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I’m already missing HHN

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happy birthday to me I get to draw what I want (they are NOT beating the red/blue allegations)

Is anyone else ever genuinely shocked when you find out you have an impact on someone’s life? A coworker can be like “I’ve missed seeing you” and I’m just like “???? you?? missed me????? My presence has an effect on your daily experience???? I affect things??? W h a t ? ? ?”

I can read as many Journey to Scotland fics as I want but canon is always going to elude me with an answer to what I want, which is just…. why Martin was there?

Because Martin didn’t have to go to Scotland! Basira didn’t go, and arguably she should have been in more danger since Julia and Trevor were after her, and Jonah. Martin had been in isolation for months. As shown by characters like Jude in S5, most of the avatars have absolutely no idea who he is. Peter died, Martin had no reason to go into hiding.

And I want to know if they talked about it or not, because both concepts make me equally teary. The idea that Jon said ‘I need to leave London-‘ (Or, more likely, Basira told him to, since his self preservation is 0) and Martin said ‘I’m coming with you then’, or Jon said ‘I’m leaving, Martin will you come with me?’ Because they made a conscious choice to stay together after being forced apart for so long.

Or the idea that it never even occurred to them. They packed up and left and didn’t even think about it. Because they’ve had the other back for a number of hours and it was unthinkable to both to ever leave the other’s side again. Basira told Jon to leave and Jon said ‘okay’ and he and Martin both left without even discussing it because walking together out of the Lonely was something that felt so right that both naturally reeled back from the thought of anything as wrong as seperating again.

there’s something therapeutic about imagining a broadway-style curtain call at the end of magnus. tim and sasha appear from each side of the stage to wave at the audience, sasha holding not!sasha’s hand. elias and peter bow deeply in unison. michael and helen poke each other playfully with their long fingers and pop in and out of different doors before disappearing. gerry comes onstage in a flurry of papers and brings eric and mary with him. annabelle is lowered onto the stage from a hanging platform like a diva to thunderous applause. simon and mike crew hoot and wave at the audience from a high platform and pop away simultaneously when the spotlight turns off. nikola and jane swing each other in a wild dance that makes the stage shake. gertrude appears alone and does an elegant curtsey. daisy+basira and melanie+georgie appear together, arms linked, and all four do a bow together. finally, after everything has quieted down, jon and martin appear from either side, and as the curtain falls, they join hands.

there’s nobody better than u 🚬

A week after arriving Somewhere Else -

Martin stares solemnly at Jon's wound with tears in his eyes, Jon holds him and murmurs reassurances, promising he doesn't blame him, both of them barely whispering as if they're afraid to speak of it too loudly.

7+ years after arriving Somewhere Else -

Jon: (Trying to get out of doing the laundry) C'mon YOU KILLED ME

Martin: AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO WASH MORE OF YOUR BLOODY SOCKS

for tma fantasy week prompt 6: temple

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Martin’s never been one to worship in the presence of company. He’s not usually one to worship at all, but something about this place had called to him—a stone temple, set into the side of the mountain near his village, from which one can see the entire valley and, Martin gets the feeling, anything else they care to look for. It’s a small thing, hewn from dark, shining rock inset with glittering cat’s eye gems, and when Martin’s within it, he feels… safe. Whole. Like he’s where he’s meant to be.

 So, every week, he makes the trip up the mountain with offerings in hand—crumpled-up letters found discarded or yellowed book pages or simply a story, waiting upon Martin’s lips—and sits in the center of the temple, in a small divot in the rock that holds him close as he selects one of the many, many books from along the walls and reads until the light has faded too much to see the words in front of him. It’s a comforting routine, and it’s his, and he does it alone.

 Today, he walks into the temple and finds someone else stood before one of the shelves.

they had so much love to give each other despite knowing one another for a short time…

everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown

memorial to a marriage; patricia cronin

- Caitlin Doughty, on the Death in the Afternoon podcast

More Beautiful After Being Broken

What this trite imagery misses out on is the fact that kintsukuroi requires a lot of work to repair a piece like that.  It takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, a great deal of investment.  Sometimes parts of the original are damaged beyond repair, and you have to instead painstakingly create entirely new ones.   It’s still not the same.  Maybe it’s something more beautiful. But it’s not the fact that it broke that makes it beautiful. It’s the work put into it.  It’s the fact that people made the effort to salvage it, because it was worth salvaging, because it was important enough to salvage.      It’s the care that makes the beauty.   An apology can’t always fix what has been broken.  That doesn’t mean it’s not irreparable, sometimes you can go on to rebuild and repair.  But it won’t ever be the same as it was again.   

I really appreciate this addition because I’ve always hated the “more beautiful for having been broken” thing. Being broken sucks and I hate all those tragic romantic sensitivities that try to make it what it’s not. These pieces are beautiful because they’re repaired with effort put in to making them shine.

Claude in that Fila sweatshirt 😳♥️

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