This Is Wonderful! I Love Seeing Them Interact All Together And I Relate To Irene’s Intense Adoration

This is wonderful! I love seeing them interact all together and I relate to Irene’s intense adoration of tea. The idea of her competing with Silver and Kai for thieving books is amazing, I need more of that! Thanks for writing this.

Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)

“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”

“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”

“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”

“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.

“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”

Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”

“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.

“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”

“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.

The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.

“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.

“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”

“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.

Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.

Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.

“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”

“Which ones?”

“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.

Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.

“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”

“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”

“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.

“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”

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i tried to explain what generational trauma is to someone recently and they were like “oh so because something happened historically, you get to have issues about it now?” and no.... that’s not what that is.

when i was in 8th grade, on my class trip to washington dc, we visited the holocaust museum. it’s a wonderful, extensive, informative place, and it’s a beautiful tribute to the victims. as a jewish kid, i knew what the holocaust was. i’d faced antisemetism every day of my life, and will continue to do so. i knew what had happened to my ancestors not too long ago.

but when i stood in that museum. in the recreation of the cattle trains used to move us to the camps. in the recreation of an auschwitz cabin, staring at the map of the camp. when i saw the pile of shoes and jewelry taken from the victims. when i learned how their hair, so very much like mine, was cut for having texture. and how their teeth were pulled for the gold fillings. i had a panic attack.

it was embarrassing, but i was a shitty little 8th grader, and i tried to hide it. but I couldn’t breathe. it was like there was a band around my chest the entire time i was in the museum. i was surrounded by ghosts, by the whispers of emaciated men and trapped women and crying children.

what is generational trauma?

it’s the psychological idea that trauma can be passed down through multiple different ways. trauma can change you significantly, even rewrite neural pathways and physically change how you think. that, paired with the cycle of subconsciously sharing our trauma with our children, as well as mixing with the trauma we learn as we grow, leads to some really rough patches in our relationships with our identites.

this is a really great 4 minute video from the healing foundation about the trauma carried by aboriginal people in Australia. tw for some really heavy topics, but all presented in a relaxed and serious environment.

what do we do?

well, honestly, i don’t know. it’s not like we’re gonna stop sharing our stories with our descendants, nor our histories. we can’t get rid of things related to our identities that give us our own trauma, the bigotry we face unfortunately isn’t going anywhere.

but being aware of your generational trauma is a good step. it’s not just being “sad” or “sensitive” to history. it’s our history still affecting us today. when your indigenous friends are made upset by discussions of colonization, when your black friends feel the weight of a millenia of racism placed on their shoulders, when your gay friends ask you to please stop using that word, when your trans friends see another historical figure deadnamed and misgendered, when your jewish friends can’t talk about the Shoah without their voices breaking.

so why the fuck are you lecturing us?

our murdered ancestors live on in us, in our eyes, our hearts. we are reminded of them constantly, made painfully aware of who we are and how many people hate us.

we were not supposed to survive, and if most of the world had their way, we wouldn’t have. (no, the allies were not heroes of wwii, you turned us away at your borders and continue to let us die from nazis today. if america had had the option, they wouldn’t have given a shit about jewish victims, but that’s a whole other essay i could write)

it’s time to start acknowledging the past, acknowledging your generational trauma and the trauma of those around you. i’m not making up an excuse to “have issues”. at the time i’m writing this, october 2020, i’m 17. i have felt this weight my entire life, and i will continue to shoulder it, as will everyone else.

my point is, maybe we can shoulder that weight together. maybe then it won’t weigh us down as badly. we have solidarity, and we are tough, and resilient, and strong, and beautiful. your generational trauma is something to be aware of, but not ashamed of. we can do this—change the world for the better. we can break the cycle so our descendants don’t feel as we do.

You have a genuine problem! 😂 can’t wait to see who’s in the box this time.

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Yes I'm 23

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

Please HELP

I had just found out that my husband and child are being kicked out of the apartment that we rented. I know it had been overdue for a couple of months but come on. How do you have the heart to kick a baby out. I am Sandy and I work 2 jobs in the next state, I have been tested positive for covid and had hence stopped going out from my quarantine room in my mother’s place. That was a week ago. I can’t even get to work to earn for my baby’s formula. Can’t even touch them, or anyone. When it really rains, it pours, I guess. Being black and positive could not be more of a terrible combination right now. I am crying I am desperate so I am asking for help here. Just for them to keep the apartment or to have somewhere to stay. I am desperate since they cannot be homeless right now, they just can’t, my baby is only a year old. Please help me, help us, help my baby girl. I have paypal and skrill. arelleslessandra@gmail.com. Please please please please please help..Also thank you doom for reminding me, yes, I am a Filipino, and my paypal will convert everything into pesos, I’m sorry. even if i changed it to usd. If this is not okay, it’s okay to not give anything out too. Thank you though for reading this far.

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Damn, this sounds fantastic, I want to nick food from that picnic.

Any FrostStorm date night headcannons instead? 🖤

Walking through huge palace gardens at sunset (I know they live in Marseille but I'm picturing Alnwick and/or Versailles bc I've never been to Marseille)

There are twinkly lights in the trees and hedges and the fountains are lit in different colours

They go and sit in some closed off area, probably under a tree or something, Li Ming with his head in Ao Shun's lap and Ao Shun absent mindedly running his hands through his hair

Not sure if they're picnic people but if they are, they go all out. Cute blanket, little cakes, cookies, drinks, strawberries, the whole lot

Ao Shun feeds Li Ming said cakes, strawberries etc

As usual, Ao Shun fades into the dark (apart from the glowing red eyes) whereas Li Ming's hair is radiant. Cue the celestial pet names

Li Ming draws constellations on Ao Shun's arms in a silver pen

Adorable kisses which may or may not result in Ao Shun accidentally calling a thunderstorm and/or Li Ming freezing the ground around them

Dancing/kissing in the rain

Li Ming takes his hair down and it's all wavy from constantly being in a plait

The night almost certainly ends in them curled up around each other in their dragon forms


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From a Facebook post;

Passing this on.

I am a Family Doctor and I want to keep a promise made to a patient.

Julie was a healthy, post-menopausal woman in my care who came in for a periodic health examination. One of my routine questions, in what is called the “Review of Systems”, was to ask if she had experienced any vaginal bleeding.

She said “No” but then laughed and added, “Other than when my period came back for a few months last year”.

All health care professionals are taught early on that ‘vaginal bleeding in a post-menopausal woman is Cancer of the Uterus until proven otherwise’. This comment by Julie was, therefore, a red flag (no pun intended) prompting further questions, an examination and an ultrasound of her pelvis.

Julie was surprised to see me so concerned, especially since the symptoms had not recurred over many months.

Sure enough, a pelvic ultrasound and tissue sampling confirmed Cancer of the Uterus.

Julie underwent a hysterectomy and radiation therapy. She is now healthy, cancer-free and is expected to stay that way.

After all this was done, Julie sat ME down for a talk. She told me she’d had no idea a ‘short return’ of her period after menopause was a danger signal. Furthermore, she addressed the topic with friends over coffee and discovered that, out of 20 women, NONE of them knew this symptom was abnormal! She admonished me to “Tell women this! Don’t assume we know it!”

From that day on, I have kept Julie’s advice in mind when talking with post-menopausal patients. But recently my wife suggested that I should take this to a wider audience.

So, Julie, this is for you:

If you are a post-menopausal woman and your period ‘comes back’ or you have even one episode of vaginal bleeding, TELL A HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL and insist on having it investigated!

Wishing you all good health and long lives.

Oh my gosh, I adore this. He’s super beautiful, thanks for the movie recs as well.

It took me nearly two weeks to figure out who I was picturing as Kai while I was reading. But when I tweeted at Genevieve and she mentioned Chow Yun Fat, that reminded me of Zhang Ziyi (who starred in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon with him) and a movie she starred that I sobbed to last night - House of Flying Daggers. This is a long way of saying I remembered this beautiful man who I was in love with back in 2005 and was who I've been picturing as Kai without even realizing.

Everyone please look at Takeshi Kaneshiro who, circa 1996-2007, is the perfect look for Kai:

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Irene doesn’t know how good she’s got it, that sounds epic!

Irene: Guns can kill. Knives can kill. [Holds up Kai] Even pets, launched at a great speed, could kill

Vale: nO-


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