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11:53 AM | Deveraux Palace

[Rosalie]: Are you going to push through with the investiture?

[Irene]: Yes, mama.

[Rosalie]: Oh, my dearest. You know you are giving them the satisfaction right? Televising the whole thing will be giving them the publicity and public sympathy that they need.

[Irene]: Mama, can you keep a secret?

[Rosalie]: Of course darling!

[Irene]: It is essential that this only stays between you and me. Ok?

[Rosalie]: Of course!

1:02 PM | Aurelia Palace

[Marina]: Thank you so much dearest for making all of this happen.

[Irene]: Of course, Aunt Marina. Anything for Uncle Rick.

[Marina]: Now, I'm sure Calvin and his siblings will be very nervous for tomorrow, so I have to go calm them down.

[Irene]: Ah, also, Aunt Marina, you all are invited to stay at the palace. To save up travel time.

[Marina]: Of course, my dear!

"LIVE COVERAGE: INVESTITURE OF LORD CALVIN AS DUKE OF ROTHSCHILD"

[Portia]: Good morning, everyone! I am Portia Guttierez, and I am with my partner Madison Almodovar. Madison, it is a great day!

[Madison]: It is! A sunny day for Her Majesty the Queen and her relatives, as she finally makes her cousin the Duke of Rothschild!

[Portia]: For the first time, we are live from the throne room here at Aurelia Palace! Guests begin to arrive including the Queen's relatives!

[Madison]: We are yet to see the immediate family of Queen Irene, but we are hearing that they will be coming down to the throne room soon!

[Portia]: Ok! So arriving first is the Countess of Florence, along with her family and the soon-to-be Duke of Rothschild! Arriving together early and enthusiastically.

[Madison]: Yes!

[Portia]: I think this is a move made by the Queen to make their family closer, of course, Lord Calvin is the son of her favorite uncle.

[Madison]: The Duke and Duchess of Lockwood have already arrived, without His Royal Highness Prince Albert of Lockwood.

[Portia]: There were rumors that their son Prince Albert was supposed to be with them, but it appears we don't see him today for his first official event.

[Madison]: Arriving at the scene now is Queen Rosalie, the Queen Mother. Rumors were beginning to rise that the Queen Mother and the Countess of Florence had beef between them, but with the Queen Mother attending, it looks like those rumors have been cleared up!

[Portia]: Well we don't know that for sure Madi, we did hear that every senior member of the royal family must attend, so probably the Queen Mother had no choice but to attend.

[Madison]: We are receiving news that Queen Irene is currently running late, so we will have to wait for a few minutes.

[Marina]: What is going on?! Where is she?

[Calvin]: Is it impossible for you to be patient? There are cameras around, and you are having a tantrum.

[Marina]: Oh yeah, let's wait around like we're all her pets.

[Rosalie]: Marina, how's it going?

[Marina]: Rosalie. I'm doing well, thank you. How about you?

[Rosalie]: Can't complain. Just keeping busy with work and life, you know how it is.

[Marina]: Absolutely, life has a way of keeping us on our toes.

[Portia]: And it looks like the Queen Mother and the Countess of Florence are having a chat right now!

[Madison]: Well we may not be able to hear what they're saying, but it seems like they are having a lovely chat!

[Rosalie]: Being the Queen Mother isn't as easy as it looks. It's a lot of responsibility.

[Marina]: I agree. With great power comes great responsibility, they say.

[Rosalie]: Precisely. Yet, I don't understand how some people want to be on the top. All this responsibility comes at a price.

[Marina]: Is that so?

[Rosalie]: Mhm. Haven't you heard? The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Those who crave power should remember that the same force that lifts them can also bring them down.

[Marina]: True. It's a delicate balance, and those who abuse their power may find themselves facing unforeseen consequences.

[Rosalie]: Indeed. The winds of change can be unforgiving to those who refuse to heed their warnings.

[Portia]: This is a breaking news report! We have just received an update that the investiture will be canceled and postponed.

[Madison]: Yes! And we see there the Queen Mother, along with the Duke and Duchess of Lockwood leaving the throne room, probably going to meet with the Queen.

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maximumsunshine · 1 year

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I posted 13,654 times in 2022

That's 7,084 more posts than 2021!

1,048 posts created (8%)

12,606 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mostlycatsmostly

@stickyfrogs

@maximum-mom

@catasters

@the-thinkingcat

I tagged 640 of my posts in 2022

#dracula daily - 43 posts

#wwdits - 10 posts

#ofmd - 10 posts

#wwdits spoilers - 9 posts

#yep - 9 posts

#star wars - 9 posts

#submission - 7 posts

#wait - 7 posts

#ok - 7 posts

#youtube - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i'm on my first time watching star wars (in inuniverse order) and understand nothing in universe that happens after the episode before this

My Top Posts in 2022:

Dearest Tumblr. Please show me your darling baby kitty cats? I'll accept shittens too! Here is one of mine in trade! A darling good boy named Ash!

2,032 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

Ok so i don't actually know much of anything about the plot of Dracula. Somehow I've managed to avoid major spoilers despite being on tumblr over 10 years and following people like @thebibliosphere and other goths interested in vampires. Which frankly this is the best job tumblr has ever done keeping the lid on a major piece of media? Though judging by the Dracula Daily tag I think maybe we all of us collectively (except maybe Joy) only like Dracula in theory and no one has actually read the book? Which is why this site has turned into the best book club ever. But i digress.

I don't actually know Jonathan's fate? I'm not even making assumptions. But what I'm dying to know (no one tell me) is if that crucifex he only took to end an awkward social interaction actually is how he somehow ends this book alive. You know. *Should* he end this book alive.

Like i know crucifixes repell Dracula. But I also know that part (most?) of the book takes place in London. Does our boy have a chance to learn before he goes home why he was given it? Or does he immediately take it off after returning home and toss it in a drawer? I assume it comes into play later? But how much later? I guess I'll keep tuning in and find out.

I'm thriving. First the blorbos on OFMD now the blorbo in my email. This is a great season for special interests that make my brain go ping!

I'm just so glad to experience both with tumblr and not well after. I'm not usually in the thick of fandom.

2,266 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

I want to check interest in a possible project. If I spent the first 23 weeks of 2023 running a newsletter sending out a chapter of Frankenstein a week, for us to weekly Frankenstein like we are running daily dracula, except there aren't any dates. It would just be a chapter a week sent out in order, would anyone be interested? We'd just read it together and fucking meme it like we are Dracula. Just really running with the Tumblr as a book club idea.

I'm right now just checking interest. This would be a lot of work so I'm not doing it if there is zero interest. So some sort of response beyond general likes that can mean anything would be lovely.

Putting this in the Dracula Daily tag. But I also want to tag @thebibliosphere because I feel like Joy is the ticket to making this happen. (Or at least find out if anyone wants it.)

9,314 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

I have a good disability accommodation story.

I use a medium sized backpack instead of an over the shoulder bag, because chronic pain has my shoulders all jacked up and when really carrying it I need to distribute the weight. I pass as femme so it's essentially a purse (which I'll call it) that holds like my cash and cards and keys but also my epipens and inhaler and other medical essentials.

I took my 10yo to the art museum today. About 20 minutes into our visit I was told they have a bag policy and while my bag was essentially small enough i could keep it, they need it by my side so I'm not knocking it into shit via it being on my back. Some people just aren't aware of their surroundings sometimes, blanket policy. Cool i get it. They really just needed me to single shoulder it. So I did. But like another 10 minutes in despite switching between shoulders, I just couldn't. Disability just made it impossible. So back on my back it went i was just really really careful.

Of course I was approached again though by someone new. I patiently and politely explained I knew and understood the rule but disability made it so I couldn't single shoulder my bag, I really did need to distribute the weight.

And she was like, welp ok we'll just get you a sticker for your bag so security camera guy will know you're an exception to the rule I'll be right back. 2 minutes later she was back with a shiny sticker and that was that.

In a museum full of priceless art I get the bag size and how you carry it (people really do be backing into a monet with their fucking backpacks) rules. But they were happy to accommodate me without me laying out my medical history. I didn't have to explain why my shoulders are fucked up. I didn't give them the details of last weeks especially bad pinched nerve. I simply said i was disabled. I don't even think i needed to offer up the part about distributing the weight. I just offered that bit up freely so it made general sense to them. And they gave me a reasonable accommodation and stickered me so i could explore and not be stopped every 5 feet. And in return i did actually work really hard to mind my bag in relation to the art around it.

I just really appreciate when the world goes right!

11,231 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Want Frankenstein bit by bit in your email twice a week starting in February of 2023? We're doing this Dracula Daily style! Twice a week (Wednesday and Sunday) I'll drop a section of the book, in written order, in your email and we'll meme poor Victor and cheer on Adam together! If you want to join in this, this is your chance to sign up!

I think substack will have an archive for anyone late to the party, but hopefully by spreading the word now (May 2022), we can all start together on February 1 2023. February 1 was chosen because it's after Dracula Daily ends, and also Mary Shelley's death anniversary. I think she'd like this shenanigans. She'd have a blast with tumblr!

Anyway, please join us in the fun and feel free to reblog this so word gets out with the sign up link!

13,757 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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nothinggold13 · 2 years

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Stranger Things 4 thoughts coming at you over a week since I finished the season:

‘Bout to be more Controversial than pineapple on pizza, but... I don’t care for Eddie. I don’t hate him or anything, but he makes me uncomfy. His personality makes me anxious. Not a fan.

I do have deep feelings over the wasted potential that was him and Chrissy, though.

You just know in another world they would have discovered the music thing in time to save her, and he would have literally played her a song himself to break her free from Vecna. (:

Moving on.

ARGLYE THOUGH. THE REAL STAR OF THIS SEASON.

WHEN HE MAKES THE GOSH DARN HEADSTONE OUT OF A PIZZA BOX??? I DON’T CARE THAT EVERYONE CALLED IT DUMB OR THAT THE MOMENT WAS MOSTLY COMEDIC: THAT ACTION SHOWED ARGYLE’S FREAKING HEART, AND I LOVE HIM TO DEATH.

THEY BURIED A MAN AND ARGYLE SAT THERE AND THOUGHT, “BUT HE DESERVES TO BE REMEMBERED.”

THE. ABSOLUTE. STAR.

MY DARLING, DEAREST BOY.

Can’t believe how dirty they did Jancy this season!!!!!!

Ok, no, I actually have hated the way they’ve handled Jancy since the literal moment they got together in season 2, but now they’re just setting them up for failure!!!!

Fully expecting them to break up next season, (though I am holding on to the one singular shred of hope that is them ACTUALLY COMMUNICATING and becoming stronger for it in the end).

And, my goodness, if they break up Jancy just to make Nancy get back together with STEVE???

There will be RIOTING.

I love Steve!!! I love his growth!!!! I love him and Nancy developing a friendship!!!!

BUT WE HAVE LONG SINCE MOVED ON FROM THEM AS A ROMANTIC COUPLE NARRATIVELY AND I WOULD RATHER STEVE DIE THAN SEE HIM DATE NANCY AGAIN.

(That might be overdramatic. I haven’t decided yet.)

Nancy and her guns???? Love.

The show is actually about Kids on Bikes, and if you could SEE how excited I was during the bike scenes----

HOPPER WITH A SWORD

HOPPER WITH A SWORD AND NANCY WITH HER GUN AT THE SAME TIME

Literally why was the last episode 10 hours long? It literally could have been split into parts.

Okay I am actually OBSESSED with the Concept of the basketball boys. Like, I realize they are highkey villains (or, at the least, antagonists), but in another context, they would literally be the heroes and I love that for them.

“Oh, my girlfriend just got murdered! Guess we better solve her murder and battle an evil cult! GO TEAM!”

Honestly iconic.

This wasn’t their universe, but the PREMISE of them is!!! Fabulous!!

“YoU’rE tHe HeArT mIkE!!!” literally no

Also the end of episode 4 (I think?) had me highkey crying actually, like, that was CINEMA

The speech about good people wanting to help!!! Paired with Lucas escaping the Basketball Boys!!! All of that happening!!!! Goodness!!!

(Don’t actually remember the episode number but I think that was 3 or 4.)

I get that Max was relating that song to Billy but are you REALLY telling me there’s not a SINGLE OTHER SONG that is powerful enough to save her from Vecna??

I’m not saying that because I don’t like the song!! I have enjoyed it very much!!!

BUT MAX HAD TO LISTEN TO IT ESSENTIALLY ON REPEAT FOREVER, AND I’M LIKE??? REALLY GIRL??? YOU HAVE NO OTHER MEANINGFUL MUSIC???

I would like to just state for the record that I am one of potentially 6 people who can’t get over Steve/Robin as a ship, so they’re still kind of killing me a little.

Them having secret conversations across the room in a crowd. Steve saying he would date her, if circumstances were different. Robin saying his name first when she was getting attacked in the Upside Down. Help.

Don’t worry, I know it will never happen, but I just...

I’m a little hung up on them.

THEY DID THE THING IN SEASON 3 WHERE THEY GET SCARED AND ACCIDENTALLY HOLD HANDS, OK??? ALL THE ST SHIPS DO THAT, PRETTY MUCH.

I will try to control myself.

OH. A really fun thing is that the only major spoiler I saw before watching was that the orderly was 001 (and was also Vecna)

Like, I literally avoided spoilers so well that I didn’t know Max died for a freakin’ minute there!!

BUT knowing about Vecna made watching the season very exciting because, like, I knew he WOULD be evil... but I didn’t know if he had always been evil.

Like... every scene I was like... “Does he care about Eleven, or is he trying to manipulate her? He genuinely seems to feel for the other kids right here-- hmmmm. Is he actually helping her escape? Oh, no, she just offered her help; he’s definitely gonna manipulate her into killing some people. WAIT, NO, HE JUST WANTS THE THING REMOVED-- OH WAIT AGAIN!!!!”

(Obviously the answer is he was evil the whole time.)

(But it was fun trying to guess whether that was the case or whether something had made him evil between the time El knew him & he became Vecna.)

Oh, ok, the other spoiler I heard but avoided any details of was Eddie’s death

And I just gotta say

That it was absolutely STUPID

“I didn’t run this time” BUDDY

The decision he made to run?? To stay in the Upside Down, but to run away and buy everyone some time? THAT WAS HIM MAKING A HEROIC STAND

Him deciding to stop running and face the bat creatures head-on?

LITERALLY SO STUPID, AND FOR WHAT PURPOSE???

He made it sound like he was being a coward for running, when in that moment, running was literally the bravest and most helpful thing he could have done. He was buying them time! He was being a hero! He wasn’t running away from his problems; he was doing a job!

And then he stopped and was like “I’m not a Real Hero unless I Get Killed instead!”

Absolute buffoon

(He did sort of grow on me in the last episode. As a whole his personality was still icky to me, but he was a lot more subdued and I could appreciate him more. “Chrissy, this is for you,” was----- yeah.)

Side note: when are we going to talk about the fact that Dustin is literally the best one????

He is the best child. He can do no wrong. Angel baby. Love that boy.

(The REAL heart of the team, let’s be honest)

OKAY AND the one scene where they’re exploring the house and Steve’s trying to be all cool and knowledgeable or whatever and Dustin’s just basically laughing off everything he says???

10/10 most realistic depiction of being a Cool Older Kid when the younger kids who look up to you start growing up

(Had a 15 year old make fun of me for having never had a boyfriend)

(I’ve known her since she was, like, 4)

Oh. Also? JOYCE AND HOPPER

LOVE

......Is that all my thoughts?

Probably not.

OH WAIT THE PART WHERE DUSTIN TELLS EDDIE’S UNCLE THAT EDDIE “FOUGHT AND DIED TO PROTECT THIS TOWN”

BUDDY

PUBLICLY, THAT WAS AN EARTHQUAKE

YOU’RE TELLING HIS UNCLE THAT EDDIE FOUGHT AN EARTHQUAKE???

Love that, 10/10, not even trying

(No it was a real sweet moment but it was just so funny to me because of the public context of the entire incident.)

To be perfectly honest, the only thing I cared enough to watch this season for was actually El & Hopper’s reunion.

All the reunions, actually, were the best part of the entire thing

But El & Hop’s made me extra DKJSJLSJDLKDSK, you know??

Except I’m literally obsessed with the fact that everybody else literally watched them pull up, saw Hopper get out of the car (ALIVE), and had to NOT REACT so that he could sneak in and surprise El

My sister and I were joking about what that must have looked like

I loved it

ANYWAY

I may have had more thoughts, but I think I’m gonna call it

Those were some of the biggest feelings I had about Season 4

(I think I may have liked it better than season 3 which is encouraging because historically I have liked the show less and less with each passing season)

So yeah

If you read all of this, here’s a thousand Cool Points

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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Ok but I need a bottom enji with a mommy kind and s/o is a dom and he treats her like a queen

Although I don't really like the daddy/mommy terminology and kink in general because of the incestuous implications and due to my on daddy issues, I get exactly what you mean boo. And honestly? I absolutely love dom darlings lol-

I'm more of a sub person, but I love imagining this big tower of a man kneeling down before his darling 👀.

TW/Tags: dom x sub vibes (yanderes being subs is an absolute mood) // nsfw, because honestly boo, I'm trash // kinda providing kink in play here. And praising kink // also like, fluffy stuff

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Get that dick, and go- [Yandere!Endeavor x Dom!Reader - Headcanon]:

The big dick energy that this man provides is nothing compared to his needy, attention seeking side, you can fight me on that.

Use this man as your wallet, cause honestly? Honestly- He doesn't care boo, you deserve the fucking world in his eyes.

Although I think Enji may have some kink or fetishe with domestic housewives, I still think this man would love to cook for you.

I ain't saying it'll taste good, I'm just saying he can cook. Frying an egg isn't exactly hard.

I think he likes to think he is the top of this relationship, or at least try to lie to everyone else about your relationship?

I mean, he won't go in much detail, but he'll always sound proud, like he blew your mind or something, but in reality it was probably him who had his mind blown.

Honestly, something that he loves is how you try to top him. I mean, look dearest he is huge! I don't know your size but it doesn't matter because you would still be small compared to that building of a man.

You can make him whimper and be all hot and bothered just for your entertainment, but let me tell you, it ain't really easy. At least he doesn't mind, he thinks you look absolutely divine draining his cock regardless.

Honestly? Dearest be sassy about how easy you make him tremble, cause he is living for it. He is a scary looking guy, but I can guarantee you that deep in those muscles and thiccness there is a man who wants to see his queen cum.

And also give him some praise, because he kinda gets off on that.

If you ask him to help you out because he is huge, he'll feel so fucking proud of having to help you get down on him. Be it whatever position, let this man take the wheel from time to time.

He loves being on top of you and receiving your commands, boo. Guide this man and praise him once in a while, because he is essentially at your hand.

At your fucking mercy, honey.

Also, about the praising, if you want to, he'll love to tell you all the thousand ways he loves you, your body, your personality, all of you as he pushes himself deeper and faster in you.

"- Oh. Just a thousand?" You make a fake pouty face, a thousand is such a low number considering how many times this man begged for your touch.

Just be careful, this man takes your sassiness as fuel to raise his speed, you better watch out for that. Sometimes not being able to walk can be pretty annoying.

Actually, fuck it? Like- He can and I'll take care of you if you're not able to walk because a certain someone has broken you to oblivion. Ya know? Make him pay for doing that.

Let this man provide and take care of you like the queen that you are.

Also while we're at it, if you tell him that he did a good job he'll just hold his blushing mess of a face from you. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing the amount of power you hold on him.

But we all already know how Enji can't stop thinking about you. He may be a rude brute sometimes, but in the end he knows he is nothing without your love.

I hope you like snuggling and being taken care of as aftercare cause he enjoys the shit out of it. And if you take care of him after basically making him beg for your lustful touches and that sexy body of yours, then you better be ready to see a grumpy blushing face, because this man is an absolute mess.

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eddisfargo · 4 years

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CoMC Chapter 78

CHAPTER 78

We Hear From Janina

Dear Albert--my darling, adorable Albert. You are an idiot. BUT MORE ON THAT IN A MOMENT.

First--the Franzentine wedding is OFF (and just when I come up with that celebrity couple name). And not politely, heh. And Noirtier’s will is changed back to Valentine, by some PURELY SELFLESS intervention on Mrs. Villefort’s part. He was totally going to do it anyway, but she’s like “THANKS FOR OBEYING ME SO PROMPTLY.” which. Come on.

Meanwhile, we get a proposal of marriage! From Fernand. To Danglars. He essentially gets down on one knee, pulls out a ring, grins, and says “My dearest, will your daughter marry my son?” in full expectation of a “yes of course we’ve literally been planning this for half their lives.” But that is not what he gets. Just a “let’s keep thinking about it” and a refusal to say why. But Danglars knows he’ll figure it out… when he sees today’s paper.

SPEAKING OF SEEING THE PAPER, Albert does see it and immediately does The Worst Thing. I would love to show him this Wikpedia article on The Streisand Effect. tl;dr: Trying too hard to hide information can have the unintended consequence of publicizing it. I knew this would happen even before he actually set it in motion.

The article literally just said “some guy named Fernand did a terrible thing.” There’s so many guys named Fernand. No one’s going to connect it with his father, who most people don’t even realize is named Fernand. But Albert storms into Beauchamp’s office, guns almost literally a-blazin, shouting “THIS ARTICLE IS ABOUT MY FATHER. NOW SAY IT’S A LIE OR I’LL LITERALLY KILL YOU.” And Beauchamp’s like “ok but is it a lie?” and Albert’s like “WHAT DOES THAT MATTER? JUST SAY IT IS. I know it will be personally humiliating for your paper to print a retraction and also go against your journalistic principles to say something that’s not true, but you GOTTA or I’ll KILL YOU.”

And Beauchamp’s like “dude I literally didn’t even read this paragraph-long article, much less connect it with you dad, and no one else would have either, but now I’ll be doing a ton of research and almost certainly publishing it once I inevitably determine that you dad is in fact guilty. I would never have done that if you hadn’t come in here, and even if I had might have been gentle about it because you’re my friend, but you literally just said ‘we’re enemies now’ so so much for that. You just majorly screwed yourself over. See you in three weeks with weapons.”

Ugggh MC tried to tell Albert not to do this. I’m absolutely positive about what’s going to happen here. This whole thing’s going to get out for real because Albert did the stupid.

PS, that’s a pretty neat card trick MC did there. Haven’t heard about that one in books, probably because everyone would’ve known which literary classic they were ripping off. MC put bullet holes in a bunch of Aces and 2s so that they look like all the other numbers. That’s… extremely impressive, hahaha. To the point of being a little cartoony. But he refuses to be Albert’s second or teach him to shoot (dude, teach your Son to shoot) because, as Albert puts it, “aww man, you really won’t interfere in anything will you?” HA. HA HA HA. HAHA.

HOW DO YOU THINK THIS ARTICLE GOT TO THE PAPER, ALBERT.

#Eddis Reads Monte Cristo #count of monte cristo #spoilers

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vntgemsry · 5 years

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Lynn's wet boots thwomped against the empty hallway floor of Shatner High School, squeaking once or twice in between steps as she made her way towards the theater department. She stopped in front the door labeled 213, Mr. Berger's classroom, and stared through the window at the man sitting behind the desk at the front of the room.

His head was down, leaning against his arm with his fingers clutching at his hair while he scribbled words into a notebook. He looked a little frustrated and Lynn frowned. That is, until he pulled his head up to stop for a moment to think. Braun stared straight forward to the back of the empty classroom until he saw the familiar face that he loved more than life, water, and air. As soon as Braun's eyes met Lynn's his face lit up and a giant grin panned across his face. Rolling her eyes, Lynn couldn't help but smile herself after this. Braun Berger's sunny demeanor was infectious.

Before she even completely came through the door, Braun had already darted across the room and pulled Lynn in for a "Hello My Darling I Love You!" brand smooch that had been meant for her mouth, but landed instead on her cheek because she had not been prepared. She laughed, "Oh my God, calm down."

"I'm sorry! You just arrived at such a fantastic moment. My mind had been racing, burned out, exhausted, and then I look up and see you! What a lovely surprise it was!" he gave her a few more wet, hefty pecks across her face while he spoke. "Nothing makes me happier than seeing the love of my life looking upon me with wonder and adoration and affection in her eyes!"

Lynn tried her best not to blush at Braun's zealous compliment barrage. "You're acting like I never come see you."

"No I am not! I am simply glad to see you in this moment! Any moment!" he kissed her a few more times and took her hand into his own, leading her back over to his desk, clearing a space on the surface for Lynn to be able to take a seat, typically where she always sat. Braun walked around the desk, never breaking his smile or taking his eyes off of her while he found his own seat and plopped himself down into his swivel chair. "What brings you here, Dearest?"

She shrugged. "Just thought I'd visit. The usual."

Placing his chin into both of his hands, Braun propped himself up with his elbows to look at her, his grin never fading. What a sight Lynn was to behold. Regardless of this unrelenting bitter cold that had swept over this winter, this astounding woman still seemed to radiate charm, appeal, beauty, and intrigue! He wanted to bury his face into her black and white checkered faux fur coat, so he did.

"Braun, oh my God." Lynn laughed a little awkwardly and hugged his head. "Were you that stressed out?" she asked. He only shrugged in response, but she already knew the answer was yes. Braun didn't always like to complain about being frustrated or feeling under-pressure. It was "impolite". He was a bit of a dad cliche and really didn't talk about his feelings much at all. At least not as much as some people would think.

She kissed the top of his head and he took his face from out of her coat and looked up at her. His dumb cheeks were bright red, and his stupid bright blue eyes sparkled under the fluorescent school lighting. Lynn knew that look and bit her lip a little bit. She gave him a small kiss on the lips and Braun blinked his starry, oblivious eyes at her as she stood up.

"You're not leaving already are you?!" he frowned.

"No, jeez. Calm down." Lynn took off her coat and placed it on the desk while she helped herself to sitting in Braun's lap. She snuggled in and placed her head on his shoulder and could feel his face nestling into her hair almost immediately. Weaving one arm behind his back to essentially strap herself in, Lynn loosened the man's tie with her other hand and then began to unbutton his shirt a bit, but Braun objected.

"School may be out, but there's still folks around, darling." he said and kissed the top of her head. "I would hate to get carried away and take our visit from PG to PG-13."

Lynn rolled her eyes. "Yeah ok, let's count how many other rooms I've made you cum in around this building--"

Braun shushed her. "That's--THOSE--incidences were different. I would be some sort of degenerate if I let my soulmate, mother of my children, eternal light of my life, just ravage me on top of my desk in the middle of the afternoon, with no disregard or shame."

"Me and Rexley kinda have." She said, tapping the third button on Braun's shirt. Lynn knew that would ignite a spark in him. "On accident, though. Just sorta happened. Got all wrapped up in emotion, ya know?"

"... Oh have you, now?" he asked.

Already, Lynn could read Braun's competitive tone. She looked up and his eyes remained forward, but he moved her hand away and undid the third button on his shirt, revealing his two and only two single chest hairs on his body that Lynn loved and cherished. Lynn played with her two little friends while Braun kept the pensive look on his face. She moved in, however, and kissed him on his neck, causing him to let out a sigh as his eyes closed.

Lynn stood up and Braun's eyebrows knitted together. "Oh look, now who's regretting what he said?" she laughed and kissed him on the forehead. Taking a quick glance over her shoulder at the closed door, Lynn couldn't see anyone directly outside of the window and she hurried under Braun's desk, which caused him to sit up immediately.

"No, now stop that. I don't like that." he protested as Lynn rolled her eyes.

"Do you not like it because it's in your classroom with a risk of being caught, or do you not like it because of your weird protest to 'blowies' because they aren't ~romantic~ enough for you?"

Braun stammered a bit, stopped, and covered his mouth with his hand while he thought for a moment. Eventually he let out a groan of "Both." but then he turned around. "It's not 'weird.' What's so weird about wanting to be able to see your face while we're making unselfish love to each other?"

"BECAUSE GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED FEELS GOOD AND WHO DOESN'T LIKE TO FEEL GOOD?" Braun threw his hands over Lynn's mouth and her eyes squinched together from her grin being hidden under his hands. "If I didn't know you as well as I do," she mumbled and Braun moved in order to let her finish. "I'd think you were some fake ass fuckboi" he gasped but she continued, "trying to be a poet, but I know that you genuinely aren't a fan of me making me do all the work, blah blah blah. But buddy, I like making you happy! So get over it, unzip those pants, and let me at 'em."

All of this was making Braun's face flush, and he looked towards the door himself before looking down at Lynn. She winked at him from under the desk and made a grabby-hands motion towards his pants, but he smacked her hands away. "Don't make me regret this." he said as he sheepishly tried to undo his belt, but before he made any sort of progress, Lynn grabbed each side of his desk chair and wheeled him over fast, slamming the arms into the desk itself and causing Braun to jump from being startled.

"Just do what you always do and pretend you're working." she said while she fought his zipper.

Ignoring his love's jab, Braun put his face in his hands, absolutely nervous and unsure if he would even be able to become aroused enough to warrant this grand gesture Lynn was offering. But, as soon as he felt her teeth begin to pull down the waistband of his boxers, he shuddered and melted into his seat, never having a second thought again.

~*~

His palms itched, and his ears prickled. He tried his best to keep his eyes open to remain vigilant that no one approach his door, but the overwhelming sensation that Lynn was providing him was making it near impossible. It was even more impossible for Braun to simply sit here while this amazing woman worked all this magic. He wanted to rip her out from under the desk and throw her on top, return every favor she was giving him right here and now. Every time Braun fidgeted, deciding he wanted to join her in the small space there on the floor, Lynn would pull him closer and tighter to herself, making it harder than the last time to move. Finally he resorted to biting down on a pen with his forehead in his hand as he started his ascent into climax.

It felt like the room was filling up with stars and hearts and candy. His mind was racing, spinning, bursting, causing him to bite down harder on his pen. He felt like he somehow heard Bowie singing in the distance with angels, announcing someone he hadn't quite made out yet. There was no war or crime, there was world peace in these final moments of bliss. Braun grabbed at Lynn and she allowed him to clutch her hand. All spirits were put to rest, aliens landed and made galactic peace with all. Freddie Mercury! It was Freddie who Bowie had beckoned down to earth to provide one last Queen concert before ascending back into heaven to rule with him. Braun finally released the breath he was holding along with all his love in that exact moment, and his classroom filled with sparkles and delight popped along with him. He panted a few times and finally let go of his partner's hand, finally being allowed to look down at her.

Lynn winked at him. She saw a hazy smile crawl across his face and she loved it so much. He was finally at ease. Resting her arms on his knees, and her face on her arms, she smiled back up at him. "There are no earthly words or gestures that could ever possibly express the insurmountable love and adoration I have for you." he said breathlessly and she hid her face from him to blush.

Just then, Lynn heard the door swing open and unfamiliar feminine voice boomed from across the room. "BRAUN. BERGER."

Braun, still smitten with his dearest darling, simply swiveled around with a smile and looked over, but his face dropped upon seeing who it was and he was immediately flung back into reality. "hell's bells..." he whispered.

Pulling herself farther into the desk to avoid being seen, Lynn became frustrated at whoever this bitch was that was storming into her man's classroom. The woman's tone implied she was surprised to see Braun here. Where else would he be? This person had not seen Braun in some time. Lynn deduced this would have to have been some sort of old fling.

Heeled feet marched across the room quickly. "My god it's been AGES. What are you up to, Darling?"

Lynn didn't like that. That "darling." Only Braun gets to say that.

Shock was still plastered across Braun's face and he wasn't answering the woman.

"Aren't you even going to give me a hug?" she asked. Her arms must have been outstretched, Braun looked down the length of each of them and finally realized what was going on. He scooted into the desk and held his pants closed and Lynn moved in to try and at least zip them back up as quietly as she could. "You don't seem very happy to see me." the woman said.

Braun stammered but remained in his seat. "I-I-I. What are you doing here, Siofora? I'm trying to get some work done after class."

That name seemed not unfamiliar to Lynn but she couldn't think of it well enough.

"I was here to meet some potential HFU students! Recruit some rambunctious Rogues!" Siofora Wiley pointed at the mascot pin on her lapel. "Making our own way through life!" she giggled as she slammed her her heavy purse onto the top of the desk.

"Oh is that your little motto or something?" Braun said brimming with salt. "All of you over in Jonestown."

"It could have been your little saying as well had you stayed in Jonestown with us." Siofora pouted. "We sure awfully miss you. And even Rexley I suppose." she let out another ridiculous giggle that made it hard for Lynn to have to remain under the desk. "Where's that ol' stick in the mud these days?"

"Down that flight of stairs to the basement in the gym." Braun said plainly.

Siofora blinked and then snorted. "Nuh-uh."

"Yes 'huh'." Braun mocked.

"Oh good god! What's it been? Twenty years later! And you two are still inseparable, huh? Of course you both work at the same shoddy high school together. And with Hilty Corriander literally right next door here too! You're one funny bunny."

Lynn heard the cunt heave herself onto the desk and watched Braun lean away from her.

"What else has the great Braun Rolland Berger been up to?" Siofora looked up at the dry erase board behind him and her eyes widened. "Who are these scamps hanging here? Why are they special?" she already flung herself off of the desk and made her way over to a few Polaroids tacked to the board and Braun swung around in his chair to keep a watch on her.

Now Lynn finally got a good look at the clown and... She was frustratingly pretty. Not conventionally pretty by any means, but still nonetheless attractive. Her eyes were weirdly light green, like doll eyes, but she had a very desirable pouty lips and incredibly well maintained strawberry blonde hair. Head to toe designer clothes. Rich and Pretty.

Siofora snatched a photo with each hand, all from the most recent Thanksgiving, and looked at each of them and then at the man before her. "Braun Berger. Half of these little brats look exactly like you!"

"That's because all of those incredibly funny, intelligent, and inspiring human beings are mine."

Siofora's eyes widened. "You do not have nine children, Braun."

"Biologically no. Three of them are Rexley's."

"You and Rexley adopted! Oh! That makes... a little more sense. I never would have pegged Braun Berger as a family man. At least not the Braun Berger I knew." Siofora giggled.

Lynn alternately glared and rolled her eyes at each word and remark that came out of this dolt’s mouth.

Braun groaned at Siofora who clearly was ignoring the other Polaroid that had been hanging directly next to the photos of the kids. "Not adopted."

Standing up straight, Siofora's eyebrow raised and she turned to look at the picture of Mya, Lynn, and Rexley. "Oh."

"Yes."

"A wife?"

Lynn watched Braun answer this question, nervous of the answer for the first time in her life. When had she ever previously cared what Braun called her? Never, really. But there was something about this woman that made this the most important question of Braun's life in Lynn's life.

"Yes." he said unwavering.

It was hard for Lynn not to fling her arms around that man in this instant, but still she remained hidden.

"Ohhhhh...." Siofora turned and said coyly.

'What "oh"? There should be no "oh"', Lynn thought.

Siofora whipped back around. "So those rumors ARE true?"

'Fuck...' each partner thought to themselves. Truly, truly, neither of them cared what folks thought of them or the fact that they were in a romantic relationship with both themselves and the Wyatts. They did, however, cared when it effected their children’s lives, and that they did not tolerate, and for that reason they kept their affections under wraps.

Braun swallowed and looked up at Siofora sternly. "What rumors are you referring to, Ms. Wiley?"

"Oh I'm not one to gossip, Rawllie." Braun truly hated that nickname Siofora had stuck to him all those years ago. "I wouldn't ever repeat it. Please don't ask me to. It would make me so terribly uncomfortable." Siofora pouted her bottom lip out.

"I'm not in the mood for this, Siofora."

"Well. Just. In this photo it's Rexley, AND two other women. Just." she let out a fake disappointed sigh. This woman was the American manifestation of Sae Kashiwagi. Siofora leaned in and said in a low breathy voice, "Everyone says you're swingers."

"Oh please." Braun rolled his eyes and then rolled himself back to face his desk. "Rexley and I are swingers, and Hilton sleeps with his sisters. These are all old tales and completely untrue."

As Braun turned around, Siofora's eyes met Lynn's for one split second, causing her back to straighten and a disturbing smirk to spread across her face. Lynn pressed her back against the desk and mouthed a 'fuck'.

"I guess that's a little bit of a shame in that case." Siofora pulled herself onto Braun's desk again, playing with her gold necklace and flirtatiously kicking her feet as she looked at the photo of Braun's dearest loves. "Maybe she would have let me share you with her~." Siofora twirled Braun's tie around her fingers and held onto it. "Take you to the Corriander Valentine's party, perhaps?"

As the rage built inside of Lynn, it clearly built inside of her partner, and Braun shot from out of his chair and snatched his tie back. "Siofora Wiley, not only is my love life not any of your damn business, but that isn’t how any of that works in the first place."

An inaudible groan came from Lynn and she face palmed. That was almost exactly what this woman wanted out of Braun. He just confirmed exactly what it was she had been hinting at. Sure enough, Siofora sat up and put her hands up to feign defense. "I'm sorry I struck a nerve, Darling. Apparently this rumor has gotten to you after some time, huh? rubbed you the wrong way." she said and looked down at his unbuttoned pants with his belt dangling in the wind that Lynn hadn't been able to put back together silently.

Shooting back down into his seat, Braun cleared his throat and instead chose to button his shirt and tighten his tie back to it's proper location.

"I don't think my FIANCE would be very fond of that anyway." Siofora said as she hopped off of the desk.

"I would think not." Braun rolled his eyes and focused on his clothes.

The wench petted Lynn's coat a few strokes and picked it up to inspect it. 'Forever 21? Of course she's trashy looking. She's cheap.' she thought to herself, plopping the coat back on the desk as Braun remained distracted. "Faulkner's just wild about me. He'd be mighty mad if I showed up to the Corriander's with YOU instead."

Now the name Siofora seemed a little more familiar to Lynn. She was certain she had once heard Hilton mention Faulkner's surprising new engagement before. 'a well-to-do professor at HFU!'

Braun's head popped up to look at Siofora. "Faulkner as in... Faulkner Price?!"

"Yes." she smiled.

A raucous guffaw erupted from Braun which concluded with a snort. "You're engaged to be married to Faulkner Fucking Price?"

"Yes." she frowned.

"Oh-ho-ho, what a delight. How have the two of you lovebirds been getting along, then? " Braun smiled. "I know he's very close to his family."

As corny as it was, Lynn was eating up the pure joy Braun was taking in from all of this.

There was silence for a moment as Siofora eyed Braun over. "Why did you say it that way?"

"Said what in what way?" he replied sing-song.

"Very close."

"Oh. Well. I'm not a gossip, Siofora." A grin remained on Braun's face as he watched the harpy before him suck her teeth and nod in defeat.

"Welp. It's been... It's been, Berger." Siofora threw the family photos onto his desk as she scooped up her purse and flung it over her shoulder. "I'm sure I'll see you at the V-Day party then!" her demeanor changed rather quickly as if she had already had time to recompose herself, causing her voice to be as flowery and bouncy as it had been previously. "I can't wait to meet your wives!" she said, blowing a kiss as she stormed out of the classroom before Braun could protest.

Measuring the amount of time it would take for Siofora to get to the stairway from his room, Braun and Lynn waited in silence until finally Mr. Berger sprang out of his chair once again and let out a frustrated yell and sat on top of the desk.

Lynn crawled out and onto the chair, pulling her feet onto the seat with her and wrapping her arms around her knees. "She saw me. I'm sorry."

Braun had his mouth in his hand and was looking past her, but sat up straight and focused on her. "No matter. She would have been just as unbearable if she hadn't." he said pulling both the chair and Lynn over towards him. He put his arm around her, settled his head into her hair, and sighed.

Not knowing what else to say in that moment, Lynn remained in silence, not wanting to disturb Braun anymore than he already was. She knew she wasn't really in control of any of what had just happened, but felt like she was at fault anyway. Finally, she spoke up. "That was a pretty good burn though, sweetheart. The whole, "i'm not a gossip~" bit. I was proud of you."

Braun shifted and straightened himself out. "Was it good?" Lynn felt him grin through her hair. "I don't want to brag or anything, but I was rather proud of it myself as well."

"You should be! You bugged the shit out of her with it." Lynn looked up at him and smiled.

Braun gave her a little kiss and smiled back. "I really did, didn't I?"

"It was like something out of a movie." she added to swell his ego just a little more. He deserved it.

They both chuckled a little bit and then Braun cleared his throat. "Oh but unfortunately we won't be going to the party any longer now. Sorry."

Lynn turned and looked up at him. "What? You're being dramatic. We're not NOT going to go to a Corriander Party."

"I refuse."

"We told Dean we'd meet Rhettangle's poppa there so it wouldn't have to be so 'intimate' for the first time."

"Deanie will be releaved we won't cause a scene in front of his boyfriend's father." Braun smilied while Lynn frowned.

"Yeah ok. Sure. We're not going. We'll see how well this goes over with Mya." she said rolling her eyes.

#braun #lynn #i'm not gonna tag who else yet so then you can be SURPRISED

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On helping a loved one through depression

[guest post by Liz Mott]

Did you ever see Lord of the Rings? As a nearest and dearest of someone with depression you might have that feeling of being relatively safe although in a besieged city of Minas Tirith with the screaming orcs of life shut outside the wall...things can't get any worse, you still have hope and then....the gates of Mordor swing open and your loved one says "Darling, I'm going to kill myself" ...the forces of darkness are unleashed and your protective walls crumble and hope drains through your feet.

At this point you have nothing left but to cry out to God...Psalm 31 verses 21,22

" Praise be to the Lord, for he showed me the wonders of his love when I was in a city under siege. In my alarm I said, "I am cut off from your sight". Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help".

When you cry out, even when the situation seems hopeless, God hears you...Jesus hears you.

Depression and the cloud that surrounds it affects not only the person who is unwell but all those around them...like another entity in the room...the air becoming thick with negative energy. Depression is miserable for everyone. A sense of powerlessness can be all pervading with a fear of being swamped and overwhelmed by the events unfolding before you....but.. you as a spouse, parent,sibling, are important and your wellbeing and survival is essential to your loved one. Remember when you think you're about to be covered by an ocean of despair that God called you by name...you are his and the waters will not cover you nor the flames devour you...Isaiah 43. 1-3 (in whatever translation you like)

" But now this is what the Lord says.........."Do not fear for I have redeemed you! I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you: and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned,the flames will not set you ablaze".

There are as may varieties of the expression of depression as there are people. Every relative, supporter or caring friend will find their own most helpful strategies for surviving the turmoil of illness and for helping in the recovery of the person they love. Below are a few things that have helped me.

+ As the nearest person to someone with depression your own sanity is essential... so keep up a continuous dialogue with God, "practicing the presence of God" (Brother Lawrence) so that when your Mordor moment comes you can immediately say..."ok God....you're in charge...help...what am I supposed to do now?"...or words to that effect (God can cope with the worst possible things that you can say). Developing an open and trusting relationship with God is essential, after all....where else is there to go?

+ Make sure that you have friends and activities outside the house to combat that trapped feeling. Depression and mental illness is a destroyer of relationships between spouses and friends. The bible is clear about confessing to each other (James 5:16 NIV..."therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed") and in this instance I think it could include "off loading" on to trusted friends. If you no longer have people you can trust...approach homegroup leaders, MIND (MIND in Croydon - infoline 020 8668 2210, website - mindincroydon.org.uk who provide among other things a carer support service); approach Pastors who can direct you to someone appropriate to listen and pray.

+ If you are a friend....keep in touch with the depressed person and whoever is with them at home. Someone with depression may not be able to tolerate being around people so be sensitive...texting the depressed person regularly without expecting a reply can be very helpful to prevent feelings of being abandoned. The carer may feel similarly isolated and may also appreciate being texted, phoned, invited out for coffee.

+ Not all depression is as dramatic as described above...a lot of the time depression takes the form of low mood and irritability...everyone is unique and every situation is different. For all involved...try to develop a silver linings habit...in all things praise Him. (Ephesians 5:20. "Always giving thanks for all things". 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing; In everything give thanks; for this is Gods will for you in Christ Jesus". Philippians 4:8 ...."whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things"). Life may not be perfect, may not be what we expected, but my experience is that God provides silver linings, hope. Back to the Lord of the Rings.....this is not weird Elvish stuff but a good Christian defence against the grinding oppression of depression.

+ If as a relative, if you find yourself faced by seemingly never ending waves of distress, with a sense of being held by a spider thread over a chasm of despair, afraid to move or cry out even to God in case that fine thread breaks..remember..the thread can't break...its God who holds you and he can't let go. Dare to talk to him immediately..scream shout, let it all out.....he looks upon you with powerful compassion .

+ Have a safety scripture to hang on to....mine is always Isaiah 43. 1-3.(NIV) "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are Mine! When you pass through the waters, I will be with you. When you pass through the rivers they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour".

+ Contact someone and talk and pray and receive prayer. The Holy Spirit wants to bring you healing, peace that can't be understood and hope for the future.

+ If you have the energy do something outside the house...go for a walk, go for a coffee, read books in the library.

+ Your loved one/friend may be struggling with taking medication, doctors, professionals, the confusion of the system. They may have feelings of being undeserving, fear of possible side effects or feel they can deal with the situation on their own without help from any one and that each attempt to help them belittles and infantilises them. It is important to support them taking medication as prescribed and to then help them discuss those concerns with their doctor. Encourage them to write down their questions before appointments and to write down the doctors answers. Offer to accompany them to appointments; respectfully and kindly listen to their fears and anxieties.

You and your mental health are important but ..not everyone has friends or people they can trust. If this is the case please ask someone to pray with you or ask a Pastor to direct you to an appropriate person; you may be surprised at the number of people willing to help.

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On helping a loved one with depression

At this point you have nothing left but to cry out to God...Psalm 31 verses 21,22

" Praise be to the Lord, for he showed me the wonders of his love when I was in a city under seige. In my alarm I said, "I am cut off from your sight". Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help".

When you cry out, even when the situation seems hopeless, God hears you...Jesus hears you.

Depression and the cloud that surrounds it affects not only the person who is unwell but all those around them...like another entity in the room...the air becoming thick with negative energy. Depression is miserable for everyone. A sense of powerlessness can be all pervading with a fear of being swamped and overwhelmed by the events unfolding before you....but.. you as a spouse, parent,sibling, are important and your wellbeing and survival is essential to your loved one. Remember when you think you're about to be covered by an Ocean of despair that God called you by name...you are his and the waters will not cover you nor the flames devour you...Isaiah 43. 1-3 (in whatever translation you like)

There are as may varieties of the expression of depression as there are people. Every relative, supporter or caring freind will find their own most helpful strategies for surviving the turmoil of illness and for helping in the recovery of the person they love. Below are a few things that have helped me.

+ Not all depression is as dramatic as described above...a lot of the time depression takes the form of low mood and irritability...everyone is unique and every situation is different. For all involved...try to develop a silver linings habit...in all things praise Him. (Ephesians 5:20. "Always giving thanks for all things". 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing; In everything give thanks; for this is Gods will for you in Christ Jesus". Philippeans 4:8 ...."whatever is true, whatever is honerable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things"). Life may not be perfect, may not be what we expected, but my experience is that God provides silver linings, hope. Back to the Lord of the Rings.....this is not weird Elvish stuff but a good Christian defence against the grinding oppression of depression.

+ If as a relative, if you find yourself faced by seemingly never ending waves of distress, with a sense of being held by a spider thread over a chasm of despair, afraid to move or cry out even to God in case that fine thread breaks.. remember..the thread can't break...its God who holds you and he can't let go. Dare to talk to him immediately..scream shout, let it all out.....he looks upon you with powerful compassion .

+ Contact someone and talk and pray and receive prayer. The Holy Spirit wants to bring you healing, peace that can't be understood and hope for the future. If you have the energy do something outside the house...go for a walk, go for a coffee, read books in the library.

+ Your loved one/friend may be struggling with taking medication, doctors, professionals, the confusion of the system. They may have feelings of being undeserving, fear of possible side effects or feel thay can deal with the situation on their own without help from any one and that each attempt to help them belittles and infantilises them. It is important to support them taking medication as prescribed and to then help them discuss those concerns with their doctor. Encourage them to write down their questions before appointments and to write down the doctors answers. Offer to accompany them to appointments; respectfully and kindly listen to their fears and anxieties.

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