julia tells a story

anonymous asked:

I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.

would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats. 

jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.

a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood” written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –

it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras. 

no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)

there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.

red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out. 

the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.

it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago? 

then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel. 

they mourn quietly, but they mourn.

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thb headcanons

-merle has a fanny pack full of snacks and colorful bandaids for the other boys

-magnus likes to carry the boys around a lot. most of the time its because merle needs to see something up high and sometimes taakos just Not Feelin It™ and if magnus notices either he just. picks them up

-merle deffo has a bunch of wallet photos of his kids and the boys but he never shows them to anyone

-magnus is super super emotional and hugs people a lot, either for their comfort or his

-taako has really shaky hands and scratches his wrists when hes deep in thought

-they all know each other pretty well by now probably and can tell if the others aren’t doing so well, like merle gets super angry/grumpy, magnus kinda shuts off and talks quieter, taako stutters a lot and breathes a lil faster than normal

-magnus always knows when someone needs emotional support or validation, even if they’re in another room

-magnus loves showing off his many pictures of Julia to the other boys and telling stories of the stuff they did together (and probably gets sad about it)

-taako has bad bad nightmares and a lot of the time will sleepwalk/sleeptalk and it freaks everyone out

Part One: Chapter Six, Part Two

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November 1st, 1744;
Somewhere between Inverness and Lallybroch, Scotland.


The channel crossing was uneventful to say the least. Jamie spent the entire voyage passed out drunk on his bunk, and Julia joined him in peaceful slumber for most of it. The overland leg of our journey was proving to be more of a challenge.

“Stop. I can’t take this,” I said, reigning in my horse and dismounting in one movement. “Please, Jamie, give her to me.”

Jamie brought his mount up next to me and handed down our screaming daughter. He was handling her tears about as well as I was, his face drawn in concern. “I’m sorry, Sassenach, I canna settle her.”

I had made sure she was fed and dry when we left the inn, but the combination of irregular movement, inclement weather, and increased tension was enough to tip Julia right over the edge of colic and into the chasm of complete and utter despondency.

I sat down on a wet boulder, back to the road, and loosened the blankets she was bundled in. Taking a swift look at her nappy, I found it still dry. She had just eaten and wasn’t acting hungry, but loosened my stays just in case. Julia wasn’t even the slightest bit interested in nursing. I held her hands in mine and checked another item off the list: she wasn’t cold. The weather was stereotypically Scottish, rainy and chilly. We had taken great pains to shelter Julia from the elements, but, still, November was not an ideal month for an infant to travel.

Not wet, not hungry, not cold.

“What is it, darling? Will you please show me what’s wrong?” I begged my infant daughter, pulling my earasaid tighter around us both.

 I tried everything I could think of. I rocked, I patted, I walked, I bounced: everything that usually worked and then some. After ten fruitless minutes, I lowered myself back down on the rock and joined Julia in her misery, my hot tears warming chilled cheeks.

Jamie knelt beside me and took my face in his hands, “What can I do, mo chridhe?”

“I don’t know,” I sobbed.

“Then let me tell ye what I ken, aye?” He wiped my tears away with his thumb, caressing my cheekbone.

He was calm. How in bloody hell could he be so calm when his daughter had been for over an hour and showed no signs of stopping?

His voice was low and even, steady and sure as the massive boulder I was sitting on. His eyes were clear and bright, never straying from mine. His gaze loosened the stronghold of panic on my heart. It always did.

“I ken I love ye more than life itself and, in spite of all the heartache I’ve caused ye, I ken ye love me too. I ken that ye are the most beautiful woman this side of heaven. I ken ye are a wonderful mother to our bairn and ye are doing everything in your power to make sure she is well and happy.”

Julia let out a shriek that told her father just exactly how far from happy she was, making Jamie smile at the perfect timing. “I also ken that she is your daughter and canna resist speaking her mind.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his wry grin, “Oh, my daughter, is she? She’s a stubborn Scot if I ever met one.”

“Oh, aye. I ken that too, Sassenach.” He brought his face close, his nose nuzzling my neck. “But I ken it’s her stubborn, warrior’s spirit that will keep her wi’ us.”

“That’s what Master Raymond called her. Did I tell you that? He said she was my petit guerrier.”

“Aye, ye did and she is that,” he agreed as he gently took Julia from my arms. “Let me have a turn wi’ mo beag laoch.”

“Leoch?” I raised an eyebrow.

He smiled and shook his head, “Nae, but it sounds close, Sassenach. Laoch is a warrior or hero.”

With that, he rose and began his usual calming routine.

The two of them had become inseparable in the weeks after Jamie retuned to me. They had their own secret language, similar to the whispers of motherhood, but something indescribably unique. He tucked her up firmly against his chest, swaying gently, murmuring Gaelic reassurances in her ear. They walked back and forth in front of me. With each pass, Julia became less and less distraught. Soon, Julia settled into contentment and was silent. Jamie stopped pacing in front of me, grinning from ear to ear.

I glared back up at him, “That’s not fair.”

“Aye, well, dinna fash, Sassenach, I think ye had her most of the way there. Do the two of ye want to try the wagon with Murtagh?” He helped me up from the rock and lead us back towards the horses.

“No,” I responded immediately, shuddering at the thought of bumping along in a poorly made wagon on deeply rutted roads with a colicky three month old. ”I think she should ride with you again. You seemed to have charmed her into silence, maybe you can get her fall asleep.”

Jamie apparently took my suggestion as a personal challenge, for less than twenty minutes later, Julia had settled into a shallow slumber as we plodded thru the dripping Scottish Highlands. The road, more like a path at this point, began to discourage side-by-side travel, forcing me to fall in line behind them. Fergus had joined me in the saddle when we remounted and seemed to be dozing as well. He leaned heavily against my back, arms loose about my waist.

I watched Jamie turn this way and that, taking in the beauty of his homeland. I could hear him speaking, but the wind swept away his words before I could make out what he was saying. His voice was animated, and I could only imagine the stories he was telling Julia. Heeling my mount when the road finally allowed, I pulled up along side him.

“How’s she doing?” I asked nervously. I knew she wasn’t crying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t unhappy.

He peeked under his plaid and smiled down at his daughter, “She’s found her thumb, Sassenach. All is well.”

anonymous asked:


Hahahaha. Yes, I did meet Miles Kane in a bar in Dublin. Once.

Yes, that is Julia and yes that is Miles in a bar occupying the same space. I’ll tell you the story but don’t tell Julia, because we have successfully kept this a relatively small secret for one year and three months.

One night in Dublin, Ireland, Julia and I went to a bar after seeing TLSP. (After night 1) We made new friends that day and they were like “oh let’s go here!” so we did. I finally experienced warm cider, Julia and I danced around to the Strokes, it was 10/10 a great time. Anyway, we’re minding our own business when I see some members of TLSP stroll to the bar to order drinks. (Tyler and Loren.) No sooner did Miles Kane and Zach Dawes saunter in. It was wild. Julia died. (Actually, she made the exact shocked face emoji at Miles, which naturally he repeated to her.) She lost her mind. I don’t know if she’s been the same since. Sometimes she comes over and we lie on my bedroom floor and retell the entire night to each other to remember every detail. So that picture from the bar that is her favorite picture of her and Miles, is this story. That’s about it. We stayed super late, watched the sunrise as we walked to our place, she gave her soul to Miles Kane, etc.

And before you ask, no Alex wasn’t there. I don’t think that Alex can just casually stroll into a bar like that. Which, honestly, was a blessing because could you imagine me having to take care of a blubbering Julia AND deal with that? I had to hold her up like, at least seven times. We’d both be a hot mess, and make complete fools of ourselves. One of us had to stay composed. ;)

John teases Meg about having had a crush on Jeff, so Meg teases John back and calls Becky his girlfriend. John then sits there grinning and thinking about Becky until classic jealous Julia ruins it all by soiling Becky’s name.

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11 Times ‘Wishbone’ Taught Us Everything We Needed To Know About Life

3. When he taught us about the timeless adorableness of Jensen Ackles.

That’s right, folks. Baby Jensen Ackles appeared in a 1996 episode of “Wishbone”: “Viva Wishbone!” Jensen played Michael, a young man who has recently lost his mother. Joe becomes jealous of the attention Ellen is paying Jensen — er, Michael — until family friend Senora Julia tells Joe the story of Juan Diego. Literature solves all problems.


So I have a little story for everyone, whether you care or not, here it is: When I was seven years old, Neil Gaiman came to my city and my mom and I went to his talk and book signing. I bought a copy of The Wolves in the Walls and we stood in a long line. My mother fidgeted nervously, though I could tell she didn’t want me or anyone else to notice, for in her purse she carried, a box of black tea. Tea. Tea. For Neil Gaiman. One of the coolest people ever. So there we both are, standing about in line, a multitude of different people in front of us (including a gothic man in his twenties who was taking a vow of silence who asked to read my copy of The Wolves in the Walls via a little paper slip that he had fished out a silver cigarette case). When our turn finally arrived, we hobbled over to Neil and he asked our names and made brief, friendly conversation and got our books signed in a quick, organized fashion. Before thanking him, my mom opened her purse and said that she had a box of tea for him. He smiled and exclaimed in delight that he had been milling about with a sore throat and that he was over the moon about this heavenly gift of tea. Then the unthinkable and unanticipated happened; he said, and I quote, “Come here.” My mom took a few steps forward, a he embraced her and gave her a sweet little cheek kiss. Here I was, my wee seven year old self, my brain going, “HOLY COW HE JUST KISSED MY MOM." She just stood there. Awestruck. he thanked us once more, and I waved and smiled and thanked him, my mom just nodded, still not quite sure what had just happened, and I led her off. Upon reaching outside, the cool autumn air fresh on our faces, my mother’s face was still a mask of surprise and disbelief, "He kissed me." Yeap, he sure did, mom.

Nine years later, she still flushes the tiniest bit every time this endeavor is mentioned. Thanks for making it this far if you actually read this, and if Neil Gaiman finds this, congrats on sweeping my mother off her feet and for retweeting her those few times, she’s very grateful. And to everyone else, behold the power of what tea can do.

nothing lasts forever - chapter 2

Summary: after 8 years of marriage, Taylor Swift and Calvin Harris are in the middle of a divorce being closely watched by the media. Between protecting their kids from the attention and moving on with the divorce, life (and truths) can be tougher than expected for these two superstars.

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did you eat the pomegranate, child? 
did you take from the bosom of the darkness? 
do you wonder why can’t you return, 
      why can’t you return? 
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anonymous asked:

Not to be that person but there also certainly isn't a tattoo there and his mouth seems fine and yet they felt the need to take those pap pics and show that bandage off soooo *stares into camera*

i knowwwwww, just tell me the story already!

At first he thought she wouldn’t reply. She stared at the tip of her cigarette, frowning. But then Julia began to tell Martin about Valentina, in halting words; he coaxed each story from her until the words began to create the Valentina who would now live in Julia’s mind. Julia spoke of Valentina for hours, and Martin mourned for the girl he had met only fleetingly, a few afternoons ago.

Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry 

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