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Wizard World Con 2017 Recap

Friday

I fist bumped Gene Simmons. That was the highlight of the fucking day.

Saturday

I met the Core Four!

First, I met Cole. I was first in line to meet him and I was nervous AF. He was literally the coolest and most fun. I adore him. He isn’t a snobbish celebrity in any way whatsoever. He’s the celebrity that’s down-to-earth af. He basically came over to his booth and was like “IDK what I’m doing” and I said that this was my first con and he said “Mine too.” As he began to sign the autograph, the lady next to him gave me a slip of paper with my name on it so as Cole handed the photo back to me, i stuck the little piece of paper on top of it and he smiled and took it back, personalizing it. Then I asked him if I could shake his hand and he smiled and said “Put her there!” and we shook his hands (his handshake is so firm and warm omfg).

Then I met Lili!

First thing I said when I greeted her was “Hi, daddy!” She smiled and was like “YES.” I talked to her about her tweet from earlier about Cole being “a daddy wannabe” and how she was the real daddy hands down and she was like, “Good. Tell Cole that.” God, I love her.

Then I met Camila!

I told her how I adored her dance moves in the dance-off episode and I asked her that if Lili is daddy, does that make her mommy and she was like, “Absolutely.” And I was like, “What’s KJ then? KJ Papa?” and she was like, “Nah.” and I joked around and said, “So he’s nothing then?” and she laughed at that and agreed.

Finally, there was KJ!

I wasn’t sure what to talk to him about so I showed him a meme about him which he liked and then I asked him, “Did you really break your hand during that ice breaking scene” and he said he did and I was like “Wow dude, you’re a badass” and he and the lady next to him laughed at that and then I took a selfie with him and went on my way. 

Then I went to a panel for the four of them (I filmed a little bit of it) and people asked them pretty good questions. One was, “Lili, what was it like kissing Cole?” and everyone was howling and going crazy and she just blushed while Cole was looking at her like, “Ay yo go on, Lili, tell everyone what it was like.” TBH I really wouldn’t be surprised if they were dating (especially since their arms were hanging around each other during the photos ops even when photos weren’t being taken unlike Camila and KJ).

Lastly, I did a photo op with the four of them (which I’ll post tomorrow) and I didn’t have any time to talk to them then; it was literally go in and go out. I told them, “See you for season two!” and then left. 

And that was my day. :)

Coming Home

Summary: Phil’s away in the military and Dan is by himself with their young son, Mason. Phil promises Dan that one day he’s coming home.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Beta: Trinity ( @htmlpinof

A/N: This is short and not the best thing I’ve written (sorry) . I’ve just been busy with school and finishing work for the end of the year. I promise something much better I’ll have soon hopefully. I have a few prompts in my inbox I need to write to. 


Dear Dan,

I know I said I would be home for Christmas but I just can’t get there. I’m so sorry. I tried to get my commander to let me, I just couldn’t. It’s too dangerous for any of us to leave, and Chris can’t even leave to go see PJ.

I miss you so much Bear, it’s unreal. There is nothing to do here anymore but sit around and wait. Wait for what though, I have absolutely no idea. It’s stupid, none of us get to go home.

It’s not fair to you or Mason, but I’m trying, I swear I am.

You just have to hold on, okay bear? I promise I’m coming home. Don’t let whatever is scaring you right now take control. If you’re scared I won’t ever come home, don’t let that make you think crazy okay? I am coming home.

Just remember, even if it seems like I’m worlds apart, I’m always right there.

Tell Mason I love him so much and that I’m sorry about this. I’ll make it up to the little guy eventually.

Merry Christmas Bear.

Wait before I go, is it snowing out? I know you love having a white Christmas. Take a picture and send it to me? I miss home and spending Christmas surrounded by sand and the desert isn’t very seasonal don’t you think? Also it’s like one million degrees and I swear I’m melting and no I’m not being dramatic for once.

Okay now I really have to go. Just remember that I love you so so so much Dan. I’ll be home soon, remember that please?

~ Phil

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papasuke + sarada headcanons

  • throughout sakura’s pregnancy, sasuke was scared shitless; orochimaru was obsessed with all things related to life—including childbirth. he knew just how many things could possibly go wrong in a pregnancy and did everything in his power to keep sakura healthy and safe
  • when sarada was born, sasuke cried (and swore sakura and tsunade to secrecy)
  • sasuke teaches sarada how to walk on water during bath time
  • sarada first activates her sharingan when she’s really young, thinking about how her papa left and how much she misses him
  • as a child sarada had an overt crush naruto and kakashi. it mortified sasuke particularly when she claimed she was going to marry one of them when she was older
  • sasuke likes taking long walks with sarada (he especially likes when she starts to get tired and reaches for his hand)
  • sasuke’s happiest when watching sakura and sarada play in the yard; he likes the view of the uchiha crests on their backs
  • sarada used to be weary of her aunt ino, despite her being her mother’s best friend, as she used to hear stories about ino crushing on sasuke
  • sasuke and sarada have a secret signal for when to activate their sharingan
  • sarada spends a lot of time in the mirror looking at herself, sharingan activated, perfecting her pout
  • when she first wakes up, sarada’s hair resembles sasuke’s genin haircut
  • sarada reminds sasuke a lot of itatchi
  • sasuke never believed in “baby talk” and thus refused to dim down his words when talking to sarada, the result being that at four years old she was calling bortuo an usuratonkachi loudly and proudly
  • it’s sasuke who braids and brushes sarada’s hair before bed
  • sarada and sasuke spend a lot of time laying in the grass on hot days talking about anything and anything. she likes it when papa tells her stories about him and uncle naruto and his travels. he likes it when she tells him about her mama and new skills she’s learned
  • sarada’s has a comprehensive collection of sasusaku onesies, including but not limited to ones that mimic sasuke’s susanno, katsuyu, aoda, garuda, and a police officer
  • sarada and sasuke have matching ponchos
  • instead of bedtime stories, sarada asks sasuke to tell her stories of him has a genin
  • (he opts to one up her proposal and shows her with genjutsu; she thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world)
  • garuda is her favorite of her parents’ summons
  • sarada hates tomatoes, but has a garden in her window sill where she grows them for her papa
  • when sarada sees a picture of her grandpa for the first time she vows to become police captain like him and sasuke is thrilled (he knows they would have loved her)
Moments. Chapter 3: Pretending

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

Prompt: Hi! I really love your writings so I decided to send you a prompt even though I know it will get some time to see it written… could you write something about Yousana being together (seriously) but they haven’t told anyone yet and then Yousef gets invited for dinner at her home with her parents (by one of Sana’s parents or Elias)… and just Yousana acting a bit awkward because they don’t want Sana’s family to suspect anything. Thank you in advance!


Chapter 3: Pretending

She smiled to herself and closed the window going back inside her room. The boys were in the backyard, talking about their stuff. Yousef hadn’t been paying much attention since he had been texting Sana. As soon as Sana told him that she was in the window he had looked up straight at her and smiled making Sana’s heart skip a beat.

Now she couldn’t stop thinking about him, she needed to find something to be entertained or she would go crazy. Maybe if she studied…

-x-

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She went downstairs to the living room, stopped for a moment to look at herself in the mirror and opened the door. Elias, Mutta, Mikael, Adam and Yousef were inside.

“Hi” she said smiling “I just want to get a book and I’ll leave you alone”

“It’s fine, sis.” Elias said

Sana nodded and smiled at him. She could feel Yousef’s eyes on her but she didn’t want to look at him or she would get lost in him.

“What was that?” Elias asked

Sana frowned confused

“You just smiled at me”

“And?” Sana asked

“And now you’re talking to me. What happened? You spent weeks not talking to me and now you’re all smiley and talking”

“You’re not the center of the universe, Elias. Everything is not about you” she said rolling her eyes.

She walked to the shelf. Yousef was leaning against it with his arms crossed on his chest. Coincidence? Nope, the boy knew Sana was coming for a book and he was waiting for her. She stood there facing the shelf while she looked for the book she needed, closed enough to Yousef to feel his presence, but far enough for her to concentrate. She felt his eyes on her and from the corner of her eyes she looked at him and saw him smiling. She shook her head slightly and smiled to herself, “master of pretending”, sure.

“Need help?” Yousef asked her

“Huh?”

“Need help? You seem like you can’t find what you’re looking for”

Oh, it’s just this blue book about biology my father has and…” Sana started to explain

“This one?” he said pointing at the book that was right in front of her

“Yes…that one” she picked it from the shelf blushing “Thanks”

“My pleasure” he said biting his lip and nodding

She looked at him and he showed her a wide smile that made her blush even more. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her so she cleared her throat, excused herself and got out of the living room as fast as she could. She closed the door and leaned against it searching for her phone.

“Who are you talking to?”

Sana looked up and found her mom staring at her in the hallway

“What?”

“Who are you talking to? You were smiling at your phone” her mom said

“Why is everyone so surprised that I’m smiling?”

“I’m not surprised, just happy to see you happy. Were you talking to someone special?”

“Nope, just the girls” Sana said putting away her phone

“Okay…” Sana’s mom said not very convinced “Are the boys inside?”

“Yes”

“Good, I’m inviting them to stay for Iftar”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“No, I mean…I don’t know if they want to…they’ll probably want to go with their families and…” Sana tried to look for a way to convince her mom not to invite them, if it had been awkward being in the same room as Yousef during 5 minutes, she didn’t want to imagine what it’d be sharing the room with him and her parents

“Sana, we have hospitality here. And you’ve always liked those boys. Has something happened between you and that’s why you don’t want them here? Maybe something with Yousef?”

“No!” Sana said way to loud “I’m sorry, I meant no, it’s fine, everything’s fine. Sure, invite them, it’ll be great to have them”

“Okay, you can come with me then”

Mama Bakkoush opened the door with Sana behind her.

“Hi boys, sorry to interrupt you”

“It’s fine mom” Elias said

“I wanted to invite you to stay for Iftar with us” she said with a big smile

“Oh, we don’t want to bother” Adam said

It’s no bother at all, we’d like you to stay”

“You’re staying boys” Elias stated

Yousef searched for Sana’s eyes across the room. He wanted to make sure she was okay with it. Sana looked at him and nodded slightly so only he would notice.

“We’d love to, thank you” Yousef said with a smile

“Great then, we’ll leave you alone now”

And with that Sana and her mom left the room.

-x-

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Awkward. That’s all Sana could think. They were all sitting at the table eating the food Mama Bakkoush had prepared, talking about random things, but Sana couldn’t concentrate. She felt Yousef’s eyes on her but she didn’t dare to look at him, she knew what would happened if she did that. Her mom knew her, she would notice as soon as Sana would lay eyes on him.

It was the same for Yousef, he tried to keep track of the conversation his friends were having with Sana’s parents but his eyes kept going back to Sana and so did his mind, then he would reprimand himself for being so obvious and he would return to the conversation, only to start looking at her again after like 1 minute. He was taking a sip from his glass when Sana’s father spoke.

“So, Yousef, what do you think of Sana?”

Yousef choked on his water and started to cough searching for some air. His friends started to laugh at him while Sana looked down blushing.

“Wh-what?” Yousef stuttered

“We were talking about basketball and I saw you two playing together the other day. I was asking you what you think of Sana as a basketball player” Papa Bakkoush explained

Oh, oh. Sure, I’m sorry. Yeah, she’s…she’s great” he said looking at her

“Greater than you, you mean” Sana said looking at him with a smug smile

“Oh, really?” Yousef said rising an eyebrow

“Yes” she said.

They both stared at each other and smiled forgetting for a moment where they were. Sana’s mom cleared her throat bringing them back to reality. Sana looked at her mom and then at the rest, they were all looking at them. She blushed and tried to find a way to derive the conversation from them

“I mean, at least you’re better than Elias, not that it is very difficult” she said

“Hey!” Elias complained

And with that he became the main focus of the conversation and Yousef and Sana could end their meal with no more incidents.

-x-

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This is it

Thanks for reading

I hope you’ve liked it

Special thank you to @stressedoutteenager who answered all my questions while I was writing this ♥

In my opinion, the single artwork for The Man is the most considered and fantastic single art they’ve ever gifted us. Not solely because Henry is the most adorable little shit since his papa but because The Man, Brandon has mentioned, is inherently about his misadventures during Hot Fuss era; the naivety of believing that you’re Mr Golden Balls. So we’ve got the words “The Man” written next to someone who clearly isn’t a man, but a child, and a mini-lookalike of Brandon to be precise. Wearing grown up clothes but fooling no-one. The moral being you can talk the talk but until you act like a man you’re a boy. Greenday, he said some shit but he was still a baba…

Another McHanzo AU idea (A/B/O time)

I love this fandom, and I love the McHanzo shippers the most. But then @minghii drew the cutest, most adorable and amazing ABO McHanzo piece of all time. (Ever). Ya’ll know the one. So now I’ve been swarmed with story ideas and this is my fav so far.

SO we’re here to talk about happy McHanzo fun times. Where young Alpha Jesse McCree meets the beautiful Omega heir, Hanzo Shimada while on a mission in Japan with Blackwatch. Jesse is there to distract papa Shimada and the guards by being adorable and foreign and keep the heirs company while the older Blackwatch boys do real work. Jesse hates it until he realizes Hanzo’s attempts at fighting him are just his version of flirting. Then its a whole different story.

Jesse charms and courts Hanzo properly, much to the elder’s chagrin. He learns to fight from the boys and sneaks away with Hanzo for a short weekend getaway (giving papa Shimada a goddam heart attack in the process). This is also when Jesse and Hanzo make a mistake and give each other mating bites.

Papa Shimada is livid. Morrison considers shooting Jesse through the skull. And Reyes and Ana find the whole thing hilarious. Jesse proves himself to Papa Shimada by saving Genji from a kidnapping attempt while the younger boy is out drinking, and Morrison eventually announces that the Shimada Clan, as a legal entity in Japan, is there to help Overwatch establish themselves further in the east. Jesse switches over to Overwatch instead of Blackwatch and works out of the newly created Hanamura base to be near his love. Reyes is no longer his boss, but he stops by often to check on his boy, and as Hanzo and Jesse decide to start a family, he goes into full granpa mode and spends more and more time in Japan (and away from his mate, Morrison). As a result, Talon infiltrates Overwatch at a much faster pace and the explosion in Geneva happens years earlier.

Hanzo learns he’s pregnant again days before the Commander’s funeral and decides to tell Jesse after he returns from the ceremony. Only, Jesse doesn’t. According to Angela, he never even arrived. Heartbroken, Hanzo raises his small brood of children in relative isolation (because lets face it, in a young!AU there’s no way in hell these two would manage to stop at one or two kids). Genji has to step up to the plate more and he does, helping the clan stay strong during his brother’s depression.

A year after Jesse’s disappearance, and months after his twins have been born, Hanzo wakes to his eldest son talking to his imaginary friend. Only, “Papa Owl” isn’t imaginary, its a suffering Gabriel looking for Jesse in the only place he remembers feeling safe and welcome. Hanzo lets him know about Jesse’s disappearance but welcomes him to stay. Gabriel does, turning into the children’s nanny and protector, always able to sense attacks before they happen. He even tears a man apart before feasting on his soul when a would-be assassin gets too close for comfort.

5 years after the fall of Overwatch and Jesse’s disappearance, Winston contacts Hanzo about a break-in at Watchpoint Gibraltar. A group of Talon infiltrators tried taking out Athena and they were led by a familiar face wielding a silver six-shooter with a spur on the end who took out six of Athena’s turrets in a split second.

Hanzo readies for war.

Exasperating also starts with E

(Note: this is an Au where Eurus never killed VT and grew up as normal in the Holmes household as the baby of the family, she’s still a sociopath, so this happened…)

“Are you ever going to tell Molly Hooper that you love her?” Was the first thing Sherlock heard upon entering Baker Street after a long case, admittedly he should be used to his little sister showing up at his flat for no reason other than to annoy him, but honestly he thought it was Mycroft’s turn this month .

“And good evening to you too Eurus” Sherlock sighed turning around to find her sitting in his chair casually eating from a tub of (obviously expensive, imported specifically for high priority clients, delivered just two hours ago by a messenger with sweaty hands) Marchetti Gelato, she was wearing the Pajamas Mycroft had give her last Christmas and apparently seemed to have the ludicrous idea that he was back to his eight year old self who’d indulged her in as many pretend tea parties as she wished “I thought you said sleepovers were for goldfishes and amoeba brained females not worth associating with”

(Adult Eurus had never graduated from her ‘force my brothers to play tea party with me’ phase. And unlike Mycroft, who’d easily used his seniority to escape their little sister’s manipulative feminine machinations as soon as humanly possible, Sherlock never really had it in him to push her away)

“And he avoids my question, big surprise there, do have some Gelato, I even had this Ginger Nut flavor comissioned just for you” Eurus smiled extending the tub in his direction “you know that you are my favorite brother don’t you?”

“Yes I am aware, considering that the other option is Mycroft and I always win by default, although I apreciate the effort to sweeten what will undoubtedly be a conversation fraught with manipulation tactics and no I do not love Molly Hooper” Sherlock replied, putting away his bellstaff loosening his scarf and accepting the gelato “speaking of which how is your dear James?”

“Still hiding behind his lawyer in an effort to avoid me” Eurus sighed dramatically with a wave of her hand

“Well to be fair Moriarty isn’t an idiot, I think most men would prefer his high security prison in the middle east over facing your wrath after his failure to remember your aniversary” Sherlock didn’t have to make his disapproval of his sister’s choice of boyfriend known, after all it was the frequent topic of discussion among family dinners and the only subject Mycroft and he agreed on lately, but when it came to life sentences the Holmes brothers didn’t think that there was anything worse than being subjected to Eurus and the mercurial moods she hid under her sociopathic personality, so they both refrained from outright trying to get themselves rid of him.

“As James should” Eurus huffed “but he won’t be able to plead guilty forever if I make sure evidence of the contrary begins to accumulate around him” And considering the latest petty crime Moriarty had pleaded guilty for involved the assassination of a well known Middle East religious leader, Sherlock didn’t doubt his sister’s threat “are we done with your deflections Sherlock?, answer me already, when is that love confession taking place?”

“Very well Eurus, I’ll humor you” the ‘else you’ll never let the subject drop’ was implied but thankfully not voiced, if one thing was true among the Holmes family was that Sherlock loved his like minded sister and rarely left an opportunity to talk to her go to waste “why do you think that I am as you so eloquently put it 'in love’ with Molly Hooper when you know I firmly believe that sentiment is a waste of time”

“Because you are, do you need me to make a PowerPoint presentation to illustrate it?” Eurus snorted, reminding Sherlock of their teenage years and her old perchance for whining about always being right “Anyone with high IQ can see it”

“So Papa has finally given you the grandchildren ultimatum huh?”

“No more than he gave it to Mycroft but that’s not the point”

“Youre his only daughter of course its the point, Papa wants grandbabies to spoil and you as the daddy’s girl that you are, do not want to dissapoint him, you wouldn’t be here trying to matchmake me otherwise” Sherlock shot back smugly “stop saying I’m in love with Molly”

“may I remind you that of all the people in this sentiment riddled universe Molly Hooper is the only one you’ve voluntarily apologized to?”

“It doesn’t prove anything” Sherlock dodged sitting in his armchair “I respect Molly, she’s my friend”

“You analyze her life choices and clothing preferences more than you do any other female in your acquaintance and that includes mummy, Mrs Hudson, Mary Watson and Me” Eurus listed off ticking her fingers “I don’t have much experience with actual friends but as the social manipulation expert in this family I can tell you that friends do not do that”

“I do NOT analyze Molly’s life choices, I deduce them and offer helpful advice, which according to John IS what friends do”

“Then why do you always hold your deductions whenever the topic of sex comes up around her?” Eurus challenged him with a smug smile as if to say 'go ahead, try to deduce yourself out of that question’ “it wouldn’t happen to be because your mind palace automatically supplies complimentary material would it? You used to say that intercourse was part of human nature”

Sherlock internally blanched, his sister really knew too much “because it has come to my attention that talking about someone else’s sexual habits and preferences in a social setting is potentially embarrassing for them”

“I see I’ll have to help you along, honestly your level of denial is quite impressive” If Eurus had been a little younger she’d have reached for fake glasses and written Sherlock’s name on a clipboard like she used to do when she’d mockingly declared she wanted to be a psychologist after her tenure in Sherrinford “why if its potentially embarrassing do you still do it to virtually anyone…exept Molly?”

“Because Molly is different, she’s not an idiot, she’s useful to me and good at her job”

“So you get no satisfaction out of making her feel like an idiot I understand, yet one could argue that Mycroft and I arent idiots either and you infer about our sexual lives often enough” Eurus pointed out taking a spoonful of gelato “why is molly different?”

“Because she is!” Sherlock grunted instantly regretting it by the knowing look his younger sister was giving him “what I mean to say is that, talking to her about the subject never feels correct to me, Molly isn’t …”

“Able to talk about sex like a normal adult? Why Sherlock she’s a healthy woman in her thirties who disects naked human bodies for a living, I would think she’s probably very open about it” Eurus ventured innocently “her past boyfriends seem like they were enjoying themselves at the very least”

“Would you please stop taking about Molly Hooper and sexual expertise in the same sentence!” The consulting detective finally snapped

“You ruin all her relationships”

“Its not my fault that she seems to attract men with criminal tendencies”

“Oh please, you announce to any who can hear the most inconsequential things, who cares if the paralegal with the bleach teeth was evading his taxes? His only crime was talking to your precious pathologist during her lunch break” why was it that Eurus always managed to sound fifteen whenever she tried to meddle in his life?, she was a genius in all parts of her life, but as a sister Eurus Holmes could really be a pain in Sherlock’s ass when she wanted to be"If you haven’t deduced it, I’ll have you know even James could tell that her relationships are your blind spot”

“Please don’t remind me about the famous 'Jim from IT’ considering that masquerading as Molly’s date isnt an ideal way of meeting my younger sister’s psychopath boyfriend ”

“ Life partner” Eurus corrected without missing a beat “James and I don’t use amaeba terms to classify our conection” then remembering something funny she added with a chuckle “The 'Molly factor’ blindsided your deductions so badly you even thought James was gay, as if someone like him would limit himself by the sexuality and gender of his partners”

“Nowdays I even doubt that he’s limited by their consent, species or lack of pulse” Sherlock rolled his eyes, glaring at his sister “But then again he’s saddled with you, so what should I expect? After all I’ve seen his bruises and heard the tortured screams”

“What can I say I like things rough and James is the only man I know who gives as good as he gets” Eurus shrugged and Sherlock had to remind himself that she wasn’t the type to worry about the gender, sexual orientation, lack of consent or inmorality of her sexual acts either “he has a certain je nes se quais that fits me so well”

“Spare me the details Eurus, there’s a reason I never frequent your Knightsbridge flat”

“Me thinks the gentleman doth protest too much, your Molly hasn’t been raised under a rock you know, why, if my airlines didn’t keep me so busy I’d think I might even grow to like her, I would wager my escapes with James wouldn’t shock her”

“Keep your evil machinations away from Molly Hooper sister mine” Sherlock warned narrowing his eyes “You already played you games with John and it almost cost him his marriage, if you so much as try the same on Molly so help me science I will make you regret it”

“Why would I want to make my future sister in law despise me?” Eurus laughed letting Sherlock see in her eyes a glint of the madness she kept firmly under lock and key in the confines of her own mind palace “you should really hasten that love confession Sherlock, you won’t be virile forever you know, after all we don’t know if all those drugs you’ve taken in the past have affected your fertility” she taunted in a sing song voice

“I’m perfectly fertile and perfectly virile! Molly would have nothing to complain about in that aspect” Sherlock exclaimed outraged realizing belatedly thst he’d falken for Eurus’ bait “I meant it in a purely hypothetical situation”

“ARGH I blame Mycroft for this! If he hadn’t put the 'emotions are evil’ mantra in your head you wouldn’t be acting like a preschooler pulling the pigtails of the girl he fancies” Eurus groaned putting her head in her hands “what have I done to deserve this?” The answer : probably a lot

“Funny, Mycroft blames you for crippling Victor’s legs in that blasted well and coloring my perception of human relationships with trauma”

“He locked me in SHERRINFORD for three years because of it, excuse me if I disregard his opinion on the state of your psyche”

Sherlock sighed, he supposed they all were self fulfilling prophecies, being the middle child in a family of geniuses had never been easy, specially because their whole sibling dynamic hinged on Sherlock’s hability to stay neutral in the feud between Eurus and Mycroft, who by all means hated each other during a good day

But Eurus liked Sherlock and Mycroft liked Sherlock so they made an effort to not attempt mutual murder if it kept them in their middle brother’s good graces.

“Sherlock you leave me no choice! If you don’t get your head out of your rectal cavity where Molly Hooper is concerned and tell her that you love her I’ll have to force the issue with Mycroft” Eurus outlined in no uncertain terms, eyes flashing the way they only did when she played violin “and believe me I won’t be as nice to him as I’m to you”

“It would take a battering ram to knock down Mycroft long enough to give papa grandchildren and we both know it” Sherlock exclaimed, then narrowing his eyes the posibility that Eurus was in fact unhinged enough to put her brain to the task of breaking Mycroft “you wouldn’t, even YOU have to draw a line somewhere”

“Andrea has been working with him for how long? Since high school if I’m not mistaken, I happen to know a philanthropic a armament mogul that is looking for a public relations manager and well…How bored must Andrea be in that silly little desk, chained to our brother, doing paperwork all day, a woman of her capabilities deserves more and Mycroft doesnt let her do an ounce of fieldwork, if I happened to offer the position to her, adding the fact that our mogul has the highest number of assassination attempts in any bounty hunter’s book, she’d accept right away, if only to get to use her fancy guns” Eurus began innocently as tough outlining her lunch break plans

Deducing exactly who she was referring to Sherlock groaned “Nikolai Udinov? You would send Andrea to manage the life of that reprobate? Mycroft would never allow it”

“Well what do you expect? If Andrea leaves her job and him for good I calculate that it will take Mycroft less than two months to crack, she does his laundry, paperwork, calls, orders him his cakes, decorates his bunkers, manages his agents with an iron fist, Andrea practically breathes for him and Mycroft needs the wake up call” Eurus smiled with a hint of malice “so many agents have fallen in Udinov’s maze of secrets…It would be a pity if Mycroft’s greek flower was next”

“That’s because Nikolai Udinov is the type of assignment that goverment agents train for years to take on, the bullseye in his back is larger than Mycroft’s ego ” Sherlock snapped wondering again why he hadnt trottled his sister yet “you’d be manipulating Andrea into strong arming Godfather Death”

“Correction Mycroft will THINK she’s taking on Godfather Death” Eurus snapped rolling her eyes “She’ll be fine, I wasn’t lying when I said Agent Anthea is quite competent and she’s been wanting to do fieldwork since her thirtieth birthday, my people will make sure she doesn’t get killed”

Sherlock didn’t even want to ask about who 'her people’ were, like he did with Mycroft and they did with him, the less the Holmes siblings knew about eachother’s ocassional dabblings in the wrong side of the law the better “You’ll just have Mycroft believe she is, but why?”

Eurus huffed tempted to just repeat Sherlock’s famous 'you see but you don’t observe’ dribble that he always spewed to John Watson “Because it will kill Mycroft to lose Andrea and I’ll enjoy seeing him suffer” Eurus shrugged “think about it Sherlock, Andrea has been a fixture in Mycroft’s life since your uni days, the only time you and I see him without her is on social situations and even then she’s always one text away from him, he trusts her with all of his sensitive information”

“You assume that he cares about her” Sherlock snorted mystified “Mycroft doesnt do sentiment Eurus, not even for Andrea”

“Oh how blind my brothers can be when they wish to” Eurus laughed taking out a bag of chips from her purse and biting a couple “I don’t assume, I KNOW, just as I know that you love Molly, the difference is that Andrea is more likely to wait to have children, but as I said I’ll force the issue if I have to”

“If Agent Anthea dies because you wanted to get out of giving our parents grandchildren then forget about Sherrinford, he’ll hire a submarine and drop you in the Atlantic with a crew of deaf personell”

“You could also tell your morgue mouse that you love her, then I wont have to threaten Mycroft’s potted plant”

Eurus like always, had a better grasp of the ins and outs of sentiment than her two elder brothers, a fact both Sherlock and Mycroft often resented, because while Sherlock fought his battles with logic and Mycroft with dry politics, Eurus manipulated people using their emotions against them. She’d rarely used her 'gift’ on Sherlock preferring to keep herself occupied with her chain of airlines and her side work as a data analyst (when she wasn’t dabbling in her illegal hobbies) apparently tough she was doing it now.

Sherlock didn’t find it amusing.

“I suppose I should be grateful that you have not threatened to kill Molly yet and instead chose to talk to me about it in a rational way, isn’t that what your point is?”

“Yes! And I feel deeply offended that you don’t appreciate the gesture, I could have bulldozed trough your childhood traumas just to make you see sense” Eurus huffed clearly not happy by Sherlock’s lack of gratitude “I don’t see why you wont just admit the truth”

“You’re seeing things where they don’t exist, don’t you think that if zi loved Molly I would know?”

“NO! BECAUSE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND SENTIMENT” she shot back with an angry glare, then Eurus sighed and did the one thing that always brought Sherlock to his knees, she opened her big dark eyes and gave him a very sincere part of her vulnerability “Sherlock” she began, her tone belying how much she wasn’t trying to manipulate him this time “you’ve been there for me trought all the hard things in my life, you who have supported me even in things we both know you knew better than to support…Is it really such a surprise to know that I want to see you happy?”

“as my little sister, wanting to see me happy comes with the territory” Sherlock replied putting the desert down and returning her sincerety “the truth is that I don’t see a future where I can keep Molly safe, I have too many enemies…she deserves better than me, she always has”

“And yet she loves you, all of you, far strongly than you deserve”

“Foolish woman that she is” Sherlock chuckled “I can’t love her Eurus, I’d be placing a red mark in her forehead if I did”

“Sherlock, there’s always going to be Blackwoods, Magnussens and Black Lotus organisations in this world, in fact there’s drunk drivers and bad weather and unhealthy eating habits all who cause death on daily basis, but for you there’s only one Molly” Eurus tried reasoning softly “ its hard enough for people like us to form lasting human connections, I’ve come to learn it takes years of persistence to completely bond with someone else and the fact that you are capable of it is something I’ve always admired far beyond Mycroft’s Iceman facade”

“Speaking from experience?” He raised an eyebrow taking care not to break the fragile bubble of vulnerability they’d reached

“Its always nice to know that there’s always someone out there who will care about you beyond the trappings of your psyche” Eurus agreed cryptically, giving Sherlock a tiny insight into the twisted reason why his sister hadn’t allowed Moriarty to blow his brains off after Sherlock’s fall “isn’t that how Molly makes you feel? I admit she’s no Nocturne like Irene Adler in looks or sexual appeal but I don’t believe I could be wrong in what I see when you look at her while her back is turned”

“Don’t put Molly in the same category as the woman…Irene is a capriccio, an Intermezzo with too many Staccato harmonies and not enough tenerezza, more Opera than Nocturne she’s filled with high octaves and acciaccaturas, Molly is her own sonata”

“Now that is quite surprising” It had never occurred to Eurus that Sherlock might have a melody for Molly, mainly because if he did he’d want Eurus to hear it at least once, given her brother and her shared a love for violin that often lent itself to describing people in musical terms according to how they saw the world but honestly Eurus expected Sherlock to classify Molly as a chloral “how does Molly sound?”

“Molly is shades of Adagios, Dolce notes and intermitent Allegros, that rise and fall without damaging the integrity of the composition, any more notes and she could have been a ballet or a solft waltz” Sherlock sounded so sure, humming a few bars to let her understand the gist of his thoughts, always far more comfortable expressing sentiment trough music than in words

“I wonder why you have never played her for an audience” Eurus genius that she was didn’t need to see him play to hear the notes in her head, the soft tone of the violin and the spikes of the Sonata’s hidden edges “she sounds like comming home” was all Eurus could say after the song finished playing in her mental fortress “your very own masterpiece”

“Her melody isn’t for public to hear” Sherlock replied ruminanting in his sister’s words, because she had put into words the elusive title that he’d never given to the Sonata that belonged to Molly Hooper 'comming home’ was an apt name for the piece and if he was honest with himself he had to admit it had been that way for a long time, Molly herself was the kind of person who’s existence validated the part of Sherlock who needed a place to run to when things got difficult “she makes me feel accepted, when it comes to Molly I always know that whatever I do, or wherever I go, I will always have a place to call home in her life, the Sonata always changes in degrees of subtleties” hadn’t that been the reason he’d felt so hurt by her (failed) engagement to Meat dagger? Because he’d assumed she would always be there… and on the heels of that thought the realization struck “Because I love her”

Eurus could have clapped her hands in joy at the breaktrough of her brother, and to think it hadn’t taken any death threats, really Sherlock was so much better to reason with than Mycroft “then why do you keep wasting so much time?” She asked still trying to be understanding

“You don’t understand Eurus, I LOVE HER” Sherlock exclaimed in shock and Eurus could see the beginning of what looked like a very Holmes panic attack “And I’ve hurt her in the past so badly…and you KNEW” he was referring of course to the fact that Eurus hadn’t told him what she suspected since day one

“In all honesty I thought that you would have noticed your attraction to your pathologist since the moment you began your game of 'flirting for organs’ I didn’t expect the situation to last this long” Eurus admitted sheepishly reminding Sherlock of the way she used to intentionally assume that he’d clean his bedroom when he had a nasty experiment rotting in his desk, conveniently not reminding him to throw it away “its not my fault, its yours” So maybe his mind palace was undergoing a major rearrangement, Eurus could work with that..hopefully

“What do I do now?” Sherlock groaned putting his head in his hands “I love her”

“You do whatever mummy would do I suppose, she’s the one who is good at handling non-sociopaths” Eurus tried to help along “maybe you should confer with Dr Watson, I fear my continued advice in that subject would nderimental to your latest breaktrough” Aka: Eurus would not give Sherlock romantic life hacks, she simply wasn’t willing to.

“Mummy…would make lunch, maybe a pot of her favourite tea” Sherlock agreed pensively “and ease Molly slowly into the situation”

“Not too slowly, I want my first nephew to be born preferably within the next year or so” Eurus asserted as tough she were giving Sherlock her takeaway order “you will make mostly male children given both of your genetic profiles but I’d still like at least one of them to be named after me if possible”

“Have you ever thought that Molly might not want children? If anything she hasn’t agreed to even date me yet, let alone get engaged or conceive with me…”

“Tiny crime solving pathologists?” Eurus supplied when he couldn’t bring himself to say the word children “Sherlock a basic deduction of Molly’s life would point towards a desire for a nuclear family, more to the point she’d want it and she’d want it with you, the only sibling in our circle liable to be successful in raising another generation of Holmes geniuses” considering Mycroft and Eurus would most likely cause their offspring some degree of psychological issues with their parenting techniques, it didn’t sound so much like a compliment

Aaaand there went their bonding moment, Eurus was back to her manipulative self “Maybe you should leave” Sherlock muttered comming in and out of buffering mode “as much as I enjoy our interludes, I don’t think I’m fit for company or will be for the next few hours”

“Maybe I should, my work here is done” Eurus agreed rising from her seat and dusting her Pajamas “I expect that a sleepover wouldn’t be any fun anyway, not with the way your thoughts are shouting”

Noticing the changes in the tone of her voice Sherlock briefly paused his panic attack to regard his sister with a suspicious stare “Stay away from my pathologist Eurus, I mean it”

“I will, but be a smart boy and keep an eye on her, I heard your old friend Victor is back in town” Eurus attempted to joke “Maybe you should move her here for a few days, you know, for security reasons” And with that parting shot his sister breezed out of Baker Street leaving a very stressed Sherlock no choice but to phone Molly

“Gasp and Bloody Works what can I do for you?” Molly’s cheerful voice answered her mobile, Sherlock could hear the sound of a bone saw in the distance and deduced he’d caught her in the middle of an autopsy

A million thoughts raced trough his head but he settled for a mundane response, no need to alarm her “Bad time for a call?”

“Oh it’s you Sherlock, sorry I didn’t see the caller ID, funny you should phone I just got the most interesting body with a unidentified brain aneurysm, I thought you might find it interesting so no its not a bad time at all” she always sounded in good mood whenever he called, give or take a few exemptions, Molly always tried her best to be positive about everything including his cases.

“Really? A brain you say” Sherlock perked up before remembering the subject at hand “actually I was calling to ask for a favor, but the brain aneurysm sounds quaint, please save it for future study”

'smooth Sherlock real smooth’ mind palace john muttered

'Not now Watson’

Molly who knew him well enough to know that if he wanted to ask for something big he’d do it in person and not by phone had no qualms in replying “what kind of favor? Sherlock is this for a case?, you know that as long as its within my power I will help you”

“No its not for a case, this is more of a personal favor, I need to stay in your flat for an undefined amount of time” there he said it now all he had to do was get Molly to agree, because while this wasn’t the first time he’d used her place as a bolthole it was the one time he’d do it for sentiment’s sake and consent was important.

“Wait, why? Are you okay” the bone saw was turned off and Sherlock could hear the unecessary concern in the voice of the woman he’d just realised he loved.

“yes I’m fine, but I have reasons to believe that my privacy in Baker Street has been compromised” and he needed to make sure Molly’s hadn’t been. Lest Eurus perchance for giving people a push in the right direction landed Molly in the bottom of a well.

“By who?”

Sherlock gave a long suffering sigh and answered “by my sister”

An: I’ve thought up Eurus as a dark version of Georgiana to Sherlock’s Mr Darcy hope she wasn’t to occ, this fic is for all my Sherllolian folks on tumblr, who are just awesome

Something Worth While (Pt. 2)

Alright y’all sorry this took forEVER to edit but here it is. I’ve got a basic idea of where I want this to go but I still don’t know how long it’s gonna be lol. I also decided to keep this on tumblr for now because for some reason I’m super self-conscious about it (I feel like I’m exposing myself IDK)

Also, thank you all for your lovely messages they really encourage me to get off my lazy ass and write this stuff

Heads Up: There is a scene that is a bit NSFW

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anon asked for SoMa + seductive kiss

This is set in an Actors AU. It also kind of made a weird turn near the end I wasn’t expecting, but I actually really like how this came out ^u^

Soul had expected a chaste kiss in the back of the limo.

Maka was never one for show of exposure especially after leaving extravagant events. The most they ever did on the way home was hold hands and cuddle while Soul brushed kisses along her temple. She had always told him paparazzi might follow them and try capturing a candid photo of them since they rarely did anything on the red carpet save for standing close to each other. A picture of them doing anything remotely racey would have sold for millions in their industry, and Maka didn’t want to be labeled a whore like her papa. It was one of the reasons Soul respected her wish to keep their relationship under the radar and the public to speculate what went on behind closed doors.

So when Maka pressed her lips to his, the last thing he expected was it to be anything more than chaste.

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Supergirl 2x22 thoughts

I had to watch it again because I missed some stuff but I had a lot of feels so…


Kara being extra™ with that flip, calm down bitch you aren’t Lena

Rhea sitting so calmly on her throne reminds me of Lillian in the courtroom

Rhea + Lillian = drama hoes

Kara vs Clark….I wonder who will win on a show all about Supergirl

Kara Zor-el Danvers officially Earth’s champion -this is very good

Ew even in dream sequences Karamel is ugly, those poor dream bed sheets and my poor eyes for having to look at that mess

Lena looks so good

CASUAL DRESS LENA IS MY FAVOURITE

Lena really likes to keep herself hydrated damn

Winn fumbling on his way to see Clark is so relatable tbh

Winn mouthed “I love you” to Clark. Bi Winn is rising!

Once again Mon-El wasn’t supportive in the slightest, doubts Kara’s abilities and suggests that someone else could do a better job. A potato would be a better boyfriend than him

Space Dad has been promoted to Papa Bear (Winn Schott confirmed this)

Lena only had to mention her girlfriend’s name and I was already happy. Lena giving zero fucks is my aesthetic. Lena being lowkey jealous when talking about Kara’s relationship though

Couldn’t they just shove Mon-El off of that rooftop - I wish they had

Pfft Kara told Lena to work on the weapon, despite it being something that could kill Mon-El is hilarious. When’s the yeet, his face is annoying me?!

Where’s James?

Science tech bros are the best brotp

Of course Lena gave Kara the remote, she is whipped af she is the truest person in National City

Good riddance Mom-El

Cry harder Mon-El, bye bye I won’t miss you

🍷 🍾 🍷 🍾 🍷 🍾 🍷 🍾 🍷 🍾 🍷  Clink, clink!

I’m 99% certain that all of the DEO were clapping over his departure.

M’gann is so amazing, I cannot

I am 100% here for Space Parents

WHERE IS JAMES OLSEN?!

That Sanvers proposal was….? I mean I think it was rushed but I’m not against it, if Alex is happy then so am I. I just hope they draw it out in season 3 and give it the time and care that we deserve.

Fuck you CW Writers, how dare you make out that Karolsen never existed. There was a whole season of build-up and you have the cheek and the disrespect to claim that Mon-El was the only person Kara ever loved/cared about. That’s disgusting.

Um where is Lena Luthor’s thank you?! Seriously?! she saved the world AGAIN and we didn’t get a thank you?????????!

Of course Cat knows. It’s very nice to have a confirmation though

Oh yay another pod -_____-

It better not be another cis, white male trying to steal Kara’s show.

Belief systems in The Testament of New Ezekiel and Temple Gate

I wanted to analyse some of the belief systems in Temple Gate, particularly The Testament of New Ezekiel. This does not exclude Val’s beliefs as their narrative is entwined with what made the Heretics. The Gospels of Knoth are a tricky business because they follow Christian imagery and certain Abrahamic formats, however, they are pretty disingenuous in many ways with Christianity and other Abrahamic formats. 

This is evidenced by some of the imagery present and the words used. In fact, I think some Youtuber and Tumblr users specifically pointed out that gospels used the words “cunt” too much than actually proper sentences/words. Seeing “cunt” is a slang we can definitely see how this is a cultish text far removed from usual religious language, motifs, lexicon and imagery. Similarly, a point I wanted to mention and adjoin from the beginning is the phrase “breach hell’s cunt” is similar to Outlast’s “spirit breach.” I mentioned this before on another post. We can definitely see the use of semantics, contexts and lexicon favours a Murkoff setting and ambience rather than a traditional or even free-thinking Christian setting. 

This post is long and I want to try to understand the Gospels of Knoth; so bear with me pals. We don’t get the gospels in chronological order, there are 15, so I tried to place some things chronologically.  In conjunction, I want to include Val’s journals and such as Val, like Marta, is an indispensable figure in understanding Knoth’s gospels and also The Testament of New Ezekiel. 

In the very first Gospel of Knoth there are these lines:

6.For the seed of Prophet shall root the Enemy, that the Prophet may strike down with furious vengeance the bastard of lies begot in his own sin cleansed by his own blood, spilled of his own issue.” Knoth 1:6

Basically, Knoth is supposed to be the father of the Antichrist of Temple Gate. Though, definitely, the entire story is contradicted by Lynn being the mother. Lynn hasn’t slept with Blake in months. Unless, Knoth did something Lynn can’t be pregnant. Also, Blake is called “The Spiller of foul seed”, “rut-mate” to the “devil’s whore” and “The father.” Basically, the belief system definitely has literal problems rather than semantic ones. 

Also, Knoth is “elected” prophet by “the blood wept in revelation” (1:2) which is completely strange and is not there in Christian Faith or Abrahamic tenets. Furthermore:

4. O. Zion, Zion, thou that stonest the prophets sent unto you so that your house is desolate and the blood of your ill-got children is sprinkled upon the earth to feed the wheat that fattens your brood for slaughter.
5. For all flesh is grass to fatten the sacrificial ox or sacrilegious calf, O Ba’al, O El, O Guaglana, O Moloch, but grass left to wither and fertilised with blood will to seed and spread
.” Knoth 1: 4&5

Well, you can see basically infanticide is stated in the very first gospel. And now we can understand why Blake coming to Temple Gate meeting the shadows heard them speak “All flesh is grass to fatten oxen. Sacrifice. Sacrifice.” by one guy and then Corgan, the guy who says “I’ll bleed you in the yard”, goes  like “Consume the flesh, spice it well, burn the bones.” It is like they are performing a cycle of killing and infanticide to please their “god.” Additionally, the carrion of animals is considered to be food for “the wheat” as well, making them kill anything, after the tribulations to the end of days start. Marta herself talks about this, I believe, as “the saviour’s wedding supper.” which would be filled with “flayed carrion” and rotten women. 

Knoth’s second gospel is pretty much reiterating this message. It talks about the holy mission of killing the antichrist as important. That any other understanding is antithetical to this mission on the grounds that “the line of Adam corrupted beyond salvation by the line of Cain” (2:3) which is also antithetical to regular Christian practices and also Abrahamic tenets. It talks about not being overwhelmed by lust and to be ready for the antichrist who is also described as such: “defend His Heaven by the spilling of the heart’s blood of the spider-eyed lamb, The Enemy, the unborn prince of lies.” (2:6) Reiterating that the people of Temple Gate are good stating: “ye holy, for I am holy.” (2:7). 

The Third chapter is actually about Sullivan Knoth’s awakening. Basically, he was, as Outlast wiki also states, 34 years old and in debt and residing in Albuquerque. Knoth was apparently a shoe salesman when he started hearing the voices. However, these things also happened to him:

13. And I silenced the voice and looked, and beheld unseen a great fire enfolding itself in the brightness of the rising sun, and out of the midst thereof a color out of space;
14. And my frenzied eyes cast back in unworthy gulfs of darkness, away from knowledge unbearable to man, and noise of the fury of the Lord came upon me;
15. And my ears bled as the member of a child at circumcision, and the Lord made known by this our covenant is made which ye shall keep.
16. He that hears where words cannot be spoke shall abide until time is no more, and the Enemy born of thine own issue shall be thy charge for my vengeance
.” Knoth 3: 13,14,15 & 16

Sound familiar? It should. The light and the noise part, as gamers we experience as Blake. The rising sun cloaked with an obscure light, well, Blake faces that in the end and is swept away in some place. That is probably Murkoff’s way of indoctrination and showing levels of indoctrination. The Third gospel pretty much explains levels of indoctrination by Murkoff’s Towers. However, we can only piece this by the end as things happen gradually to our protagonist Blake. 

The fourth gospel pretty much commands Knoth to do his duties. One particular paragraph:

6. Turn ye from your evil ways, turn ye from your unsired rutting, take not pleasure in women unmarked by their natural blood covenant with the Lord. but fuck and multiply as the act was designed by the Lord.” Knoth 4:6

The language is coarse. It is also misogynistic. It talks about not sleeping with women, I understand, who don’t wish to conceive as that is “natural blood covenant.” These articles are also pretty isolationist. In the second chapter of Knoth’s gospels there is also that instruction of always being ready to holy purpose and never to stray away from it in idle conversations with family and such. Pretty much building an environment where infanticide and other violations can occur. 

This is also reiterated in the school’s lesson plan in which the aim is stated “The children should fear their duty but celebrate it as a guaranteed entrance to Heaven”: obviously, this is how cults operate. The indoctrination is repeated with the bold title of “ENEMY: Your fear is a tool of The Enemy. God knows best.” Basically, also saying that their lives belong to papa and also “god”, is pretty much like cultist behaviour. Infanticide is a sin in Abrahamic tenets. One statement in the school lesson that completely erases Christian beliefs and Abrahamic tenets is this line: “Abrahamic killed Isaac in his heart.” This solidifies that abandonment by their parents and also by everyone is a religious cause whereas nowhere in Christianity or Abrahamic principles is this stated. It is obviously a belief system that evolved from being indoctrinated by Murkoff;s Towers. 

Knoth’s fifth gospel follows on talking about their awakening. The light that he sees is:

1. And I looked, and a gyre unwound from the night, a fire turned inward, burning from all directions towards the center, and drew the light from the walls of my room so that I hung in a void that shone in rainbows like oil upon a black mirror.” Knoth 5:1

I do like the metaphors in this one so kudos to the creative team. However, if you see the imagery and read the metaphors you will see that some of this imagery is inconsistent with what we define as “light.” It feels almost like a dark mass, almost Walrider like in nature (which Outlast wiki says the developers called “Nano Cloud”). It gives the players some interesting food for thought on what could have actually emerged and what was Knoth seeing. It continues towards the end with a long list of descriptions which I include to emphasize the “Nano” phenomenon:

5. And their faces were innumerable and joined to one another, a thousand eyes and everything a mouth, with wings and jaws inseparable even in sight, and the purpose of the eyes and the purpose of the jaws was both for a more perfect consumption.
6. Thus were their faces, and in the next moment, they were the bones of the Four Horses of the Apocalypse and the bones of the Horsemen, too.
7. And in the moment that followed their faces were the sex organs of angels, and in the moment that followed a bonfire of flame with voices singing in beauty to rend the mind, and in the moment that followed a reflection in silvered glass.
8. For their faces were all of these things at once, and their wings were joined one to another and as they flapped woke to arrest time and I could not take air into my body
.” Knoth 5: 5,6,7&8

As we can see this is where the idea of consumption of flesh and all of that figures so powerfully in Temple Gate. Basically, this is also why everything felt like an inevitable dream but as  stated “not mine.” which is effaced on the Temple Gate town plaque. This is why Laird also believes that the Scalled Messiah will come down in locust wings. Furthermore, this is why Val commented how this all seemed like a message but nothing holy. This could also be why the letter from the cultist Lisa talks about thousands of cocks raping the earth. Abrahamic beliefs don’t necessarily have gendered angels so what sex organs did Knoth see is questionable and brings back the nano Cloud of Outlast. This entire thing also reminds me of Loutermilch demon being a mutilated, mutated demon chasing Blake in another dimension. It brings back the Outlast concept of Lucid Dreamers as well who are heavily affected by the Morphogenic Engine.

The description of the images also happens in Knoth’s sixth gospel. The wheels of Ezekiel becomes reference because the voice(s) pretty much tells Knoth about Ezekiel. Also, there are creatures upon wheels which Knoth sees. However, this part got me:

6. The rings of the wheels were dreadful, and full of eyes round about them four, thousands of eyes and none of them human, but black and intelligent and shining like the eyes of beasts ready for slaughter.
7. And where the unfaced creatures looked, the eyes of the rings focused, for the spirit of the creatures was in the wheels, and the spirit of the wheels was in the creature
.” Knoth 6:6&7

The eyes were not human and they were black. The wheels were moving and they seem the creature and the wheels were one. A reading of the Walrider in the Outlast wiki pretty much surmises that the nano cloud phenomenon of the Walrider is pretty much something that moves around and can dissipate. Thus, this imagery feels pretty much allusions to a creature like a Walrider in my opinion.

The seventh gospel is amusing at the end because it completely states something that goes against what it has been saying.  What Knoth talks about and the indoctrination that is concomitant with what Variants say in Mount Massive:

2. And the spirit entered the cunt of my mind and made seed there, and I became as the chorus of screams in the movement of the wheels.” Knoth 7:2

This is interesting that Knoth would call his mind a “cunt” as well and almost like Val he is talking about “a membrane seeking penetration” (Val 4) Also he was hearing voices and seeing things that is correlated to patients at Mount Massive.

What is amusing are these lines that come after:

7. For if you worship Me but partway you are as the parent who cuts away the limbs of his child to better love what remains.
8. And that child will die and I will hate thee as a killer of little children
.” Knoth 7: 7&8

For a cult, that rejoices in the “ecstasy of the lord” by blatant infanticide, murder, mutilation and rape I find that to be ironic. However, it seems that children already grown cannot be mutilated. Which could make sense seeing they may already be nullified as the probable antichrist. So, that can be another belief in Temple Gate. 

The eighth and ninth gospels deal with the formation of Temple Gate. The lines that interested me the most is “you have not cut away thine eye, but the scale you took for an eye, and now you may see.” (8:7) and “lord spilled such vision into my split and bleeding orb, as man issuing seed into the split sex of a blossomed woman.” (9:9) The fact he would sexual scenes is pretty much now kind of staple. At the same time in the ninth chapter he stated:

1.And the hand of the Lord took me by the roots of my innards and put a hook in my jaw and lifted me away from the bones of the dead Zion and shit of Publican swine. 
2. And in the murk of outer dark I became as a cloud that covers the land and saw many things:
” Knoth 9:1&2

Knoth is talking imagery similar to the Walrider again. Of being possessed by a demonic like entity. However, it does end with him thinking of the formation of Temple Gate. 

The tenth gospel is interesting because it talks about cases involving women and Knoth’s somewhat “celibate” or unmarried life. Basically, they were pursued by authorities, after all their hideout in Lydia Deagan’s ranch was ruined, if we remember Knoth’s backstory that is online. Basically Knoth took on anyone in his cult:

4. The Lord gave to Ezekiel more wives than brothers, though I turned away none; neither thief, whore, rapist, addict, murderer, pedophile, cripple.” Knoth 10: 4

I don’t know if “wives” meant that Knoth had numerous wives or basically if he meant he was sleeping with people and that  meant they became his wives. Though the women part and the proclivity towards incest is later on stated. Basically, Knoth asked what he can do about getting the temptations to have many wives. Then this was told:

6. It is simply commanded that you take no woman as rival to her sister, do not uncover ones nakedness while the other is alive.
7. Nor take your daughter as rivals to their mothers before their blood or while the elder is alive.
8. And of your wives and daughters you will have your greatest warriors, in wimples with weapons that censer.
9. And it shall be yours to multiply, to make children upon a legion of women, and children upon those children, and upon those children, until your line is a nation.
10. For from your nation the Enemy shall emerge
.” Knoth 10:6,7,8,9&10, my highlights.

I highlighted the parts where incest is addressed as lawful in The Testament of New Ezekiel. Incest is outlawed in Abrahamic tenets and Christian Faith. Knoth practices sexual practices with every women who are even wives of other people. As one cult member I heard say in the barn, after we pass the first cornfield, talking about parentage of children: “I knew you was mine even if Papa furrowed your mama.” Basically, this is completely against anything Abrahamic but Knoth is told by the voice to do so. So, Murkoff wanted incest and this sort of sexual practices to happen. Perhaps, as I mentioned before, to allow the “ecstatic rage” and “proximity to death” as Rudolph Wernicke once stated. In fact:

2. And I gathered my disciples, from the land of Al-Barquq, and the town of Holy Faith, and from the impotent apocalyptans in Los Alamos.” Knoth 10:2

Los Alamos is where Wernicke’s exit interview occurred in the 60s I believe around the time Knoth was also leaving. If you think about it, this converges aspects of Outlast and Outlast 2. 

The eleventh gospel begins with another imagery. Though, it is of the antichrist:

1.The fruit of destruction shall ripen within the foul womb of the martyred mother, the spider eyed lamb shall bring judgment of the lesser whore onto even the great whore who sitteth upon many waters.” Knoth 11:1

Basically, this could be the reason Marta calls Blake “the spider-eyed lamb” as Lynn is the “martyred mother.” Whoever brings the person who is supposed to bear the antichrist becomes the spider-eyed lamb. This could be anyone who is connected to the martyred mother.  Lesser whores and greater whores: reminds me of Val personally.

The gospel keeps on going on how there will be people who will have “strong delusions” but these are all lies. And, those who do fall for them will be damned. This is somewhat like Abrahamic tenets but also completely perverted. The “delusions” that the cultists face are all for the towers. They may be “lies” or gateways that don’t matter to our own dimension but they can be dangerous so the cultists wanting to discuss them as Val stated was considerably smart thinking. Another perversion:

9. For God has said the flesh of beast is yours only in sacrifice to me, even unto the flesh of your offspring.” Knoth 11:9

Of course, infanticide cannot be compared to making meat religiously edible. Thus this is total corruption of Christianity and of Abrahamic principles.

Chapter twelve talks about the coming of the antichrist but it is completely replete in pretty chaotic imagery and also contradictions. Saying to “harden thy hearts and thy hands, and sharpen thine blades” (12:2) so that they can finish the “bloody work”. What is disturbing is this is mentioned:

4. Fear not the dreams that walk outside sleep, that by which ye shall be imprisoned and tortured; that shall dredge from the prisons of thy memory of your unrepentant sins…
7. And the air shall be as thick with locusts as will choke thy breath.
8. And ye shall be ravaged with boils and sickness; your body a temple and city to pestilence, and thy sex will wither and rot as flesh for carrion bird
.” Knoth 12: 4, 7&8

Some of those things did happen for the radio signals of The Towers and the syphilis. It seems Murkoff had some way planned this or hypothesized, as the Old Traveler document showed, that the parallax and the feedback loop would definitely augment homicidal, hypersexual and chaotic thoughts. 

The contradiction is “for all things must die when God finds no perfection even in his own perfection.” (12:10) This goes against Abrahamic principles and pretty much shows that “god” can only be Murkoff getting rid of its Subjects and Projectors after their use has been done. 

Chapter Thirteen talks about heretics coming about and also the “hated of God, shall commune with the Enemy, shall bathe in the seed of the spider-eyed lamb” (13:5): Which pretty much sounds like Val’s orgy. Though, because it was already determined by the Old Traveler that Jenny Roland and other scientists predictable lascivious and voracious sexual appetite for the feedback loop this can explained by that. 

The 14th Chapter states some things that are clearly carried out in the context of the game showing that signals may have had some of this information:

1. And in the moments before her birth the Antichrist shall wake, eve in in the womb, and her woe and misery will bleed and corrupt the earth.” Knoth 14:1

The antichrist is a female child and Lynn also thought she was having a girl. This is interesting, Perhaps, a patriarchal, incestuous cult would consider a woman to be the harbinger of destruction. I wonder if Val, to celebrate this occasion, also made breasts and a vagina on their body out of mud (this could also be them reclaiming their intersex origins or showing they are trans woman). Val also wore “crowns of the earth” as in crown of thorns on their head. Could be a desire to be enveloped by the antichrist. Thus Val seeking penetration by a female antichrist is both a non-gender normative imagery and also a queer one. 

The gospel continues with some of the things that were already happening: 

6. And the angels shall be carrion birds, who feast upon the flesh of kings, the flesh of mothers, the flesh of mighty men, the flesh of horses and them that sit on them, the flesh of free men and slaves.
7. And if they feed on the flesh of that damned child, then heaven is yours.
8. But if the child draws breath; if the eyes of the antichrist are allowed to take in the light of the world, they shall  swallow the light of the world.
9. Then death shall reign again, and the endless suffering shall reward those who revel in suffering, and endless regret shall torture the righteous in the immedicable regrets of sin and shame
.” Knoth 14: 6, 7, 8 & 9

The game pretty much fulfills these prophecies probably because they were bound a bit to happen or theorised as such. There were already birds dying as Blake saw them around. Marta also talks about the lines about eating the flesh of kings and strong men. The unused dialogue that talked of Val’s death talked about them happy about going to a hell thus “revel in suffering.” In the end, the child is not completely real as Lynn says there’s nothing there. However, Blake sees the sun being swallowed up and is swallowed into the gateway with Jessica where she says she will never let him and go and knows he won’t let her go either. So, Blake could have succumbed completely into the alternate dimension made by the radio signals. Perhaps, that is what happened. 

Personally, Blake’s own history coincides with the gospels. Loutermilch also thought of Jessica as a culpable figure though being obsessed with her like anything. If radio signals talk about antichrist as female and all of that there is a chance that the belief of such things is Blake’s indoctrination to the signal being passed onto Jessica. I still think The Towers may create demons that walk out of dreams to also torture and get rid of possible “variants” outside the engine. Blake still could have become a lucid dreamer. The thing is the heretics and cultists are still pretty much bound by these visions and gospels which are all courtesy of Murkoff.

The fifteenth and last gospel is just an adherence to these gospels saying that they should be copied exactly and their lives should be lived righteously under Knoth as “ye shall climb the tree of life or be crucified upon it.” (15:7)

Already, we can see detractions from that. Either the radio signals are getting choppy after the storm or people are losing it. The New Gospels for instance are a sign of such a detraction. The new Gospels talk about Val and includes Val’s name into it, mixing it with the leader of the heretics and condemning them to damnation. The New Gospels Part 1 and 2 are a rewrite of the 11th gospel of Knoth. 

There is also “Laird’s Gospel” or “Gospel of The Scalled Christ.” It is the gospel Blake picks up after escaping crucifixion and being buried alive. It seems Laird also fancied himself as a prophet or saint. Basically, there is also sexual imagery there which talks about Laird’s mind being too tight that the Lord’s penis would probably split it with the knowledge. I am not kidding you. That is exactly what is written there.

17. And the Scalled Messiah shall rise from the grave, conquering sickness and conquering death, and those afflicted shall call him Immanuel. 
18. And the Scalled Messiah shall say: this is my flesh, eat of it and be healed. Whoever eats of my flesh shall have eternal life.
19. And they shall proclaim the glory of Laird, who lead them to salvation
.” 
The Gospel of the Scalled Christ 17,18 &19

It is completely obvious that Christian Faith or Abrahamic tenets do not speak of cannibalism. Laird got that on his own. ‘

In the midst of all of these things, Val ‘s journals are a secret. We know that paper is considered a  luxurious commodity of Temple Gate. That only when copying the gospels they could be used or when some other instructed purpose. Val being a deacon has access to paper and is well educated. Their grammar, syntax and imagery is pretty salient and goes with the person they are. Val’s journals touch me at first as very emotional and moving. One can read them and realised they are looking at a person with a lot of emotional energy and intelligence, only they are becoming exhausted.

The first journal talks about having to take care of more children, seven to be exact. They are taking care of more than forty orphans. 

[W]ho love me desperately, as only can a child abandoned by the parents they thought were as natural and dependable a fact as the rising sun. And I love them. As I will never have children of my own, and have so much love to give. When God leaves them, too, I will be there with comforts and guidance.

What do these dreams mean?” Val 1

We can see already that Val is a kind and compassionate person. They are able to understand that what is happening to the children is unfair. However, Val’s journals also show the contradictions at Temple Fate. This first entry implies that either Val is infertile, told to be celibate or has been castrated. There has been no specifications about this. Was Knoth the only person who was able to have children? I don’t think so. So if Val is intersex it can be reason for them not being able to have children though if they were castrated it seems to go against Temple Gate’s understandings of birth and order.

The second journal is a horrific account of infanticide. 

March 9

   A quiet sky. Six more of my own children (though no blood of my own) met the blade this morning. I wept as at the slaughter of the issue of my own loins. I cut Marcus’ throat deep enough for the knife to scrape against spine, but still he was writhing on the pyre. And Papa smiled and sang about gathering at the river. All the voices of Temple Gate joined in chorus.

One one voice was absent, and conspicuously so.

God should have answered by now. Whether by words or action. God please give us an answer. Fulfill the promises of your prophet. 

We have sent such oblations into the earth by blood and into the sky by flesh burnt to smoke that this continued silence is a message in itself. Do any love God as I do? As often as I do?”  Val 2 (highlights my own).

This is a very graphic account of infanticide. Of actually feeling the pain of killing children. Val is wondering if “god” can love if “god” wants this. They have loved so much and yet they must do this. It feels barbaric and ruthless and completely inhuman. And, it is.

In fact, the killings always have been hard deaths. Val is not the only one who faced a child “writhing on the pyre.” When Blake crosses the first corn field and comes about the shed with the two cultists in them, one of them keeps on talking, the same one who says they knew the child was theirs if even Knoth slept with their wife says he can hear the voice of the girl he killed and tells her to tell God that he didn’t hurt her as much. The cultists says things like “Some cut too deep and got the windpipe and not the arteries. That makes a long time dying.” and “Laughing. Carrying on. Clear as a bell because I didn’t cut that windpipe.” These statements make me wonder if some of them try to sneak up on the kids and kill them so that they feel no pain or don’t want their children to look at them with questioning or accusatory looks. 

Val’s third journal entry is also from March 9th. Though Knoth tells them that they will find the killed children in heaven; Val doesn’t really like any of this. This obviously starts making them go insane.

But my dreams are nothing but the murder of my children. And I wake laughing, and aroused, and often wet with the involuntary lust of sleep.

I woke this morning thinking I was wetted with the blood of a child’s slit throat. But it was wetness of my own making. 

The others are having similar dreams. We have dug a tunnel so that we may meet in secret. We gather and share our visions and wonder at their meaning,

I feel increasingly this is a message. But nothing holy.” Val 3

I think Blake and us gamers stumble upon the underground tunnel which is one of the first heretics caves we see and Blake thinks is a church or a heretic temple. It seems some people were obviously dumbstruck at what was happening at Temple Gate. Val, obviously, being one of them.

In June 17th, Val’s fourth journal entry, the penultimate one, it is short and full of aroused feelings and figuring out the voices are not God:

Give me pleasure. Fuck me and cut my skin. Burn me and caress me. I am a membrane seeking penetration. Be aroused at my awe. Let my fear give you appetite. I love you, I love you, I love you. Tell me what you want. Tell me your name and I am yours.” Val 4

The fact Val wants to feel the voice with their fear obviously brings back the parameters of the Morphogenic Engine. The different names of the Walrider comes into mind. Val may be listening on a different frequency now. Could the Heretics be a lighter version of the Variants? In theory they have some similarities.

Val’s last journal entry is in June 19th. It is the 5th one before the letter telling Knoth “Come after us. Hunt us down. We are waiting and eager to murder and fuck every body you send up that mountain…My God is no god at all. But he is true…I do not ask you that you join us. I tell you: you will join us. Because our love is greater than you can ever imagine.” So. the last entry was telling val is “filled with sex and appetite” and tells the voice “You love me. I am yours.”

The image here that sticks out to me here is mountain. Even in Outlast wiki the Walrider is thus named also because it is a creature that lives up on Mountains. Mount Massive is built in a mountain thus it creates those connections. Val also has taken shelter in a mountain. The Walrider and mountain imagery seemed to collide. Thus another connection between the trilogy perhaps can be established.

We have seen Murkoff likes twisting religion, it likes brainwashing people using images and radio signals and that it likes to make base camps in mountains. The belief system of Temple Gate: The Testament of New Ezekiel, The Scalled and The Heretics are all groups that adhere in some way to the gospels of Knoth which are indoctrinated “planned” radio signals by Murkoff. It makes sense that these groups are obviously broke off from the same roots.  Even though they borrow things from Christianity and Abrahamic tenets they are not really Christians nor of Abrahamic Faiths. They seem to have formed their new ideologies and Faiths based on also what Murkoff was encouraging them to do. It is interesting, however, to look at the subtle conjunctions between the games.

I wanna THANK EVERYONE who read this entire piece. 

A brief history of Mirai’s figure skating career

(Reminded that Mirai is the oldest daughter of Viktor and Yuuri) 

  • After feeling a little like they may have pressured Misha into skating, Viktor and Yuuri decide that they won’t make Mirai take any lessons unless she asks for them 
  • They do take her to ballet when she’s pretty young, however 
  • After seeing Yurio skate in one of his final competitions, Mirai can’t stop talking about learning to skate 
  • She takes to the ice pretty naturally, more so than her older brother did 
  • Eventually she’s allowed to compete in novice competitions 
  • If anything, Yuuri and Viktor are more nervous for her than Mirai is herself, if anything she feels a thrill from being the centre of attention 

“Papa! Onosan! Did you see them?” Mirai pulled an arabesque, gold medal clinking against her neck. “They clapped for hours and hours!” 

  • When she reaches the age of thirteen, and is allowed to compete in the junior division, it’s actually Mirai herself who asks (uncharacteristically shyly) if Viktor will coach her officially 
  • Around this time, Mirai starts to become pretty accustomed to media attention 
  • At fourteen, she manages to place first at Junior Worlds by the skin of her teeth, largely because she has the most technical skill compared to others in her division 
  • After begging until blue in the face, she manages to convince Viktor to let her debut in the senior division the following season, largely because it happens to be the Winter Olympics year, and because Yurio, her favourite person, also debuted at that age 
  • She manages to get a bronze in the Grand Prix Final that year, which is a definite accomplishment, but she’s unsatisfied 
  • Though she wouldn’t admit it to many people, she works herself to skin and bone after that, eventually leading to her Winter Olympics gold 
  • By age 18, Mirai is largely considered to be on top of the world
  • She becomes a little restless, feeling like she’s ‘done’ everything any figure skater would ever want to 
  • Around this time, someone makes a comment about female figure skaters being flouncy things more than legitimate athletes 

‘I can do anything a man can do’ Mirai thinks to herself. 

  • After that, Mirai starts chronically over-rotating her triple toe loops, definitely feeling like it’s a possibility 
  • When Viktor’s not looking she tries it and lands with a hand on the ice. She calls it a victory
  • Where her father liked to surprise his audience, Mirai decides that she’d prefer to shock them 
  • At the next major competition, she shows up in black skates 
  • Figure skating context: this is not allowed. It’s a very sexist sport. Women actually have to wear skirts as far as I’m aware. 
  • Even the commentators are speechless, as is Viktor, who knew nothing about this 
  • Mirai goes through the routine as planned, but then, as she approaches the final jump, she decides to go for it, and lands a somewhat shaky, but still legitimate quad toe loop
  • Her technical score is the highest by far, but she’s knocked down for artistry quite a lot. It’s not enough to push her to silver medal position, because the bias of that would be a little bit too explicit, but it’s enough to keep her from a world record 
  • Mirai doesn’t even mind this, satisfied with what she’s just achieved

“I’ll land a quad flip next,” she says to the group of reporters, winking. 

anonymous asked:

Don't mind me I just love Father's Day it brings good memories n stuff even though it was a rocky start. So let's set the scene. There's a woman and she has a son. The woman is dating the country and her son sees them as their hero and really take a quick liking to them. On Father's Day the kid writes up a really beautiful card and the main point is that they wish the country was their actual dad and asks to be adopted by them. Reactions from the Axis to this beautiful moment?

That’s one of the most adorable asks i’ve ever gotten, thank you.

Germany:

“I-I…I’m going to find adopting papers right now, so long as your mother is okay with this.”

  • He would adopt this kid right there at that very moment if he could. Never in his life has he felt like he has belonged so much.
  • Everyone is going to know, his family, the mothers family, the milkman even that guy that sometimes passes by their house 
  • The mother has the final say in the matter though, so long as she’s okay with it. Onces she has confirmed it’s okay they’re getting those papers
  • This card will be framed, hung up on the wall, praised and everyone who enters the house will be told to look at it
  • I can just see piles of “How to be a good father” In his office, he’s going to read up on, he wants to learn how to dad
  • This little boy is going to be his pride and joy. the bond between them will be unbreakable 

Italy:

“Oh bambino, I’m all ready your papa~”

  • This boy is going to get the biggest hug from his papa, even if he’s not the boy’s biological one he is his papa, nothing can change that
  • You better believe he’s going to cry with joy, he can’t help it, he is just so happy
  • He is going to kiss both of his cheeks and spin them around, he’s going to be the best papa this child could ever ask for
  • The mother will probably be freaking out, the living room is probably going trashed with both boys acting like mad men 
  • Germany is going to get a phone call about it, he won’t understand it. Probably because the Italian is talking so fast 
  • He’s going to call his boss and demand the papers. He wants to be a papa, let him be a papa.

Japan:

“I…I’m honored… どうもありがとうございました”

  • Japan.exe has stopped working due to cuteness, to solve problem:give tea and warm blanket
  • He is probably so honored that this child thinks he is worthy of being a father 
  • Probably going to look up how to be a good father, every library within ten miles of the house isn’t going to have any parenting books for the next two weeks 
  • Might hug the boy. MIGHT.  He feels like he should and perhaps a family hug is needed for such a beautiful moment?
  • He’ll ask the mother if it okay to adopt her son and will probably ask the mother for her hand in marriage. So that they can truly be one happy family.
  • Will try to be the best dad ever. He might not seem like he’s a good dad at first, but to his little family he’s the best dad anyone could ever ask for
Arranged Marriage

Where my family comes from, arranged marriages are still very much the norm. It’s really not what most people think when they hear “arranged marriage”; it’s more like going on a blind date set up by people (usually your parents) who know you, love you, and have your best interests at heart with a very clear endgame. My parents always said that my opinion would be the only one that mattered in the end and that I could say no to whoever they brought home, no questions asked. A love match also wasn’t entirely off the table, even if it wasn’t their ideal choice for me.

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Vienna ritual and meeting the band after the show!

I will try to keep it as short as I can.

So, three days ago I was at my second Ghost ritual. First one was in 2014. Since 2nd era is in every way my favorite, I am so glad I saw them back then.

I really had no trouble getting to the barrier, cause I was among the first ones in the queue. I wanted to stand between Fire and Papa in the front row and that’s exactly where I ended up. Perfect spot. Now, new Ghouls… Let me just say that I wouldn’t mind if they stayed in Ghost until the end. They literally hypnotized me. I usually jump, dance, headbang and stuff, but not here. I just wanted to watch and listen. They were all over the place. I didn’t know where to look and who to look at. There was constantly something happening. Their energy is captivating. And on top of all that there is Papa, who’s always doing something interesting. Highlights of the show were Papa’s stares at me on 4 or 5 occasions and one dirty question. :) I won’t go into much details here, sorry for that. When that man fixates you, he doesn’t let go, but I am sure many of you know that. Fire was responding to my hearts in the most adorable way, he threw me picks two times. Aether too. He came in front of me and threw me his pick, but it didn’t reach me unfortunately. I was the happiest person!

After the show was over we went to the bus and didn’t have to wait for too long before Aether came. The man is amazing, so chill and talkative. He asked for my name and wrote it on the cover of my favorite album. I complimented his energy and moves on stage and he replied ‘It’s because we are young’. :)) The next one who came to greet us was Earth. My God, that man is precious. He was the biggest surprise for me, in a positive way, cause I didn’t really hear so much stories of him coming out. But he is soo adorable and shy. And polite. He signed my Opus twice. :))) He is welcoming and smiley. One girl wanted him to sign her shirt and he was like ‘R U sureee?’ Lovely man. Then Fire came out. Nothing new here to say. So polite, considerate and adorable. He brought his own sharpie and was so proud of himself, sweetie. Likes to hug, smile and talk. In fact they all like to hug. :) Then Papa came out of the venue with Water and both of them headed straight to the bus, but Papa said that he’ll be back in a second. He came back with a man that was standing next to him and telling us to back off a bit, so that he could sign stuff to everyone. I don’t know if he is always accompanied by that man or it is something new, considering the shitty situation happening in fandom right now. I have nothing new to say about Papa. The man is the most polite and considerate man ever. He talks, smiles, hugs, shakes hands… He is really precious human being. I will say it again: I don’t care what he does in his private life. I see him as public person whom I have zero negative things to say about.

Now when it’s all over, it’s a bit hard coming back to reality, but I’m sure I’ll see them again soon.

the fact that we never rly got to see much of crookedstar & graystripe’s relationship makes me kinda sad cus like, it was pretty clear that crookedstar did really like graystripe / thought he was a good papa to his grandkits, and i ust??? man what wasted potential

- graystripe having someone else outside of thunderclan who was at least on his side; he was able to have someone to talk to and other family in another clan

- in canon its clear that graystripe probably grew up w/ out much of a father figure aside from lionheart, so imagining graystripe bonding w/ crookedstar bc he reminded him of his old mentor and is his father-in-law is ADORABLE

- crookedstar!! being nice 2 graystripe!! having someone he can talk to silverstream about and understanding why his daughter cared about this fluffhead so much, cus graystripe is a sweetie

- graystripe….n crookedstar….doing father-son bonding ok like thats the thing. crookedstar probably taught him how 2 fish just like he did to silverstream ad graystripe still is not good at fishing he hates it

gryffindor!mark

the hogwarts!got7 au that no one asked for but I desperately needed

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warning: slowest burn but super fluffy 

word count: 9.3k 

a/n: hi, this is weird for me to write but tumblr and this world is generally lacking a got7 hogwarts au so here I am. my biggest inspiration for this and what gave me the idea of this was cosykims bts’ hogwarts series . Check it out cause it’s amazing and I love it! also make sure to read my post ‘got7 and their hogwart houses’ so you know what the other boys houses are because they will be mentioned.


  • okay so imma start of with the visuals of markiepoo in gryffindor
  • so i see mark with his brown hair that goes over his forehead like in the fly era cause that shit was truly magical
  • and like he’s always got his uniform in top not condition cause papa tuan was like ‘boi you better stay clean’
  • so he always has his shoes polished and his shirt tucked in and just lOOKS LIKE A PRINCE
  • like he looks like he owns the place
  • and i see him being a prefect and jackson being super pissed and bitter but also proud and supporting
  • cause mark just seems like that ok
  • but let’s talk about when he first got to hogwarts
  • the sorting hat was so conflicted cause like ‘whERE DO YOU GO’
  • he was debating putting mark in ravenclaw but he was like ‘naH no i ain’t doing it’
  • so after forty seconds the sorting has was like “fuck it HE IN GRYFFINDOr”
  • he was like ‘well ok then’
  • and when you first meet mark it was super awkward 
  • like you were in the great hall making your way towards the hufflepuff table and all of a sudden bAm
  • someone bumps into you and grape juice kinda spills soMEHOW???
  • and mark was like ‘ummmmmm… fuck’ 
  • and you were like ‘omG MY UNIFORM whyyyyy’
  • so you were looking for tissues and trying to clean yourself 
  • and poor mark was trying to help but you didnt notice him 
  • so at this point mark was trying to clean it off your cHEST 

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Star Trek: DS9 Notes - S7, Vol. 1

BACK IN IT, TO WIN IT: Deep Space Nine Season 7!!!!!

7x01 ‘Image in the Sand’
- Majel Barrett’s voice, omg, I’m home
- COLONEL. Colonel Anastasia Komananov. naahh I’m just teasing — COLONEL KIRA :D

new hair too

- Kira: “I remember when the cult of the Pah-Wraiths used to be a joke. Now those red armbands are appearing all over Bajor. It’s like everyone’s gone crazy.”
  Odo: “A lot of people feel abandoned by the Prophets.”
  Kira: “Believe me I know how they feel. But that’s no excuse to turn to hate and fear.”
  anyway it’s 2017 in America and I’m struck
- whattup I missed Miles and Julian like my own friends
- life’s ambition tbh: serving on a starship alongside Career NCO Chief O’Brien
- turns out Ben can play the piano, and it very figures. he’s currently trying to jazz out his feelings.
- I love this show like a childhood I didn’t have. how is this like, retrograde formative. I’m emosh.
- Admiral Ross: “You still think he’s coming back?”
  Kira: “Don’t you?”
  Admiral Ross: “—I’ll be in touch.” ho hoho
- Deep Space Nine is straightforward but not simple. maybe that’s the phrase I’ve been trying to put my finger on for months. because I love a lot of…kinda ornate shows? with a lot of heady stuff going on, all sorts of stylistic experimentation, blah blah blah, and Star Trek…isn’t that. but it’s STRONG. the themes and emotional resonance might be purer for being uncluttered.

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Grandma

“Grandma!”

Corrin and Mikoto’s tea conversation was interrupted when Corrin’s little girl ran into the room. She made a beeline for her grandmother, expecting a hug. Mikoto smiled and scooped Kana up.

“Hi Grandma!”

“Hmhm. Hello, Kana. And how are you today?”

Kana gave Mikoto one of her signature smiles, the widest and happiest Corrin had ever seen. “I had a lot of fun today! Aunt Hinoka let me ride with her on a Pegasus! We flew so fast!”

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