Okay, but did anybody else notice this

Spoilers for The Creeping Shadow ahead.

So one of the most brilliant parts of “The Creeping Shadow” was Quill Kipps receiving the Orpheus Society’s ‘prototype’ goggles. And as we know, he was (adorkably) rather excited upon finding out they actually worked and used every spare moment he could to see the spirits lurking around Aldbury Castle.

So, did anyone notice that after Steve Rotwell’s visit, in the next chapter when Kipp’s is describing the ghosts he was seeing, he pointed out one haunting that I thought was particularly interesting.

‘And there!’ Kipps rotated, squinting through the goggles. ‘Two cloaked figures on the green. They’re standing close together, hoods down huddled like they’re sheltering from the cold. Ghost-fog’s rising from their capes. Now they’re breaking into a run…..They’re gone!….’

Upon first reading this, the capes he described brought to mind Lockwood’s parents’ Spirit Capes. Later however, when Lucy and Lockwood are, unknowingly, on the Other Side and begin to discover they haven’t made it back to the human world, their actions begin to mirror what Kipps addressed earlier.

‘As one we began to run. We pressed close together, hoods low over our faces against the cold. We cut across the green, boots thrumming on the hollow, frozen earth. Smoke poured from our icy capes, extending behind us like a comet’s tail.’

The sheltering from the cold, the smoking of the capes and the running across the green all match with Kipp’s earlier sighting!

As we know in the Lockwood and Co. universe, and as recently reinforced in “The Creeping Shadow”, the Talent that the children possess actually allows them to, essentially, enter the parallel land of the dead. When they utilise these gifts they connect with the world of spirits, however this travelling is less immersive and dangerous compared to Lucy and Lockwood’s accidental arrival through the Iron Chain. All of this is told to Lucy by the skull.

‘You sense the other world all the time – you’ve always had glimpses of it…’

We’ve also addressed in “The Hollow Boy” George’s ‘time sickness’ theory and his hypothesising and affirmation of Lucy’s question at the end of the third book, that yes, it is possible for ghosts to show both past, present and future. This reiterates the idea that time, for the children using Talents and the spirits that are haunting them, is circular.

‘They’re fixed in a particular place, but able to roam back and forwards across the years. If you follow that argument, why couldn’t they make predictions? Why shouldn’t they see things we don’t?’

 So yeah, I definitely think Kipps had a prophetic sighting of what was going to happen to Lucy and Lockwood hours before they actually ventured into the ‘place of blood’ or Rotwell facility and then later on with the Iron Chain to the Other Side.

Anyone else notice this?

p.s after lurking the Lockwood and Co. tags for like 3 years, I have finally decided to make a Tumblr account to share stuff like this and be involved with the fandom before the last book comes out, so hi. 

Short Story

A famous writer was in his study room. He picked up his pen and started writing :

**Last year, I had a surgery and my gall bladder was removed. I had to stay stuck to the bed due to this surgery for a long time.

**The same year I reached the age of 60 years and had to give up my favourite job. I had spent 30 years of my life in this publishing company.

**The same year I experienced the sorrow of the death of my father.

**And in the same year my son failed in his medical exam because he had a car accident. He had to stay in bed at hospital with the cast on for several days. The destruction of car was another loss.

At the end he wrote: Alas! It was such bad year !!

When the writer’s wife entered the room, she found her husband looking sad & lost in his thoughts. From behind his back she read what was written on the paper. She left the room silently and came back with another paper and placed it on side of her husband’s writing.

When the writer saw this paper, he found his name written on it with following lines :

**Last year I finally got rid of my gall bladder due to which I had spent years in pain….

**I turned 60 with sound health and got retired from my job. Now I can utilize my time to write something better with more focus and peace…..

**The same year my father, at the age of 95, without depending on anyone or without any critical condition met his Creator…..

**The same year, God blessed my son with a new life. My car was destroyed but my son stayed alive without getting any disability……

At the end she wrote:

This year was an immense blessing of God and it passed well !!!

The writer was indeed happy and amazed at such beautiful and encouraging interpretation of the happenings in his life in that year !!!

Moral : In daily lives we must see that its not happiness that makes us grateful but grate-fulness that makes us happy.

‘The grass looks greener on the other side’
Other side of what?

Because I have food on my plate, roof over my head, clothes, love, friends, a warm bed to rest my head on, education, happiness

So no, that’s bullshit because the grass looks pretty good on this side too

—  poems-she-wrote

Title: Home

Summary: Once Eliza arrives to the other side, she finally reunites with her family.

Fandom: Hamilton

Rating: T

Genre: Family

Footnotes: The other side is technically heaven, and everyone has died already..

Eliza’s time was up. Ninety-seven and weak, Eliza couldn’t move; she had no energy. She knew that this day would come, the day she would receive eternal life and arrive to the other side—where her loved ones are, her father, her children, her sisters, her friends—

Her husband, Alexander Hamilton.

She smiled as she remembered her loving husband. She remembered the effort she placed on spreading his name, preaching his story, as well as his friends’ stories. She smiles at the orphaned children holding her hands beside her. The children whom she raised, they are all grown into beautiful and handsome people. Her children were her pride, the only people who kept her motivated as her relatives had passed and moved to the other side.

“My children,” she said, her voice soft and dear, “don’t be afraid, we will see each other again, I promise.” She wiped the tears of the crying children as they went closer to hug their only mother figure.

“It’s only a matter of time, my children, and we’ll meet again.”

And with those words, her eyes started to flutter and slowly close, her hands slowly dropped to her side, an eternal sleep came over her—

And she took her last breath.

And when she thought death took over her, her eyes fluttered back open. She gasped as she felt her body being lifted to the other side. The other side—she was entering the other side. Her heart started beating in a fast pace as her body slowly turned back in age. She was getting younger, her body felt fresh, the burden of being old and wrinkly slowly disappeared. And when the she was finally ready, she entered the other side.

Everything was bright white, every person seemed to be dressed formally, and it was so peaceful, oh so peaceful. As she lay her first step on the other side, she saw them, all looked so gleeful as she entered. They were waiting for so long for her, Eliza. She laughed cheerfully as Philip Hamilton approached and hugged her. Her son’s smile made her outdone, so happy. Her sister, Angelica followed slowly after, her laughs filled Eliza’s ears.

“Welcome,” Angelica says in between her elated laughs, kissing her sister’s forehead afterwards. “It’s been so long, my dear Schuyler sister,” she called Margarita, or Peggy to join the hug, as it has been so long since the sisters has seen each other. Philip slowly backed away as the sisters had hugged, tears of joy forming at the corners of Eliza’s eyes.

“Angelica,” Eliza had sung beautifully, her eyes staring at the elder Schuyler sister.

“Eliza,” Peggy and Angelica sang in unison, holding hands.

“And Peggy,” the three all said together, giggling after the singing.

At the background, two men spoke, “The Schuyler Sisters,” they say as they approach the sisters happily. One was Alexander, who Eliza had hugged so tightly and kissed afterwards, and the other was Aaron Burr, who shyly greeted Eliza. He formally kissed Eliza’s hand, “Greetings, Mrs. Hamilton,” he says, his voice stuttering. Eliza gave him a small smile, hugging him as well.

“It’s okay,” Eliza whispered into his ear, “It’s not your fault,” she let go of the man, who just smiled and chuckled.

She scanned the background; the Theodosia’s were both waiting for Aaron, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison was talking calmly to John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan while George Washington was watching behind them with Martha. Eliza’s biological children were together, watching this reunion. Catherine and Philip Schuyler both watched happily with Eliza’s brothers and sisters. King George III was with his daughter, Amelia, talking with her lovingly.

And there was Maria Reynolds sitting beside her daughter, Susan Reynolds. Eliza slowly approached the female, who had spotted her and immediately whipped her head away. Her husband, Dr. Matthew was talking with some of his friends at the side. Maria Reynolds nervously stared at Eliza and back to her daughter, definitely thinking of running away.

“Please don’t go,” Eliza smiled dearly at the woman, holding her hand. Maria, terrified, looked down in sorrow and guilt, her eyes not staring at Eliza’s. Immediately, Eliza had hugged her, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t be afraid,” Eliza spoke to her, Maria slowly pushing her away in guilt.

“I forgive you.”

And with that, Maria immediately cried, hugging Eliza back. Her tears dropped against Eliza’s light blue dress. “I’m sorry,” Maria repeatedly said as Eliza, held her hand. Maria, confused, stared at her daughter. Susan just giggled and smiled, waving jokingly. Eliza then lead Maria somewhere, somewhere Eliza definitely wanted her to be.

“Really, Maria, I couldn’t blame you, you can never say no to my charming husband,” she said out loud, making Maria giggle. She could hear the sounds of Philip hurling at the back, and Maria and Eliza started laughing. Eliza stopped walking and presented her to the rest, her family. She grabbed the attention of the others, and introduced Maria to the others.

“Maria, this is my family, biological and non-biological. I want you to be part of it,” Eliza said to Maria, making her bite her lip nervously.

“You can’t be serious, I—I can’t.” Maria, ashamed, replied, but in a dash, Angelica and Peggy approached the woman and held her hands.

“You’re Maria, right?”

“Nice to meet you, why haven’t you come before?”

Slowly Maria was slowly socializing with Angelica and Peggy, walking with them somewhere else, dazzling with them. Eliza laughed as she gazed at the masterpiece on front of her—her husband reunited with her, families complete and enemies getting along. Eliza smiled at them—

She was finally at home.

How lucky were you, to have gone through something? To have cried so hard your eyes still stung in the morning, to have screamed so loud you can hardly speak afterward, to have had to run so fast you could hardly catch your breath afterward. That was so hard, I know. And I bet you’re still not over it. But you felt something, and feeling something is something many many people crave. And because you broke, you healed that much stronger. You learned how to get up. You learned how to take care of yourself. You’re okay. You’re so strong now. You survived. You lived.