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One of my favourite scene. And when Yelena asked Nat if she wished to bear children of her own.

It says a lot.

BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

That's more like: 'Me and my siblings watching our parents did embarrassing stuff' pose

so the collection of chaotic siblings is complete

I'm thrilled @cassandraclare !!!! 💚

Dear Cristina, from Emma

Dear Cristina,

I was going to try addressing this letter to Polyamorous Cottage In Faerieland, but I figured it might never be delivered. :) Ok, ok, I’m kidding. I’m sending it to the New York Institute—Clary says she’ll hold onto it for you. I know Jules and I have been popping around the globe like ping-pong balls, but we’ve finally settled here in London for at least a couple of months, so you can — and should — write me back at the London Institute — I’m not sure the place we’re staying even has an address.

(And sure, I could have just sent you a fire-message, but I have too much to tell you. Buckle up.)

So, a while ago Jules and I were in Manaus, in Brazil, studying the Curupira demon, when we got called into the Rio Institute. They had a message for Julian. His great-aunt — yeah, the one he was visiting when you first came to L.A. — had died. Really sad. And then, remember the beautiful house in Sussex where she lived? Well, she left that to some cousin nobody’s heard of, but she left Julian Blackthorn Hall. Which is a crumbling ruin in Chiswick (kind of a suburb of London). And then we had to come here, because of a codicil in the will (ahem, according to the dictionary, that’s “an addition or supplement that explains, modifies, or revokes a will or part of one”). Either Julian has to fix the place up, get it livable again, in five years, or he has to donate it to the Clave.

Anyway, you know how Julian is. He makes up his mind fast. We Portaled to London the next day after he got the news.

I was all set to eat scones, drink tea, and go on the Eye (all the things I didn’t get to do last time we came to London, due to being pursued by unkillable Faerie warriors.) But that was before we took a black cab from the Institute out to Chiswick and really saw the place.

From the outside it looks like a museum or an old library—you know, big marble columns, grand staircase, big metal dome on top that looks like it should have a telescope in it. (It doesn’t; I checked.) But inside it’s more like a fairytale. Not, like, something from Faerie. Or something from a kid’s movie. It’s like one of those fairytales where a crumbling palace sleeps for a thousand years. It was kind of romantic, for about five minutes. Then we spotted the first rat, nibbling on the tassel end of one of the drapes.

It’s a weird mix of interesting history, weird old art, and total ruin. There are cool portraits of old Blackthorn ancestors, mostly intact. Julian says he doesn’t recognize most of the faces. Some of them have names written on the back of the canvas or on the frame but other than “Blackthorn” none of the names mean anything to any of us. There are wooden chests full of ancient books and papers, and beautiful overgrown grounds that I’m sure were once gardens and are now England’s version of a jungle. There’s an old greenhouse and a weird little brick structure we can’t figure out. (Storage shed? Very small weapons room?) The whole place is just a mess, and most of the house isn’t habitable at all anymore. Someone built an apartment with “updates” off in one wing, probably in the sixties. (The apartment, by the way, reminds me of that vintage shop in Topanga I dragged you to. Remember?) Whoever lived in it left a closet of all kinds of vintage clothes and there’s crazy flower-patterned wallpaper and modern art everywhere. At least the apartment has electricity, running water, and heat, because the rest of the house definitely doesn’t —

I’m back now. Sorry, had to stop writing for a second. Julian was calling me. He was up in what was probably a ballroom? But anyway he took a wrong step and his foot went through the floor. (Not all the way through the floor, which is a relief. But it definitely made a hole.) The ballroom is big and dusty, but you can see how long ago it must have been beautiful, and very fancy. It has these huge French doors that open onto marble balconies, though most of the glass in the doors is gone now.

Once I freed Jules from the broken floor I figured it was my only chance to try to talk some sense into him, so I pointed out that this is a gigantic project for two people who have never fixed up a house before, and that we have a perfectly fine place to live already. And the weather is better there.

Jules, being Jules, took his time answering, really thinking about what I’d been saying. Then he said, “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to do it. You’re more important to me than a house. Any house.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to do it,” I said. “I just don’t even know where to start.”

Jules calmly explained that he’d been in contact with some faerie builders of some kind, hobgoblins maybe? who would be here Monday to do “a walkthrough.” Then he put his arms around me and said, “I know we can always live in the L.A. Institute. I love it there, too. But as much as any Blackthorn legacy exists, this is it. All these old papers, whatever secrets the house is hiding, they’re our family history. I want to pass it on to Dru and Ty and Tavvy. I want to give them what I never had.”

Well, what could I say to that? I get it. I have Jem as my living family history. Jules doesn’t have anything like that. And while Aline and Helen run the L.A. Institute now, they might not always, and besides, it belongs to the Clave. I get that he feels like he can’t give away a big chunk of his family’s history without giving them a choice in the matter.

I said, “All right. We’ll see what we can do. If we ever decide it’s too much, we can hold a big family meeting and everyone can vote. Keep the place or not.”

He picked me up and swung me around. Then we started kissing. I’ll be merciful and not give you the details.

So I’ve decided to consider all this An Adventure. It’s like an archeological site, and we are intrepid historians. Later I’ll see if I can convince Jules to put on a tweed coat and a pith helmet while we sort through the debris. Because whoever lived here before had a lot of stuff. It’s a big house, and every room has furniture with drawers and cabinets, and inside every drawer and every cabinet is clutter. Rusty weapons, water-damaged books, little boxes with more clutter in them, costume jewelry, portraits of random people, broken teacups…And remember, we’ll be going through it without any light but witchlights.

Anyway. I wanted to let you know what I was up to, and where we were. Our travel year was basically over anyway, so this is a sort of way of extending it and spending more time together. I’m not sad about that part. I was actually doing pretty well psyching myself up for the excavation of Blackthorn History, until this morning.

I know I said the house seemed haunted, but I was joking. Mostly. I’m not Kit; I can’t see ghosts unless they want me to see them, and so far I haven’t come across any ectoplasmic spirits with messages from The Beyond. But the place does feel odd — I keep finding myself turning around at the end of long, spiderwebby hallways, as if expecting to see something in the shadows. Or imagining I glimpse something over my shoulder in the mirror. I chalked it all up to nerves until this morning, when I came into the dining room and saw that the words “GO AWAY” were written in the dust on the floor.

I literally jumped. I was actually reaching for Cortana before I got a hold of myself. Don’t be ridiculous, I thought. That message could have been written any time. Long before we got to the house. It could have been sitting here in the dust for years, undisturbed.

I have a confession to make, though. I rubbed the GO AWAY message away with my foot. I didn’t want Julian to see it. He worries too much as it is. I didn’t want him to have that same bad moment of shock that I did, especially over something unimportant.

I feel better getting the story off my chest to you, though. Oh dear, Julian is calling for me again, I can’t wait to see what he’s put his foot through this time. I will write again soon, and in the meantime pip pip cheerio from London!

Love to you and the boys,

Emma

I read a book Anthropology when I was in the primary. It became my second favourite subject after English afterwards :)

Being an anthropology major you get to see a lot of universal commonalities between cultures but the funniest thing about humans is their absolute persistence to eat things even when they’re borderline inedible. Spicy plants evolved their taste as a deterrent so people wouldn’t eat them but we literally genetically modify things now to make them as spicy as possible. Caffeine is also a poison but we made an entire culture out of making drinks from it. Almost every single part of tomatoes is poisonous except for the actual pulp of the fruit itself. Coconuts take an incredible amount of effort to open but we somehow figured out a way to break them open and make food and drinks from them. Durian fruits can kill you if they fall on you but humans saw them and were like ‘we’re gonna find a way to break those fuckers open and eat them.’ Honey is literally protected by bees which sting you if you make them angry but we decided we were gonna get that stuff one way or another. My favourite example of this though is lobsters and crabs. If you kill them in literally any other way than boiling them alive their bodies release a poison that makes them inedible but humans were so determined to eat these fuckers that they figured out a way to do it. Anyways we’re such a funny little species and I love us for it.

“Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.”

— Deepak Chopra

OML I can't stop laughing

This is so damn CUTE! 🥺 Lele being the cutie pie baby that he is and Nana smiling sweetly at LeLe’s cuteness.💕

i feel like i’ve seen more people talk about the ‘stop asian hate’ tag dropping from trending instead of the actual problem.

it’s not even big things—the microaggressions, the fetishization, the stereotypes—none of this is new. i’ll see people like “i want an asian bf/gf uwu” when they really just mean japanese/korean. people have this whole fantasy about how asia is supposed to be and they’ll completely ignore the experiences of southeast and south asians. they’ll cherry pick what they like about asian culture for the ‘aesthetic’ and then proceed to call everything else weird and gross.

"If you must die, I'll envy even the earth that wraps your body."

Albert Camus - State Siege

I'm adding Eleutheromania to my favourite-word-list

Unusual words with beautiful meanings:

Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.

Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.

Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.

Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.

Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 

Clinomania (n.)Excessive desire to stay in bed. 

Seatherny (n.) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.

Eunoia ( n.) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

St. Peter's Chair in the Papal Basilica of Saint Peter in the Vatican.

⚜ Baroque month on @mynocturnality

Happy Pride !!!!! And stay safe

happy pride month!

Every single bloody time

That's me

Here are some exclusive Shadow & Bone screencaps, because we love you.  

We’ll be posting them individually so that you can reblog or reply to one (or all!) with your #screencaptions. Throughout the week we’ll be sharing our favorites as we cross through the Fold to premiere day on April 23rd.

I have another favourite fanart of Rowan

Tune of the Night

Night, I presented you the elegy

Melody of small current drifted away

Believe me, Night, I couldn't listen to a word you've whispered

The wind put a blanket of white noise on me

Night, hear me plead

It was the stars who listened to my agony yet I long for the moon

Night, as I was yours to behold

The joy I carried, the longing I endured, sins I committed, let it all swiped away by wraiths

Burned me down inside the pit of eternal flame

I put the elegy to the end, Night

For I wished to greet you like an old friend

A Song of Blood and Bones

The blood I spilled was yours

the one you indulge was mine

We've broken our bones altogether

only to build the humble shelter

keeping us out of the raging storm

Unlike Gretel who always do what Hansel said,

I am the voice you follow through the darkness

Hold my hand, I refuse to lead on

Pull me back, as I walk briskly in blind

My lips would trembling rather wordlessly

In my own words of credit, I choke

I refuse to let go

'cause you are the only rope I hold

I play the game just because I was curious lol

It was fun

I found this jaemin game on twitter and omg it's so dum and cute

https://jaemin-flax.vercel.app/?continueFlag=5d4abbd3d32c73c9f6ba9953cfbd390e

Lightbringer

Once, I stared at the darkness

and found it snarled

The space mocked me of claimed blindness

I went east, to find Sirius or Lucida

pointing out familiar faces

No, not yet, I have not yield

To the west, the Lord of Light had sailed

My little folks had long gone

Flaming rage burned inside out, burned

Ashes donned my despair like finest obsidian

Mercy, begged for mercy I'd been

The Lord who bear many names

Then, I would be nameless

Starry Night Is Not Immortal

I need this IRL

A novice poets greets you with warm regards. Originally, the blog post is all about what's going on my head. All the writing is all mine. If there are any similarities with any of your works, it's a pure coincidence. #poetry #novicepoet #noviceauthor #poems #literature #originalpoem