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paraclete0407 · 3 years

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Going to give away all my story-ideas a la George Johnston’s ‘The Fire Sale’ since I feel as if Lucifer has been unleashed against me for the destruction of my flesh that I might learn not to blaspheme -

‘The Winners 2012′

With the prototype of my ‘Three Kings’ ultimate self-idea-hero, the Vice Principal or Ass’t Headmaster forced to play basketball, also something about a novel about violoncello and female self-satisfaction, inner life or pseudo-inner-life and my attack on Harvard people for their emetic unending self-celebration, which turned out to be a sort of Kim Jong Il three-day massacre-banquet + they really have a huge problem with alcohol, rape, at the same time they were right IMHO to be eating blueberries and protein-goop and so on sleeping 2hrs a night. Princeton students doing math in lucid dreams. I too would have but in retrospect I literally methinks I deduce that my bio-parents and Waqas my Paki roommate were trying to give me heart-failure in the cause of sociohistorical justice and/or ‘family tree’ hyper-narcissism. I was watching ‘Reply 1997′ and that song ‘Confession’ but I thought ‘I am gonna one day hang out with my friend again and drive through the NJ woods and it’ll all be alright b/c they are gonna have theirs and I am gonna have mine and in the end they will still be able to follow my lead and feel I was worthwhile.’ ‘Headmaster’s Wife’ something something Robert James Waller bidding for continued relevance after ‘Madison County’ but even in 2012 I just honestly wasn’t that fascinated with women or their hobbies at all. I like the Korean poem that says to look at your spouse’s brow, check homework, share food. Everyone wants a room of their own in which to produce bad art, get worse as a person, do that which others could do better. USFK bases are like huge campuses with super-nice beds and the soldiers all appear to need like 5,000 KCAL per diem or they’ll pass out. I had been in the habit of sleeping bolt-straight till I got here and liquified my form. ‘Winners’ got totally out of hand where the Ass’t Headmaster started cruising around looking for anyone and everyone to talk to and never got what he was up to - never ever ever realized that he could minimize his life and walk away, that he was manager-material at Cryan’s Irish Pub or sth, that the principal really might retire one day or just let him step up, if he didn’t keep trying to ‘discharge responsiblities’ or lay the ground for some super-daughter-figure to fulfill the mission that he had been waiting to incipit; and too, he was sort of a priest to begin with and avoided his vocation for years and decades for reasons unknown. My ex-friend from Harvard bragged about staying up for 36hrs doing something and there was President Obama saying ‘Heyyy Harvard Columbia but I also like flip-flops, chips, Occidental, jackass, fag.’ Obama had such an uneven series of statements. I used to blow up on the radio like 1000000% affirmative action; Thomas Sowell is 10000% right that the Ivies were disillusioning and damaging generation of Blacks who couldn’t read fast enough - therefore, better to go back to K-12 / HS and try to give younger people a general preparedness so that they wouldn’t leave it to mercenary oft CCP-seduced (Vogel) and it turns out oft pedophilic prof’s (Alexander Theroux is in the habit of calling Dershowitz ‘dirt’ though I actually agree with him about a lot and hope that he is still in favor of rule of law at this bizarre hour) to form or confer their identity and bequeath their sense of mission in life...

‘Thanksgiving Day’

Possibly my ‘most characteristic novel’ that predicted me never being understood or read with my own grain at all though it contained terrorist threats basically. Of all Korean pop-music with its numerous melismas in a way he most ‘abject’ was Sunny’s song from ‘Story of Wine,’ ‘Finally Now’ which made me realize actually I was gonna get cut up at all the dinner-parties, all my understandings would be met with anti-understandings, everything I simplified would be complicated, whether I throw rock paper or scissor all my ex-friends from Gov School are throwing CCP massive retaliation deepfake AI bury-the-scholar-alive fireballs. So they drove to the South Mountain Res where the homosexual pederasts are acting pedagogical and ‘adoptive’ and they are sitting there like, ‘Well soon it will be deer-hunting season + Chris Christie was saying how teachers like to make kids’ faces light up + give them indelible memories but under all his generosity of acknowledgment / crediting all the while CC was also saying / dogwhistling / inciting if not demanding or ordering, “Eat the poor,”which Obama was also arguably saying.’

I still like Sunny or did like 18 months ago - Tizzard and friends are mad at Cho Kuk; I tried to defend the governing class though this actually clashed with my own belief in people that came from dirt being best qualified as long as they don’t turn utterly prideful; and I’m a monarchist megalomaniac b/c I thought of Kissinger saying, ‘The illegal we do immediately the unconstitutional takes a while’ which I did not eve n intend to mean ‘Milwaukee antinomianism misrule carnivalesque total inversion of values’ and IZ*ONE were ‘rigged’ (destined), ‘Sunkyu’ is a good safe name that I know of and at the end she is like, ‘He is a loser; I am going back to the party anyway; he belongs in a Cistercian monastery or somewhere; it is not wrong to have monks and nuns and celibate married couples and/or those who wat a long time after marriage to have a child...’

‘Everything’ (Everything 2015 / Everything 2021)

Words never said, ‘I’m everything’ - therefore how can you not play my games and _ _ _. This was such an abject apprehension(?) in my own life; I had an ideal solution to the problem and in those days I actually had no acute anxiety nor did I feel this distance(d) awe from anybody but only a low-level thrumming or basso continuou worry or ‘meditation’ (Purpose-Driven Life). I guess now if someone isn’t asking a clear question it might be beside the point to imagine it’s worthwhile to answer and if somebody proffers you a certainty in any part of speech it is best it is best just to respond or non-respond without ay semblance of personality; deflection; without wanting to add anything or change anyone’s mind b/c in the end they who open their wings prematurely will get shot down all the more; and will also become their own worst enemies at times due to the conceits of ‘my nobility; fallen flower; I was Elect; I was anointed [sth. from ‘Sentimental Education’ abt women’s hearts]’

When I was 15 I started thinking a lot about reality and who is real to whom; my favorite piano-piece though in retrospect I might’ve ust listened to it then moved on with better things was Frederic Chopin’s ‘Berceuse’ op. 57 a.k.a. ‘Lullaby’ though originally it was simply ‘Variations.’ Simple left hand, very testing right hand. Michelangeli made a version in which nothing was thrown away or left to chance and a lot of pianists add a deep D-flat to the last chord which I disagreeith b/c the whole point of not using that is taht in the end it’s not a big deal. Best is Kempff 1946 because it’s utterly affectionate, fatherly, almost forgetful. I had once regarded this version or ‘rendering’ as being Kempff’s message to post-Nazi Germany saying, ‘Dream a new dream for a while.’ His left hand is spelling and his right hand is tracing. I used to make up words for this piece ‘I’m real God can’t you see / to break your shield’ but that was with a different count or tempo than the actual notation. Also, the version I heard first was Idil Biret or someone and they made the left hand cycle or reciprocate with a false completeness like an underlying clock when the essence of the ‘Berceuse’ is that the inner voices form a tolling or droning. I years later turned to the even more violent psychopathic Chopin that gave me hand-tremors and I think it is very bad for humans of which the apex was the last page or so of Nocturne 55-2 which is basically heart-explosion into embers. After going to KR I never wanted to touch a piano again except for anything related to Kempff and would walk around Lake Park, Wahl Street, considering Russia, simplicity, ‘c/Chimes.’ Didn’t then realize George Frost Kennan grew up around there and was considering Russia his whole life. I saw ‘Cat Street’ and was put in mind of a Singaporean market or square where they let songbirds talk to each other but it’s ancient history now. Maybe in future no one will care about cats, birds - I don’t really except I grew up in white trash degenerate Mass. where they burned frogs for fun (I was like 3) and put skull-flag all over their rooms. I oppose Mao sparrow-genocide, am fond of dandelions and the Ku Sang poem about dandelions from ‘Infant Splendor.’ However my generation and the people of that time were arguably over-equipped and in one way over-covered in another under-covered.

Voice in my head saying ‘They want Maoism man.’ But I really did believe in those days that others’ futures were like my own past and I perhaps overestiated my own chance of any future understanding, ‘trust-ness,’ and, either stable interiority or cognizable reliable plain-as-day face-to-face exteriority.

I also read Somerset Maugham’s critiques of ‘the Russian sense of humor’ which I approved of and my mom recently dreamed of the cat running out with his tail burnt.

There are perhaps only so many possible variations or stories and ‘today’s character’ is a real human being in the present moment and placement not just your favorite actress or whatever or whomever that would follow you to the ends of the Earth. I have almost no idea right now whether others want what I want or not; I had fantasized about writing speeches and always taking my family with me on the campaign-airplane which in retrospect is not perforce responsible and might’ve been mental Bidenism. I had only felt that it would or could be good for people in the future / future Man to be aware of one another’s burdens like let your son or daughter know when you’re working really hard instead of playing / representing Santa Dad when you’re really storing up UncleHammer and CrushFather vengeance, whether motivated by presumption and reactionary atavism or by the Will of God in the case of Mr. David James Johnston must be pulverized in to ‘coulisse bright dark tragic chiaroscuro’...In ‘Coming Home Again’ Changrae Lee’s mom was telling him how hard his psychiatric dad worked in graduate school and that is something I believe kids should know but there again what if immgrant young people really do grow up or ‘come up’ with this ‘Minima Moralia’ (Adorno cf. Vatican Censoriate) sense that ‘wrong life cannot be rightly lived,’ a horrific desolate phrase, that existence is a ‘battle life’ and that evth we do right today is a down-payment on wrong tomorrow.

In the ‘diaspora(?)’ of Evangelical Christianity following the passing away of a very famous and beautifully simply and consistent apologist Ravi Zacharias there was a cataclysmic revelation concerning his treatment of masseuses, first in terms of sexual harrassment and later unless it is all ‘fake news’ the discovery of a trove of actual records of abuse. I‘m Reddit ButBothSides relativism but it really almost feels as if there had been the mentality of a ‘treasury of merit’ but I don’t even want to say anything like that. Strange keepsakes! I feel as though ‘everybody deserves to know’ I am pretty certain I could be indicted for sexual harrassment in the Republic of Korea from a specific instant I recall very vividly + it might be good to do so in view of the current society’s determination to stop driving women toward suicide but IDK whether I ough to say that to anyone in Milwaukee b/c around here they’re racists and polyamorists and it’s more CCP paleo-peudo-Confucian mistress-culture where my dad is checking out my girlfriends and orgy and procurement are considered acts of unconditional love(?). Many years ago I looked at the Joongang Daily and say a ‘diptych’ of ‘T-ARA to release new song in November’ and ‘Uhm Taewoong arraigned for solicitation in [’my last stop’]’ + I adored TIAMO but it made me sad that the yougest member of this group was posing ith little girls all carring playing cards b/c it was lke a Chaim Potok novel that said mutatis mutandis ‘child-rearing is all gambling’ which goes against my sense of what is possible and even practical with a proper chain of care and ‘absolute ownership.’ And there I had been eager to join in the American Families Plan but then it really is still public schools where (Chesterton), ‘ The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of Conservatives is to prevent mistakes from being corrected.’ Professionalism, fair compensation, training, re-training, good data, involving parents. I am just sad b/c I realized I don’t really get how good or bad the SoE’s are anymore but the costs of Chromebooks and such are immense and I’m almost 100% certain the kids still have noisy homes, no good desks, + many of the staff are single moms nursing etc. + teacher-tenure and ‘middle class wages’ IMHO have been drawing mercenary self-righteous ideologue-automoton mental Boomers for decades and they still don’t get it but I’m super-sad b/c I just have no way I know of finding out!

I like talking to psychiatrists b/c they get stuff about autism as well as in some cases literal demons and matters such as handwriting, Arabic script going ‘backwards,’ but in the end they too appear committed to doing whatever the current overlord(s) of the world order are going to do. At the mental hospital they’re writing stuff like ‘schiz- ____’ nd saying ‘sign I’ll date’ and when I say ‘that’s an official document’ the union pozzers around here are like ‘it’s my document’ like Hell it is. You’re on strike against truth and morality and that’s no joke! You better give me heart-failure tonight or I will eventually bring a suit against your ‘whole host’ but that itself is beside the point because of Delta and drones and the fact that this is a revelating(?) era and a literal Judgment of God, which I had been hoping to weather and eventually execute my long-incubating intention but I truly am concerned what could present roll over and through this city.

This spectre or menace of a saturating, superceding, overriding ‘raison d’etat’ in the earthly world order soon to come and everything going to be unsealed anyway so that your private life is really just ‘a paper heart merit-badge that says “private life” on it’ and in future even a confirmation of something or someone is not really a confirmation. Puts in mind of the MLG song ‘Kiss Me’ about ego and commitment and the valences and intersections(?) of different potential promises or forecasts. My old friend Miles used to write about kissing a lot and I had reflections about kissing and such matters but IDK now if he’s a cultural Maoist advocating to defund the LAPD or he just ‘keeps his virtue to himself’ and feeds trash the ‘Arab Street’ about not protecting weak people from criminals.

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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747.

Hola, hablas espanol? >> No, unfortunately. All the Spanish I learned in high school immediately fell out of my head from disuse once I’d graduated. But I could probably pick it up again relatively quickly if I felt like it, because the pathways have already been forged in my brain and just have to be rewired or whatever. Music is playing right now, isn’t it? What song? >> No, I considered playing some but I think quiet is working out better for me right now. How many cell phones have you gone through in your life? >> Quite a few, I don’t know. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? >> No.

Who was the last person you screamed at? Why were you screaming? >> I don’t scream at people.

Can you crack your joints? Which ones? >> I crack my finger knuckles, but that’s basically it. What’s your favorite name for a guy? And a girl? >> --- Are you good at answering trick questions? >> Questions like these are just rare enough that the fact that I just answered this on a recent survey makes me wonder if I’m taking the same survey over again and somehow forgot the rest of the questions. Do you need spellcheck in order to spell things correctly? >> No, I have a very good memory for word spellings (and a pretty good grasp of phonics, which helps), for whatever reason. Do you do too many surveys? How many have you done today? >> No, I don’t do “too many” surveys. This is the first one I’ve done today. Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone? Who? >> I’m honestly not too sure how that would work. Even when I voluntarily try to behave differently than I usually do -- not for anyone else’s benefit, particularly, just for the Science of it all -- I always fall back on my “default” self eventually because acting takes energy that I don’t have a great amount of in the first place. So... I think I’d expose myself as a fraud pretty quickly, which would ruin the whole game. Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? >> I don’t know. Mostly I’m preoccupied with trying not to give up on myself. What was the last thing you printed? Is there even ink in your printer? >> --- What’s your favorite number? Is there any reason that’s your favorite? >> My number is 19. It’s not a favourite, per se, it’s just The Number. Also, I do think I’ve taken this survey before, but considering how many surveys I’ve taken since starting this account, that was bound to happen eventually (and might have happened more than once already). What kind of shampoo do you use? Does it smell amazing? >> The brand is Cantu. It smells all right. Do you go to concerts? What was the last one you attended? >> Not anymore, my sensory issues and touch aversion are too much. But I’ve been to a lot of them so at least I got to have good experiences before my brain decided it hated everything about being alive. The last concert I attended was... uh... was it the Hozier one? Yeah, because we didn’t go to Trans-Siberian Orchestra last year. So it was Hozier, and I mostly suffered the whole time, but Sparrow had a great time which is good because I totally ruined her chance to see him in Chicago that time by going todash off one edible like a little bitch. Do you shop online? With your own credit card, or someone else’s? >> I mean, yeah, especially nowadays. And yes, I use my own card. Who’s your best friend? How long have you known each other? >> --- Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Why did you break up? >> --- Have you ever gotten your nails done? Or do you get them done regularly? >> I’ve had them done professionally three times -- twice wasn’t really up to me (I was a teenager and adults decided it for me), and the third time was just before my wedding last year. I don’t really enjoy the experience so I will not be repeating it, lol. I just wanted to have nice nails to go with my very nice outfit. Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? >> Well, I was on the balcony for about five minutes. The season is taking a long time to get to the kind of weather I enjoy, so. Tell me about the last thing that made you laugh until it hurt. >> I don’t remember. When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? >> I got this bed... a year ago? More or less. It’s very comfortable for me, yeah. What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? >> I don’t really remember.

Have you ever buried a time capsule with a friend? Did you dig it up yet? >> No, I did put one in my closet when I was a child, though. I opened it pretty soon afterward because I couldn’t really conceptualise waiting for a long time to open it. Do you have or want any tattoos? Of what? >> I have some and I want more. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? >> Yeah, because it was like two years ago. Sparrow let me drive her car around a school parking lot. Do any of your friends drink excess amounts of alcohol? Do you? >> I don’t think anyone I know drinks excessively. No, I don’t. I used to. What color is your favorite hoodie? When did you get it? >> All my hoodies are black except the Welcome to Night Vale one. How many pairs of shoes do you have? Are they under your bed? >> Two, not counting weather boots. No, they’re on a rack by the front door. What exactly is under your bed? Is it a mess? >> Nothing. Have you ever been in handcuffs? Why, exactly? >> Yes. Because of being put in juvie, because of being taken to the psych ward by cops, and because of being taken in on an unpaid-fine warrant. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? >> Listen to music, mainly. Or watch something I enjoy. Of course I would do those things sober. When was the last time you bled? What happened? >> I don’t remember. Have you ever had to be put to sleep at a hospital? Why? >> No. Do you actually have a calendar on your wall? What are the pictures of? >> No. When are you planning on moving out of your parents’ house? >> --- Tell me about your day today. :) >> After the initial jubilation at being in the apartment alone for the first time in a month, and playing a little FFXIV, it rapidly devolved into a trauma brain party so I spent the afternoon in bed trying desperately not to spiral too far. Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any pets? >> Yeah, I love dogs, they’re great. I live with a cat. Who was the last person in your family to graduate high school? Was it you? >> --- Have you ever been on a cruise? How many? Where did they go? >> No, but I’m interested. I’d probably hate it after a day, but I still want to try it for myself and see what happens.

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summerseachild · 5 years

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Summersea’s GoT Season 6 Tumblr Spoiled First Time Watch 2019: Part 1

So I was going to rename this a “hatewatch” now that I’ve gotten to a whole season I hadn’t seen before, but let’s be honest. If you’ve seen me reblogging things from later seasons, it was never going to be that. There are things that I knew I was going to enjoy VERY MUCH, and I wasn’t wrong. There were also things that, if I let them, would have had me frothing a the mouth in rage.

But then I reminded myself that I’m vacationing in Castle Not Giving a Shit while I watch the back half of the show, and things were much better after that. I’ve mostly left my in the moment reaction except where I’d had too much wine to be coherent.

Season 6

Hot on the heels of season 5 i still have a third of a bottle of Chardonnay left let’s DO THIS

6x01

1. Lol it’s still in the credits so they continue to pretend like they care about Dorne????

2. Ghost howling 😢😢😢

3. So Davos went straight from staning one dour person to another... he has a type.

4. Some dude in the night’s watch re Melisandre: who’s she? Davos: oh just some lady Who spat a shadow out of her vag once LETS TRUST HER

5. Wow Olly aged a lot over the past five minutes since he killed Jon!

6. Edd please don’t die here. I don’t remember how you go but don’t let it be here

7. Boo hoo poor little psychopath lost his gf. No one cares, Ramsay. Myranda deserved what she got AND SO WILL YOU

8. My soul left my body like three times during that chase scene where Theon and Sansa are running from the Bolton men. POOR COLD BBS

9. That hug where they’re just CLINGING TO EACH OTHER THIS SHOULD NOT MAKE ME SHIP IT BUT HERE WE ARE

10. THEON SHOWING HIMSELF TO TRY TO KEEP HER SAFE I CANNOT HE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS IF THEY CATCH HIM AND HE DOES IT ANYWAY SO SHE MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

11. IT’S BRIENNE OF MF-ING TARTH OMG YAY

12. Also go Theon killing that dude

13. UGH THE SWEARING FEALTY SCENE WITH SANSA AND BRIENNE AND ALL OF THEIR FACES AND SANSA LOOKING TO THEON BEFORE ACCEPTING AND POD REMINDING HER OF THE WORDS IT IS PERFECT

14. Give me the AU where Theon lives and stays at Winterfell because he wants to be near her and they understand each other and Brienne is in her Queensgiard I AM NOT ASKING MUCH

15. Meanwhile in other trauma hi Cersei

16. UGH LOOK HOW SHE RUNS ACROSS THE COURTYARD TO SEE HER DAUGHTER

17. So... that scene with Jaime and Cersei where they talked about seeing Joanna’s dead body and she... Doesn’t blame him??? For Myrcella? Like I thought she would??? And she tells him about the prophecy??? And they hug??? Yeah that’s in contention for my fav Lannister twin scene ever? Top five at the very least. (And another member of the “Jaime writes his siblings’ dialogue” club.)

18. For all of his false kindness and gentleness the High Sparrow is just as bad as any of them, and When I’m not seething with anger I can appreciate how nuanced Jonathan Pryce’s performance is.

19. Wtf Ellaria and Tyene murdering Doran.

20. OMG TRYSTANE and I call Sand Snake Character Assassination here they are just SO BITCHY and without honor and the Dorneish are SO HONOR OBSESSED ugh why I hate it Also was that Myrcellas ship? Are there two bitchy Sand snakes just chilling in king’s landing now??

21. Tyrion and Varys among the people is kind of fascinating. Also what’s up with that Red Priest? Another who thinks the lord of light chose Dany?

22. Oh no the ships... Varys and Tyrion running TOWARD trouble says a lot about them.

23. Did the showrunners... forget Jorah would know the word Khalasar? Why would he say horde?

24. At least the Khals believe Dany is Drogo’s widow?

25. Ok so the waif is fascinating and her movements are just so... Succinct. A++ physical acting or whatever the word is.

26. Whoa that’s Melisandre without the necklace?? Cool story bro but why did she choose then to take it off? What does that tell us about her as a character or her powers? Just wanted to show some crone boobs? IDEK that was a weird ending.

6x02

1. The trailer reminds us that BRAN IS IN THIS SHOW

2. Remember this kid? He’s a Stark! He’s VERY IMPORTANT! He’s GONNA BE KING, but he wasn’t in all of season 5. He matters WE PROMISE.

3. The older generation of Starklings!!! I would be lying if I didn’t say seeing Lyanna and Brandon and Ned and Benejen And Nan and bb Hodor didn’t give me a LOT of feelings. (Also Bloodraven is the Worst Ghost of Christmas Past Ever.)

4. Cross fandom wish: I want to see Hodor, Groot, and Rocket have a conversation where everyone understands every word.

5. So... Meera and Summer have been hunting so that they all stay alive, right?? Otherwise WHAT ARE THEY EATING

6. Ok I take back what I said about them only having the Children once, but that was WEAK. “Help Bran, Meera. Because I said so and I’m a creepy magical person whose motivations are unclear”

7. YEAAAAAH WUN WUN SMASH THOSE TRAITORS. Good on you too Edd for taking charge.

8. Ugh every bar has one like that asshole talking about Cersei. And I don’t think he’s long for this world

9. I LOVE BEING RIGHT HI GREGOR

10. Why would Tommen keep Cersei away from Myrcella’s funeral. OH GODS HE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT HER.

11. Ugh Jaime is tired of keeping vigil over his dead family members GIVE HIM A BREAK

12. Also Jaime promising never to let Cersei be in a cell again while he’s there AAAAHHH YES 🦁 ❤️

13. There’s nothing more dangerous than a fanatic who fears nothing, Jaime. But him threatening the High Sparrow was made of sex.

14. SEVEN HELLS did Tommen just give Cersei the idea to blow up the sept

15. Dany’s council meeting in absentia is kind of neat. I was wondering how those crazy kids were doing.

16. Lol I drink and I know things is ABOUT TYRION KNOWING ABOUT DRAGONS 🐉 I DID NOT KNOW THAT AND I LOVE IT

17. Tyrion being like “please DO NOT EAT THE ALLIES (me)” to Viserion and Rhaegal is amazing

18. Viserion is all ME TOO LET ME GO HERE’S THE CHAIN SMALL HUMAN when he shows Tyrion his neck.

19. That was a rough test Jaqen

20. Yes Ramsay please march North I dare you

21. Roose KNOWS what Ramsay is and tries to steer him out of it but I don’t think he truly understands how deep the crazy goes

22. HOLY SHIT RAMSAY JUST STABBED HIS DAD and everyone either is too scared of Ramsay to do anything about it or was in on it. LOOKING AT YOU KARSTARK ASSHOLE

23. Oh Walda you sweet trusting soul he is going to feed you and your baby to those dogs isn’t he. I DON’T like being right. Have I mentioned that?

24. Brienne recognizing Sansa’s choices were hard ❤️❤️

25. Ugh Theon talking about all the things he’s done and Sansa hugging him anyway aaaaah my soul

26. It’s hard to hear someone else say they forgive you you when you don’t think you deserve forgiveness, and he’s definitely not ready to hear it from Jon. (But he’s ready to hear it from Sansa because of what they’ve been through together? I like that explanation and I’m sticking to it.)

27. Oh right Pyke exists the show doesn’t remember that unless it’s convenient.

28. HOW DARE YOU REFERENCE THAT PINECONES LINE SHOW YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THAT

29. Ok at least Yara cares about her people and we get to see it.

30. OMG Euron? He’s the one who kills Balon?

31. ...and he’s kind of got delusions of Grandeur? “I am the drowned god” wtf sir.

32. Gotta admit Iron Islands burial customs are kinda neat

33. We get the Kingsmoot? I’m listening, show... you’re on notice but I’m listening.

34. Depressed Melisandre is depressed. Wait... has she never done the raising from the dead thing? SEVEN HELLS SHE HASN’T.

35. A pep talk from Davos might snap me out of my crisis of faith too.

36. Thoros can do this in the language of Westeros, but I guess if Valyrian works for you...

37. I love Tormund peacing out of the room with Mostly Dead Jon like “I have had enough of this south of the wall bullshit”

38. Did Melisandre reach the lord of lights answering machine and it took him a while to get back? “If you would like to leave a resurrection request for R’hllor, please press one...”

39. Ghost’s eyes open AND SO DO JON’S hey bro

6x03 this episode is called Oathbreaker ARE WE ABOUT TO GET TO SEE THE FLASHBACK TO JAIME KILLING AERYS PLZ TELL ME

1. He liiiives! Poor Jon... what did you see while you were gone I wonder?

2. Oh jeez it was nothing. At least he has the most comforting sensible person in this series to help him through.

3. I like that Jon gets to come downstairs and HUG TWO OF HIS FRIENDS and none of the nights watch or the wildlings bat an eye or seem to think less of him for it. LET MEN HUG.

4. Oh jeez Sam’s taking Gilly and the baby to Horn Hill? Do we get to meet his mom? (No one cares about Randylll but I think we might get to meet him too?)

5. BB Sam is SO CUTE HE HAS HAIR NOW.

6. Wait is Gilly pregnant again?

7. That is the Tower of Joy and I AM NOT READY

8. HOLY SHIT HOWLAND REED KILLED ARTHUR DAYNE?

9. Sword of the morning indeed WHAT A BADASS (somewhere in my soul Jaime is waving an “Arthur Dayne Rocks” banner) there’s no way Ned could have won that fight without help and now Bran knows that??? I don’t really have anything interesting to say here I just love the idea of a kid getting to see the truth of a family story that’s radically different from what he thought he knew.

10. Past Ned HEARD BRAN? FASCINATING?

11. Oh right Dany is about to meet all of the other widows of the Khals this could be cool but knowing d and d it won’t be because it would involve treating WoC with nuance.

12. Not impressed so far.

13. So this girl Varys is meeting with is in league with the Sons of the Harpy? Good my memory is intact.

14. all this with Varys actually TRYING to take care of Meereen is fun...

15. Tyrion being like OMG I AM BORED PLZ TALK ABOUT SOMETHING to Grey Worm and Missandei is the most him thing ever. I feel you Bro. He’s a people person deep down and just wants to be friends so badly.

16. Qyburn with all of Varys’ little birds and making kids’ abusive parents disappear is PRECIOUS.

17. Don’t poke the Mountain, Jaime

18. LANNISTER MUSICAL CHAIRS PART 2 also Jaime is ON THE SMALL COUNCIL NOW??? Who gave book!Cersei three wishes??? Him actually being in her corner and working with her as a team must be like a wish come true...

19. “Grand Maester Pycelle would you sanction that starement?” 😂 Lena’s delivery of that line made me laugh so hard we had to rewind to hear the dialogue.

20. No no don’t leave the three of them together they’ll plan murder. Well, Cersei and Jaime will. Gregor will nod.

21. Tommen confronting the high sparrow fascinated me. He has some of the I WILL KILL YOU family traits on display here but it’s understandable given what his family has gone through at the high sparrows hand. I’d be threatening murder too if I were him.

22. What are you playing at mr high Sparrow? Because I don’t trust you farther than I can throw you, and I don’t even have a good arm.

23. The Hound was not on her list any more 😢 that whole scene with Arya recounting her life and learning to fight blind is NEAT.

24. Wait faceless men are immune to the poison in the water?? Cool.

25. Is that supposed to be Greatjon Umber’s son who refuses Jon? What an ass.

26. My wife adds, “THESE LOSERS are the people Sansa is supposed to be queen of?”

27. OH SHIT OSHA AND RICKON AND SHAGGYDOG HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN? (Please let Sansa Find out who did that and who helped and give them what they deserve... there’s no way anyone took down that wolf alone.) I HATE THAT WE ARE NEVER GOING TO GET CLOSURE ON THAT PROBABLY.

28. Oh shit Jon has to hang the traitors that’s gonna be hard on him.

29. At least Alliser is consistent.

30. Jon did what he had to do... just like Ned in the first ep.

31. Wait WHAT did you just hang those men and then LEAVE? Isn’t leaving just as damaging to the order as killing the lord commander? That seemed overly quick and weird but ok????

32. Guess Jon was the Oathbreaker.

6x04

1. If anyone deserved an I JUST DIED crisis, it’s Jon. Also, the vows say, “it will not end until my death...” so technically...

2. Brienne got them up to the Wall QUICK. She is nothing if not efficient.

3. Sansa and Jon are like, “so... how cool are we going to play this? NOT COOL AT ALL LETS HUG” so sweet.

4. “Where will WE go?” Yes stay together Starklings because family is important certainly don’t scatter to the four winds or anything 🙄

5. I kind of love that Sansa’s the one who insists on taking back Winterfell and is all “help me or not I’m doing it”

6. I’m Brienne of Tarth and I HAVE A LONG FUCKING MEMORY. Wait... wrong show. (She DOES, though...)

7. Wow Petyr lying about Sansa being forced to Marry Ramsay... he’s playing the lords of the Vale like a fiddle.

8. That’s a lovely bird he got Robin. What a pretty boy.

9. Missandei staring daggers at Tyrion is Excellent Content. The “Tyrion tries to be a little more diplomatic but this involves dealing with slavers” problem is... a bit oversimplified, but at least they’re addressing it? Still not great.

10. Jorah and Daario are off on a secret mission and I cant stop hearing the Galavant song.

11. The older widow of the Dosh Khaleen is more interesting than the show will let her be.

12. Is that Lazareen widow Dutch from Killjoys? IT IS!!!!

13. Guess what high Sparrow NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS CONVERSION STORY LEAST OF ALL ME (guess who has some issues with organized religion it’s meeeee)

14. Way to act your heart out, though, Jonathan Pryce.

15. So idk if I’ve made a big deal about this but I’m SUPER QUEER and seeing Loras broken like that made my heart stop for a second.

16. “Not setting off” fanatics, huh Pycelle? I think Cersei has other ideas 😈 🔥

17. Tommen is TALLER THAN CERSEI NOW

18. Cersei and Jaime trying to get Olenna and Kevan on their side against the High Sparrow is... smarter than I thought it was going to be when they walked into that room. They had a united front, they were clearly working together... WHAT IS THIS I LIKE IT

19. Theon looks like a ghost of himself. :( And Pyke looks all creepy.

20. Jeez Yarra go easy on your little brother his psyche still has cracks in it. I guess it’s understandable that she’s pissed given the failed rescue and the timing of his arrival. I kept just waiting for him to say “I want to be home,” when she yelled WHAT DO YOU WANT but he didn’t and that makes me sad. (Home should have been Winterfell or wherever Sansa was just saying.)

21. Oh Osha don’t try it... shit. Well, you tried

22. And Tormund’s epic crush on Brienne begiiiiiins

23. SHIT RAMSAY TELLS JON HE HAS RICKON

24. Sansa insisting on reading the rest of the letter from Ramsay is... made of steel. I’m here for her being the driving force behind this attempted rescue.

25. I didn’t realize that so many Dothraki knew about how Dany lost the baby and Drogo.

26. DID DANY JUST KILL ALL OF THE KHALS? Girl knows how to make an entrance? The optics here are sooooo problematic but she looks DAMNED impressive the plan in and of itself is sound - gets rid of the men who don’t respect her and shows herself to be indestructible in one power move...

6x05 OH NO THIS IS CALLED THE DOOR I THINK I KNOW WHAT IS COMING

1. Is it just me or are d and d writing more and more episodes themselves?

2. Sansa has had enough of Littlefinger’s bullshit. Making him face up to what HE LEFT HER TO WHEN HE MARRIED HER TO RAMSAY AND ABANDONED HER YES GOOD.

3. When he says “did he cut you” and Sansa talking about Ramsay not caring as long as she could give him an heir... does that mean what I think it does? FGM? I hate that I even wonder. (Still not sure about this, but I don’t put it past them to imply something horrific like that and then not come back to it.)

4. The more I see the waif fight, the cooler she gets.

5. Faceless men founded Braavos? Right I KNEW that.

6. Ok the play is fun... complete with sound effects. So interesting to see what people in Braavos think of everything that happened.

7. So... I would Lady Crane’s voice anywhere. Hi Phryne!

8. Oh wow look at all the CotF

9. THEY MADE THE WHITE WALKERS I did not know that and for YEARS before this season came out we had an au idea where that was true and I AM SCREAMING

10. AND THEY DID IT TO DEFEND AGAINST THE ANDALS AND WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO THE TREES

11. Yara’s speech was lovely, Theon supporting her was sweet, but Yara shouldn’t have needed a dude’s support to get that reaction from the crowd. She’s been on Pyke and being badass ALL HER LIFE. That being said, I like to think Yara would have been Queen in this version of things if Euron hadn’t showed up. What a Dick.

12. How does Euron go from wanting to marry Dany to allying with Cersei? I guess I’m about to find out.

13. Damphair knows cpr, idiot showrunners. don’t just let Euron lie there.

14. YES GET AWAY YARA AND THEON AND... a lot of the fleet? Good on them.

15. Jorah trying to leave Dany and her not letting him and commanding him to find a cure aaaahhhhh my feelings 😢

16. In the real world Tyrion would have been a great campaign manager.

17. If they wanted someone local... why get a red priestess from Volantis? Is this supposed to be the same woman? Do any of the people of Meereen even follow the faith of R’Hollor?

18. Varys having no time for the red faith’s bullshit is SO GOOD. It’s ok Varys you’re probably the most famous eunuch in the world right now. And whoop de doo a sorceress knows a story about a sorcerer it’s a small magical world don’t let her cow you.

19. ...whatcha doing, Bran???

20. Well that’s not creepy at all. Soooo many wights. Were there only... four white walkers including the night king? I’m so confused.

21. “The Umbers gave Rickon to Ramsay they can hang” YES SANSA

22. Why did she lie about getting info from Petyr? (And GOOD ON BRIENNE calling her on it)

23. Brienne calling Jon “a bit brooding” is the most hilarious thing ever. Somewhere Jaime Lannister is laughing his ass off.

24. Yes wolfy clothes for everyone.

25. Awww Edd forgetting he’s acting lord commander is hilarious.

26. SO MANY WIGHTS DON’T DIE MIRA

27. Why are the children and the white walkers on opposite sides? Are these just about rogue CotF? EXPLAIN SHOW EXPLAIN

28. Cool visuals though... the night king walking through that fire was AWESOME.

29. Rickard LOOKS like a stark in that flashback.

30. RIP Bloodraven... glad you didn’t have to see how pointless all of this was.

31. Wait wait plain old wights can KILL THE CHILDREN? Dumb.

32. SUMMER NO I AM NOT OK WITH ANY OF THIS not Leaf either she’s a nice little tree person even if her motivations are unclear.

33. So Bran warging into Hodor in the present and in the past at the same time is what messed him up? Or something about the time folding and Bran BEING THERE?

34. That was upsetting as fuck about Hodor and I AM SAD EVEN THOUGH I KNEW IT WAS COMING

And... tumblr won’t let me post the whole thing. I had A LOT to say about some later episodes. Remember when I was going to keep this to three bullet points for each episode? Yeah me neither.

#summersea got rewatch 2019 #castle not giving a shit #summersea has feels about got #not actually a rewatch

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edream93 · 6 years

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you probably are not taking prompts anymore but if you ever have time and want to write Uma and Harry on pirates of the Caribbean (pirates + Disney)x2!! I think it would be great if it was an Auradon movie and they were called to make a cameo since they are real pirates, but it's up to you 😘

Hi anon! Okay, so this has been in my inbox for awhile and this has also been in my WIP folder for just as long. It’s not the movie idea that you originally wanted but I did have Uma and the crew ride the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. This is just a headcanon list but maybe one day I’ll have time to make it into a oneshot. Hope you enjoy this sporadic ramble of thoughts!

After a tough few months of council meetings, school, and dealing with the relentless press, Ben decides to gift Uma and her crew with a trip to Disney World, the happiest place on Earth (“Sounds like a nightmare.” “Shut it, Harry.”)

(When they had Gil, who had surprisingly taken to using the internet better than anyone else on the crew, Uma had to agree with her first mate that this Disney World did seem like a nightmare.)

When Uma and the crew get there, Uma definitely regrets taking up Ben’s offer.

Unsurprisingly, Gil is ecstatic and gets everyone on the crew mouse ears.

He gives Uma one that has a little crown on it for obvious reasons

Harry gets one with a red and white bow on it with lot of sequins (Either Harry doesn’t know that usually girls get that one or he doesn’t care. Either way, he’s extra enough to make it work.)

Jonas gets a hat that says “It’s my birthday” even though it’s not his birthday but for some reason whenever the stop at a food stand or a restaurant, people always give him some free dessert or something and asking how old he turned (On the Isle they don’t really celebrate birthdays so Jonas has no clue what is going on or why people are giving him free food but he’s not going to stop it.) Winds up with a horrible stomach ache at the end of it but totally worth it.

Desiree and Bonnie get matching Star Wars ears that light up

Gonzo gets a big green hat that says “Goofy” with long black pieces hanging from it looking like ears

And Gil gets the bridal Minnie hat because he was trying it on and Uma (jokingly) said it made him look pretty which Gil instantly believe because in a totally platonic way Gil does think that Uma is super pretty so she would know.

They try all the rides and agree that “It’s A Small World” is a new type of torture because they can’t get the damn song out of their heads and the little doll people creeped them all out.

(“Ye sure this ain’t some sort of cruel and unusual punishment, Captain?” “…I actually have no clue, Hook.”)

Eventually, they find themselves at the “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride.

“This feels like a trap.”

“It’s not a trap, Harry.”

“Nah, Captain. He’s right this feel like a trap.”

-annoyed sigh- “Guys for the last time, this. Is. not. A. tap.”

And Uma was right. It wasn’t a trap. It was much worst.

Harry, sitting next to Uma: “What the hell type of sailing are we supposed to do in these dingy little boats? Where’s the mast? Where’s the wheel?” Gil: “I feel seasick….” Uma: “We haven’t even moved!”

Bonnie, next to Gil: “Why is it so dark?” Jonas, grabbing on to an irritated Desiree as the ride begins: “Yo, I had a dream that began like this. In the end, giant gummy bears ate us. I ain’t going out like that. “You hear me giant gummy bears! I AIN’T GOING OUT LIKE THAT!” Gonzo in the back, too preoccupied with playing with the “ears” of his hat

The crew hearing: “Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev'ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Ye come seekin’ adventure with salty old pirates, eh? Sure you’ve come to the proper place. But keep a weather eye open, mates, and hold on tight. With both hands, if you please. Thar be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones waiting for them what don’t obey.”

Harry scoffing at the voice over, muttering that that’s not how a real pirate sounds before slipping out an unintentional “argggh!”

Harry leading the crew in singing along to “A pirate life” bringing out the flasks of rum that he managed to hide in his jacket.

Desiree, frowning as she hears something, “Does that sound like a waterfall to anyone else?”

Jonas almost peeing his pants at the unexpected drop

Bonnie looking at all the skeletons: “Well this got very dark, very quickly.” Jonas: “Bet you that’s what they’ll do to us once this is over.”

More skeletons.

Jonas: “What the hell?!?!?! How is this the happiest place on Earth? It’s filled with so much death!”

Uma: “Reminds me of when Harry went through his emo phase.”

Harry, smushing Uma’s face with his hands (gently of course): “We don’t. Speak of that.” he says before giving her a quick peck on the forehead. Uma just rolls her eyes.

They past by the figure of Captain Barbossa who always managed to have the best rum on the Isle for a man who couldn’t actually taste it

Harry: “Why does that old windbag get a giant creepy doll thing and not me dad? All old Barbossa does is drink, shit, and fuck!”

Desiree: “Well can your dad turn into a giant walking skeleton at night time? Because you can’t argue how fucking cool that is!”

Harry: -pouts but doesn’t say anything more-

Someone (Harry) passes around another flask of rum that everyone takes a sip from whenever any of the ride’s pirates say “Arrrr!”, “matey”, or any other stereotypical pirate saying. (Jonas and Gonzo taking extra sips basically any time Harry opens his mouth during the ride.)

The pirate crew simultaneously boo-ing but also applauding the Jack Sparrow figure lounging on the throne of gold surrounded by treasure.

Uma, scowling: He was a traitor and a drunk-

Harry, looking like the definition of a fanboy: -but damn did the man have style.

As they pass the robot Jack Sparrow actually smoothly gets up, snatches the flask from Jonas’s hands and gives the crew a bow, winking at Uma and saying “Captain” before falling back in his chair, going back into the robotic motions of drinking from the flask, drunkenly singing “What’s my name? What’s my name? Jack! Say it louder! Drunk pirates have all the fun! Can’t count cause I’m number one!”

Everyone is speechless before Bonny says: “What. A fucking. Icon.”

Jonas looking at his hands: “I’m never washing these hands again.”

Gonzo: “Like you wash your hands to being with.”

The Crew leaves the park with lots of souvenirs thanks to the King’s credit card that may or may not have been given to them

Harry explained easily: he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out in the open like that!

Uma, pinching the bridge of her nose: It was in his pocket!

Harry, looking at her confused: Like I said, he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out like that around pirates!

They also managed to leave the park, only managing to cause one food fight and one small fire (Bonnie: Don’t give me that look guys! You know I like to see things burn!); managing to get the Beast cast actor to go out of character when Jonas threw up all of the deserts he eaten after on him after Gonzo and Desiree had forced him to go on the spinning teacup ride; to scandalize only a handful of parents and their innocent children when Harry and Uma went into a full out makeout with loud moans and wandering hands as the firework show.

When they get back to school and Ben greets them back at the gates Uma places mouse ears with a little tiara between the ears on Ben’s head as Harry smoothly tucks the “borrowed” credit card back into Ben’s pocket.

Ben: Did you see the Pirates of the Caribbean ride? It’s sad that the the Jack Sparrow robot had to be taken out for repairs. You know, when he was still alive, sometimes Mr. Sparrow would show up and take the place of his robot.

Harry and Uma look at each other before saying: When he was alive?

Ben: Yeah, his ship sunk at sea 15 years ago. No one has seen him since and he’s not the most subtle of men so everyone just assumed he was dead after a few years.

Jonas, once been leaves, staring down at his hands: I’m really never washing these hands again!

Uma rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless: What did you expect? He’s a pirate.

#edream93 answers #disney descendants #uma descendants #harry hook #girl descendants #bonnie descendants #jonas descendants #desiree descendants #gonzo descendants #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #sorry this took forever

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marcythewerewolf · 7 years

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Hi - back with another request if that's okay. I spent like an hour going through your writing tag and fell in love. So I was wondering, could you write something where Andrew and Nerissa stayed together? With Mark and Helen (or...Miach and Alessa) as teens/young adults? It could be anything you want; I'd just like to see what you think it'd be like :)

Of course! Fair warning, this one got long (a solid 5k or so) as well. I just really love Nerissa and the Seelie Queen, a lot.

If you’re looking for more very good Nerissa fanfiction, you might be interested in the works of @andrew-blackthorn. Charlotte isn’t in the fandom anymore, so don’t go bothering her about it, but she does have quite a few good stories from a few years ago in her Lady Nerissa tag there, and her take on her influenced me a lot.

Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori

“It is decided. The queen will see you.”

Mark and Helen looked up to see their aunt emerge from their mother’s rooms, ruffled but less destroyed than they had expected. The Lady Nerissa took no prisoners, not even with her sister. In contrast, Aunt Nene was soft and gentle and reserved, making the occasional glimpses of intrigue they snatched all the more intriguing. Surviving a tongue lashing from mother was no mean feat, and this was the first time they’d watched Nene walk away from a sisterly argument victorious.

“What, she agreed?” Mark said, baffled, “That easily?”

The Seelie Queen didn’t like children. Mother and Father didn’t like her seeing Mark and Helen. The arrangement suited everyone, even now that they were grown, big enough that if they’d been faeries full they might have been serving in her retinue.

Aunt Nene sighed, whisper soft. Her hair was wrapped in ropes of ivy today, and leaves occasionally fell off to the floor, where they vanished. “It was not a matter of debate, my sweet Miach. The Queen does not make requests, she only gives orders in a genteel manner. Now come, I will take you to her.”

She held out both hands, like Mark and Helen were toddling children again and needed to be watched in case they wandered into a bottomless pool or made a deal with someone they oughtn’t to have.

Mark and Helen traded a look, a secret communication between siblings. ‘Not much we can do about it,’ Mark shrugged, ‘She is a queen.’ Helen scoffed, and her meaning was clear. It would be best if Mark let her do most of the talking.

Only seventeen and she thought she ruled the world. Mark despaired of older sisters. He liked his Shadowhunter ones better, they never gave him this much trouble, if only because they were too little to.

“Our dad is going to be mad about this when he comes back,” Mark warned, and took his aunt’s hand. It was warm and dry and her skin had a powdery softness about it.

Aunt Nene did not look very impressed by the wrath of Andrew Blackthorn. They didn’t get along. “He may feel however he chooses. This is the Seelie Court you are being raised in, and the Seelie Court you must obey.”

Leaving their mother’s chambers and venturing out into the wilderness of the open was always a shift. It meant going from Helen and Mark to Alessa and Miach. Their mother had named them both, but she prefered their human names better, liked the foreign lilt and the romance of them. She’d brushed their hair once and crooned to them. It had taken years before Helen and Mark had realized “tragedy” wasn’t a pet name.

She had a very odd sense of humour, their mother. All of the folk did, and only now, growing up, were they starting to grow away from it, starting to strain against the boundaries of their mother’s well appointed rooms and carefully picked out abandoned haunts to play in and learn and train. Father could see it too, and so could Aunt Nene.

So, it seemed, could the Seelie Queen.

Aunt Nene warned them, before she walked them in, to mind their manners and mind their tongues. She seemed nervous, which Miach couldn’t quite understand. This was her employer.

On the other hand, the Queen was the lady of all things fey, and that meant she was dangerous. It was built into her very bones.

She was waiting for them in a bower growing over with multi-colored, glowing flowers and mushrooms. From a distance at revels and courtly gatherings, she was a hummingbird among sparrows, small and shimmering and brilliant and very, very sharp. Up close her beauty took on a more luminous aspect. The surface of her skin seemed slightly reflective, giving her a glow that was not quite oily so much as iridescent. Her hair, bright red like blood in water, and her oddly pale eyes stood in contrast to the rich, living darkness around her.

“Miach, Alessa, children of my vassal, born in my domain. How you have grown, and in such a short time. Please, sit.”

Aunt Nene hovered in the background, protectively, and Mark was suddenly very glad of her presence. She could be a bit unpredictable, but she was family. At the very least, she could be counted on to not let them disgrace their bloodline.

“You honour us, your majesty,” Helen said, sitting, and Mark marveled at how elegant she looked, in her loose linen training clothes with her hair braided up. At some point, she’d gone and turned into a real person on him, not just an obnoxious older sibling. He could see their mother seeping from her every pore. “You are the queen of the Seelie Court and we are, as you said, children.”

“But not for much longer,” the Seelie Queen mused, tapping her lips with one gilded nail. “As I said, you’ve grown so fast. Meliorn, could you?”

A knight in interlocking seelie armor was standing over them in a heartbeat, inspecting them with a practised eye. Aunt Nene gasped as he checked Mark’s pockets, touched the back of Helen’s neck with a detached air, and then nodded to his queen. She smiled.

“Please, do sit back down. I’m sorry about that. I simply wanted to see if you had any magical items on you.”

“Mother doesn’t let us carry weapons unless we’re practising with them,” Mark blurted. “She says it breeds an atmosphere of violence which she will not have in her abode.”

Helen tried to shush him, but the Queen merely laughed. It was a tinny sort of laugh, reminding Mark too much of canned laughter he’d heard on television shows when Dad brought them to the mortal world for a weekend.

“That is quite a policy. I only wish I could enforce it with the whole court, but sadly there are not enough patdowns in the world to part a Seelie warrior from his weaponry. No, I am more concerned with your aging. Your father spends his time as a Shadowhunter, does he not? Let us kindly call it a hobby. He has a brother up there to look after. And yet he always comes back to find his children aging the right way, never goes back up to find a hundred years have passed. I’ll admit on reflection I found it curious. Your mother has magical talent, your aunt is one of my most capable handmaidens and healers. Even they do not possess that much power though, and Nene swore ignorance of the mechanism through which you are kept in step with the world of men.”

The Queen was waiting, patient as a spider for their answer. Helen bit her lip, looked for a second to her frozen still aunt, then answered. Truthfully. She could lie, Mark knew she could, but after a childhood of truth it did not come easily to her. “Our mother has an enchanted object in her possession. A gift once given to a human who found favour with you, my lady. She keeps it in her rooms, takes it with her when she goes out, and we are protected.”

She nodded thoughtfully, “Yes, I have been known to give those out, on occasion. And Nerissa was always a collector. But you do not have it on you now, do you? So if I were to let time slip away a little faster here…”

Next to him, Helen stiffened in fear, but Mom wouldn’t have let them go to see the Queen unprotected, would she? It wasn’t her style. She had been distraught, not insensible. Mark thought for a second. Then, instinctively, his eyes darted to his aunt and her draping dress, folded back up a dozen times to create huge carrying pockets, the dress of a handmaiden expected to keep any number of objects on her person in case her lady needed them.

The Seelie Queen followed his gaze and smiled. Aunt Nene’s pockets turned up any number of healing salves, potions, a hairbrush, a folding fan, and an embroidered belt of gold cloth, folded up and tucked behind their aunt’s back. The Queen took it delicately and turned it over in her hands while Aunt Nene hovered, looking worried, though it was hard to tell for who. Mark held Helen’s hand tightly. He wished their mother was here, or dad.

“Nerissa was always the clever one,” the Queen sighed, “She was a shining credit to my court. What is it the humans say? The good die young. The exceptional always seem to burn out and end up putting us all in strange situations.” She looked up at Nene’s desperate face and smiled. “Worry not. It is hers by right, however she came by it. Please, return it to her.”

“You are always righteous,” Nene whispered, retreating to stand behind Miach and Alessa.

“I am,” the queen agreed straightening her dress, which seemed to be made of frost. “When one of my ladies took a fancy to a Shadowhunter, I let her keep him, though it made the Clave most vexed with us. When that same Shadowhunter and his brother fled from us, leaving one of my subjects with two children and a broken heart, I gave her a pension and freedom to raise them quietly according to her own means.”

According to their parents, it hadn’t gone quite like that, Mark recalled.

“Do you remember how her Shadowhunter hurt her, darling?” the Seelie Queen asked, looking over Mark and Helen’s head, at their Aunt. “She might have died, if you hadn’t brought him back to her. And I tolerated that as well, that man of thorns sneaking into my court at all hours, ferrying his half Shadowhunter children in and out. I was most fair about it, I think. And we have sweet Miach and Alessa to thank for it.”

Miach resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What could she have done, without violating the accords or upsetting mother, a powerful figure in politics even in her seclusion? She could have told the Clave, who didn’t exactly know Mark and Helen Blackthorn, well, existed, but that would have only brought scrutiny down on her court. He was young, but he listened to his mother. He knew how this game was played.

“But now they are grown,” the Seelie Queen finished mournfully, “Alessa, you are nearly of age, by the standards of your angelic kin. And the political situation here has… shifted somewhat. So I must reconsider the leeway I have so graciously extended.” She wasn’t looking at Mark, only his sister, as she rested her chin on one tiny balled fist.

“I will speak with your mother, of course, and perhaps your father too, but I wanted to see you both before I made a choice. Alessa, you seem to be of a good temperament. I know you have lived her, but visited the human world often as you’ve grown, and that is a rare upbringing indeed. What have your parents taught you?”

Helen started, “Um, languages, history. They both like stories about the past. My mother tried to teach me magic when I was young but I’m not good at it. We were trained in combat as well.”

“In the Shadowhunter style?” the queen asked, looking them both up and down, clearly looking for runes. Mark felt a chill spread over his skin, though he knew every one of the sparse marks on their bodies were covered up, with wrappings and thick cloth.

“In both,” Helen said defiantly, sitting ramrod straight and staring her down.

The queen smiled. “Quite. Well then, my offer for you, fair child, is this. I have decided your father is no longer permitted in this realm, not unless he comes with a Clave delegation and all the appropriate paperwork. The time of leniency is over. You will soon be an adult as well, and if you will be a Shadowhunter, I must extend the same restriction to you. If you will be a faerie full, I must demand some service from you. I would like you to serve as my handmaid, as your aunt does, and your mother did when she was young. Then you may stay here, with your mother.”

Mom and Dad looked pale as Helen recounted the tale of their audience with the queen, with occasional helpful additions from Aunt Nene. Dad had come down from above, with letters from the twins and new knives and a box of scones from Eleanor, only to find a disaster waiting from him.

Since everyone else was distracted, Mark was eating the scones.

“Surely she can’t demand that,” Dad said, looking frazzled. He looked frazzled often. Not only did he have a lot on his plate, he had been born, as far as Mark could tell, in a base state of frazzlement. His glasses were permanently askew.

“She can,” Mom said, low and sad. She was holding Helen close and stroking her hair. “This is her realm, to the utmost degree. The question is, why? Why now?”

Dad paused, thinking about it. “There have been rumours of Valentine Morgenstern coming back. Maybe she just doesn’t want a risk like that?”

Aunt Nene interrupted him in a delicate flurry of hands, hesitant and retiring, but nevertheless insistent. “I think I must recuse myself now. If the queen asks, I do not want to know your plans.”

Mom looked at her over Helen’s head, sorrowful but steady, “I trust you to do what is best, sister mine.”

That only seemed to make Aunt Nene more agitated, “I know not why, when I have betrayed that trust in the past!” she said, in a high tone that Mark recognized as the closest she got to hysteria.

Her sister nodded, “Which is why I have faith you will not make the same mistake again.” Nene fled and Mom looked at Dad with a hint of a smile. “There is nothing like good faith to make the faithless run and hide. Now, what are we going to do?”

He sat down next to Mark on the wide, velvety bench next to the bed and took a scone, biting into it absently. “I’m not sure. Could we negotiate with her?”

“Perhaps, but we have little leverage,” Nerissa said, pulling Helen into her lap, though her daughter was almost an inch taller than her now. Helen squirmed.

“Mama,” she said, “I could work for her, I wouldn’t mind.”

The day had changed so quickly. It seemed odd to be holding a war council in his mother’s bedroom, where Mark had slept until he was five, with the big bed that could fit a dozen people and the swan down mattress, “But I would,” his mother sighed, “And that would still not solve the problem of your father being separated from us.”

Andrew’s forehead was wrinkled up into a lava field of thought. “I think there’s only one solution,” he said, finally. “You’ll all have to leave.”

“What?”

“Wait, really Dad? Come live in LA, all of us?”

It sounded like a dream come true. Mark adored Los Angeles, adored his half siblings and Eleanor and the beach and the sun. Helen liked the library, the people, seeing other children, not just their mother and their aunt. Visiting there was always a delight, and he was always a little guilty about how much he enjoyed it. Faerie was his home, yet he could imagine Los Angeles replacing it all too easily.

Nerissa shook her head. “It wouldn’t work.”

“I think it would. There’s room enough in the Institute. There’s no rule against it, if only because no one’s bothered to make one. I- ah- Eleanor and I have discussed it before. She wouldn’t mind. The children would love having Mark and Helen around all the time. I think we could make it work.” Dad’s eyes were shining and Mark was taken over by a sudden sense of hope. Mom still looked unconvinced.

“I am not sure it would be wise, Andrew Blackthorn,” she warned.

He came over to kneel in front of her and held her hand, “Is it Eleanor?” he asked, looking worried. “Because you know she likes you. She didn’t always, but she does now. Things are better now than they once were. ‘Fluctuat nec mergitur’. It has been shaky, but it has not sunk.”

It had been a close thing there for a few years, Mark knew. His parents’ relationship was complicated, to say the least. They had loved each other once, utterly and effortlessly, and then that love had floundered. Something to do with Aunt Nene and Dad’s brother, an uncle Mark had never met. Dad had left, Mom had made him, and he’d forgotten how he’d loved her, forgotten the children they’d had together.

The Clave had given him a Shadowhunter job and he’d married a Shadowhunter woman, unaware that Mom was getting sick out of lost love for him far away in faerie land. The fey were fragile when it came to matters of the heart. Losing dad had hurt her so.

Aunt Nene hadn’t been able to stand the sight of her sister wasting away, so she’d gone and brought Dad back, shown him Mark and Helen and Mom on her sickbed. She’d told him his wife was still alive, that he had children besides. It had been years, but the story of Andrew Blackthorn: Accidental Bigamist, sad and romantic, was still a somewhat ridiculous one.

Mark could still remember it, the strange human man scooping him up in his arms and crying, and mom weeping of joy and fear.

Dad had been furious. He’d also refused to abandon Mark and Helen. He and Aunt Nene nursed their mother back to a modicum of health. Then Dad had taken her and Mark and Helen up to meet his Shadowhunter wife, the woman he now loved.

All things considered, Eleanor Blackthorn, newlywed and with a baby, had handled the whole situation very well. The grownups had disappeared for a while while Mark and Helen played with baby Julian there in the Sanctuary of the Institute, and when they emerged from their huddle it was all sorted out. Mark and Helen would stay in Faerie with their mother, and their father would visit and teach them about Shadowhunters and the other world, in between running the Institute and caring for his Shadowhunter family. For the children, betrayals would be set aside. There was still mistrust, but it could be mended, given time.

When Mark had been ten, his parents had gotten back together again in a measured, quiet way, having consulted everyone twice. He gathered that this wasn’t normal among Shadowhunters, but for the fair folk it was sensible. Something had happened between the three of them, Mom and Dad and Eleanor, not a whirlwind romance of youth but the steady march of family inevitable. Love, once given, was hard to take back. It lingered in strange places, and when you were raising children together it was hard not to forgive and forget. Mother’s health had improved significantly after that. Even heartbreak could heal.

The scar tissue it left was significant though.

Mom laughed bitterly, “I hold no grudge against Eleanor and she holds none against me. I love her. I would not have taken you back into my bed if I did not. No, I am worried about your Clave, about these children of ours, raised in secret, against all their rules. I am worried about wandering right into Valentine Morgenstern’s hands or whatever else it is that has my queen so frightened.”

Dad looked serious, “Do you think I haven’t thought about this? The Council won’t be happy, I’ll admit. But we can reason with them, convince them that it was impossible to bring the children anywhere else, impossible to give them the standard upbringing. As for Valentine… he’ll be beaten again, I’m sure of it. He was always a bit insufferable.”

“I will not bring the wrath of the Shadowhunters down on your family and your pregnant, sick wife!” Mom insisted, pulling her hand away from him. “I love you too much to do that, and I love our children too much to make such a cruel choice. Your people have been too terrible to mine. There must be some other option.”

His face paled, “Your people have been terrible to mine as well, my beldam,” he said softly and that was enough to make Mom turn away.

Helen and Mark were both watching, rapt and frightened now. This was the closest they’d ever seen their parents come to a fight. There’d been arguments, mostly behind closed doors, and most of those had devolved into loudly quoting poetry at each other until one or the other gave up. This was something different.

“Mother, please!” Helen threw up her hands, throwing herself in between her parents, drawing attention to herself and not whatever quarrel was taking place. “Let’s think about this sensibly. I can’t stay here. Dad can’t stay here. We can either leave to Los Angeles or go somewhere else. What about the Unseelie Court?”

She actually considered that one before shooting it down. “It has not been friendly to Shadowhunters as of late, and my talents would offer little to the king. If he wanted a war with the Seelie Court, perhaps that I could assist with, however that seems like a poor strategy.”

“Los Angeles then,” Helen pressed, “It wouldn’t be that bad. We could find a house outside of the Institute, maybe?” She looked to their father, uncertain of mortal economics. He shrugged.

“Probably. Most Shadowhunters don’t deal with the real estate industry directly, but then again I doubt you would be either.” Mark looked around the room, the bright light and stone walls and delicate feathery wall hangings. He had lived here all his life. He couldn’t imagine leaving.

Helen was a woman on a mission. “It might work,” she insisted, “You could have privacy, mom, and we could still be away from the queen and close enough to the Institute. We could see the kids every day!”

“We could get a television,” Mark added helpfully. He’d been rather in love with them since he was small and had seen them in a shop window.

Mom shut her eyes and shook her head. “No, no, no.”

“Why not?” Helen demanded, “Mama, please.” She was jumping between languages now, English and the language of the fey. Nerissa had raised them speaking both, and it made things dizzying when they were in a mood. Helen was getting more and more upset, Mark could tell. He didn’t blame her, he wasn’t the one being kicked out of the only home he’d ever known.

“Nerissa…” Dad said, sounding tired.

“It’s the iron,” she snapped. “The city is full of it. I would die, in time, were I to spend my life there. And while I would gladly die to see my children safe, it would be sooner rather than later.”

Mark blinked, then realized she was probably right, at the same time Dad and Helen did.

She was of the gentry, older than old and born in the lands of Faerie. Iron burned her, salt made her wince. She hated rowan and Saint John’s Wort, and charms of every sort, meteorite iron and . Though she had visited the city, it was always brief, and it always seemed to make her uncomfortable when she did. Other faeries could tolerate small amounts of mortality, but the very old and noble found it more difficult to stomach

She could not lie. If she said living there would not be good for her, it would not.

They all slumped, helplessly, trying to think of a way out. Moving the Blackthorn family was impossible. Eleanor had a baby in her stomach, and she had been unwell for several months. Dad thought she might be ill. Besides, there were the children to think of, bright Julian and shy Ty and loud Livia and little Dru. Moving Mom was similarly impossible, the world of humans wasn’t made for someone of her stock.

Mark moved to the bed and the cluster that was his family, or at least that half of it which lived here. Then he said quietly, “You know Helen has to go.”

Their mother shook her head, wheat coloured curls going everywhere. “No, no. I won’t allow it. I cannot lose my children.”

“It does seem less than ideal,” Dad agreed. “No, you don’t understand,” Mark said, sitting back. “I’ll stay, and rather than dad coming to visit us, me and mom will come and visit you guys. It’ll be okay that way.”

“Will she let you stay here?” No one needed to ask who ‘she’ was.

Everyone was looking at him now, waiting for some explanation, Mark tried to look certain. “I think so. She thinks I’m just a child, you see. She was mostly paying attention to Helen. She- she looked at Helen and saw our mother. I’m not sure she saw much of anything in me.”

“My smart boy,” Mom sighed, resting her head on Mark’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’re right. I don’t want my daughter to leave me, I will admit. But it might be the best choice. And it is Helen’s decision, in the end. Alessa, Helen brave, you know you don’t have to do this?”

Helen’s face made it obvious that she did not want it to be her decision. Eventually though, she stood.

“I’ll go. We’ll tell the Clave whatever we have too. I can help out with Eleanor and the kids, and learn about being a Shadowhunter and a human. Right, dad?” She turned to their father, looking for encouragement, and he put a hand on her back.

“You’ll be amazing,” he assured her.

Their mother buried her face in Mark’s hair. “You should leave as soon as possible,” she whispered, “If you’re gone before the Queen asks to speak to me, I’ll be able to spin this well, I think.”

Helen and dad departed reluctantly to go pack and Nerissa collapsed back on the bed, pulling Mark close to her chest like he was a squirming baby again.

“My Miach, my Mark Antony,” she soothed, “My glorious warriors two. The Shadowhunter name your father and I gave you was one of death and splendour. For your faery name I tried to give you hope. The first Miach died, you know, but even in his death he was beautiful. Thousands of herbs grew from his grave.”

Mark nodded, suffocating in the gossamer of her dress and her maudlin moods, and his own slowly growing realization that Helen was going to have to leave them. “I know, Mom.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I doomed you by naming you so, but I think the world was never meant to be nice to you. I wanted you to be prepared.”

“You prepared us,” he promised, remembering a childhood hidden away from the rest of the court, their aunt who treated them like glass, their mother who treated them like sad stories waiting to happen, their father who tried so hard but had so much to do for so many people. Training, magic, story after story after story. Latin, Greek, tongues older and more infernal still, all in a desperate attempt to protect them.

They loved him, he knew, but love could be a dangerous thing for his people. It was powerful. It held sway over you.

Julian greeted them at the door to the Institute, barefoot and smiling. He was getting big, and he had the slightly awed expression in his eyes that all the younger Blackthorns did when faced with Nerissa.

Mark scooped him up in a hug, and instantly regretted it when Livvy and Dru mobbed him as well. Having Helen in residence apparently hadn’t diminished their enthusiasm for their elder, faerie siblings.

Shadowhunters could be unkind, but children weren’t.

There were paper streamers wrapped around Livia’s arms and legs, he noticed, and the theme held as they moved through the front hall and to the kitchen, where Helen was reading with Ty and Dad was cooking while Eleanor, her belly round and her face wan, sat making comments.

After greeting Helen, Mom swept over and kissed her on the cheek.

“I brought some herbs for you,” she said gently, “And a plate of faerie fruit tarts.”

Eleanor looked at the tray with alarm, “Let’s not let the children have those, shall we?” she suggested weakly. She didn’t look well. Mom must have noticed it too, because her lips thinned and she sat down, with all the intent of an accomplished healer.

Juggling giggling siblings, Mark sat next to Helen and Ty, who greeted him with a fact about honeybees and a shy smile.

“How are you?” Mark asked, as soon as the delight of having Mark and Helen in the same room at once had dispersed a little and Livia and Dru had broken off to go bug Dad about cookies.

She grinned, “It’s- it’s not bad. Dad and I had to go to Idris and talk to the Council, I told you about that, but now things have settled down a little. Everyone here has been very nice. There have been some very nasty comments from other Shadowhunters, but the tutor here is fair and friendly. She says I have a good hand with a bow. How are things back home?”

It was still home to her then, Mark noted. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not about that. “It hasn’t been bad. It’s very… very quiet without you, sister mine. Our aunt misses you. Our mother misses you even more.”

“I’m sure she does,” Helen said sadly. “Let’s make the most of this afternoon then.”

Dad called them to lunch, and with them all sitting around the table in the sunshine filled kitchen, it felt almost right.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a tragedy after all.

#m writes #fanfic #lord of shadows spoilers #the dark artifices #lady nerissa #andrew blackthorn #i couldn't ditch eleanor and the littles #they're a little messed up but still okay for the time being #not the healthiest of polyam relationships because nerissa and andrew's past is still messy but they figured it out #this was originally going to end with mark and nerissa alone in faerie but that was too sad it had to be the whole fam #helen blackthorn #mark blackthorn #eleanor blackthorn

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