dunno: the aftermath

He had wondered, when the letter had arrived for his daughter. Oh, she had indeed been applying to myriad schools, but neither of them had even heard of the school before. The letter had seemingly come out of nowhere. Then too, there was the name, Elsewhere. It was exactly the sort of word They favoured, the kind that said everything and nothing at once. The sort that spoke nothing of the truth, and yet nothing but truth.

But it was her decision, and he wouldn’t interfere so when she accepted the offer he agreed to accompany her to the applicants day. And just in case, he braided the old runestones into his slate-gray hair, the tiny discs of hammered iron. He soaked his clothes in the sea the day before and let them dry in the sun.

The signs were strange. There was no greeting, no céad míle fáilte or welcome. It simply stated, in a gothic script ‘Elsewhere University’ next to the seal of a man with a stylized elks head. It wasn’t until he passed the sign that he knew for certain. One never forgot the feel of Them. The stink of Them. Already he could almost feel their bindings on him and his hackles rose. 
The RA who was to show him and his daughter around introduced herself as Rogue. 
“Cairn.” He growled in response, and his daughter looked up at him. 
“We… don’t use real names here…” The RA started, and he cut her off.
“That isn’t mine.” There was something in his voice, she thought. A bit like some of the upperclassmen, the ones who’d had dealings with the Gentry. Who’d come back themselves, but not entirely the same. 
She became even more convinced of this as the tour continued. He didn’t question any of the traditions, not the nicknames, or the salt and iron she gave them to carry. He nodded approvingly the first time they crossed the stream where a sprinklers flow overran the path; His look when she suggested they settle for only touring the entrance to library was knowing. But it was his reaction when they met one of the Good Neighbours that made her absolutely certain. 
He stepped sideways off the path; she didn’t think it an accident that his feet were planted in a trickle of flowing water. His muscles tensed, and he kept his eyes where he could be sure of the whereabouts of the Gentry without meeting that worthy’s gaze. The Fey strode past, then stopped and looked back.  
“Who are you?” It asked, and the visitor almost growled.
“No one of consequence.” 
“You were ours.” It was not a question. 
“No more.” It was a simple statement. “We will be on our way.” Another simple statement, and a gutsy one. After a moment, the Gentry nodded, and the trio continued on their way.
She asked the same question, when the tour was done and she had led them safely beyond the railway tracks and the road. He gave the same answer. The daughter would indeed study at Elsewhere, and she would arrive with clothes saturated in seawater and iron wardrunes bound into her hair. She would be safer than most, for her father had had dealings with the Gentry on their own terms and walked away his own man, and he made sure she Knew. 

netherstray  asked:

The students who do best in Elsewhere are offered positions in environmental agencies that secretly negotiate with the fae elsewhere in the country.

Here is the thing: For perhaps the first time in their extended existence, the Fair Folk know what it means to worry about the future. The Elsewhere it not quite its own world; it still shadows this one. But from, say, the start of the Industrial Revolution in the late 1700s, when people turned their hands towards iron on a larger scale than ever before, the doors started to close. The Elsewhere became something less overlaid across the hills and forests, and more a thing apart, a strange nonsensical shadow world. They say in 1839 all but a few of the Gentry fled Ireland, for example. For the first time the world was becoming inhospitable.

But they are cunning, and they are desperate, and they adapted. Elsewhere University was founded in the late 1800s, and by the 1930s it had become one of a handful of places where the Elsewhere could seep through one more, reattaching itself to the real world in new ways. And iron has not overtaken the world entirely; there are still free spaces, green spaces, deserts and forests and people fighting to keep them empty. A future is worth too much to gamble; environmental studies majors, Involved or not, who are full of anger and hope and fire, are protected. 

And later, if they’re sought out by others who Know, the job offer is either already expected or makes a great deal of the old school traditions suddenly  much more sense.

The Aftermath

A/n: I had to take my turn writing a resolution to all the drama of this week’s episode! I can’t just leave Bughead alone

Betty stared at the ceiling. Had that water stain always been there?

“Who cares,” she mumbled out loud to no one in particular.

Her whole body ached. She felt like everything inside of her had been hollowed out, but somehow her chest was still heavy. Her faced was streaked with the pattern of tears from the night before, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes. She was exhausted, but rest simply wouldn’t come.

He was gone.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be here. With her. But she had ruined everything. 

She kept replaying that moment over and over, she couldn’t erase the image of his pained eyes from her mind. The way he had gone so cold, backing away from her touch when she reached out. The distance that had grown in his eyes as he turned to leave. It was all too much. 

Oh, how she longed to sleep. 

Sleep would take it all away. Sleep would pass the time. Sleep would stop her from staring at that ridiculous water stain.

“To think I was gonna pass on moving to Toledo with my family for you.”

He had said it with such venom, each syllable a lash across her heart. The words echoed in her mind, reverberating through her heart. 

Toledo. That’s where he was going. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Suddenly, there was a knocking at her door. Betty sighed, pulling her pillow over her face, ignoring her visitor. The door swung open, and Betty registered the sound of heels clicking across her hardwood floor. 

“Go away.” Betty growled into the pillow.

“Sorry B, I simply can’t do that.”

Betty rolled over to see Veronica standing at the edge of her bed, still wearing her dress from the night before, a small smile on her face. She searched Betty’s face, seemingly trying to gauge just how angry her friend was.

“What are you doing here Veronica?” Betty narrowed her eyes, making sure that Veronica knew she was yet to be forgiven.

“I’m here to fix things.” Veronica took a tentative step forward before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Betty bolted upright in her anger, Veronica flinching at her tone. 

“I know Bets. I’m so, so sorry.” She leaned forward, reaching out and placing her hand on Betty’s.

Betty pulled away, feeling a rush of emotions as she remembered the way Jughead had pulled away from her just hours before.

“Sorry won’t bring him back.” She whispered, her voice barely perceptible as she fought back the sob that was threatening to escape her throat. Tears began to pool in her eyes once more. “He’s gone V. I searched everywhere. I called him a dozen times. He’s gone.”

“He’s not gone Betty.”

Betty’s head jerked upward, making sudden eye contact. “What do you mean?”

“We found Jughead, Bets. He’s at the sheriff’s station. He’s trying to see his dad…”

Veronica was still talking, but Betty was no longer listening. Instead, she bolted out of bed and put on the first pair of shoes she could find. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door, leaving Veronica without another thought. 

She had to see him. 

Jughead was arguing with the detective at the front desk. 

“He’s my father, you have to let me see him!” He screamed, his hands balled up into fists, his neck flushing with anger. He was no longer wearing his beanie, but he didn’t seem to notice. Like so many things that night, it had been lost along the way.

Betty stood there, unable to formulate words. There he was, a mere five feet from her, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for his attention. Was this a mistake? Should she have come? He had made himself very clear, he didn’t want her around. Her feet were cemented to the floor, her mouth full of lead. Her eyes began to water just looking at him, a mere five feet away and yet somehow feeling miles apart.

Jughead slammed his palm on the counter in frustration, the detective rejecting his attempts to gain access. In a fit of rage he spun around, intending to sit, but he froze when he saw her.

Beneath his gaze, she quickly became aware of how crazy she must look. Her blonde hair was a mess, the pin that had held it back having been tossed aside. Her beautiful blue dress had wrinkled, the hem stained from grass and dirt. Beneath the hem, bright green tennis shoes could be seen. Her eyes were tired, bloodshot, and puffy, and her makeup had faded.

“Jughead, I-”

Before she could finish her thought, Jughead rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her. A sob escaped Betty’s throat, and she grabbed hold of his body like her life depended on it. Which, in that moment, she was sure it did.

“I’m so sorry Jughead. I’m so, so sorry.” She breathed into his shoulder, her whole body melting in his embrace.

Jughead pulled away, making a point to look her in the eye, “I want to make it very clear, I don’t forgive you.” Betty flinched at his words, confused. “I don’t, I can’t, not yet. But right now that doesn’t matter. Right now, I just need you here. Because I can’t go through this alone. My dad, he-” Jughead choked on his words, and then it was Betty’s turn initiate an embrace. 

“Let’s just press pause okay?” Betty said softly, running her fingers through his hair before bringing her hands to rest on the back of his neck. “We’re gonna get through this.”

Jughead nodded wordlessly, clutching onto her with a palpable desperation.

After a moment they sat down, Jughead leaning over and resting his head on her lap. Betty stroked his hair and he closed his eyes, finally allowing the exhaustion of the night to take hold.

Things were still broken. There was still a lot of work to do. But for now, none of that mattered. For now, all that mattered was being there. And that’s exactly what Betty intended to do.

This world is a very beautiful place.

Now it may have its gloomy days with the rain pouring down, hard - but if you would just stop, breathe, and take a look around, soaking in all its purity that it has to offer, you’ll find that its beauty is much more than you could ever hold.

—  c.f. // “after he left, I realized a thing or two”
Loki's Perspective: The Aftermath

Just a small conversation between Loki and Thor’s friends, discussing the banishment. The first thing to notice here is that while Odin realized what Loki was trying to show about Thor, his friends most certainly did not. All they can think about is how unfair it was to Thor to banish him and immediately start making plans to bring him back. 

This is of course mildly annoying to Loki. Through this whole scene, he seems to be thinking, Are you really this thick-headed? It’s his own fault! I can’t believe you would be so blind about him! Loki says “You saw how he was today,” but it’s really to point out that they didn’t. Not really. The idea that Thor is in the wrong never even occurs to them. Even when he’s brought war to the land, Thor is still perfect in their eyes, and Loki thinks they’re idiots for thinking it.

Also in this scene, Loki tells them that he told the guards where they were going. 

Volstagg: How did the guard even know?
Loki: I told him.
Fandral: What?
Loki: I told him to go to Odin after we’d left. He should be flogged for taking so long. We should have never reached Jotunheim.
Volstagg: You told the guard!?

And of course, The Warriors Three immediately act like Loki’s just stabbed Thor in the back by exposing their plans. Loki has to point out that they’d all be dead if it wasn’t for him. Once again, Thor can do no wrong, and Loki can do no right. 

And as soon as he leaves, Sif and The Warriors Three start thinking that he might actually be the traitor, with no facts or evidence other than the fact that he would be able to do it. The fact that he’s a magician is enough for them to think he’d betray the kingdom.

Really lovely friends you’ve got there Thor.

But Thor’s questionable choice of friends aside, Loki has bigger things to worry about. Such as that mysterious business with his hand….

Back to the Master Post

anonymous asked:

Howdy! Quick question to fire off before I start writing something that then becomes null and void because it's factually incorrect. If a student for some or another reason does not make it out from Under the Hill, does their Changeling replacement then just remain behind, or do they go back at the end of the year?

The changeling will go back if (when) it gets bored. If a student is never going to make it back, more dedicated changelings will imitate some kind of rapid wasting disease, leaving behind the traditional glamoured length of wood to fill a light coffin. If they just up and vanish, on the other hand, it’s up to the school to make something up.

"You Know They're Gonna Think You're Lovers, Right?" - Chapter 28 - neglectedrainbow - Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 28 of “You Know They’re Gonna Think You’re Lovers, Right?”

Normally, Evan is breaking.

This Evan, though… Jared thinks this Evan may already be broken.


Two instances where I think Asami’s makeup is tattooed. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, look, Jared knows you wouldnt make fun of him! He really loves you and cares about you, he trusts you not to play with him like that! I say send the letter, but thats just me. Just take a deep breath and think clearly, okay?

Yeah– yeah, I’ll do that! Jared knows I would never swear on my favorite tree as a joke. We got into a fight about it once.

W-well, guess I have a letter to finish, right?

anonymous asked:

Well Robert looks like a guy on the edge of a breakdown so thank good for Ryan's ability during bad episodes. I expected to feel down after this episode because it was never going to be on the same level as yesterday. I can't believe we got no reaction from paddy and vic was more annoyed about bex not telling her the truth?? I'm just going back to watching yesterday's scenes, we know they sort things on Monday and I believe the show is invested in robron so I'm disregarding today.

Sorry you sent me this on Friday nonnie I’m so terrible at replying to asks!!

Yeah Ryan absolutely killed it on Friday! Robert looked so on the edge, he was literally shaking when he grabbed Rebecca he just looked so desperate, and that scene in the pub toilets was brilliant. I really, really desperately want them to explore the impact this will all have for Robert - there’s so much to explore with his character and they’re doing such a disservice to him if they just sweep it all under the carpet. 

The total lack of Vic/Adam in these scenes is devastating me so much more that anything Rebecca is doing. You’re right Vic was so much more bothered about Bex lying to her than she was about Robert potentially destroying his marriage. I was convinced the whole reason for the parallel stories was to give us some Bartsy/Sudgen siblings scenes so WHERE ARE THEY?????!!?!?!?? I NEED THEM!!

But, I still didn’t hate what happened Friday though. It was poor writing but the context is that that Robert is a man desperate to see the end of his mistakes and to keep his husband, and Aaron is still in love with his husband but struggling to come to terms with what’s happened and the impacts of it. Rebecca thinks she knows Robert and refuses to take any responsibility for her role in it all, but Aaron is aware that he knows Robert better than anybody else and he isn’t gonna get taken in by her. We know he doesn’t. 

Just…give me more bartsy pleeeeaaaasseeeeee