#reimprint

[emma-d-klutz]

You ever hear a song you don't really like come on, and then see someone be so, so into the song, that you can't even hate it right anymore?

[this-smile-is-real]

Did you know you can create new neural pathways and rewrite epigenetics?

There is SO MUCH in this day and age that we are starting to learn in terms of healing, energy work, consciousness etc. and it excites me to no end.

I’ve seen my psychologist twice in the last 48 hours and yesterday’s session turned into trying something new for me for the first time today and it was amazing.

To keep it brief- before my seizures last week my throat closed up, I was having flashbacks and it was really freaking scary.

There have been many events in my life where I’ve experienced that feeling of not being able to breathe so we went back to the first one:

As a newborn it took me half an hour to take my first breath and my world went from darkness and silence to loud and overwhelm sensory wise.

We went back to the memory that held fear, anxiety, expectation and pressure. Accessing my consciousness I spoke to my echo (my baby self) and rewrote the memory- changed the scenery, accommodated what I needed to to feel safe and spoke to my younger self of the resilience, tenacity and power that lay within her. I spoke to her in that I was able to safely make the choice to breathe and that it didn’t need to be forced to meet other people’s expectations or fear.

I created a safe environment and energy and it changed the way that I now relate to that first memory of life outside the womb. I went from feeling anxiety and fear with my legs shaking at the beginning of the session to naturally taking deep breaths, my legs being still and feeling light and airy and at ease once we had worked through the memory.

I am so grateful and excited to be living at this time, with the right people in my world, to explore healing from energy work, clinical psychology, neuroscience and so much more.

This is some pretty cool shit and I am here for ALL of it 🫶🏻

[imyoutherapy]

Matrix Reimprinting: Understanding the Technique for Healing Trauma

Find more info at: https://bit.ly/3NuIOlD

[ladylilithprime]

Title: Diplomatic Measures

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastiel, Sabriel, eventual CaSaBriel

Rating: General

Word Count: 5095

Summary: Sam Winchester was taking a Saturday breather to read just for the enjoyment of it when a pair of no longer dead Angels come calling with an offer he absolutely could refuse but doesn't want to.

Tags/Warnings: Post-Series Pre-Finale, Discussion of Previous Major Character Death, References to Past Trauma

Created For: SPN Pro-Ship Bang / @spnproshipbang

Author: LadyShadowphyre / @ladylilithprime

Artist: sidewinder / @hawkland

Read on AO3 | Official Art Post

ON A TYPICAL Saturday, or really any day of the week when the residents of the old bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, were home and not off to some other corner of the country on a case, Sam Winchester could usually be reliably found sitting in the bunker's library and one or more of the lore books in his hands. Sometimes it was research for a case, sometimes it was updating records after a case, but frequently it was just reading for the sake of learning. The Men of Letters had some fascinating research, as well as some terrifying research, and even the fiction books they chose to include were a lot less fiction than the majority of the human population believed. While Dean was much more comfortable spending his downtime in more obviously fictional media when he wasn't spending some quality time tuning up the Impala, Sam found the real fantastical to be just as engaging and, he hoped, more helpful down the line in their field of work.

He had just settled in with a book about faeries, privately wishing that he and Dean had had access to this book years ago, when the stillness of the library was interrupted by the unfamiliar familiarity of wingbeats. Given the wards on the bunker and the fact that the alarms didn't even flicker, Sam was able to keep his sudden burst of alertness from turning into true alarm, but he was still putting down his book and halfway through reaching for a weapon by the time the winged visitors spoke.

"Sam--"

"Hey, Samalam--"

The two angels stopped and eyed each other uncertainly as Sam processed what he was seeing, weapons forgotten. It was Gabriel, looking stronger and healthier than he had been the last time Sam remembered seeing him, standing with a self-assurance that Sam hadn't seen from him since that fraught confrontation in a mystical hotel what felt like a lifetime ago. Beside him stood Castiel, looking younger than he had, physically much like he had appeared when they had first met despite the more at ease posture, as if the years of hardship and Falling and being human had been wiped away from his vessel without touching the mark those years had left upon the angel himself.

And they were here. Alive.

"Is it okay to hug you both?" Sam blurted out, already rising from his chair. Even if they said no, anything that had two previously dead and newly resurrected angels showing up in front of him was probably going to require standing, but damn if Sam didn't really, really want to hug them.

Castiel was the first to open his arms, no doubt because he was the more used to offering and receiving hugs when it involved Sam, but Gabriel was quick to do the same. Two long strides had Sam close enough to hug them, one arm going around each angel and feeling the solid weight of them both along with the familiar zip and crackle of Grace just beneath the surface. Gabriel tensed up a little at first, but he relaxed surprisingly quickly, melting into Sam just as much as Castiel was. Sam let himself indulge in just getting to hold them both for a long moment, reimprinting the scent and sound and feel of them both, physical and metaphysical.

Eventually, when he had managed to convince his brain that this was real and both Castiel and Gabriel were really here, Sam made himself loosen his grip on the pair. The slackened hold drew twin sighs from the angels, and neither of them appeared to be in a hurry to pull away, so Sam made himself ignore that insidious little voice trying to tell him he shouldn't be forcing the angels to endure contact with him and let his hands settle on their shoulders as he drew back enough to see their faces.

"So, uh, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm very glad to see you both," he said, swallowing down the lump of emotion that kept trying to form in his throat.

Castiel's expression brightened, apparently glad of the verbal confirmation despite the hugging, and Sam mentally resolved to reinforce the idea that the angel was welcome for as long as he could be there. Gabriel's expression, however, underwent a rapid shuffle through several different emotions too quickly for Sam to follow before settling on concerned. "What's wrong?"

Sam blinked. "Nothing? Well, I mean, there's probably something going wrong for someone somewhere, but I don't know about it."

"That is good to hear," Castiel offered, glancing at Gabriel, who frowned.

"Nothing's wrong?" Gabriel repeated, glancing around the room. "Where's Dean-o, then?"

"In the garage giving the Impala a spa day," Sam answered, lips twitching at the smacked-with-a-fish expression that crossed Gabriel's face. "Full wax, leather conditioning, and detailing. I stopped listening when he started muttering about finding the tiny brushes. Did you want me to go get him, or...?"

"Perhaps later," Castiel said, when Gabriel continued to just stare. "While I am sure Dean would appreciate being informed of our renewed existence at some point, now is perhaps not the best time to invite the inevitable awkwardness and shouting."

"So long as you don't leave it too long," Sam cautioned, before fixing Castiel with a stern look, "And seriously, Cas, you gotta quit using 'I love you' to mean 'goodbye', dude. That was the third time! He's developing a complex about it."

"Kinda thought that would've been reason for you to go to Dean first, bro," Gabriel drawled, eyeing Castiel in a way that made Sam very aware of a second conversation going on beneath the spoken words, and of the way neither angel had let go of him any more than he had released them.

"The awkwardness of dealing with the aftermath of how I left things with Dean is precisely why I chose not to seek him out first," Castiel said evenly. "While I would hope he would know better than to misconstrue the meaning behind my words at the time, unlike so many of our siblings, speaking with Dean about emotional topics is... delicate."

"And will probably require alcohol," Sam chimed in with a sigh. "He's getting better about it, but then we're both still sorting out exactly how much of ourselves is really us rather than how Chuck wrote us to be."

They had already noticed certain differences. Sam still focused more on eating healthy and avoided certain foods, but Dean was less resistant to the vegetables that became increasingly present in their meals. Sam, too, had noticed that he had less aversion to baked goods, and had even managed to pull up some of Jess's recipes from the far corner of his laptop hard drive to start baking again. The grief was still there, but it bit at him less sharply without Chuck prodding the wound for his entertainment.

"So, you two had a reason to come find me specifically?" he asked, forcefully dragging the conversation away from that road for now. Castiel and Gabriel exchanged another heavy look, and Sam heard the faint rustle of feathers. "And I take it everyone's wings have been restored, since you flew in here?"

"We probably should have knocked," Castiel murmured.

"Guests knock," Gabriel argued. "We're still residents, or at least I assume so since the wards didn't kick us out."

"You're both still keyed into the wards," Sam confirmed, mentally shying away from the reason for that. No use unkeying someone who's dead, and no reason to put up anti-angel wards with Jack having promised to keep Heaven's business contained to Heaven. Which brought him back to why Castiel and Gabriel were here. "Animal, vegetable, mineral, celestial, or infernal?"

"What?" Gabriel blinked, just as Castiel said, "Celestial. Partially animal."

"Okay, then... human, angel, vessel, or nephilum?" Sam followed up. At Gabriel's slightly strangled noise, he added, "There's only so many situations that can be attributed to both celestial and animal, and intent to be hands off or not I kinda figured Jack knows Dean and I are willing to be on-call for the things that slip through the cracks. Technically."

"There should not be any further instances of angels taking human vessels," Castiel said at length. Gabriel grimaced, but nodded.

"Kid wasn't wrong about how skeevy and disruptive it is," he said, sighing. "While the practice was originally meant to allow angels to have the counsel of their vessel's life experience and cultural understanding when down here on assignment, that part of the deal apparently got deliberately forgotten when Mike and Raph started ramping up the early Apocalypse in favor of just using the human's soul as a back-up battery for their own power. Even the angels like Cassie here who tried to learn about human culture anyway didn't always understand what they learned. So now, any angels who're gonna be spending a lot of time on Earth get custom-tailored vessels. Ta-da!" he added, with an eyebrow wiggle.

"I thought you were a little taller than I remembered," Sam teased lightly.

"Just because you grew up to be a Samsquatch," Gabriel started, breaking off with a grunt when Castiel shifted very slightly. He gave the seraph an incredulous look. "Did you seriously just--"

"It felt both appropriate and pertinent," Castiel interrupted dryly. Returning his attention visibly to Sam, he went on, "As you no doubt suspect, creating a custom vessel that does not need to be sustained by a human soul but will also hold up to the strain of containing the essence of an angel - or Archangel - is a rather energy-intensive and time-consuming process. To that end, those of us who had previously maintained a lengthy and consistent presence on Earth were given priority to allow us to establish ourselves and create an appropriate orientation center for any other angels required to be on Earth interacting with people. And yes, I am aware of the irony of my being considered most knowledgeable in how to interact with people," he added.

"Don't give yourself so little credit, Cas," Sam said, squeezing the seraph's shoulder gently. "For having had to figure it out largely on your own with only what little, inconsistent help Dean and I have been, you've done an amazing job. And I'm sorry we weren't better help to you when you needed us most."

"Extenuating circumstances," Castiel excused delicately, no doubt not wanting to bring up Gadreel and Dean's complicity in the deception and Castiel's banishment from their sides. Gabriel was looking less than happy but unsurprised, which probably meant he had either been informed about the situation or was reading Sam's mind. To test that, Sam quickly cycled his thoughts through the latest of Jess's recipes he'd been looking at, which caused Gabriel to hum and Castiel to look abashed. "Apologies, Sam. Our current situation and continued proximity is making it difficult to respect your mental privacy as much as we all would usually prefer."

"I'll let it slide for now," Sam murmured, catching the implication. "You were saying?"

"Yes, well," Castiel's eyes darted to the side away from Gabriel before going back to determinedly meeting Sam's. "Part of establishing ourselves on Earth and creating an orientation center is finding appropriate human partners. To help keep us in touch with the culture about which we are meant to instruct our brethren when they come down." He shifted, and Sam felt the hand the seraph still had resting on his back curl to grip his shirt. "While the nature of this partnership and the accompanying bond is not required to be romantic or sexual in nature, I trust you understand why I would choose to broach the subject with you first before speaking to your brother."

"Um," Sam managed intelligently. Yeah, he could understand why Castiel might want to hold off on talking to Dean about something like that, especially with the mention of a bond. It was hardly a secret that Dean had issues with intimacy and commitment, and after so many years and a bored God making them dance around for his amusement it was safe to say that Dean's issues had issues. Sam, at least, had been "lucky" enough to be the consistently emotionally self-aware one between the two of them and so had less of his own psychology to actively question or attempt to rewrite. Hearing words like "partnership" and "bond" didn't cause Sam the same level of panic he knew Dean would feel.

Nor was it at all unexpected that Castiel would choose to come to them to form those bonds, however undeserving they might feel of being chosen. Eleven years was a long time for a human, and Castiel's perceptions of time and humanity had undergone several changes during those eleven years. His attachment to the Winchesters had also undergone changes, but had remained fairly constant despite Naomi's best efforts, or so Castiel had told Sam once. It didn't surprise Sam that Castiel would come to him and Dean for such a partnership. It barely surprised him that Castiel would come to Sam first.

What did surprise him was Gabriel.

"Hell, Sambala, it's not like I spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch humans knowing who and what I am," the Archangel huffed, avoiding his eyes when Sam looked at him. "You and Deanmeister are pretty much the closest I've got to friends left down here. Sure, I could probably go out, find someone to hook up with, but whether I could actually open up to them enough to bond like that... At least you know the history I've got, and if you say no then I'm no worse off than before."

"I see," Sam mumbled. And he did see. There was a lot of drama and upheaval and tragedy in Gabriel's history, things that made it difficult to open up to people. Sam had been there for some of that history, or been there for the aftermath and heard the stories. They had a connection, had since that case years ago in Ohio where Gabriel had led a pair of experienced but painfully naive hunters on a merry chase, even tried to make friends in his awkward way. Sam knew there was probably a lot that he didn't know, but apparently Gabriel trusted him to know it or to let Gabriel share it in his own time.

He also didn't seem to expect Sam to agree, but had still been surprised by Castiel's presence when they had arrived. And neither of them had left, or let go of Sam. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tell me about these bonds. I'm guessing there's nothing preventing you from having bonds to multiple humans if Cas was looking for me with the idea of talking to Dean later. Are the humans restricted to bonding with just one angel?"

"Kinky," Gabriel drawled, waggling his eyebrows again. "Looking to start an angel harem, Samnykins?"

"Not sure two really counts as a harem, Gabrielicious," Sam deadpanned, getting a startled look from Gabriel in response. More seriously, Sam went on, "Look, whatever your reasons, you both came to me and I'm not going to turn either of you away. I missed you both."

I mourned you both. Again, he thought silently, unable to push the words past his throat but still needing to convey them. From the way both angels shifted closer, he could tell they heard it.

"There is no limit to the number of bonds permitted save in the compatibility of all individuals," Castiel murmured. "Monogamy is a human convention meant for tracking the lineage of children prior to science developing to the point of DNA testing, and is quite unnecessary in our case."

"Cassie's one of the few angels I can even relate to anymore, and I already figured we'd end up sharing space," Gabriel shrugged. "If he can put up with having me around, I'm fine with sharing."

"We're figuring out a different way of explaining it to Dean, though," Sam warned, getting understanding nods in return. "Anything else I should probably know about this before I agree?"

"Look at you, learning to get all the info before jumping in feet first," Gabriel cooed. This time, his jerk in response to whatever Castiel did put him in range for Sam to flick his ear. "Hey!"

"Nothing's broken and the world isn't ending," Sam said dryly. "I don't actually have to make a snap decision based on limited available information this time, and I do remember certain conversations about angelic bonds. Eternal commitment isn't something you just jump into or we'd be having this conversation in Vegas."

"We still could," Gabriel pointed out. His shoulders slumped at the looks both Sam and Castiel shot him. "Okay, no, we couldn't. Your brother would break out the holy oil to deep fry us if he didn't get to attend your wedding."

"So this is more along the lines of a marriage bond?" Sam raised an eyebrow, glancing between Castiel's sudden bashful look and Gabriel's unrepentant smirk.

"Hey, you're the one who brought up Vegas," the Archangel said. Sam just looked at him, and eventually Gabriel rolled his eyes. "It's more like an engagement than anything, at least for us. I'm not gonna make any promises when it comes to you and Cassie, though, especially given how thoroughly entangled he's been with you and your big bro the last decade."

"Those bonds would have been broken with my death," Castiel pointed out without inflection. Sam felt the very slight tremble in his frame and squeezed again. "The entity would have wanted to ensure that I had nothing tethering me to life any longer."

"That just means when you reestablish the bonds they could snap back into place even stronger," Gabriel pointed out. He shifted slightly, and Castiel's eyes fluttered closed before going wide to look at Gabriel. The Archangel smiled wryly at the seraph. "Can't fool me, baby brother. That's the real reason you came to Sam first, isn't it?"

"Is that not why you came to Sam first yourself, brother?" Castiel responded archly. Sam was once again aware of another layer of conversation taking place between the two angels, like a static feedback against his nerves. To his surprise, all humor fled from Gabriel's expression as he turned very serious.

"I was always going to come to Sam first," he admitted with the weight of confession. "Dean's easy enough to build a rapport with on the surface, but that's as deep as it goes. For a real bond, it was always going to be Sam." Then, like a light switch being flipped, the smirk was back. "Plus, as volatile as the Dean Machine was last I knew, I'd just as soon wait and see how his psychology is gonna shake out now before I trust him to get all up in my feathers. They need a delicate touch, you know!"

As if a skilled mechanic like Dean would not have a delicate enough touch for an angel's wings. Sam kept that thought silent where it could be ignored by the angels as he rather suspected that it wasn't the capability of Dean's hands to manage delicacy that was in question.

And then the full impact of the implications hit Sam and he found himself clutching at the angels' shoulders to keep himself from falling over or sinking to the floor as his vision tunneled. He vaguely heard what sounded like a yelp from Gabriel around the roaring in his ears as strong arms hurriedly went around him from two directions. The vague awareness he had of that skittering electric Grace grew stronger, enveloping him in buzzing bees and crashing waves.

Is this another dream? Sam wondered, closing his eyes and holding on to Castiel and Gabriel for dear life as he struggled to push past the dizziness and the magnitude threatening to sweep him under. Did I fall asleep and dream you both back to life again and that's why you're here offering me everything I ever could have imagined wanting?

"Breathe, Sam," Castiel's voice rumbled close to his ear, and Sam struggled to obey, to draw in a deep breath that filled his nose with the scents of petrichor and sage and candyfloss thick enough to drown in. "You are awake. I am here. Gabriel is here. We are real. We are alive."

"We love you, kiddo, honest," Gabriel's voice echoed, just a little further away, a whisper of breath against the skin of Sam's throat where his shirt collar opened. "Not a trick or a prank or a goodbye. No obligation, no time constraints, no need to choose between us or anything else dumb and limiting like that."

Sam trembled. Swallowed. "Can I... can I look at you?"

"All you gotta do is open your eyes," Gabriel answered, but there was a note of confusion in his voice, like he couldn't understand why Sam would ask such a thing.

Castiel understood better, if the sharply indrawn breath was anything to go by, and his voice held a note of urgency when he said, "Take it slowly. We are at full strength again and will be considerably brighter than when you last looked upon either of us."

"Oh, sh--" Gabriel cut himself off on the realization as Sam's hold on both angels tightened and he let down his mental walls, all the shields and barriers he had built to try and keep his powers in and other beings out, then gingerly opened his eyes.

Bright was an understatement. Staring directly into the sun would have seemed dim in comparison to the brilliant aurora that filled his vision, a clashing kaleidoscope of colorful energy patterns that swirled and danced together and apart, contained to each separate angelic sphere even as they reached across the barriers to entwine together with each other. Sam squinted into the brightness as he let his eyes adjust physically and metaphysically, the tears gathering in his eyes from seeing and recognizing the way those tendrils of angelic energy were reaching out to him as well, not as an invasion but as a supplication.

They really, truly, honestly wanted him, were practically yearning for him, and yet still they were leaving it up to him to say that they were welcome.

"Sam," the glowing form to his right resonated with the sounds of crashing waves and trumpeting horns. "Sammy, hey, dial it back a notch, kiddo, your eyeballs are starting to smoke."

"Can we not 'dial it back' for him?" came the voice to his left that echoed with tolling church bells and screaming crows amid the hiss of rain. A moment later the harshly glowing figure to his left became softer and less focused and yet somehow more solid. Sam caught the flurry of color from his right before that form, too, became both more condensed and more diffuse at once, easing the strain on his eyes and awareness.

With that lessening of brightness and pressure, Sam became aware of the fact that his eyes burned and his skull was practically splitting open from the pounding headache. Quickly, he began pulling up walls and barriers, one after another, until he could look at Castiel and Gabriel again and see their new, chosen vessels with only the hinted afterimages of their respective halos and the shifting, rustling expanses of full-fledged, whole and healthy wings, Castiel's two leftmost wings brushing and entwined with the three rightmost wings of Gabriel's set, the other five wings reaching out to embrace Sam without actually touching him, a silent and intangible offer of their support and trust.

"Are you sure?" Sam mumbled, then felt like kicking himself. They were angels, a seraph and an Archangel, older than Time! They knew better than he could even begin to imagine what "forever" meant, and yet he still couldn't stop himself from asking. From making sure that they had really thought about this, being bound to him, for eternity.

"Been sure since Ohio, Samaluscious," Gabriel answered with a crooked grin that didn't quite conceal the edge of pain and shadows haunting that humor with the ache of a mystery spot in Broward County, Florida. "Kinda gave up on the possibility for a while there, figured I'd blown my chances sky high. I mean, even your phenomenal capabilities for forgiveness had to have a limit, right?"

"I trust you have learned better since then," Castiel remarked in a dry tone, the feathers of his wings rustling with smugness. "After all, you have not harmed or betrayed Sam or Dean as cruelly and thoroughly as I have had occasion to do, and if Sam can find it in his heart to forgive me..."

"Yeah, well, he loves you," Gabriel huffed, eyes darting away. "Even traumatized and half-comatose, I could feel that. Yeah, you did a lot of shit, but you also stuck around to make up for it. Me, on the other hand..."

"You were deprived of the opportunity to either remain or return to Sam's side," Castiel pointed out with that same delicate bluntness he had used to refer to his and Sam's shared traumas. "We cannot know now what may have happened if you had been afforded the opportunity, not for certain, but you and I both know well the pull of Sam's soul on those willing to see."

"Oh, yeah..." Gabriel all but purred, golden eyes slanting up through darker golden lashes to look at Sam. Sam felt his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the literally glowing intensity of that gaze, more than aware that the Archangel was taking the opportunity to get his own peep show at what Sam kept beneath the bounds of his physical body, just as Sam had been looking at him and Castiel before. He let him look, figuring it was only fair, and tried not to fidget in discomfort over being so thoroughly seen, every sharp edge and scar and shadow on display, more exposed to his angels' sight than he'd ever felt buck naked.

"Beautiful," Castiel murmured, soft and insistent close to Sam's ear before lightly chapped lips brushed the stubble-roughened line of his jaw in an unmistakable kiss.

"Like looking at kintsugi marble given life and breath to speak its history like a poet to a lover," Gabriel hummed in agreement, leaning in to press his own kiss to the rightmost just of bone at Sam's clavicle, his nose brushing Sam's throat as he swallowed. The Archangel once called the Messenger of God certainly had a way with words! "Don't ever think the damage you've survived makes you less than glorious, Samazing."

"I'll have to work on that," Sam muttered, unwilling to lie to them and say he believed them, not when he knew he didn't, but more than willing to try now that he knew there would be no more divine puppet master pulling his strings to keep him from healing the wounds on his heart and soul. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "How do we do this, then?"

"So, I'm not sure what Cassie's plan was gonna be," Gabriel started, and Sam felt more than saw the shift of one golden-edged teal wing nudging up into iridescent rainbow-brushed black, "but assuming you didn't laugh in my face or something at the suggestion I was thinking of taking you out on a date. Nothing fancy or over the top, not this time, just someplace new to explore without the excuse or distraction of a hunt or a fight for your life."

"I, too, had something similar in mind," Castiel admitted. "Perhaps a walk through the woods that surrounds the bunker, investigating some of the terrain we had not yet ventured into the past few years?"

"That sounds nice," Sam agreed, privately thinking that it also sounded safe in case Dean came looking for him and didn't take the note he planned to leave on the table beside his book at face value. He hesitated, biting his lower lip in indecision.

"You can tell him we're alive," Gabriel said with an air of resigned humor. "Neither of us expected you to keep that a secret from him. Just say we came to you because we had a more diplomatic situation going on and we'll be around to catch up with him later when the time crunch is more relaxed."

"Nice and vague and plausible," Sam snorted softly, but smiled. It took a few more long seconds and a stern mental reminder to himself that they wouldn't disappear on him the moment he let go for Sam to unwind his arms from around them and pull away enough to scribble the intended note on a clean sheet of notebook paper. Making sure that the notebook was positioned nicely visible on the table with the edge of his book pinning down the loose edge of the paper just enough to keep it from flipping over without obscuring it, Sam straightened up and turned back to the angels - his angels, soon, and potentially more - and reached out his hands to them, smiling a little helplessly when they both immediately reached back to clasp his hands in theirs. "So, going on a walk in the woods outside isn't far, but if you'd rather fly us out there..."

"You don't mind?" Gabriel's eyebrows went up.

"Eleven years I've been around Cas, and known you for longer," Sam reminded him. "I never had the same... difficulty with angel flight that Dean does, and even humans have a thing about when a limb that was broken is finally healed and useable again we can't help but want to use it a lot."

"Fair enough," Gabriel nodded, then looked at Castiel. "You lead. Since you suggested the woods, I bet you know just where to start."

"I promise not to drop you," Castiel deadpanned, smirking when Gabriel actually groaned.

"This is the thanks I get for restoring your memories," he lamented, shaking his head theatrically to Sam's amusement. Then he smirked, stepping closer to Sam's side. "I'll just hold on nice and tight to Sammykins here, since I know you won't dare drop him in a frozen ravine."

"Of course not," Castiel said in an affronted tone as he settled himself against Sam's side in mirror to Gabriel. "It's summer, after all."

A strong beat of dark wings, a twist of celestial energy, and the three of them disappeared from the library, leaving only the echo of Sam's laughter to mark their presence.

-End-

[larry-hiatus]

Snippet

I haven’t posted a snippet in a hot minute!! This is slightly nsfw and a bit long, for my bhff fic. Dedicated to @harruandlou

Enjoy!

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Harry slowly came forward, hands dropped in front of his crotch as he gnawed at his lip.

“Stop with the biting, kitten,” Louis spoke lowly, reaching out and taking Harry’s chin in his hand. Louis extended his thumb upwards and pressed it into Harry’s skin, dragging downward and pulling the boy’s lip from between his teeth.

“Sorry, Sir,” Harry mumbled, gaze falling to the floor.

“Shh,” Louis soothed, his thumb automatically beginning to smooth over the hairs below Harry’s lips. The gesture was so gentle that Louis almost pulled away. He knew that he shouldn’t be touching Harry like that. Hell, he shouldn’t be touching Harry at all. What the fuck was Louis doing?

“Here,” Louis murmured, letting go and walking to the table beside his bed. He returned to Harry with a small black tube in his hand, popping off the lid and twisting the bottom. “Hold still.”

Harry’s eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as Louis swiped the lipstick over the boy’s bottom lip. “Didn’t realize I left that here. You kept it?”

“Of course I did,” Louis spoke, rubbing the pad of his thumb across Harry’s skin where the color had smudged in the wrong place. “Wasn’t going to throw something of yours away.”

Louis was very aware of Harry’s eyes on him, dancing across the man’s face as he focused on painting Harry’s lips.

“You keep it in your bedside table drawer?” the boy asked softly a few seconds later.

Louis swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks beginning to grow several shades closer to the red on Harry’s mouth.

He’d found the lipstick in his medicine cabinet behind a bottle of ibuprofen on one of the nights when his crying had given him an awful headache. His first instinct, upon seeing the forgotten piece of Harry, had been to cry even harder. Moments later however, the tube had somehow ended up open between his shaking fingers. He’d waved it under his nose briefly as he inhaled, his heart melting through his ribcage as the smell of Harry’s most saccharine kisses wafted through his lungs.

And holy fuck, had it been wonderful, wrenching Louis back to times when everything had been perfect between them. Lunch dates at a downtown cafe where Harry would accidentally leave horizontal parentheses on the rim of his glass; Harry giggling with the window down during long car rides as his hair whipped around and stuck to the corners of his mouth; late nights when a sinful ring of crimson was wrapped around Louis’ cock and threatening to drown him in pleasure…

So Louis had put the lipstick in his drawer beside the bed, instead of back in the bathroom. Could he be blamed for wanting to keep this magic wand of sorts at an arm's distance when he couldn’t sleep? Some nights he would grab a cigarette or a joint and puff at it until he passed out. Other nights he nursed some sort of alcoholic beverage until he was completely numb and devoid of feeling. But every now and then, when he couldn’t quite grasp enough of Harry’s scent among the linens he’d wrapped himself in, he’d find the lipstick in the back of the drawer and open it, just for a moment—just enough time to reimprint the color and smell into his mind so that he didn’t forget how it used to be.

Harry wasn’t supposed to find out.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was—”

Louis smudged his thumb over Harry’s lips mid sentence, creating a smear that hadn’t been there before. “I can’t do this if you’re going to keep talking,” he muttered, reaching for a tissue from the box next to the bed.

“Sorry, Sir,” Harry said again, puckering slightly as Louis fixed his mistake.

—

Tagging some cuties—show me what you’re writing these days!

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[milesmentis]

I saw @turbulentpumpkin43 do this for Ariadne and thought, why the hell not ... I always love a chance to talk about my Most Archetype of All Time Guy! 💗

(More below, but the rows basically line up to his looks, themes, and personality in that order)

Boromir (Lord of the Rings) - From the start, Daren's whole concept was "what if Boromir escaped his tragedy?" [Daren's relationship with Alistair is basically a direct inversion of Boromir and Aragorn]. I love Sean Bean to death and when I needed a comfort character to recreate "just for fun" of course it was going to be him. I have him to thank for Daren's tenacity, protectiveness, and stunning profile (and for teaching me how to love my nose by proxy).

Peter Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia) - The character I used to temper him on Daren's second playthrough! He's the source behind his idealism, dry humor, and faithfulness. I had just rewatched The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe at Christmas for the first time in several years and reimprinted on Peter like a baby duck. If I was going to play a noble, I couldn't think of anyone nobler. Also they're both big brothers ... which is why I NEEDED to make Maeve Cousland canon.

Odysseus (The Odyssey) - I love Love LOVE giving characters classical mythology parallels, before or after the fact. This is a more recent inspiration ... I used to say he was my Achilles because of his struggles with rage and PTSD, but that didn't feel quite right. Then I realized his propensity for lying, bargaining, and above all enduring made him a perfect Odysseus. All he wants is his home and family back, and that's his reward after a harrowing journey, but it's changed and so has he. You can never truly go back :) .

Eliot Spencer (Leverage) - This slot was up in the air and for a while I strongly considered putting Murtagh or Jaime Lannister here, because I really felt like this list needed a villain. And specifically one that was charming yet had a very particular relationship with violence. But in the end I chose Eliot, because he has the exact right mix of self-aware control, gentleness, and absolute ruthless brutality. For Daren, this applies to both his battle prowess and political/social clout and he can wield both as equally deadly weapons. He knows how dangerous he is, so he's content letting the people around him forget from time to time.

Horace Altman (Ranger's Apprentice) - Just like Daren, Horace is a secondary protagonist and serves as the strong arm and reliable ally to the titular hero. He's a champion, a prodigy when it comes to warfare, and head-over-heels for the princess. While he started as a lunkheaded bully, he grew into an honorable, thoughtful man. I'm finally reading the last book in the series where he is in his late 30's and I realized that he and Daren got the exact same ending. All the way down to saving the world, marrying the queen, and having a precocious adventure-seeking daughter. Way to go, fellas.

Clark Kent (Superman) - I have been obsessed with Lawful Good Paladin-coded Heroes since I started reading Justice League comics at the age of 5. Although he has more internal ethical struggles than Clark (usually) has to deal with, they both respond to injustice with the same open, uncomplicated desire to save people and Do The Right Thing. Daren is, under all his stoic responsibility and PTSD, just a big fat goober who tries to hide his feelings so his friends never worry about him. He's used to being the strong one, the reliable one, and his most important and deepest bonds form with people who make him feel safe to be vulnerable and see the toll that shouldering the weight of the world takes. Also, they both love women who boss them around.

[zooterchet]

Glubb Contributions

Duvalier Bounty: The rescue of five Mosaics, African-blooded, from Haitian-Jamaican waters.

Lake Champlain: The discovery and charting of Great Lakes of Canada.

Defense of Montreal: The confrontation with Benedict Arnold, and the spearing through of Quebec City, by New York tariffs out of Native Tribal Scouts.

Citizen's Rights: The print of a baby's foot print, as proof of citizenship; held under nursery pageants, the veterans of gang fights in urban cities of dominatrix conflicts.

Vicksburg City Defenses: The rallying of Vicksburg, under General Robert E. Lee; clandestine infiltrator, under Johnson's papers, of Tennessee.

Charlebois and Sons: The lumber slavery of interdependent families; academy graduation, with both grades and finals, however having refused professor's service at any level.

Iroquois Confederacy War Act: The declaration of war on Germany, for reasons of a sperm stolen son, Adolf Hitler, having been visible in charge of a congregant of any nation-state or business. Madison Acts, imbued, illegal, through French Indochina; Pearl Harbor.

Latrun Civilian Defenses: The sculpting of Israel as a State, by the arrangement of Arab Legion defenses on Latrun Hill, for the witness of the power of the Death Camp survivor; Transjordan positions held until running out of ammunition, at Pavlach led forces; gentleman adventurers, of Rome and Britain and Poland, having stolen Death Camp texts from personal witness. Now imbued, to Jordanian tactics, taught by Britain; the Israeli Defense Forces Paramilitary Reconnaissance, the Mafia.

Palestinian War Camps: The trap of any Muslim, of homosexual refusal of lotus, as false war hero, out of Egypt and Gaza; however, the proper Muslim, now changed to an Arabic speaker, having inserted penis in anus, the lesbian dog groomer; hence any Arab, having completed Catechism's studies, and having brother as Israel, having spoken Urdu, outside of dog ownership as self in complaint of canine in courts.

Blue Man Group: The birth of a harlequin icytheosis, to Joe Nameth, blocking the MI-6 Pittsburgh Steelers takeover of national resources for MI-6, out of prison captivity and letters of state requesting steak and beef, instead of pork and chicken, at corrections incarceration, to eliminate masturbation for heterosexual inmates, instead replacing with heart disease and canal failure, outside of potato, the barrister's consumption of brain disease; the understanding of foreign ways, through creativity of women, bacon and whiskey.

Niggas With Attitude: The conversion of Jerry Heller, to Judaism, to eliminate Jesuits from the music industry; therefore cop instruction, to music band, and therefore fans, is gone, leaving law enforcement to the police, and intelligence, to the theaters; the rackets of common boycott, lost in the neighborhoods, with the wholesale slaying of those listening to sports and kayfabe logic.

Mortal Kombat: Noob Saibot (David Charlebois), Sub-Zero (Alexandra Gaetano), Tremor (Jawad Hussein), Rain (Jenna Williamson), Reiko (Robert Scarpato), Dan Monahan (Jax), Sonya Blade (Ashley Hamilton), Scorpion (Christiano Marisco), MIleena (Jessica Long), and Kano (Ivan Tomasic), placed in close region to each other, each with a syndicate built of appropriate power and level, to approach the War on Terror with the Sega game series, removed from fact of status from novels and literature, intended for CIA Corporate under Arab-Suzerein status, of British war with America over novels being ignored by common library bearing populace.

Arkham Asylum: Games printed through specialized system, allowed to be stolen by Ivan Tomasic, and then reimprinted with a separate fact of logic, hence the system only works for the "Arkham" print, not "Saint's Row", a broken system, as a deficient form of FBI's Rockstar Games and Take Two; the French program of national sabotage, replaced instead with industrial sabotage, proper American espionage.

[centerforhavening]

Congratulations to Derek Greenwood Therapies on becoming a Certified Havening Techniques®️ 📣 📣 T R A I N E R 📣 📣 Derek Greenwood is a skilled and compassionate Practitioner and Trainer who is dedicated to helping clients achieve emotional and physical healing. With 17 years of military service, including deployments to conflict zones, Derek has a deep understanding of the struggles people face and the journey to healing. He is an Havening Practitioner, EFT Trainer/Practitioner, and Matrix Reimprinting Practitioner, offering a well-rounded approach to therapy. Derek's personal experience with PTSD has also helped him connect with clients on a deeper level and offer empathy and support. He is dedicated to the health, happiness, and wellbeing of his clients, and has helped clients across the globe, including the UK, USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Bali, Hawaii, and Europe. With a calm, joyful demeanor and laser-like focus, Derek offers a safe and nurturing environment where clients can relax, heal, and grow. Areas of specialization: Anger management, Anxiety, Fear of flying, Panic attacks, Phobias, Childbirth, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Depression, Low self-confidence, Low self-esteem, Post-traumatic stress disorder, Relationship issues, Sexual issues, Stress, Stuttering, Grief, Self-Belief, Self-Development, Belief Creation, Confidence, Empowerment #havening #HaveningTechniques #HaveningPractitioner #HaveningTrainer #healingtrauma #selfhavening #haveningtraining #mentalhealthawareness https://havening.org/directory/grid/view/details/14/1029-Derek-Greenwood — with Derek Greenwood Therapies. https://www.instagram.com/p/CocyK4YuKlq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[online-course-vip]

Melissa Tiers - Dispelling old phantoms

Melissa Tiers – Dispelling old phantoms

Melissa Tiers – Dispelling old phantoms In this demo, Melissa helps a client to clear some fears by utilizing an integration of reimprinting, heart coherence, trance and reconsolidation of emotional memory. She reinforces the work with process instruction for sleep integration and discusses the importance of spontaneity and the art of play. More courses from the same author: Melissa Tiers

[this-smile-is-real]

Grateful for many that believe in me and grateful that growth is recognised even in the grit.

I love that I’m able to share techniques with the psychiatrist I’ve used in healing that they haven’t heard of such as matrix reimprinting.

I’m grateful that though there has been a relapse everyone on my team does truly believe I can recover, even after 20 years.

I’m grateful that even though my mind still goes to darker places, it doesn’t stay there.

Growth is gradual and it is happening even with bumps along the way.

The psychiatrist said today ‘it can take people 50 admissions before they recover.’ Having hit 47 thus far we must be getting close 😏

Grateful for the glimmers amongst what could and has in the past been only gloom.

To you and to me: don’t give up yet. We don’t know how close we could be to a breakthrough ✨

[imyoutherapy]

Matrix Reimprinting

Find more info at: https://bit.ly/3KfXp2i

[centerforhavening]

Congratulations to Shirin Gazder on becoming a Certified Havening Techniques® Practitioner. Certified Havening Techniques® Practitioner, Certified Advanced EFT Practitioner and Trainer, Matrix Reimprinting Practitioner, Reiki Master (3rd Degree) ~ I have always been committed to exploring and training in modalities which generate profound change gently and quickly while empowering the client. My practice in 1-on-1 sessions with clients includes both in-person and online work. These gentle and powerful modalities have helped me release blocks and limitations and completely transformed my personal and professional life. It is my belief that no one is broken, everyone has the innate power to heal, and turn their lives around and that it is never too late. Havening is one of the most astonishing modalities I have learned. It seems so simple and gentle, but the effects are powerful and rapid and bring ease, resilience and wellbeing to the individual. I knew I wanted to be certified in Havening to be able to help and support people quicker. I love working with people and witnessing the freedom and relief these modalities offer by letting go of trauma and changing limiting beliefs. Havening can totally release the energetic impact of a stressful incident, sometimes in a single session. It gives me immense joy to see something that a client has been carrying for 20 years permanently change in 20 minutes! In my 1-on-1 sessions, I blend Havening, EFT and Matrix Reimprinting depending on what the client needs most at that time. I also conduct EFT courses and Abundance Reset, a course for entrepreneurs who want to release their money and success block and turn their passion into profit. For those who are interested in learning more I offer a free 25-minute exploratory call. Areas of specialization: Food addiction, Anger… #havening #haveningtechniques #trauma #traumarecovery #empowerment #mentalhealth #anxiety #ptsd #coach #resilience #haveningpractitioner https://havening.org/directory/grid/view/details/14/1276-Shirin-Gazder https://www.instagram.com/p/CmoSLfSOGPQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stleonardsreiki-blog]

Out of all the healing practices, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Matrix Reimprinting are the most powerful ones that work alongside body and mind to release emotional blocks formed during past traumatic events and allow you to rebalance your limiting beliefs, helping you make good lifestyle choices to reach the ideal vision and future goals.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

If everyone's imprint suddenly unimprinted, what do you think would happen?

Pandemonium and awkwardness.

But let's break it down.

Sam, Emily, and Leah (Oh No)

If you'll remember, the gang had this settled, sort of. Sam broke off with Leah with no explanation to date her cousin, mauled her cousin, Emily at first said no then said yes, and then Leah became a shifter and learned why Sam lost his goddamn mind.

Leah was slowly coming around to the inevitable future where Sam would be marrying Emily and Leah was going to have to live with this.

Well, that was when no one literally had any choice in the matter.

Sam could not choose Leah. He physically couldn't do it. And while Emily could reject him in theory (and tried), this would cause Sam physical pain and mental anguish and possibly escalate into violence. None of them really had a choice in the matter with this.

Now they do.

Sam is his own man again. Does he continue his relationship with Emily, who he scarred for life, made put her cousin who was like a sister through heartbreak, and who he's been in a serious relationship for several years now?

Or does he go back to Leah whom he ran out on, told nothing, broke her heart, had once intended to marry her only to then in turn start a serious relationship with her cousin for reasons he could not explain to her?

And how do Leah and Emily come to terms with this now that Sam's going to have to choose and it's going to be his own decision. Whoever Sam picks now, that's the real winner in this, and it will be him pointedly rejecting the other contender in a way he's never had to before.

Shit goes down.

Jacob and Renesmee

Well, Jacob's no longer in love with a vampire infant, hooray for him. Bad for him is that he undoubtedly feels used, betrayed, and wants to get back to his original plan of killing the demon baby.

The Cullens have to flee town immediately, Bella is an utter wreck now that Jacob has completely rejected her and her daughter once again, and Jacob's an utter mess for believing he's wated x months or years of his life.

Quil and Claire

Quil throws a party, he's no longer a pedophile. He has nightmares that he'll reimprint though and makes sure to never, ever, ever meet with Claire ever again.

Jared and Kim

Kim barely knew what was even going on here. She's sad that Jared no longer has a crush on her though and very confused and upset that he seems to be avoiding her as much as possible.

[imyoutherapy]

Matrix Reimprinting: A Revolutionary Approach to Healing and Transformation

Matrix Reimprinting is an innovative therapeutic technique that combines elements of energy psychology and quantum physics to address emotional and physical traumas. Developed by Karl Dawson, this approach utilizes the power of visualization and memory reconsolidation to create profound shifts in a person's perception of past events. In this article, we will explore the principles and benefits of Matrix Reimprinting and how it can facilitate healing and transformation.

Understanding Matrix Reimprinting:

Matrix Reimprinting builds upon the foundation of EFT (Emotional Freedom Techniques) and expands its possibilities by incorporating the concept of the Matrix - a holographic energetic field that stores information from past experiences. According to this theory, unresolved traumas and negative beliefs can be imprinted in the Matrix and continue to impact a person's emotional and physical well-being. By accessing the Matrix through a guided visualization process, individuals can engage with their younger selves and reimagine past events, transforming negative experiences into positive ones and releasing emotional blockages.

The Power of Memory Reconsolidation:

Central to Matrix Reimprinting is the understanding of memory reconsolidation, a process in which memories are open to modification. By revisiting a traumatic event within the Matrix, individuals can alter the memory's energetic imprint, creating a new and empowering narrative. This allows for the release of negative emotions and limiting beliefs associated with the original event, leading to a profound shift in perception and emotional healing. Matrix Reimprinting recognizes that change is not about erasing memories but about transforming their energetic charge, freeing individuals from the emotional burdens that hold them back.

Benefits and Applications:

Matrix Reimprinting has been successfully applied to a wide range of issues, including trauma, phobias, anxiety, low self-esteem, and relationship challenges. By working within the Matrix, individuals can experience profound healing and transformation. Benefits of Matrix Reimprinting include a reduction in emotional distress, increased self-empowerment, improved relationships, and the release of self-sabotaging patterns.

Furthermore, Matrix Reimprinting can be integrated into other therapeutic modalities, such as counseling, coaching, and energy healing, to enhance their effectiveness. It can also be used for personal development and spiritual growth, helping individuals align with their true potential and create a more fulfilling life.

Matrix Reimprinting offers a powerful and transformative approach to healing emotional wounds and releasing limiting beliefs. By accessing the Matrix and engaging with past experiences, individuals can reimagine their narratives, release negative emotions, and create positive change. Whether seeking resolution for past traumas or personal growth, Matrix Reimprinting provides a groundbreaking tool for healing and transformation.

Source & Reference: https://sites.google.com/view/im-you/matrix-reimprinting-a-revolutionary-approach-to-healing-and-transformation

[viadescioism]

How to activate a sigil:

Once you have gone through the process of charging your sigil with spiritual kna, and have firmly implanted it in your subconscious mind, you can then activate it. This will send that kna out into the universe to manifest, and will tell the imprint in your mind to begin working by psychologically pulling you towards your desire, while communicating with the collective unconscious to bring forth what you want to manifest. The act of activating pretty much releases the kna that you've built up during the charging process, and is the last thing that you need to do to use the sigil.

Activation of a sigil can be done in two ways, I like to refer to these two ways of activating a sigil as passive activation, and active activation. Both of these ways have their own times that they would be useful, and by understanding both of them you can gain a very versatile understanding of how to use sigils in many different situations.

Active Activation:

Active Activation is done through the process of destroying the sigils representation, so that the kna of the sigil can be released all at once, the spiritual kna of the sigil can begin its task immediately, and the imprint in the mind can be fully engaged. It is good to use this type of activation on sigils that only need to be used once in relation to the situation. This is primarily, because this process of activation goes through the process of fully engaging the sigil’s kna. This is usually a more aggressive, and straightforward form of firing off a sigil. This is a very fiery form of manifestation, and should be used on sigils that would be for things such as banishment, exorcism, purification, cleansing, spirit conjuration, and one off curses, among many other things.

Here are some methods, and actions you can do in order to activate a sigil in this way:

Putting the sigil on a piece of paper, and burning it in fire.

Putting the sigil on a piece of paper, and submerging it in water until it dissolves.

Putting the sigil on a piece of paper, and ripping the paper in half.

Drawing the sigil in to the sand at the beach, and letting the sea wash it away.

Drawing the sigil in the air with your hand, and pushing through it in order to destroy it.

Making the sigil out of dust, or powder, and then blowing it away to destroy it.

Making the sigil in your mind, and then imagining it being destroyed to activate it.

Putting the sigil on food then eating it.

Drawing the sigil on a firework, and then setting it off.

Drawing the sigil on a balloon, and then popping it.

Drawing the sigil on your body, and then washing it away.

Singing the sigil out loud for all to hear.

Playing a music, or an audio sigil out loud for all to hear.

Draw the sigil on a rock, and throw it in a body of water.

Putting the sigil on a cigarette, and then smoking it.

Write it on a dry erase board, and then erase the sigil.

Take a picture of the sigil, and then delete the image.

Writing it on the condensation of a window, or mirror, and then allowing it to disappear.

Writing it in the air with a sparkler, and allowing it to eventually fade.

Vibrating the sigil with your voice.

Signing the sigil with sign language.

And much more…

Passive Activation:

Passive activation is when you go through the act of letting the sigil exist, so that it will be able to continuously able to gain, and release kna having to do with its intention, allowing the spiritual kna of the sigil to have housing so that it can accomplish its task in a more passive way, while continuously reimprinting the intention of the sigil into your subconscious mind. These types of sigils are good for desires that are going to be continuously existing, and are going to be needing continuous attention. Mostly this can be done by leaving the sigil where it has been charged, so that it will slowly be able to begin its task. All sigils will start off as passively activated once they are charged, and can be switched into the active state by destroying the representation, because of this any charged sigil is an passive sigil unless it has a trigger on it. Passively activated sigils will eventually run out of kna, if they do not continuously get a charge from somewhere. This is a very earthy form of manifestation. Sigils I would use in this activation method would be sigils for protection, luck, empowerment, healing, transformation, attracting kna, retaining kna, and continuous curses, among many others.

Here are just a couple ways that you can go about activating the sigils passively:

Putting the sigil on a piece of paper.

Drawing the sigil on your body.

Getting a tattoo of the sigil on your body

Carving sigils into a candle, and lighting the candle.

Carving sigils into soap, and washing your body with the soap.

Making a sigil amulet.

Writing, or carved the sigils upon wood, or stones.

Drawing it in the mind upon something

Placing the sigil as your computer, or phone background.

Posting an image of the sigil online.

Drawing the sigil with chalk on the street, or sidewalk.

Having a piece of clothing with the sigil on it, or sewn into it.

Drawing it in a public place.

And much more…