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fridays for future protest, Athens, Greece

#//im on hiatus but i saw this and i had to reblog it #hashtag relatable

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Best of Lucifer (11/?)

#l: tv #l: quote #hashtag relatable

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[text] Can you give me back the octopus you kidnapped?

[text] You gave the octopus to me!!

[text] You can get by my room if you want, we will be here waiting for you.

[text] #504 sciron.

#c: lauren #i: text #//lmao #youjustgotzizes

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[Elliott sees this and is confused, he remembers the meme he never understood of “f to pay respects”. He wonders who is Dave paying respect to… is this for the people who died?]

are you pro commons?

f

#c: dave #ellthoughts #//i couldnt let this pass lmao #cw: death

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knockonkarofsky replied to your post

Don’t know what the question is but ye.

people being shit, the usual

#c: dave #i: replies

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F2F || Davell

David: Mister Bolder? [He remembers the last time they talked. Bolder scolded him and said they protect their own. David doubts he wouldn't had ever tried to protect Ell with his life, when he didn't stop the fight where they were torturing him. He probably was the target of TODDs. Or maybe he was wrong.] I-I'm so sorry, Elliott. [He says, hugging Elliott again. He thought he should be able to say something better. But he doesn't get better at it the more people die. It just get more desolating.]

Elliott: I feel like... [He looks at Dave and bites his lower lip, his eyes start getting full of tears again] I feel useless... like... I couldn't even react, couldn't do anything... and people are dying, and I don't... I don't... [he holds Dave tighter crying] I want to protect everyone, but I know I can't...

#f2f: david 2 #cw: death #cw: torture

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shiftingdani‌:  

Dani wishes there´s something she could say. To make things better, but she comes up as empty for words as she feels. So instead she just keeps holding on a little tighter, feeling her eyes fill up with tears. 

“This fucking sucks…” She eventually mumbles. Not the hug, obviously, that´s the nicest once she´s had in a while. But the rest? Yeah that sucks big time.

Elliott feels the same way, wishes he could properly express it, or at least make Dani take a bit of weight of her shoulders. The situation is crazy.

“I know...” he says trying to find more words “Do you want to...” he starts asking “Do you want to talk about it? I know it’s hard but... I don’t know... it’s like...” he keep saying not really sure how the sentence is going to end “like not talking about it doesn’t work, but talking about it doesn’t help either... so... I guess...” he squeezes her tighter on the hug.

#f2f: dani

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TEXT || Matt

Matt: yeah, i'm here. i was in my room when shit started going down. i just heard the explosions.

Matt: it's fine. he was my friend. and it's fucked up but part of my still thinks of him like that even though he fucking is with the malleus. he came to see me and i don't know why.

Matt: are you? okay? or safe, at least.

Elliott: Are you alright? I mean... you know, after seeing him... did he do anything to you? do you want to talk about it?

Elliott: I'm safe. I'm just... I don't know how I am anymore.

Elliott: This is insane.

#c: matt #i: text

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#l: photo #tag: me

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DOBLE FUCK YOU ANON.

GO FUCK YOURSELF AND SHOVE YOUR SHITTY OPINIONS DOWN YOUR OWN THROAT. 

go away zombie

Riveting. Innovating. Inspiring.

Fuck off. 

#c: matt #i: replies #anon #i: ask

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He is so cute...

Well I’m finally moved in. That was way more exciting of a move in than I expected.  Intro time. I’m Rory Flanagan of the Flanagan Clan. I’m excited to be here and hope to meet all of you soon.

#ellthoughts

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I don't know and I don't think I want to find out.

#anon #i: ask #anonymous

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Children of the revolution

CHARACTERS: Elliott Gilbert, Elard, Elena, Elham, Bob and Lazarus Black.

TIME & LOCATION: September 18th, 2019. Elard’s hidden place.

NOTES: Elliott goes to meet Elard again in hopes that they can get to talk.

Content Warning: Mentions of violence, abuse, slavery, death and murder. Very much Karin self-pandering right at the end.

Elliott knows the place, he has been there before once, when unsuccessfully he tried to start a conversation with Elard about the future of the magical community and what they could do to change it, if they did it together. But Elard had always been very proud, very strong headed, and even if he wouldn’t admit it, Elliott was too. He walks downstairs to a basement, the room is big, there is a table, some chairs, a couch, a tv, and a fridge, it looked like a nice home, a bit shabby, with a feel of improvisation and possibly stolen furniture,though oddly comfortable and warm, but at the same time Elliott felt cold, maybe because he was unwelcomed. It seemed like music plays somewhere, he isn't sure where it comes from, but he notices the tap of a foot to the rhythm.

"Ras Algethi" Elard deep voice calls him as he stands up from a chair and takes a few steps towards him stopping Elliott from entering more in the room, behind him still sitting on the table there is a blonde brawny woman, another shedim, he recognizes her from the last time he talked with Elard.

“My name is Elliott” he simply says in response.

Elena doesn't move but her eyes are fixed on Elliott, and he knows this, but he tries to seem confident. Next to her a new face calls his attention, a very thin man, with curly hair, dark skin, glasses and a tartan three piece suit, he drinks a glass of milk with a straw, as a crow rest on his shoulder. He is another shedim, Elliott can tell but he seems to not care much for the unexpected visit. Over the couch there is someone else lying down, their face is partially covered by their hoodie so he isn't sure if he already knows this person or not, they may be asleep he thinks and tries to step a little closer into the room.

Elard shows a smirk, but he doesn't really seem happy to see him, more like amused.

"Are you here to fight?" he says as if any other motive of his presence wouldn’t be satisfactory.

“I’m here to talk” Elliott answers.

“Ugh…” Elard complains “You always want to talk, but all you talk is none-sense” he directs a disgusted look towards Elliott.

“Caw! None-sense!” the crow speaks as if it was a parrot, and even if this confuses Elliott for a moment he then directs his eyes to Elard.

“You never want to listen, I’m surprised you know what I want to talk about at all...” even if he promised himself to be calm, so things didn’t end in a fight like last time, Elliott can’t avoid showing how upset he is.

“Oh, really? Enlighten me with your peaceful protests and your respectful debates” Elard mocks him “I’m tired of that garbage, and I’m tired of you coming here every time there is a big crisis in the magical community, like trying to convince me I should be on your side” Elard frowns “I’m not on your side, I’m not on those idiots sides either, I’m not going to be controlled by anyone, not by them, not by you, I plan to make my own revolution”

“Your own revolution? By joining forces and ending other people’s lives?” Elliott asks concerned “Didn’t you see what happened with the Fae? How is that going to end well? Who is going to benefit from that?”

The figure on the couch moves and sits up, his hoodie no longer covers his face but Elliott has yet to look at him and realize who that person is.

“Don’t you understand?” Elard speaks loud “We won’t have real freedom until the last one witch who knows the spell is dead and gone”

“We can be better than that” Elliott insists “We can find a way to break the spell, to destroy it, to erase it, there must be a way” even though he knows it has been a long process that someone has to still yet find a solution to “and we can fight together for our rights, for a better future, so this community grows stronger and evolves.”

“Don’t be naive, who is going to give us the answer to that? There is no book, no person, who is going to be giving us the information, that knowledge is passed down from one son of a bitch to the next, and man, you know how much they don’t want us to know” Elard expression turns dark, hurt “not even you in your fancy school have the answer, do you?”

Elliott looks down to the floor, partially ashamed that even if he wanted to dedicate all his time to that task, in all these years he hasn’t found anything truly relevant for it. Elard was right in that, whoever, if someone, had the answers to the defeat of that spell they weren’t going to give it away to shedim, and definitely won’t let them have access to anything that would even allude to it.

“I don’t… but that doesn’t mean that-” Elliott tries to rush because he knows Elard will try to interrupt him and he does.

“See, you have nothing, you just have fake hopes, a nice speech and a handsome face, some people may listen to you because of that, but that doesn’t make you right” Elard complains “These are the options, you are with us or you are with them” he says bitterly.

“You know is not that simple, and you know I’m definitely not on their side” Elliott frowns, suddenly even if Elard had always been taller than him he seems even bigger, intimidating, but he stands his ground “If we don’t stand together, we fall apart”

“Are you a pop song? Give me a break” Elard mocks “I’m not going to stand next to you knowing you are going to leave me behind”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Elliott asks annoyed, Elard and him are face to face, standing each a bit closer to each other as if trying to intimate just by standing there “Me? Leaving you behind? That’s rich”

“You were such a fierce warrior!” Elard shouts “I wanted you by my side, when I started making plans you were there, you wanted to join me, we could have made great leaders for the revolution” his tone shows anger but his facial expression shows sadness.

“I never wanted that” Elliott says sorrowfully “I admired you, what you wanted to achieve, the freedom of our people, it was a dream, the hope I needed” he admits, “but then you killed and run, and justified your action as the first step of revolution, and I just couldn’t follow that… that wasn’t what you said we would do, the revolution I imagined would never be built over the bodies of other people... you left me behind”

Elard stays in silence, the whole room does, even the soft music coming from nowhere stops playing. Elliott was looking at Elard the whole time, but when he looks away, he does the same, perhaps, for a moment all those memories are too much to bare. It is then when he notices the man on the couch and recognizes him as the shedim he helped escape from the Erhenthal home. He barely can react when Elena talks.

“We all killed to be free” she says bothered by Elliott’s words “You think you are better than us?” she stands and looks at Elard then at Elliott again “You got it easy, fancy boy” she says with disdain “Whatever way you got out of that place, you got lucky and got a life, and now you are in a witchy school getting pampered, i guess being their pet is better than being their slave” she mocks “while you are assimilated and made to believe life can be good, we are seeing it for what it is, being on the run…. we are never going to be part of your utopia, because you already don’t want us there”

“Is that so?” Elliott asks looking at her then looking at Elham, and finally looking at Elard. The other shedim with the crow, hasn’t spoken a word, in fact hadn’t even looked up, however, he seems to be talking in whispers with the crow from time to time “that’s not true” he says to Elena “you know that’s not true” he then looks at Elard.

Elard shakes his head.

“You are among them, you call them your friends, people who let us suffer, who see us being used and abused and don’t move a finger, people whose families are proud to say they own us” Elard says “You will change your mind… eventually, and maybe we will be okay with you joining us” he chuckles.

Elliott shakes his head, disappointed but partially feeling like for once they could talk and maybe that meant something.

“Or maybe you will change your mind” he says though not very convinced as he walks to the door.

“Or maybe none of you will” the silent shedim finally talks.

“Caw! None of you will” the crow repeats and for a second Elliott feels like he is smiling.

The curly-haired shedim moves to the door and opens it, moving aside as if waiting for Elliott to step out.

“Are you going out? I’m going out” he looks at Elliott very seriously as if nothing that happened had to do anything with him. The crow looks at Elliott too and now it makes him feel uneasy.

“Yeah…” as he leaves feeling now kind of out of place and awkward, he walks slowly upstairs and notices the other man follow. He turns his head around a little, just curious, and notices how the crow slowly flies away from his shoulder and then lands on the stairs, in an instant a figure appears wearing a long black feather coat, with long thick deep black hair, and a prominent nose. Elliott almost trips as he gets distracted by this.

“Caw” they say mockingly and showing a sharp smile.

When they are at the end of the stairs, Elliott starts moving away to look for the perfect place to teleport back to NYADA without being noticed, however as he does he can’t avoid to eavesdrop the others conversation.

“I don’t eat” the shedim says.

“You can order a glass of milk if you want” the trickster complains “Do this one for me, Robert, I really want to try that restaurant”

“Bob” Bob corrects.

“Robert” Lazarus teases.

The small discussion as they leave the abandoned building makes Elliott smile, though it quickly goes away as confusion takes over by the mundane conversation and the calm attitude of the couple, after what was discussed just moments ago in front of them. Maybe they just made up their minds, or maybe just no one will ever take him seriously, he sighs and then teleports back to his room.

#p: children of the revolution #cw: death #cw: violence #cw: abuse #cw: slavery #cw: murder

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#l: quote #p: billy porter

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Text || Elltana

Santana: Ha, don't talk so fast.

Santana: Just one that look like him, but not a single efford on the acting. It was kind of dissapointed honestly, more shock factor than a true pretender. The wearing a skin I guess. Ew, that's so fucking creepy what the fuck. I thought the witches got Mike's corpse to bury him, not them.

Santana: How did he die? Did the TODDs got him? Fuck, they are fucking strong, aren't they?

Elliott: Yeah... this is fucked up, I can't believe they just could take Mike's body like that, or any body really... what the fuck... just... what the fuck.

Elliott: The TODDs yeah... he got on the way to let Sam and I escape, it was like... so fast, and at the same time as if time stopped...

Elliott: I still can't believe he is dead.

[...]

Santana: Then don't. I'm throwing a fucking tantrum anyway.

Santana: That's the thing, Elliott. When I take risk is because I assume I'm going to win. Let's say reckless self-preservation.

Santana: I'm not scared of caring. I know how my "caring" works, if it can be called that. I don't want people caring so they stop caring later. I prefer to know whats always going on and not count on people who are going to give their back to me when I need it.

Santana: Hey, if I do deserve caring everyone does isn't it? But what? I'm not going to take Love and Care from the Love and Care tree like that's a thing that exist and it's free and no one loses anything when taking it. That's bullshit.

Santana: Of course you are tired, Elliott. Stop wasting your energy in people who are just draining you down.

Santana: Now c'mon, Santana's bullshit time is over. I'm angry. Do you need a fucking pep talk you tired man?

Elliott: So... then you don't care about yourself? Is that what you are saying?

Elliott: In that, I can agree with you, I'm tired of people pretending, I would prefer if people were honest with their feelings and actions too, but also, we can't just go around thinking everyone is going to turn their backs, can we? Like... I don't know... you don't even trust... hmmm... Blaine? He is like the most honest, transparent, person ever.

Elliott: Well, I'm not saying Love and Care is easy, as any other feeling and relationship, when you love and care you also have to put effort into it, not just think "oh yeah this is going to work" or "it would never work" before it even happens... but make it work if you really want it to work, and as many people that are involved, they all should put effort in it.

Elliott: You are putting yourself out there, being vulnerable when you love and care about someone, of course, if things go badly you are going to lose something, but that's the thing, that is going to happen anyway, many times, in different situations, the thing is... we can still try, we are still here, we can try to love and care all the times we want. If we lose hope that things can be good again, or be better in the future, no one is going to do better for us. It is on us to keep working and find those who will love us and care for us for real, as we do love and care for ourselves.

Elliott: I know all that may still sound like bullshit to you, but... even if I keep saying I'm tired, that's what I always keep on thinking... i felt many times like giving up, but i don't really want to.

Elliott: If there is no hope left, what is left?

Elliott: If I can be the person who does better for themselves, then I will do better for other people's future.

Elliott: Life is really unfair, it is unbalanced, it is cruel, and it hurts, and it's shit, but among all that, I was able to find a tiny little bit of hope, I just want to keep thinking it is worth it for that hope, but it takes a lot from me, if i'm honest...

[Like 30 minutes later]

Santana: Oh yeah, are you like, affected by seeing people you know die? I don't remember if this is your first time or like, not, because people don't stop dying, but yeah, the first time is pretty shocking. By the seventh time it becomes a farse parody.

Elliott: I always have a hard time with the concept of mortality, it reminds me how easy would be to lose any of you, and makes me sad.

Elliott: I saw so many names of people I used to see every day listed as if they were mere information to assimilate, and I don't know what to do with it. They are gone. And know what do we do?

Elliott: Do you really feel that way?

#cw: death #just in case #cw: depression #c: santana #i: text

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F2F || Davell

David: Ye. Came and helped me with- [He stops talking, looking worried at Elliott. He hugs Ell back, and holds him tight.] I-I'm here for you, Ell. [He wants to give back all the support he recieved.] Can cry all ya want. I'll be with ya. [He'll stay until Elliott would break the hug.]

Elliott: [appreciates the words and the fact that Dave hasn't moved at all to break the hug for a while, leaving him the choie to end the hug whenever he feels comfortable, when he feels ready to let him go he does, and then look at his face.] The Boulder.... is dead... [he can barely say without looking away]

#f2f: david 2 #cw: death

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Elliott keeps hugging Dani, not sure what he can even say, he just stays there, with his arms around her in a silent that he isn’t quiet sure if it comfortable or not. Things are always becoming more and more complicated, and nothing seems to fix anything, but at least they can have each other, he supposes. Whoever those each other are at this point, he wasn’t sure either. He squeezes her a little stronger leaning softly his head over hers.

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Dani´s waited for a reply, but when she opens her door after a knock, her eyes find Ell and before she even knows it, before he´s even spoken, she gets up and wraps her arms around him with a sigh.

“Me too.”

#f2f: dani