It took twenty minutes to lull Rosie back into a sound sleep. She was drowsy from the medicine, which helped, but she was clearly still feeling the effects of the fever, and the first couple of times John tried to lay her back down she woke back up with a miserable cry. Honestly, John thought as he held her close and walked her around the room, she might as well be Sherlock’s daughter if her appalling timing was anything to go by.
He was torn between feeling grateful and regretful at her interruption. He had still been able to feel Sherlock’s warmth clinging to him as he’d climbed the stairs to get her, but it had dissipated more and more every second like steam rising from the surface of a pond on a cold day, lovely and impossible to hold on to. But maybe it was better this way; maybe they needed a few moments to cool off, to map out this new territory before they lost themselves in it.
He sighed and pressed his lips to Rosie’s head, hushing her with soothing words. She turned her head into his shoulder, sniffling, and let her eyes close, one fist clutching at the worn collar of his t-shirt. Music drifted up through the floorboards, the delicate notes of Sherlock’s violin wending their way through the flat.
John smiled; he recognized the tune. He didn’t know the name of it, but it was what Sherlock always played when Rosie couldn’t sleep. He’d been meaning to ask if it was one of Sherlock’s own compositions because it resembled a lullaby, but it wasn’t one John had ever heard before. The thought alone made John ache to return downstairs and finish what they’d started.
Rosie’s breathing slowly evened out, deep and steady, as Sherlock’s music drifted around them, and John gently lowered her back down into her crib; she sighed and curled up around her blanket but didn’t wake. John held onto the edge of the crib and watched her a moment longer, strangely nervous all of a sudden. Which was ridiculous, he thought, since he knew that the only thing awaiting him downstairs was what he’d always wanted.
But perhaps that was just it. He and Sherlock had never been able to get to this place before; there had always been something standing between them, death and marriage and chaos keeping them apart. And now that he was here, now that this new life was his to take…he was afraid he wouldn’t know how to keep it.
He shut his eyes, breathing in and out, attempting to calm the rapid beating of his heart. When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it, he pushed away from Rosie’s crib and took the stairs with slow, even steps.
You know, one of the things I love about the rings, is the fact that the YOI staff could have left them at:
Yuuri giving Victor the ring… a lucky charm for the upcoming final, a form of strength for both, the end.
But minutes after this scene, WE GET THE OFFICIAL CONGRATULATIONS.
AND THE FINAL CONFIRMATION.
They were really trying to convey the rings meaning. It was never meant to be just a gift, but a much bigger promise for their future. By not being subtle about it, they manage to make a decision about what the rings would stand for in their relationship (MARRIAGE), and they took it all the way like they should.
Inquisition Companions (and advisors) reacting to someone purposely misgendering a trans inquisitor?
Cassandra: In truth it takes Cassandra a moment to register the insult. Once the Inquisitor had told her what their gender was she had cemented it in her mind and given it no more thought, and so she is not at first sure to whom the stranger is referring to. But when the words strike home she is furious, and woe betide them if they are not already apologzing before she gets a hold of them or draws steel.
“The Inquisitor fights for us all, to save your pathetic life. Apologize now, or I will spare them the burden of your future.”
Solas: There’s anger, and then there is the icy disdain that floods from the elf. There were elves in Arlathan who were either born the wrong gender or were simpy more comfortable living as the opposite sex and he has seen memories of others in the fade. But the hatred was new- not that humans disdaining what was different was something he’d not seen- and he does not tolerate it.
“Are you blind as well as stupid? Address your Herald correctly, or I will make it so address no one again.”
Sera: Big mistake. Big. Mistake. If they won’t let the Red Jenny put an arrow through their eye than Sera begins the loudest, most vulgar verbal beatdown she can summon. Halfway through the person probably begins to run, and is followed by hurled insults (and possibly rocks). She pranks them mercilessly if they stay in Skyhold, and nowhere is safe once they leave.
“Nob headed shitebrained pissbucket nugeater! Get your friggin eyes checked before you talk to the Inquizzy like that, or I’ll make you say what!”
Varric: Well, there goes that person’s financial success. And possibly their ability to sit comfortably, if Bianca is in the mood to doll out justice. But his biggest joy comes in watching them sweat.
“I’d start running if I were you. Sister Nightengale probably already knows where you live, and the Seeker here…well, you don’t want to see what she can do with a knife.”
Vivienne: Like the Marquis before them Madame de Fer has no issue with freezing the hapless fool solid before delivering her icy response.
“Really, darling, I’m disappointed. Of all the insults you might have chosen for our Herald you went with the most crass and least effective to benefit your cause. Such barbs are poisonous only to the wielder, my dear– though I imagine you already know that.”
If the Herald is too upset she will shatter them, but if not she lets them go and then plots some further political reprimand.
Blackwall: He draws steel, size and armor and title all factors designed to intimidate as he crowds the speaker.
“The Herald of Andraste has sacrificed much to keep us safe, and you have the balls to insult them for it? Ungrateful bastard, clear out before I ‘mistake’ you for darkspawn.”
After they leave he claps the Inquisitor on the shoulder, gruffly comforting. “Don’t let those dogs shake you. You are who you are, and that’s all that matters.”
Dorian: The South is barbaric in it’s own ways, but that the Herald is almost universally accepted is incredibly progressive in it’s own way. The mage is still not sure what to do with that, but when it comes to trading insult for insult there is no one better than an altus from Tevinter to have as a champion.
“Charming, truly, your choice of insult. Rather stupid to go blurting it around here though, where so many sharp pointy things are just lying about. But don’t worry if anything does happen. I happen to be remarkably good at reanimation, one of the many hobbies I picked up in the Imperial Circles.”
He lets his magic glow around his hand, and his smile is far from friendly. “Where there are no Templars to teach us right from wrong. Shall I give you a head start?”
The Iron Bull: If the person is very lucky they go down with only a lightly fractured face when the Qunari decks them. If they don’t he has them by the throat, and they get to learn how intimidating a one eyed stare can be.
“You better step real careful now, friend. You’ve got about ten seconds to apologize or run before I tell my Lieutenant exactly where to find you and what makes you cry– and he will take even more pleasure from dismembering you than I will.”
Cole: “Cruel and arrogant, saying the wrong name for the wrong body, shake them up so that you get out on top, make the Herald fear you. That’s not how it works. You have to pull the not until it tangles and the nightmare comes out. Stuck in the dark, crying out but no one listens, all alone with the strange boy, always talking talking talking.”
No one is exactly sure where the stranger or Cole goes after that, but he isn’t seen in Skyhold again.
Cullen: It would be a mistake to forget that Commander Cullen fights more than just paperwork. He bodily drags the offender through Skyhold, his hands fisted in their collar or belt as a small contigent of soldiers with weapons drawn follows.
“You made a mistake coming here, and mistakes can kill. I’m going to give you five minutes to leave this fortress, or these men here will help you do so.” Dragging their face to his he makes his voice very low and very quiet when he adds “No one checks the snowdrifts on the south side of this castle, and spring is a long way away. Make the right choice.”
Josephine: She is furious and insists that the stranger leave immediately. Her outrage is very calm and very diplomatic, and she focuses her immediate energy on making sure the Herald is alright. If the strangers finances and social standing and marriage falls about after that she certainly could not attest to any knowledge of that fact.
None at all.
Lelianna: All anyone ever knows is that it involves four ravens, three soldiers, a terrifying number of shoes and temporary use of the ramparts. Needless to say the stranger is never seen or heard from again.
Fic where Draco and Hermione got together and had a baby girl. Draco was still pretty cold but throughout the fic he becomes more caring. Eventually they have another girl named Ara... Draco and Hermione get closer. In the end they get together and Draco loves all of them la la la happy ending.
Precious Things - herbeautifullie - T, one-shot - It’s a pure feeling – so human that some days, he doesn’t understand it – and he struggles more and more to not suddenly reach over and touch her all on his own.
This video has such a strong message. But really..imagine a world where being gay was the normal thing and being straight was the weird thing. Its the exact same now. I’m shamed to live in a society where being gay is banned in 13 states in the USA. You should be allowed to be the person you love regardless of their gender.
Here where I live, if you’re gay..we’ll you hug you & love you even more for coming out and being honest with the people around you.
Before Christmas, I was in religion class and we were talking about things we believe/not believe in& people said santa, tooth fairy etc. I turned around and said to my teacher gay marriage in beliefs. She said we’ll just put marriage for now, I asked why not gay marriage & and she came right up to my face & said these words exactly “God chose Adam & Eve for sex to be between a man and a woman not 2 men and 2 woman, i think its disgusting for 2 men or 2 woman to get married it should ’not be allowed at all”. The whole class was completely shocked at what she had just said. At this point I felt like screaming at her, I said to her “so if you daughter or son, cousins, brother or sister, aunt or uncle, came out saying they were gay, you’d disown them?”. She looked at me straight in the eyes and told me to get out of her classroom, I got up and said to her “You’re a horrible person, gay people should be allowed to get married and be with each other in every country of this world.”.That was the day I got detention for standing up for gay people, what she didn’t know was myself and 4 other girls in that class were bisexual/lesbian. I had told my principle what had happen and I got that teacher suspended from the school for 3 weeks for teaching us her beliefs, and not Gods.
EQUAL RIGHTS SHOULD BE ALLOWED, NOT MATTER RACE, RELIGION OR BELIEFS.
thanks for reading. x
god like. in the season five dvd commentary rob and charlie were sitting around saying, “mac and dennis are gay, they’re clearly gay, there’s no arguing that they’re closeted homosexuals, they’re unconsummated and it’s very subliminal” and if you think about that and if you think about how the first two episodes of season six are like, mac melting down about the evils of gay marriage, standing in front of dennis saying, “two dudes having sex - what do you get from that? nothing!” and then dennis’s literal immediate response being to track down the high school ex-girlfriend he hasn’t seen in a decade, marry her that same day, and kick mac out of the apartment… and then two days later divorce her because his new wife thinks he’s spending too much time with mac and that there’s something gay going on between him and mac… like it’s too much
“What the divorce regime has done is to infect with transience what ought to be the most intimate and enduring of human bonds. It has eradicated from our minds the very idea of a complete and irrevocable self-donation. It is easy to be loyal when loyalty costs you nothing. But when the hard times come, as come they must; when conversation is strained, and even the bed brings no real pleasure; when the future seems but an interminable stretch of cloud and rain; then only the vow stands between marriage and divorce, and then it is that married couples most need the moral suasion and support of a genuine culture about them. To say, ‘We will not hold you to your vow’ is to say, in effect, ‘You cannot really make a vow to begin with.’
But it is essential to our humanity to promise ourselves; we can only find happiness by giving away our pursuit of it; we know joy when we open ourselves up to its free arrival; it is better to be chosen than to choose. Many men and women in difficult marriages would learn these things eventually, if we did our duty by them and held them to their vows when they were weak.” — Anthony Esolen, Defending Marriage
Saint Valentine is a widely recognized third-century Roman saint commemorated on February 14 and since the High Middle Ages is associated with a tradition of courtly love.
All that is reliably known of the saint commemorated on February 14 is his name and that he was martyred and buried at a cemetery on the Via Flaminia close to the Ponte Milvio to the north of Rome on that day. It is uncertain whether St. Valentine is to be identified as one saint or the conflation of two saints of the same name. Several different martyrologies have been added to later hagiographies that are unreliable.
Because so little is reliably known of him, in 1969 the Catholic Church removed his name from the General Roman Calendar, leaving his liturgical celebration to local calendars. The Roman Catholic Church continues to recognize him as a saint, listing him as such in the February 14 entry in the Roman Martyrology and authorising liturgical veneration of him on February 14 in any place where that day is not devoted to some other obligatory celebration in accordance with the rule that on such a day the Mass may be that of any saint listed in the Martyrology for that day. Saint Valentine’s Church in Rome, built in 1960 for the needs of the Olympic Village, continues as a modern, well-visited parish church.
Father Frank O’Gara of Whitefriars Street Church in Dublin, Ireland, tells the story of the man behind the holiday—St. Valentine.
“He was a Roman Priest at a time when there was an emperor called Claudias who persecuted the church at that particular time,” Father O’Gara explains. ” He also had an edict that prohibited the marriage of young people. This was based on the hypothesis that unmarried soldiers fought better than married soldiers because married soldiers might be afraid of what might happen to them or their wives or families if they died.”
“I think we must bear in mind that it was a very permissive society in which Valentine lived,” says Father O’Gara. “Polygamy would have been much more popular than just one woman and one man living together. And yet some of them seemed to be attracted to Christian faith. But obviously the church thought that marriage was very sacred between one man and one woman for their life and that it was to be encouraged. And so it immediately presented the problem to the Christian church of what to do about this.”
“The idea of encouraging them to marry within the Christian church was what Valentine was about. And he secretly married them because of the edict.”
Valentine was eventually caught, imprisoned and tortured for performing marriage ceremonies against command of Emperor Claudius the second. There are legends surrounding Valentine’s actions while in prison.
“One of the men who was to judge him in line with the Roman law at the time was a man called Asterius, whose daughter was blind. He was supposed to have prayed with and healed the young girl with such astonishing effect that Asterius himself became Christian as a result.”
In the year 269 AD, Valentine was sentenced to a three part execution of a beating, stoning, and finally decapitation all because of his stand for Christian marriage. The story goes that the last words he wrote were in a note to Asterius’ daughter. He inspired today’s romantic missives by signing it, “from your Valentine.”
“What Valentine means to me as a priest,” explains Father O’Gara, “is that there comes a time where you have to lay your life upon the line for what you believe. And with the power of the Holy Spirit we can do that —even to the point of death.”
Valentine’s martyrdom has not gone unnoticed by the general public. In fact, Whitefriars Street Church is one of three churches that claim to house the remains of Valentine. Today, many people make the pilgrimage to the church to honour the courage and memory of this Christian saint. Below is the Shrine of St Valentine in Whitefriar Street, Carmelite Church in Dublin, Ireland.
You had first met John when you were eighteen. Some of your friends had dragged you round to The Garrison to celebrate your birthday. You complained for most of the night, expressing how much you wanted to be at home but in the long run, it ended up being the best night of your life. Purely because it was the night that you met John.
People had told you about the Shelby brothers but you wasn’t a person to judge. You didn’t know them, so you couldn’t possibly listen to the rumours or speculations that surrounded them. Admittedly, when John first approached you, you was nervous. He easily picked up on this and used it to his advantage to make you flustered, something that he still did to this day. After spending all night with him, you came to the conclusion that the negative rumours were completely wrong. He was the nicest guy you had ever met, and he was definitely a looker.