birth of a cell

Birth and Bloodletting: Part Four


He didn’t want to believe Keir’s words. But the smug superiority of them, the male knew something. Something world shattering. And he was going to get answers but first, he had to get Feyre and his children out of this Hellhole.

“Get her out of here! Winnow her somewhere besides this fucking cell!” Rhys snarled.

His mate was ready to give birth to his children and she was in a dank cell, a cell meant to suffocate magic, a cell where nightmares were made flesh. She was vulnerable and he was blind and-

“No,” She said through gritted teeth. “It’s too late. They’re coming.”


Nate stripped the shirt from Keir’s chest. He bound the male’s arms to the iron chair. He took a generous amount of satisfaction from seeing the male in pain. Nate dug his nails into Keir’s arms, meeting his eyes.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

Keir looked back up at him, his face stony. The only indication of pain was the intensity of his eyes. The same eyes that he, himself, had. One of the reasons he avoided a mirror.

A small smile etched on his grandfather’s face. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

He clicked his tongue; memories of his grandfather breaking his bones, memories of Keir learning that he was an artist, Keir breaking his wrists, his fingers, jarred in his mind. Memories of relearning how to sketch, hiding his reasons for needing the extra practice, needing to be left alone to draw, to paint. Memories of turning Baylor away, lying to Baylor, while Ash healed him. His cousin knew. He refused to heal him unless he had the truth.So he told him under secrecy. And if Baylor ever figured out that he or Ash hid something like that from him..

Keir tilted his head, “You didn’t tell anyone about our family bonding experiences. Why?”

Nate lowered to his haunches, meeting his eyes. “Because when I got older, able to fight back, I wanted to be the one to kill you.”

Keir’s smiled widened, “And now you don’t get to. Shame.”

Nate took the circlet from atop his grandfather’s hair and looked at the glittering metal. Breaking the circlet, Nate examined the sharpened jagged end of the metal before turning his eyes on Keir.

“Do you know what it feels like to have metal sink between your ribs and into your lung?” Nate tilted his head. “Did you know that when you pierce the lung and blood starts to fill your precious air space that you start to pray to the Mother? Pray that you live long enough to get to your Cauldron Blessed cousin so he can heal you in secret? Because I do.”

He slid the jagged metal between Keir’s ribs. “You look so surprised that I would do this.”

The male’s lips parted, his eyes widened and his breath shuddered at the contact of metal piercing his lung. Blood spilled onto Nate’s fingers. Giving the male a grim smile, Nate twisted the circlet with a  jerk of his wrist.

“After all Keir, I am your blood.”


Feyre had barely registered that Nate had winnowed back into room; her nephew’s face was set with grim determination, his red-stained fingers shook. Bay looked up at him, his brows furrowed. 

She worried about him also but she was more focused on the pain. And Cauldron it hurt. If fucking hurt. She thought getting her neck snapped and dying was pain, no. This is pain. “I don’t understand,” She gritted out. “I st- still have a month before I’m due.”

Azriel quietly rolled up his sleeves, “Between getting to Rhys and the strain of your magic and stress, you  jump started your labor.” His eyes slid to Bay and Nate. Nate’s face mirrored Azriel’s and Bay’s was bone white.

“Bay, go find Cassian and Blake,” Azriel said. “Tell them Feyre is giving birth. Nate, hot water, towels, a sterile blade.” Just in case. “Go.”

“Yes sir,” Nate said. Taking Bay’s wrist, Nate winnowed.

Azriel lowered to his haunches, his face a calm mask. The only thing belaying the calm was the intensity of his eyes. “Are you ready to give birth?”


The High Lady let out a strangled cry. Beside her, Rhys was rubbing her back, his voice strained. “You can do this, Feyre darling.”

Rhys’s shoulders were tight, his face strained. But his shadows told him he was struggling. Rhys wanted to eliminate him as a threat to his mate, for whatever reason. His mate was defenseless, giving birth, in the home of the worst monsters in all of Prythian. And he was blind. The High Lord didn’t see him, the male who would lay down his life for him and his court, he saw a male who was extremely close to his vulnerable mate.

“Rhys,” Azriel said. “I am not going to hurt her, I need to help her. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” Rhys ground out.

“Well thank the Cauldron,” Feyre gritted. “Can you please help me?”

A smile tugged on Azriel’s lips.

“I found everything you needed,” Nate winnowed in. Azriel glanced at his son. Nate held…a lot of towels and a bowl of water, steam billowing from the clear liquid.

“Very good,” Azriel murmured. He settled between Feyre’s legs. “It’s time.”


The female had heard Keir’s groans from where she was. She had heard the male- Nate- list the things Keir had done to him. She had no love for Nate or his family but what Keir did. That was unacceptable. A child should not have to live in fear or be targeted by such cruelty. Keir was a necessary evil that she had to tolerate but now that the plan had failed, she needed to erase herself from the scene and let him get the punishment he deserved.

The female surveyed the guards in front of the door. Stone faced and armed to the teeth. She supposed they were just doing their jobs. But she needed in the room, needed to get to Keir before his interrogation truly began.

Her lips curled into a ruby smile, her head tilted, her shock of ever-changing hair slid over her shoulder. “You want to let me in.”

The shorter male blinked slowly, his hand moving to the bar to open the iron door. She smiled, slipping into the room, “Thank you.”

Keir sat chained to an iron chair, the circlet atop protruded in his side. Blood was still seeping from the wound, thick and black. The skin beneath his arms blackened and peeled, his fingers bent in unnatural positions, ash bolted his palms to the chair. He looked to be in a great deal of pain. Good. He deserved it. He looked up at her. “Ter-”

“Ah, ah,” She tisked. “We need to have a chat before you are subjected to interrogation.”

His face hardened, his eyes betrayed a hopeless glint. He was realizing she wasn’t here to save him. “Bitch-”

She gripped his bound arms, her black nails digging into his bleeding skin. “You are going to forget everything you know about me. The only thing you are going to remember was you staged a coup and that you failed.  And when they interrogate you, you will feel the pain in a tenfold. You will believe you deserve it. Because you do.”

Keir’s face slacked, his eyes blinking slowly up at her. “Who are you?”

She smiled, “Very good. It’s been interesting doing business with you, Keir. I hope you choke on your blood.”


Charred flesh littered the floor, the smell vile enough Cassian had to cover his nose with his elbow. What the fuck happened here? Stepping over a blackened corpse, Cassian spied a ashy-blonde head of hair.

He paused, lowering his elbow. “Bay, what the fuck- why are you here?” He was supposed to be in Velaris with Feyre and Aysel, not covered in blood and soot and looking like he had seen a ghost.

“FeyreisintheCellsgivingbirthyouneedtogo.” Bay was speaking so fast he could barely make out the words, his sons eyes were wide with panic. “Now.”

Blake blinked. “Care to run that by us again?”

Bay glared at him, his voice over enunciated. “Feyre is in the Cells giving birth. Get your asses down there now.”


Feyre clenched her teeth, her chin to her chest, and pushed.

She took in breath, filling her lungs with air. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to keep her magic contained, her palms against the brutally cold stone beneath her. Inhaling sharply, Feyre pushed.

Azriel’s eyes flicked up to hers for mere seconds, “Again.”

She shook her head, sweat beading her skin.“I can’t.”

“Yes you can, Feyre.” Rhys encouraged. “You survived Amarantha and Hybern and Tamlin. You survived near-starvation, war, death. You can do this.”

“Shut up,” she groaned. “It’s your fault I got pregnant in the first place.”

Nate snorted; a smile tugged on Azriel’s lips.

“Again,” Azriel repeated. “Nate, get the towel ready.”

Her nephew knelt down beside his father, holding out a plush ebony towel. He was steady, save for the slight trembling of his hands.

She pushed.

“I see hair, Aunt Feyre.” Nate said. “You’re doing so good.”

Rhys’s breathing hitched, his palm stiffening at her back. She blinked the tears from her eyes and smiled at him, her fingers gripping his thigh.

“Big one,” Azriel coached. She gritted her teeth and pushed.

She heard it. The most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Her child was crying and so was Rhys.

Azriel looked up at them. “It’s a boy.” She could almost hear the but in his voice. Was there something wrong with her son?

Nate leaned over, wrapping an ebony towel around her son before placing him in Rhys’s arms. She glanced at her son. A shock of black hair and blue grey eyes. He was beautiful.

“Hello Bat,” Rhys said softly, his thumb brushing their son’s cheek. Nate dug another towel out, readying for the next birth. “Rhys, do you want to cut the cord?” Azriel glanced over her legs at her mate. Rhys cut it. Azriel’s eyes looked to hers. “Ready for the next one?”

She looked back and nodded.


Cassian and Blake stood guard at the entrance of the Cells. It was too much. His mate’s unseeing eyes flashed in his head. He didn’t trust himself to stay calm so he opted for guard duty and his thoughts kept going back to the female Blake was dancing with. Her eyes.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Blake asked.

That was the question and Cassian hated answering it. So he opted to not answer it at all. Blake’s eyes glanced at him. “Cassian?”

“I’m fine, Blake.”

Blake snorted. “So that’s where Bay get’s it from.”

“Excuse me?”

“Both of you pretend you’re fine and when asked how you are doing, you both dismiss the asker with an ‘I’m fine.’ It’s obvious neither of you are.”

A female appeared in front of them. The same female Blake said was dead. Cassian slid his hand to his sword. “Who are you?”

She smiled up at him. “That is for me to know and you to forget. You do not remember me dancing with Blake. You remember a golden haired and brown eyed female instead. She was killed. Run through with a sword. Nothing was amiss and you never had a second thought about it.

“I remember nothing,” Cassian said. 

“Very good,”  she smiled. Darkness wrapped around her and she disappeared.

A minute later, Cassian turned to Blake. “Bay and I are dealing. We will be fine. Eventually.” He just hoped he wasn’t lying.

Blake paused. “Do you hear that?”

Cassian sighed, unsheathing his sword. “We have company.”


Here’s the next part!! Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment XO

Who are you, really?
You’re not a name your parents chose according to their personal attachments in life
You’re not a birth date,
or a temporary age,
or a simple cluster of billion cells,
or even a species
You’re a collection of everything you love
You’re the books that you stayed up all night long reading since you couldn’t just put them down
You’re the songs that you sing along to the radio and surprise yourself by remembering the lyrics perfectly
You’re the cities you’ve visited and roamed the streets of and fell in love with
You’re the stars that you’ve stood awed by and gazed at unaware of the time passing
You’re the quotes that halt you and force you to reread them once, twice, 3 times, a thousand
And the paintings you’ve admired from afar
You’re the sun rises that you’ve fought sleep at night to witness
And the movies you never get tired of watching
And the places you’re welcomed at because of how frequently you visit them
And the carefree dances you swayed on crowded dance floors
You’re the memories you’ve crafted with the people around you
And the inside jokes you’ve shared with someone on a boring saturday afternoon
And mostly, you’re so full of pieces of the people you love most, and the people who love you back
You carry pieces of them in a habit of theirs that you picked on,
a word you’ve learnt from them,
a song that reminds you strictly of them
a story you’ve told a thousand times about that one time where they downright embarrassed you
You are everything and anything that you’ve ever loved,
So darling you’re really not a single thing - but rather a million

anonymous asked:

Jenelle kidnaped Jace! The cops said they couldn't charge David without charging Jenelle as well and Babs didn't want to charge her daughter. Jenelle should be bowing down to her mother right now and kissing her feet, or she would be in jail for kidnaping right now and would have given birth in a jail cell

Barbara SHOULD have charged Jenelle. This is the most serious thing she’s ever done! Babs needs to stop being so lenient with Jenelle, she will NEVER learn. She needs to keep Jenelle out of Jace’s life for good. She is only traumatizing him at this point. 

Hurricane preparation checklist

The American Red Cross recommends keeping the following items on hand in the event of an emergency or disaster:

  • Water: one gallon per person, per day (3-day supply for evacuation, 2-week supply for home)
  • Food: non-perishable, easy-to-prepare items (3-day supply for evacuation, 2-week supply for home).
  • Flashlight 
  • Battery-powered or hand-crank radio (NOAA Weather Radio, if possible) 
  • Extra batteries
  • First aid kit
  • Medications (7-day supply) and medical items
  • Multi-purpose tool
  • Sanitation and personal hygiene items
  • Copies of personal documents (medication list and pertinent medical information, proof of address, deed/lease to home, passports, birth certificates, insurance policies)
  • Cell phone with chargers
  • Family and emergency contact information
  • Extra cash
  • Emergency blanket 
  • Map(s) of the area

As Matthew continues to make its way up the eastern seaboard — likely toward Georgia and South Carolina — here’s what you need to know about emergency preparedness.

We have the ‘Mother of Humanity’ in Aquarius. This sign is like the creative mind of the universe. There is the deep, passionate concern for all creatures - human and animal, and the environment. A tremendous need to protect the vulnerable also tends to be present. I believe we have the representation of the grandparent in Pisces. Neptune, the ruler of Pisces is the reunion with the Source - the ultimate creative force. This underlies the birth of every cell, flower, and baby, everything in the earth and the universe beyond. Pisces is the ultimate wisdom, and the one Earth’s children go home to
#cosmic carousel through aquarius~pisces

What bothers me about the fact that republicans are so rigidly against abortion, planned parenthood, and healthcare previsions for birth control is that they only care about that collection of cells child when it’s inside someone of the female sex, and as soon as it enters the real  world they could care less what happens. Republicans will not give parents a fair minimum wage to care for that child, they will not aid the child in finding affordable education or healthcare, and they will very likely discriminate against that child in some form or fashion if it is not an economically stable, cisgender straight, white male. They basically tell that child that it was given the right to life in the land of the free and the home of the brave and that should be enough to overcome all else, so they should be grateful. 

But that’s not even the worst of it.

The worst is that their line of thinking - just like the beginning of this post - only takes into account a hypothetical child that hasn’t even come into existence, without so much as sparing a thought for the parent who didn’t want to have a child in the first place. 

Spoiler thinky thoughts

I know it’s painful to think about but a time jump really makes sense.

  1. Jared is going like a weed; they can’t keep Henry 12 forever. They can’t send him away like Walt on LOST. Fast forwarding 6-ish months would make Henry somewhere between 13 and 14, a bit more appropriate for how old Jared really is.
  2. Zelena’s baby drama is much more compelling if she’s about to give birth. Having her in a cell and trotting her out for doctor’s appointments is lame. Much better if Robin and Regina actually have to figure out how to raise this kid, preferably without Zelena’s wacky influence.
  3. Dark Emma. I’ve been saying all long they had her disappear for a reason. If she’s away from her loved ones (possibly in another realm?) then she has ZERO reason to fight the darkness within her. With her family there, she’d have a fighting chance. By taking them away from her, every angry, depressing, terrible thought she’s had can grow and take root until there’s almost nothing left of the real Emma. Makes her inevitable return that much worse and lays the groundwork for serious drama.
  4. This also justifies wrapping up the villain!Emma arc up in 5A. Because by then she will have been the Dark One for several months, have caused havoc and done cruel things. I firmly believe that the general audience will only remain patient with this storyline for so long and to take it the entire 22 is a mistake. If there’s a time jump, they don’t have to.

Those are my thoughts, my gut feeling based on the spoiler about Zelena giving birth this season.

Rat Brains Point to Lead's Role in Schizophrenia

A study of the brains of rats exposed to lead has uncovered striking similarities with what is known about the brains of human schizophrenia patients, adding compelling evidence that lead is a factor in the onset of schizophrenia.

Results of the study by scientists at Columbia University’s Mailman School of Public Health appear in the journal Translational Psychiatry.

The researchers found that lead had a detrimental effect on cells in three brain areas implicated in schizophrenia: the medial prefrontal cortex, the hippocampus, and the striatum of rats exposed to lead before birth and in the early part of their lives. Density of brain cells known as Parvalbumin-Positive GABAergic interneurons, or PVGI, declined by approximately a third—at roughly the same percentage decline seen in schizophrenia patients. They also identified higher levels of a dopamine receptor called D2R. Again, the magnitude of the increase matched what has been documented in human schizophrenia patients, and in a previous study of genetically engineered mice.

“The similarities in the brain structure and neuronal systems between what we see in lead-exposed rats and human schizophrenia patients are striking, and adds to a growing body of literature suggesting that early lead exposure primes the brain for schizophrenia later in life,” says senior author Tomás Guilarte, PhD, chair of Environmental Health Sciences at the Mailman School.

(Image caption: Brains of rats exposed to lead (right) had a lower cell density of parvalbumin-positive neurons compared with controls (left))

Cocaine Insights

In a related finding, the researchers found that rats exposed to lead had a much stronger reaction to cocaine than healthy rat controls. In the experiment, lead-exposed rats that were injected with cocaine ran around in their cages at twice the distance of lead-free control rats. The rat behavior is meaningful because it mirrors what is seen in schizophrenia patients, who are known to have a heightened response to the drug.

Schizophrenia is not the only possible consequence of lead exposure. A follow-up experiment will allow the rats to self-administer cocaine in order to test whether lead exposure plays a role in addiction.

“We are currently assessing the impact of lead exposure on both the rewarding and reinforcing properties of addictive drugs like cocaine while exploring the biological underpinnings of how lead exposure plays a role in addiction,” says first author Kirstie Stansfield, PhD, associate research scientist at the Mailman School.

You know Id like ta be floss between ur teeth
Make ya ugly bleed

Pull down my skirt in long linebacker hallways
Births of pepto-pink fluid, soggy fat cells
Swirling, it’s oil you’re tasting, don’t you
Want me this way?

I see

Wasn’t always bad dreams & heroin
Molly tease, men fingering,
I used to write about cocks so Id own them
I used to imagine myself in bed pulling back
the thin vanilla skin of my own uncircumcised penis
It makes a sound when it’s wet

Gotta play like the big boys, with bats
Slathered in blood & opera
Morphine is a bone slotted back into place
or a boy locks the door & says he’d like
to go all the way, & like some nightmare
I can’t answer :)

There is no other way to tell this story

His handsome sex
Chrome & cherry red
Miserable tip stuck like a
Strawberry in my fleshy cheek
The moon is a scab
crusted over my cunt
By the time he unbuckles
his big rape belt,
God has left the building
I piss myself & he only wants me more
The holiness of watersports, & crucifix
I loved a boy there who thought I was
ridiculous & a waste of pussy space
But when you fingered me
& I regretted all the drugs Id eaten
I imagined him knocking the door down
“Unhand her, villain!”
& so on, & so on

he ruined me.

Girlhood massacre,
& I daydreamed for ninety-three days
of suicide.

You can tell it like:
licking kitty off fingertips, gnawing
sweet-tarts & soft God voice in her
head, “Come to bed with me.”
You can tell it like–
Blue lips & morgue bags,
“I never should have let you
go to New York City alone”
The boy on my bed
like he owned it, smirk & blood-eye,
“I’ve seen more people die than you,
Junky.” a pet name, a whim

There is no other way to tell this story
Baby, I carry his child
inside me. & all the dope’s just medicine
For the gums when they bleed
& the roaches crawling up outta the sink
& the amphetamine glean to his eyes
Over me
God bless him for all he’s done to America
I mean God bless the USA,
the hospital that treated me & gave
a heart-shaped sucker,
as if I’d scanned my knee in the lot &
needed a pretty band-aid & a
father to take me home

You know
I’ve had enough of fathers
I want God on his knees
praying to Girl, holy
That night the creature He
made in His cock-obsessed image took
Everything from me!
Temper temper–too angry,
little girl. Too angry,
hot night, that night

THAT NIGHT–metal, ruin, antiseptic
THAT NIGHT–girl slur, apple pie
THAT NIGHT–girl, in love,

For my liberal friends thinking of voting third party:

1. The only third party candidate that will be on every states’ ballot is Gary Johnson. This means he is the only third party candidate with even the slightest chance of winning.

2. Gary Johnson is a conservative. Yeah, he agrees with marriage equality and the decriminalization of marijuana, but he also doesn’t agree with gun control, funded stem cell research, or insurance covering birth control. Now, these issues might not be important to you and that’s totally fine, just letting you know he’s not as liberal as people may think.

3. People should remember 2000 when a third party (the Green Party) garnered a lot of votes. Gore did not win that election because too many democrats voted third party and the electoral college didn’t give Nadar (Green Party) a single state.

4. For my fellow Bernie supporters…Bernie has endorsed Hillary. He wants you to vote for her. He knows what will happen if too many democrats vote third party and that is a Trump presidency. Listen to Bernie.

5. At the end of the day, we live in a two party system and the way to start a revolution is not from the top but from local state levels. And also the time for a revolution is not now. A third party vote might as well be a vote for Trump. It happened in 2000 and it will happen again.

Thanks for getting to the end of this rant. I obviously want you to vote your conscience and vote for who you think will make the best president, but I also want you to keep these things in mind when you go to the polls in November.

You say lofty things about the ghosts of stars in my veins.

We were cosmic once,
celestial in that sacred era before birth.

But I am undiluted,
cells plated against one another,
a heart that beats in earnest–

even paired with a mind that can feel

I am human.

I am more than the specter of a light long dead.