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somnovenator  asked:

In OtGW, was the Unknown real? Or was it all in Wirt's mind?

Thanks for the ask! UuU I’ve been wanting to gush about this show (even more than I already have haha)

First and foremost, no, I don’t think The Unknown was all in Wirt’s mind, or that it was all a coma dream or whatever. This doesn’t make sense with the content of the story. If it’s all Wirt’s dream, why does Greg know about everything too? Why is Jason Funderburker (the frog) still with them, and why does he still have the bell? Why do the other kids seem shocked to see the frog glowing from his stomach if it wasn’t happening?

As many people have theorized already, The Unknown is most likely a form of Limbo; a place that lost souls teetering between life and death reside and wander around.

Depending on their choices they either make it back to the world of the living, make it to a heaven sort of place (like Greg reached in episode 8; he only returned because he didn’t want to leave Wirt behind)

or are consumed by the Beast to be forgotten and lost

There’s also the fact that for the majority of the show, they are in a wood that is in the middle of autumn, and by the end it has become winter time. Autumn is the time in-between summer (the time of most life) and winter (which tends to get associated with death).

Another constant is the half moon. Whenever we get to see the moon, it is in the middle of its cycle, which I interpret as another symbol of the state the boys are in.

It’s even a half moon before they go over the wall and into The Unknown. This reinforces the symbolism because it’s like time for them just… stopped.

And when you can’t see the moon anymore, or even any of the sky, is when Wirt and Greg are closest to proper death; when winter has come, and it’s started to snow.

I feel like the “pockets of story” that Wirt and Greg encountered are the people that have settled down, so to speak. They are the people buried in the graveyard, and so they have a place to stay. They don’t have to wander through this wood of literal lost souls because they already have a designated home.

(One of the biggest examples people have brought up is Quincy Endicott. You can see his name on the gravestone that Greg is hiding behind)

The graveyard itself is called The Eternal Garden. The wall the boys jumped over could be taken as them going “over the wall” into what humans consider The Unknown – the place that is there when you die.

A bunch of other things have been brought up by others: the allusions to Dante’s Inferno, the two cents being like the price to cross the river Styx, Pottsfield being a representation of a Potters Field and so many other clues and hints.

I highly, highly recommend a rewatch, because you will catch so many more little details. It’s super satisfying to look at everything in this show!

The fact that Over the Garden Wall leaves you a lot of room for interpretation is one of the best parts, and it lets you keep thinking for hours or days afterward. It’s really beautifully done, and I haven’t seen a story do its telling as well as this little series has in a long, long time.

(Thoughts on The Beast)

(Thoughts on Beatrice)

(Thoughts on The Turtles)

TEH rewatch

ie bloody hell in hindsight it’s obvious what we’re seeing in this episode isn’t real

I’m rewatching TEH after S4, with the mindset that S3 and S4 are Sherlock’s coma dream after he jumped for real from Bart’s rooftop

And. Holy shit! It makes so much sense!

1) The weird “coffee cup to John’s eyes” transition. We knew that this was taken from @ivyblossom‘s “The Progress of Sherlock Holmes”. We failed to notice that the fanfic opens on Sherlock dreaming that John has cups for eyes.

2) In the same scene with Lestrade and Anderson, the way the reporters who tell us Sherlock’s name has been cleared are filmed is… fucky, to say the least. Glitchy. That’s weird

3) The “how sherlock survived theories” parodies. In all of them, Sherlock is awfully OOC. Why? Because Mofftiss were pointing out that Sherlock surviving the fall and not telling John is, in itself, OOC, because that would break John’s heart (which Sherlock knows since ASIB). Sherlock didn’t fake his death. SHERLOCK REALLY, ACTUALLY JUMPED, AND IS NOW IN A COMA BECAUSE OF HIS INJURIES.

4) Mycroft as one of Sherlock’s brain hemisphered gives… interesting insights into Sherlck’s psyche.

5) Sherlock just can’t stop thinking about John touching people’s genitals all day as a doctor – aka he’s jealous af of the women John had intimate contact with.

6) Sherlock never says why he didn’t tell John he was alive. Hint: that’s because he’s dreaming, and everyone who’s seen Inception knows that one way to tell whether you are dreaming or not is retracing your steps as to how you got where you are. If you can’t, that means you are either amnesiac, or dreaming.

7) The last restaurant Mary, John and Sherlock visit on the night of Sherlock’s return is suspicious: the lighting is blue. And there’s a useless blue screen on the far wall. Kinda reminds me of the glowing blue skull painting in s4.

8) Sherlock finds “How I did it”, a fake book allegedly written by Jack the Ripper. Hm. The episode itself keeps trying to explain how Sherlock did “it” (ie faked his death). The answer is right fucking there: he didn’t. He really jumped. He’s dreaming, and his subconscious is trying to get him to realise that.

9) LESTRADE: “Please, insult away!”. aka Lestrade taking as a compliment something that ought to be taken as an insult. That’s so reminiscent of his characterisation in TAB, in which we know Sherlock is dreaming/hallucinating, I’m crying laughing. We were so blind.

10) Dreamspeak.

11) The off-switch thing. That’s just plain unbelievable, because that means anyone could deactivate the bomb. It’s in the terrorists interest that only they can deactivate it. Hence, rather than a switch, a code would be more credible.

12) Sherlock’s mind-palace is blown out of proportion. Literally. Sherlock recreates a whole train station in his mind. That’s way different from the last time we saw him using it (THOB), where there was just text and images and sounds superposed to Sherlock’s hand movements in the real world. And every time the mind palace is used after that, it’s the same. Sherlock’s MP takes over Sherlock’s reality. So it should follow that the reality Sherlock is in, is his own mind.

13) Mary is dressed in red. And wearing earrings. Mary is a red herring (because she doesn’t exist and is the dream representation of one of Sherlock’s worst fears: John Watson marrying someone other than him – that’s literally her name: Mary Watson… Marry Watson.)

14) How come the little girl (again!) knows John is in the bonfire before it’s lit, but the crowd around her doesn’t. I mean… John can’t talk, or scream, or anything, so…. Is she a psychic? or something? (Eurus foreshadowing)

15) Sherlock’s parents. His dad doesn’t want to get a chain for his glasses…. because it’d be like Larry Grayson’s, a known gay celebrity? And Sherlock says that his parents’ being “ordinary” is a cross he has to bear… Hm. If that doesn’t spell homophobic parents I don’t know what does.

16) “Sometimes a deception is so audacious, you can’t see it even when it’s staring you in the face”. Sherlock says, with his own reflection on his computer screen. Now, that obviously refers to TJLC… but that could also refer to the fact that Mofftiss have been dropping hints that what we are seeing is not real left and right. And that gets even more obvious in the following episodes.

17) Science fiction heart-shaped bomb. No, really. That thing would look more at home on the USS Enterprise than in a more “realistic” show like BBC Sherlock.

18) An abandoned/never actually built train station… with the lights on. And live electricity. I’m skeptical.

19) Sherlock’s explanation of what happened in TRF makes no sense. Sherlock clearly did not know what was going to happen on Bart’s rooftop, and I think that TEH, the whole episode, was his brain trying to find an explanation as to how Sherlock was still alive after jumping, and ultimately deluding itself into thinking Sherlock had planned everything (false memories are an oddly common phenomenon). Which led to Sherlock feeling guilty for breaking John’s heart intentionally (although the guilt could also be a sign of his subconscious feeling guilty for almost dying and still causing John pain)

20) What’s more, in Sherlock’s retelling of TRF, John never figures out that Sherlock is still alive right after he jumps. But this directly contradicts TRF: the fact that the camera “rights itself” and that John gets back up after feeling for Sherlock’s pulse, compounded by the fact that medical personal immediately takes Sherlock inside the hospital, strongly indicates that John knew Sherlock was still alive, because he’d felt his pulse.

21) Sherlock’s parents, part 2 : His dad refuses to buy himself a chain for his glasses because then he’d be imitating a gay celebrity. Mycroft (ie a part of Sherlock’s brain) suffers going through something his parents enjoy but he hates, because he promised them. And Sherlock says there’s nothing he can do to help. “You don’t understand the pain of it, the horror”, Mycroft says through the phone. And Sherlock hangs up on him. Now, of course, this scene is supposed to be funny, because Mycroft is talking about going to a musical (we hear the music through the phone’s speakers) as though it’s torture, but, remember: on BBC Sherlock, the funny moments are always used to hide something. I read this as Sherlock having homophobic parents (you can look like a nice person and still be horribly homophobic). And I think Sherlock’s parents did something terrible that made Sherlock repress his sexuality. This is confirmed by things in the following episodes (TSOT and TFP come to mind, although it’s all shown through metaphors and Redbeard).

22) Sherlock voluntarily puts on his cap before facing the press  at the end of the episode. Exactly like in TLD.

23) The episode ends on Magnussen watching Sherlock save John from the bonfire, in what later turns out to be Magnussen’s MP. 1) Mind palaces do not work that way, you can’t recall something as visually precise as a video and 2) the episode that depicts Sherlock’s return to London ends on a scene that happens entirely in the mind of one character. What’s more, this character is a (creepy) Sherlock mirror.

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if you could get away from the tangled web of sadness you found yourself trapped in. if you could ease your worried mind leaving all your hangovers behind. if you could whisper my name and leave out the blame. find me wrapped in cold sheets from a coma induced dream. but I’m still lost in these vivid sunset dreams. my life is slowly bursting at the seams.

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RICK GRIMES IN EVERY EPISODE 1.03 tell it to the frogs
   ↳ “I felt like I’d been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever.”

popotum  asked:

also can you give me recommendations for poets to read (especially for someone who enjoys beautiful things but doesn't read a whole lot of poetry)

this was supposed to be a quick & dirty rec list for my girl but then it got out of hand so i’ve broken it off into categories 4 ya! this is by no means an extensive list but i was starting to realize that this was verging on Too Long. happy readings & i hope u find something that moves along the soil of ur soul!!

FAV ESTABLISHED POETS 

margaret atwood / they are hostile nations, marrying the hangman, we ate the birds, the poet has come back
louise gluck / all hallows, mock orange, elms, nocturne, vespers: parousia, adult grief, mutable earth 
gregory orr / love poem, trauma (storm), gathering the bones together, origin of the marble forest, when eurydice saw him
mahmoud darwish / your night is of lilac, in jerusalem, in the presence of absence, now as you awaken, psalm one 
mark strand / the dreadful has already happened, eating poetry, keeping things whole, lines for winter, tomorrow
ee cummings / somewhere i have never travelled, buffalo bill’s, if there are any heavens, luminous tendril of celestial wish, pity this monster manunkind
michael ondaatje / application for a driving license, the cinnamon peeler, the time around scars, excerpts from the collected works of billy the kid
jack gilbert / failing and flying, it is difficult to speak of the night, the sirens again, how much of that is left in me?, the forgotten dialect of the heart
pablo neruda / one hundred love sonnets: xvii, white thighs, hillocks of whiteness, absencehere i love you, clenched soul
anne carson / glass essay, book of isaiah, compostela, short talk on hedonism & sylvia plath, ghost q & a, an excerpt from autobiography of red, excerpts from nox 

FAV ONLINE POETS

creuxing / obsessed with redefinding girlhood, the summer starts in your car, another meteor crashed outside, the girl with frizzy hair and thin wire glasses
teamcaptains / a terrible crime in the tropics, reaping, zach calavera, he left, and the pink electricity, golden age 
mythaelogy / an attempt in poetry, atlas hands, wandering hearts, her, psychopomp & circumstance, i thought it had gone away
wefragilehumans / non est, luck is a funny thing, war chant, severe weather warning, a study in restoration
deergodareyoulistening / home (reforming), lighting & thunder, a diagram, ceremony, red elk, how to eat a moon 
starredsoul / a creation tale, how we learn what it meansall along, the mother weepingdreams of the moon and birds singing together
starseas
/ deep sea diver.mp3, space age surrealism, the fact of the matter is you need to get your heart back, time travel wears a black tracksuit 
katejustkate / incase it doesn’t work out, iphone notes therapy, coma dreams, it took 3 long-ass days for you to respond to my ‘are u alive’ text
ohgdlights, the way out of winesburg, ohio, to m // for j // from me, we ran like wolves, variations on a tomato
inelegancies /  in the aftermath we are left with a girl, in another universes the sky is always pink, rules for the internet, for children

FAV POETRY

tonight, in oakland by danez smith
tinder by keith s. wilson
if being a lesbian were anything like netflix movies portrayed it to be by southwestwitch
bad poem by kelsey danielle
padlocked chest pt 1 / afterthelonely
a bronze god, or a letter on demand by clifton gachagua
lilac time by joan newmann
notes from the antichrist’s guardian angel by notbecauseofvictories
with ruins & persimmons by li-young lee 
for my best friend by  crimescened
my first lover speaks to me as i sleep with her by raven jackson
phoenix by overwhelmington
how the signs die, or fall in love, or both, maybe by cursedvideogame​ 
national geographic by elisabethhewer 
your airplanes by rachel mckibbens
sierra doesn’t watch when the world ends by wildflowerveins 
before by carl adamshick 
there is a gold light in certain old paintings by donald justice 
afterimage, 2015 by bhalbers
other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem by bob hicok
folly by antonina palisano 
albuquerque, nm by 7cigars
sometimes when on fire by kathryn regina
heart by bhanu kapil

Formal notice.

Dear Human,

This is a formal notice of your impending passing. Allow us to explain.

About one Earth-year ago, our race arrived at your planet and began a systematic harvest of humans, as was deemed ethical by the Etoxi Ethics Council due to the disease plaguing our planet. We were in dire need of bone marrow, and it happened that human marrow was compatible with our bodies.

However, you will be happy to know that we Etoxi value ethics and morality above all else. The Ethics Council ordered that once fighting ceased, remaining humans be wiped of recent memories and placed in comas with implanted dreams of life continuing normally. Thus, we have minimized suffering and allowed you to live in peace.

The arrival of this notification, placed somewhere accessible within your dream, indicates that your body has been sufficiently drained of all bone marrow. Rest assured that 100% of this marrow has been used for medical purposes, as required by the Etoxi Ethics Council. Because the electricity needed to maintain your comatose state is better used rebuilding our home planet, your system will be shut off soon.

Thanks to the Ethics Council, you are granted a 24 hour grace period to say goodbye to your dreamed friends and family. Studies have shown that humans pass away with more happiness when given the chance to bid farewell to others.

Please note that when your system powers down, you may regain consciousness briefly before passing on. Some sharp pain and memory regaining may accompany this. Please do not look down at your body; this may cause some distress.

Thank you for your service to our species. Your name will be displayed on a memorial in our rebuilt capital.

Have a good day!

Sincerely, The Etoxi High Council

{PART 21: Final Chapter} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

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Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson)

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This is the final chapter of this series.

If you would like to read my Authors Note, I have placed it at the end of the chapter. Now, on to the story ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 20} {Part 21: Final Chapter}

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A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

VIXX dream conspiracy

VIXX isn’t actually real and we’re all in a coma collectively dreaming the same coma dream but sometimes our dreams change slightly hence why some VIXX songs have different titles. this also explains why VIXX is so perfect and ethreal-

jk this can’t possibly be a dream they’re real and they exist to slay-

Metahumans, an Analysis

Most Metahumans: I have these bad-ass super-powers! I will do EVIL things, and NO ONE will stop me!

Music Meister: I have the ability to steal anybody’s super-power while casting them into a coma, where they dream an unfathomable universe and could easily die! … Time to SPREAD THE LOVE! No one will stop me!