ariadne telling it like it is

The picture of the bacchante who stands motionless and stares into space must have been well known. Catullus is thinking of her when he tells of the abandoned Ariadne, who follows her faithless lover with sorrowing eyes as she stands on the reedy shore ‘like the picture of a maenad.’ Indeed, melancholy silence becomes the sign of women who are possessed by Dionysus. […]
Madness dwells in the surge of clanging, shrieking, and pealing sounds, it dwells also in silence. The women who follow Dionysus get their name, maenads, from this madness. Possessed by it, they rush off, whirl madly in circles, or stand still, as if turned to stone.
—   Walter F. Otto, “Dionysus - Myth and Cult” (1933)
tlh snippet

my apology for being unforthcoming with spoilers and having a misleading family tree :)

James cried out. Lightning seemed to fork behind his vision, and suddenly he was back in Regent’s Park, kneeling on the grass. There was a firm grip on his shoulders. “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” said an urgent voice, and James — his breath tearing in and out of his chest — tried to focus on what was in front of him.


Everything was blurred in that moment but Matthew’s face, his green eyes wide and dark and steady. Behind him moved other figures; they seemed in that moment like the shapes James had been finding in the clouds — inchoate and untouchable.

“Jamie, breathe,” Matthew said, and his voice was the only steady thing in a world turning upside down. It had been years since this had happened. Years. The horror of it happening in front of a crowd of people —

“Did they see me?” he said in a cracked voice. “Did they see me turn?”

“You didn’t,” Matthew said, “or at least, only a very little bit — perhaps just a bit fuzzy round the edges —“

“It’s not funny,” James said through his teeth, but Matthew’s humor acted like a slap of cold water; he opened his eyes fully, saw Thomas and Christopher looking down at him. They had positioned themselves so as to block him from the crowd at the lake’s edge.

“Get up,” Thomas said. “It’s the best thing you can do, James, we’ll tell them you tripped or fell.” His hazel eyes were anxious but his tone was reassuring. “Honestly all the attention was on Ariadne — “

Matthew’s hands on James’ shoulders turned into a grip on his arms, and James was hauled upright by his three best friends. Christopher produced a handkerchief from somewhere and began to dust his lapels.

Chris,” said Matthew. He was the only person who ever used that nickname for Christopher besides Anna. “Stop. Who cares if he’s dusty? He was just invisible.”

“But he isn’t any more,” Christopher pointed out.

“We need to get you back to the Institute,” said Matthew to James in a low voice. “If you’re going to start suddenly going all — shadowy — for no reason, then the Silent Brothers —“

“Not the Silent Brothers,” said Thomas. “Just Zachariah.”

We Were Gods - Chapter 4

Pulling Strings; Meet Ariadne

FROM: Medusa []
TO: Theseus []
I don’t think Ariadne would ever tell you, but her birthday is May fifth.
Don’t fuck it up.

Information like that has the potential to drive someone insane.

Theseus blinks several times before he reads the message again.

And again.

He’s disgusted with sweat that clings like a fine, wet sheen on his skin; it glues the thin fabric of his shirt to his neck and shoulders. He takes a long gulp out of his bright neon yellow plastic bottle - half water, half isotonic - before he continues with his running session.

thebeastslayer: just in case anyone thinks looking this good is easy, here’s a photo of me #takingashower (12m ago)

thegirlwiththethread: @thebeastslayer, I’d say flawless as usual (11m ago)

snakesonthehead: @thegirlwiththetread girl you have it hard (8m ago)

huntressofthewoods: @thebeastslayer are you doing a competition with @thesun again? (8m ago)

Orpheus: @thebeastslayer Everyone needs to believe in something and I believe I’ll have another drink #Humphrey Bogart (2m ago)

“Mum bought you earrings again. Pearls.”

Ariadne rolls her eyes, provoking, and pushes the comb through her straight hair with more force than necessary. Perfect white teeth bite down on the soft cushion of her pink underlip while her hands are busied to tie the long strands of her hair in a complicated looking knot.

Asterion watches from the other side of his room, frozen on the childish office chair their parents bought him years ago; his fingernails drill in the ripped cotton that’s washed and bleached down to a hideous sea-green by now. His eyes never leave his sister’s body - how she sways, how she bends, how she fucking moves  -

He wants to chain her up. Strap her. Strip her. Cut and purge and caress her wild-kissed brown skin that glistens golden and warm as soon as stray sun-rays cast their bright shine on her. He wants to bite down in the soft flesh of her thighs and choke on the blood that he will taste there. He wants to moan. To unravel her. To rip the delicate layer of her skin with his bare hands. He wants to fuck her, to control her, to trust into her, deeper and deeper, he wants to -

“Do you think Theseus will gift me something?”

Asterion blinks.

Ariadne has turned around and faces him, her lips shiny and luscious and pink.
Ariadne, his sister.

He swallows.

Turn on the tv!


Turn it on!

I swear to God Medi
if it’s the trailer of the new
Orange is the New Black season again…

Oh for fucks sake Ariadne just turn the tv on!



sex&drugs&wine: scientifically it’s really fucked up that humans drink the milk of another animal when we make our own (23m ago)

sex&drugs&wine: i’ve never seen an elephant sucking on a cow for milk (23m ago)

thegirlwiththethread: @sex&drugs&wine how high are you? (5m ago)

sex&drugs&wine: @thegirlwiththetread yes (2m ago)

Ariadne sighs. She tries to get her brother’s attention while waving her phone in his general direction.

“Is Dionysus crashing at Hypnos’ place again?”

“It’s Saturday, where else would he be?”
Her brother doesn’t turn around, his eyes still fixed on the screen where his current ego-shooter game is flashing in different bright shades.

“Why are you even playing this?” She asks at the same time he puts a bullet through a zombie’s head. She observes the way he tenses, the way how he grits his teeth and when he answers, it’s low and raw and dangerous.

“Because not everyone can be a hero, little sis. Sometimes you need to be the monster you are meant to be.”

She can’t find the words to disagree so she rises, puts a kiss on his cheek and breaths into his neck while her hands are caressing his jet black hair.

flowersinmyhair: Can’t sleep. Can’t figure out how waffle fries are made. I think I need ice-cream. (30m ago)

thegirlwiththethread: @flowersinmyhair have you tried a deep fryer already? (27m ago)

snakesonthehead: @thegirlwiththethread @flowersinmyhair trust her, there’s nothing Ari doesn’t know (24m ago)

flowersinmyhair: @thegirlwiththethread :D :D :D (14m ago)

godoftheunderworld: @girlwiththethread @snakesonthehead don’t encourage her please (8m ago)

Sometimes she dreams of being dead.

It’s not as horrible as it sounds; a grave may be dark but a grave is silent, a grave doesn’t judge, a grave doesn’t care if you’ve put enough make up on your face or if your dress is long enough to cover your thighs but short enough to show your knees.

A grave simply is.

Instead she wakes in the mornings and is too exhausted to try living again.

Hey Medi, wanna go to Ikea on Sunday?

Sure, anything special in mind?

How about we hide in the closets
and wait until customers walk be.
When they do we walk out and say
‘I’m back from Narnia’ :))

I love you.
This is why we’re best friends.

FROM: Hephaistos []

TO: Asterion []


You should have stayed until the party started. You missed out the best parts. Also, your sister missed you. I made a picture when she opened your present. She liked yours the most - thought you’d want to know.

There is Ariadne looking down on the small silver wrapped present in her hand, the paper carefully picked apart. A golden ring glimmers between her delicate brown fingers but that’s not what catches Asterion’s breath and pushes it down his lungs again.

It’s her face.

The smile on her lips is utterly sincere, bright and cheerful and loving.

Something in the center of Asterion’s body aches.

“Yeah”, he whispers softly to the vast darkness of his room.
Ariadne still smiles brightly from the picture on his phone.

“What makes a monster a monster, do you suppose?”

“Oh, not you, Icarus. Not ones who dream of nothing but touching the sound of the light of the sun.”

You look to your hands, intertwined. The hands that still smell faintly of feathers, of wax.

Your wings, they wait for you, for freedom.

“What will you tell the sky of me?” She whispers desperately to fill the silence.

“That you danced through my prison, the one they call the great labyrinth. That knowing you was like knowing the ocean was my home but never having learned to swim.”

“You’ll tell them that? You swear it?”

You smile, wistfully.

“Ariadne. I’ll tell the sky that even it would drown in you.”

—  Poetry Commission for @alpha-hydrae | p.d
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my secret santa gift for smugrobotics!! College AU where Eames hosts a segment on the uni radio show and Arthur is drunk on his voice. also on ao3

“That’s it for tonight; thanks for listening. Don’t forget to follow my journey to self-discovery as documented in my blog—links are listed in the official website. Have a lovely night, all.” The voice is warm and low; Arthur can just imagine the speaker smiling, even if he’s never seen Eames, whoever he is. Eames just has a really nice voice with a really nice accent, no, Ariadne, he is not infatuated with this guy.

Arthur just happens to like Eames’ radio show, that’s all. The segment, part of the university’s radio program, starts at seven in the evening every night. Eames’ program is an advice show, but it often turns into something of a missed connections program—callers complaining about being too shy to talk to the guy from the library or the girl who dropped her books in the quad, if you’re listening to this, can you please call me at this number?

Eames’ voice aside, Arthur genuinely finds Eames to be pleasant. He’s kind and thoughtful and always gives great advice, making sure to give out hotline numbers for questions that he thinks are more than he should be handling. From the show, Arthur has only been able to gather that Eames is a sophomore whose least favorite class is physics.

Which, yeah. Arthur can definitely relate to that sentiment.

All Arthur wants is for Eames to slip up about his romantic life—single? Crushing? Committed? He’s been listening for months, but Eames really does his best to make sure his segments are never about him.

Which is why Arthur finds himself googling the university’s radio show, going on the site, and searching for Eames’ blog. The link takes him to Eames’ tumblr, and Arthur clicks Follow before even reading any of Eames’ posts.

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I present:  Love for the Cold-Blooded, or The Part-Time Evil Minion’s Guide to Accidentally Dating a Superhero by Alex Gabriel

  • it’s funny
  • it’s a world where superheroes and supervillains are common, and they kinda fight each other from time to time, but it’s never serious and no one dies, and honestly they’re all ridiculous cause they strike ridiculous poses that make them look sexy (yeah right), and prepare awful speeches, and they have minions (a kid of a villain ought to ‘serve’ as a minion to some other villain, it runs in a family, it’s called NET-WORKING)
  • Pat doesn’t want to be like his Mom (honestly Pat’s Mom is the greatest though), he just wants to be an urban designer (what a sweetheart)
  • Pat also works as a night manager to Nicholas Anderson aka Silver Paladin aka a hoagie superhero  
  • Silver Paladin is a fucking dork. end of story.
  • ANYWAYS. the plot is ridic, you’re gonna love it
  • the point is, ALL THE FEMALE CHARACTERS TBH. there are so many, and they’re so great. Pat’s sisters - Cea, Zen, HELL (hell yeah), are lovely. Pat’s Mom is the greatest, like I said. Cat. Ariadne and Doc Destiny (mhmmmm gimme a superhero/supervillain lesbian romance asap right now) THEY’RE SO BRILLIANT, all of them, and it’s natural and obvious bc duh
  • honestly the blurb says (among other things) that the book is about “young men loving not wisely, but well” come on??? this is the sweetest
  • (honestly though the romance is cute. they’re both nerds. Pat is a weirdo, and Nick is even a bigger weirdo, and they constantly keep telling each other “you’re the strangest person i’ve ever met” (Nick to Pat), “you’re nuts” (Pat to Nick)
  • (ok uh i should probably mention the book has explicit sex scenes so 18+ my friends)
  • OK BUT the reason number #1 why you should read the book:
  • honestly, my boys. so brave so young so sexy, wearing leather, and being slutty and pretty - and being proud of their job, and responsible and totally heroes. 
  • (AT ONE POINT THEY RESCUE SNAKES AND I’M??? they’re so eager and starry eyed and v brave)
  • i mean, as you can see, this book is ridiculous and funny but also subversive (”Pat’s “I;m proud to be a SLUT!!!” i mean……)
  • you’ll lough out loud 
  • (i mean, ok, this book is weird, and sometimes the writing style is Too Much™ bc Pat babbles so much and it can get confusing? but that’s kind of a point) 
  • also, i almost forgot: android dolphins (do i need to say more) 

greywardenblue  asked:

Lucio, Portia and Muriel

Ohh Lex, thank you, you always knows how to make me happy~

Lucio - what do you think of every character in game? give your honest opinion of each one of them
(I’m gonna guess it’s about all the characters from the game screen after first 5 chapters)
Asra- I like him a lot, he’s my 3rd fav from the game, especially how magical he is and his smile is killing me. I just wish he wouldn’t be so cryptic all the time and pissed Ariadne with not telling anything, even when he answers questions it isn’t an answer. Still, I probably know shit and stuff but I really was pissed at him treating Julian in the memories. I know it probably has some deeper meaning or something but just… ALSO I wish he wouldn’t be in so much pain because of Ariadne not remembering what they were. Just… give him a rest and allow him be less cryptic
Nadia- I want to be her. I want to be so sure of herself and have so much sass goddamnit. STRONG INDEPENDED WOMAN YUSS. I have kinda prejudice towards her because I had never liked royalty and high cast and things like that, so I am pissed all the time that she just forces Ariadne to do things she isn’t comfortable with just because she’s Countess. But I don’t think it’s a problem of character, but my prejudices since I was a child so. Also, poor girl and her headaches.
Julian- UHM do I even need to tell that he’s my favorite and I love him too much for someone knowing about his existence for a week. I just… since the first time Ariadne meet him and he throws “She [death] has no interest in an abomination like me” I am just… ugh. He is tragic character which misses his family and has no purpose in life and wants to be someone important and damn, so cute with his need for closeness and love I AM DONE. 
Muriel- I want to know more about him so much I am actually dying from the interest what happened to him why he hates Lucio so much can I hug him please. He is dramatic and I love it. Just. More please.
Portia- She is my queen tbh I was so sad we can’t romance her because she is just… perfect. And again, I love her how good is she with dealing with Nadia and Julian and all of this drama… just. Perfect.
Lucio- Tbh, I don’t see the hype about him at all, so it is something I can’t understand in this fandom. Like, I actually think he killed himself and now he’s an asshole about it, we know he was an asshole, he was dangerous for Asra nad Muriel, just… I don’t get it. I don’t like him. I want him to stay dead bye. 
ADDITIONAL I also love Faust, grim Crow and Pepi with all my heart 

Portia - who’s hair is your favorite? from Julian’s wavy curly hair to Lucio’s slicked back hair
I still think it’s Portia’s, because they looks exactly how I wish my hair would look like but mine are shit and fucking STRAIGHT ugh no. 
And Julian’s. They looks so soft and they’re kinda long and I just wish I could comb my fingers into it for real <.< 

Muriel - is your MC observant? likes to keep an eye on stuff?
Ariadne is very cautious and likes to keep an eye on stuff, especially in unfamiliar places and travelling. She likes to know stuff, and know about stuff and how they’re happening

The Sixth Event, Insert “Spiderweb” Joke Here

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The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. Baltimore and Beam explained that they believed there was a conspiracy in the military, and Ariadne mostly seemed to unquestioningly agree with almost anything they said that was critical of the army.

Flax seemed to get frustrated with this, but after about an hour and a half she was making smalltalk and swapping stories as well. Occasionally, Pilar would call back comments on those stories and then go back to swerving between asteroids.

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@princeand-thepauper (cont. from Skype thread)

Ariadne, Jericho, and his family been walking through the desert for several days now, trying to make their way back to Skyhold after they’d gotten pulled through a rift. Well, Ariadne wasn’t exactly walking. She’d broken her ankle and potentially her foot as well, and although she was stubborn enough to walk back, Jericho had threatened to carry her if she tried. So she was riding on Aph’s back with Aria, telling the girl stories and occasionally braiding her hair to keep herself busy.

But Ariadne could tell that Aph was getting tired, and Ariadne was getting rather tired of just sitting around. So the next day the were setting out, Ariadne used Aph as support to stand and began trying to limp forward. Yes, it hurt like a bitch. But she was used to sucking it up, so she swallowed back her winces and started limping onward.

anonymous asked:

Top 5 mythological legends? (also, I've been meaning to ask you, what do you study?)

(conjoint between law and media!)

  1. ARIADNE AND THE MINOTAUR. i remember when i was 11 and read jennifer cook’s maiden and the minotaur which was focused entirely on ariadne as this bratty teenage girl who gets into fits of rage at her sister phaedra, and i was so charmed and so in love with it because it’s the first telling of the story that i read that didn’t focus on theseus. probably my favorite myth of all time; probably my favourite archetype in the entire section of greek mythology - princess who buys her freedom out of her father’s kingdom by destroying the kingdom. medea, too, fits into this - and the fact that she does it with a piece of string. ariadne brings down a kingdom with a PIECE OF STRING. and then you have the pure imagery of the minoan kingdom; bull leaping and the red painted palaces and this giant enveloping labyrinth swallowing nobles like a venus fly trap, the inventor and his son in the tower, the king who becomes a judge of the dead. side note: if ariadne escapes her father in life, how GREAT IS IT that she escapes him in death as well; dionysus makes her immortal so she’ll never have to face his judgement in hades? i ’ m.
  2. niobe and her children. a really really fun version of female hubris, which is so rare (arachne counts, i think, and andromeda’s mother, but the fall out of this is so bloodthirsty and brutal). my favourite aspect of this would probably have to be the artemis/apollo dynamic; that niobe insults their mother, and the two of them hunt down her children like pigs on a hunt, piling a heal of bodies and leaving the mother alive. the pure savagery of this act - fitting for artemis, goddess of the hunt and goddess of the wild, but i’ve always loved the divide between what apollo does and what he’s the god of. civilization and music and poetry, tearing down children into dead meat. this is so much more intimate an act of reprisal than the plague at troy, and g a h i love this story so much.
  3. achilles/patroclus. does this really even need to be said.
  4. HELEN HELEN HELEN OF SPARTA WHO MADE HERSELF INTO HELEN OF TROY. sorry not sorry i’m going with the ‘she picked paris’ choice. she’s the daughter of fucking zeus, daughter of thunder and lightning and birthed from a divine swan egg, her brothers are etched into the stars and she has godsblood in her, she is divine she is divine she is divine; she has a godhead within her as much as heracles does, or odysseus, or achilles, or perseus or theseus or any of those other men. her gift is her beauty and we don’t even know what she looks like - her godhead, however, is what she’s able to do with that beauty, which is sell herself as whatever these men want her to be. she is a divine vision, and how dare you wall her up inside the palace and expect her to be quiet and silent except when spoken to and how do you expect a goddess to bow down to men? the trojan war as helen’s sacifice, and not even her father zeus had had such an offering of blood.
  5. THE BACCHAI. just; terrifying smiling calm dionysus coming back from the east a boy god, who charms the women of thebes into maenads and unleashes a mother on her son and watches as she tears him apart, and smiles the whole time. god. g o d.
The Eighth Event, 1.0274912510

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Some time later, Baltimore drifted back into consciousness. She could still feel Beam’s form nestled against her, and was grateful to find out the the events of the previous night had not simply been a perfect dream.

She considered rousing Beam as well, but she was in no hurry to leave their bunk. Her thoughts turned to how long they had been sleeping.

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The Fifth Event, Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Spider

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The lights flickered on to reveal the owner of the eight purple eyes. It was not, as Baltimore had feared, another of the horrors that had almost killed her earlier in the evening, but was actually a young black girl of around fifteen or sixteen years, wearing lavender jeans and a black t-shirt.

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The Twenty-First Event, We See Each Other Plain

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Flax was the first to awaken in the morning. She wasted no time in dressing, brushing her teeth and moving downstairs, figuring it was best to get these things out of the way before anyone else woke up and clashed over rights to what appeared to be the house’s only bathroom.

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The Tenth Event, Sister Big Stuff

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Ariadne had shown Baltimore and Beam to the wardrobe, which was actually a large closet about the size of an spacecraft hangar. Beam had quietly asked Baltimore whether she thought Ariadne’s crew had somehow managed to steal an entire thrift store, but Ariadne overheard and insisted that they never stole from thrift stores. Poor people needed those clothes. For clothes, they only raided high-end department stores and army surplus stores, so that they were only taking money out of the pockets of people who had more than they needed.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, a request for a Clarke/Bellamy POV of The Lines on Your Page of Memories if you'd want to do it! Thanks so much :)

Original fic on AO3, and alt-POV!

ALSO I totally forgot to put this at first, but this is rated M, please plan accordingly!

Clarke was the one who delivered Ariadne, and for hours after, she wondered if her mother could have saved Marina. If Abby had been there, if she would have saved the baby and the mother. If someone else might have made different choices. Better ones.

Bellamy came to find her once the baby was asleep, and that made her feel even worse. She should have been there for him, but her hands were shaking too much. So she let herself deal with the dead, and trusted the living to him. It’s a habit she’s still trying to break, seven years later.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, before he could say anything.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” He put his hand on her shoulder, and the sound she made came close to a sob. “Clarke–”

“You shouldn’t be comforting me right now. You’re the one who–”

“I’m still pretty numb,” he said, voice light. “Give it a couple days to sink in and you can come comfort me.” He clears his throat. “I meant it. You don’t have to apologize. It was–no one could have done better, Clarke.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Three days after, Echo came to her and said, “Bellamy already knows this, but I thought you should too. In Azgeda, we have a mourning period.”

Clarke nodded. “The Delphi did too, I remember. How long?”

“A year,” she said. “And two more for each child.”

“To wear mourning?” Clarke asked. She didn’t even know what mourning looked like in Azgeda. Making Bellamy follow the custom for five years seemed–excessive. Even to honor his wife.

“Before he marries again.”

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I wanted to come back to the necklace and Lauren.

Remember that in 5x01, when Bo was sent in Tartarus By Freyja, Bo’s necklace stayed behind and didn’t pass the portal.

We have all asked ourselves “why?”
Lot of theories have been said and I think we are on the good road..

Episode 5x02 gave me something more about the meaning of this necklace.

Remember this ?


“This is better anyway.”
Stacey said this after telling no to Kenzi.
This is better that is Lauren’s soul.
Not Dyson, not Kenzi but Lauren.
Even if Freyja wouldn’t have made a deal with Bo for Kenzi, Stacey would have chose Lauren at the end.
Because this is better

She shows the necklace and says “you hold a PARTICULARLY SPECIAL place in Bo’s heart.
This line is heavy. She could have say “special place” but no, she makes it clear that Lauren’s place is VERY important in Bo’s heart.
And the fact she shows the necklace as a proof of this, means something.

Now, remember, the necklace couldn’t pass the portal and go in Tartarus with Bo. It stayed behind.
We know it’s related to Lauren. It’s related to Bo and Lauren. It’s related to something powerful between them. Could I say love?
But the 5x02 made me understand….

Bo’s father abhors light. Of any kind I think. But this is my own spec.
But he abhors light, right?
And I think this is why the necklace stayed behind. It’s a symbol of light, sort of. It’s made of light, of love.
“For giving me the freedom to love, and I do”.
Let’s not forget this. This is a gift of love. This is more.
This is a necklace. A “dark” and negative symbol for Lauren that she MANAGED to turn into something “light” and positive.

And this is something about Lauren. This ability to turn negative into positive. I said it once, I say it again.

Because Lauren represents the light in Bo’s heart.
Because Lauren is the light that keep the dark at bay for Bo.
Because Lauren is her constant.

Because Lauren loves her since the first moment they met. (Ok i needed to say it u_u my doccubus heart)
I mean when Bo was in the maze and was losing blood and getting weaker… It’s Lauren’s voice that triggered her to kick Puca because she used Lauren’s voice to tell “I never loved you Bo”. So, Lauren helped Bo to get out of the maze…
Like the red string of fate.. no wait.. the Ariane’s string? (wikipedia is your friend…)

Ok, so in english it’s Ariadne. (some info)
Andactually there’s some interesting things about this legend/greek mythology.

It’s late and my brain is sleepy, no more coffee in my veins.. well anyway!

My point is….
Lauren is apparently associated with the LIGHT element.
with all the things said above and let’s not forget the poster where she has an illuminated hand.

there’s something here.

The necklace is special.
Lauren is special.
The relationship between Bo and Lauren is special.

I can feel it in my cup of coffee, there’s something here. something strong, maybe old, and very powerful.
Finale: I Seem to Be a Verb | Arthur/Eames | Aja | Archive of Our Own

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So, here it is, the end of the fic I have been working on since September 2011. I love it dearly, and I hope that you will read it, and that if you read it, that you enjoy it. <3 Thank you to everyone who does.

“Why not do what rich people do when they need money?” Mal asked. “Hold a fundraiser.”

Ariadne said, “No, no more formal events. Arthur is banned from all formal events for at least another six months.”

“Agreed,” said Arthur. “Crowdfunding it is.”

Mal folded her hands beneath her chin. “Why don’t you ask Jia or one of the others?  It’s not as if Ariadne will be around forever, and they all practically live there now.”

“Excuse you,” said Ariadne haughtily, “I shall live for a thousand years. All shall love me and despair.”

Mal sent her a small smile. “Let’s hope we can keep Arthur’s bookstore around that long so you can continue to wield your dominion over it.”

The next day, Arthur gathered all his assistants around him in his office.

“Oy!” said Tabitha. “We can’t all fit in here!”

“Right,” said Arthur.

Arthur re-gathered all his assistants around him behind the front counter.

“I need you to tell me what you’d like to see the store do next,” he said.

They all stared at him.

“You mean like, other than sell books?” Jorby asked.

“Projects and things, right?” Ty asked, and then, “Wait, are we going to be cut if we don’t give the right answer?”

“No,” said Arthur, “nothing like that.”

“Do you mean like the store expansion?” asked Jia. “It seems like we’re pretty well set for a while, yeah?”

“Think beyond the space,” Arthur said. “Think about the books, the community, the people who come in and what they might want next. Think bigger.”

“You should donate science books to underfunded schools,” said Tabitha.

They turned and stared.

“What?” asked Tabitha. “He likes to give books away.”

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Belladonna: Silence

Sometimes it’s hard for Arthur to remember a time when he wasn’t deaf. He woke the house up once in the middle of the night because he put himself into a panic attack over not being able to remember his mom’s voice anymore. His dad had gotten that horrible pinched expression on his face before his stepmother shooed him out of the room, guiding Arthur back to easy careful breathes with her lips pressed to his forehead.

He thinks he’d like to know how Eames sounds. The boy is his next door neighbor but that doesn’t mean they talk much. No one really talks to Arthur anyway, even though he can read lips pretty well by now. It’s never stopped Ariadne, though, and she tells him all sorts of things about Eames, her hands flying through the proper signs. So that’s how Arthur knows that Eames is British and that he’s a year ahead of them. Ariadne also swears Eames asks about him a lot, but Arthur is convinced she’s just lying to make him feel better.

Which is why he just about jumps out of his skin when Eames comes to meet him on the front stoop of his house instead of Ariadne. Eames’ lips move rapidly but it’s obvious he’s apologizing. Arthur wants to tell him that it’s alright but that would mean signing, which Eames doesn’t know, or talking in his horrible stunted voice. 

But then Eames is curving his thumb in towards his palm before waving his hand towards his forehead and away. Arthur is almost too stunned to realize the rest of what Eames is signing and what it all comes together to mean.

“Hello, I’m Eames.”

Arthur raises his hands awkwardly, unsure of what to do next and then Eames sits down on the step next to him, tugging out a notebook. There are words scribbled out on the page Eames flips too, detailing how Eames is still learning but he really wants to talk to Arthur.

“Why?” Arthur feels his lips move even if he can’t hear the sound and his mouth slams shut instantly, heat flaring over his face. How could he have talked? That was the stupid thing in the world to do. Now Eames will look at him like he’s an idiot and get up and walk away and Arthur will never…

A hand closes over Arthur’s, warmer than he’s ever experienced, and squeezes gently. Arthur dares to look up at Eames’ face and the smile there takes his breath away.

“It’s okay,” Eames says, and for the first time in ages Arthur believes it.