#but whose?

[coveredinbees]

Oh nothing. Just the cast wearing boutonnieres like it's no big deal.

[asirensrage]

The Art of Seclusion (41/47)

Summary: Amelia Elswood is smart. She knows her position is the most  dangerous place to be…but it’s also the safest. She’s Erudite. She’s  Divergent…and she’s Jeanine Matthews’s assistant.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

any impressions of agent liberty?

Noooo onnnnne plots like Amon

Incites crowds like Amon

No one rocks a mask quite like Amon! 

In a another ‘verse he’d be a ‘roach hater!

My, what a guy, that Amon!

[whats-in-tyzias-mug]

what's in her mug?

Genetic material, straight out of the bucket.

[ritaloveslove]

since i can’t find a good course to do i’m in the mood to analyze birth charts

[stevenstamkos]

I just checked my bank account and it turns out I wouldn’t actually like, die if I bought any hockey merch. So now starts the hard part of 1) choosing what to buy and 2) NOT BLOWING ALL YOUR MONEY ON THIS STEPH

[zrimgor]

It's been a very, very long time since I've kept any notes. Too long, considering the research I've been doing. It seems though that I may be doing less harm than I initially thought by coming back.

I've spent a bit more time at Sun's Peak, but my visits have been brief. They're taking their sweet time in making a decision on the status of the village, and have more citizens now than I recall. Veladrys seems to be about ready to crown them both kings himself despite the fact that he doesn't even live there, though from my very short conversation with him, it seems his sentiments are uncontested amongst the villagers - they recognize that becoming a kingdom would offer additional benefits that they won't have remaining off the map entirely, but that it will in turn bring about more risks. They're both humble though, as they've always been.

What strikes me as odd is that I had thought Sun's Peak was well-established as a kingdom by this point in time. At least, that's what the history books taught me, and if there's one thing I research more than anything else, it's history. Returning simply to ask them about it though comes with a myriad of risks, and I fear the wrath of the dragons should I bend the laws of time and space for such a trivial matter.

And that is what fascinates and frightens me about this. I don't appear to have simply gone through time, but through space and dimensions as well. This matter with Garrosh? I don't recall it happening, and as I have quite clearly seen, I was alive at that time. The Pandaren? Well, they came as a bit of a shock to me. I'd never seen one in all my two hundred twenty-six years, and now it turns out that Rondmus - again, someone I'd never met previously - is in a relationship with one of them.

I don't know if it was my coming here that set these events in motion, or if this separate timeline has always existed and I just stumbled upon it rather than the one to which I had intended to traverse. What's truly a blessing though is the fact that the family and friends I have here are the same as always - well, that's not quite true. There are some key differences. Saranklei, for all his faults, makes a wonderful father, something I honestly never thought I'd see. It'd been almost a hundred fifty years since I'd seen mother so happy, and I attribute that to the fact that her partner is alive and well. Perhaps I may try to find a way to prolong his life, for both of their sakes. And to see him wield the Shadow as proficiently as the Light... I thought he would never dream of such a thing.

This has turned into a much longer entry than I had anticipated. What an exciting time to be here though. I suppose my next step is to try and convince the two of them that while their humility is admirable, it will be more beneficial to accept the crowns they rightfully deserve. Then again, picturing myself without my own title is, admittedly, an enticing prospect. Perhaps part of why I came here was to escape those responsibilities to some degree, but it isn't like I can't return to the very instant I left.

... actually, come to think of it, I'm not sure I can if it's in another universe altogether. All right. I need to stop writing before I have a panic attack.