the extraordinary child

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“Elena, it’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I’m haunted by how things might have played out differently if I’d been more willing to hear your side of things. For me, it’s the end. For you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. It’s for that child that I give you my ring. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this. Whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same. As I’ve always loved you, and always will.” - John

the moon: the quintessential mother figure, a swelling stomach shaped like the moon, cradling a baby, a lamp in your eyes guiding you into her arms, darling come home she whispers

jupiter: bellowing laughter emanating from the biggest mansion in the land, inside an overweight man eating an icecream cake for breakfast, he is dressed in every colour of the rainbow, philanthropic and generous, the more of his endless money he gives to others the more jovial he becomes

mercury: androgynous twins, handsome and young, mischievous and wicked quick, playing tricks, vanishing, and lighter than air. they were there in a moment and gone in the next, but you can hear the chatter in the ether

neptune: a siren of the sea, a mermaid rising from the ocean singing her sweet song, follow me child into my extraordinary world, come dear child i will give you everything you ever wanted… and you find her among the mist, everything is not what it seems…

saturn: an old wizard holding an hourglass in a library of knowledge and books. he strokes his long beard as he considers and contemplates, he is draped in a robe of glory, his cottage resting on the tallest mountaintop

venus: the deepest spell of beauty you see reflected in the face of others

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Elena,

It’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I’m haunted by how things might have played out differently if I’d been more willing to hear your side of things. For me, it’s the end. And you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. It’s for that child that I give you my ring. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this:

Whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same. As I’ve always loved you and always will.

— John

Geomantic Tablet

Numerous divinatory arts have been practiced by Muslim societies across the centuries. Since God has absolute control of the universe and of all that we see and understand, omens such as dreams could be recognized as God-given signs.

The ‘Science of the Sand’ (ilm al-raml) is a divinatory technique that interprets a series of figures made of clusters of dots or lines. It can be used to answer all manner of questions from the fidelity of a spouse to the gender of an unborn child. This extraordinary and unique Geomantic Tablet made in Syria (639 AH / 1241–2), made of brass, silver and gold, offered an alternative way to produce geomantic figures normally traced manually in the sand.

You can see it on display, until next weekend, in our Power and Protection exhibition which explores Islamic art and the supernatural.

Images © Trustees of the British Museum

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the vampire diaries appreciation week
day 4 📖  favourite episode — 2x21 “The Sun Also Rises”
Elena,
It’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I am haunted by how things might have turned out differently if I had been more willing to hear your side of things. For me it’s the end. For you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. It’s for that child that I give you my ring. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this
whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same, as I’ve always loved you and always will. Love,
John

the moon: the quintessential mother figure, a swelling stomach shaped like the moon, cradling a baby, a lamp in your eyes guiding you into her arms, darling come home she whispers

jupiter: bellowing laughter emanating from the biggest mansion in the land, inside an overweight man eating an icecream cake for breakfast, he is dressed in every colour of the rainbow, philanthropic and generous, the more of his endless money he gives to others the more jovial he becomes

mercury: androgynous twins, handsome and young, mischievous and wicked quick, playing tricks, vanishing, and lighter than air. they were there in a moment and gone in the next, but you can hear the chatter in the ether

neptune: a siren of the sea, a mermaid rising from the ocean singing her sweet song, follow me child into my extraordinary world, come dear child i will give you everything you ever wanted… and you find her among the mist, everything is not what it seems…

saturn: an old wizard holding an hourglass in a library of knowledge and books. he strokes his long beard as he considers and contemplates, he is draped in a robe of glory, his cottage resting on the tallest mountaintop

venus: the deepest spell of beauty you see reflected in the face of others

A small Yuuya, realising being a Dove agent is scary business, after accidentally ending up in the middle of a gun fight right after his training began.

Misadventures in Babysitting

Summary: Ron hoped he and Hermione could at least function as ordinary baby-minders, but Teddy Lupin is an extraordinary child.

Rating: T for language


A pleasant breeze wound its way through a park on the outskirts of London on a beautiful autumn afternoon, ruffling the rather exceptional hair - his bright ginger, hers prodigiously bushy - of a young couple ensconced on a bench. Though the day wasn’t particularly cold, the couple sat close together as they watched two little boys enthusiastically dig and roll about in the park’s sandpit. They laughed at the children’s antics, one every now and then pointing out to the other something particularly cute the little brown-haired boy had done.

“Look at how clever he is with that little spade. Oh goodness, he is going to need such a bath tonight!” Hermione exclaimed as Teddy upended a small pail of sand over his head and laughed uproariously.

Ron unconsciously squeezed his arm around her a little tighter at the happy tone of her voice. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, ignoring the flyaway strands of her hair that the wind blew into his face, and reflected on how surprisingly well the day had gone.

When his father had flooed into the shop that morning with the news that his mother had a nasty cold and couldn’t watch Teddy, Ron had surprised everyone - himself included, truth be told - by offering to take him for the afternoon. After all, he had never watched the rambunctious 18-month-old on his own, or any other child for that matter. When you came from a big family, people expected you to be good with kids - but it didn’t really hold when you were the almost-youngest. He had practically been a baby himself when Ginny was born, so he had never really had any experience watching over a much-younger child.

As soon as he told Hermione, she had actually taken the afternoon off to help (Ron chose to believe that this was a mark of her fondness for spending time with Teddy rather than an indication of her confidence in his single-handed baby-minding abilities), so he had the bonus of spending a weekday afternoon with his hard-working girlfriend. The time was doubly-precious as his Auror training program was due to resume shortly, meaning extended bouts away from home and a dispiriting lack of leisure time.

Not wanting to expose Teddy to any germs at the Burrow, they had first taken him to their flat where he had spent an hour playing with a grudging Crookshanks. Teddy had been delighted with the furry, orange beast, chasing him and babbling his version of the cat’s name, but when “Gooks” started making several aggressive bids for escape Hermione had wisely suggested this nearby park.

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Does anyone else have a child with extraordinary bad taste in candy?

Took Lachlan to the movies today and told him he could pick out candy. Out of all the good candy on the list, Reese’s pieces, snow caps, sour patch kids, skittles, this little kid with zero taste picks out dots. Mother fucking dots. I shut that down real quick and told him to pick again.
He picked out twizzlers when I suddenly realized, he doesn’t have bad taste in candy. He is a clever bastard who doesn’t want to share and is currently reaping the benefits of hoarding all the sugar to himself.

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→ 10. John Gilbert
“Elena… it’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I’m haunted by how things might have played out differently. If I’d been more willing to hear your side of things. For me, it’s the end. For you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. It’s for that child that I give you my ring. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this. Whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same as I’ve always loved you, and always will. John.”

Originally posted by glitterxspite


the moon: the quintessential mother figure, a swelling stomach shaped like the moon, cradling a baby, a lamp in your eyes guiding you into her arms, darling come home she whispers

jupiter: bellowing laughter emanating from the biggest mansion in the land, inside an overweight man eating an icecream cake for breakfast, he is dressed in every colour of the rainbow, philanthropic and generous, the more of his endless money he gives to others the more jovial he becomes

mercury: androgynous twins, handsome and young, mischievous and wicked quick, playing tricks, vanishing, and lighter than air. they were there in a moment and gone in the next, but you can hear the chatter in the ether

neptune: a siren of the sea, a mermaid rising from the ocean singing her sweet song, follow me child into my extraordinary world, come dear child i will give you everything you ever wanted… and you find her among the mist, everything is not what it seems…

saturn: an old wizard holding an hourglass in a library of knowledge and books. he strokes his long beard as he considers and contemplates, he is draped in a robe of glory, his cottage resting on the tallest mountaintop

venus: the deepest spell of beauty you see reflected in the face of others

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Elena                                                                                                                                                          It’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I’m haunted by how things might have played out differently. If I’d been more willing to hear your side of things. For me, it’s the end. For you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this. Whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same as I’ve always loved you, and always will.

                                                                                                                    John

I could write any of the 16 posts currently languishing in my drafts folder, the 3 long fics I have been working on slash promising people forever, or literally anything in my inbox

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I could spend all Sunday working on a totally self-indulgent fic where an original character navigates the minutiae of the wizarding world’s custody laws!!!!!