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History is accidental necessity. It is made up entirely of hazards, coincidences that hang by a thread, armies suddenly held up by storm or snow, negligent or ingenious generals, unlooked-for conversations, unexpected encounters or deaths, plots successful or foiled, outlaws who escape and runaways who are caught, temperaments and inspirations that miraculously correspond to the needs and hopes of a place or age. But once history is inscribed on the unfolding hours, days, years, and centuries, it is more immutable than the course of rivers or the outline of volcanoes. Transparent and shifting as liberty, it becomes, as it unfolds, more immovable than nature. God himself can do nothing to change it. Yet the future will uncover now one face of it, now another. Thus, as Justus Dion points out, the historian’s work makes him more powerful than God. For God is master of the future only. History is a second creation, and it is the work of man, who alone can play with the past and revive it by his art: “The future belongs to God, but the past belongs to history.”
—  Jean d'Ormesson, The Glory of the Empire 
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They’re all laughing now, looking like a bunch of college kids taking a break after class as they dig into doughnuts. It wasn’t always this way, and they know just how fragile it is. Because what comes after laughter? For Williams, that moment when the giggles subside has always been the most captivating, she says. After laughter comes tears, as the expression goes, but for Paramore it’s a little different: After laughter comes the truth.

“Quand une chanson vous fait pleurer, mais que vous n'avez plus envie de pleurer, vous cessez de l'écouter.
Mais échapper à soi-même, c'est impossible. On ne peut pas décider de ne plus se voir. De couper le son à l'intérieur de sa tête.”

(Auteur : Jay Asher
Livre : “13 reasons why”)

Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin, to see the plumb line in Zerubbabel’s hand. - Zechariah 4:10
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It doesn’t matter if you’re an aspiring photographer, business owner, or you’re desiring more recognition at your work, or approval from your family, God wants to use you, small beginnings and all.
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It doesn’t matter what you have or haven’t accomplished by now. Now is not the time to look down on yourself or lose faith in what God can do. Don’t stop dreaming. Don’t stop journaling and writing down those things that you want to do to bring Him glory!
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This verse is a part of one of the eight visions God gave to the prophet Zechariah where He would reveal to Zechariah His plan for Israel. This vision here was about Zerubbabel, who was the head of the tribe of Judah and the one who would rebuild the temple in Jerusalem. What’s important to know is that while the temple needed to be built, it didn’t happen right away. The foundation was laid down, but it took years for the temple to be finished.
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Remember this in your life. It’s okay if you haven’t made the progress you thought you would have made by now. Don’t despise where you are right now. Keep trusting God because there is more ahead!
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It doesn’t matter if you work at a coffee shop or a law firm, understand that God uses every single day of your life to work together for good. Even when your tasks at work seem mundane, or customers or clients are wearing you down, you’re getting stronger in these moments. Day by day, God is refining you and preparing you for what is ahead.
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So keep planting seeds. Even when no one is looking. Even when you’re being overlooked. Because even if no one supports you or stands by you, God sees those that are being faithful and He honors that. He sees those who aren’t doing things for their own selfish gain and He blesses that.
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Those seeds will grow.
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Keep planting.
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Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

Do you ever ask yourself why? Why you didn’t take that chance? Why you didn’t put yourself out there? Why you didn’t pour your heart out the way you were dying to?
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Forget fear.

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stare through the mirror of the self, reflect the face of someone else (the bodyguard au) by bigchickcannibalistic

She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.

And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?

Sixth Queen Theory

Lauren is theorising again. Duck for cover people this will not end well. But I was having some Thoughts about the mystery sixth queen. I think the biggest theory for this so far is that she’s Feyre’s mother and I just…Can’t quite get on board with that, there’s something about it that bothers me. SO. Here is an alternative: 

‘I said, “Where is Father?” It felt like the only safe thing to say.
“In Neva,” Nesta said, naming one of the largest cities on the continent. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.” 

This is what Nesta says about her father’s absence when Feyre returns to her sisters in ACOMAF. But later on Feyre says this: 

“My father is away on business—and attending a meeting in Neva about the threat of Prythian.”
“Prythian?” Cassian said, twisting toward us. “Not Hybern?”
“It’s possible my sisters were mistaken—your lands are foreign to them. They merely said ‘above the wall.’ I assumed they thought it was Prythian.”

“Where is the sixth?”

The ancient queen, her blue gown heavy and rich, merely said, “She is unwell, and could not make the journey.” 

 In the letter the golden queen leaves for Rhys and the others she says this: 

Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.’ 

This is obviously what sparked the speculation but I don’t think the queen is Feyre’s mother and secretly stayed away for that. I think she was at that convention in Neva. And I think it was about the threat of Prythian. Not Hybern. Why bring that up again if not to hint at that idea? I think even then the queens were working with Hybern and Jurian. 

 “Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it.”

Jurian—the ancient warrior whose soul Amarantha had imprisoned within that hideous ring as punishment for killing her sister. The ring that contained his eye …

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Mor groaned, “Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”

 Why indeed did the king want to resurrect Jurian? The answer was that he became an emissary to the queens. 


“You made a very big mistake,” the king said to Rhysand, my mate’s arms banded around me, “the day you went after the Book. I had no need of it. I was content to let it lie hidden. But the moment your forces started sniffing around … I decided who better than to be my liaison to the human realm than my newly reborn friend, Jurian? He’d just finished all those months of recovering from the process, and longed to see what his former home had become, so he was more than happy to visit the continent for an extended visit.”

Indeed the queens smiled at him—bowed their heads. Rhys’s arms tightened in silent warning.

“The brave, cunning Jurian, who suffered so badly at the end of theWar—now my ally. Here to help me convince these queens to aid in my cause. For a price of his own, of course, but it has no bearing here. And wiser to work with me, my men, than to allow you monsters in the Night Court to rule and attack. Jurian was right to warn their Majesties that you’d try to take the Book—that you would feed them lies of love and goodness, when he had seen what the High Lord of the Night Court was capable of. The hero of the human forces, reborn as a gesture to the human world of my good faith. I do not wish to invade the continent—but to work with them.

 I feel like this all but proves this theory. We know that there is a summit happening in Neva, on the continent, that Feyre’s father attended to consider the threat that Prythian presents. We know that the Sixth Queen was missing during this time as well. We know that Jurian was sent as an emissary to the queens and that he visited the continent for an extended period of time. He was with the sixth mortal queen and those on the continent convincing them to ally with Hybern and go to war against Prythian. 

TL;DR: The queens were always working for Hybern and the Sixth was away not due to illness but because she was on the continent working to turn those people against Prythian and have them ally with Hybern. 

(I’m definitely making another post about Jurian because that….Is going to be relevant in ACOWAR and no-one is really talking about it that much but it scares me.) 

The key six: their new identities.

For me all the main 6 characters: (Tyrion,Sansa,Daenerys,Jon,Arya,Bran)
go through a change in their personality. In different circumstances, of course. 

I would separate them in three groups: Tyrion and Sansa (both create an alias, a bastard, so they cannot be found by Cersei, and they learn from it, they use their wits to create that personality), but they never forget their old selves (and I believe, both will refuse this “lie“ in the future of the story). 

Tyrion took a mordant pleasure in inventing the details of the colorful life of Hugor Hill, also known as Yollo, a bastard out of Lannisport. The best lies are seasoned with a bit of truth. The dwarf knew he sounded like a westerman, and a highborn westerman at that, so Hugor must needs be some lordling’s by-blow. Born in Lannisport because he knew that city better than Oldtown or King’s Landing, and cities were where most dwarfs ended up, even those whelped by Goodwife Bumpkin in the turnip patch.”- Tyrion ADWD 

Music soothes him,“ she corrected, "the high harp especially. It’s singing he can’t abide, since Marillion killed his mother.” Alayne had told the lie so many times that she remembered it that way more oft than not; the other seemed no more than a bad dream that sometimes troubled her sleep. “Lord Nestor will have no singers at the feast, only flutes and fiddles for the dancing.” What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne . . - (Alayne/Sansa)  TWOW.

Then there are Jon and Dany both messiah figures, both literally die and becoming  stronger version of themselves:

“Viserys was Mad Aerys’s son, just so. DaenerysDaenerys is quite different.” He popped a roasted lark into his mouth and crunched it noisily, bones and all. “The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire.” - Tyrion in ADWD

“Kill the boy and let the man be born.” The old man felt Jon’s face. “You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.” - Jon ADWD


There are then Bran and Arya whose alteregos are connected with gods (the old gods and the  Many-Faced God  respectively), both are like a “weapon” being trained by the tree eyed raven and the faceless men for a scope (also both i believe will reject this notion and return to their Stark identity) 

I should not be dreaming wolf dreams, the girl told herself. I am a cat now, not a wolf. I am Cat of the Canals. The wolf dreams belonged to Arya of House Stark. Try as she might, though, she could not rid herself of Arya. It made no difference whether she slept beneath the temple or in the little room beneath the eaves with Brusco’s daughters, the wolf dreams still haunted her by night … -Arya AFFC

Leaf touched his hand. “The trees will teach you. The trees remember.” He raised a hand, and the other singers began to move about the cavern, extinguishing the torches one by one. The darkness thickened and crept toward them.“Close your eyes,” said the three-eyed crow. “Slip your skin, as you do when you join with Summer. But this time, go into the roots instead. Follow them up through the earth, to the trees upon the hill, and tell me what you see."Bran closed his eyes and slipped free of his skin. Into the roots, he thought. Into the weirwood. Become the tree. For an instant he could see the cavern in its black mantle, could hear the river rushing by below. . - Bran ADWD