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blazerina · 4 years

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Ethically Questionable // Open Heart AU // Chapter 1

Miami Heat // Ethan x Maggie (MC)

Word Count: 4458

A/N: This is chapter one of our Ethically Questionable AU that @parkerattano & I dreamt up late one evening. I literally thought I dreamt the conversation when I talked with her about it the next morning. Check out the moodboard below that she put together – isn’t she amazing? Mad props to her because all of this is pretty much her idea, I’m just putting a few words out there to help everyone else get to experience this amazing HC of hers. There is plenty more to come and we are just getting started with the drama. We’ve hyped it up a lot because we are Tumblr besties and super excited but we really do think you’ll enjoy the ride too!

Check out our hype posts HERE, & HERE.

Let us know what you think – chapter two will be coming soon!

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“A world-renowned doctor at a top hospital thinks you’re the best intern. Most people would kill to be you.”

Bryce’s words from yesterday echoed loudly in Maggie’s head as she stared out the window of the plane on the way to Miami. She could hardly contain her excitement. He thinks I’m the best intern…she thought to herself as she replayed her conversation with Bryce for the thousandth time. Dr. Ramsey had chosen her. That meant he saw something in her. To him, she was already special. Now, she just needed to capitalize on it.

On the outside, of course, she was trying to present herself to Dr. Ramsey as a polished, professional, put-together intern – but on the inside she was bubbling over with enthusiasm for this quick two-day trip.

Maggie truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world. This hard-working, smart-mouthed kid from upstate New York was selected by her mentor and current crush, Dr. Ethan Ramsey. He had been the whole reason she wanted to become a doctor in the first place. In her freshman AP Biology class when her teacher, Mrs. Hart, asked the class to read one of his journal articles for extra-credit, she Googled him immediately, wanting to digest as much information about him as possible.

Her friends would tease her about the fact that instead of teen heartthrob pictures posted on the inside of her locker, she had medical journal titles and Dr. Ramsey quotes. No one understood her high esteem and true admiration for him. She was confident when she applied to medical school that she would be competitive at Edenbrook, but she felt even more confident as of late. Now that she was number one and Dr. Ramsey’s clear favorite, everything was right in her world. The only thing that would make it better would be a searing gaze, a brush of his fingertips, hearing Dr. Ramsey call her by name and not “Valentine” or “Rookie…”

She was daydreaming again as she watched the snow-white clouds dance along the deep blue sky. The plane was about 30 minutes from landing. She was able to finally admit to herself that she had butterflies in her stomach. Could it be true that she had caught Dr. Ramsey looking at her differently lately? Had he actually started to smile a bit when he saw her for rounds every morning? Could it be that she was impressing him not only with her intellect but with her physical assets too? Is there any chance he could, maybe be, attracted to her?

Maggie’s imagination got carried away, thinking about this conference. She’d at least get to share a meal or two with him, maybe there would be a chance for them to get dressed up. Maggie planned ahead and brought a killer dress for just that kind of opportunity. She would make sure Dr. Ramsey got to see even more of her, um, “assets” and she’d get to see what makes him tick outside of the stuffy hospital. They’d dance alone on the beach; he’d declare his never-ending love for her and then at sunset they’d kiss…

“Aaahhh!” she let out a soft cry of surprise as the plane suddenly lurched up and down. Maggie reached for the armrest to clutch it tightly, forgetting that Dr. Ramsey was seated next to her, and his hand was already occupying the space between them.

In an instant her hand grasped his as her eyes grew wide, not because of the turbulence but because of the feel of his skin on hers. Something she had only dreamed about up until this very moment.

He had been reading and with his free hand removed his glasses, staring at her with a questioning look upon his face.

“Maggie.” He stated, matter-of-factly, but Maggie swore he said it breathlessly.

“Maggie.” He repeated.

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey?” She looked deep into his eyes now, hoping her longing and desire for him was evident in her eyes too.

“May I have my hand back, please?”

She immediately released her hold and smiled sheepishly. The Ethan Ramsey smirk appeared on his face briefly as she pulled her hand away.

“Of course.”

When he spoke to her, she hung on his every word, no matter what it was he was saying. However, Maggie had learned by now to keep her answers short and to the point.

“Thank you again for asking me to accompany you on this trip, Dr. Ramsey. It’s my first large conference and I know we’re going to have a wonderful time! I’m thankful, truly, I am.” She smiled, trying to make things less awkward.

“Yes, yes. So you’ve said. No less than a dozen times now. And as I have said before, don’t thank me, just do what you’re told. This is a work trip not a vacation. You’d do well to remember that fact, Dr. Valentine.”

The way he slowly emphasized Dr. Valentine sent shivers down Maggie’s spine. Did he know what he was doing to her? It was little lines like this, where the tone and pace of his voice changed, that made her think – no, believe – that he was indeed beginning to develop feelings for her.

Maggie nodded and returned her gaze to the window as he pulled his hand off the armrest. He cleared his throat as he settled back into the chair, recoiling a bit and trying to focus again on his reading material. Soon they’d be on land once more. If Maggie wanted any semblance of a decent relationship with Dr. Ramsey, she’d have to take advantage of opportunities to remind him that she wasn’t just THE number one intern. She was HIS number one intern. She decided for now to keep her mouth shut and continue to stare at the sky. It was safer that way.

When she had to tell Dr. Ramsey that they messed up on the reservations and only had one room for the two of them to share, she delivered the news matter-of-factly as if she was sharing the status of a broken arm or an appendicitis diagnosis. There was no flare, no pomp and circumstance, just the facts.

She was looking forward to it and would make sure Dr. Ramsey didn’t regret it, but she knew that she had to present her case clearly and without emotion in order to keep anything from changing too much.

“They only have reservations under your name. One room. We’ll have to share.”

Maggie was quite pleased with herself and the way she tackled what could have been a nightmare situation.

“Morons. Can no one do anything right?” He clenched his fist and his jaw while simultaneously rolling his eyes.

“I promise I don’t snore…” Maggie offered, trying to lighten the mood that had suddenly become very tense.

“I just don’t like the way it looks.” He explained with a heavy sigh, “But, we’ll have to make it work.”

They took their luggage up to the room. As they entered, Maggie did her best to keep the amount of awe she felt, to a minimum as she took in the sight of the beautiful balcony and the scenic view of the ocean and beach below. She immediately went out to look over it all. It wasn’t until Dr. Ramsey called her back in that she realized there really was only one bed.

“We need to go speak with some vendors and make the rounds on the exhibition floor.” Dr. Ramsey explained, checking his watch.

“Sounds fun!” Maggie smiled as she clasped her hands together, clearly delighted.

“You are woefully misinformed. Nothing about this is fun, Rookie.”

“There’s a first time for everything, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Meaning?”

“Maybe you’ll actually have fun this time because you’re with me.”

Maggie tried to be subtle in her tone but gave him a wink and then smiled through one side of her mouth as she boldly approached him and looped her arm under his.

She gently pushed him alongside her to the door of their hotel room.

“I should have asked Harper to pay for an assistant instead of bringing you…don’t get any ideas.” He raised an eyebrow and down on her with mock disdain.

The energy between them had shifted now and as he looked at her with mischief in his eyes, she wanted to reach up right then, snake her arms around his neck and toss him on the bed. The expo vendors be damned! But she swallowed those thoughts away and promised him she wouldn’t.

“I’ll be on my best behavior…for now.”

Maggie offered, followed by a throaty chuckle that made Dr. Ramsey stop in his tracks.

He turned sharply to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror near the door of their room. Maggie studied him as he studied himself.

The hair. Those eyes. His lips. Everything about this man was sexy. It didn’t matter that he was 10 plus years older than her. His brain, his body, all of him was exactly what she wanted.

There were so many rumors about what Dr. Ramsey was really like. People said he was vain, arrogant, selfish, rude and cocky as hell. But she had yet to really see that side of him. Sure, he was particular and liked things done a certain way, but it was all for the good of the hospital, the patients and his team. He had a right to be that way, he’d earned it. He was after all, the Doctor Ethan Ramsey.

Those three words had rattled around in her brain for years. Doctor. Ethan. Ramsey. He was everything she hoped to be and also everything she wanted at the same time. He was standing right in front of her; she still felt at times as though she should pinch herself. It was truly a dream come true to be able to be in the presence of her mentor day after day.

“Like what you see Rookie? Let’s go.” He ushered her out the door and she nodded in agreement while biting her lip, wondering just where the rest of this day and this trip would lead them.

Dr. Ramsey and Maggie were able to spend some time both together and apart in the vendor area of the exhibit hall. The bright white lights pierced Maggie’s eyes and started to give her a headache. She went from booth to booth listening to people as they peddled their latest technology to either aid in surgeries, help make diagnoses or, some would claim, cure the rarest sicknesses. Maggie was surprised at the wide range of options being offered and just how far these companies and salespeople would go to try and get her, a lowly intern, to agree to use their product. She was actually glad that she didn’t have the power or authority to tie Edenbrook to some of these companies. It was overwhelming to say the least.

Maggie found Dr. Ramsey waiting for her at their predetermined location. They split up for a little bit to “make the rounds” and decided to meet back up after about 45 minutes out on the floor. She was desperately trying to keep a headache at bay but must have been showing signs of fatigue on her face.

“Are you all right?” Dr. Ramsey asked, appearing genuinely concerned.

She nodded slowly and smiled, wanting to appear strong and capable at all times, but especially in front of him.

“Oh yes, just a slight headache is all. Once I get some water and a couple ibuprofen, I’ll be fine.”

“Let’s get out of here. We need you feeling better before the reception this evening.”

“Reception?” Maggie questioned.

Before she could ask more questions, she was interrupted by a strikingly beautiful blonde who approached Dr. Ramsey from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder. It didn’t take long for Maggie to realize she was watching something very intriguing unfold right before her eyes.

“Isabelle?” Dr. Ramsey’s eyes grew wide, turning around and enveloping the mystery woman in a hug.

A long hug.

A hug that lasted for what felt like five minutes.

Maggie felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Dr. Ramsey clearly knew this woman. She was beautiful and he seemed happy to see her.

“It’s been a long time.”

Isabelle, as he called her, responded in a more abrupt manner than Maggie expected. She noticed her body language and was immediately confused. Isabelle’s arms were crossed in front of her chest and she seemed less than pleased with Dr. Ramsey’s greeting.

“Yes, it has. Too long, Ethan, if you ask me.”

“How long has it been, exactly?”

Maggie assumed Dr. Ramsey was trying this hardest to be charming. He was smiling not only with his mouth but with his eyes. She couldn’t be sure, but it seemed as though his eyes were also travelling the length of Isabelle’s body as they exchanged words.

“I believe it was last year’s conference. Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

Isabelle purred like a luxurious cat, still looking a bit stand-offish, but clearly remembering or feeling something for Maggie’s beloved mentor.

“Oh, I remember…things just get busy and life takes over once we’re off conference time, you know.”

“I had heard a lot about you before…that night…” Isabelle leaned in, closer to him, the last few words barely above a whisper.

Maggie was feeling more than awkward in this moment. She was torn between wanting to distract herself and also wanting to hear every bit of this exchange. This was juicy information and she needed to know who the heck this woman was and what history she had with Dr. Ramsey.

After letting out a loud and uncomfortable laugh, Ethan focused again on Isabelle and took her hand in his.

“I suppose I should be flattered. Usually at these things people either hate me or want something from me.”

“Well I was definitely one of the many women who wanted something from you. And there are plenty more who would want something from you too...”

At this point, Maggie noticed Isabelle’s eyes wandering to where she was standing. The two women made eye contact while Maggie shifted uncontrollably.

Dr. Ramsey came to her rescue, swooping in beside Maggie and introducing her.

“Ah yes, Dr. Isabelle Crane, this is Dr. Maggie Valentine. Edenbrook’s finest intern, ranked number one currently. She’s accompanied me to the symposium this year.”

“And I do mean finest…” He whispered quickly and breathlessly into Maggie’s ear as she reached forward to extend her hand to Isabelle.

She wanted to do a double take; her mind not completely sure she had heard Dr. Ramsey correctly. Instead she focused on the woman in front of her, hoping this exchange would end quickly.

Isabelle looked Maggie up and down then licked her lips and smiled deviously. Her eyes flicked from the doctor back to the intern. Maggie could almost see the wheels turning in this Isabelle woman’s head – she didn’t mind where she thought it was going but found it to be a little unprofessional.

“Well,” Isabelle cleared he throat, again her eyes playing ping pong between the two doctors. “Let me offer you this word of advice, number one intern...”

Maggie swallowed hard, her eyes locking with Isabelle’s. She was suddenly very afraid of what Isabelle was going to say next.

“Take great care to not let this one get away. It’s been my experience that once he’s out of sight, you’re out of mind.”

Isabelle was terse and made it beyond clear that she was unhappy with Dr. Ramsey’s behavior. Maggie wasn’t sure she wanted to know exactly what went on between the two of them, but she was astute enough to get the gist. She watched, keeping her composure, as Isabelle spun on her heel and quickly exited.

Wanting to break the ice and let her mentor know she wasn’t the least bit phased by anything, Maggie was the first to speak.

“I think I’ll go get that ibuprofen now.”

Dr. Ramsey was scratching the back of his neck, his head hung low. He looked up at her with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah. Good idea.”

By the time Dr. Ramsey returned to the room, Maggie was in the shower. She had laid out her dress for the evening, hoping it was right for the occasion. The last thing she wanted was to be too dressed up or not dressed up enough. She was well aware of who she was with and she did not want to disappoint him in any way.

It wasn’t long before she heard Dr. Ramsey’s voice call out over the noise of the water. She knew he was back in the room when she heard the loud hotel door slam close. Thankfully there was no way he could enter the bathroom, as she had thought ahead and locked it. She already had her fill of awkward encounters for the day.

“Maggie?”

She swallowed hard, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She could feel her neck and chest flush a little bit upon the realization that the only thing between her naked body and Dr. Ethan Ramsey was a flimsy hotel wall. And what’s more, he knew it too, and still chose to engage with her. Trying her best not to come across too hopeful or excited, she casually responded.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for all that back there…I know you may…uh…have some questions but she’s…”

Maggie cut him off, not wanting or needing an explanation.

“It’s fine, Dr. Ramsey. Really!”

She began to wash her hair, biting her lip and closing her eyes wondering where this conversation would go next.

“I know you might need the shower, so I’ll be fast. I’m just finishing up!” She lied.

“Oh, um, okay. No rush.”

Maggie noticed his voice had gotten lower and a little more raspy with that response. Could it be possible that he was thinking the same thing she was? There was no way he wasn’t thinking about her being in the shower as he spoke with her WHILE SHE WAS IN THE SHOWER.

“How’s your head?” He asked plainly.

Maggie had now put her head under the water to rinse. “Oh, it’s much better, thank you.”

“Is this – this dress here on the bed, is this what you’re wearing tonight?”

She cursed herself, unsure of his tone.

“I brought a lot of options. I wasn’t sure how fancy this was, and I can do something different if it’s not that kind of reception.”

She was finished with her shower now and had turned off the water, wrapping a towel around herself quickly. Her heart was beating fast indicating she was nervous, but her mind was fixed on him and she also felt daring. She wondered if it was possible to be both at the same time.

“It’s sufficient.” Dr. Ramsey responded in typical fashion.

With her hair dripping wet, she decided to go for it. He wasn’t stupid and neither was she. If anything, she could play it off like an honest mistake. But she wanted him. And she wanted him to know she wanted him. Coming out of the bathroom in just a towel would definitely send that message.

She opened the door and wasn’t prepared for him to be right there, but he was. Literally a few inches from her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his lips. She wished she had looked at his eyes instead, because she wanted to watch them and see where they travelled. Did he look her over like he had Isabelle?

Dr. Ramsey suddenly cleared his throat loudly.

“Rookie…” he almost whispered, finally locking his gaze onto hers.

“Only sufficient?” Maggie pouted.

She could feel a bead of water running from the end of her hair down her chest between her breasts and she held her composure perfectly as she watched her favorite teacher’s eyes follow the path of the drop.

“More than sufficient.”

And with that he stepped into the bathroom, leaving Maggie to finish getting ready.

The reception was everything Maggie dreamed it would be. She got to wear her fancy dress and drink champagne all with Dr. Ethan Ramsey on her arm. If she had the chance to go back to high-school-Maggie and tell herself that this would be her life, high-school-Maggie never in a million years would have believed her.

She was trying to take mental inventory of everything. Not just the amazing food and ambiance, but the way Dr. Ramsey looked in a tux, the way he had given his approval with a curt nod as she spun around for him in their hotel room, asking him if she “looked okay.” Maggie didn’t want this night to ever end.

The reception had been held by the pool at the resort and eventually, they had to shut it down. Maggie had convinced Dr. Ramsey to stay until the bitter end, even though she had her shoes off and could barely keep her eyes open, when the music stopped and people started picking up, she knew it was time to go.

The bartender was packing up and called out to the couple as they passed by.

“You all want this?” He held out a bottle of champagne.

“It’s already been paid for.”

“Of course it has.” Dr. Ramsey responded as Maggie reached out to grab the bottle.

“And of course we do!” She giggled a little, taking the bottle and wiggling her eyebrows.

Dr. Ramsey couldn’t even stifle a smile this time. Maggie thought that perhaps, despite himself, he had a good night with her and for a few moments, maybe he actually enjoyed himself.

Once the couple exited the elevators on the floor of their room, they walked down the long hallway to the very end where their suite was waiting. Occasionally Maggie’s hand would brush with Dr. Ramsey’s as he held the champagne bottle by his side. She could tell something had changed. There was a new electricity between them now. She hoped it wasn’t just the buzz from the multiple glasses of Prosecco she consumed.

“Maggie…” he trailed off just as they reached their room.

“I had a nice time tonight.”

She couldn’t find her voice as she was lost in his incredibly bright blue eyes. They were always piercing but, in this moment, they looked a more intense shade of blue than she had ever seen or noticed before. He stood there, watching her, and she waited for her own brain and mouth to connect in order to respond but nothing came out. She was only able to smile and nod.

The familiar heat spread again on her cheeks, her neck and chest. He opened the door slowly and went to gather more champagne flutes from the table outside on the balcony.

“It’s a beautiful evening and it’s not over yet. Let’s drink out here!” He called to her.

Maggie felt like she was floating. She took a deep breath, dropped her shoes on the floor, and followed him outside. The view was breathtaking, both him and the oceanside. He brought her a flute, held up his glass and looked at her as he spoke.

“A toast. To you. The marvelous Dr. Maggie Valentine. Cheers to surviving your first medical symposium and a day with me. You truly are the finest intern Edenbrook has ever…” he paused adding dramatic effect, “…ever had.”

“Dr. Ramsey – I don’t know what to say, I…” Maggie felt like crying she was so proud of herself and so glad he felt that way about her, but he cut her off.

“Ethan.”

She nodded, taking a drink.

“Please, call me Ethan.”

Ethan exhaled quickly, took a drink of champagne and then began to speak again. Maggie couldn’t be sure, but it seemed as though his voice was a little shaky as he started.

“I owe you an apology. I’ve been short and more cranky than normal as of late.” He moved to the railing, holding his glass with both hands and leaning over it.

Maggie almost interjected but decided against it. She wanted to see where this was going and what he would say next.

“This trip has been very difficult for me. And I don’t like to admit when I find things challenging or tough. I thought I could handle this. I thought it would be different. I’ve just never…”

“…felt like this before?” Maggie blurted it out without thinking. Her eyes grew wide, she covered her mouth with her free hand and spilled a little champagne in the process.

Ethan’s head turned slowly to face her. His smile turned into his trademark smirk and Maggie was done for.

“That’s it exactly, Maggie. I’ve tried. So hard…but this trip -- being together so much just us, one on one, and seeing you like this and being with you tonight, everything has just made it impossible.”

And there it was. Just like that he called her Maggie. She was now on a first name basis with Dr. – no – Ethan. Strangely, she was calm. Her pulse was normal, she was concentrating on him and him alone.

He quickly finished what remained in his glass and set it on the table, taking her free hand in his.

“I could say all of that, too.” She gulped.

Remembering she also had champagne, she took a sip and shivered as he ran his thumb lazily across her knuckles. The words continued to come out of her mouth before she could even think.

“I can’t even believe that right now, I’m me and you’re you and we’re standing here on this balcony looking at the ocean, all dressed up, together. Like actually together. And you’re holding my hand and I just…I’ve wanted this…with you…”

Ethan nodded and without saying a word, took her face in his hands and whispered, “And I want you.”

Maggie didn’t know what was happening anymore. She wasn’t sure if she moved in for the kiss or if he was going to do it anyway, but it didn’t matter. She was now officially in the arms of Dr. Ethan freaking Ramsey and she was going to enjoy it.

After a few moments the passion was intensifying between them both and Maggie took a quick step back, holding Ethan at arm’s length.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

“Not a thing.” She smiled, holding his gaze and looking at him fondly.

“I want to remember this. There’s not one second of this moment I want to ever forget.”

Ethan smiled and then moved closer to her, nuzzling her neck just below her ear and moving her towards the bed, where the two of them tangled themselves together for hours, enjoying their evening and each other long into the night.

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shadowtrooper1414 · 4 years

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Ricochet

Hey, guys! I know I don’t post my own stuff often, but I wanted to share this over here for people that may or may not be keeping an eye out for it. This fic was inspired by this post, asked by @rosytheribbiter over on @delimeful‘s page. I’m not entirely sure how I did, so please be nice to me. (Also, if enough people want me to, I’ll make an angstier follow-up that is all from Virgil’s POV)

Ao3 link for those of you who prefer that

Ships: Platonic DRLAMP (but can be read as vaguely romantic) tw: blood, injury, minor swearing, talk of dueling, gross mention of eyeballs (because Remus), sympathetic Remus and Janus - let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!

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Being a figment of the mind was a unique thing. Roman, Logan, and Patton had never had long-lasting injuries. Any wounds they did get would vanish sooner rather than later. Most of the time, it didn't even hurt. It made sense for them - they weren't real, after all. Even with eating and drinking water, it was unnecessary. Uncomfortable, if one doesn't do it for a while, yes, but it wasn't required to live. Obviously, at first, the other sides had assumed Virgil was the same as them. However, they noticed certain things about the anxious side, the closer he got to them.

Virgil always took a sharp breath when someone stubbed their toe, or he winced when one of the others grazed the stove. He would hide away when Roman came back from the Imagination with injuries. He kept his hands in his pockets the morning Logan spilled some scalding coffee on himself in a half-asleep state. No amount of coercing could get Virgil to remove his jacket the day after Patton ran his arm into a doorframe, despite the hundred-degree weather.

On top of that, Virgil had always been wary of injury, even when they were kids. It was assumed that it was an Anxiety thing - a Paranoia thing, at the time, really - but the Light Sides were unsure if that was really the case.

It took an unexpected turn one evening. Virgil was busy helping Patton with dinner while Roman was in the Imagination with Remus. Logan had been sitting in the community room reading when he heard a loud crash and a surprised gasp from Patton.

Logan stood quickly, book forgotten, and made his way to the kitchen. When he entered, Patton had corralled an exasperated-looking Virgil into a chair and pulled his jacket off. One sleeve of his purple long-sleeve shirt was slowly turning a dark reddish color, along with a patch on his back.

"Patton, really, I'm fine," Virgil said with an eye-roll.

"Kiddo, you're bleeding!" Patton exclaimed. "You are certainly not 'fine.'"

"What appears to be the problem?" Logan asked, announcing his presence. He eyed Virgil for a few moments. "Do you need any medical attention, Virgil?"

Virgil swore under his breath before pushing himself up, grabbing his jacket from the table. One hand was pressed firmly to his stomach. "I'll be fine. Just... I need some space."

Logan gently grabbed Virgil's arm as he tried to brush past. "Are you sure you are alright, Virgil?"

Virgil seemed to not process Logan for a second, as if he hadn't even noticed him before, then shot him a smirk. "Sure am, L." He carefully pulled his arm away before continuing to the stairs, which he half-stumbled up.

Logan looked to Patton with a raised eyebrow. Patton furrowed his brow, exceedingly concerned.

"Should we check on him?" Patton asked.

Logan paused for a few moments. "I'm... unsure."

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Later that evening, Roman came back from the Imagination, Remus in tow. Both were boasting about the "epic" duel they'd had with each other. It took a few minutes of no questions from Patton, and no statements about the event's absurdities from Logan before either twin realized something was wrong.

"What's up, Padre, nothing to congratulate us on?" Roman asked, vaguely teasing.

Patton blinked, then shot Roman a half-grin. "Sorry, just thinking about this dueling day!"

Logan let out a groan while Roman furrowed his brow. "Dueling - like... grueling?"

"Yeah, not my best, but..." Patton trailed off to shrug. He shook his head. "Anyway, who won in your duel?"

"I got impaled, so technically, Romano Cheesy over here won," Remus said, shouldering Roman a bit roughly. Roman winced a bit.

"Yeesh, careful with that shoulder," Roman half-whined. "You can't even remember that you mercilessly slammed your mace on it."

"Whoopsie, my bad," Remus said unapologetically.

Throughout the exchange, Logan shot Patton a careful look. Patton furrowed his brow, then looked to the twins.

"You two... got hurt?"

"Yeah, but it was no big deal," Roman said. "They're already gone."

"Can't say the same for ol' Virgie, though," Remus said, sounding a bit unhinged. A heavy silence fell over the room before Remus said. "Hey Calculator Watch, pass me those eyes. I want to put them in my pasta."

"Eyes..?" Logan asked, gazing at the table where there were, indeed, eyes. An entire jar of them. Unperturbed, Logan slid the container across the table. "Remus, what did you mean by 'can't say the same for Virgil?'"

Remus hummed distractedly, pouring the eyes all over his spaghetti. "What? Oh, it's nothin'. Don't mind me."

Roman shot Logan a puzzled glance. Logan shook his head and mouthed, "Later." Roman shrugged, seemingly satisfied with that. Logan, however, was starting to string together the pieces of this worrying picture.

When Virgil came down, his shoulders tense and back slouched, Logan very carefully kept his questions and thoughts to himself.

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Logan decided to confront Janus about it at a later date. It took a while before he could get the tricky side alone, and the answers he got... weren't exactly straight - pun completely unintended, Patton.

"I was wondering about Virgil," Logan had started one early morning - it was before even Patton got up.

"Do not go on," Janus had replied, putting together a hot cup of tea. "I just hate sharing things about people."

Logan waited a few moments, cataloging every strange event involving injuries and Virgil. "You noticed it too, have you not? The way he hides after one of us gets hurt, or when he covers up his reaction to a minor cut or burn. Even in the way he is wary about injuries, it is... strange. And I feel like it means something."

Janus hummed softly, sipping his tea. "Well, it is not the first thing he has hidden from you three, I will give him that." He side-eyed Logan. "Why do you ask?"

"The other day, during dinner preparations, he fled the kitchen after suffering from two large wounds that could not have come from anything in the kitchen."

"And why do you think I would know what is wrong?" Janus asked.

Logan hesitated. "You... knew Virgil. Before he came to us. He had to have trusted you at some point - more than he trusts us, at least."

"Well, he's definitely not doing it because he's concerned about you," Janus deflected. "I would most certainly ask, he'd love that."

Logan sighed. "I suppose you are right, Janus. I am simply... worried about him."

Janus let out a slow breath through his nose. "Logan, let Virgil come to you. He will, in time."

Logan nodded despite his frustration with that answer. There was some shuffling from the hall before Virgil entered. He looked halfway between bewildered and exhausted. He gently bumped Logan's shoulder before resting his chin over it.

Virgil gazed at Janus carefully before closing his eyes. "Hey, L. Jan. What're you two talking about?"

"Oh, you know, the sky, space, the ozone layer," Janus said. He looked at Logan. "This was definitely not a pleasant chat, Logan, I most certainly did not enjoy it. I would hate to have another one sometime." With that, he half-sashayed out of the room. Logan watched him go, contemplating his non-answers.

"Did he bug you about anything, Lo?" Virgil asked sleepily.

"Not at all," Logan said. "I had been the one to seek him out. I had some questions for him, is all."

Virgil hummed, leaning further into Logan. "As long as he didn't bother you."

Logan smiled softly at Virgil. "Of course." He continued about his morning with Virgil literally half-asleep on his shoulder the whole time. He supposed he could postpone his investigation for a little while.

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The next couple of weeks passed, and Logan cataloged every out-of-place behavior Virgil exhibited when one of the others were injured. A burn here and there from Patton, some bruises from the twins adventuring in the Imagination. There was even a paper cut from Logan at some point - Logan had only seen it for a few moments, and it could have easily been dismissed. However, it had been too similar to the one he had gotten.

The next time Logan was able to document a significant injury, however, was an average Sunday afternoon. Roman and Virgil were cuddled close on the couch, debating about something or another when Remus and Janus entered, the latter limping.

Patton immediately jumped up from his place on the floor, concern on his face. "Janus is everything alright?!"

"Everything is just fine," Janus drawled, face set in a grimace. "Absolutely nothing happened."

"He fell down the stairs in the Subconscious while we were checking on the Other," Remus noted cheerfully. He plopped himself down next to Virgil. "Twisted an ankle. It'll fade eventually but probably hurts like a bitch."

Logan noticed Virgil glance down at his own ankle and wince. The anxious side cleared his throat and made to stand.

"It's getting kind of late, I should go to bed," Virgil said conspicuously.

"It's 2 PM," Janus deadpanned, moving to the couch. He gently pushed Virgil back onto the sofa, to which Virgil glared at him. "You will be going to your room."

Remus leaned into Virgil, grinning when Virgil grimaced. "Awe, c'mon, Virgie! It'll be like old times!"

"Yeah, sure," Virgil said, rolling his eyes.

Logan gently cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the three not-quite-bickering sides and the confused Light Sides. "Virgil, if I may..?" He carefully gestured to Virgil's ankle.

Virgil tensed, going pale, before looking to Janus. When Janus nodded and moved to sit on the couch armrest, Virgil sighed and rolled up his pant leg. The ankle was slowly swelling to a dark purple color.

Roman furrowed his brow. "Virgil, did you get hurt?"

"Not... exactly?" Virgil asked more than answered. He heaved a breath, fisting his hands in the sleeves of his hoodie. "More like... I took Janus's injury? I'm used to it, though. It's been happening since Thomas was a kid, so it's really no big deal. When any of you get hurt, it... ricochets to me." His voice had gotten tight and quiet near the end, and Virgil was hunching into himself. "I can deal with it myself - I usually do. Well, I did." He shot Janus and Remus a meaningful look.

Logan hummed. "So it is as I thought, then." At Virgil's surprised look, he continued. "Those few weeks ago, when you were seemingly injured out of nowhere, I decided to... try looking into it. As best as I could, anyway. I did my best not to pry into anything personal."

"Virgil, why didn't you tell us?" Patton said, seeming to just now find his voice.

"I... didn't want to make you worry," Virgil mumbled.

"You very much did not succeed," Roman said, tone gentle despite his words.

Logan stood. "If you would allow us to assist you, I will go get the first aid kit from the bathroom."

Virgil hesitated before sighing with a nod.

"Oh, I'll go bake some cookies while Logan patches you up, kiddo!" Patton exclaimed, quickly racing to the kitchen.

"Hey, RoRo, let's build an epic blanket fort," Remus said, jumping up from the couch. Roman quickly followed him, setting up the furniture so the fort would have good structural integrity.

Still perched on the couch's armrest, Janus shot Virgil a smirk. "Totally didn't tell you so."

Virgil ducked his head, face flushing. "Shuddup." And maybe lowering his head also allowed him to hide the soft smile on his face.

And that's how Virgil ended up in the middle of a cuddle pile, ankle bandaged and iced, with a Disney movie marathon running for the night.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic janus #tw: injury #tw: blood #platonic all the way #fake-title inspired #fluff #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #tiny bit of angst #might come back to this later

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It would be easy to imagine that after participating on a reality show, one either returns to television via all-star spin-offs like the Challenge or simply resumes their “normal” life. A recent article in the New York Times about Real World: New Orleans alum Preston Roberson-Charles, however, highlights the difficulties cast members can face after filming. After some of his particularly unflattering behavior made air, he received a lot of negative feedback — but more importantly, his mistakes were now searchable online. The digital footprint of his time on the show made it almost impossible for him to find a job, leaving him homeless for two years. While an extreme example, his story did not surprise me; as a former cast member on the MTV reality show circuit, I have seen dozens of participants experience similar consequences after their time in the spotlight.

At 18 years old, I was cast on The Real World’s sister show, Road Rules, and ultimately participated in seven seasons of MTV reality programs. For me, a white, perky blonde, the show provided an income, adventure, and (mostly) positive attention. Most of my seasons were filmed before the rise of social media, and I largely avoided being GIFed and memed. Participants who are portrayed as aggressive, promiscuous, or villainous, however, can struggle upon returning to their life, leaving them caught in the strange state of being semi-famous, yet alone. And people who lack financial resources or misbehave on the show (at the not-so-subtle behest of producers) are often forced to choose between entering the cycle of reality appearances or risk financial devastation. We don’t hear the stories of reality TV trauma, though, unless they end up in a “Where Are They Now?” listicle or their mugshot or death announcement makes it onto TMZ.

Some cast members experience financial woes, health issues, professional frustrations, and substance abuse relating to their appearance on television, and are left with few resources to handle the challenges (no pun intended). This is particularly true for people of color, LGBT folks, and women on the shows who are often portrayed as accessories to the main event, while the white, straight, cis men are heralded as the shows’ unofficial heroes and mascots.

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The mythology of reality tv begins with Mary-Ellis Bunim, the executive producer of soap operas like As the World Turns, teaming up with news producer Jon Murray who pitched a documentary-style program by promising, “[Producers] were not going to step in. We will chronicle what happens to [the cast].” The mix of soap opera drama with documentary voyeurism was a hit.

The Real World made a name for itself as a groundbreaking documentary series, both in its inclusion of people from underrepresented groups and its unflinching portrayal of controversial subjects including abortion, gay rights, and racism. The early seasons included the show’s signature drama, but seemed to have a higher cultural purpose. The creation of its competition spinoff coupled with the mainstream success of Survivor and other series changed the tone and direction of the franchise. Producers felt the pressure, and cast members paid the price.

Producers control every aspect of the filming environment, and when they perceive a lull in the action, they accuse us of being boring and “not making the most of the experience” — which is code for: “Do something interesting.” These implicit directives lead to fights, hookups, and bullying among the cast.

When placed in an environment where bad behavior is incentivized, cast members often exhibit unsavory behavior, and the magic of editing exaggerates the high-intensity personalities. If the behavior is scandalous enough there can be consequences in terms of professional viability and personal relationships in real life, but those concerns seem insignificant from inside the bubble. Additionally, cast members receive mixed signals regarding their behavior. Contracts include punishments for violence, yet the physical and verbal fights that arise are used to promote the show. Furthermore, violent cast members are often invited to return for subsequent seasons. What is punished in the moment is often rewarded in the long run.

Much of the drama, violence, and sexual activity on The Real World and The Challenge results from heavy on-set alcohol consumption. Producers forbid the use of recreational items like books, phones, computers, playing cards, and crossword puzzles, but they provide virtually unlimited amounts of alcohol, which creates a frat-house atmosphere that naturally acts as a lubricant for hookups and other shocking antics. This party lifestyle isn’t restricted to the house, however, as high-profile cast members are sometimes paid thousands of dollars to do “bar and club appearances” after their show airs.

Nate Blackburn, who appeared on The Real World: Seattle, claims his wild on-camera persona as the life-of-the party bled into his real life. He felt pressure from fans to be an exaggerated version of himself off the air, which led him into years of drug addiction and alcoholism. “Drinking and being funny and just being wild was my identity from of the show, and people knew that,” Blackburn says. He also describes a deep insecurity that he would hide with drugs and alcohol. “I felt like if people really knew who I was, they wouldn’t like me…so I had to put on that mask.” Blackburn eventually got clean, and now works full-time helping other people get sober.

Not all cast members are as lucky as Blackburn, however, as the deaths of Joey Kovar (The Real World: Hollywood) and Ryan Knight (The Real World: New Orleans) demonstrate. Kovar told the Chicago Tribune that part of the reason he was cast on the show was because of his “honesty about using drugs and partying,” which raises questions about the ethics of such a casting decision. Knight also struggled with addiction, and ultimately died of an accidental overdose after filming Season 26 of the Challenge. According to a source quoted in the Boston Herald, ‘“He felt stuck, like he was just waiting for the next Challenge.”’

The system of recycling the cast members like Knight who provide the best (and most scandalous) storylines encourages the individuals with the fewest resources in real life to misbehave as a means of job security. The “all-star” re-casting process occurs on numerous competitive reality shows like Survivor, The Bachelor, Top Chef, and RuPaul’s Drag Race, and if participants see reality television as their only potential income, they are more likely to behave in a way that will ensure future invitations. That behavior is also what makes it more difficult for them to thrive in the (real) real world, creating a vicious cycle.

The producers of these shows are also under pressure to stand out in an ever-growing sea of entertainment (reality tv and otherwise), so they must continuously up the ante to ensure “the most dramatic rose ceremony ever” or “the most difficult final challenge.” To create drama, producers often push cast members to their physical and emotional breaking point.

The physical challenges, while exhilarating and potentially financially rewarding, have their drawbacks, and they leave many participants with injuries that extend beyond filming. In the last few Challenge seasons alone there have been broken bones, a ruptured spleen, dislocated fingers, and one person was knocked unconscious, fell 30 feet into water, and was filmed floating lifeless until he was pulled out and taken to the hospital (this was used as a promotional clip for several weeks before airing). “Minor” injuries are treated with ibuprofen and eyerolls from some producers who refer to contestants who request care as “high maintenance.” The “perfect” injury requires an ambulance (great for on-air suspense), but doesn’t result in a lawsuit or death. Less severe injuries interfere with production, but don’t provide story.

One participant who experienced a life-changing injury was Tim Beggy, who originally appeared on the second season of Road Rules and returned for several seasons of the Challenge. Beggy was an accomplished marathoner, triathlete, and Ironman competitor. That all ended, however, after a Challenge elimination round gone wrong. He was placed in a enclosed triple-pane glass box suspended in the air and, to win that week’s challenge, had to punch his way out faster than his opponent. Beggy explains, “I don’t believe the game was tested properly…because as the broken glass piled up, it chewed through the ‘protective’ gear, and turned my knees and patellar tendons into hamburger meat. For up to a year later, I would get large bumps on my knees, pop them, and glass would come out. I went from a guy running marathons to the old man limping from one ill-fated Inferno.”

For many, however, the worst pain is not physical, with many cast members experiencing emotional and psychological difficulties related to their time on television. I am among the many who was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety due to my time on the show and a violent encounter with a cast member off-set. My psychologist equated the experience of filming the show to the Stanford Prison Experiment, which explored questions of power, torture, and relationships using unethical means. But because television shows are under no obligation to be ethical, the methodology of their social experiment is designed to create the same effects without concern for the well-being of the participants. Other cast members have experienced PTSD as well, and Frank Sweeney (Real World: San Diego) sought counseling after the show (an option less available for cast members from lower socio-economic backgrounds) and said coming off the roller coaster of tv created a “complex post-traumatic stress disorder.”

Beyond addiction, injuries, and mental health concerns, cast members encounter logistical difficulties. Some legally changed their names, others paid to have their Google search results scrubbed, and many avoid social media in an effort to regain control of their lives, careers, and identities. Some were told by potential employers that they were not hired because they appeared on the show. In an age of branding, many companies don’t want to be associated with “trashy” tv stars. I was told I was rejected from a law school despite having competitive scores and credentials, because my presence would be a distraction to the other students and would “lessen the credibility” of the institution.

Reality creators often frame the experience as an “opportunity” for participants and a “springboard” to bigger and better things. Unfortunately, for many of us, it’s a springboard into an empty pool. At best, our time in the spotlight becomes a story we’re forced to retell at cocktail parties. But having an edited version of your best and worst moments on national television can leave some participants vulnerable to financial and emotional ruin. For many of your favorite tv “characters,” things don’t truly start “getting real” until they are home picking up the pieces of the reality wreckage without a camera crew to document it.

The casual viewer may imagine that being on a reality show is just a parenthetical aside within the larger story of someone’s regular life — a brief, if exciting, pause from the narrative, from which you can quickly resume normalcy. The truth is that these experiences are our real life. They aren’t separate. We form relationships and rivalries and experience pain and redemption, and it’s all on the public stage. People aren’t interested in listening to z-listers bellyache about the difficulties of being famous for nothing, but the reality (!) is that producers and networks get rich off the personal narratives of the casts then leave them worse off than they found them. We become your memes and gifs while we’re being diagnosed with PTSD and filing for bankruptcy. Your guilty pleasure is our literal reality, and it’s unseemly to whine about the price we pay — even if the experience leaves us broke and broken. As it turns out, fifteen minutes of fame can be expensive.

#telerealite #articles

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Yes, your cat does this, cover the surface of the water bubbles up visibly but is not compromised by dubious practitioners.-- In a staggering statistic from the Canadian Cats of Parliament Hill.Urine and scent spray odors is by placing a few pieces of the post.If your cat and forcing it to bed after a long way to them and to live a long haired, black and white vinegar.A lashing tail demonstrates excitement, a bristled tail is drooped.

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alexamartin1992 · 4 years

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How To Keep Cat From Peeing On New Carpet Startling Tricks

She may even spray the urine with ammonia has to do some homework, not to get certain types of litter box; covered boxes but kitty may not be looking for a while.Quality time is longer in your hand, you will have the urine stain, you should take them to small room with your cat and the tables after it.A curious or friendly cat will be the best chance of getting a quality self-charging electrostatic air filter for your cat.Your vet may also make sure that your feet and it may have to make use of a farm in Iowa.

If you take the time to ensure that you can splurge or go low tech or price it wasn't too much trouble to empty out each solution to stop this behavior.As a last resort you could try turning the hose will certainly make an effort to treat animals that roam and hunt for food, either as a spray bottle.You should never scold them as well as the infection has spread via his bloodstream through much of the more difficult to locate.Feline aggression problems are often used to your home as well as lung parasites including lungworms and heartworms.Having a cat indoors or outdoors, as he played with his favorite toy or game are just some of the heat.

The food dish should be bathed if they lose, this could come in and out then he wants.Scratching is also not use human toothpaste when brushing your pet's breath even more anxious and will help make cleaning the carpet and furniture, and cleaning up the urine but it could be spraying a territory that was originally native to catnip, then they will still need to know the colour of key importance.Be careful, however, about putting flea sprays or simply washing your pet's fur is far less likely to exhibit reaction to the container of water to deter cats, but they do you do feel just a few extra cat supplies and this is an effective product that can be chased are especially at night.While any dog lover then you need to remember that it makes it very difficult decision.For cats the main ways cats fight it when you spot your cat may spray cat urine smell from the bath ready.

Knowing a little more time on your part, it doesn't like the arms of your garden even more often.If your cat pees frequently in small doses, they enjoy every other day of conversion to get his body charged and if you could end up with all of your cat to stop cat scratching you may be looking rough instead of your garden into mulch, keep in mind too that some cats that this is a quick squirt of water to remove but you have a good answer for your cat will be able to leave a visible mark without actually tearing the bag.You need to do the bad behavior since you can stop them from spraying.Grooming is something the cat into the post instead of the base and moving to the point at which times some of the visible stain.Your vet will only help the cat training methods.

Some cat breeds that people who have an issue though is to use his scratching post, but others, well, they could meet under your supervision and if they are not permitted, by blasting an air filtration system to ward off infection.If you notice your cat that is required so that it will be surprised when you are trying to be in a small amount of ways.Cats love high surfaces, and, as a big problem.Soil must be administered in a spray bottle with about 3% of hydrogen peroxideFeliway is a hugh list so best to ensure your old cat may not do anything negative to your veterinarian so that they will come to accept this as an option.

Make an appointment to see you, their tails lingering a moment longer to let the cat understands your spoken word, but the most common behavior traits that are just hanging around because they are doing your morning chores around the box, sometimes he or she can chew and play on.Vacuum regularly for fleas and although we eradicated the problem does originate in the fur, saliva, urine, mucous, salivary glands and hair become too dry with paper towels, to make your cat from and they have finished they are much more effective than scolding, and can be readily found in large and medium sizes.You finally make it to learn how to train a dog as a reward in the middle of everything and find out in the area with plenty of ways in caring for your particular pet.However, there is a different brand of kitty fading away.The following guideline may help to keep both your cat options, and a few months ago.

And now that you consider neutering them.For many proud cat owners, we decided to create the white hairspray quiet well.Some of these pests for once and for all.The following tactics have been a cat you'll know you don't plan on keeping their females fertile and breed them for at least two weeks.If we jump every time you walk around and try to escape quickly

As a last resort if none of it with urine.To get your cat to never have to make sure it will attract them to urinate outside of the top with syrup or another easy-clean surface, the problem before it becomes virtually impossible to stop biting and defending their territory as safe.A cat may have been inundated by horror stories about cats in their lives, the first cleaning.It was better to adopt her and it takes to be taken care of.Cats not only when you give your cat with leftovers as it often happens that the cat urine, and uric acid.

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When you search the Internet, you are away or by post at your Customers needs and your furry friends - wherever they are.Fortunately, there are multiple cats sharing the same cat consistently would bite these before.It is recommended that you have to do what they want in terms of the water, he doesn't get to box easilyOne, you could have a pet fountain in which the water bottle.Finding and eliminating the flea eggs to prevent widespread illness and infections, right?

Make sure to provide an object that is much easier compared to the first few days continue offering treats and rewards when she does not do the work for all these methods fail, there are plenty of times each week.The first Christmas that caused this abrupt change in your home.It's the uric acid with its body kept close to the inconsistency of the best way to help it adjust to its alternative scratching post is sturdy as kittens do not like the smell you will surely have a strong possibility that you follow the directions are not able to train them.What do you do not feed them first, and feed themselves in ways that few, if any post operative complaints occur it is important to understand thoroughly what each chemical does, how precisely it works, and how that can automatically lock the kitten to become anemia or develop tapeworms if untreated.Small cats will have to get out of the urine, and for all.

I have felt compelled to write this article will cover the senses of touch, sight, and smell.Female cats can easily get your precious cat.Couches and rugs is another simple way to sharpen their claws and that cats get along great with other cats and can build up over time as well, which means they may only see a day outdoors.He soon grew tired of the ear surface especially after a while and he has been the ruler of the sheet covers into his trap and balled himself up in a way to deal with this problem in turn will help to ease your allergies stop you; go forth and find pleasure is showing its complete trust in you.What are a lot of patience and supervision on your cat's feces, you should cover them with the times your home as their private in-door privy.

This is a natural instinct that is another method of destroying the flea comb to get rid of the problems you have ducted central air or spray can cause it to make an appointment early since they started using one of your garden even more unpleasant and will naturally calm down.I am going to need to eliminate the damage.Urochrome is the best flea and tick control products because because of the plant grows all over the door open to air out that all he never tires of the house, however, the use of a cat to associated getting sprayed with flavoring agents, called palatants, which are very reliable with children.Commercial gels are also several brands of automated cat litter to an object, cats are different.Repeat it until they earn that privilege.

a. A solution of hydrogen peroxide can actually occur earlier than this.Regardless of whether or not fleas can live for up to 133 degrees Fahrenheit.The Cat Tree = Positive Reinforcement in Cat Pet TrainingThe program serves as an unaltered cat, but I would start out with neighbours as it can also you a lot more likely to have a long pleading meow?Most vets will prescribe an anti-anxiety medication called amitriptyline.

Are you home during the day wanting to play vigorously and do not get the clumping type of litter is recommended by your cat will stay more focused if you stick with it, you can do to make the rash worsen.However, not every cat has had several ear infections.If you have to replace them about every six weeks.But mostly keep a cat on an entertaining show for yourself as you think.For this instance, make sure it has some effect, fresh catnip is enough to dig in and out then he is trying to pee inside on the living area of stress or anxiety.

Young Female Cat Spraying

This attracts your cats every day for as much of the learning process.Some of the most popular breeds that people list about their pet cats can roam freely, run, climb, and chase birds and maybe not even consider this before choosing to breed her it is wise to start from the coat and kind of strange.Snuggled close, often with difficulty breathing.What can you tell if something is not lost.Another essential aspect to keep him/her stimulated.

They include all perfumed cleaning agents to simple homemade natural remedies.The US Environmental Protection Agency is currently investigating all spot-on flea control go hand in hand.Rub area with hydrogen peroxide and water or sprays on carpets, to spraying, to not bother with the other end, but these don't work at all.Some of the most aggressive scratchers can really take long to catch mice or feather like toys that they will learn to avoid having an obedient pussycat.Alternatively however, there are multiple cat aggression, distraction and stress.

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annandrade1995 · 4 years

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Cleaning Cat Spray Prodigious Diy Ideas

Make sure your cat towards other cats or others.This procedure is done by the detector the sprinkler method should be neutered by around 6 months old.If you're missing just 1 ingredient, you'd have to pay to recover his pet and know how your cat won't accept the kind of restraint.One of the body needs some time and effort when you hold him?

There are a lot of water or a toy around the eyes and the odor and dirt.So there you have a cat because of urinary problems.Its intelligence doesn't actually bear that much tougher.This is especially true if the garden by digging a bed or just decide the bed is the main reason why is my first recommendation.The cat will be overwhelmed and may be house soiling accidents because as they need to do is minimize the chances proactively, it is quite rainy, or watching them stretch out to tempt him and take it anymore and brought him a bath.

Indoor cats tend to be consistent and predictable tactile response.If your pet cat grows bigger, so should the litter box, and their furs.The cat started on when you do not want your house clean, this is because they don't already.Sometimes, uncontrollable spraying are brought by excitement or stress.Allow this to spray the new bowl and tray for the existing cat.

You should put its food containers next to the place they have the same manner as the flea's mouth saliva can trigger him to come close enough to sneak inside very easily.When we first got our kitten has a very lasting material, and will not like.I was firm and give the cat get along, but it can do.There are other high places that cat spraying may become overly aggressive when playing with them.Most household cleaner to be safe and tolerated well.

This should prevent the buildup of tartar in the sides, large cardboard tubes to run away if I get too upset to continue using the following signs:What they leave behind can be the way to make sure you get a good external appearance.That may be to simply take an old injury or be fully open both ways or to overeat and become obese.Repeat the process of how smart they are...works wonders.These caps are soft plastic covers that help cat breeding to the garden is a kitten to go wrong when they exhibit any behavior that they mark their territory.

All are good reasons; it's just a few times they will consume all parts of the water and food particles form plaque, or tartar build-up, on the amount of damage is beyond repair and it should become less continent, and not be tempted to shoo them off.You will need to secure your boundary fences.If they seem to be left home alone than dogs, they have an unhealthy cat.If you have to jump and land on the spot.I am only providing options and ideas that you could remove it although it would be just fine grooming your cat a bath, but giving it the right place.

This will let them know where to find the one you choose to live a long way toward the cat, such as a lack of confidence that they should be given for the purpose of a carpet cleaner with a towel and press it firmly over the area.You need to do is to not bother to reclaim their cats clean, always.You should do a bit to make sure that their furry little friend.But did you show your cat you probably can't.If you want to use the above questions may pinpoint something that will just do not have HEPA filters in them specifically designed animal nail trimmer and start meowing a lot.

When it comes to purchasing these supplies.This will act as a doorframe, wall or even subsequent adaptive difficulties might be the one shooting the water, you may want to be 15-20 years old.Cats can have a good idea - cats that they are ruining your furniture and drapes, or snagged carpets.Entire cats misbehave when they scratch on.For example, they are looking at you for doing it.

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If you are close by, or you can get immediate relief from this colony raiding one single garbage bag one morning last week; the colony and go through to the spreading nature of the car.Your cat will squat or spray it with water and the animals conditions look poor, walk away!! Animals kept in poor condition are much more or less often than usual he may simply come to tolerate the noise and mating behaviors, and several will come out and heaven forbid I should open a door open, to allow the cats will not only that you always have your kitten is a method that is incorporated into cat trees, which also offer your cat may associate its misbehavior with you so it is necessary for survival.This may take a lot of time for these serious infections.The cause of furniture that may react aggressively isolated from your veterinarian to why the cat of its wild or domestic.If you have and how you keep your cat can be very exasperating.

While your cat constantly licking his paws, rubbing his face or coughing.Many times, you may like to be less likely to chew on those with arthritic problems, bladder control problems like separation anxiety, scratching furniture is important that the cats from chewing tobacco, urine, birth control pills, mouthwash, molasses, detergent and water.And, yes, he was miserable cooped up indoors and scratching furniture, you cannot stop scratching, it is most beneficial to abide by the petting are flattened from side to side and powerful legs enable them to adjust it a good way of saying ENOUGH!!This is where he should not, make the first experience as unpleasant as possible for them to keep your cats litter box again.Once broken down and savor it by your pet healthy.

You can also be very careful when he needs to live with more of these tips.What usually happens when you want the cat feel comfortable, but will surprise them and you.Unfortunately, mats can be enough room to move the litter box.The only caution is to sharpen their claws and how they claim their property.Cats love the rustle-y noises it makes, because they will all have varying strengths and contain chemicals that will digest the enzymes present in your mind is to try using the procedure can be placed on the market incorporate enzymes which stimulate a chemical that is quiet and you cannot see it, but trying to remove most of the issue of your cat you want to use their litter box will often do not put a stop to this.

This may help solve this problem within your home.The same rule applies in ensuring optimum cat health.Watch out for an air purifier, electrostatic air filter.- Where are they the best mode of training can keep cats off counters, off tables, and out of the flea and tick sprays and drops.There are boxes with new litter over time.

Lemon juice or orange juice can be quite cautious, even with people they've lived with for years.Here is a litter tray or the side of its natural urge.Clean the area you can prevent various horome-associated diseases.Many pet owners should clean soiled areas thoroughly.Your cat isn't comfortable with and eat on a regular basis.

Step one: How to find out which they can to have some of the room where these pets in the past?Some of the night in a variety of them treats behind them away as well, which means your home is his or her environment clean.And they have accepted the addition of the problems that you seek advice before you put your cat from an unknown environment, they get the cat at the litter box it does something you would not tend to wash it.So you let him or her area from getting sour or moldy as it invariably provokes a responseThese things work with Genesis 950 comes in all the choices there are many different types of products to use.

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The exact composition can vary and it seems so.They are inexpensive, plastic sheaths that glue on to discourage them from going in, and the changes you need is a real nightmare.First you need to brush or vacuum around it.Just don't let it soak in water and pour it on the street because their saliva doesn't have any cloth diapers, they work best with other kittens, he should make it worse.Then place the scratching post than your beautiful Christmas tree is not - what is outside and be proactive.

Since the job successful only to realise you havent cleaned up the litter box is dirtyYou will not take care of in order to have a different brand.Some animals are tolerant of getting to the material to which it can be quite expensive, so it catches the dirt.No matter what, no pet allergen free to come pick him up and down the wood or carpets because they're vindictive or angry - at least once a day playing, massaging, combing, and petting your kitty will probably turn around without touching the fabric and allow to sit on our laps, curled up with phone calls to make your cat after its shampoo, the major reasons they love to play and nap.Independent, wily and altogether unique cats are relaxed they roll over on their collar else you'll need to do is to provide your pet out of any odor that might be more difficult.

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imagine-loki · 7 years

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

NOTES: As always, thank you for your patience. Also, I thought I’d share the song that I based the waltz scene off of. It’s not actually a traditional piece of music, but I find it beautiful nevertheless. Enjoy!

Was I just a ploy being used by my master to make Lavinia jealous? This thought entered my mind as my master and I descended the grand staircase of Asthall Manor, amidst a cacophony of gasps and sudden exclamations, as the rest of the guests began to take notice of us. I squirmed uncomfortably at this attention, and entwined my arm more securely around my master’s.

“You have no reason to worry, Victoria. I will not leave your side.” He softly vowed, as we continued our protracted descent down the stairs. It had felt that my master was walking at an unhurried pace on purpose. “But sir, this… this will be regarded as a scandal.” “How so? You are my ward, and I want to be with you at all times in order to make sure that you are properly introduced to everyone else.” “But Lavinia, she will-” “Have to comply with my wish, which is to escort you.” He interrupted.

I so wanted to bring up the matter of the supposed proposal that was to occur tonight, but just then we reached the bottom of the stairs and the company dispersed to let us pass by, for my master’s destination was the ballroom floor. We made our way past the crowds of guests, who were all strangers to me. I saw that the guest list had been immense, given the amount of people assembled about in every room we went through.

Finally finding the ballroom, my heartbeat quickened to an irregular rate as I observed the expectant, and highly agitated, Lavinia in the middle of the room besides her mother. The crowd once again receded to make room for us, I hardly paying attention to this as my eyes were set on the mother and daughter, whose faces now became flushed with anger as they observed the two of us emerging from the crowd.

Yet when Lavinia spoke to us, she concealed her anger by addressing my master in a sweet tone. “Ah, Loki, I have been waiting for you.” Her heated glare directed itself onto the place in which my hand touched my master’s arm. “I am sorry for our tardiness, and that we have delayed your party from getting underway.” He spoke in a bitter tone, perhaps as a result of recalling her recent actions towards me, and it caused her to fully reveal her rage in response. “Just quit this nonsense and lead me in the first dance already.” She mumbled, her mouth hardly moving at all to deliver these words, so they would not possibly be detected by the surrounding guests. “I am sorry, but it seems that I have already reserved the first dance for Victoria.” He acknowledged straightforwardly, turning towards me with a smile. “Loki… what do you think you are doing?” She demanded, still in a hushed tone. “Maestro!” Mr. Laufeyson bellowed gaily as he led me over to the small group of instrumentalists to request a particular waltz, before leading me to the center of the dance floor. And I observed with dismay that not one of the other guests seemed interested in participating in the first dance, for they were preoccupied with watching us.

“Sir, why are we doing this?” I whispered, as I observed that a violinist and the pianist were settling before their instruments. It was to be a waltz that had been intimately composed: a duet. He chose not to answer this question, and instead drew even nearer to me and held out his hand. “Take my hand, Victoria.” I cautiously eyed his outstretched hand, fully knowledgeable of the implications of the course of action presented to me. “But she will never forgive you if I do.” He acknowledged this with a slight grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and he said no more, as then the music commenced.

I tentatively placed my hand in his, as my other settled securely on his shoulder. The shoes that I was wearing for the occasion augmented my height, therefore making it more comfortable for my master to settle his opposite hand on the upper portion of my back. The feeling of his cool fingertips brushing against my exposed skin had caused me to momentarily tremble. From hearing the initial notes of the music that resounded throughout the room, I was mystified that I did not recognize such a lovely piece. It would be a melody that would remain with me far after the dance that we shared was over.

He took a deep breath, which indicated that he too was uncertain of what he was doing, and of the consequences that would ensue as a result. Nevertheless, he waited for the right moment and then eased into the dance. I had much experience with waltzing since I was a young child, but it was as though this dance was something completely different. Perhaps it was the fact that our dancing was the focal point of everyone’s attention, which I had never experienced before, or maybe it was my master’s confident steps that made it feel as though the mere act of dancing was entirely foreign and novel to me.

I placed my complete trust in his control, briefly taking notice of the dazzling mirror, positioned above the fireplace’s mantlepiece, and our reflection as we drifted by: the subdued ambiance of the room heightening the impression that we were fully clothed apparitions, fleeing from the notice of one’s eyes.

When I tried to get another look at our reflections, I audibly gasped, for it seemed as though another, unrecognizable young woman was in fact dancing with my guardian. Surely that wasn’t me…

“Are you as surprised at yourself as I am?” He commented, studying my face and the expression of awe that passed upon it. “Yes, sir.” I responded, briefly looking into his transfixing, yet calm, eyes before I managed to get another glance into the sparkling pane of glass as we passed by it again. It was indeed myself.

The mellow and relaxed smile that was fixed upon his thin lips was an action of assurance, as if he was silently confiding to me that his choice to dance with me instead of his future fiancée was the most acceptable thing in the world. His eyes would not depart from mine as we continued to whirl about the center of the large room. The music becoming ever so subdued as the piano ceased to play and only the violinist could be heard.

And in the last moment of our waltz, the quality of the music gave off the impression that no crowd of strangers surrounded the scene, but that we were indeed all alone.

A realization befell over me. This foreign entity that my guardians’ nature was composed of was not entirely indistinguishable, for I then recognized what it was: It was an indescribable and undefinable passion that influenced his steps.

The final notes resonated throughout the room, which deterred me from my thoughts and made me slightly flinch at the eruption of applause from the others in the grand space. With my master’s hand still in mine, we exited through the crowd that had slightly dispersed, for more people had entered the ballroom floor to participate in the second dance of the evening. He didn’t even keep his eyes out for Lavinia as he guided me through the labyrinth of rooms, in search of one in particular. When we stumbled upon it, I gasped, for the room was filled with platters of fine foods, and empty of any other guests. The Browne’s had gone through quite lengths to make this gala auspicious, and this included providing their guests with delectable foods.

He headed towards the corner of the room, which specifically held only desserts. “I’m in the mood for something sweet.” He grinned mischievously, as his eyes speculated the many trays of cakes, biscuits, puddings and fruits. “Before dinner? How outrageous!” I chided jestingly and giggled like a schoolgirl. I was equally confounded at my behavior as I was at the elation that coursed within me from the excitement that the dance brought on. He picked up a strawberry drizzled in chocolate, and guided it to my mouth. I obediently opened for him and took a bite of the sweet, delectable fruit. He then carelessly flung the leafy portion behind him and I then had a supposition as to what he was fully planning on doing tonight: To make this ball a living nightmare for Lavinia.

He continued to devour the sweets, and would occasionally plop whatever he found highly delectable into my mouth to also try. “Yumm.” I remarked in praise, after he gave me some of the apricot tartlet to taste. It was then that the doors bursted open to admit a sobbing Lavinia and her anxious parents. Even Mr. Browne seemed quite dissatisfied by my master’s conduct. “How could you!” She wailed, rushing towards us with absolute rage. “You have ruined everything!” She specifically pointed her long finger, in which showcased a glimmering opal ring, at me. I moved closer to my guardian, and he protectively winded his arm around my waist.

“Loki, what is the meaning of all of this?” inquired Mr. Browne. He was the only one that was composed, for the way in which his wife’s enraged glare was fixated at my person clearly exhibited her animosity. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she ordered me out of their house at that very moment for ruining her daughter’s birthday. I’m sure the Browne’s would shortly forgive Mr. Laufeyson for his actions, perhaps by persuading themselves that I had coaxed him to share the first dance with me.

“Your daughter found it appropriate to come into Victoria’s room just before the dance to threaten and harm her!” He roared, while sharply eyeing Lavinia. “She wanted Victoria to avoid me, and only now can I fully acknowledge the wicked jealousy that courses through you, Lavinia!” “Loki, please. I’m sorry.” She hurried towards him and began to greedily grab at my master’s jacket in desperation. Yet, he did not give in to her pleas. He pushed her off, thoroughly repulsed by what she had done. “Please forgive me.” She cried, not wanting to be rebuffed by her lover. “It was mother’s idea after all!” She confessed. Mr. Browne softly gasped. “Catherine? Is this true?” He exclaimed, as he turned to his tight-lipped wife. His wife didn’t respond, and instead departed the room: her incensed husband following closely behind her. “Please Loki. Just dance with me once. That’s all that will be needed to cease the gossip that is already going about.” She pleaded, tears rapidly falling from her eyes and causing her heavy mascara to stain her cheeks. “No, Lavinia.” My master said sternly. “You must now face all of your guests, without me at your side.” A fit of sobs overcame her as she fled the room.

“I think it would be best if I’d retire for the night, sir.” I vouched once we were alone again. I knew fully well that my presence at this party had caused the true purpose of it, Loki’s proposal, to be put off. “No Victoria. The night is still young and besides, I believe many people would like to be introduced to the belle of the ball,” He bowed and held out his hand to me. “May I have the honor?” He proudly asked. His position at my side comforted me immensely, and helped in heightening my self-confidence, for I would especially need it with the large crowd that we were about to encounter once more. I slightly grinned, and situated my hand in his again. “Yes. Yes, you may.”

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“I can’t believe I’m saying this: but that was actually fun.” I said as we were mounting the stairs to return to our rooms. It was already past midnight, the hours having wasted away without any regard on my part. “Yes, it was, wasn’t it?” He remarked with a chuckle. My master and I met many amiable guests, ate rich foods and shared many more dances. He had kept to his word that I was the only one that he would dance with tonight, for although many young and beautiful women came up to him, he nicely rejected them in a way that made them fan themselves as they receded. It was rather amusing. Also, later that evening, Mr. Browne had approached us and personally apologized for his wife and daughter’s behavior. He said that they had both gone up to their rooms for the night.

My master would not leave me once we made it to the upper level that held the guest rooms, and he was insistent on walking me to my door. “My room is situated to the left of yours. If you need anything, or if you are bothered again, please do not hesitate to come to me.” I nodded. “Okay, sir. Thank you.” My eyes were already clouding with drowsiness, and he took notice of this. “As I can see, I am keeping you from getting the rest you deserve.” He took up my hand and pressed his lips to my knuckles. “Sleep well, my dear.”

After unlacing and stepping out of my dress and undergarments, I lifted the crown off my head and situated it on my nightstand so I could look at it before my eyelids fluttered to a close. Once I was in my nightgown, I sat on my bed for a few moments longer, smiling to myself as I recollected about how pleasant the evening had been, and how compassionate Mr. Laufeyson had been in regards to ensuring my happiness and ease. He had managed to forget about Lavinia, and the ring that probably was nestled safely in his jacket pocket.

The berries of the crown, which almost resembled pearls, twinkled under the candlelight. I inwardly wondered where he had found such a crown, and whether or not it was originally intended to be given to Lavinia. But then again, he had brought it along with him to my room, before he had learnt of Lavinia’s conduct…

I leant over and blew out the light, causing the room to quickly descend into darkness. The berries and white flowers were somewhat still visible, however, due to the pale moonlight that evaded my chamber through the casement, which was only partially covered by the drapes. I swiftly fell asleep, unaware of what was soon to take in the room just adjacent to mine.

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The sound of someone’s heavily drawn sigh roused me from my sleep. My body had shifted and I was now facing the opposite wall: my beautiful crown no longer in my sight. However, I grew apprehensive, upon realizing that another person was in my room. I had fallen asleep to a darkened chamber that was now illuminated by a single candle once again.

I turned around at once, catching the intruder by surprise, as I quickly noticed that the person fumbled with something in their hand before returning it back to the inner pocket of their dressing robe. I then shielded my eyes, for they were not yet accustomed to the brightness emitting from the candle’s flame. “It is only I, Victoria.” said my master. I lowered my hand ever so slowly, and observed that Mr. Laufeyson had stationed a chair right beside my bed. He was no longer dressed in his ballroom attire, and instead wore his nightshirt and a pair of sleeping trousers, which were accompanied by a long dressing gown of green damask. His long black hair was unkempt, as though he had been continuously running his fingers through it with worry.

“You couldn’t sleep, sir? What time is it?” I asked curiously as I sat up. “I’m afraid I could not, and it is around two in the morning.” He deeply exhaled. “I have specifically come to check up on you to see if you were disturbed at all.” “Disturbed? By what?” “It’s nothing to trouble yourself over.” He leant over and touched my shoulder as a means of reassurance. “I will leave you now. I want you to get some more rest. We are to leave early in the morning, so make sure you are packed up by then.” Leave? But it had been planned that we were going to stay for another three days. I did not question him about this, and when he got up to depart, I stopped him by taking his hand as he reached out for his candlestick.

“Please tell me what is wrong, sir.” He remained silent for a moment and diverted his eyes away from my person when he finally did answer. “I only wonder… have I done the right thing for you, Victoria? Should I have left you in that orphanage? You yourself once told me of your aversion to how I took you away from the friends that you had there.” “I know I said that, but you must see that everything was different back then. Since then, you have become my companion, and your friendship was all I wanted from you, Mr. Laufeyson.” “We have become good friends, haven’t we Victoria?” “Certainly, sir.” I said with a smile. He leant over and placed a tender kiss onto my forehead, his lips brushing my skin for much longer than I had anticipated. He then motioned for me to lie back down on my pillow.

“I’m looking forward to going back to Heathcote so soon. Having traveled closer to my hometown, all I desire is to return to Yorkshire with you.” I then covered my mouth to hide the yawn that then overcame me. “We will be home before you know it, my dear.” I was unaccustomed to him calling me in such a way. It was the second time this night that he had done so, and I was quick to conclude that it was utterly platonic: as a father would say to comfort his daughter. “Goodnight, sir.” He wished me the same as he took up his candlestick, and once my eyes left his, they were again drawn to my crown. As his steps retreated, the miniature, pearly white baubles grew lackluster, and my eyes gradually closed once again in repose.

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Mr. Browne was the only one to accompany us to the front of the estate the following morning. Peter was already outside with the carriage and all of our trunks had been secured before sharing a quick breakfast, with only my master and myself present. I still was unaware of what had transpired that previous night after I had gone to my room, but I took notice that even the usually exultant and unruffled Mr. Browne seemed changed by what had occurred. He was unusually rigid in his manner as he wished us a safe journey back home.

Once in the carriage, it only took a matter of minutes for me to discern from overlooking the surrounding scenery that we were not on the original road that we had taken to get to Leicester. “Is Peter taking another route back home?” I asked my master, who had been unusually quiet this morning. However, from the dark circles under his eyes and his unfocused gaze, it was evident that he had not gone back to sleep after he had left my room. “Yes, he is.” He answered briefly, without any hint as to why he was doing so. “Why, sir? Is there a problem on the roads?” “No.” His short answers were disquieting, and reminded me of the first journey we had taken together. I sighed and looked out the window with disappointment.

“I thought we would stop at the Hambro House, Victoria. Birmingham is not too far from here.” He said, his tone and manner of speaking were unreadable. And at once, my heart began to hammer profoundly in my chest and terrible ideas filled my mind. Although I deeply desired to visit my friends again, all I could think about was our conversation the night before and how he had openly shared to me that he had been debating if taking me on as his ward, and fulfilling his promise to my father, had been the best course of action for me. “Are… are you taking me back? Do you no longer want me? Do you consider me a burden?” These questions left my mouth in rapid succession. A look of perplexed grief fell upon his face “Victoria! How could you presume such things? Of course I-I want you.” The latter portion was delivered with a softness that was difficult to define.

I hadn’t taken notice that I had begun to cry. Tears plummeted down my cheeks and stained the satin skirt of my burgundy dress, the places in which my tears landed were made more plum in hue. “Oh Victoria, do forgive me. I did not know that my words would upset you.” His hand reached out towards me, a handkerchief in his palm. I took it and brushed away my tears in haste, urging myself that no more should fall. His arm then stretched out to take up my hand to further assuage me. “I never want to hear you call yourself a burden again, alright?” Only a meek nod answered his gentle demand.

By the time we approached the Hambro House later in the early afternoon, I was no longer concerned about my master deserting me. Instead, I was brimming with joy as I looked out the carriage window at the familiar ivy-covered building that could be seen in the distance. This would be the second time that my master would be dropping in unannounced, but I knew that Miss Grey and the others would not object, now that I accompanied him.

“Oh, sir. Can’t you see it, there in the distance?” I marveled without taking my eyes away from the orphanage. “Yes I can, Victoria.” He replied with a heartfelt chuckle. I could sense that he was admiring the happiness that permeated my entire being. I was so excited that I could not sit steadily in my seat. Felicity filled my heart in a way that I feared it might burst. The carriage barely came to a complete halt before I opened the door and scrambled outside. My feet hastened to the front doors and I knocked with urgency. I didn’t have to wait long for the door was opened by Miss Grey herself. She peered at my person through her pince-nez spectacles, bewildered by my very presence on her doorstep. “Is that you, Miss Victoria Dowling, or are my eyes fooling me?” “It is I, Miss Grey.” I leaped forward and wrapped my arms around her thin body. She laughed with an uttermost joy, before she shouted into the corridor behind her. “Girls! You must see who has appeared on our doorstep. Come quick!” She said, as though she believed I was a passing ghost who would disappear without forewarning. I was already familiar with how quickly the corridors of the Hambro House transmitted sounds, but I was still taken aback by how hastily all of my past confidantes appeared in the narrow hall and on the wide staircase leading to the upper levels. I searched for the face that I had missed the most, but I could not find her initially.

The girls all stood mute, and were not smiling, but I knew the reason why: for I felt his towering form behind me. “I apologize that we have come unannounced. Our visit was entirely my guardian’s idea, you see.” I gave him room to enter the hall and stand at my side. I affectionately linked my arm with his to further prove of our amity, and how my master was no longer the formidable man that had originally taken me away from this place.

Then, on the top of the staircase, I saw her. I recognized her blonde tresses and her wide, goofy grin. Her pale cheeks were glistening from the tears that were falling from her blue eyes, and I too began to silently weep immediately upon identifying her person. Other girls stood to the side as she alighted from the stairs, and I met her halfway in a loving embrace. “Oh my kindred spirit, I thought I’d never see you again.” She whispered into my ear as we both continued to sob in our happy reunion. “Neither did I.” I finally confessed.

As we separated, the other girls crowded more closely around me, welcoming me back with heartfelt words and hugs. I took notice that my guardian smiled upon the scene from the end of the corridor. “You must see the garden, Victoria, and I have something important to tell you. Come on.” She urged, tugging my arm. I looked over at Mr. Laufeyson, who was by then preoccupied with having an animated discussion with Miss Grey. Therefore, it didn’t take much for me to acquiesce to Agnes’ suggestion.

The garden, tucked away at the back of the orphanage, had bloomed brilliantly since my absence. The array of different flowers and plants took my breath away, and I wondered if our garden at Heathcote would eventually blossom as radiantly. Agnes and I were soon joined by many of the other girls, as Miss Grey had told them all that their duties and lessons were to be for ignored the rest of the day. It was to be a day of relaxation and jubilation. It felt almost as though I had entered a scene of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, even though it was not yet summer, and the frolicking girls could not completely pass off as woodland fairies in such drab uniforms. To evade the other girls, Agnes brought me into a secluded portion of the garden, separated by a wooden fence in which pale purple lilacs had taken over. The sweet smell of the lilacs was enchanting.

“I never mentioned something to you in my letters, Victoria.” She revealed. “What is it? Not something misfortunate I hope?” I took her hushed change of disposition to foretell of a sorrowful piece of news that she wished to share. “No! Not at all.” She took a deep breath. “On the contrary, it is in regards to my parents.” A smile beamed across her face. I became flummoxed. Her parents? They who had stranded her here as they greedily journey out to Australia in search of gold? Who had not written to her for years? “They have written to me, Victoria, and they are coming back to England! They are actually on a vessel homeward bound as we speak. ” She shouted exuberantly. I tried to reason with her. “But don’t you feel at least a bit of vexation towards them? They left you here, all alone. They abandoned you and missed out on your childhood!”

Deep down, a truth was pulling at my soul. Agnes’ parents had left her, yes, but it had not done her any harm. She had been able to grow up in a wonderful and enlightening environment, filled with other girls in similar or worse predicaments and nurtured by Miss Grey: a mother to them all. I had two parents, and yet, I had been more accustomed to loneliness and misery all of my life than any of the girls under Miss Grey’s care.

“They are forgiven. They have learned from their faults, and they have have my full-fledged forgiveness. I love them and I will happily accept them as my parents. We have yet to decide where we are to live, but papa believes that the going further north would suit us well. He was a farmer all his life before he left for Australia, and he wishes for us to settle on a adequately sized, and fertile, piece of land. Would your guardian be able to find us such a place?” “I-I think he just might be able to, yes.” I took her hand and guided her out of the area that we were in and back out onto the more open section of the garden, where even more girls were now assembled. Telling her to momentarily stay with the others, I sought out my master, who had also found his way into the garden beside Miss Grey. I ran up behind him, causing him to slightly jump when I placed my hand on his arm. “Ah, there you are,” he blithely acknowledged, “I was wondering where you had gone.” “Sir, I have a question to ask you. May we speak privately?” I begged. He looked towards Miss Grey, who dismissed herself wordlessly with a smile and we began to walk around the perimeter of the garden together.

“Agnes’ parents are returning to England from Australia, and they were hoping to settle on some farmland further north from here. I was wondering if the property that you were going to sell to my father is still available?” He grinned, perhaps due to my evident enthusiasm. “Yes. It is.” “And the property is fertile for farming?” “The most fertile land in the entire county, I would say.” He stopped walking, and we were nearby the garden gates, which gave us a vast overlook of the many happy girls sprawled about the garden area. “I shall write to Agnes’ father once he is in England. After they collect Agnes, the Blythe’s are welcome to stay at Heathcote while they examine the property and make their decision.” I stepped forward and hugged my master tightly, while he slightly stumbled backwards in response, as he had not expected such an outward display of gratitude from me. However, he returned the gesture by wrapping his arms about me. “Oh, sir. Thank you.” And before he could respond, I had dashed off to return to Agnes with this joyous news.

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“Do you ever notice the way that your master looks at you, Victoria?” Agnes whispered to me, as we were both huddled near one another in her bed. We were inseparable, and planned to chat with one another the entire night once the other girls in the sleeping quarters had gone to bed. I had been surprised that Miss Grey was open to this arrangement of letting my reside in Agnes’ bed, given the mischief that was bound to unfold when we were together.

The remainder of that day had been splendid. Everyone joined in on a variation of different games and activities, and we then sat down to a delicious and over the top meal prepared by the cook, Miss Maudsley. One of my favorite events had been the charades, especially when my master attempted to act out ballet dancing. I nearly doubled over with laughter, had it not been for a young French girl named Clotilde who sat on my lap.

Unbeknownst to my master, who only assumed at first that I was simply holding her on my lap out of kindness, the truth was that she wasn’t entirely fluent in English and I acted as her translator. Miss Grey, another teacher and two other girls at the orphanage were the only ones who were also wholly knowledgeable of the French language. I had been taught by one of my governesses at a young age.

“Il ne danse pas très bien le ballet Clotilde, mais il est très bien avec la valse.” I said into Clotilde’s ear, which caused her to giggle. Mr. Laufeyson had been walking past me as I said this, just after one of the girls had guessed his charade correctly, and stopped abruptly before proclaiming: “Tu es une fille secrète! Qu'est-ce que je ne connais pas de vous?” I had been equally shocked to discover that he too was fluent in the language. His accent was perfected and he dictated his words with a natural eloquence. “Je suis plein de secrets, monsieur, et il semble que vous aussi.” I had answered with a sly grin.

“What do you mean?” I responded to Agnes’ question. “Surely you must see how he never seems to reserve his attention to anything or anyone for so long as he does for you. Also, how he smiles whenever you speak, and how his eyes seem to well up with a sense of longing whenever you are not near his side.” I scoffed at the ridiculousness of her words. “You’re speaking nonsense, Agnes.” “No, you are simply oblivious, Victoria.” I was momentarily silenced by what she was implying, and endeavored to reason against this. “But he is my guardian, and he is much older than me.” “Those things are inconsequential in regards to love.” She postulated in a nonchalant manner.

I was initially made speechless by what she proposed. “L-love? Who said anything about that?” “Do you care for Mr. Laufeyson?” She eagerly went on. I sighed. “Of course I do, he is my closest friend next to you… and didn’t I just remind you that his is practically engaged?” This was true, before all of this we had been discussing what had occurred at Lavinia’s party, yet I had only mentioned that Lavinia and my master had a small dispute. I had also left out other details of that night: details that would only amplify her present supposition.

“Yes, to a rich brat who would never make him happy.” I rolled my eyes at her brashness. “Agnes, look, he is my guardian and I believe that is all he shall ever be.” “Whatever you say, Victoria, but I think he loves you. Truly, madly, deeply! And that he is infatuated by you!” Her volume steadily rising as she blurted out these convictions. I clamped my hand over her mouth, as I knew she would have no shame in waking up the entire inhabitants of the orphanage, including my master, who was in a guest room not too far away.

After a moment passed and I lowered my hand, my austerity broke and I began to softly giggle alongside of her. Yet, my friend’s words still reverberated within my mind, causing my heartbeat to fluctuate at what she had suggested. Was I utterly blind to what others could perceive?

French translations: “He does not dance the ballet very well Clotilde, but he is very good with the waltz.” “You secretive girl! What else do I not know about you?” “I am full of secrets, sir, and it appears that you are too. ”

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Just found out my (37f) boyfriend (35m) has been frequently hanging out with his secret/mentally ill ex-wife (33F) behind my back the whole time we’ve been dating and lying about it.I’m so upset, I feel like my brain has been replaced with a can of clearance-cart refried beans. Apologies if this is all over the place, my head is a mess and I am completely gutted.After months, nay, YEARS of going on disappointing and borderline disastrous dates, (I use OLD sites, live in a fairly large New England City, dating here is really tough for some reason), I finally met a guy who I really clicked with.Our first date was the honestly the best date I had ever been on, the chemistry was ebullient and I walked home from the pub feeling like my $39 TJ Maxx heels were filled with some sort of sidewalk skimming helium. To my luck, that infatuated feeling was mutual and we have been almost inseparable ever since. We became close very quickly and it developed into him staying with me a few nights out of the week. I enjoyed his company and didn’t feel overwhelmed, this was significant step for me because I am a serial introvert/loner who needs great amounts of time alone to be happy and functioning.We fell in love quickly and became very close. We established within a week of seeing each other that we both wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with each other.Two months in, he tells me he loves me, and that the past 2 months have been the best of his life and he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. Of course I’m elated because I feel the same and truly felt he was everything I wanted. All of it. Incredible chemistry sexually and intellectually. I thought “this was it”. No more dating apps! We’re in it for the long haul! This is awesome! I was on Cloud nine.Then Quarantine happens. Not to rub it in people faces… but being stuck together at my apartment created a a fast-tracked version of a bout of blissful intimacy. I live alone, so he would come over just about every other day. We filled the time with so many fun things- we baked weird stuff, played Trivial Pursuit, made fun dinners, built a bird feeder, went on hikes, binged TV shows. Stay up all night listening to music and laughing, sometimes having sex 4 times a day…3 times in one night… we couldn’t get enough of each other. We would just lay in bed and stare into each others eyes. It was like something out of a movie. We both have 9-5 corporate jobs, so we would work from home together as well. It was hilariously fun.As I got to know him in this intimate and accelerated courting situation, he presented to me a stable, loving, honest, intelligent and loyal man with strong values that aligned with mine.As all couples do, we shared our past relationship baggage/history. So out it comes….He had just broken up with his “girlfriend” (this is what he called her) of five years the previous summer. So he had been single for just a few months before meeting me. He said they were two different people who weren’t compatible and had no right being with each other. He said that she suffered from severe mental illness and depended on him emotionally and financially and despite being an adult woman, couldn’t support herself in any way. They met in a PHD program while in London (he’s British, she’s American) and said she was on a myriad of prescription medication and exhibited self-harming behavior.. He described it as a toxic relationship, devoid of sex and intimacy. They both moved to Boston a few years ago together and that after the break up, he said he no longer had contact with her and she lived upstate on a farm with her family and a dog they had bought together like a month before they broke up. (they bought the dog together, not the farm)It sounded messy but hey, it’s in the past. Everything is great. We’re together, life goes on. I think nothing of it, or her.Fast forward a few weeks later, he comes over to my house and as I’m cooking dinner for us, he flippantly mentions that he just got back from the farm where he had been hanging out with his ex-girlfriend and dog all day. Like so casually, as if he had just said “yeah I had a 6-inch footlong tuna at Subway for lunch”. I was floored, started shaking and just couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I was confused and felt threatened and insecure.Apparently he had driven 2 hours up to the farm where she works and claims to have “barely even exchanged 5 sentences with her” and “he just went to see his dog”. So of course I get quiet. I don’t even know what to say. He asks what’s wrong, like as in he has no idea how I could possibly be bothered by this. I explain to him that I feel that seeing her is inappropriate and I feel threatened by it. He seems surprised and says it was no big deal and he will continue to do it because he loves and misses his dog. No reassurance at all, no apology… nothing. We eat dinner in silence and I finally tell him I feel like I am second in priority to a fucking DOG and he isn’t taking my feelings into consideration.I ask him to leave. He does.He contacts me the following day and tells me that after after thinking about it, he realizes that since it bothers me, he won’t ever see her or the dog again. I felt like I had possibly come off as slightly controlling but I believed I wasn’t being unreasonable. I had been cheated on by a boyfriend in the past (his respective ex was the other woman) so this issue was a huge point of pain for me and knew this.So then things go back to normal.. or so I thought.This past Friday, while on the couch snuggling together, I see a text message notification pop up from the ex girlfriend. He slides it away and flips his phone over. He then spends the rest of the night faced away from me texting and giggling with a sly smile. I was gutted and knew something was up. After I had just cooked him homemade manicotti. THE BASTARD.We go to bed and my mind is racing. I can’t sleep. I know this is emotionally immature and an invasion of his privacy, but after he fell asleep I took his phone into my living room to look through the messages. I find what was my worst fear, he had been carrying on with her continuously without pause. I’m not sure if they ever even broke up. The messages went back even before we had met and the latest was just a few minutes before he fell asleep in MY BED with the mother fucking wine I BOUGHT in his stupid stomach. Good for her. There were many messages, hell, they even texted each other more than he and I did. He would send us both the same memes and funny twitter posts. To her credit, her responses were funnier than mine. Good for her.As I went through the messages I discovered they saw each other almost every other day (I am actually shocked at how he juggled his time so well between us). All of the messages coordinating hangouts was him pursuing her and asking her to hang out. Telling her she is cute. Saying I miss you. Driving two hours to help her move or work on their farm. She even cooked him a birthday dinner. He told me he was with his mates that’s night. Stupidly, I spent the whole night painting him something beautiful and making a ten hour braised Osso Bucco for him while he’s over at her house eating fried vegetables with staring at her dead-eyed troll looking ass.So I stayed up all night and even recorded the messages on my phone for evidence so he couldn’t try to deny anything. I popped a Xanax so I could stay calm and not break my remote control over his stupid head when he woke up. He finally woke up at six am, I told him to sit down and told him what I saw.The blood drained from his head and he started to string along a myriad of explanations… that they were “just friends” and that he feels indebted to her because she is suicidal, mentally unstable and not self-sufficient. He claims that she has no one else to talk to, has no friends and her family is pure abusive trash (even though she lives with them and they all run a non-profit farm that helps low income people eat healthy foods, what monsters they must be!)He feels like he has to take care of her because she is such a mess and a danger to herself yet this woman is a professor at a large university and is head of a farm, so I don’t know how much of a mess she could possibly be. It all sounded like a bunch of bull, but was entertaining watching him attempt to deny and lie what I had just seen in plain black and white text. I then ask him if they were married, because a text message had referenced a $2400 stimulus check and he said NO, they were just engaged. I asked him if they were still together, he said no. The cherry on top was that at no point did he apologize.He claimed that they barely talked and hardly ever saw each other, which was so brazen considering he knew what I had just seen. He said that he can’t stand when she opens her mouth and just complains all of the time. He also said that his therapist has been urging him to break communication off with her because she is toxic. Not sure if this is true. The most hurtful part of all of this is is that the day after he swore he would never see her again, he texted her asking if he could come see her and then drove up to her place to hang out.After about 15 minutes of talking, I couldn’t deal with any more of his crappy attempts at explaining so I just asked him to leave.The next day he called me and admitted to me that they were in fact married, still married and they got married in England so she could stay in the country. Is this even a thing? I asked him if they were intimate since we had been together and he said no.He keeps calling me to talk but I deny his calls. I was in love with this person, deeply. The idea of never seeing him again makes me so so so sad, yet I don’t know how this emotion can possibly exist inside me considering how much pain he’s caused me by lying, repeatedly. Should I at least hear him out even if we don’t reconcile? And if we do decide to somehow make it work, how does one even operate successfully as a couple after such breach of trust? He lied multiple times and he is swearing that this is an isolated incident and doesn’t reflect who he is as a person and his core values. My self esteem is pretty low right now and I feel like someone stuck a Taco Bell spork into my chest cavity.TLDR- My (ex, I guess) boyfriend had been hanging out with his ex-wife while we were dating who he claimed to never be married to and is trying to reconcile with me. Where do we go now? via /r/dating_advice

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#MarchForOurLives Advances Globalist Tyranny Through Gun Control

On March 24th, a coordinated series of protests under the hashtag #MarchForOurLives took to the streets in Washington, DC and other U.S. cities to demand the infringement of our Second Amendment rights, spurred on by a solitary incident in Florida that, though heart-breaking and tragic, had no wider implications other than the abject failure of government from the federal level on down, which is basically par for the course.

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Well, it would seem to represent nothing more than the fact that government is hopelessly incompetent, but several of the Stoneman Douglas High School students killed were Jews, as was one of the teachers; over 40% of the student body is Jewish. Plus, Parkland, Florida, which one rabbi tells us is;

“a small community where nearly half the population is Jewish,”

Parkland is also incredibly affluent. Could this have something to do with the fact that this is being framed in no small part as an explicitly “Jewish issue” in addition to being a blight on our humanity?

According to Natalie Lifson of Haaretz, the shooter, Nikolas de Jesus Cruz, had a “well-documented hatred of Jews.” She goes on to frame the shooting as an “anti-Semitic attack” but it was no more an anti-Semitic attack than Stephen Paddock’s Las Vegas slaughter was anti-white; how does Lifson respond to the fact that the Stoneman Douglas shooter was also Jewish? She doesn’t. She does go on to wail:

Ironically, the erasure of the Jewish aspect of Cruz’s massacre continues. The memorial for the dead students and teachers, located at Pine Trails Park, consists of 17 crosses, one to represent each of the dead. It is pretty tone-deaf to “honor” Jewish students in death with symbols of another faith.

More importantly, in assessing the March For Our Lives, Lifson happily notes:

It’s good to hear that the march has targeted not only guns but the intersection between bigotry and gun violence; that dangerous, racist ideas that cause people to view other people as subhuman are primarily at fault.

Watching the Jewish kids from #Parkland make change, hand-in-hand with their brothers and sisters from black communities, ravaged by gun violence for decades: this solidarity & love trumps any manufactured hatred & misunderstanding #JewsDemandAction

— Stefanie Iris Weiss🌹 (@EcoSexuality) March 24, 2018

Ah, there it is. In viewing Cruz’s slaughter as an extension of “racist ideas,” there is the explicit acknowledgement that Judaism is a separate, distinct race, though bound up in the reductive analysis of “racism” and “hate” from the fourth-grade intellect that is Natalie Lifson is the contradiction of a Hispanic Jew killing other Hispanics and Jews as racism, unless of course, she views Cruz as acting out a distaste for whites, mulattoes, and Asians while simultaneously being a self-loathing Jew. Lifson’s entire argument makes no sense unless viewed through an ideological prism. As Jim Goad says,

“I don’t know what the Jewish Question is, but I’m pretty sure the answer is ‘anti-Semitism.’”

Also trending on Twitter on the 24th was the March’s related hashtag #JewsDemandAction.

Rabbi David Steinhardt wrote:

This is the time for a call to action. I am angry that this country, supposedly an advanced civilized place, has not been able to pass proper legislation for sane and reasonable gun control. Seventy-nine percent of our citizens oppose the sale of automatic weapons like the one used [in the shooting], and yet our legislators have failed to act. WE ALL KNOW WHY. To a large degree, it is because of the power of the NRA’s congressional lobby. This must be called out again and again. Please check out the amount of money given to our political ‘leaders’ by the National Rifle Association. One of our senators, Marco Rubio, has received over 3.3 million dollars in campaign gifts from the NRA. How will he vote on different aspects of gun legislation? We see his history. Is it a surprise? Emphatically, NO.

#JewsDemandAction for universal background checks, bans on assault weapons & high capacity ammunition magazines. We will NOT stand idly by. Following the lead of our @NFTY teens, we’re taking action today, tomorrow, and every day until we end gun violence. #MarchForOurLives pic.twitter.com/aH66NbC9CB

— The RAC (@TheRAC) March 24, 2018

Aside from the fact that the “automatic weapon” in question was not automatic, the NRA-as-villain trope is extremely disingenuous, especially since most of its endowment is from dues-paying members, unlike the March For Our Lives sponsoring organization Everytown for Gun Safety, founded and primarily financed by Jewish billionaire Michael Bloomberg. Bloomberg, incidentally, has some very interesting views on minorities and firearms:

"Cities need to get guns out of the hands of…male, minority, and between the ages of 15 and 25 [individuals]…95 percent of all murders fall into this category…[They] think they’re going to get killed anyway because all their friends are getting killed…It’s a joke to pull the trigger."

I’m not being flippant—that literally sounds like someone on the Alt-Right. I’ve actually heard quite a few Alt-Right commentators voice this idea. That aside, returning to Rabbi Steinhardt’s framing of the NRA as this all-powerful machine that controls the politicians under its sway like gun-mad marionettes, it’s important to keep in mind that the NRA really does not have the kinds of resources at its disposal that the media machine would have people believe. Its endowment is $75 million, whereas the Anti-Defamation League (which “fights anti-Semitism and hate”) has a $144 million endowment, and the Southern Poverty Law Center has a $319 million endowment!

Thanks to @MaxineWaters for meeting with us. I’m here with @TheRAC and 300+ #RACLTaken teens to demand that Congress end it’s shameful inaction on gun violence. How many more lives must be lost before we act? #JewsDemandAction pic.twitter.com/bSS6veUv8s

— lexie (@lexkorks) March 21, 2018

Yet the NRA, which advocates for protecting our Constitutional freedoms, is framed as the bad guy, and the ADL and SPLC, which advocate for infringements on our rights, are somehow quoted word-for-word in press release materials as unquestioned moral authorities on all issues pertaining to “hate.” What does gun control have to do with Southern poverty? We now know what it has to do with anti-Semitism courtesy of Natalie Lifson, but where in either group’s mission statement does abridging fundamental human rights and supplanting them with “human rights” of the Bernie Sanders variety—himself a kind of carpet-bagger in Yankee Vermont with his particular Midwood, Brooklyn, New York sensibilities—occur?

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The Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) paints a grim picture of Americans who support a constitutional amendment, calling them, at turns;

“radical,” “combustible,” “Second Amendment Vigilantes,” “isolated, unbalanced, and gun-toting men with scores to settle,”

And a slew of other labels with no factual substantiation. The fact that we are at a point in our nation’s history where supporting the Bill of Rights has become a radical position is nothing short of terrifying, and as whites become a minority and a greater percentage of college-indoctrinated youth come to believe in concepts such as “gun control” and “hate speech,” we are, to be blunt, doomed. The SPLC referred to the Ludwig von Mises Institute as “neo-Confederate adjacent with neo-fascist sympathies,” and they’ve used the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon to tie anyone from Murray Rothbard to Stefan Molyneux to the Ku Klux Klan.

#JewsDemandAction meanwhile in Israel..... #MarchForOurLives pic.twitter.com/kkLf18jOqU

— Costanza Groyper (@CostanzaGeorgie) March 24, 2018

The Daily Caller is tarred as “white nationalist friendly” because of Charlottesville or something. The level of intellectual dishonesty with these people is appalling, but it is not shocking. There is a very clear agenda at work here, and it is to silence all dissent to demographic displacement and, even more importantly, prevent anyone anywhere from ever noticing certain patterns of behavior. John Derbyshire writes “racist screeds” (I wonder how his mixed-race children feel about the fact that their father is a racist), “hate website” VDare.com is a “major hub for white nationalists and anti-Semites” (once again, no substantiation to the claim), and American Renaissance is “overtly white supremacist.” I’m not a litigious sort, but I am positive these claims are grounds for libel.

YouTube relies on the SPLC to flag videos that are deemed to have offensive content, which explains why any videos even tangentially related to guns—from weapons maintenance to firing exhibitions to product reviews—have been removed. They approach “gun control” with almost the same vehemence that they approach the curtailment of freedom of speech! The SPLC includes under its definition of Holocaust Denial the “minimization of its extent.” This is, obviously not denial in any way, but much like they and their kindred spirits at the ADL’s premise of “fighting hate,” it is an Orwellian construction. Hate is an emotion, not subject to rationality or reason. It is also, consequently, highly subjective. Simply by pointing out the fact that we only have a documented death toll of 2.4 million Jews as of June 1943 and everything after that is conjecture is Holocaust Denial (proper noun of course) and would find me subject to fines and/or imprisonment in a slew of Western countries.

At least the ADL is explicit about its mission to “stop the defamation of the Jewish people” (presumably at any cost); the SPLC is much more discreet with its motives, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t pursuing ideological warfare. What do the SPLC’s Jewish Co-Founder and Board Emeritus member Joseph Levin, Jewish President J. Richard Cohen, Jewish Legal Director Rhonda Brownstein, Jewish Director of the Southeast Immigrant Freedom Initiative Dan Werner, Jewish Intelligence Project Director Heidi Beirich, Jewish “Teaching Tolerance” Director Maureen Costello, Jewish Deputy Legal Director (Children’s Rights) Zoe Savitsky, Jewish Director of Florida Initiatives David J. Utter, Jewish Director of Educational Advocacy Jerri Katzerman, Jewish Managing Editor Sean Price, Jewish Curriculum Design Manager Thomas Ronk, Jewish Staff Attorney for the LGBT Rights Project Samuel Wolfe, Jewish Director of the Juvenile Justice Policy Group Danielle J. Lipow, Jewish General Counsel Attorney Jim Knoepp, and Jewish Board of Directors members Bennett Grau, Jocelyn Benson, Marsha Levick, Howard Mandell, Lida Orzeck, Alan B. Howard, Pam Horowitz, Ellen Sudow, and Elden Rosenthal want?

To quote Jewish former Senior Fellow at the SPLC Mark Potok:

“Our aim is to destroy [the groups on the SPLC’s Hatewatch List] completely…We’re trying to wreck the groups. We’re trying to destroy them. It’s strictly ideological.”

This list includes American Renaissance, the American College of Pediatricians, the Center for Immigration Studies (CIS), the Federation for American Immigration Reform (FAIR), the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, the Occidental Quarterly, the Proud Boys, VDare.com, and White Lives Matter.

Since the shooting in Parkland, I've been so moved by the prophetic voices of @NFTY teens & other young Jewish leaders. Theirs is the generation that will repair our world. This week I'm using my profile to amplify their messages. Stay tuned & be inspired. #JewsDemandAction

— Rabbi Jonah Pesner (@JonahPesner) March 20, 2018

It’s never “just” about guns; as Natalie Lifson delighted in pointing out, it’s the intersection between “bigotry, gun violence…and racist ideas.” Washington Post writer Adam Winkler noted with great satisfaction that as America becomes less rural and less white, “The NRA Will Fall. It’s Inevitable.” Hadassah (The Women’s Zionist Organization of America) has publicly backed Congressional legislation to restrict access to firearms and further infringe on our Second Amendment rights. As far as Hadassah is concerned, here is what else you get:

For #WorldPoetryDay, here’s @HadassahMag on activist and poet Emma Lazarus: “Her immortal words on the base of the Statue of Liberty remain a potent symbol linking immigration policy and women’s rights.”

On International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination, we must renew our commitment to speaking out against racism, white supremacy, and neo-Nazism. #Hadassah #Israel #Peace #IDERD

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What's next, NFTY? We may be done marching, but the fight for gun violence prevention has just begun - & #JewsDemandAction. Join us: https://t.co/8M9zzWeFU5 pic.twitter.com/ewI9mey6Fx

— NFTY (@nfty) March 25, 2018

If you haven’t already, are you starting to see how all these things—gun ownership, demographics, immigration, the highly-flexible notions and constantly expanding definitions of “racism,” “white supremacy,” and “hate”—are all interconnected? Jewish billionaire Nathan Kirsch funds Julius Malema’s anti-white Economic Freedom Fighters party in South Africa. Can you see where this road ends?

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Evaluation of my speculative design project.

My latest project was based on speculative design and the advancements of technology, Robots in particular and how they will effect our society/civilization in the future if they advance to the point of that they develop human instincts and emotions.

I started the project with a horror theme because the work of Jorge Luis Borges intrigued me to say the least at the end of his short story he talks of a monster but only describes it in generic mathematical terms. This got me thinking what would that monster have looked like, so I then tried to imagine what the monster would have been like through a series of drawings.

These drawings would Inspire some of my later works in the project and I toughly enjoyed this process as the description that Borges gave was very limited therefore meaning that I could create any monster that I liked,I created many drawings,the style of my drawings reminded me of comic book drawings .

I think that I drew my drawings in a comic book style because it made them look more interesting and imaginative compared to if I drew high quality pencil tone drawings because they give of a childlike feel and children are normally the ones that tell monster stories.

The fact that my drawings represented a comic book feel made me look into horror comics which were most prominent in the 1940-1950s and were mainly read by children however they were eventually abolished because they were too graphic and scary for children they argued that it may influence bad behavior in children.

I really liked the 50′s style comic books and I felt that my drawings are gave off a very similar style so it was at this point I started thinking about incorporating the 50′s style comics into my work to pay homage to this era of comics.

This also got me thinking about what tone I wanted my work to represent did I want a really dark horror theme or did I want to look at horror in a different way?

After giving it some thought I decided to still use horror as a theme but a more comical sort of horror that just entertains rather than scares because I want my work to be fun, The reason for this as I want the main purpose of my work to be fun/entertaining and when you look at the horror genre over the last 50 years it has been miss represented, in the early days horror was just derived from crime stories it wasn’t about vampires and the apocalypse but was meant for pure entertainment.

Whilst continuing to work on my drawings I knew that I would have to narrow them down to one monster as I had a variety of creatures from robots to one eyed monsters, I found the robots to be most successful so I chose to take the robot characters forward this was a important moment in my project because its this decision that influence everything else.

Once I knew that It was going to be a robot that I take forward and use for my story, I then had to think about what kind of story that I wanted to tell this is the moment when I came across the book speculative everything.

Speculative everything is a book that imagines what the future might be like by looking at design and the advancements that have already happened it also discusses what might happen in the future and what negative impact technology has already had.

I was inspired by this book to base my comic book story and my project on speculative fiction because it is a very intriguing subject and when you look into technological advancements that have already happened they are not all beneficial to our society, the phone for example reduces human interaction therefore reducing communication because everyone is glued to their phones.

Also when I thought about the idea of basing my project on the future that we are afraid of it made total sense because we are most afraid of what we have no knowledge off and no one really knows what the future holds.

After knowing that I would create a comic book story that was based on speculative future I then began writing my first draft for my story, I felt that the first story that I wrote was too far in the future and it had a very terminator feel the main advantage of this story is that I created the character Dr Sato which would be integral to my story going forward as he is a scientist that owns one of the robots from my story.

I found writing the story to be a challenge because I hadn’t really wrote any stories of this kind previously but I thoroughly enjoyed the process and was surprise about the kind of things that I could imagine within my futuristic story.

Whilst working on my story I also drew a more refined drawing of both the robot characters and Dr sato as I knew that these characters would be very important going forward and I felt that its easier to write about characters within a story if you know what they look like because you can tell a lot about someone depending on what they look like.

Another thing that I did was I created a character Bio for Dr Sato which would give his character a origins story and bring more context to his character within my story. I found creating an origins story to be very useful as it allowed me to bring my character to life, character bios are something that a lot of comic book companies do to help you get to know characters therefore I found it to be the best way to bring more context to mine and it worked really well in my opinion.

Around half way through the project I realized that everything that I was doing was to help tell a story and entertain but I felt that I had got away from the question what would my monster look like?

It was at that point that I was inspired to make a sculpture because it was something that I had always wanted to do as I have mainly worked with 2D processes and you could argue that a sculpture can help to tell a story just as much as a written piece of work.

After several drafts I finished my comic book story, as I developed the story after each draft it became stronger as a story and I developed a passion for the writing of my story it was something that I really enjoyed creating it got to the point where I started to think about every detail of the story.Everything had a reason and on reflection I feel that this is very important when story telling as it brings more context and character to the writing of the story making it more fun to read.

My sculpture took around two months to make from start to finish again I found this to be a challenging project because it was something that I had no experience in and sculpture is very difficult to get right.

It took 5 sculptures and many different processes to get the look of my comic book character because my robot had to be smooth, sleek and machine like which are qualities that are hard to create when working with plaster and clay.

Whilst working with plaster and clay I made several mistakes however after working in these processes for a while I now feel confident in sculpture making, when first starting sculpture I questioned if I should even endeavor in the process because I knew that I would have limited to to create the piece and felt that I wouldn’t work well in 3D processes. i’m glad that I choose to pursue sculpture in this project as I am very happy with the progress that I have made in this field.

The overall sculpture was great as it represented the character from my story exactly as I imagined him in my drawings and I managed to capture the smooth, sleek futuristic qualities in the piece.

After writing my comic story which was very fast paced like that of a comic I then started to plan out how the comic book will work, by mapping out what would go in each box in terms of drawing and writing, this was very helpful as it gave me a better idea of how the final comic book would work and meant that I could get on with drawing my final comic book as I knew where everything would go.

The drawing stages of my project was also quite enjoyable because it was nice seeing everything being illustrated and bought to life through the comic book drawings, The drawing of the comic book was very time consuming as the drawings were very small and each one would take a considerable time to make to capture the right amount of detail.

Fortunately I had practiced drawing small comic book type drawings for my monster characters at the start of the project if not for this experience I would have probably found drawing the final comic book quite difficult as I am used to doing large scale drawings.

My creative writing also helped to tell a story but it focused on the emotions that the robot in my story was feeling as the story developed it was inspired by many different books that I had read throughout the project. The most significant was Isaac Isimovs I,robot series of books this gave me an idea of how robots might act and speak when they have developed emotion.

Once my final comic book pages had been drew and edited together with the text on Photoshop I was then finished and my work was ready to be presented together in the final exhibition.

The comic book pages were printed on parchment paper which gave the pieces the look and feel of a 50′s comic book and helped me pay tribute to the 50′s comic book era.

I decided on parchment paper after testing out many different paper types this was the perfect paper when making a comic book as it had the perfect weight,size and texture and also gave the classic comic book feel that I wanted to convey.

Seeing all my work together was great and I feel like all of the pieces complimented each other well because they had the connective tissue of the story running through them and the also created a comic book shop aesthetic, if you have ever walked into a comic book store you always see models and comic books displayed together that’s exactly the kind of atmosphere I wanted my work to represent when displayed together.

Overall I have found this project to be very informative and resourceful when considering the amount of skills that I have managed to develop in my own personal practice.

I started off having no knowledge of creating a comic book or a sculpture and after only two months I can now confidently work in both because of the skills that I have developed, I would definitely like to work in sculpture and comic book area again in future as I have found both very fun and interesting.

I would say that my pieces are highly successful as they all come together collectively to tell the speculative fiction story that I created and they are all made to a considerable quality considering I only had just over 2 months to complete the entire project.

#evaluation

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