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shadowxwithachoice mentioned you in a post: The Holy Knight’s Sword of Cleansing Flame
…s'mores on it?” @polkaknight @ thelessercarpenter
That’s a bit blasphemous. Also the blade would be too wide.
I don’t think mine would even work unless I was about to lay the smackdown on some seriously evil marshmallows.
Or I don’t know, marshmallows that work for an evil empire.
I think the blade might immolate them entirely.
shadowxwithachoice mentioned you in a post: The Holy Knight's Sword of Cleansing Flame
…s'mores on it?” @polkaknight @ thelessercarpenter
That’s a bit blasphemous. Also the blade would be too wide.
STORY TIME:
I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)
Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.
Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.
He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.
He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.
Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:
“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”
The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”
I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.
And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.
I didn’t reblog earlier.
So I am now.
Be kind. It’s worth the effort.
Ths is such a beautiful story. I hope that her son got help and is doing okay.
This is exactly the kind of behavior that Michael Carpenter endorses.
Lash nodded. “Alright, coffee. Do you have a place in mind?” As much as Harry liked coffee, his taste in the substance couldn’t be described as refined, and he usually hadn’t had the money for more expensive cafes, anyway, so she wasn’t sure where the best place would be.
In any case, it would be somewhere public. She knew she could trust the Knight not to kill her on the spot, but having witnesses would put her more at ease regardless.
“Intelligentsia is right down the street. I’ll buy”, he replied. He drank the strong stuff, but he knew that there were plenty of other options there. “What’s your name?”, he asked.
Most of the problems that people have, he found, could be solved much more amenably with a talk over coffee than they could with violence.
A Morality Play // Lash and Michael
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Lash didn’t like churches. As a matter of principle, she had always tried to stay away from them. She didn’t like Knights any better. Sanctimonious, self-righteous bastards. But she didn’t know where else to go.
Harry. Go to Harry.
No, not yet. She couldn’t face him yet, couldn’t face the emotions she would have to sort out. Couldn’t risk the possibility that he would reject her, even if logic told her that that fear was ridiculous.
She wasn’t used to fear.
Lash watched the family from across the parking lot, debating her move. They were finished with church, getting ready to head home. Should she approach all of them, or see if she could catch the Knight alone later?
Uncertainty was another unfamiliar emotion.
Michael could feel someone watching him. It was no divine revelation or message. It was a well-trained instinct, honed over a long career. He looked across the parking lot at St. Mary’s and spotted a pretty, intense-looking woman on the other side. That was when it came. She needs a chance.
The Knight put his hand on his wife’s shoulder as they ushered the kids into the van and murmured into her ear. “I’ll be right behind you. I love you”. Charity stiffened, then looked back at him, relaxed again, and nodded. Michael walked across the parking lot to the young woman watching.
“Hello, I’m Michael Carpenter. How are you this morning?”. Something about her felt familiar, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
He knew she was there. She really should have expected as much, and it did make her deliberations easier.
Lash watched Michael as he approached, trying to keep her posture and expression relaxed, her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She wasn’t here to fight, after all.
“I know who you are,” she replied evenly. She pursed her lips, considering her words, half expecting them to burn her tongue when she spoke. “I need your help.”
Michael stood there,a little nonplussed. Then again, that was no surprise. He smiled, and gave a little nod. “Okay. Why don’t we get a cup of coffee, and you can tell me about it?”.
There was a place nearby that served a decent cup of coffee. He could use one. Chicago was pretty windy that day, living up to its nickname. It snaked cold fingers into his shirt collar and made him shiver a little.
A Morality Play // Lash and Michael
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Lash didn’t like churches. As a matter of principle, she had always tried to stay away from them. She didn’t like Knights any better. Sanctimonious, self-righteous bastards. But she didn’t know where else to go.
Harry. Go to Harry.
No, not yet. She couldn’t face him yet, couldn’t face the emotions she would have to sort out. Couldn’t risk the possibility that he would reject her, even if logic told her that that fear was ridiculous.
She wasn’t used to fear.
Lash watched the family from across the parking lot, debating her move. They were finished with church, getting ready to head home. Should she approach all of them, or see if she could catch the Knight alone later?
Uncertainty was another unfamiliar emotion.
Michael could feel someone watching him. It was no divine revelation or message. It was a well-trained instinct, honed over a long career. He looked across the parking lot at St. Mary’s and spotted a pretty, intense-looking woman on the other side. That was when it came. She needs a chance.
The Knight put his hand on his wife’s shoulder as they ushered the kids into the van and murmured into her ear. “I’ll be right behind you. I love you”. Charity stiffened, then looked back at him, relaxed again, and nodded. Michael walked across the parking lot to the young woman watching.
“Hello, I’m Michael Carpenter. How are you this morning?”. Something about her felt familiar, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
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I love the Wayfarers series by Becky Chambers. The first book is The Long Way To A Small Angry Planet
We have three more months before our lease is up in Buckeye Land, in which we have to save the money to make it out of here and into a trail
So we are past what was supposed to be our move out date, and our life raft (a return on back taxes I filed this year) looks like it might not come before we get kicked out. We’re currently making a pros and cons list to staying in Ohio in our (unlicensed) car until we have the money, or using what we’ve got on a moving van and towing our (way more noticably unlicensed) car to Missouri and hoping there’s not a huge out of state fee for getting the licenses done there. I’m sweating bullets and I’m not sure what to do. A dollar or a share would make our holidays. Thank you guys. ❤️
Description: Fandom-rabbit-hole delving hot mess.
You caught me. 10/10.
Good thing I can’t arrest you because your nipnops don’t have long hair and the right chromosomes.
Instrument? Using a mace to hit a gong-shaped shield.
Or what about a metal enforced harp?
Yes. Later, he gets it enchanted into an electric harp. Possibly with one edge sharpened.
*Michael is teaching Molly how to drive*
Michael: the Lord moves in mysterious ways but you don’t have to. Please use your blinker.
slam that reblog button if you’re a dirty nasty gross multishipper, or just a reasonable person that believes that harassing people over ships is for losers
I made this.
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It’s not wrong.
Please reblog, this is so important.
I needed this
Is this foreal?
Yes it’s a real service. I do volunteer work for a rape crisis support service in my city and texting is one of the features we provide as well. But just to boost its credibility, I tried it myself:
reblog to save lives!
You can also text “Steve” to 741741 if you’re a young person of color. The website for more info is stevefund.org
My understanding is that it’s more multicultural and some folks feel more comfy with that in mind!
^^^^^THIS
get help guys, please. if you’re hurting, don’t let that hurt consume you. seek help.
I never knew this. It’s spectacular.
Stay safe you guys!! I love you guys, and even if you don’t want to talk to them. Remember my inbox is always open! 🙂❤️❤️
Another person saying that this textline actually works. I’ve used it for myself multiple times after seeing this post on tumblr. The fact that someone posted this saved my life, so spread it around.
We met Jim!!
@thelessercarpenter and I finally got to meet him! We thanked him for writing the book series that brought us together, and invited him to our wedding. He laughed (an obvious thank you, but no), and signed our books. It was fantastic!!
He answered both our questions during the Q&A as well, and everyone thought they were thoughtful and unique! Great info, so amazing meeting an actual hero of mine.
Love you, darling. Happy Birthday!
Oh, No
Michael sat at the kitchen table with Daniel, one hand on his son’s arm. “It’s okay. Just tell me what happened”, he told his oldest son, voice calm and steady.
“I don’t know, Dad!”, he replied, voice elevated slightly out of anxiety. “I just tried to reach out and grab her and then she landed in sand”. He shook his head, and Michael realized that he really was as confused as his father. There hadn’t been a loose sand pit where Alicia had fallen from the tree. Thinking of Molly, and something Harry had told him about magic in bloodlines, he frowned.
“We’ll figure this out together, Daniel. I’ll find someone to help you with it”, he assured his son, and gave him a hug, making sure not to show how worried he was.
He wasn’t sure when the last time that he’d been up in the tree, but he very carefully pulled himself up into the treehouse, anyway. Come to think of it, when was the last time Matthew had been up here. Nevertheless, Matthew sat in the corner. “I’m sorry, Dad”, he told Michael, muffled by his hands on his face. Michael reached over and tousled Matthew’s dark hair.
“It’s okay. We’ll melt the slag down and recast it. I’m just curious if you know how you did that”, he told his son.
“I-I’m like Molly and Daniel, right?” Michael smiled, even though anxiety and fear for his child was tearing him up inside. He took a breath. God was there. He would watch out for them. They would be okay.
“You and Mom both look like angels on the inside”, Alicia told him one day. “I hope I’m like that”. Kids say the sweetest things sometimes. Michael squeezed her shoulder.
“We do our best, honey, but everyone has the potential for great good or evil”, he told her. “That’s why you should only judge people by their actions. You can’t tell good or evil from appearance”. She nodded, but seemed unsure.
“Dad, sometimes…I can see what people look like. I can see the angels here. They watch over us. There’s one right there”. She pointed at a very specific corner of the room. Michael stopped, and a small Voice he’d heard many a time before whispered, listen. A chill went down his spine.
“Alicia, you know how Uncle Harry is…unusual??” When she nodded, he continued. “He told me once about something called the Sight”.
“Mom, I’m worried about Samantha” Amanda told her mother one day on their way to school.She was a precocious ten years old. Samantha was one of her best friends at school. She often visited for sleepovers.
“Why, sweetie? Is she having trouble in school?”. Charity hadn’t noticed anything, but Samantha always seemed quiet.
“Well, yeah, but it’s because she’s worried about her parents”, Amanda told her. Charity stiffened.
“Did she tell you that?”, she asked. She knew Samantha’s mother, who had come to Charity for advice about her marriage numerous times recently.
“No. I can just tell. Just like I can tell you’re worried about something right now”. She should not be that perceptive. She would need to call-
“And now you’re thinking about Bill! You’re frustrated and irritated but grateful”. Amanda smiled.
Charity smiled and shook her head. “I think that’s how everyone feels about Mr. Dresden,sweetheart”.