the cookies

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Prega il Signore! (Praise the Lord!) the cookies were done! Mama di Angelo would be proud, at least Nico hoped she would be. He was actually proud of himself, it had been awhile since he baked. He even made some for his family to have as well. But he wrapped those ones in plain wrapping while he found some heart printed wrapping from last Valentines day when Persephone made everyone cupcakes ( rocks. Rocks with frosting. ). It wasn’t too cliché…..right? Well, Will was basically a living breathing cliché so Nico thought it was okay. He carefully put his dishes in the dish washer, because he hated hand washing dishes, he was certain that it was an ancient form of torture, and slowly made his way upstairs to his room with Will’s cookies.

He was exhausted and was glad to know he could catch a couple hours of sleep before he had to get ready for school. He was ready for today.

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Okay. He was lying. Nico was not ready for today.

I repeat he was not!

Once he got to school he was set on asking Will to eat lunch with him like he had planned, only Will asked him. Which yeah wasn’t weird, but there was this look in Will’s eyes, something Nico couldn’t figure out. That’s what was weird, Will was practically an open book, so for Nico to not be able to figure out his expression was more than a little nerve wracking.

Had Nico done something wrong? Did he find out that Nico was basically in love with him? Or did he find out that Nico was actually Ghos- okay Nico was not going to finish that silly thought.

But he was a bundle of jitters by the time he made it to Demeter’s Garden for lunch with Will.

And of course, Mr. Sunshine was already there. And he laid down a blanket? Okay that was weird too. Usually they sat in their jackets or just the grass.

“Hey Neeks!” Will exclaimed as he saw Nico approach.

“H-Hey Sunshine..” Nico mumbled with a shy smile as he sat beside Will on the blanket, that was upon closer inspection a Mighty Morphing Power Ranger blanket, and it was soft.

“How’re you doi-”

“I made you something!” Nico blurted and immediately blushed afterwards. It was clear that Will was surprised, but then he smiled, and was he…was he blushing? Nah, it must be Nico’s imagination.

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“For me? Awww what is it?” Will asked, surprisingly calm despite his heart playing a solo Metal piece at the moment, and butterflies having a mosh pit in his stomach.

He could clearly see Nico blushing. And he was adorable.

“I-I made you cookies.” He mumbled as he pulled out a small….heart patterned bag?

Will carefully took them from Nico and opened the bag…what hit him for at was the familiar aroma, then he actually looked at them and gasped in joy. “Are these?”

Nico simply nodded before replying. “I know they’re your favorite….”

Will happily pulled out a cookie a sank his teeth into it. And oh god. Oh goodness….these were fantastic! No they were divine!

“Oh my god….” Will moaned out as he finished the cookie.

“These are amazing Nico! I had no idea you could bake!”

The Italian seemed to blush more and chuckle as he shrugged.

“What’s the occasion?” Will asked as he took another bite out of a cookie.

He could see Nico stiffen and look down at his hands in his lap. “W-Well you see……I-I’m not great with words…..or a-actions…..and I thought that this would be a good way……to uh…..well……um….”

This couldn’t be……could it? Was Will going crazy or was Nico di Angelo actually trying to confess to him? He was going crazy, he had to be!

But oh god, that is what it seemed like.

Will gulped down the cookie in his mouth, was it getting hot out here? When did his heart begin to race? And was his hands always this sweaty?

Before he could think of it, Will felt himself slide a hand around Nico’s waist, he heard Nico squeak rather cutely at that, and his other hand landed on the back of the dark haired boy’s head as he brought him closer and them it happend.

Their lips touched.

At first Will was afraid he read too much into it, but then he felt Nico relax and cup his face shyly.

They were kissing and it was perfect.

No, their was no heavenly choir singing in the background. And no it wasn’t full of passion. It was awkward, their noses bumped, and their lips were barely pressed against one another but to Will it was perfect.

Nico’s lips were as soft as he imagined, and surprisingly cool.

The two pulled away, both sporting equally red blushes. They didn’t say a word, only gazed into the other’s eyes before deciding to lean in for another kiss, and after that one another. And then another. After that one they pulled back and began to laugh and simply hug each other.

“You? But I thought you would never!” Nico explained his voice full of glee. Will hugged him tighter as he continued to laugh.

“Me neither! But I’m so happy, Nico! I’m so happy!” Will gushed as he pulled them down to lie on the blanket accidentally knocking over Will’s already open backpack.

“Nico di Angelo…I like you…..like a lot.” Will confessed.

Nico smiled softly down at him. “William Solace….I really li- what’s that?” Nico asked with a tilt of his head. Will followed his line of sight and saw….


Crap! The picture and the card in the pile of his school supplies! Those weren’t supposed to come out till later!

Will looked up at Nico just as Nico looked down at him.

Will quickly flipped them over in panic and slight adrenaline and blurted out, “I know you’re Ghost King!”

The names of those dear, names already buried with proper rites,
earlier mourned by tears, now I will remember in verses,
bare without adornment, and lacking eloquence:
this will suffice as burial honor for the dead.


This is enough of a tomb and of heaped earth for those lacking one:
it is the equivalent of a funeral to call upon the spirits with your voice.


Gathered ashes rejoice in the utterance of their names;
and the monument commands this with its inscribed face.
Even the man lacking an urn of sad burial
is as good as buried if his name is spoken three times.

Ausonius’s Parentalia (B.1-4, 9-10, 11-14).