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michizzfranzzzics · 4 years

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Compilation of 21st Century Literature analysis

1.)Start and End of Journey

The Story of the “anim na sabado ng Beyblade” is all about how you should value your life every second and express your love to your loved ones all the time because we don’t know when we will die. The Author of the “Anim na sabado ng Beyblade” is Ferdinand Pisigan Jarin. He is a teacher, singer and writer. He published the “Anim na sabado ng Beyblade” in way back 2013. We can learn many lessons in reading this story.

The “anim na sabado ng Beyblade” talks about the journey of Rebo and his father(Ferdinand) in fighting Rebo’s sickness called “Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia” wherein it damages the bone marrow of the person who has this sickness. Rebo is the second son of Ferdinand. Rebo is very energetic and loves to play toys especially the toy called Beyblade. But one day Rebo became weak and Diagnosed with Leukemia but Rebo bravely fights his sickness because he still wants to play toys with his brother and father. But Every week that passed Rebo becomes weaker and weaker but his dad and Rebo still don’t lose hope. But his father’s heart is already breaking when he saw his son suffering that’s why his father told Rebo to just rest already if he is already tired. And after a week Rebo died.

Jarin is just a simple father and person but he still has problems and tests in life. And he uses that emotion to tell to us the importance of time and life. He is just like us who also had personal problems but he didn’t give up in life

We can learn that we don’t know when our lives will end, so we should live our lives to the fullest. Just like a Beyblade it spins to its fullest but we don’t know when the Beyblade will stop.

2.)Love Poem

The poems, “Pag Sinabi Kong Mahal Kita” by Juan Miguel Severo and “Maihahambing Kita” by Marra PL. Lanot expresses the feelings of how to be in love and how love is very powerful to us human beings because it can change human personality and our outlook in life. These poems also want to say that love can make you a stronger person and intelligent in life. In the two poems, the poet reflects on how painful or how happy to be in a relationship. .

The first poem that is composed by Juan Miguel Severo talks about how a person do anything for love.In the poem, it says that “Pag Sinabi kong mahal kita ang ibig kong sabihin ay pagpapaguran ko ito” means even though how hard will be the trial or problem he will still pursue to get her love. It also implies doing everything in the name of love is very hard because you will not just be mentally tired but also physically. For example, when you court a girl, you will have to go to their house, buy her a gift, etc. Courting a girl is already hard for a man, but the poem said even though how hard it is if you really love that person you should know how to be patient. In other words, the poet tells us that love is patience and understanding. You should know how to wait when the right person will come to you. if your “the one” came to you already, you have to be both understanding of each other’s problems and fix it immediately. But if both of you or one of you have no understanding, your relationship will be broken.

Moreover, the literary devices that helped this poem to arrive on that message are the hyperbole, rhythm, and rhyme. First hyperbole, the poet is very exaggerated in some lines like “hayaan mong malusaw ako sa araw”. Second, the rhythm in this poem gives off the feelings of the persona that are given in every line with perfect beat and timing. Lastly, this poem has many rhymes that are given for the listener to get a good hearing while they are performing or when the readers read it.

On the other hand, the poem by Marra PL. Lanot talks about the comparison of the things that we use when we are sad, tired, or happy for the person we love.. Because in this poem, Lanot compares love to the things that the persona always uses or wants when he is happy, sad, or tired. It is represented by the lines “Maihahambing Kita sa kumot na kinusot ikinula, isinampay sa hangin at ambon ipinambihag ng araw para ipatong sa katawan ko sa gabing maginaw sa buwan ng Pebrero”. Base on this line, it means the person she loves was compared to a blanket or “kumot” that she uses when he is lonely just like the person he loves. The person she loves might also be like the blanket that always motivates her in times of her loneliness. This poem also wants to says that our loved ones are very important because they are like the things we need to survive because they always give what we need to live and survive which is love. This poem teaches us to appreciate or “pahalagahan” the love that is given to us by our loved ones because we will need all of it to survive and to live in this world.

Furthermore, the literary devices that I saw that are used in this poem is simile and tone only, . First Simile because many lines in the poem were exaggerated just like the line “Maihahambing Kita sa kumot na kinusot ikinula, isinampay sa hangin at ambon ipinambihag ng arawpara ipatong sa katawan ko sa gabing maginaw sa buwan ng Pebrero” wherein people can't be literary be a Mantle or “kumot “that can protect or lessen her coldness.Many of the lines in the poem were poetically called to something else just like the line “Maihahambing Kita sa kumot na kinusot ikinula, isinampay sa hangin at ambon ipinambihag ng arawpara ipatong sa katawan ko sa gabing maginaw sa buwan ng Pebrero” wherein the mantle or kumot was compared to the person she loves. Tone because it also has a feeling and tone while the readers were reading it and it also has a timing just like the poem that was made by Juan. And lastly, it has a rhyme in but not that much.

In conclusion, the lesson that I learned in these two poems is love being the key to peace here on earth. There are different kinds of love, but all the same, it helps us to be united. One more thing that I’ve learned in this poem is love can control anybody and love is the most powerful weapon to have unity, especially in our situation today because if you know how to love you will eventually learn how to respect and eventually the result is the peace that we want ever since.

3.)The Last El Bimbo

The musical “Ang Huling El Bimbo” shows a lot of things about friends. It shows here how a friend really cares about his/her other friends even though they are far from each other. In particular, Joy in this musical never forgets her friends even though her friends almost forget about her. This musical also pertains that friends will always stay (at heart) with you even though you are far away from each other. I gain many lessons in this musical that I can use in my own life and one of them is we should find a friend that is like Joy that will never forget you even he/she is in pain. Based on my own perspective, the thing that the musical play made it interesting is the lesson and the real meaning of friendship in real life. I can relate on the things that happened to the four main characters of the story. Because of the many things that happened to them, their friendship had almost forgotten everything about the happy memories they had together. It all starts when Joy was raped while they are having an outing and celebration for their graduation. The Three friends of Joy are Emman,Hector and Anthony.The three friends of Joy became afraid of what happened to her and so made them forget all of the things about their friendship. As time goes by, Joy still remembers them. She is the one who gives them the determination and inspiration in life. However, they only knew how Joy really loves and care about them when she died and her child told them how her mother missed them. The lesson that I got from this is don’t forget that we have a friend in the times that we are really down because of our problems in life and always choose a true friend that will join you in hardship and success.

The story shows how friendship is very important in our lives and what really friendship is in the reality .In real life, we can’t survive without others or without our friends because they are the ones who help us in times that we don’t have hope anymore and sometimes they are also the ones who understand more our problems than our family members. We should be careful and mindful of choosing friends. In real life many of our friends are only with us if there are happiness and joy but if it came to problems and in pain, they will be all gone. Just like what happened to the main characters of the play, the three friends of Joy has been all gone after the rape incident happened but I can still say that they are Joy’s real friends because they repent and become guilty after Joy died because they decided to raise and to become the second father of Ligaya. . So, we should always find true friends even though they are just a few of them, but they will always accompany you in sadness and in success.

We always value, remember and acknowledge someone's importance if they are already dead just like what happened to the three friends of joy who only remember Joy’s contribution to their life when Joy is already dead. One more truth in life that has been portrayed by the characters in the story is we always Pointing someone if there is already an accident or tragedy or problems that happened but we are really the one or sometimes no one of us really has fault just like what happened to joy’s friend.They point each other when the incident happen but joy is the only one who saw that none of her friends has the fault on what happened to her.

In conclusion, Friendship is very important to each and every one of us because friendship is one of the fundamental keys in having peace on earth. Friends are also important to each and every one of us because friends are the ones who always help and Fill out the love or something that we need that our family doesn’t give to us. Friendship is very important to each and every one of us because Friendship also means love wherein love can cure all the problems that the world has just like the peace that we don’t have in our world. Joy can be saved from her death if the three friends continued to support her because once they get the gist of the problem wherein Banlao was blackmailing joy they could have taken some precautionary measures to ensure Joy and her family's safety.

4.) The Rich People’s Aviary

The short story “Aviary” is a story wherein it reflects social problems and issues in our society we have today. The author of this Short story is Lesley Tenorio. Lesley Tenorio is well known for writing a short story. In fact, he was awarded as the whiting award winner and he is also a former stegner fellow at Stanford university. His example of the short story he whittled was the "Montress, L' amour, CA and the super-assassin he is now 48 years.

“Aviary” is a short story that reflects on the society in which we are the birds that are inside it and just like an aviary we also have a different clan or different statuses in life. There are poor, middle-class, and rich people. In other words the metaphor of the aviary might be in our communities social classes.

The three poor children are the ones who are in the lowest layer of our society just like the bird that is not popular or not that beautiful in the aviary or the smallest bird(the poor people) in the aviary. This small size bird has something beautiful and mystery out of it just like the people living in poverty. They are small and different, but they have something good that we don’t realize and see that’s why they remain poor.

The middle-class people are the people that have the ability to raise their family and to buy what they only need just like the middle-class bird in the aviary. Because in an aviary, there is also a bird that is just in the middle class wherein they can be appreciated but not that much for they are not that beautiful just like the middle-class people.

Lastly, Alejandrino and his Mother are the ones who want all even though they don’t need it. They don’t even help the poor and in fact, they are the ones who are creating poverty because they steal the people’s money and needs. Like in an aviary, only the big and popular birds were fed more even though they don’t need too much of it and the small birds were just eating a few that can cause them death.

Another metaphor used in the story are the dead birds. It reflects the environment and the poor people. The rich people destroy and remove the aviary and build a mall that the rich or the medium people is the only one who can enter that mall and the birds is still returning in the old place of the aviary but since it’s already a mall they just died because there is no food or shelter in there old home. The dead birds reflects on our poor and indiginous people where in their place was bought by rich people that’s why they just living in streets without food or shelter and as a result of that many of them is dying .Many poor people are ignorant about the different brands in the mall because they are not allowed inside the mall to explore and experience the different types of brands . In our present society, people always judge the poor that they are bad, thieves, killers, drug addicts, etc when they don’t even know why some of them do it. It is because of poverty caused by rich people. Some of them steal because they don’t have money to feed their family. Some of them became killers because they will die in hunger. Some of them sell drugs because their kids don’t have money to go to school because almost all of the money that is for poor people were stolen by the people in the position. For example, the mother of Alejandrino thinks badly about the main characters because she knew that they will do something bad.

In my opinion, the main characters here in the story are the victims. They are the victims of poverty and discrimination because they are just simple people, but they were discriminated against by others. However, they are just poor because the rich people stole something from them and they were judged because of their appearance.

In conclusion, the main point of this story is knowing how to respect others by not discriminating and judging someone because of appearance, race, or attitude. We should always prioritize the poor people in our community because they don’t have the power to say what their thoughts are and what they really need besides money. The story tried to free me in the way wherein I can freely help the country by helping people that are poor without any permission from anyone someday and someday the person that I help will also help other people.

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hellrager · 6 years

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THEMES & PREFERENCES QUESTIONNAIRE !!

aka, things i’ve always wanted to ask people / have people ask me. please remember to repost rather than reblog! happy munday ~ !!

what types of genres do you gravitate towards ? Depends on the character I’m on. For Damien that would be Crack / Adventure / Slice of Life / Horror / Splatter / Some Angst / and surprisingly Romance / Romantic Comedy. I say ‘suprisingly’ because I usually stay away from Romance themes on all my muses because they simply don’t work with them. However, with Damien this genre comes quite naturally, due to the nature of the game and I’m really enjoying it. Because its not this deep, cheesy, heartache kind of romance. But that awkward teenage romance where characters can act goofy, make mistakes without it causing a chain of needless angst threads following. It feels more natural when not everything is perfect and characters make stupid slip ups. Same goes for Slice of Life. A genre I usually stay away from for how utterly BORING it is. Works with Monster Prom though, because you can monsterfy boring ass everyday situations!

what types of genres do you gravitate away from ? Like I said, really cheesy romance or slice of Life. Also fluff. Like, don’t get me wrong, some fluff is nice. Especially with Monsters! But too much just gets boring and Damien isn’t the kind of guy that would cuddle up with you when you asked him to. Fluff is rare here but when it happens, it happens for a reason and says something about Damien’s character.

what types of characters do you most often play / enjoy ? The Bad Boys and the Manly Men. You know, your local rowdy, teachers have given up on, and who has a bad reputation for being a criminal and a lost cause, yet there are still people who want to get to know him and discover a lot of things about why he’s the way he is. Ahh, its my bread and butter. And on the other side, we have the whiskey drinking, kickass manly man type who rides a motorbike and has no time to ask questions. They always have stubble and a cigarette between their lips and say stuff like ‘I’m too old for this shit’ or call younger characters ‘kid’. You know, the type that would beat the shit out of my beloved delinquent boys. Also Monsters, if that wasn’t obvious. Make these two types monsters and we’re good. 👌 👌 👌

what types of characters do you seldom play ? female characters. I simply can’t wrap my head around how to roleplay them, even if it doesn’t matter? I mean, I could roleplay a female character the same I roleplay my delinquents but my head just can’t work with that. Female characters are still different - there is something about them that let’s you know that this is a woman and not a dude because the mun can portray this female character differently despite giving her a personality close to a guy. It’s fascinating but doesn’t work for me. I have never once in my life managed to pull off a female character and I simply enjoy my boys too much - so females will never, ever be for me. I prefer to just interact with the cool female muses around me. ❤ Also goodies two shoe ‘used to be a wimp but now I am a hero’ characters.

any pairing tropes you particularly enjoy ? BROMANCE ... I just really love the romantic comedy elements you can implement into this and even make it end up in angst? Where do you go from a romantic comedy to angst?? In a Bromance is where. Its just a genuine relationship of two dudes that just love each others company and then have to deal with their feelings and I think that’s great cause once they get over the awkward part, they still act like they did before. As in, being jerks to each other but deep down they know that they love each other’s stupid asses. I like it because its full of funny elements and if you do it properly, it doesn’t have to be cheesy at all. Another one I love is BullyxVictim. When the local school bully suddenly gets with the wimpiest kid he used to torture and nobody knows wtf happened and then the wimpy kid turns out to be a real emotional help for him and the bully tells the wimpy kid things that makes them learn about each other while still somewhat keeping that bully attitude. M’yeees.

any platonic tropes you particularly enjoy ? Siblings. I like how sibling relationships work like.. Having an older sister who is really badass and always helps you out, or an annoying little brother that pops in at the worst possible time. I think you can do a lot with that. Otherwise I really like big, scary men and little girls/boys as in some kind of father and adopted child relationship. You have this scary dude sit there with tiny teacups so the little kid doesn’t get sad, hah. Bonus points when the scary dude is also a monster that cuddles with the teeny character.

any antagonistic tropes you particularly enjoy ? BOI.. You came to the right person. Villains are my thing. I love villains. I can barely count the amount of villains in my hall of fame. To just name a few, I really like the crazy type. The kind of villain that has obviously lost their marbles. You can tell from the way they dress, act and everyone knows that they got a few screws loose which makes them really unpredictable and everyone is scared of them, even the other bad guys! ( for example The Joker or Vaas Montenegro ). Another type which is more of an Anti Hero Type, yet I count them as villains cause they put their life above others in order to reach the goals, they think are just. These gritty, dark types everybody tries to understand, yet their world view is so wraped cause they are so bitter. ( For example Alex Mercer ),

what are your preferred thread types ? It depends on the roleplay. I prefer to do crack in short replies to get a quick back and forth, in order to keep the current joke alive. Long posts don’t really work like that. But big plot roleplays or angsty roleplays where you have to describe how a character feels in this moment, has to be para. I love reading a lot about the other muse. The more information I get, the more I can work with it in order to write my own reply. I just think people should remember that you don’t have to describe exactly every little thing in detail ( like the weather etc ), otherwise reading gets tedious.

what are your favorite types of interactions ? On this blog, that would be Damien hanging out with his friends, them getting up to all kinds of shenanigans or Damien arguing with authority figures. Just so his punk side can really shine. I love when characters immediately find something to bond over, or end up hating each others guts. As long as its not this awkward back and forth, I take it!

what’s on your wishlist ? what sorts of threads / plots / relationships are you craving right now ? Oh man, I know that might sound kinda selfish but I’d really like to have more threads with people noticing that Damien isn’t being himself fully? Most of his classmates admire or fear him, but no one has picked up on how much he pretends to be someone he’s not entirely. Yes, he loves the shit he does and stands behind all his deicisons but he only publicly indulges in those things and not things he also wants to do, like the haircutting thing, simply out of the fear of ruining the image his dad’s kinda created for him with the way they raised him as some kind of warrior in a men household.

It would just really help me with character development because this is such a big part of his character and I think it makes his whole carachter way more interesting. And the relationships I mentioned above! Maybe even a combination of that. Gladly, me and @thezomblr already worked on something along those lines, in a way that we could both develop our muses and I’m really thankful for that ❤ ❤ I just invite everyone else to come to me with ideas like that, I would be all over it, trust me.

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xskippingheartbeats-blog · 7 years

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a little bit more about ncwyorker (ellie)

about you

Ellie, 21, GMT, no particular triggers. I’ve been rping for… almost six years now, jesus christ. I apply to a lot of the rps you run because I’m a creep and you always make such awesome rps and I’m always so sad when people don’t apply… So this seems like a good solution to that :p

about your characters

My main muses that I’m feeling at the moment are: Carey Dunne - Darren Criss fc, a 25 year old aspiring musician. Currently he waits tables/works at coffee shops, and sings in a cover band. He’s a bit of a playboy, came to New York a few years ago to pursue his dream of making music. He’s extremely loosely based off of Sebastian from La La Land. Wanted plots for him are pretty much anything. Meet cutes, someone to be his muse, whatever. Finley Dylan Blum - Emily Ratajkowski fc, a 22 year old up-and-coming model. Her parents are both in the industry, which gave her an easy in. Now she just has to date/scandalize her way into the public eye. She was born on the east coast, but after her parents divorced her mom moved to New York, so she’s been living in the city on and off for over a decade. I would looooove some sort of PR relationship plot for her. Kiera Mitchell - Hailee Steinfeld fc, her age isn’t exactly set in stone but probably around 18. She’s a rich kid runaway who left her tiny hometown - where her father is the Mayor - because her parents refused to accept her sexuality. She’s only recently arrived in the city, and she’s still living off her parents’ money. Plot wise for her I’d love an older queer girl to introduce this spoilt brat baby gay into the real world. Elodie Burns - Lily James fc, 23 years old. She’s lived in the city her whole life, and she hasn’t had it particularly easy. She’s a bit of a bad girl, and always has been. Currently her ‘job’ is being a sugar baby. She’d rather go on dates with gross older men to fund her party girl lifestyle than get a real job. Plots for her are pretty open. I’d LOVE an older male character for her, but younger guys are free game too. Wyatt Albright - Ansel Elgort fc, 21 year old college kid. He’s a completely shy, bookish nerd. Sexuality tbd, since he can barely work up the courage to talk to anyone, regardless of gender. He’s an English major in college, possibly with a focus on poetry. Plots for him would go between finding a kindred spirit, or finding some loud, extrovert to bring him out of his shell. I have a few more characters as well that I want to develop but I’m not 100% set on their fc/personality yet. I have a tomboy college athlete character called Harley Barker, who’s possibly gonna be an Alycia Debnam-Carey fc, and then I also have a deadbeat bartender girl called Hunter Allen who I might use Willa Holland for. ALSO for plots I’m obviously 100000000% down for as many different friendship connections as can fit under the sun. Roommates, same apartment building, high school friends, you dated my ex boyfriend wow wasn’t he a fucking jerk, etc, etc. Para samples can be found over here

anything else?

the only extra information i can think to include is that i’m currently doing a one year course to become a teacher, which is kind of crazy stressful, but I nearly always have time in the day where I’m trying not to think about work and wanna do some writing and this seems like a good place to do that.

#( about : ellie )#( about : players )#oocow #ncwyorker

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forevermizu · 5 years

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Too many thoughts

For the past several day, I've been in a really bad rut mentally with my anxiety and depression. Finally kind of crawling out a bit but my brain just has too many thoughts going through it and it's been extremely overwhelming. So here's just a rambling vent post to try and get some of it out. And obligatory on mobile so please excuse any spelling or grammar issues.

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Sometimes I wonder if part of my problem with my mental illnesses is based on where and when I grew up. Middle of fucking extremely conservative, end of the D.A.R.E. era, anything different is scary and wrong and you are wrong for being different Midwest nowhere U.S.A. And of course, as my beautiful lady luck willed it, I was different.

My mom used to say all the time, "She'll break down into tears if you even look at her wrong." Not in those exact words mind you because my mom was way better at phrasing it than me. But she was right. I was "sensitive" to an extreme. If I saw someone glance as at me, it might look like I was given the side eye or a stink eye. My brain would jump to, "Oh god. They're mad at me. What did I do? I don't know! I don't want them to be made at me!" And I would start tearing up. Oh I tried not to, getting madder and madder at myself that I was crying which just made me cry harder. And the other kids noticed so I became a target to bullies. I mean, I also made amazing friends, but the bullies would see me trying not to cry and decide that I needed to be put down further because nothing makes little kid bullies feel better than the tears of another.

And, mind you, that I had been this way my ENTIRE childhood. Like, I literally do not remember a time that I was not this "sensitive". Heck, I remember being like 4 at preschool and running to my mom at pick up because it was my turn to lead the pledge that day and none of the other kids would do what I said and even the teacher just sighed and told me to forget it and sit down. Then I was mocked the rest of the day because of how bad it went and how hard I was trying not to cry.

But everyone just told me to suck it up. That I need to stop being a crybaby and then it would get better. Like I wasn't already trying. Hell, in first grade, I accidentally stabbed myself with a pencil and started crying because it fucking hurt. We were reviewing the alphabet because it was like the first week or so of school and this was back when kids didn't have to know how to read and write before kindergarten. The para was trying to help me while the teacher kept going and asked for the next kid to give an example of a word that started with C.

"Crybaby. Cause (me) is a crybaby."

I had just stabbed myself with a number 2 pencil and was bleeding. The para had just noticed that the lead had broken off in my hand was still there. I felt like I was justified in crying. But the rest of the class didn't agree cause they all laughed. My teacher did tell them that that was very mean and took away a few points for some kiddie reward thing but that was kind of it. The para found a bandaid and slapped that on my hand and we went on with the day. Never went to the nurse either. I still have that piece of pencil lead in my hand and can still see it. So yay for a permanent reminder...

My friends were awesome and tried to help me but I don't think any of us realized that something was actually wrong with me. Looking back, I realize that I've always had some form of anxiety. Doesn't make any of it better but it gives me something to explain why I was the way I was. But back then, I didn't understand that other kids didn't freak out from looks because they just saw them for that. Looks. They didn't see the train tracks as a foot trap or every clap of thunder as a sign that a tornado was going to come. They didn't worry about what others thought as much because they could push it off better than I could. But I couldn't.

I had trouble falling asleep because the quiet let my brain wonder. So I started watching TV till I passed out not to stay up, but because I wanted my brain to stay quiet. Well, mostly for that reason. Toonami and Adult Swim was awesome for little me.

Anyways, like I said, my friends were awesome but when I looked around and saw what looked like everyone else hating me, it did a number on my self esteem and confidence. I just wanted others to like me. So, when all the teachers would praise me for being so smart or that I did something well, I soaked it up. I was a teacher's pet. And when the anti-bully movement swept through and told us to tell a teacher whenever we see bullying. Bet you can guess what happened next.

I became what everyone called a tattletale. If my peers didn't like me but I thought my teacher's did, I always went to my teachers for any issue. A kid knocked over my sand castle? Teacher. A kid called me a bitch (yes. In elementary school). Teacher. I heard some girls gossiping about another student. Teacher.

I didn't really stop to think how the other kids felt being told on. I just went to the teachers because that was what I was told and they already didn't like me, so what was the worse that could happen?

Well, it got worse for one. And soon some of my teachers started getting annoyed with me and saying that I just needed to stop...being me. Grow a thick skin. Stop provoking them. "If you stop being a tattletale, they'll like you more. Nobody likes them."

But they were the ones that told us to come to them when we saw bullying or if we were being bullied.

By the end of 4th grade, I think the only thing that kept me remotely sane was my few friends.

But our town has an overpopulation of the schools. They are constantly trying to shift around how the kids are separated out because none of the buildings can handle them all. Like, there were 5 or 6 elementary schools in town but only one middle school. So to help integrate and break up the amount in the middle school, we had intermediate school for 5 and 6th grade. There were 2 of these. My best friend went to one and I went to another. The rest of my friends were in completely different classes and I never saw them.

Suddenly, I was alone in school. Very quickly, all the kids grew to hate me, throwing me down to the bottom of the food chain. And the teachers either didn't care or didn't like me. This is about when, looking back, that I think my depression really started to develop. From about the age of 10 to 12ish, I was alone. Sure i made new friends but not in my class so i still didn't have anyone in the room to depend on.

Another important detail is, at least for where I grew up, this was when people didn't believe that depression was an actual thing. That it was a made up illness for lazy people. That everyone got sad. They just need to sack up.

Looking back...I showed WAY too many signs of depression that I really should have been noticed and diagnosed back then. But everyone just thought I was "sensitive".

And, because of what was being expressed by others, I angrily denied that voice in my head that said that maybe there was something to this depression. That maybe that's what was wrong with me. But that couldn't be right. Even if depression was real, what did I have to be depressed about? I had three square meals a day, pets, my parents loved me and my sister and were still together, I didn't have any reason to be depressed. Even when my mom had a heart attack. Even when my grandma died. I still had so much. How could I be depressed?

This was about when mother nature threw her hand into the lot and granted me my horrendous period. Suddenly, now I was always anxious, always depressed, but I was also always angry at everything. I was just...done with it all. When my grandma passed, I had to go through mandatory "grief therapy" in school. It made me miss my bus every day so my mom had to pick me up and had to sit and wait until she finished work to go home. I think this was about when I started to maybe think something was wrong about me.

But what could I do about it? I had seen commercials about medication for depression late at night but D.A.R.E. had beaten me over my head that ANY drug, including medications, was the absolute worse thing you could ever do. Medications were for people that needed them to survive. That had "actual" things wrong with them. Any other use of any type of medication was bad and just like using crack or meth.

Besides...telling anyone that I needed help would only bother others...and really, the only thing I could think of that would make it any better was if I just stopped existing. But whenever those thoughts came up, my anxiety would spike because, y'know...death.

My sister says I finally grew a back bone at the end of 6th grade but not really. I was still just as "sensitive". My hormones just made me respond in angry instead of crying. I still cried, but I was just so angry all the time. This continued through 7th. I didn't ask for help because what could I even do? There didn't seem to be anything that would ever make any of what was going on in my head better and easier to deal with.

Then my mom had another heart attack and we had to move. We moved to a smaller town and suddenly, while everyone still kept their distance and I didn't fit in, I wasn't hated. I could breath a little because yeah I was different, but there weren't as many others to worry about. I made new friends and created my own niche group. I was still constantly anxious and depressed and angry, but it was...better.

I met others that suffered from depression and were on medication. They seemed so happy and not...tired like I was from fighting all the time with my brain. It had gotten better during the day, but the silence of night brought with it thoughts of death. And I hated it. Hated myself for them. Others were managing, why couldn't I?

...I haven't gone to bed without the TV or youtube on since 10th grade...I'm 26 now...the silence brings too many bad thoughts. White noise makes my anxiety spike though. It has to be listening to some sort of talking.

But it was better during the day, most of the time, so that was good. Other than my friends, I avoided anything that would put me in large groups because I didn't want to deal with all that stress again. My mom still gives me shit for not joining the Honors Society because it would look good on my college applications.

Eventually, I got pretty numb to the world around me. The only things I really cared about were my friends and family, anime (yes I was a weeaboo/otaku), and writing. Some days, those were the only thing keeping me going.

Eventually, I met my future husband through fanfiction (go figure) and it started getting better. College sucked, but at least people finally noticed that I needed help. I finally got told that I didn't have to keep fighting like this. I started going to therapy and got.put on meds.

And holy shit, it was like overnight. I still had times of being anxious or depressed but no where near as bad. I could hold conversations without always being worried about how I came across or double meanings. I could start falling asleep without thoughts of death, though I still need something playing. I unlearned bad habits I developed to cope and learned new ones.

But more than that, I watched as the same world that had told me that I was wrong change to be more accepting of mental illnesses. I didn't feel as alone because others were going through similar things. I finally got to see that I wasn't wrong. Just different.

I still look back to when I was growing up and wonder how different everything could have been if just one person growing up had said that this kid needs help.

Well, I guess they might have. According to my mom, my teachers complained to her about having me tested for then ADD, now ADHD. And she did. But the docs said I didn't present the right symptoms. Except nowadays, docs realize that girls present with different symptoms to boys. Soooo...maybe something would have been noticed if they knew that now. But who knows.

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Sorry for the long rambling post. Just needed to get it off my chest. Might delete it later.

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squaredancing-weston · 7 years

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para || Braine: A New Path, 1/04/2017

Tagging: @mr-blainderson and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Wednesday Morning, 4 January 2017

Setting: Boarding Facility (and trails), Harrod, OH

Summary: Brody and Blaine both need to get away from Lima’s crazy, so Brody takes Blaine to learn the basics of horseback riding.

Part 1

Brody had texted Blaine the directions the night before, assuming his coworker probably was going to wake up at a normal hour. Brody himself hadn't slept much at all-- he just couldn't seem to keep his mind quiet long enough to get anything worthwhile-- and so he ended up at the barn ridiculously early a lot these last few days. The beauty of owning a horse really: between mucking, grooming, and basic maintenance, there was no shortage of work even before exercise. At this rate he wouldn't need to pay anything for upkeep this year. However, he already had one friend assuming the worst about him and didn't need another, so he simply told Blaine he'd be at the barn at 8, so if he wanted to come up and dress warm the older teacher would be more than happy to show him the ropes of riding. A day without drama would be a well-deserved break at this point, honestly.

Blaine jolted awake as his alarm went off, at first incredibly confused as to why it went off in the first place. He sat up slowly, bringing a hand to his throbbing head. He knew for a fact that he didn't drink that much the night before; maybe it was the reason why he drank that was causing the problems? Watching his friend almost self-destruct last night sucked, but when he first got the message from Marley that she was on her way to get him, he relaxed a little, but he was still on edge. So he grabbed a bottle of wine and drank. And evidently more than he intended. So there he sat in bed the next morning, intently staring at his phone, trying to figure out why the alarm went off. Suddenly it all came back to him. He cursed, effectively scaring Bing, who he promptly apologized to with a quick pat to the head and a promise of belly rubs later in the day. He quickly ran into the kitchen to put on some coffee and pour some dog food for Bing, before running back to his bedroom. He put on his long johns and then layered his jeans, a long sleeved shirt and another button down on top. He had promised the other man his cowboy best, had he not? Not to mention that he could already feel the chill from outside coming through. A short time later, he was walking out the door with his travel mug of coffee in hand and a sad pup yelping after him. Blaine had confidence he'd be okay, but it was still hard to just walk away.

Blaine made his appearance at the barn shortly after 8:30. On his drive, he had decided that it was probably best /not/ to bring up everything with Marley and Sebastian unless Brody did, though he really didn't expect that to happen. Brody didn't know that Blaine knew some details, and while he believed that Brody and he were pretty good friends, he wasn't sure if they were /that/ close. So he decided he would shelve it for now. He hopped out of his car and walked towards the barn, seeing a figure working inside. He perked himself up as much as he could, his small hangover still doing wonders to his personality and called out to him. "Hey, John Wayne, how's it hanging?"

Eight o'clock had come and gone, and while Brody hadn't made it seem specific, he didn't want to wait too long to get started. Blaine tended to be the more reliable of the people he knew, but he did have a new puppy, and things came up. So After giving Delilah a thorough brushing, he went to grab his extra gear out of his trucki to finish getting ready. He was already wearing thermals beneath his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, so he added a fleece vest and, after a thought, went ahead and grabbed his chaps. He didn't know if the weather was going to get rough, but they didn't do any harm. He'd started saddling his own horse up, his second cup of coffee steaming beside him, when he heard Blaine call out and turned around. Brody chuckled at the greeting. "If I had any gift for impressions, I'd give some variation of a Howdy Partner," he replied, leaving the mare and walking to give Blaine a friendly pat on the arm. "Glad you could make it out. I always forget that not everyone is willing to leave their bed so early during vacation. I swear, I've had people stay over that I've left the house, given Dee here a full work-out, come back, and they were still in bed." Not that Brody had really minded; especially recently, he'd kind of liked being able to come home to have someone to flop back into bed with, and Marley liked to cuddle-- so had Bas, funny enough. But he wasn't here to think about either of them, except, "Totally unrelated subject, but these--" he gestured to his chaps "--are actually completely utilitarian, so if we could lay off any innuendo, that'd be great." Normally he didn't mind the jokes, but really, after last night, he'd thought enough about Sebastian to last him a while. "Anyways, where are my manners? Why don't we get you acquainted?" the older teacher said, gesturing toward the two horses that were lazing beneath layers of blankets and saddles at the edge of the barn, obviously in no rush to walk out further into the cold. He patted the brown one, who nudged him affectionately in return, "Blaine, this is Delilah, and she will be your mount today. You be nice to her, and she'll treat you just fine." Brody nodded his head to invite the younger man closer, guiding his hand toward the mare's muzzle.

Blaine just smiled and shrugged, "I suppose I'll forgive you, any attempt at 'There's a snake in my boot!' will get you all sorts of brownie points." Blaine nodded, giving Brody his own pat to the back in response. "I'm glad I could too. I actually did mean to get here earlier, but when I woke up it took me so long to remember why I was awake, and then I wanted to set Bing up, and basically everything just took a lot longer than I had inticipated." He paused for a moment then continued. "Well that doesn't sound like too bad of a deal; if nothing else you get to feel like the productive one." Blaine was surprised at the request, as he realized where the thought probably came from, but he covered it with a smirk. "I'll take your word for it, but be warned that I may take time to observe anyway," he dead panned, trying to stifle his laugh.

Blaine: Blaine followed him inside the barn towards the horses and smiled as he watched Brody interact with them. There was just something about seeing someone so at home in an environment that gave you a cozy feeling. He let Brody guide his hand, but even so, he was cautious when he initially made contact with the horse. He had never been around horses before, but they always seemed like they deserved the utmost respect. Blaine smiled as he softly stroked her muzzle. "Hey there, Delilah," he said, fully intending the reference, "I'm Blaine. I promise to be a perfect gentleman."

Brody laughed. "Personally I'm more partial to 'I'm Woody. Howdy, howdy, howdy,'" he admitted, flapping his hand comically in reference. "I mean, I can understand how that wasn't really on par, but how do you beat a shark in a cowboy hat?" He nodded in understanding. "Honestly, I should have pushed this back-- Dee probably wouldn't have minded for the air to warm up a bit. But I like the open space." He wanted to say he liked being alone, but considering he was about to go riding with Blaine, that might give off the wrong impression. "But the pup's good?" he followed up, smirking at the younger man. "You managed to avoid his thrall and leave the house?" He gave a laugh. "Yeah, that's a good point. Although I worry sometimes that they'll wake up before I get back and think I snuck out on them in my own house. Which I did, but not for the same reason." At Blaine's warning response, Brody managed a half-smile and a shrug. "I suppose as long as you're aware I'm not trying to make trouble," he replied. Blaine definitely took well to the horses: cautious, but eager. Which was good, because the worst thing to be around a horse was nervous, in Brody's opinion. Not that he intended to tell the newcomer, but they could get jumpy if they thought there was a reason to be, so it was always best to be confident. Of course he made use of the lyric, but Brody just smiled. Like he'd said, by the time he'd picked her up she was already named, so now he just dealt with it. Better than the Samson refererences, anyways. "Aw, I don't think she doubts that for a second," he assured the other man, reaching into his vest pocket and pulling out a sugar cube to hand to Blaine before Dee caught wind of it. "These are given out sparingly, but since she's yours this morning, no harm in winning her over early." He grinned. Brody finished saddling up the horses-- he'd borrowed one from the stable owners to take out with them, and gave Blaine a quick rundown on how to lead a horse on foot. "Hopefully we won't have to do it much besides here," he explained as they trudged out to the trails. "But with the weather like it's been, you never know." As they reached an open space, Brody slowed up and began to help Blaine into the saddle, explaining the basics of posture and equipment. "She's got an easy temperament, so she'll go where you lead her," he told Blaine as he watched Blaine take Dee for a test walk. "Just take it easy, keep your grip loose, and hold on with your knees so you don't fall off."

Blaine laughed with him and nodded his head. "I will accept that as a substitute to an actual Woody impression, so no worries," he said through his giggling. Blaine nodded, pointing to his car. "I can always come back some other time if you think that would be better." Though he wasn't sure that would be any time soon. According to the radar, the temperature was actually supposed to be dropping over the next couple of days. He looked out over the open area beside the barn and nodded, which made him think twice about his suggestion. "Yeah, I can see that. It looks like a good way to clear your head if you needed it," he said, sounding nonchalant, but throwing in a subtle, suggestive nudge in his tone. He glanced back over to Brody, nodding. "Yeah, he's good. It took him all of 2 hours to get settled in. It's like he's been living there for months instead of days." Blaine smirked and nodded. "Yes, I managed to avoid the puppy eyes of doom to get here." Blaine just chuckled at his friend. "I don't imagine most people thinking that you would try to skip out on them by abandoning your own home." He grinned and shrugged. "Trouble is the furthest thing away from my mind. I know how to control myself."

Blaine looked down at his hand as Brody placed the sugar cube in his hand. With a small smile, he extended his hand to the horse to see if she'd take it, which she did. He giggled as her mouth sucked up the cube and continued to lick his hand for a moment, makings sure to get every last bit. After she was finished, he dropped that hand, bringing his other up to pet her head and scratch softly behind the ear. Blaine watched Brody intently as he saddled the horses, subconsciously running a soft hand through Delilah's mane. He was just amazed at the ease and quickness that the other man performed the task. He listened as Brody explained everything, taking the reins in his hand and following the other's lead. He nodded in understanding, feeling relatively at ease in the role of leading the horse. When it came time to actually climbing on board, he was a bit more hesitant; he didn't want to embarrass himself by falling, but there was also something unnerving about having control over such a powerful animal and that control would come once he was on the saddle. However, with a little help from Brody, he found himself sitting comfortably (though he knew that probably wouldn't last long) and he felt himself relaxing a little bit more. He followed Brody's instructions, loosening his grip on the reigns and tightening his knees just slightly, which did wonders to make him feel more secure. Once he was sure he was fine, he nodded to Brody. "Okay, I think I'm g-" He was interrupted by Delilah taking a step that he wasn't expecting. He let out a shaky laugh and patted her neck. "Okay, Delilah, I'll give you that one. But give a guy some warning next time."

Brody flashed a grin, glad to just be part of something easy and friendly. At least he didn't have to worry about misinterpretation with Blaine-- the younger teacher didn't really seem to have that sort of nuance to him, honestly, which Brody really needed a break from anyways. "Good to know." When Blaine gestured to his vehicle, the older man shook his head. "No, no-- I jut meant not everyone is ready to be awake this early. But both of us are up--" he gestured to himself and the horse "--so if you are too, then there's no problem at all." He nodded along with the younger man's reply, inhaling the brisk air, "Yeah, I guess that whole communing with nature, or the Beast, or whatever, right?" he added. God knew he needed to get the crazy of Lima out of his head, not that Blaine seemed to be aware of Brody's part in it. He was probably dealing with his own drama, being sucked up into Marley and Bas' inability to cope with their shit. It was infuriating, and as awful as it was to just pass it off to poor Blaine, Brody just didn't have the stomach for it right now. But hearing about Bing did make him laugh, "So he pretty much owns the place now?" he ribbed. "He's a little thing, right? Maybe once you get the hang of this you can bring him up and he can ride in a saddlebag." He laughed in amusement at his own idea-- it wasn't unusual for horse owners to bring up their dogs really; they just weren't normally the size of a large rat. "No, I guess they wouldn't," he agreed with a casual shrug. He'd kind of grown to appreciate his and Sebastian's arrangement of leaving him in bed while Brody left the house. It had been comfortable, thinking of it more as a morning routine and less as Bas sneaking out like some sort of tramp. But he wasn't here to think about that stuff. "Well that makes one of us," Brody teased, nudging the other man in the arm with a grin. Dee definitely was excited for the treat-- Brody grew up around horses, and his mother taught equine nutrition, so he wasn't as apt to hand out food without reason. However there was something to be said for food-bonding: it was quick, for one thing, and everyone liked to feed animals. Plus it gave Blaine the confidence to come closer still, pulling his hand through the horse's mane and assuring the girl. Blaine took to instructions well, thank goodness-- Brody admitted to himself he wasn't that great of a teacher, even though he was an excellent rider himself. But they made it out to the trail and after a little effort the younger man managed to scramble into the saddle. His knees tucked in, and his grip was loose-- it looked okay from the ground. When Delilah jostled him backwards, spooking Blaine, Brody couldn't help but laugh. "Whoops. Don't worry: if that's the worse she does, you're in good shape." He pulled forward the borrowed horse and fluidly swung his leg up and over, settling himself onto the saddle and playing with the reins to get a feeling for his new mount's head. "I think we're good," he announced, glancing over at Blaine. "You ready?" Blaine had implied he had a time limit, and he was a beginner, so Brody obviously wasn't going to take them out on the trail he'd found the other day. He didn't even choose the trails that Lucy usually rode, since Quinn's daughter had been doing this for a few years, even at eleven. Instead he turned at the path that would take them on a wide path, keeping his borrowed ride alongside and yet a little ahead of Dee and Blaine, a nice slow pace along the dirt. "So besides your new dog, how did the holiday end up treating you?" he asked conversationally. He felt a little guilty, but he didn't remember much about Blaine's vacation.

Blaine smiled and nodded in understanding, holding his almost empty travel mug up. "Well, in that case, I'm up. So we should be good." He watched Brody, taking a deep breath of his own and actually enjoying the brisk air that filled his lungs. Blaine nodded, smiling slightly. "I guess it would be all of the above in this situation? It's been a while since I connected with either. I'm hoping it's my cup of tea, to be honest." It's not so much that he minded being involved; if his involvement meant that this whole thing between all three of them would be over sooner, he'd take it. But with Sebastian acting like a child, Brody taking the quiet, brooding route, and Marley going into something of a mope, it was proving to not only be difficult to do so, but it was exhausting him. He chuckled along with Brody, nodding his head. "Unfortunately. He learned his way around the place pretty quickly." Blaine nodded again, bringing his hand up to help demonstrate the sizes. "Right now, he's no bigger than a good sized guinea pig. But he's also pretty young; only 10 weeks or so. By the time he's fully grown, he'll be about ye high," he said, leaning down and putting his hand level with his knee. "I think it's the poodle aspect." He chuckled, imaging a still small Bing poking out of a bag on the side of the horse. "You got me, that would be adorable." His eyes widened, as did his smile at Brody's teasing. "Wow, and I thought Seb was the only one I had to worry about."

Blaine shot him an embarrassed smile and nodded, relaxing again in the seat to get ready to start moving. He watched his friend start his horse carefully, following his movements and smiling smugly to himself when Dee started moving forward. Though he wasn't sure if it was because he actually did something correctly or if she was just naturally following the other pair. It took him a moment to get used to the movements and how his body moved when the horse did. But after a few minutes, he felt comfortable. He looked at Brody with a small smile. "It wasn't too bad to me. It was pretty quiet. Well, for the most part, obviously. But I played a show at Acoustix on Christmas Eve, since my family told me they weren't going to be able to come back to Christmas. But it kind of reminded me what music was to me, so it's encouraged me to dive back in a little bit." He was just rambling at this point, still in wonder at the fact that he was actually riding a horse.

Brody flashed a grin at the cup. "Trust me, I'm right there with you-- I've already had my second." Granted, his was more a result of lack of sleep than having trouble waking up, but saying it this way didn't invite awkward questions. He laughed as Blaine mentioned a lack of nature in his life. "Well, then, this is as good a place to start as any. Trust me, everyone likes a horse. It's genetic programming." Literally, Brody thought sometimes-- every time he mentioned having a horse, everyone was eager to start riding. He was never sure if it was just a conversation piece or people were genuinely that eager to ride something. "//Un//fortunately? Are you sure it was a good idea to leave him alone then? I'd hate for you to get back and have your place be covered in down as punishment for leaving him behind." Brody tilted his head in surprise as Blaine moved his hand down to his knee to show how big Bing was going to get-- he was just so used to little dogs by now, he guessed, he figured everyone was getting them. "Really? Well, I guess we could get you a very large one," he chuckled. "True, although you're lucky he's not going for the standard size right? Otherwise you'd end up with a bit of a monster." Brody chuckled, "Hey, always happy to offer potential pet bonding ideas. You know, with my vast dog-owning experience," he added with an ironic laugh. The older man could honestly barely remember the last time he owned a dog-- it had definitely been a family pet, that was for sure. Brody's features froze for a split second at the mention of Sebastian's name, but he quickly recovered and laughed in reply. Of course Blaine would have experience with Bas' antics-- it wasn't like the pompous peacock was shy with his personality, and considering how much back and forth they'd gotten into, it would be stupid for Brody to not expect the guy to be a basis of comparison for his own shenanigans. "Now come on; I like to think I'm a little better behaved than //that//," he responded with a smirk. Most trail riding wasn't really brain-surgery, and they were on a beginner's route, so Blaine picked it up easily, Brody was glad to see. He would have hated to prove that he was a sucky instructor by getting his friend thrown on his first time out. Brody raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You did? Man, I'm sorry I missed that one-- ironically the night I wasn't out." He nodded with interest, encouraging the man on, "I'm sorry you didn't get to see your family over the holiday-- that's rough. But it sounds like your set went over well-- what did you sing?" He looked over at Blaine as he explained his plans and smiled. "So, something you're thinking of pursuing for yourself? Not just teaching?" he pressed, giving a quiet laugh. "I admit, I still think about getting back into dance sometimes, especially around this time of year. If I wasn't such an old man, I might actually consider the idea seriously. But I mean, definitely let me know when you're going to be playing again-- I'm a really good performer enthusiast. Got my big foam finger and everything." He glanced past Blaine, nodding into the brush, "Deer," he pointed out matter-of-factly, making sure Blaine actually got the chance to see the nature he was coming out for. For Brody, it felt like kind of a Bambi moment, every time he came across one in winter, because he wondered how smart the animals could be, if, with all the noise he ended up making, they were just standing there staring. But Brody wasn't a hunter-- in fact, he was a shit shot all around-- so it wasn't like he was going to have to watch the thing die anytime soon.

"Oh, don't get me paranoid, I'm sure he'll be fine and forgiving," Blaine replied, but he was a little unsure himself. But, there had to come a day when the pup would have to deal with his owner leaving, but he hoped today would ease Bings mind by assuring him that he'd always come back. Blaine nodded. "He won't be the biggest dog out there by any means, but he'll be a bit bigger than your average toy breed." He laughed with a small shrug. "I was aiming for the perfect cuddle size and by golly I think I found it." He settled back into a smile. "So you've never had a pet before? In the dog, cat or hamster region?" Blaine noticed the quick hitch in Brody's actions, having momentarily forgotten about he entire situation. He shot Brody an apologetic smile, trying to hide his guilt before he grinned and sauntered ahead of him. "I guess you'll just have to prove it."

Blaine smiled kindly and shrugged. "It's okay, it's not like I really advertised it or anything. It was pretty last minute and I have a some pull with Ted, the owner, so I got the stage for the night." He scoffed and shook his head. "If this wasn't the third Christmas it's happened, I'd probably be more upset. My family and I...were not exactly what you'd call close." Between his brother's undying aspirations for acting, his father's undying bitterness about Blaine's orientation, and his mothers undying need to follow his father blindly, there just wasn't a lot of space left for family bonding activities. He found his smile again, though, as he thought about his performance that night. "It was your basic Christmas set, I guess. All the classics; Winter Wonderland, Let it Snow, Baby, It's Cold Outside, where I got a lovely volunteer to help with the duet on that one. And I ended on Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It was a good night. I hadn't had a night like that in ages." Blaine looked off in the distance thoughtfully. "I mean, teaching's great and it is a passion of mine. But music's always been my number one. It's the thing that tethered me when all I wanted was to fly away. I don't know if it's something I'll pursue as a career or anything, but it is something I want to pay more attention to." Blaine smirked. "Brody, I know we all joke about you being an old man, but you seem far from being incapable of pursuing it if you really wanted to." He nodded, shooting the other a shy grin. "I will, for sure, though I'd prefer it if you left the foam finger at home." He perked up and followed Brody's finger, eyes lighting up as he saw the deer. It wasn't like he hadn't seen a deer before, but the atmosphere was different this time that it felt like a real treat. "Wow," he muttered under his breath, looking around to see if there were more.

#ttl #Blaine Anderson #para #A New Path #p. Blaine #Harrod

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oxfordeliterp · 7 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, PEYTON!

You have been accepted to play the role of LANA CHAMBERS with the faceclaim of IM JINAH. Please create your account and send it to the main in the next 24 hours. I know that there was no other application for this role, but even if it were, I can’t imagine anybody being able to capture who Lana is as a person better than you did. The application is immaculate, beginning to end, and you are clear proof of not only a talented writer, who twists words around with incredible skill, but also an amazing, vivid story-teller. Your paragraph sample caged my heart and it is yours forever, for you developed, with just the right amount of humor and snark, a balanced dynamic that I would sell my soul to read more of. Maybe soon. Anyway, I cannot wait to see the things Lana has to do that keep her too busy for love, for she already is such an asset and I believe you’ve only begun unfolding her.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name and pronouns: Peyton, they/them pronouns

Age: 19

Time-zone: EST/-5 GMT

Activity level: It’s actually the end of the semester for me so I have a lot of free time! I’d give myself a 7/10 though because I do have a job, but with summer right around the corner I’d love to get back into roleplaying.

Triggers: None!

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Desired character: Lana Theodora Chambers

I love Lana because she is more than the stereotypical mean girl trope, having many hidden layers that make her only more complex. She’s unassuming with her background and scholarship, yet a shark in the water that no one at Oxford could have ever prepared for. She’s smart, witty, and acts like the ground is blessed the moment she walks on it. I admired the fact that Lana is so great and unapologetic about it because I believe there needs to be more female characters like that. A character like her is so important as she stays true to herself (even if she isn’t the most moral human being) and breaks the stereotypes that come with her kind of character. Gender and pronouns of the character: Cis female. She/her/hers. A crystal clear idea of what is meant to be masculine and what is meant to be feminine was ingrained in her from a young age. With her parents holding their more traditional beliefs, sons were celebrated, considered to be a great honor and cherished by their families, while daughters were but a small happiness. As the only child of the Chambers family, there was extra pressure for Lana to prove that she is a child to be proud of and oh how she has rubbed it in their faces.

Changes: I was just wondering if I could change her faceclaim to Im Jinah?

Traits: a m b i t c h i o u s → To say Lana aspires to be at the top would be a severe understatement. If she wants something, she fights tooth and nail and takes it. One thing people can say about Lana is that she has the uncanny ability to never give up. She’s worked too hard, put in too much effort to allow herself to slip now. In her hungry, unyielding eyes, she has yet to take everything the world owes her. When she’s surrounded by those who get whatever they want served to them on a silver platter, her perseverance and her determination will bring her on top of all of them. i n t e l l i g e n t → She learned four languages by the time she was seventeen. Auditoriums full of people would applaud after she played during her piano recital. Her poetry left those in awe as the words flourished, dripping down her chin like honey. She’d leave teachers singing her praise as she excelled academically, top of her class in every class, and captain of as many clubs she could be in. It’s impossible to deny that Lana has an impressive mind and may be one of the brightest girls of her age. Although she does not stand out quite as much in Oxford as she did back home, she isn’t going to let that inhibit her showing off her intellect in any way. She’s worked three times as hard as the rest of them and she’s going to prove her worth. r a t i o n a l → Lana is a fairly realistic thinking person. She’s goal orientated while keeping the important things the same. When she’s angry there are no fires burning down forests, and when she’s upset there are no oceans flooding cities. She watches Gwendolyn and her other peers and sees them for what they are– entitled dreamers without a care in the world. She’s the first to come up with a solution under pressure, the one to go to for guidance if she is willing to give you it, the one who keeps going despite any hardships. Lana is the type who appears to never lose her cool or allow herself to get carried away, if her head is in the clouds then she will lose sight of the path she’s been taking, both feet on the ground. i n s e n s i t i v e → To put it plainly, Lana cares for few people, and none of her peers at Oxford have proved show they are worth caring about. She’s got a tongue sharp as a whip and has no problem cutting even those she is friendly with down to size. She didn’t get into Oxford University on scholarship to make friends or to try and turn herself around. Her whole life has been taking what is rightfully hers, leaving bodies in her self righteous wake as she adamantly bulldozes her way forward. From what she knows, and she knows a lot, the world is a cruel place. Call her a cynic, call her immoral, call her a heartless bitch, she’ll just examine her nails and ask if you said anything important. i c y → If Gwendolyn is fire then Lana is ice, cold and calculating just like the slow touch of winter. She is fresh fallen snow, beautiful but it’s best if you do not touch. She’s the type of person to stare at you blankly when you approach her, not so patiently waiting until you walk away if you take too long to get to the point. Lana can ignore someone or rip their head off if they made the wrong move and honestly it’s impossible to tell which reaction she will go for. She is cold and harsh and comes off as someone who cares for so little it’s actually fairly alarming. c o n t r o l l i n g → It is no mystery that Lana loathes being held back and makes her own rules as if it is her own divine right. The moment she walks into the room she radiates power, and like so many others, said power goes right to her head leading her to be controlling and manipulative. She’s extremely perceptive and will store up gossip while oozing charisma that leaves people in awe the moment she opens her mouth. Lana is self serving and power hungry and will not allow anyone to stand in her way or let them inhibit her with their own issues. No exceptions.

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headcanons.

She’s actually changed her major quite a few times upon getting accepted into Oxford. From political science major to mathematics major to classical studies to biomedical engineering, Lana was actually unsure what she wanted to do. With such a brilliant mind she knew she was perfectly capable of doing just about anything. Finally, she has settled on pursuing a law degree and got into Oxford’s graduate program with flying colors.

Lana is an excellent dancer. While she enjoys many of her extra curricular activities, she’s been attending classes since she was little and it has a special place in her heart. With a ponytail tied tightly on top of her head, she would walk in with the same air of authority she has to this day. Unlike what her personality and appearance may give off, she loves ballet with a passion (although she occasionally she does contemporary dance as well), she can practice it for hours and relieve her stress that way. Her routines are impressive, like everything else she does, and when she was small her dream was to be a dancer.

Her father had left the family when she was too young to remember, not that she cares if he ever comes across her mind. It isn’t something she’s supposed to feel guilty over all and she barely remembers him. Her entire life has been her, her mother, and grandmother all under one roof. Her halmeoni was born and raised in South Korea, and is a big inspiration for Lana as she is a proud woman who takes no shit and goes right for the jugular. Lana loves her and hates her at the same time, mostly because their temperaments are so similar. Her mother is not negligent, albeit distant from her one and only daughter. She’s worked everyday during Lana’s childhood in order to make ends meet. The dynamic between the three of them is not very close, but still they’re family and one thing she took away from her upbringing was how your own blood trumps everything else.

Lana is bisexual, with no particular preference for one or the other. She does get around, however, as human contact is important for the mind and she knows that. She doesn’t have the time or optimism for anything long term though.

here’s some incorrect quotes for lana because they made me laugh.

lana: gwendolyn and i have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other’s- gwendolyn: sentences lana: please don’t interrupt me

nicohlas: you read my diary? lana: at first, i didn’t realize it was your diary. i thought it was a very sad, handwritten book

jacob: you’re probably one of those beautiful women that don’t even know it lana: no, i know it

lana: sophia, thanks for agreeing to see me sophia: i didn’t, you just walked in and started talking lana: i don’t have time for a history lesson

jacob: can we talk, one ten to another? lana: i’m an eleven, but continue

also here is a pinterest board for lana!

PARA SAMPLE

Lana pools her hands into her bag for the pack of Marlboro reds, her mother’s words echoing in her head as she does so. That stuff’s poison, the more you smoke the more you’re killing yourself and me. She knows it’s a bad habit and she tells herself she’ll break it by the she graduates. Realistically, cigarettes don’t have an adverse affect on your health if you only smoke them for a few years. Besides, with Sophia failing to get back to her, she needed something to take the edge off. There was always some sort of edge to Lana, in her voice, her body language, her opinions, she supposed was always sort of high strung (or as she preferred to think, high maintenance).

She didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, she wasn’t out at parties snorting angel dust in the bathroom, craving a constant high she couldn’t handle the harshness of reality. She wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like them. Life is tough but so is she, tougher than anyone else she knew. A little self medication here and there so she could stay focused and grounded was not something to feel ashamed about. Lana was more concerned with the consequences if people found out, if the perfect ice queen turned out to not be so perfect. She couldn’t allow the scholarship she fought so viciously for to slip through her fingers like sand.

“Thank god.” She mutters under her breath, pulling the carton out, finding a lighter already nestled in between the cancer sticks. The flame erupts and she watches it briefly, before bringing a cigarette to her lips and lighting it. Lana feels the smoke enter her body, swirling around her lungs, before exhaling out the open window. Oxford University on a Friday night meant parties and the rich’s definition of mischief, something she wanted no part of. She leans on the window sill, eyes ice skating around her view of the campus. Drunk students stumbling around, party music blasting in the distance, and lights flickering all around, she couldn’t believe this was an esteemed private school sometimes.

Lana looks at the cigarette for a moment, letting it burn. She could think of something poetic here, something deeper and better than the thousands of bland male writers that describe how a woman is like a cigarette. It’s familiar and she can’t quite put her finger on it until her mind goes back to her tan, witty but not as witty as her, Romeo.

Perhaps not Romeo. Things did not end well for him and he was too much of a cliché for Lana’s liking. Anyone could be a romantic these days.

The homecoming ball was an event she reveled in, enjoying dressing herself up and enhancing the beauty she already possessed. Although there was only so much of Gwendolyn’s rambling that Lana could listen to before needing a break, causing the girl to escape and find solace on the marble steps of the building and curbing her nicotine craving. The architecture taking her breath away as she sat in blissful silence– until she was rudely interrupted by a handsome stranger. Not that handsome was that much of a compliment, he was conventionally attractive after all.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

“Depends. What’s in it for me?”

“A stimulating conversation.”

“Stimulating? I’m already starting to fall asleep, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

She was amused, something that was near impossible for anyone to do. Yet, as he sat down next to her she found herself to be more welcoming than usual. After much contemplation, Lana figures it was the champagne that had caused her to be friendly to the boy. There wasn’t anyone worthwhile at Oxford, no one that would come across her mind once or twice. None of the boys there were King Midas, she was golden without their touch. The girls were more tolerable, though ultimately just as entitled.

“These things are such bullshit.”

I rather like them.

“They’re just another way for the entitled elitists around here to prance around like everyone cares about their Dior suits and Versace bags. The champagne’s good, though.”

“I thought all girls liked Versace.”

“I thought boys thought of girls to be something more than their clothes.”

“Of course. We care about what’s underneath.”

“You’re a neanderthal.”

Despite herself, he had made Lana laugh. She allowed herself to get lost in the moment for once. He had this charisma to him and she found herself being pulled deeper into the water until she was drowning in the conversation. They talked about school and philosophy and this and that. Not that it got personal– Lana had the ability to make people feel as if they knew a lot about her without giving away any secrets. A lost and nosy Gwendolyn had found the two and she had to deal with the same warning the leader had told them since she was recruited into the Quarrel Club, stay away from the Riot Club.

She remembers leaving her half lit cigarette by his side as she was ushered back inside. Not that it mattered now. They didn’t even exchange names and perfect strangers came and went. Her grandmother always told her to stay away from things like love, and to focus on her future because she was going to be something great and couldn’t afford any distractions. Lana was convinced she’d never allow anyone to get close to her. She had things to do.

#lana chambers #accepted

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kethwithlove · 4 years

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KWENTONG JOLLIBEE

I did get my first “real job” when I was 16 and I called it my “gateway to adulthood”.

I was 4th year college when I joined Jollibee. I applied as a Service Crew because I wanted to experience how to earn money and sustain my needs in school without a help from my parents. I submitted my application in Jollibee-JP Laurel, Davao which is near to my school (USeP-Obrero). I was told to wait for a text or call for an interview. I received a message from Jollibee 2 weeks after I submitted my resume. “Gikulbaan ko nga wa ko kasabot nga feeling.”

The day of my Interview

Ma’am Anne. Fierce, beautiful and cool. She asked me a lot about my skills, talents and my attitude towards customers. Purely situational questions. I was nervous and a bit excited. Ma’am Anne endorsed me to the next phase of the interview.

Ma’am Diane. She was pregnant that time. A little moody but soft-hearted. She doesn’t like the smell of my perfume (Vanilla scent) but she managed to have a conversation with me. She was wearing a hanky-mask when she interviewed me.

When she asked me “Keth, how do you see yourself in Jollibee?” I said, “Honestly, I don’t know yet, Ma’am since this is my first ever job. Maybe this is my gateway to adulthood.” She laughed. I was fragile that time, an innocent girl without any idea what future brings. Ma’am Diane told me to wait for a text with a big smile on her lovely face.

I GOT THE JOB!

I received an SMS that I needed to attend the orientation. I was in awe! To my surprise, I was hired and became part of the pioneer team of Jollibee-Buhangin. A perfect timing, indeed.

Orientation Day. Ma’am Diane (Store Manager) holding the mic. Sir Jerzon (ICT expert and Singer) and my co-trainees.

TRAINING

We had our training at Jollibee-JP Laurel, Buhangin. It’s not a simple training BUT a very challenging yet rewarding training.

Ma’am Yen. Witty, pretty and jolly. She was my mentor. She trained me a lot. I thought I only needed to learn on how to host a party, fix the mascot and assist customers BUT to my surprise, I needed to LEARN everything in JOLLIBEE. I’m obliged to passed the certification before they endorsed me from a crew trainee to a full-fledged Service Crew.

I had one memorable experience with Mama Yen. My FIRST task as the Store Marketing Officer.

The client booked for a 3-hour seminar. As the assigned crew, I reminded the client that she only had 30min left. 3hrs beyond is subject for an additional fee. She did not listen to me. She consumed 4hrs already. When she asked for the bill, she was so mad that she needed to pay for an additional hour. She scolded me. I was trained by Mama Yen to empathize and to stay calm whenever I encounter an irate customer. I explained the excess charges but she was furious. Mama Yen rescued me. Phew!

Another palpak day. I booked a wrong date for a children’s party. Kitchen crew prepared the ordered food based on the booking. Feel nako palayason nako ni Mama Yen.🤣 Ratol na pud ko. But, Mama Yen is professional. She just told me “Ketch, lesson learned. Next time, tan-awa jud ang kalendaryo.” Thanks to my katangahan, the food they prepared turned out to be our CREW MEAL.

Ketch. Mama Yen’s endearment. I love her so much. She’s now in Canada with her family. I missed her a lot!

Ground ZERO

I experienced the following training: The “ACKNOWLEDGE” word, order-taking, cashier station, drive-thru cashier, customer service, POS machine training, kitchen, fry, inventory of stocks, sanitation, proper calling of orders (PC for POS 1 spag 1 to go please), and a lot more! Imagine how difficult it was for a first timer. But, I was happy. Tired but rewarding.

My FIRST HOSTING career in Jollibee

I was still a TRAINEE when I experienced my first hosting career in Jollibee.

We had the chance to visit the House of Hope Foundation for Kids with Cancer Inc. located inside SPMC (Southern Philippines Medical Center). We had an outreach program sponsored by two Jollibee stores (JP Laurel and Buhangin).

I was a bit scared but somehow excited because that was my first time to host an event outside the store’s premises. Looking on the face of the children with Cancer made me brave. I needed to do well.

Ma’am Diane tapped my shoulder and said, “Kaya mo yan, Keth!” Sir Jerzon wished me luck as well. Sir Lan helped me with the mascot.

From the Left: Ma’am Diane, Me, Ma’am Jinggay, Sir Yan, crew mates, Sir Lan, Sir Jerzon and the rest of the team.

OPENING OF JOLLIBEE BUHANGIN

Jollibee BUHANGIN Grand Opening

The Management Team

From the Left: Ma’am Diane (Store Manager), Sir Jerzon, Ma’am Anne, Sir Yan, Sir Lan, JB Staff and Ma’am Jinggay

Sir Jerzon. Famous line: Oooh Yeah! Sir Jerzon was the coolest among them. He loves singing. The most memorable day I had with Sir Jerzon was during my birthday. He was with us ALL DAY (til’ dawn). We had Karaoke sesh, too!

Hi, Sir Jerzon!

One day, we received a letter (memo). It was gloomy. Everything went dull. There was a directive to transfer Sir Jerzon to another Jollibee branch. I was in pain. I cried like a baby. Begged Sir Jerzon to stay. But, we had no choice. Sir Jerzon left a little scar in our hearts that time.

It’s been 14 years, nothing has changed. Sir Jerzon is still HIM. Idol! He is now a successful Broker. If you guys are looking for a House and Lot or Condominium, Sir Jerzon can help you.

Sir Jerzon, THANK YOU! You taught me a lot of things. You are not just the PCQ Manager but our Big Brother.

Ma’am Jinggay. She was my confidant. I was with her during her Ups and Downs. There have been many hardships and struggles, but through it all, Ma’am Jinggay tried to remain grateful and focused on the positives along the way. She was a strong woman.

Ma’am Jinggay hired me as a Tutor to her Kids – Ena and Patty. How can I not love you, Ma’am Jinggay? I will never forget your kindness. I will always treasure you, Ma’am Jing.

Ma’am Jinggay and Me

Ma’am Anne. Soft-spoken and sweet. She always got my back. I loved how she treated me since day one. She never scolded me (ever). My crewmate always thought that I am Ma’am Anne’s fave because I can talk to her confidently without hesitation. There was one time that my crewmate accidentally forgot to turn off the electric deep fryer during the opening shift. From french fries to “burnt fries”. That was the first time I saw a dragon that has awakened from her deep slumber. Hahaha! Everyone was afraid to Ma’am Anne. They even asked me to collect their DTRs to be signed by Ma’am Anne. They didn’t know that Ma’am Anne was also preoccupied that time. His son was sick and she needed to go to work early because she was the Manager (Opener) for the week.

“What time na, Keths?”, “nag inom na ba kaya sya ug tambal karon noh…”, “Keths, ikaw na bahala arrange sa bookings ha?”, “Ang drive thru, Keths palihog ko ikaw salo ug absent ang naka assign.”, “Keths, thank you kaayo ha sa pagsabot nako.”

The sad part. When I decided to resign, I handed her my resignation letter. She was teary-eyed. I gave her a puppy stuff toy for her to remember me. 🙂 She asked me multiple times if I’m 100% sure. Dili jud siguro gusto ni M’Anne nga mulakaw ko.

Ma’am Anne, you know how much I love and respect you.

Sir Lan. “Boy Astig” with a Heart. I hated him sometimes. Why? He always assigned me as the ASSEMBLER. He wanted me to run and lose weight. HAHAHA!

“Kethelle! Ayaw sigeg petiks diha. Dagan kung kailangan.”

“Kethelle! Hustle!”

“Kethelle! Second TC. Abtik!”

“Kethelle! Kuha ug tissue and ketchup sa stock room! Hustle!”

You see. I can’t make him smile but when I got an accident, he laughed so hard! The floor was slippery. Sir Lan lend me his hands. He said, “Kethelle, pag amping sunod. Pero mu bounce ra man ka ba. Hahahaha!”

There was one time that our PC (Product Control) crew got a flu. Sir Lan took over the PC station. I witnessed his dedication towards his job as a Manager. He did not left the Kitchen until the end of mid-shift. I was like “WOW! Wa ko magtuo nga ingon ana ka paspas si Sir Lan ma PC, han-ay kaayo ang Kitchen!”.

Sir Lan, how’s Canada? I hope to see you ONE DAY kay gimingaw nako sa imong kasaba. HAHAHA!

Sir Yan. I have my Mama Yen, and I also have Papa Yan. 🙂

He loves LECHON. Hahaha!

This man has a GENUINE HEART. He’s really fun and likes to joke around, and he loves sarcasm (sometimes). I think he we just trying to figure out to make a balance from being a Manager and a friend. 🙂

The telephone number (the digits) of Jollibee Buhangin was his birthday. He was the OPENING MANAGER. I don’t know the exact designation but his job is to OPEN A NEW JOLLIBEE BRANCH. He loves to stay at the rooftop of JB-Buhangin store. He loved it there.

He is still connected with Jollibee until now. ISA KANG ALAMAT SIR YAN! Ginabaligyaan ko niya ug Valentus Coffee para mupayat na daw ko. Haha!

FRIENDSHIP

I met a lot of people working in Jollibee. My co-trainees and the Regular (Tekton) crews. No guts, no glory – that was our motto. Amidst the challenging training, we were happy. We enjoyed every bonding and the journey we had in Jollibee. I miss them.

Your Jollibee Store Marketing Officer is now a Public School Teacher. I am who I am now because of Jollibee.

Daghang Salamat, Jollibee!

My Jollibee Story KWENTONG JOLLIBEE I did get my first “real job” when I was 16 and I called it my “gateway to adulthood”.

#firstjob #Jollibee #jollibee story #kwentong jollibee

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stcrytcllerxinspo · 5 years

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Innocent Minds || Self Para

“Did you have a good day at school?” Devon snuggled up to Alyssa in her very pink bed, gently kissing her head as she nodded. “Anything cool happen?”

“Miss Weston brought cupcakes!” The eight-year-old chirped, to which Devon responded with a small chuckle. He’d met her teacher before and it wasn’t uncommon for the woman to occasionally spoil her students with a treat when they displayed good behavior. She did, after all, spend a lot of time at the nearby bakery.

“Yeah? And you didn’t bring me any?” He grinned as he lightly tickled her tummy.

“Sorry!” She giggled, trying to push his hand away. Devon laughed and hugged her, a sense of comfort coming from being close to his little girl. He’d been having one of his more difficult days, something which seemed to happen a lot lately, but there was no better source of relief that cuddles with his daughter.

“You’re gonna make it up to me.” he smiled softly, kissing her cheek. “You’re gonna go to the bakery with me tomorrow and we are gonna get a buuunch of cupcakes.” Of course that would be the thing to make Alyssa’s face light up even more than it already was. Her addiction to sweets had become so known that if anything sweet “went missing”, people automatically assumed that she was the reason. It was kind of adorable, really.

“Daddy, did my mommy like cupcakes?”

Devon smiled softly as he played with her hair, nodding. “She loved cupcakes. In fact, on her eighteenth birthday, your grandma, as in her mum, and I made a bunch of cupcakes for her. If it weren’t for the rest of us, she probably would’ve eaten ‘em all.” He looked at her. “You’re a lot like her, y’know. Me lil cookie monster!” He tickled her again, causing her to squeal and squirm in his arms.

The laughs continued until Alyssa finally spoke again. “Selena makes reeeeaaaallly good cupcakes. We’re going to her bakery tomorrow, right?”

“Where else would we go?” Devon smiled. “She makes the best cupcakes.”

Alyssa clapped, then suddenly she got out of bed and walked over to her backpack, reaching inside and taking out a folded sheet of notebook paper. “I drew you a thing at school today!”

“Baby girl...” Devon inhaled as he unfolded the paper, his face immediately brightening up. It was him, Alyssa, Selena, and Jade...standing in a field of flowers, and all three of them were holding a cupcake. And Alyssa (in the drawing) was holding Selena and Jade’s hands. Devon felt himself grow a little emotional, but thankfully he was good at hiding it. “Baby, that is beautiful. I’m gonna put that up on the refrigerator, y’know that?”

“I wanted to make you smile, because you seem sad a lot.” Alyssa whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. Devon frowned as he looked into her eyes.

“Hey,” He said gently. “I do get sad sometimes, but not all the time.”

“There’s a girl at school whose daddy decided to go to Heaven. She said he was sad a lot too...”

That just about broke Devon. Alyssa was afraid of him ending up like her friend’s dad. No eight-year-old should have to worry about something like that.

“Hey,” he said, lifting her head so she was looking at him. “I want you to listen to me, okay? I do feel sad because your mum had to leave us, but I will never leave. I’m strong and I’m going to be okay. You know why? Because I have you, I have Grandma and Auntie Fallon, I have Selena, Tavin, Alex, Jax, Jace, and Ryan...Baby girl, I have a lot of people to help me through the bad stuff.”

“Promise?” Alyssa said softly. Devon nodded as he kissed her forehead.

“I promise.” He whispered. “You’re stuck with me, kiddo.” Then he got up and helped her lay down, carefully tucking her in. “Now, I want you to get some sleep, okay? Just one more day of school before the weekend and then we can stuff our faces with Selena’s delicious cupcakes, yeah?”

“Good night, daddy.” Alyssa’s soft voice filled the room, and Devon gave her another loving kiss.

“Good night, love.”

Then it was lights out, but not for Devon’s mind. Because he was still in shock at her admitted concern. It was that moment when he knew that he had to get his life together. Because he could not break a promise to her. He wouldn’t.

#{self para; devon}

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chickenstuffedwithmozzarella · 6 years

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Hii love!! How are you?? Hope you had a great time at yesterday's dinner. Yes, i still have a month of exams. And a lot of essays and assigments that i dont want to do. But hopefully i'll be free soon. Nop. I didnt see that. Which one was it? Crying in the club? I remember seeing that song in the track list at the beginning of the tour. But i havent seen anything else. (1)

Hi, love!! Finally I get to answer you. I’ll try to make it “short”, jajja, but I talk too much, so, no promises here, jajjaja.Yeah, we had a good time. We bought some pizzas 🍕 (lol, Honey 🍯 senses when I’m writing you, and he comes to lay on my 😌). I told them if they wanted to watch Dunkirk, they told me they rather no, jajajaj. But, well 🤷🏻‍♀️, their lost. A day more, is a day less. Soon you’ll be free, and will forget about the stress.Oh, I think it’s that song, yes. I didn’t knew he was covering it on his tour. He also sang a Sting one, too. 😩😩 I didn’t know it, what a fake fan 😅.

Yes. I think i started wearing them when i was 7. I’ve been wearing glasses for more than half of my life now. They are part of me and people dont recognise me without them. Kind of sad if you ask me. But it is what it is. Is the surgery that expensive? I havent even looked that up bcs getting surgery it’s just a dream at this moment, i dont need reality to discourage me (2)

Well, if it’s of some relief, I’ve wearing them for almost three years, only, and even my family see something weird in my face when I don’t have them on, so 🤷🏻‍♀️. Well, when my mom look it up, it was around 3000€. But I think my friend told me last year that it was around 1800€, I think. So, yes, it’s very expensive, but all the people I know who have had it are very happy with it.

Yes. I know. I get that it’s easier to give them the ipad and all of that, but i dont think that’s really good for them mainly bcs they dont get the attention they need. But well, parenting is something very personal, and technology also has its perks. Maybe nowadays kids learn in a different way, but it’s still learning. I guess it’s the same as when Game Boy and so came out. That was supposed to “pervert” us all, but i think we ended up being just fine. Mostly. (3)

Oh, yeah, well used, technology is the best. But sometimes parents just give their children their phones so they don’t bother them, and that’s not good for kids. Like when they’re waiting at the doctor. I actually hear a psychologist saying that that teaches kids that to be relaxed they need a phone. And it’s a way to conditioning them. Like when a dog does something well and you give it a treat. And then the dog does that thing, so you have to give it another treat. But, yes, like you said, parenting is something very personal, and I think it parents reflects what they had/hadn’t from their parents on their kids.

Ohh! I havent thought about that. Yes yes. I hope they are not recognisable then. Do you know if there'a any project for Nialls show? Like the rainbow flag they did for Fire Away in Amsterdam (was it Amsterdam?). I havent heard about one. JAJAJAJAJA. Of course buying a bigger house is the easy option. Of course😂. I’d take a pic of the door, but then i dont know how i would send it?? An anti or a het? Please no. Never. I have eyes and i know how to use them. And so does she (4)

Oh, I haven’t looked for projects yet. I always remember to look it up when I’m driving, bc is when I’m hearing Niall’s album, lol, but then I get home or work and I forget 🙄. I’ll look it up, and let you know. I’ve thought on bringing those big balloons that have a cord at one end? (I’ll try to find a pic, so you see them) and throw them to the crowd at some point and people can play hitting them, you know (we did that at my sister wedding and we had a lot of fun, I think here it would be funnier). But I’ll see. I’m very shy, so, even if I bring them, I’ll probably keep them in my bag, lmao.I think you can submit pics on anon. Just log off, search my blog, and submit it. You have to put an email, that can be anó[email protected], jajja.

Your dad also knows their names? My parents barely know that One Direction exist. They only remember it as the opposite to good music. “This is music, not like that direction you like"😤😒 Jajajajajaja. Dont be so hard on you all. I’m sure there will be a lot of people of your age. You are not old!! (Yes, they are young babies. But mostly, they are lucky babies. Only 16 and already living their best life). (5)

Well, it would be too hard for my family to not know them, lol. All the people that has any contact with me, knows that I like them, lmao. My dad doesn’t like English music in general, so he isn’t a big fan (of me, listening their music 24/7, oops). Well, I’ll let you know after the concert, jajajajaj, of how much old people I see. The good thing is that it’s a small crowd, so less people judging 😅. And yes, they’re very lucky!! but if they can, good for them. I got to see Andy&Lucas when I was 16, 🤣🤣🤣🤣, almost the same, jajaja.

Only two weeks!! It’s around the corner!!! 😱😱😱😱😱 Yes. I should have bought a ticket for myself. But i’m not that sad. I’ll go another time. And also, the timing of the concert id disastrous because i start exams that week and going there + the show would mean 2 days less to study. And less time to study = more stress and crying. I’ve resigned myself to the idea. Next time. (6)

Yeah, I always look for the good point on everything too,jajaja. Also, that you have to see them next time they come, is the perfect excuse for them to come back again,jajajajaj. But you’re right. And it’s not just those two days you wouldn’t study. It’s the week before and after, thinking about the concert and getting distracted. Thinks come the way they do for a reason. So just think that studios are first. 🤷🏻‍♀️.

He tried to catch a duck? 😂😂😂 Nooo. Videos for cats? What are those? I know about cats’ videos (i love them. They are so cute), but not about videos for cats. What do they show? Oh, dont worry!! Notifications dont bother me. They dont make any sound. They are just there. And i only get one, no matter how many posts you reblog. (7)

Yes!! Cats are so funny. I laugh so much with them. If you search on YouTube “videos para Gatos” you’ll a lot, jajajaja. They’re just a cartoon mouse running and hiding, and cats try to catch it. Boring for humans, funny for cats.Ah, that’s good then,jajaja, because I was afraid you’d get 1837453 notfs, jajajaja.

Aaaargh. I’m trying to think something because I dont want to give you my name. It’s nothing personal. I swear. I’m just a very private person. That’s why i dont have SM and that stuff. But also, i cant think of a nickname bcs i dont have many, and i think my sister follows your blog and if she sees it there, that would be strange😂🤷. I dont knooow. I know names are not a big deal, but. I’m just shy. I’ll think about something and then i’ll tell, if you dont mind. (8)

WHAT??? Your sister follows me?? Oh my god!! This is so weird!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣I hope she isn’t reading this then, so you don’t get discovered. Now more than ever I have to try to put everything under the cut,jajajajja. Don’t worry about the name, that’s why I didn’t want to ask you. I was thinking something like flower anon (I don’t know why I call you flower i my head,jajja), or something like that. Or just smiley anon. I didn’t mean your actual name, of course. I’m very shy like that too (I know, hard to believe), and I always talk on anon to people. Don’t worry. Ah!! And don’t worry about thinking a name at all. If you’re comfortable with the notifications, keep with it. I just thought that if you were searching in my blog that tag anon, it would be easier for you to have your own tag, with your own things,jejejeje. But whatever you think is better, seriously.

8 months? So young!! She just discovered her hands?😂 Glasses are the first target, but i bet she’s going to go after your hair next. All did was laugh? I would have cried for sure. Omg you are brave! I love kids, but i wouldnt have known what to do. “Well, if you could tell me what is a girl/boy toy” 📢 📢📢📢 Say it louder Soraya!! I love saying remarks like that. Some people get so angry and i’m like ???? Chill and think about what i just said pls, it’s all true.(9)

Aaaawwwww, I was with her today too, she’s so cuteeeee. And yes, she goes for my hair too, but that’s my fault, really, because I tickle her with it, so she just plays with it. And I was with my cousin yesterday too!!! You’d have to see him. He has a “problem” in his brain, so he doesn’t develop normally. Doctors even thought he had autism (I don’t know the correct way to say it in English, bc I think they use a different verb, but you get it) for some time, because he behaved like that. Anyway, he has photographic memory, and also when he learns something, he doesn’t forget (he’s just 4). Well, yesterday, he just taught me in English the weeks days, months of the year, numbers till 20 and the weather. All of that singing it and pointing to his black board (the tv) like he was a teacher. He’s just amazing. He has learn how to read some words all on his own… and he can recognize written words since he was 2. He learn my car plaque before than me… I love him so much. ☺️. (Did I have a point with this story???? I just love to talk about him, sorry, jajaja)Hey, look, I do t usually say good things about me, but I’ll say one. I think I’m good on how I treat people at work. Like I know how to read them, and if I can joke with them or not. And I talk a lot with people, even if I don’t know them,jajaja. Well, when someone says something like that (a toy for a girl; can you make a candy cake, but it’s for a boy so nothing pink, please…) soy la persona más seca que te puedas imaginar 😒 (I don’t know how to say that in English). Like, no, lol, what will it do to him to it something pink? It’s just mean it taste like strawberry 🙄🙄🙄. I can’t I can’t.

Today i did a survey for a friend who is studying to be a teacher, and it was… wrong The aim of the survey was good, but the ways… the first question was “¿Q opinas al respecto de que existan orientaciones sexuales distintas a la heterosexual?” & also “¿como d normal t resulta q un niño juegue con muñecas?”. That’s wrongly put. Like, u are not asking what people thinks about sexuality. U are assuming that hetero is cool, and then u are asking about the nonhetero ones. And that annoyed me. 10

Yeah, that way of asking is wrong. Even more because is a written question, so you can’t catalogue the way the person asked is answering. But I sometimes ask question the wrong way so people shows they true colors, y'know? Like I ask in a way that it looks like I’m thinking the wrong way (gay things are wrong) and when they answer as if I were right… bye. But, again, that can be done in s face to face conversations. That survey was wrong yes, because they didn’t ask how you see that a boy play with a gun (which is worst that playing with a doll or a kitchenette…). But also, who wrote that survey? Your friend? Did you tell them what you thought about the way it was written? Did they listen to you??

Well, I reached the end!! Jajajja, I had to put my iPad to charge. Why do I talk so much??? We have this joke at the shop, with a woman (she’s also my sister neighbor), and she talks a lot A LOT!! So much, that my sister sometimes has to close the shop and walk with her to their flats… jajajaa. Well, I always say: ja! yo la doy conversación. Cuando se cansa de hablar, la saco otro tema!! That’s how much I talk,🤣🤣🤣🤣. I think is because I spend so much time alone at home, without opening my mouth (only to talk to my cats), that when I start talking with someone, I don’t know how to stop,jajajja. But I’ll stop… NOW! Bye!! 😚😚

#anon #argggg I always think bout something to tall you in the tags when I start writing #but when I end It's 3 hours late and I have forgotten #🙄🙄#Eit: I remembered !!#I was going to tell you that Niall had kitties yesterday #as of tonigh there's only one alive #I’ll keep you informed about the progress

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lizzieverse · 6 years

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Happy New Year! Here’s to hope, moving forward and enduring life. I used to make FB as an essay writing platform during the first day of the year, like everybody, but then I remembered, I might as well make use of my own personal blog so I get less judgments, right? Kidding. I. don’t. care.

2017 has been quite a productive year for me unlike the other years. Although I have lots of days where I really can’t find a reason to get up and days where I just find myself stuck in sadness. But, I got a stubborn head and a reckless heart so when I get a little courage, I say “fvck it, Lizzie” and do what I had to do. There have been a lot of first times for me this year, from doing what I love, to helping people, communities, and the environment. Below are the highlights of my 2017 that I am super thankful of:

January – Joined Para Sa Sining. Saw a post that they’re looking for volunteers with creative backgrounds. Without any hesitation, my friend and I went to their HQ for an interview. Never regretted joining this organization as I have seen such passionate individuals that’s not just concerned about Art, but also give back to the community and give glory to God.

February – It’s the National Arts month so instead of rallying for a Valentine’s day date, I wished to have the energy to attend every event for that Month. I was able to attend the opening day and had a free film photography/videography course. Also, becoming a yearly tradition, Art Fair at The Link to see a bunch of fine Art.

It was also the last days with my best girl workmates and doing events. It was sad but, I just felt like leaving would really help me find where I want to be.

There was also an unexpected blessing and responsibility that came to me for this month, a chance to be a partner for change. I was offered to be a volunteer writer/researcher for Explorra.ph. It was a week of stories of failure and success that inspired us to keep going.

March – It’s my birthday month! Celebrated my birthday away from the city. Bataan was one of my dream local destinations so, me and my boyfriend made use of my birthday holiday to explore three towns in Bataan, namely, Bagac, Mariveles and Morong. It was one helluva ride because there was no connecting rides from one city to another. Although it was tiring and there have been throwing tantrums on the side, I am just glad to have spent it climbing the hills, touching the walls of history, swimming in the beach and releasing baby turtles.

For first times, me and my boyfriend attended Holi Festival in MOA. Been wishing to attend this event because of the colors and also have a taste of India’s culture.

Another first time is to ride a bamboo bike and be an Intramuros tour guide for a day. Para Sa Sining partnered with Bambike Tours for Katha’s : Teatro x Arkitektura 2017.

photo grabbed from Para Sa Sining fb page

Another volunteer opportunity we grabbed was to be a social media manager for Pandacan Ecology Ministry. Last March, me and my boyfriend personally experienced helping the ministry separate plastics and papers from the trash collected from residential areas of Brgy. Pandacan in Manila. It will be delivered to a partnered organization that will convert the trash into eco bricks.

April – Had the chance to be a SharePH ambassador with my friend, Persis. Another photography and videography lesson given by professional photographers/videographers from Rappler.

Photo grabbed from Move.ph fb page

After months of leaving GLMP, my friends invited me to a “team building” party in Tagaytay. Missed them so much and being with them is a lot of fun.

May – It was my first summer outing with StraightArrow. Although, it was awkward getting along as a newbie, I still enjoyed it. Thanks to the newly found friends I got to be with during that time.

Another first time for this month was to attend an overnight gig on top of the mountains. It was amazing swaying and sleeping to Indie folk songs and waking up to sunrise with Munimuni’s Bukang Liwayway, which was my favorite part.

credits to Jen Tajanlangit for the photo

Explorra and Pangasinan Tourism gave us a chance again to gather together and have fun with our fellow volunteers, Explorra never fails to give a soul satisfying moment and Pangasinan really carved a space in my heart because of the people’s generosity and its beauty.

June – Spent Araw ng Kalayaan listening to some of my fave local artists. It was not the first time for me to hear them live but the orchestra setting made it different. Don’t mind the Summer Siren shirt, please. HAHA

July – First salu-salo with Para Sa Sining. I really hope to get to know all of them. Also just meeting my girls at our favorite event.

Had a super chill anniversary celebration with my love in Elyu. Also the first time to be in a relationship for a year and counting, LOL. Hope to have more misadventures with this hooman.

August – Meeting my best friend after x number of months, my friends from previous company and volunteer work. Also my phone broke, thankfully I get to have physical human interactions.

September – First time to speak in front of a crowd to teach something of use to Creatives like me. It was exciting and at the same time, challenging, I never thought I could be a teacher or a trainer. Thanks to CNA, ’cause they’ve provided support and trainings for us to be fully equipped.

Planted baby bamboos with my love in Rizal. Kawayanihan was a big event done every year. Although the program before the planting was I think long and unnecessary, I guess we both enjoyed completing all the steps to save Mama Earth in our own little ways.

October – Our much awaited trip to Cebu x Dumaguete x Siquijor. Went to my parents home town and got to see a bunch of dolphins! It’s also an early celebration for my bb’s birthday.

Was able to shoot for Para sa Sining’s Katha: Musika x Pelikula. Thanks to Leah, for lending me her camera. I actually love taking photos, not really selfies if you ask. So a good camera and a worthy event excites me every time.

Para sa Sining

Artwork featured for Katha: Musika x Pelikula

And a spontaneous trip with my boyfriend’s fam which was also a late and early birthday celebration for him and her siblings.

November – A wish granted gig date with my beau. It was actually on my bucket list as one of my ideal date setting. Just swaying to the songs of my fave bands with my person. With a beer in one hand and his hand on the other. Mushiness aside, it was also my first time to watch Ciudad and I am so happy, they’re actually the number one reason why I wanna go to this gig. But of course, everyone who played are my personal favorites. It felt like we were in the movie “Ang Nawawala” which we both love.

I am just thankful for this year that God gave me so much opportunities to help the world and be a partner for change. And even I can just do a little, he’ll make sure I won’t falter and just grab whatever chance that came my way. Last November was quite special to me because I attended a conference with Alec. When I met him, he’s so passionate about making a change in this country, I was glad I was able to see that Alec again during the conference. Also, it didn’t appear to me that I will get to see my close friend, Persis during the conference and that she was a part of HPAIR, the organizer for ASEAN Youth Impact Challenge.

December – The time for catching up, giving back and reflecting. I’m just glad that I was able to catch up with people I haven’t met for a long time. My December was pretty jam packed that I crammed buying gifts for everyone. But, I’m really glad I have survived it!

My first Christmas party with StraightArrow and awesome team mates.

Second year outreach activity with high school friends, yearly Christmas party and a get together party to make up for our lost time together.

Wedding gig in Laguna. Last year I got to help my friend with a wedding, too. But this year was kinda challenging ’cause it was an all around thing. From smelling flowers to trying not to cry. Kidding. It was fun, though.

Another first time with the boyfriend – climbing a mountain. Well, technically we’ve climbed a few mountains already. But this time with a hike guide, strong winds and gusty rain.

Also, after a long time, I was able to visit Persis in QC and had photowalk, photoshoot, street food trip and coffee like we always do.

And the yearly get together with my college friends. So much have changed with our food and drink choices, but we still all laugh loudly when we’re together.

It’s nice looking back ’cause I realized it was never that bad at all. Even if it felt like I was all alone, hopeless and not good enough, these memories remind me that I am not, that I made it, that I can. And I wanna keep moving forward. To pursue everything that can satisfy my soul, meet people who keeps wanting more kindness, a better world and a better self. This year I just want to keep finding source of funds so that I can continue to do what I love to do. Travel, take more photos, help more people, learn more, study, make art, buy art, plant more trees, clean more beach, just basically do whatever I think I wanna do. Ha!

My 2017 Highlights Diary Happy New Year! Here's to hope, moving forward and enduring life. I used to make FB as an essay writing platform during the first day of the year, like everybody, but then I remembered, I might as well make use of my own personal blog so I get less judgments, right?

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amongushq · 7 years

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Welcome to Among Us, TASH! FINN ROBINSON ( with the faceclaim of CIERRA RAMIREZ ) has found shelter in CAMP JUPITER and NEW ATHENS, where we hope SHE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

Finn (finley, finley gabriela...) is already such a loveable character. There’s a great deal of background information supplied for her, and the fact that she’s a Roman girl in a Greek world is a concept that can definitely be played with. It’s definitely going to be interesting to see how the Greeks react to her being there, and the other way around! Your IC para gives even more insight into Finn’s thoughts and life, which is definitely a good thing!

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

“Hello! My full name…?” The girl hesitates for a moment before she answers, “Well, my full-full name is Finley Gabriela Robinson. Finley Robinson is my full name, one full, because usually I go by the name Finn. So most people would call me Finn Robinson, but that’s just a short version of my name. Does… does that make sense…?” The girl watches the interviewer for a moment before blushing and adding, “I was born on March 17th, 1997 in New Rome.”

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

“I’m a Legacy of Venus and Chione. My mom is a daughter of Venus, and my dad is a fourth-generation legacy of Chione. All the Robinsons at New Rome have Chione heritage, usually mixed in with something else, because we all end up with demigods or what not at the end. I haven’t really inherited any powers—I can’t even speak French like my mom. I do seem to have a knack for understanding relationships that’s sort of cancelled out by being emotionally obtuse—that’s what my family calls it anyway—but I’m not particularly powerful by any means. Just well trained.”

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

“I’m primarily living in New Athens for the time being,” Finn says, picking at the hem of her sweater absentmindedly. “I’m hoping to start school at the New Athens University in the fall. I’m currently taking an intensive course there with one of my old professors, and it’s going well! I’m in an apartment I’m sharing with my boyfriend and we live with our dog. We need some roommates though, we have too much space and the rent’s high… Once that’s done though, I’ll have to move back to Camp Jupiter for a few months to do my summer training so I can complete my seventh year of service. I know I should’ve just gone home to New Rome—that would’ve been the logical choice.” Finn falls silent, head dropping down to look at her sweater hem, twisting it and fidgeting. “But I lived there my whole life. College is a time for new experiences, right? I might as well challenge myself, even if the choices are now… limited.”

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

“I love Disney movies, but my favourite is Tangled. If I met Rapunzel at a Disney park I would cry. When I was younger I wanted to be a Roman Disney Princess—which is impossible, since Romans didn’t really do princesses, maybe the Etruscans—but nevertheless, I feel like that sums me up in a nutshell. Oh! And I also own about, like, forty sweaters. My addiction isn’t as bad as it was when I was younger, but I still have plenty because in the past few years I could actually wear them more often and I still love them a lot.”

Finn hesitates for a moment, her forehead puckering into a frown. “Sure. Let’s see—well, I’m an only child. I grew up in New Rome and I didn’t leave it very often until I moved out for college. I have a dog called Tiberius, because Tiberius is my favourite emperor, and my boyfriend calls him Little T. My parents have their own fur baby and I called her Cleo, after Cleopatra. Cleo and T are from the same litter! Okay—enough about my dogs… sorry…

“I know I’m living in New Athens, but I’m very much a Roman. New Athens is a really nice place but it’s sort of being in the twilight zone. I’m always calling things the wrong term or I’m accidentally saying things in Latin which I would expect them to understand, and they don’t. It’s all very new to me, I think? It’s like what they say: you can take the girl out of Rome, but you can’t take the Roman out of the girl.

“I’m obsessed with history—my favourite period of Roman history is the Pax Romana, and I really like learning about The Renaissance in general. I really love all those historical period shows because the costumes are super good and they always get cute guys to play all the roles. The plots are usually super inaccurate so I usually spend a lot of time telling my boyfriend why they’re wrong. I think he kind of likes them now—I caught him binge watching Downton Abbey by himself. He also got me into musicals—we really wanted to go to Broadway one day… you know, before. Please don’t tell him I said that though; he thinks it’s very un-macho of him, although I think it’s manly to have non-stereotypical interests. Also he’s a really good singer! I like to listen to him while he belts out Wicked songs while in the shower or making breakfast. He’d make a great Fiyero.

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

“I was in… I was in Michigan. I was studying at the University of Michigan—I was a classics major. Am a classics major.” She purses her lips, looking unsure. “I was living there with my boyfriend. We were going to college together. But when the Recall happened, my parents wanted me back right away… so I quickly finished up my final exams and left.”

Finn twists the hem of her sweater in her hands, bouncing her leg absentmindedly. “I loved Michigan. I really thought that it could be… something.”

SHOWTIME!

An information packet shouldn’t be so terrifying. They were potentially being hunted and persecuted by mortals, she had actually faced death on a few occasions, and had to explain to her mother why she had a Michigan acceptance letter and why one from the UNR would never come in the mail. An information packet, even with an included application form, wasn’t a promise of a decision or a fixed path. So why was Finn having so much trouble gripping the ceramic handle of her mug? Why was her heart jackhammering away in her chest?

“Come on, Finley,” she said to herself. “Roman up.”

She didn’t have too much longer before Noah came home, so she needed to scan through this before he got there. She knew that she should be sharing this information with him, but Finn had felt something ugly build between them since they’d arrived here, and she was afraid of what he was going to shout at her in anger and sadness, the way she was afraid to yell about the things she thought about in the middle of the night, when they were both pretending they were sleeping. Ultimately, it was her decision. She needed to make it with a clear head and in her own best interests. With a deep breath, she opened the packet.

NEW ATHENS UNIVERSITY: BACHELOR OF SECONDARY EDUCATION

Her professor, the one whom she had followed from Ann Arbor, had told her she had a great capacity for it. He’d told her that he didn’t think she’d needed to take this intensive course in the first place, much to her shock—“I’m not sure why you need it, Miss Robinson,” he’d said. “You know more about the complexity of Roman myths than I do—you grew up living within them. You’ve always been limited by the information I could teach you. There’s only so much a demigod or a legacy can be taught about their own heritage, Miss Robinson, and, should you enter the field, only so much you can give away. I would know.”

Then he’d recommended the Introduction to the Renaissance class to her for the fall, told her where to get the packet, and told her to keep up with her Latin and wished her well.

“But what if I still want to do the course?” she asked. “I moved here to take it.”

“Well, if you do the course,” her professor replied, “Maybe I can convince you you’d be a better teacher than I am.”

And now here she was, three days into the course, bored out of her mind, her essay already half-finished because she already had the perfect resources for it, finally asking for the information on the School of Education on a whim, asking what would happen if her transfer got accepted, if she could be a teacher on the outside (they’d looked at her funny after that, and she tried not to think about staying here forever for too long).

She skimmed through the information at first, and then started reading carefully. As she read, something inside her began to fall into place. Was this really what she’d wanted all along? Is that what she’d be good at? All of this was so new to her but it felt so right—which is why as soon as she’d finished reading, she pulled out the application form and her favourite black pen.

Finn had finished writing her name and date of birth when she heard familiar heavy footsteps approach the door. Finn acted quickly; she quickly stuffed the form back into the folder, stuffing the whole packet into a drawer she knew Noah would never check. Finn picked up her mug and took two deep breaths before the door opened, ready to greet her boyfriend with a smile.

#accepted #finn robinson

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