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faithfromanewperspective · 8 months

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guys guys guys it's CHRISTOPHER!!!! so so keen to share this <3 what's written in here is only a snippet of the newly posted chapter. (click link to read all of it) merry thieves time let's goooo

Contrary to what Lucie had thought, it had taken Christopher a while to reach the realm of the dead (at least, that’s what he was calling it). He had disappeared for a while, during which time, he knew, his body had gone to Idris without him and his parents must’ve been very upset. Then he felt himself drawn to London, as if all the force of the universe was pulling him, whispering that something incredible was going to happen there. For Christopher, it was where those he had loved in his life were. He hadn’t known much at the time, had faded in and out, been everywhere and nowhere at once. For a short moment he was able to visit Grace and help her see what she was capable of. Ideas buzzed around him: ‘unfinished business’ and all the events and interactions and connections of his life playing in front of him like scattered pieces of film. It was as if something bigger than him was sorting and prioritising his memories: but they weren’t just his memories, were they? Sometimes he was looking at himself from the outside, through the eyes of those who he loved. He felt strangely distant from what was happening in front of him: London, when he was seeing it, or his own life. But he felt things that he wasn’t sure were his: the glow of pride when he had worked on the demon poison antidote and on fire messages. When he had checked on James; when he had visited Grace. He thought he would feel a disappointment for the time he had stolen lemon tarts because he was so hungry that he almost collapsed after working in the lab day and night without eating (James and Matthew had created a schedule to feed him after that event, to ensure it wouldn’t happen again), or the time he had blown up the Academy by accident. But he—or whoever’s feelings he was taking on—felt only compassion.

It was a nice change from the usual way he would freeze in guilt and shame every time he said something that came out differently to how he wanted and someone felt hurt as a result. But even his memories of that were distant: he could view everything as if it were happening to someone who were not him, someone he knew would be taken care of—not someone whose future as a scientist and a Shadowhunter were unclear, and now cut short. Throughout his life, he had felt a need to prove himself that his friends and family members would still as they assured him he was more than enough as he was. He had an acute awareness, growing as he grew up and came to understand the world, of how he wasn’t like most people, and might do things differently than they expected. But now, there was this force, a force so big and yet so gentle, saying he was exactly what he needed to be. Not that it really spoke in words, more just propagated the belief in his head, as if it were a magical plant.

Christopher was slowly coming to the realisation that he had done something well. It was not the thought he would have chosen for himself, but it kept sticking like a scientific hypothesis that seemed so right it simply had to be tested. But unlike testing a scientific hypothesis, when an excitement would overcome him and keep him buzzed and curious for days, he felt at peace. As if he didn’t need to be constantly finding out new things to keep him going anymore. Just like he didn’t need to eat anymore, either.

He finally reached the realm of the dead, between one moment and the next: seeing his friends win the battle for London and safely return to the Institute—and then he was somewhere he’d only seen glimpses of ever since he died.

The first familiar face Christopher saw was Filomena Di Angelo. He remembered what he felt when she had died: similar to when Jesse had died when he was a child. A thought that went something like, I did not know this person well, but I would have liked to, and now I will never get the chance. It was ironic now: he had gotten to know Jesse a bit better while both of them were alive, and it seemed he might get to spend time with Filomena now.

If they still felt the kinds of mortal shock and fear they would have when they were alive, he imagined she would be shocked to see him here. To see that he was dead too. Instead, she just looked scared, and he felt a wave of compassion for the slightly older girl, who he’d thought of as so strong and independent, and then realised she was also interested in hearing about things people—even James and Matthew and Thomas sometimes—might find boring. Her interest was genuine, a bit like Grace’s, but her ideas were wilder, a bit like the ones Matthew used to have before he grew tired and easily bored and withdrawn.

“Christopher Lightwood,” she said, and her voice was barely more than a whisper. “How long have you been here?”

“I just got here,” he said, then noticed the way her spirit seemed—afraid? Could they be afraid here? He certainly didn’t feel any fear, didn’t feel the usual nerves he would at talking to people who weren’t his friends or family. Maybe Filomena was a friend. So he asked, “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what happened,” she said, and she sounded and looked a lot like James had that day he told them all about what Tatiana had done through Grace. “I was in that place, that horrible place, with the others, and they came, the girls, the one who got married and wields Cortana, and her husband’s sister and—”

Cordelia and Lucie. But he saw them in London, they were okay. What others, he wanted to ask, but then he looked around, and saw them. Elias Carstairs, who he knew had treated Alastair poorly and asked James for money, scowling, also looking scared. Lilian Highsmith, who was known as a kind elder in the Clave but Christopher had always seen in her eyes that she thought his scientific endeavours were a silly childish thing and the wish that he would grow up to be a normal Shadowhunter. He didn’t see that now. Amos Gladstone, who had been old enough to be his grandfather, but he always felt a connection to because he was absentminded and often seemed incompetent—but actually had a brilliant mind which Christopher realised the once or twice he had talked to him. And Basil Pounceby, who Christopher might have hated for the way he raised Augustus Pounceby and his siblings to be cruel, parroting off the cruel beliefs of their father while Eunice would watch, looking torn. Christopher had often wondered if they were cruel to her too. But Basil didn’t look intimidating anymore, and Christopher only felt a dull sorrow for all that man had done.

The ground suddenly shook underneath them, and the sky was split with a guttural scream. It sounded inhuman, and sounded not like someone hurting, but someone who had nothing human to hurt and had been stopped from hurting other people. Christopher had an idea who it could be.

Then Christopher was suddenly alone, without the others that Belial had killed, and surrounded by voices. Voices of people he knew: people thanking him, people saying how kind he was, people saying they wished they could have his confidence to be himself and help people in all the ways he was best at. People wishing their children could grow up clever and creative and also warriors, but mostly kind. Some of these voices he didn’t recognise, and some spoke in accents he hadn’t heard before. Some were Downworlders he knew from the Shadow Market, saying he was alright for a Shadowhunter, more than alright, he had given them hope about the new generation of Shadowhunters being better than any had before—he was the only one they had met who made an effort not to intimidate, and treated them as equals. That was a compliment indeed. And Professor Fell—he thought he recognised Ragnor’s voice, saying that he was a good boy if he only would learn to control his hazardous scientific activities. Christopher wondered if some of these were things people had thought, not said out loud: he could never imagine Professor Fell praising him. Not when the warlock didn’t even try to hide his fear and disgust whenever Christopher walked into the room. Not when, while he was alive, those memories stuck to him whenever he wasn’t distracted by a new discovery, morphing into worries: what if he never did get the chance to do good with his work? What if instead of helping people, he accidentally hurt them through a careless mistake? The fears he'd had since a child felt more distant now, as if he’d left them far behind.

And then he was shown his friends. Thomas and Alastair, taking care of Cordelia’s baby brother. Grace and Henry, in the laboratory. Anna, Alexander, his parents and Ari, enjoying the winter sun in the garden of the Herondales’ manor house in Idris where he never went, but assumedly they were staying there as the Lightwoods’ properties had all been confiscated due to Benedict’s disgrace. James and Matthew, following Will and Tessa around the Institute and looking worried, but occasionally laughing at a joke Will made or at something Oscar did. Jesse watching as Lucie and Cordelia trained. Eugenia doing some sort of paperwork with Sophie and Gideon, undoubtedly ruining it if she thought it was boring. Eugenia never was very patient—and it had once, a very long time ago, made Christopher feel anxious around her, as if he might be teased for being so different to his elder cousin. Now he realised they weren’t so different after all—each had things they were interested in, and anything counterproductive to their goals was a waste of time. He felt a wave of compassion for them. They were all so very brave, going on in London, and in the Clave after all Belial had done to the Silent City as well. Keeping going after all they had lost.

And then he was seeing something else: his grandparents on his mother’s side, who he had only met a handful of times. A child he somehow knew to be the sibling Matthew lost when Charlotte got sick. His aunt Ella who he had never met—somehow he knew who she was, and she stared straight at him with a look of recognition. A man who somehow reminded him of Thomas, though the features reminded him of someone—an old friend of his parents perhaps?—that he hadn’t seen in years. A woman he somehow knew to be his grandmother, Barbara Lightwood, nee Pangborn. And Barbara and Oliver who he knew: with them was a child. (A child?!? Suddenly the reason Barbara had died of demon poison made perfect sense. But then again, Christopher had also died of demon poison, and he had not been with child.)

Filomena walked into the room: she was alone, and it was clear she knew no one there. Christopher started towards her, he could introduce her to his family, they would be kind to his friend—

And then the scene changed again: there was Tatiana, there was his grandfather Benedict he recognised from his father’s descriptions. It seemed that even after becoming a demon, he still had a soul that had passed on. Christopher felt his veins—if the dead even had veins—buzzing with curiosity. There was Basil Pounceby, and as he watched Elias Carstairs walked through the room, and out through some invisible doorway. His interest piqued, he stared after Elias, and, as if he had gone through the doorway too, he saw him walking to join a man who looked like a younger version of him and an English version of Uncle Jem, and a Chinese woman who looked just like Jem.

Then he was seeing the Silent City, and there was a grey haze to it that told him he was seeing the past: so close in time to now that it was hardly any different to those who were dead—but Christopher had just come from the realm of the living. He had not adjusted yet. Grace was there, and Jem, and she looked exhausted, like she had—oh, this was after a round of questioning. They had interrogated her about her power and what she had done to James. She looked so lost that Christopher wanted to go to her, but he knew Jem would take care of her. And he knew that he had visited her, not even realising how much it must have meant to her—in contrast to this.

He felt like he was probably being faced with a choice, or maybe just being shown how things were for no particular reason. But it got him thinking, like he always did. He found himself asking why things were the way they were. Wondering why Tatiana had done what she did to Grace, to Jesse, to James, to him. Why there was a man who reminded him of Thomas, why Filomena didn’t seem to know anyone, and why Aunt Ella was looking straight at him. Should he go and meet her? Introduce Filomena? Should he meet Barbara and Oliver’s child? Matthew’s sibling? But what about Grace—she was his unfinished business—was she still? Christopher was full of questions, the way he liked best.

#you are my unfinished business #the last hours fanfic #james herondale #thomas lightwood #christopher lightwood #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #faithfromanewperspective #because it does get u thinking about the afterlife!!#afterlife and the calm and satisfaction it brings #and yes i'm in my wfttwtaf era. this one's name comes from baby blue

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vwritesaus · 1 year

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This is a lot worse than Thomas imagined it being. This is so much worse. He’s no stranger to death, or to funerals. That’s how it is when one is a Shadowhunter. Death is a fact, and a matter of when, not how. He’d said goodbye to Barbara a bit before Christmas, and he and the rest of the Enclave—in the days following Belial’s takeover of London—paid their respects to the Shadowhunters who’d been murdered, not having had the chance to do so earlier. Basil Pounceby. Filomena di Angelo. Lilian Highsmith. Elias Carstairs. The first few were easy, or as easy as funerals get. Lilian Highsmith’s was admittedly upsetting, given the woman had been nothing but kind to Thomas and his friends when they were growing up, and Filomena’s because she’d died so tragically young. But theirs and Basil Pounceby’s funeral had nothing on Barbara’s. They had nothing on Elias Carstairs’s, either. Cordelia and Alastair were emotional wrecks, in their own ways. While Cordelia sought comfort in her mother and in James, putting on a brave face for the Enclave during the funeral, Alastair stood silently before his father’s pyre, his eyes swimming with a pain so palpable that Thomas felt his heart split in two. It was only afterwards, when they’d sent the last of those passing on their condolences away, that Alastair dragged Thomas into one of the drawing rooms of the Lightwood’s manor, and allowed himself to break. Only now does Thomas realise that those funerals, Alastair’s grief over his father, the deep pang of having lost Barbara, were just distractions. Momentary pauses in which Thomas could forget, just for a little bit, about his own soul being ripped to shreds. There’s no hiding from it now as he stands with his family, donned in white and marked in red. No pretending it never happened as his aunt Cecily openly weeps, his uncle Gabriel gasps shakily, and his cousin Anna grips his hand like a vice, her stony expression cracking at the edges when the Silent Brothers appear with a bier. On it lies Christopher. Thomas feels the ground open up beneath him. This is so much worse. So much worse.

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g a h it's finally here....!!!

fuck me dead, that was a lot. i'm knackered

that said, ch2 will hopefully be out in the next week or two!! we'll see how i go haha

with that, i will say nothing else except enjoy and i'm sorry </3

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agrpress-blog · 6 months

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Anche quest’anno il regista Antonio Centomani firma la quarta edizione televisiva del programma “Women for Women against Violence – Camomilla Award” che andrà in onda il 27 ottobre alle 23.15 su RAI TRE. Presentato da Arianna Ciampoli e Beppe Convertini, l’evento, ideato, prodotto dalla Presidente dell’Associazione Consorzio Umanitas, Donatella Gimigliano, autrice del format, racconta il delicato percorso di rinascita delle donne ferite da una violenza o da un tumore al seno. Il Camomilla Award, scultura realizzata dal maestro orafo Michele Affidato, si ispira alle virtù terapeutiche del fiore di camomilla, simbolo di forza e solidarietà, è un riconoscimento assegnato a personalità che si sono distinte nella sensibilizzazione sui due temi. L’apertura del programma è affidata alla vibrante voce del cantautore Antonio Maggio con il brano “La faccia e il cuore”, accompagnato da due straordinari dancers di Ballando con le Stelle: Samuel Peron e Veera Kinnunen. Le luci dei riflettori si accenderanno poi per ascoltare il racconto del suo vissuto con il tumore della “mamma” di Miss Italia, Patrizia Mirigliani, in un toccante monologo dal titolo “Io quell’intruso lo conosco bene”. Emozionanti anche le testimonianze di Nicolò Maja, giovane orfano del femminicidio, che si è raccontato in una lettera alla mamma Giulia e alla sorella Stefania dal titolo “Vi amavo immensamente, ma non ve lo potrò mai più dire” affidata a Niccolò Agliardi. Il giovane era affiancato proprio dai due nonni Giulio e Ines che hanno ha ricevuto un Camomilla Award di cioccolata per “la dolcezza con cui si stanno prendendo cura del nipote”. E poi ancora la storia di Antonietta Tuccillo, una combattente che ha trasformato la malattia in creatività diventando una stilista e per l’occasione ha affidato la sua storia: “La mia seconda vita” all’attrice Giorgia Trasselli. La donna ha avuto due speciali testimonial del suo brand, l’attore italo-londinese Ottaviano Blitch e la Miss Italia 2022, Lavinia Abate. La kermesse ha ospitato anche due donne, già presenti alla precedente edizione, che hanno raccontato il loro “giorno dopo”, Carolina Marconi, che dal palco aveva lanciato il tema dell’oblio oncologico, e Filomena Lamberti, sfregiata con l’acido dal marito cui aveva ribadito la sua volontà di separarsi che ha raccontato tutte le novità della sua rinascita psico-fisica, grazie anche all’importante contributo raccolto dalla testata “La 27 Ora” del Corriere della Sera. È stata proprio la donna a premiare con il Camomilla Award, scultura realizzata dal maestro orafo crotonese Michele Affidato, il responsabile della redazione romana, Giuseppe Di Piazza. Tra coloro che hanno ricevuto il “Camomilla Award” anche il noto giornalista e conduttore televisivo del programma TV TALK, Massimo Bernardini, che in una diretta aveva confessato di “aver alzato le mani sulla sua mamma” e che, nel suo intervento, oltre al grande pentimento, ha sottolineato l'importanza dell'educazione nel contrastare la violenza di genere, la giornalista sportiva Greta Beccaglia, premiata da Ivan Zazzaroni, la conduttrice televisiva, Samantha De Grenet, testimonial del mese in rosa della Fondazione Veronesi, Daniele Angelo Giarratano e Gianfranco Natelli dell’Arma dei Carabinieri, per aver salvato la vita di una donna sequestrata dal suo compagno che aveva chiesto aiuto con il linguaggio dei segni internazionale signal for help, premiati dalla sottegretaria alla Cultura, Lucia Borgonzoni. Ed ancora il Direttore de il Messaggero, Massimo Martinelli, e Maria Lombardi, per la rubrica “Mind the gap”, la straordinaria vocalist Silvia Mezzanotte e la trasmissione di Mediaset “Le Iene”, rappresentata da Nina Palmieri e Filippo Roma. Tra gli ospiti speciali la conduttrice di sala Francesca Ceci, il flautista Giuseppe Mario Finocchiaro, e il violinista elettrico dall’archetto luminoso, Andrea Casta, che ha affiancato la vocalist Serena Menarini, nell’esibizione di una emozionante “The Lord’s Prayer”, preghiera del “Padre Nostro” in lingua aramaica orientale.

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sounds-right · 6 months

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La Rai per il sociale con Women for Women against Violence Camomilla Award il 27 ottobre ’23 su Rai3

Il 27 ottobre su Rai3 alle 23:15 andrà in onda “Il Women for Women” con la conduzione di Beppe Convertini e Arianna Ciampoli.

Il “Women for Women against Violence Camomilla Award”, per la regia di Antonio Centomani, sarà dedicato alla rinascita delle donne ferite da una violenza o da un tumore al seno che non smettono mai di combattere.

Convertini è uno dei conduttori di UnoMattina in Famiglia su Rai1 ed è reduce questo fine settimana da ascolti record, con il 22.9 di share; è da sempre attento alle tematiche sociali, come quelle a tutela delle donne. Ha accolto con entusiasmo e la sua proverbiale eleganza la conduzione di questo programma, che andrà in onda il 27 ottobre alle 23.15 su RAI TRE, dall’Auditorium del Massimo di Roma, una kermesse tv pensata dalle donne per le donne organizzato dall’Associazione Consorzio Umanitas per promuovere il contrasto alla violenza di genere e il benessere delle donne che lottano contro il tumore al seno. L’evento ha la triplice finalità di sensibilizzare l’opinione pubblica sulle criticità, valorizzare le iniziative sui due temi e raccogliere fondi per le associazioni impegnate nelle attività di sostegno.

Saranno tanti i racconti toccanti, presentati dai due conduttori, che porteranno in tv, con delicatezza e attenzione, tante testimonianze, come quella della “mamma” di Miss Italia, Patrizia Mirigliani, nel suo monologo “Io quell’intruso lo conosco bene”, Nicolò Maja, giovane orfano del femminicidio, con la lettera alla mamma Giulia e alla sorella Stefania, affidata e letta dall’autore e cantante Niccolò Agliardi.

E poi ancora la storia di Antonietta Tuccillo, una combattente che ha trasformato la malattia in creatività diventando una stilista e per l’occasione ha affidato la sua storia all’attrice Giorgia Trasselli, Carolina Marconi, che ha lanciato il tema dell’oblio oncologico, Filomena Lamberti, sfregiata con l’acido dal marito e tanti altri guest e ospiti musicali, che hanno accettato l’invito a questo programma che ha come obiettivo la sensibilizzazione di problematiche che affliggono la nostra società.

Tanti i nomi che riceveranno il “Camomilla Award”, come il giornalista Massimo Bernardini, la giornalista sportiva Greta Beccaglia, Samantha De Grenet, Daniele Angelo Giarratano e Gianfranco Natelli dell’Arma dei Carabinieri, il direttore del Messaggero Massimo Martinelli, Silvia Mezzanotte e la trasmissione Le Iene con Nina Palmieri e Filippo Roma.

Appuntamento, quindi, su Rai 3, il 27 ottobre alle 23:15 !

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tarditardi · 6 months

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La Rai per il sociale con Women for Women against Violence Camomilla Award il 27 ottobre ’23 su Rai3

Il 27 ottobre su Rai3 alle 23:15 andrà in onda “Il Women for Women” con la conduzione di Beppe Convertini e Arianna Ciampoli.

Appuntamento, quindi, su Rai 3, il 27 ottobre alle 23:15 !

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thrxughthenxght · 7 months

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Hi Lore! You sent me this ask a while ago and I never responded hehe:

CHIA-

I just reread a filogenie fic you wrote on Ao3 and it gave me so many headcanons.

(this applies to not modern AU) Filomena is one of the only people on earth who can make Eugenia flustered.

Filomena rides a motorcycle? 👀

Eugenia and Filomena are animal moms but they don't trust themselves to have more than three at a time because let's be honest Eugenia is a fire hazard and Filomena is out of the house a lot

They definitely give off apartment/big city vibes (for instance Filomena climbing in Eugenia's window)

Eugenia really likes doing make up and Filomena really likes doing make up so they do each of those for each other respectively

How many of these would work in, hypothetically, a filogenie bartender au 👀

Aaaaanyways my answer:

Ahshwhshs i love so many of these!! Filomena is definitely the only one to know how to make Eugenia flustered and FiLoMeNa RiDinG a MoToRcYcLe??? yes please omg.

and who is the bartender? (i could definitely see either of them bartending) tell me more 👀 maybe the other could be a makeup artist?

You're totally fine bestie <333

Yes she is!! I KNOW FILOMENA RIDING A MOTORCYCLE I FELT LIKE A MESSIAH WHEN I THOUGHT OF IT

Filomena is that bartender but they both definitely could be bartender.

Omg. Chia. Eugenia makeup artist?? THANK YOU BESTIE 🙏

#chia <3 #chia's ask #filomena di angelo #eugenia lightwood #filogenie

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grace-lightwoodd · 9 months

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Bestie bestie bestie bestie bestie

Have you heard of the ship Filogenie? It's for Filomena di Angelo and Eugenia Lightwood since they're both really minor characters

FILOMENA DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT SHE GOT IN COI

(Yes I love filogenie)

#lore <3

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djs-party-edm-italia · 6 months

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La Rai per il sociale con Women for Women against Violence Camomilla Award il 27 ottobre ’23 su Rai3

Il 27 ottobre su Rai3 alle 23:15 andrà in onda “Il Women for Women” con la conduzione di Beppe Convertini e Arianna Ciampoli.

Appuntamento, quindi, su Rai 3, il 27 ottobre alle 23:15 !

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