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thisonlyguy-49 · 11 months

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Helluva Guns A’ Blazin’! - Chapter 3: Murder Family on AO3

Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series)

Rating: Mature (Violence, Language, and Sexual Themes)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gun Violence, Angst, Angst/Comfort, Slight Sex

Genre: Comedy/Drama

Major Characters: Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Joey Galore (Helluva Boss OC), Verosika Mayday, Stolas Goetia, Stella Goetia, Octavia Geotia, Evangeline Howlosa (Helluva Boss OC)

Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Moxxie/Millie, Joey Galone/Evengeline Howlosa, Blitzo & Moxxie, Moxxie & Joey Galore, Millie & Joey Galore, Loona & Joey Galore, Stolas Goetia and Octavia Goetia, Joey Galore and I.M.P

Additional Tags: My First Fanfic, Blitzo Being Blitzo, Blitzo is Bad At Feelings, Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, OC-Insert AU, Sometimes a Musical and Sometimes Not, Fights, Blood and Violence

Story Summery: A fresh start from the past is all Joey Galore ever wants, to see more beyond his childhood home and make a mark for himself in Hell. But fate decided to have different plans for him… and their names are the Immediate Murderer Professionals. Read the story following a foulmouth ex-performer turned boss, a kind and good-hearted weapons expert, a ruthless Imp with the thirst for blood, a gothic hellhound with zero care for anyone else, and our main Imp who tries to make out alive. Whether it’s murder or drama, Joey will embark on crazy misadventures both in and out of his newfound job, while unintentionally getting his new ‘family’ wrapped up into his past.

Chapter Summary:

When the Immediate Murderer Professionals tackle with murdering a homicide survivor, the task ends up growing into something more horrifying than they realize.

Warning: For Murder and Naked Owl!

Chapter Preview:

There is never a choice for where mortals arrive to once leaving the living world, their destinations dependent on both the good and bad of the deeds committed throughout the course of time spent on Earth.

You are either a kind and friendly citizen who aims for his goals fairly and believes in doing the right thing, or a sleazy and cunning scumbag who finds selfish pleasure in the suffering of others as they cheat their way to success. Human beings are creatures with positive and negative aspects, in which they can show to the public and reveal a person’s true colors.

A living soul’s actions can be outweighed when it involves whether they chose to help others or put them in harm’s way. The most sinister of misdeeds done at any point in a lifetime might even have already set their fate in solid stone, unable to be changed nor to be restored to its purest. It’s the sad truth indeed, and we can just accept it as that.

Spirits who find salvation at I.M.P are not just sinners, but rather sinners with unfinished business. According to the ad for the company, the long-curvy horned imp named Blitzø specified that their clients are either horrendous people who want someone dead for their own personal pleasure, or rather souls that got screwed over by another and sending them here to Hell.

Today, their latest client was proof of the latter factor.

Mrs. Mayberry, a joyous school teacher that taught kids ages 6 - 9. One day while she was singing along with the children in her room, she was reminded that it was her husband’s birthday at the time. But as she was calling her husband via her computer, she found out a shocking secret in her bedroom: Her own husband was cheating on her with another woman. She recalled hearing the sexual moans of pleasure and lust heard from both the room and the computer. The teacher widened with fury over her husband’s betrayal, rage boiling through her bursting veins like a volcanic eruption. Her hot-headed emotions remained to get the best of Mrs. Mayberry, as she decided what she believed was the only solution to her problem.

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a-student-out-of-time · 2 years

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I mean of course the priority is the school, but I bet you three must have been horrified to find that the police for the longest time had been a seat of pure evil.

Of course I am.

Never let anyone convince you that the police force is nothing but upstanding people who want to protect the innocent. Most of them are assholes who just want to carry a gun legally.

Your brother excluded, of course, Tamon-san.

It’s alright, I know what you mean.

Even Hideyoshi was pissed with how Kinjo ran things, but...this is just...

...I can’t believe they were really this...evil!

Is that all you found? What about the bomb threat last month?

I did go into that looking for info on Kasugano, but...I didn’t find anything. No sign of his involvement anywhere.

Seems like he’s dropped off the radar ever since the Sunny Days stuff.

At least, that’s what I thought at first.

At first? Is there something else you found?

Yeah. Everything that’s happened the last year, it seems pretty random and haphazard if you look at it from an outside perspective. But have you heard some of the other things going on around the school?

There was a little incident last month that kinda flew under the radar with Kimura-sensei and Tomoe-san. Apparently, a certain heiress of a certain clan is off the hook, and our teacher was involved.

Yeah, I heard about that from Tomoe-chan!

Yeah, and think about it: what did Kasugano want from day one? What did he make clear in that big broadcast of his?

That he wants to punish the people in charge of the school as well?

Yeah, but how much of that’s come true? It seems like things have just gotten more and more chaotic.

Unless you look at it from the inside. How else could they have known what to do, like hacking the broadcast in one of the most secure buildings in the country?

There was that situation with Saionji-san, and then there was that Hiroshima girl, who narrowly avoided getting caught up with that other killer.

And I mean, I’m happy Tsumiki-san got to adopt Kotoko-chan, but doesn’t that seem a little strange too? There were those rumors that Tsumiki-san was taking care of her after she ran away from home...but nobody could give me a straight answer.

Or rather, nobody wanted to give me one.

What are you suggesting?

If you want my honest opinion?

I don’t think we’ve got just one conspiracy in Hope’s Peak. We’ve got two.

And some of our schoolmates are in on the whole thing. They have to be.

#danganronpa #nwpm #neo world program monitor #masa esumi #estu deguchi #mayumi tamon #a student out of time #DR #Black and White Christmas arc

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sayuricorner · 4 years

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Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU Headcanons part 10: Milton Grimm’s and Snow White’s last stand and downfall

Part 9 Part 11

AU concept

MASTERLIST

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

So I put a pause to the characters profiles headcanons to make this more continuity headcanons related part.

It will focus on Milton Grimm's and Snow White's last aptempt to get Raven back to EAH which will lead to their downfall.

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-So at EAH Milton Grimm is becomming quite deseparated: he lost most of his students, the majority of his teachers leaved to teach at others schools and his public image is degrading day by day.

-And for Snow White things aren’t better either, despites her best efforts to keep the upper hand in all this mess her public image is stained.

-The two don’t know what to do, if only they could bring Raven back and made her sign the book then surrely things would go back the way they were.

-That when Milton Grimm got an idea, maybe if they use one of Raven’s worst fear against her they will get her to sign the book, but to put that plan in motion he need to find the true storybook of legends and quick!

-After searching thoroughly in the whole school he finally found the book under the floor of the former dorm room of the Evil Queen and the Red Riding Hood.

-Milton immediately contacted Snow White and the two begin to plotting their newest plan.

-Meanwhile at NRC everyone was very busy, ‘cause the international magical shift tournament was about to take place on the school’s grounds, many schools from the country and from other lands were going to participate and NRC was making sure to have everything ready for the tournament.

-Since she join the magical shift club Ramona participate in the tournament with the school’s team.

-Raven with her friends assist at the tournament to show support to the school team with the others students.

-However Blondie was acting strangely, some time after the begining of the event she seemed rather nervous and jumpy but everytime someone asked her if she was alright she would always answer she’s alright.

-Everything seemed fine until two unwelcomed faces show up: Milton Grimm and Snow White.

-Raven become very nervous when she saw them and her friends, classmates and dormmates quickly between Raven and the two new comers two protect Raven from them.

-When asked what they are doing here Snow White and Milton Grimm with a serious face tell Raven that Apple is no more, she “go poof” because of Raven’s refusal to accept her destiny and that the only way to make her come back is to sign the storybook of legends and to become the next Evil Queen.

-Raven’s friends are outraged they yell at the duo calling what they say a bluff and telling them to leave Raven alone.

-And Raven... She was stunned, she was like a statue, her eyes wide in shock and horror and to everyone’s she snap.

-All her guilt, her stress, her distress, and sadness were released in a heartbreaking scream, the others tried to calm her down but it was no use, Raven’s negative emotions were unleashed making her overblot(see headcanons special 2 )

-Now Apple “going poof” is obviously a lie, she’s very well alive but her role in those events depend of the path whoever use this AU choose for Apple’s fate.

-If it’s follow the “Apple’s happily ever after” path: Apple don’t know a thing about the plan since after her parents’s divorce she left the White Kingdom with her father and go to a new school.

-In fact she was present at the international magical shift tournament as a player ‘cause when she joined her new school she took interest in magical shift and so decided to join her school’s team and she found out she was good at this sport and loved play it.

-Blondie spotted her at the tournament but since the wounds of the abuse were still open Blondie got scared and quickly leave which explain why Blondie seemed so nervous.

-But while the others were fighting against overblot Raven, Blondie knew what must be done in order to fix this mess so she gather up her courage she quickly go find Apple.

-She found her with her magical shift team helping to evacuate people to safety and after a little akward moment Blondie recompose herself and tell Apple what her mother and Milton Grimm had done.

-When hearing this Apple was horrified and angry, how could her mother do this?

-So she follow Blondie to where the others were doing their best to heal Raven from her overblot form and when Raven was weakened but not turned back yet in her normal form Apple throw herself to Raven, trapping her in a hug while yelling with tears in her eyes like “Raven please come back! None of what my mother said is true! Look at me I’m right here, I didn’t “go poof” it was all a lie! I’m so sorry you don’t deserve any of this please!”

-Raven just stood here shocked, Apple was there and very real, bursting in tears she go back to her normal self while hugging back Apple.

-The others gatered around them to make sure both girls were okay relieved to see Raven being back to normal but this relievement was cut short by Snow White and Milton Grimm being their idiots self, with Snow White blathering critics to her daughter and trying to convince her to go back to her side again while Milton Grimm was blathering about their destinies needed to be done which made Apple mad to the point she snap.

-She screamed at Milton Grimm and her mother telling a powerfull “the reason why you suck” speech telling how fed up she was with their non-sense and even tell her mother she disown her.

-This stunned completly Snow White and Milton Grimm they try to justify themself to convince Apple to change her mind not noticing a very furious Crowley and police officers with him.

-When he confront them Crowley told the duo he was fed up with their behavior and he will make sure to take actions to have them banned from his school and the whole Twisted Wonderland world.

-Of course Snow White and Milton Grimm didn’t like this at all and started being outraged like “how dare you?”, “You have no right to do this!” and even tell him it’s his and his school fault for even making Raven’s transfer to begin with which make Crowley shake his head in disappointment and tell them “No wonder Bella and Brutta Sister have done everything they can to get away from the Ever After world!”(There’s going to have a headcanons part about Bella and Brutta Sister soon! 😉)

-Milton Grimm and Snow White shocked by the fact Crowley know about the two sisters tried to get answers from him but were took away by the authorities.

-Aftermath Raven was send to the infirmary and while her recovery Apple, her and all the others EAH students got a long talk about everything what happened and while they’re not friends again yet they’re in a process of reconciliation which for Apple is a good start.

-Meanwhile things turned for the worst for Snow White, with the mess they created they have been officially banned from the Twisted Wonderland world and the people of the Ever After world are beyong pissed at them to the point a revolution against Snow White burst out and both her and Milton Grimm were arrested and a temporary gouverment was founded.

-At their trial Snow White is destitute from her queen title, Milton Grimm is stripped from his headmaster title, Ever After High is shut down and the duo is exiled from the kingdom.

-And so both Snow White and Milton Grimm are chased from the White Kingdom with both one objective: make Raven Queen and the whole Twisted Wonderland world pay for their humiliation.

- If it’s follow the “Apple’s badly ever after” path: Apple is 100% involved in the plan.

-She was tasked to stay in her room and to not come out unless her mother or Milton Grimm told her to do it.

-But being the delusioned nutjob she is, she decided to make some videos for her social medias.

-Said videos were saw by Blondie when she was looking on her mirrorpad which explain why she seemed so warry.

-After the battle against overblot Raven, the others try to talk to Raven but she’s still plagued with guilt believing Apple diseappered because of her.

-Thankfully Blondie remember the videos and posts Apple posted on her social medias just today so she showed the posts and videos to Raven to show her Milton Grimm and Snow White lied to her.

-When she saw this Raven was relieved and angry at the same time and confronted both Snow White and Milton Grimm about what they tried to do, which quickly turned into a screaming match between the two idiots and Raven and her friends.

-Crowley’s intervention is the same than in the “Apple’s happily ever after” path including the White Kingdom’s people’s revolution and Milton Grimm’s and Snow White’s arrestation, trial and exil.

-The only difference in this path is during the revolution Apple was taken by the authorities of the temporary goverment and was put in the care of her father but because of how crazy she become her father got no choice but to put her in a mental institution hopping she would be heald someday.

-At the mental institution since Apple was crazy magical inhibitors were put on Apple so like this she wouldn’t go overblot.

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#ever after high #twisted wonderland #ever after high au #crossover #headcanons #headcanon #raven queen #milton grimm #snow white #apple white #blondie lockes #dire crowley #overblot #au idea

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dearlydepartea--a · 4 years

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paranormal verse.

SUMMARY.

true crime themes tw

At the age of two, I was adopted by Susanna and Ivan Darling. Susanna could not have children and Ivan wanted them. They were both busy people who cared for me in their own ways, but were much too invested in their personal lives to really give me the attention I wanted. Since I was usually in the company of nannies, I found myself growing more attached to them. And while my nannies were great and helped me grow into the woman I am today, they all eventually left me.

One nanny, in particular, had grown rather fond of me, and I her. Her name was Lucinda and she would read with me every night. A majority of the books were silly; mostly Dr. Seuss and Shell Silverstein. While others stuck with me and helped shape my adult life. Although the detectives in Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes were fictional, I found their search for answers admirable. I began to pretend to be those detectives and began to search for the hidden truths and secrets found in the lives of people around me.

My mother thought it was a waste of time and wasn’t having any of it. She tried to ignore it, at first. In her mind, if she got me to try new things – piano, ballet, fencing – I’d get over my newfound interest; but I didn’t. The more she tried to push me away from my new-found hobby, the more invested in it I became.

During this curious phase of my life, I discovered my father would throw away the letters my mother would give him in the mornings. I learned that my older brother pretended to be the son my father wanted him to be, instead of the cruel bully who smoked pot by the side of the house. Most importantly, I discovered my mother wasn’t the perfect wife and mother she presented herself to be in front of her friends. She was filled with secrets that ranged from one-night stands to having a son I didn’t know about. A son who had gone missing, whose body had yet to be found. With all this information in mind, I finally opened my eyes to the fact that the world was flawed and that everyone made mistakes.

When I was thirteen-years-old, my mother sent me away to a boarding school across state. She also fired Lucinda, which crushed me like nothing else had. I suddenly felt lost and more alone than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I never forgave my mother for Lucinda’s loss, either. I began to hate her and made the effort not to reply to her holiday cards. I wanted nothing to do with her. I thought she was attempting to ruin my life.

During my stay at boarding school, I had picked up a few friends. The girls were my age, intelligent, and enjoyed my company – weird quirks and all. Being around them, I learned they held their own secrets as well. Though I could easily tell their secrets to everyone, I didn’t. I trusted these girls. The girls I didn’t trust, however, I did reveal the secrets I learned about them and they weren’t very happy about it.

One group of girls, who called themselves ‘The Gems’, hated me. After they bullied a friend of mine, I snitched to our teacher that I had seen one of the girls smoking in the schoolyard. I assume she got into a lot of trouble because during one of the free days we were allowed to roam around town one of the bigger girls in that group had ganged up on me and put me over her back. She took me to a nearby cemetery where the rest of the girls were. They gave me a talking to and beat the shit out of me. When they left me, I learned something new about myself …I could see ghosts.

I’m not bullshiting, either. I was no ‘Long Island Medium’ pretending to see things for money. I could actually see what I assumed were ghosts. The first ghost I ever saw came to me in the cemetery I got beat up in and she was very kind to me. At first, I thought she was some random passerby who wanted to give me a helping hand. But when I reached out to her, my hand went right through her and I freaked the fuck out. I ran right out of that goddamn cemetery and I never looked back. My friends all assumed I looked as mortified as I did because of what had happened to me with The Gems. I let them believe that, too. I was too horrified and too embarrassed to tell them what I had seen. They would think I was crazy. More annoyingly, I’d be made a laughing stock.

After that day at the cemetery, I dedicated myself to my studies. I adored my friends, but I no longer could identify with them. I had seen a dead woman and I could no longer shake the image away. I had matured from the experience and hid in my books and studies, instead of putting myself out there as I had before. Until that day, I did not know what it was like to have a secret I did not want anyone to know. I had dedicated most of my life to discovering secrets, and now I was scared of someone finding out mine.

Due to my vigorous study sessions, I graduated a few years earlier than my classmates. Graduating was a freeing experience, but I continued to see and hear things. I knew it would be something I would never be able to get rid of, so I promised myself that I would not let my little gift get in the way of how I lived my life. This was why, when I studied at Columbia University, I made the effort to make friends and involve myself in school activities. I put in lots of effort to be social, while putting in even more effort to make my way into a career as a criminal psychiatrist.

After surviving my residency, I found myself working the emergency psych unit in New York. It was a lot of work. People were always in need of assistance. There were rarely ever any breaks because I was always on my feet. It was my job at the psych unit that made me realize how speaking with ghosts wasn’t as terrible as I was making it out to be. Some of the patients I saw would sometimes pass and I usually stopped what I was doing to try and communicate them. Like their living counterparts, they had secrets. The only difference now was that their secrets had the capability of helping them. I wound up helping a few of them, while a few others were stubborn and decided they didn’t need help, that they got a better kick out of fucking with me. And as much as I enjoyed my job at the emergency psych unit, I decided to change career paths in order to pursue a career as an fbi agent.

Working as an agent was exciting. Even when I was doing nothing much to do in the beginning, since i was learning. I felt much happier as a fbi agent than I did as a simple psychiatrist. However, I eventually got to combine my love of puzzles with the information I’d learned while studying psychiatry, along with forensics, to work on profiling criminals.

After about a year, I was given the opportunity to work on an interesting case with one of my colleagues. Her name was Rachel and she was beautiful in a Hitchcock blond sort of way. She was also incredibly good at her job, and for that I admired her. The case started out minor, as though it would be solved in a week or month’s time. But as we dove deeper into the case, we both began to notice things were more complicated than we assumed they’d be.

The mutilated bodies of several of our missing victims had been found in various parts of Los Angeles. We assumed the killer would have gotten bored after six murders, but we discovered differently about a month later into our investigation. With one of the victims escaping, we learned we were biting more than we could chew. The news was surprising to both Rachel and I, and when we reported our findings we were told to let it go.

Obsessed with the case, I began to get bored. All I could think about was victims I had tried to find who were found in various parts of the city. I was furious that we weren’t given any answers. Even worse, I felt like the answers were hiding right under my nose. It was a stupid move on my part, but I used my spare time to dedicate myself to the case. From a good friend who took over the case, I discovered that there had been a new body.

I walked to the scene of the crime, claiming to one of my old colleagues that it was important for my work. Of course the crime scene was still as cluttered and messy as the others, and of course the body had been found somewhere out in the open. Like all the other bodies found, the parts of the victim I could see looked as though she was ready for a date – make-up perfectly kept, opposed to mascara stains, and well styled hair. Not only that, but when her home was searched, none of her technological devices were found. An important thing I noticed was the fact that I shared similar characteristics of these young women – I had brown hair, I was tall, and olive toned skin.

With this in mind, I continued my own investigation by putting myself on dating apps and websites. In the process, I discovered the killer I had stupidly went in search of. Instead of the killer being a man, the killer was a woman. To make matters worse, this woman wasn’t some random woman who was bored and decided to go on a killing spree – this woman was Rachel. Since I had no back-up, Rachel showed me her true colors. I thought she was going to attack me like she attacked her other victims, but instead she shot me twice, leaving me to tumble down the stairs, before telling me to watch my back.

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chaelisaff · 4 years

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this is NOT a corny american teenage story

prompt by ket @wanpup on twitter: wenlisa bffs crackheads/bandgeeks falling for the popular jocks

Out of all the clubs and organizations at the high school, the glee club was the last club she wanted to join.

Like, she swore she’d never be caught singing acapella and twirling like a damn idiot, but here she was.

Unfortunately.

Well, it did take a series of unfortunate events for her to get here.

One, her dad suddenly resigned from his post as head chef of a 5 star restaurant in Thailand to open his own restaurant an ocean away - in California. Apparently, her dad also had a big fight with the big bossman of the restaurant and he just couldn’t stomach working there anymore. The move wasn’t completely of his own volition and void of consideration for her feelings, so she tries not to be too bitter about that one.

Two, all of this happened after the school year had already started on her sophomore year. So, she has to start school in a whole new continent, where she has to speak a whole new language when all the kids already had cliques and knew each other.

This one was hard to not be bitter about because of course - of course - the universe would fuck with her like this.

But the third circumstance was the one that she absolutely hated the most.

Said third circumstance was standing in front of the whole glee club right now with the brightest smile, holding sheet music, and making a pep talk about how the glee club is home for the misfits, refuge for those who don’t fit in.

And her name is Wendy Shon.

A five foot tall Korean-Canadian spazz whose eyes shine a little too bright and who is never without a kind smile.

Okay, Lisa is being a little unfair.

Wendy Shon, afterall, was her only real friend in school right now.

See, it started on her first day - it was the thirteenth, on a Friday. The signs were enough to convince her to defer starting school to the next monday, but no, she had to go “it’s okay, I can start right away,” to her parents and the principal.

Wendy Shon greeted her on the first day of class, introduced herself as the senior rep and glee club president and proceeded to show her around.

Apparently, Wendy Shon had also been new to the school only a year ago, too, and wanted to help ease her into adjusting. Lisa thought of two things then: how amazing it is that a new kid already managed to be involved in so many extra-curricular activities and how truly kind it was of her to volunteer to be Lisa’s first friend.

But then that Friday the thirteenth started rearing its own ugly head and before even the lunch bell rang, a bunch of volleyball jocks had “accidentally” dunked a slushie (apparently that’s what they called those colorful convenience store drinks made of crushed ice) over her head.

Wendy was horrified that she’d experienced that on her first day so the glee club president became Mother Theresa incarnate and took care of her.

Lisa went home that day in Wendy’s nice-smelling gym clothes.

But before that, Lisa had asked Wendy if there was any dance club she could join, and Wendy shook her head with a cute pout, bottom lip jutting out. But then a light bulb seemed to go off in Wendy’s head and she told Lisa, “we do have a glee club, though, and we dance there, too!”

And as much as Lisa didn’t really want to sing and dance like some High School Musical extra, she couldn’t say no to Wendy’s puppy dog eyes, especially in view of the fact that the girl had been more than accommodating and caring towards her.

Three months later, she’s sitting in one of the chairs in the band practice room, listening to the glee club president - her default best friend because she can’t speak english fluently just yet and no one else really talks to her - Wendy Shon belt out Air Supply’s “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing”.

Cheesiest song, ever, Lisa thinks.

She and Wendy walk home together after practice that day - like they do every day.

Because as luck would have it, they live a block away from each other.

(Yes, when Wendy found out about this, she appeared on Lisa’s doorstep with “Welcome Neighbour!” cupcakes. Of course, Mother Wenresa also bakes. Of course.)

Don’t get her wrong, though, Lisa is grateful to have Wendy.

It’s just that she wished she wasn’t just left with Wendy because she had no one else to hang out with.

And one day as if the universe answered her wish in a twisted way, she bumped into someone as she ran in the hallway, rounding a corner, trying to beat the bell before class, and spilled all the contents of her chocolate milk.

The frothy, sticky, brown beverage splattered everywhere, leaving nothing in her immediate vicinity unmarked - the hallway, the lockers, and the biggest casualties being the uniform of the person she bumped into and her friend.

Uniform, registered in Lisa’s mind immediately after.

When she looked up from under the fringe of her bangs, she saw the shocked faces of two of the most popular volleyball jocks in school; Korean-American senior and volleyball team captain Kang Seulgi and her best friend, Korean-Australian sophomore, Roseanne Park.

Fuck. Lisa swore in her mind after she realized it’s the same girls who dunked the slushie on her head on the first day.

Kang Seulgi had looked so shocked, but it was Roseanne Park who was quick to recover.

“Ugh!” Roseanne groaned then directed angry eyes at Lisa. “What the hell?! Watch where you’re going!”

Lisa held her hands up.

“I’m sorry!”

Roseanne huffed and took an angry step forward.

“You better be!”

Then Lisa was sure she’d just accidentally signed her death warrant.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Seulgi held the sophomore back. “It’s okay, Rosie.”

Rosie grumbled but eventually she and Seulgi walked away, with her trying to squeeze out the sticky stuff from her blonde hair.

Seulgi spared Lisa a glance but said nothing.

Apparently Wendy had witnessed everything and happened to be in the hallway, too. The kind glee club president rushed to her and - for the second time - offered to lend Lisa her nice smelling gym clothes.

Only then did Lisa realize some of the chocolate splattered onto her, too.

Weeks after the incident, Lisa became hyper-aware of the presence of Roseanne park and Kang Seulgi. She discovered that she shared nearly all of her classes with the sophomore volleyball player, except for English Literature since she had to take an English-as-Second-Language course first as prerequisite since she’s a foreigner.

(She had outstanding grades in math and biology and the principal had allowed her to be in the advanced classes, too. Apparently, Roseanne Park wasn’t any other dumb jock because she was on the sophomore honor roll, too.)

Lisa was convinced that Roseanne Park threw her the stink eye during class and sometimes turned around to throw glares at her.

Wendy argued that she was just being paranoid.

“Seulgi and Rosie aren’t the mean jocks that you think they are, Lis.” Wendy scoffed one afternoon as they were walking home. “This is real life, you know, not some american teenage tv show with an awful plot.”

“I’m telling you, Wendy!” Lisa argued back. “They really hate me! Especially that Park girl.” She shuddered. “I told you they were also the ones who dumped the slushie on me on my first day of school.”

Wendy just shook her head.

“The slushie was a total accident, just like the choco milk was, Lis.”

Lisa just sighed.

“If I go missing one day like what happened in Pretty Little Liars, it’s YOUR fault for not listening to me.”

Wendy just groaned.

“Whatever, crazy ass.”

And of course - as luck would have it, and as all those cheesy american teenage shows have shown - Lisa ends up being partnered with Roseanne Park in biology.

They were supposed to dissect a frog.

“Okay, now go team up with your respective partners!” Their biology teacher clapped once, and all their classmates dispersed and grouped themselves.

Roseanne Park approached her. Lisa gulped and thought about how she’s going to get murdered and die while she’s in a dumb Amercan high school at the hands of a pretty blonde while she’s in GLEE CLUB.

Roseanne put on the lab coat and the surgical gloves and sat beside her.

Lisa dared a sideways look.

And damn, even with just her side profile in view, it was easy to tell that the blonde girl was indeed pretty.

Suddenly the “well, mark me down as scared AND horny” meme came to her mind.

Lisa shook her head.

Her brain really didn’t need to be thinking about that!

Beside her Roseanne pulled out her textbook and cleared her throat.

“Shall we start?”

Lisa nodded. The two girls both got to working.

Lisa learned after that fateful day that perhaps Roseanne Park wasn’t all that scary.

Apparently, the blonde volleyball player was really afraid of frogs. She put on a brave face, of course, but when the frog almost leapt out of Lisa’s grip, she went screaming and flailing to the other side of the room.

The whole class erupted in laughter, even the teacher.

Rosie had looked embarrassed and she came back to their table with her head bowed and ears tinged pink.

Lisa felt bad for her so she just smiled at the jock and offered to do most of the work.

Roseanne had declined, but Lisa insisted, and with a smile, comforted her. The transferee gripped the frog tightly and showed it to her partner.

“See? Harmless.” Lisa said.

Rosie just gave her a look then and said nothing.

They finished the rest of the activity without much of an event.

In the cafeteria, the next day, Wendy was really into whatever story she was telling Lisa when her eyes suddenly widened and she snapped her mouth shut.

When Lisa looked at her confused and asked, “what?” somebody behind her cleared their throat.

She turned to see Roseanne Park and Kang Seulgi standing behind her - Kang Seulgi with the brightest, goofiest smile and Roseanne Park looking down at her feet shyly, both in their volleyball uniforms and carrying lunch trays with food.

“Y-yes?” Lisa asked with apprehension as two things ran through her mind: what the fuck are they doing here and how the fuck did queen of bitch face Kang Seulgi somehow look like a teddy bear when she smiles?

Seulgi elbowed Roseanne. Roseanne glared at her friend then cleared her throat.

“Mind if we eat lunch with you guys?” Roseanne Park asked a beat later.

Lisa was too stunned, so Wendy took it upon herself to answer.

“Sure!”

Seulgi, still smiling, took the seat beside Wendy. Roseanne sat beside Lisa.

Lisa heard nothing but her heartbeat drumming in her ears. The scary pretty jock was sitting beside her.

And then said scary, pretty jock put a lunch box in front of her.

“I made this as thanks for your help yesterday.” Roseanne explained without looking at her.

Lisa was too shocked to move. Wendy stared at the scene in front of her with comically wide eyes and jaw hanging loose. Seulgi unwrapped a sandwich beside the glee club president and bit into it without a care in the world.

When Roseanne realized Lisa wouldn’t open the lunch box, the blonde jock took it upon herself to lay out the food in front of her.

It was a beautiful Korean-style spread in a pink little bento-style plastic container. Inside it was a small serving of japchae noodles, six pieces of gimbap, three pieces of pan-fried dumplings, and cabbage kimchi and korean radish giving it the pretty and bright splash of color and flavor.

It looked mouth-wateringly perfect.

“I-” Lisa was too surprised to form words. “Wow,” was all she could manage.

Roseanne reached over and grabbed the sandwich and soda she’d gotten from the cafeteria.

“I’ll eat your lunch in exchange.” Roseanne simply informed her.

Seulgi just beamed and chuckled. Then the volleyball captain turned to the glee club president beside her.

“Wendy, right?”

It was Wendy’s turn to blush and stammer.

“Y-yeah.”

Seulgi nodded then held out a hand for the other senior to shake.

“I’m Seulgi! I guess we never really met since you’re in all of the advanced classes because you’re way too smart.”

Wendy blushed a deep shade of red and shook Seulgi’s hand.

“I- you’re too kind. And of course, I know you. You’re Kang Seulgi, the ace volleyball player and captain.”

The words rushed out of Wendy’s mouth and Seulgi scrunched her nose and laughed.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, then, Wendy.”

It didn’t seem physically possible but Wendy blushed even more.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, too.”

Wendy and Seulgi hit it off after that day.

In between classes and as she walked the hallway, Lisa sometimes saw Seulgi talking to Wendy at her locker.

Seulgi was relaxed and leaned against the locker beside Wendy’s. Wendy would be hugging her bag or her books to herself.

Then the scene became a daily thing and Wendy’s stance relaxed bit by bit.

And since Wendy and Seulgi were suddenly becoming closer, Roseanne Park became a regular fixture in Lisa’s life, too.

Neither of them really offered to walk with the other, but since they happened to share most of their classes, Lisa and Roseanne ended up walking to and from their classes together.

Sometimes the duo would pass by Wendy and Seulgi.

Each pair would smile at the other and wave, Wendy yelling after Lisa and telling her that they would walk home together., as if she needed a reminder of their routine.

Lisa thought Wendy did that just because she gets shy being seen with Seulgi.

They’d gotten paired up again for another biology activity.

Roseanne put her books away and Lisa approached her.

“Hey, so when do you want to work on the project?” Lisa asked. She was more comfortable around the blonde jock now.

As comfortable as one could be when around the really pretty girl they had a crush on.

“Um, whenever you’re free?” Roseanne absentmindedly answered.

“How about this Saturday?”

“Sure. Your house?”

Lisa fought a blush.

“Sure.”

Roseanne nodded.

“Okay.”

Lisa pursed her lips.

“I’ll text you the address?”

And that was how Lisa had unknowingly, accidentally casually asked for Roseanne’s number.

The blonde jock smirked at her like she knew something Lisa didn’t and that was when Lisa realized what she’d actually done.

“Okay, give me your phone.” Roseanne said.

Lisa obliged.

When the blonde returned her phone, Lisa saw that the name she’d saved for herself was ‘Rosie❤’.

Lisa couldn’t fight off the grin that erupted on her face then.

Friday, Lisa and Wendy hung back at the glee club room talking about what song the glee club should perform next, when Seulgi and Rosie suddenly walked in.

“Hey!” Seulgi announced, coming up to Wendy immediately and standing close. The volleyball captain looked like she was going in for a hug but stopped herself at the last second.

Wendy licked her lips and shyly looked down.

“Hi,” the glee club captain greeted back. “What brings you two jocks to the loser side of the school?” she asked.

Seulgi blew out air and waved her statement off as if it was the silliest thing.

“Oh, please, Wan, if I wasn’t on a sports scholarship, I would be here, too.”

Lisa looked confused for a moment and Wendy noticed.

“Wan?” Lisa asked. Seulgi looked at Wendy confused.

Wendy blushed.

“Oh, that’s my Korean name, Lisa.” She explained. “My Korean name is Seungwan.”

Lisa’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and her eyes widened, coming down with the realization that the three people in the room with her all had Korean blood.

“I didn’t know that.” Lisa said.

“Yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you.” Wendy looked sheepish. “I didn’t think you’d ever need to call me by it.”

Lisa waved it off.

“That’s fine. And you’re right.”

That was when Lisa started to suspect Seulgi and Wendy had something more than friendship blossoming between them.

Saturday, after Rosie left Lisa’s house, the transferee’s phone rang showing Wendy’s caller ID.

“Can I come over?” Wendy sounded anxious.

Lisa got worried.

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I have to talk to you about something.”

Five minutes later, Wendy was at Lisa’s door.

Ten minutes and a lot of Wendy pacing back and forth in her room after that, her friend turned to her.

“I think I have a crush on Seulgi.” The girl confessed.

Lisa couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Girl, that’s been so obvious, why are you telling me this like it’s news?!”

Wendy punched Lisa’s shoulder.

“Shut up, Lisa! Can you take me coming out seriously?”

Lisa just laughed louder. Wendy pouted.

The Thai girl threw her arms around her best friend.

“You silly, talented, brilliant, kind, dumbass.” Lisa said with affection. “I’m proud of you.”

Wendy buried her face in Lisa’s shoulder and shed a few happy tears.

A few beats later, Lisa added, “I’m pretty sure Seulgi likes you back.”

Wendy disentangled herself from Lisa and punched her again.

Wednesday, as they walked home together, Lisa turned to Wendy suddenly.

“I have a crush on Rosie.” She admitted to Wendy.

Wendy just rolled her eyes.

“Duh, as if that wasn’t the most obvious thing.”

“HEY!” Lisa stopped walking. “I was really supportive when you came out to me and now you do this to me?!”

Wendy just cackled and ran away before Lisa could grab her or punch her.

Rosie and Lisa were walking together after biology. They spotted Seulgi and Wendy from afar.

And then suddenly they both stopped in their tracks and their jaws dropped.

Because Seulgi suddenly leaned down to capture Wendy’s lips in a kiss and Wendy kissed her back.

“So, you guys are dating now, huh?” Lisa wiggled her eyebrows at the couple sitti across her.

The four of them were in the cafeteria, at what has become their usual table.

Seulgi just grins and Wendy blushes.

Lisa knew that they were holding hands under the table.

“Yep!” Seulgi piped up happily.

“It’s about time.” Lisa snorted. “I was sick of you both making heart eyes at each other in the hallways and being too much of cowards to act on your feelings.”

Wendy sent her a glare. Seulgi threw the wrapping of her sandwich at Lisa.

“Says the idiot who can’t admit her feelings.” Wendy shot back at her.

It was Lisa’s turn to glare.

“I’m just looking for the right timing, okay?”

And suddenly, Rosie spoke up, eyebrow raised and smirking.

“Oh really? When does the timing become right, Lisa?”

Lisa gulped.

“Well, uh,” Lisa stammered. “Well, I guess you just know when it is!”

“Oh yea?” Rosie challenged. “Well, I’m telling you there isn’t a right timing and you should just go for it.”

And then Rosie got up and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Seulgi and Wendy looked on with wide eyes, surprise and confusion mixed with interest shining in them.

Lisa was stunned for a few seconds before she got up and ran after Rosie.

“Rosie, wait!” Lisa called after the blonde. “Slow down and let me catch up!”

Rosie groaned.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to catch up, Lisa!”

Lisa sped up, pumped her legs and feet against the hallways of the school.

“Wait!” Lisa screamed again, gasping for breath.

Rosie didn’t stop. Lisa propped herself up with her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

So with the last gust of air left in Lisa’s lungs she screamed loud enough for the whole school to hear.

“ROSEANNE PARK, STOP WALKING AWAY SO I CAN TELL YOU I LIKE YOU, DAMMIT!”

And that’s when Rosie stopped walking and turned around.

“It’s about time you said that!” Rosie shot back.

The blonde jock ran towards Lisa and nearly tackled her down.

And with a smile she whispered her confession low enough so that only Lisa could hear.

“I like you too.”

#chaelisa #chaelisaff #wenseul #004

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malcolmbrights-a · 5 years

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Claudia Daviau / Paranormal Bio

tw: death, crime themes, bullying, brief description of corpse, adultery

At the age of two, I was adopted by Susanna and Ivan Daviau. Susanna could not have children and Ivan wanted them. They were both busy people who cared for me in their own ways, but were much too invested in their personal lives to really give me the attention I wanted. Since I was usually in the company of nannies, I found myself growing more attached to them. And while my nannies were great and helped me grow into the woman I am today, they all eventually left me.

During this curious phase of my life, I discovered my father would throw away the letters my mother would give him in the mornings. I learned that my older brother pretended to be the son my father wanted him to be, instead of thhe bored guy who smoked pot by the side of the house. I learned that my sisters were flawed as well. Most importantly, I discovered my mother wasn’t the perfect wife and mother she presented herself to be in front of her friends. She was filled with secrets that ranged from one-night stands to having a son I didn’t know about. A son who had gone missing, whose body had yet to be found. With all this information in mind, I finally opened my eyes to the fact that the world was flawed and that everyone made mistakes.

[title]What I warn you to remember is that I am a detective. Our relationship with truth is fundamental but cracked, refracting confusingly like fragmented glass. - Tana French, In the Woods[/title]

Working as a police officer was exciting. Even when I was doing nothing but handing out tickets and telling party-goers to turn down their music, I was having the time of my life. I felt much happier as a police officer than I did as a psychiatrist. However, once I was given the shot to work as a homicide detective, I got to combine my love of puzzles with the information I’d learned while studying psychiatry.

I walked to the scene of the crime, claiming to one of my old colleagues that it was important for my work. Of course the crime scene was still as cluttered and messy as the others, and of course, the body had been found somewhere out in the open. Like all the other bodies found, the parts of the victim I could see looked as though she was ready for a date – make-up perfectly kept, opposed to mascara stains, and well-styled hair. Not only that, but when her home was searched, none of her technological devices were found. An important thing I noticed was the fact that I shared similar characteristics of these young women – I had brown hair, I was tall, and olive toned skin.

#c: claudia darling #maybe???#im in love w this old bio i found like......fuck #writing that all down would be DOPE #elliesfinishedworks #i wanna join a supernatural group when i have time......cause im love #or a want plots w this version of her #GOD

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rebeccaseattle · 5 years

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Stand and Deliver

I am, practically speaking a math teacher. Technically speaking, I am a mild/moderate special ed teacher, but I teach math, to special ed kids, mostly.

Growing up, one movie I saw over, and over, and over again in school was Stand and Deliver. It was played almost every day we had a sub or the teacher didn’t have a plan, etc, etc etc. Then, my senior year my school theater program (of which I was highly involved) decided to do the play version. I essentially memorized that film. If you don’t know the movie, is carefully based off a true story of the famous math teacher, Jaime Escalante, an immigrant from Bolivia, whose teaches/coaches/mentors a handful of underserved high school students from a gang-ridden Garfield High School in LA into taking and passing the AP Calculus exam. These students success is so impressive, that they naturally are accused of cheating and the students have to retake a harder version of the test to indeed prove they do know math that well.

Anyway, now that I am working math students, I asked myself, should I show the movie to my students? Somehow no one in my school seemed to know about the film. I’m sure things have changed in the 15 years since my own high school experience, and I’m in a different demographic. So I researched the movie carefully and how different educators felt about it.

I ended up reading a lot about Jaime Escalante and the true story the film was based on. It was actually pretty close, a lot closer than your usual Hollywood films, it’s inaccuracies were few and not to dramatic.

I found one fascinating blog post all about why teachers should not show this film to their students. One major point was, while Jaime Escalante was clearly an amazing educator who lead his kids to success, he was very controversial. Not only at Garfield high school as is portrayed in the film for pushing his kids so hard and setting high expectations for him, but also for later in life as he supported “English Only” movement in education. Many had the opinion that such an outlook is oppressive to students learning English as a second language. Most of the blog readers I read who said this, were like me, white, and native English speakers. I found this fascinating. I don’t necessarily agree with the English only movement, I don’t have an opinion and don’t think it’s my place to form one at this time. However, I think it’s possible to separate one person’s endeavor from another and appreciate one without the other. For example, I do in fact like Einstein’s general theory of relativity, however Albert was a huge jerk to his first wife, Meliva (whose name appears on one of the early drafts as its often said she helped with the math involved) and left her penniless with 3 children he refused to support for over a decade. Still Albert Einstein did do an amazing job of figuring out, testing, and working on this theory and that’s still amazing and inspiring. So I don’t think that was a valid reason to not watch it.

Another educator wrote that Stand and Deliver was in the same spirit of “Dangerous Minds” which is definitely a movie about white saviorism. That movie, whose title alone offends me, also based on a true story, is about a white lady who comes to a gang-ridden high school and teaches English to underserved populations and like reduces gang violence or something (it’s been a while). That of course is a theme I need to avoid at all costs, savorism is a horrifying myth I seen projected onto my job, more on that later. For more fun we can watch the SNL skit “Pretty White Lady.”

However, Stand and Deliver is not the same as Dangerous Minds. The teacher is not a white person, but an immigrant himself who is technically classified as Latino. Okay, yes Bolivia is a very different country than say Mexico, or the other countries my students, or his, may come from. And I’m sure they don’t speak the same type of Spanish is Bolivia then say other countries, but still he’s an immigrant literally speaking the same language as his students.

Also, the other factor I had to point out, is the math in Stand and Deliver, is actually very real math. In college I learned an excellent short cut to integration by parts, that my professors learned from the movie. Today things are a lot better, but in that era, the math in movies, was actually quite fake, and bad. The math that is done in SD, is actually quite accurate. It’s real calculus, algebra, and trig. I figured if nothing else I could show it to my kids purely for them to try to recognize the math happening in the movie.

So I played the movie for my students and kept an open mind. I tried not to lecture or get to preachy toward them, I just wanted to be open to how they responded and then figure out if this was an advantageous movie for them to see. I did tell them to be aware of the various math tricks that happened in the movie.

Also it was my first time watching the movie since I learned calculus and was very excited to revisit these scenes and examine the math.

So here is the results:

1. My kids loved the movie. If for nothing else, they liked watching a movie in their math class. They would much rather watch movies then do math. It didn’t matter that the movie was nearly half a century old, still better than doing a worksheet or something.

2. One thing that I noticed is that a number of my kids liked that the movie was about latina/latino students. A number of my students have a lot of pride in their ethnicity. While there are a number of white people in the movie, they show up in minor supporting roles. Much like the reverse of what we see in Hollywood today. The movie really is about Latin Americans and they seemed to appreciate that they were in the foreground. The minute it started, one of my students who had never spoke to me before then, told me about one of his favorite old movies, that was casted completely by latino actors.

Furthermore, while Escalante is central, and he is portrayed as a hero, the real heroes of the movie are actually the high school students. It was very much a movie about kids in high school that delved into their family lives, dating issues, career decisions, conflicts with friends, etc. So it’s also a movie about high school kids.

3. In addition, despite the movie being around 40 years old, there were a couple of cultural elements my students seem to relate to. For example, the way my students greet each other and their particular hand shake (which I can’t do, but am learning, growth mindset) was done in the movie by adults. In the scene when Guadalupe was putting her brothers and sisters to bed, one of my students, who identifies as Mexican, called out, “That’s a Mexican household there. That’s my cousins” My students commented on what food was being cooked in scenes and compared it to their friends and families’ cooking. In the conflict scene where Escalante confronts the college board representatives about the accusations, they were super engaged, predicting, accurately what Escalante would say next and how they would have handled it. They pointed out to me we have the same desks as the students in the movie (facepalm here). They even explained to me, the subtext of the gang violence around Angel in the movie. This is something I didn’t see or understand when I was a kid. Of course this wasn’t the whole movie. A lot of the scenes culturally didn’t make sense to them, they were outdated, not relatable, or relevant.

4. They liked that the movie talked openly about racism. Going back to that scene where Escalante confronts the school board, they were super engaged. They got very excited when Escalante confronts the college board representatives, and the fact that they were sent out because of their distinct ethnic backgrounds. They liked that the racism was being called out rather than everyone turning a blind eye and closed mouth. Most of my students, regardless of ethnicity were engaged in that part.

Some of the kids though just spaced out, or were on their phones. I still have mixed feelings about the film, and would welcome other’s opinions about showing stand and deliver as a math teacher. It could be they were just grateful for a chill day.

For me, I noticed a few things.

1. The math is very accurate, and there are a couple of really cool math tricks happening in it. Namely integration by parts and the trick to multiply by nines using the fingers.

2. I liked that Escalante pointed out the Mayans understood the concept of zero long before europeans did. I personally also like pointing out white people did not invent algebra, middle easterners did. I think the history of math is important, but is often whitewashed to be just about the Greeks and Romans. Often in history, only white history is told and the accomplishments of groups is silenced.

3. The only math flaw I saw in the movie was when Escalante read ln(x-1) as the words L N. Any Calculus teacher worth their weight would of course read it as “The Natural Log of x minus 1.

4. There are all sorts of subtext I understand now as an adult, that I didn’t as a kid. The fact the Ana leaves the test early so others won’t be accused of cheating off of her, or that Guadalupe doesn’t have a place or time to study when she’s at home.

5. There is a honestly, the kids are clearly treated unfair by society and the movie points out this truth. The kids rise above by having to work extra hard to retake the test. I don’t know about the message of having the kids to work extra hard, I don’t want to get to preachy in my profession. But at least it acknowledges the unfair, racist elements the kids deal with, rather than be in denial or victim blaming I often see. It does have the message that the the kids are up to the challenge. They may have to work harder, but they are certainly underestimate by those in power over them. That makes an interesting point, but I’m not sure what it is yet.

Anyway, I showed the movie this year, and I would love other’s thoughts about it.

#stand and deliver #Jaime Escalante Math Class White privledge

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ceci-n-est-pas-un-chat · 6 years

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Makers of History: Sophie Scholl

“How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause? Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?”

These are the last words of Sophie Scholl, just before she was executed for high treason by the guillotine in 1943, aged twenty one, after being caught distributing pamphlets encouraging passive resistance to the Nazis. Known as a symbol for anti-Nazism since the 1970s, Sophie’s role in The White Rose, a non-violent resistance group to Hitler’s government based around active intellectual opposition to the regime, was a stand against the horrors of Nazi Germany. But what about the girl herself? What sort of girl would face martyrdom so calmly at the tender age of twenty one? Here are five points of interest about her life, that perhaps might shed some light on the girl behind the name.

WARNING: What follows discusses in detail actions of the Nazis, such as the Holocaust, euthanasia and homophobia, that some readers may find upsetting.

[source: The White Rose (Life time: 1943) - Original publication: 1942]

Even in secondary school, Sophie was critical of the Nazis

For those of you who don’t know, secondary school is from the ages of 11 to 18, and in Nazi Germany, the curriculum was full of pro-Nazism indoctrination. For example, young children used to be taught how to recognise Jews from their facial features alone as an attempt to introduce them to eugenics and to teach them that the Jews were inferior to the German Aryan ideal. Initially, Sophie was quite enthusiastic to join the Bund Deutscher Mädel (The League of German Girls) aged twelve, the female wing of the Hitler Youth, which her brother Hans was a member of:

'But there was something else that drew us with mysterious power and swept us along: the closed ranks of marching youth with banners waving, eyes fixed straight ahead, keeping time to drumbeat and song. Was not this sense of fellowship overpowering? It is not surprising that all of us, Hans and Sophie and the others, joined the Hitler Youth? We entered into it with body and soul, and we could not understand why our father did not approve, why he was not happy and proud. On the contrary, he was quite displeased with us.’

- Inge Scholl, Sophie’s sister

However, the disillusionment of her friends and family - even Hans eventually, after the Nazis began to target him over a same-sex relationship he had aged 16 - led to her turning against the Nazi Party. She almost didn’t graduate secondary school because she had lost any interest in participating, but she did in the end with an essay titled “The Hand that Moved the Cradle, Moved the World.” Again, Sophie found difficulty in applying to university as it required her to partake in Reichsarbeitsdienst (National Service) - she originally hoped she could teach in kindergarten as an alternative, but this was not accepted and a year later she became a nursery teacher in the auxiliary war service for six months. During this time she was again dismayed by the things she learnt about the operation of the Nazi Party.

2) Sophie was religious

Sophie was discovered to have sent her boyfriend, Fitz Hartnagel, two volumes of the Catholic John Henry Newman’s sermons when he was sent to the Eastern Front. Sophie and Fitz discussed in great depth the ‘theology of conscience’ in their letters to each other, and this greatly impacted how she viewed the political situation in Germany at the time. Catholic Bishop Clemens August Graft von Galen also influenced her, especially his outcry against the Nazis’ euthanasia policies that were intended to ‘protect the gene pool’. Sophie was horrified by what Hartnagel told her of Soviet POWS being shot into mass graves, and when he passed on what he had learnt about the extermination of the Jews in death camps. The euthanasia policies in particular prompted her to distribute Graft von Galen’s sermon as the first leaflet before the official establishment of the White Rose.

[Bishop Graft von Galen: Domkapitular Gustav Albers († 1957) - Bildersammlung des Bistumsarchivs Münster, des Erbnehmers der Urheberrechte ]

"We know by whom we are created, and that we stand in a relationship of moral obligation to our creator. Conscience gives us the capacity to distinguish between good and evil."

- Fitz Hartnagel to Sophie Scholl

Fritz was evacuated from Stalingrad in 1943, but sadly this was after Sophie’s execution. He went on to marry her older sister, Elisabeth.

3) The fact that she was a woman proved invaluable to her work as part of The White Rose

Not only did the fact that Sophie was a woman mean she was much less likely to be stopped by the SS, thus making her useful for distributing leaflets, but it also meant that when she was arrested, the Gestapo (specifically the interrogator Robert Mohr) originally thought her innocent. It was only after her brother, Hans, confessed to the crime that she assumed full responsibility in the hopes that her brother and other fellow members of the White Rose would he protected.

4) Sophie’s brother was also involved in The White Rose

It was Hans involvement, in fact, which introduced Sophie to the movement. Sophie, after realising that Hans was an author of one of the anti-Nazi pamphlets being distributed around her university, joined him in The White Rose, despite his initial reluctance at her risking her safety. They were both arrested after an incident in the University of Munich in 1943, along with their friend and fellow member, Christoph Probst. Sophie and Hans had been distributing pamphlets throughout the university, but once the bell rang to dismiss class, they discovered that they still had some left over. In an attempt to rid herself of some, Sophie Scholl threw them from the upper level into the atrium, but was spotted by the caretaker, and was reported to the Gestapo along with her brother. Hans attempted to eat his remaining pamphlets before they could be found on him, but the Gestapo retrieved them from his stool and were able to piece them together. One of the pamphlets was authored by Probst, thus incriminating him as well, and all three were executed.

[Hans Scholl: source]

5) Her work left an important legacy

In 2003, Germans voted for Sophie and Hans Scholl as the fourth greatest Germans to ever live. Had the vote taken into account just the votes of people under 40, then they would have come first, over Einstein, Bach and Bismark. At the time, the sixth pamphlet was smuggled into the United Kingdom, and Allied planes in 1943 dropped copies over Germany under the title ‘The Manifesto of the Students of Munich’, thus making all of Germany aware of the actions of The White Rose. Unfortunately however, this did not lead to a great revolt against the totalitarian regime. The White Rose has had more influence post-war.

So, what are your impressions of the courageous Sophie Scholl? Do feel free to drop me an ask and let me know, or correct me if you think I got something wrong! (Politely, of course).

Well, that’s it for now from Makers of History! This may be the last installment, not because I want to stop, but because this new-fangled Article 13 being proposed by the EU means I may have to delete my blog if it passes. So if I do have to, know that it’s been great fun making these, and I’m sorry to go <3

As always, my sources are WIKIPEDIA.

I’m not doing anything special, just trying to get people interested in history!

Until we meet again,

Aurelia x

#make history great again #makers of history #sophie scholl #hans scholl #history #historical figures #world war 2 #world war ii #world war two #adolf hitler #hitler #the nazis #nazism #the holocaust #stalingrad #the white rose #the scholl siblings #germany #german history

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 6 years

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Persistence is Key-John Shelby Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: fluff, long

Y/S/N- Your Sister’s Name

“I love your hair, Y/N, it looks so posh!” Y/S/N said as she linked arms with me.

“Thanks, it feels a bit weird but I suppose it’s a nice change,” I said.

After three months of dragging my feet and being indecisive, I finally got my hair cut into the bob hair style that I had seen all over Paris as well as in London thanks to the flapper girls. A few older women stared at me as we passed them on the street but as long as my parents were okay with it, I didn’t care about them.

“And the bangs are perfect,” she gushed.

I frowned. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What? I love you, sis, what’s so weird about that?”

“We barely speak when I’m home, there’s something else going on.”

“I’m just happy that my stylish little sister is home for Christmas is all,” she said.

Her shimmering e/c eyes were a little too shimmery and her lipsticked smile was far too wide. She was hiding something and her having a secret made me nauseous because if it gave her this much joy, it was something at my expense. It was times like these that I wished that I could read her mind.

When we got home, I realized why she was so nice. John Shelby was standing in front of the house with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He was wearing a long dark coat, expensive suit, and the Blinder razor hat. Just looking at him made me shake with irritation.

“I knew something was wrong,” I griped.

“Hi, John!” she said.

John looked up and smirked when he saw me. “Y/S/N, Y/N.”

“Hi, John,” I said in a polite but bored tone.

Y/S/N practically dragged me over to him. “What brings you here?”

“I came to give these to Y/N.”

“That really isn’t necessary, John.”

“I insist.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the bouquet was already in my hands. It was a beautiful bouquet but I already had several dozen flowers in my room thanks to his previous efforts.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to talk,” Y/S/N said.

“We aren’t love—”

But Y/S/N had already slammed the door to the house shut behind her and I bristled in annoyance. She had obviously set this up with John and only accompanied me to get my hair cut to make sure that I would be caught off guard but John popping by with flowers or candies was a normal thing. Since we were fourteen, John flirted with me and my friends would try to get me to kiss him but I’d refuse every time. It was horrifying to have everyone staring and demanding that one kisses a boy they aren’t too keen on. His brothers teased me endlessly about it even though he would always threaten to kill them if they said one word to me. When we got older, I’d considered going out with him, but he got married and then went off to fight in the war. When he came back, he and his wife started having kids and then she died giving birth to the last one. Of course, all the pity I had went out to John and I couldn’t help but feel bad that he had a hard time wrangling all those kids on his own. However, about a year had passed when he started stopping by when I happened to be visiting my sister and her husband. He would flirt and try to get me to go out with him, but I always refused.

“You cut your hair,” John said.

“Yeah, I wanted a change.”

“It looks good but you always look good.”

“Thank you, John,” I muttered. “You don’t look too bad yourself. How are your kids?”

“They’re all right, I suppose. Doin’ my head in all the time but I can’t be too upset with them. I’m gone all the time and they need a mother.”

“Well, good luck finding one,” I chirped, walking towards the front door.

“Y/N.”

I sighed and turned to him. “Yes?” “Would you come around to the Garrison to get a drink with me?”

His stupid light eyes were filled with some sort of hope but he still had a flirtatious expression. It was a confusing combination that I was used to seeing and at first, I felt bad about turning him down but after the two thousandth time, I decided that it was his fault for stopping by even though he knew what my answer would be.

“I can’t tonight, my publisher wants the last chapter by the end of the week and I’m trying to get past a bad case of writer’s block.” I took a step towards the door as John took a step towards me.

“I heard alcohol helps with these kinds of things.”

“I prefer not using alcohol as a crutch.”

My back hit the door and John was right in front of me. I felt cornered in and had a bad feeling that Y/S/N was having far too much fun watching all this unfold from the parlor room.

“One drink isn’t going to hurt,” John said.

I sighed. He wasn’t about to let me get off that easy—-he never did—-he was going to make me be blunt about it.

“John, we both know that even if my publisher wasn’t on my case about finishing this last book, I wouldn’t go to the Garrison with you.”

John frowned and his jaw tightened. “Why not? Why don’t you ever want to go out with me?”

I hesitated. Usually, John left with a real clever line only to return either the following day or the day after that. He never seemed so upset before but I suppose everyone has their limits. Perhaps now was as good a time as any to tell him why I could never and would never go out with him.

“I can’t go out with a known gangster, John, it will tarnish my reputation. While I appreciate how much your family has helped mine, it doesn’t change the fact that we are two people going in different directions with our lives. Besides, what if we did end up going out and it turned into something more, like marriage? I can’t be a good writer and tend after your kids. I’m sorry, John, you’re just going to have to find someone else.”

Like you did before.

I felt both weight less and guilty as I stared at John. He was still upset and much more tense than he had been when he first arrived at my house. Finally, he straightened up.

“Right, see you around, Y/N.”

I wanted to say something else but John was down the street before I knew it. Slowly, I turned to open the door only to have Y/S/N rip it open, her eyes wide with surprise.

“What did you say to him?” she demanded as she pulled me in.

“I…I told him the truth, I can’t date a gangster,” I said.

Y/S/N stared at me as though I’d lost my mind. “You what?”

“It’s the truth, Y/S/N. I’m already on thin ice with Alicia as it is and getting involved with gangster would be the knife in the coffin that is my career.”

“But what about Mum and Dad?” Y/S/N asked through gritted teeth.

“They just like that the Shelbys helped them out of a rough patch but you know that they would skin both of us alive if we ever got involved with one of ‘em. Why are you being so snippy?”

“John has never left the house looking more heartbroken or upset before. There is no telling what he will do to either of us or our family in his state!”

“Then you shouldn’t have told him that I was in town!” I griped.

Y/S/N pressed her lips together in a thin, firm line. She always made that face when I won one of our battles of wit. She should be satisfied with her life as a housewife considering that her husband owned one of the many factories in Small Heath. However, that gave her no right to punish me for staying in school long enough to get a degree in English and Creative Writing and become an author.

“If anything happens to Adam, Mum, or Dad because of your stunt I will never speak to you again!”

“You act as though that’s a punishment.”

I strolled away from her to put the flowers in a vase and add them to the collection of flowers in my room there. As much money as Y/S/N claimed Adam made they could afford a nicer house in London but stayed in Small Heath.

The room was big enough and there was a window outlooking the gray neighborhood. Around the perimeter of the room were vases of daisies, roses, and tulips. They were still growing well even though I only came up to Birmingham from London when I felt like it. Maybe Sandra, the housekeeper, was taking good care of them when I was gone.

I set the roses on my nightstand and stared at them. They were just another reminder of John so why hadn’t I thrown them out? Perhaps it was because it was a reminder that someone as tough as John could still be sweet and romantic when he wanted to. When we were kids, he used to give me the weeds that looked like yellow flowers because he thought I deserved something pretty. Also, he used to get into fights with boys who teased me or tried to flirt with me. It was all very sweet and I would be lying if I said that I never found him attractive, but life got in the way. He went off to to the war and I went to university, that’s just how it went.

“It’s not my fault,” I muttered to myself. “He knew that I wasn’t really interested so why would he keep coming back?”

I glanced at my black Imperial typewriter that was set on my desk. Writing always calmed me down and maybe now was as good a time as any to finish the book. I walked over to the desk, loaded the typewriter, and wrote.

Hot tears of anguish ran down Ella’s tears as she read the letter that said her worst nightmare: John Shelby had finally pissed off.

“Nope, can’t send that into Alicia,” I muttered as I took the paper out of the typewriter and reloaded it.

All Ella could do was stare as the love of her life walked away from her for the last time. Perhaps it was for the best since they were two different people. It would have never worked out since she was a beloved school teacher and he was a no good gangster.

I cursed under my breath as I ripped out the new paper as well and tossed it in the bin.

“You’ve got this, Y/N, this is about Ella and James,” I muttered.

Gray skies were brewing overhead as Ella stood in the field. The cold wind that usually warned the people in England that a storm was coming actually calmed her spirits. She closed her eyes and waited for the rain to come, to wash away any dirt that wasn’t particularly on her body but within her.

Suddenly, someone touched her hand, jarring her from the reverie and it was none other than James. He had that lopsided grin that made him look like the most clever man in the world and his dark curls were as wild and tangled as ever.

“Wh…what are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I wanted to see you again.”

“But you shouldn’t be out here, it’s going to rain soon.”

“You shouldn’t be out here either! It’s black as the Earl of Hell’s waistcoat.”

His hard Scottish accent made the hint of a smile appear on her lips. She had gotten so used to hearing it over the past year that it was going to be hard for her not to miss it.

“I like the rain, it’s like God’s telling the world that it gets another chance.” “Yeah, I guess.”

He looked perturbed but Ella didn’t wish to pry. He was already a difficult nut to crack and pushing too hard only made him retreat.

“Honestly, you should go before the blushing bride starts to worry about you—-wouldn’t want to the groom running off with someone else the day before the wedding.”

“Still strange that I’m gettin’ merrit.”

“Y/N, tea’s on!” I blinked and looked out the window to see that it was pitch black. It had taken me all that time to write all of one page? Maybe I did need some tea.

Thankfully, Sandra cooked and it was as good as it could possibly be aside from the awkward dinner conversation Y/S/N insisted on having with Adam every day he came home from work.

“So, Y/N, when are you headed back to London?” Adam asked

“The day after Christmas. You are all more than welcome to spend the New Year with me but there is something about being in London around that time that’s inspiring.”

“Oh, yes, how is that book of yours going?” Y/S/N asked.

“Better now, it should be done by the deadline.”

“Great,” Adam said.

The conversation lulled again and I was thankful that Y/S/N didn’t bring up John during tea because that would have been far too awkward for me. Finally, when tea was finished, I got back to writing and it felt as though my fingers couldn’t stop moving as I typed nearly everything that popped in my head. When I was finished, it had to be at least two o’clock in the morning and I didn’t even bother reading it before I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and read over my writing from the night before. It was pretty good if I said so myself but when I got to the end, my heart nearly stopped.

Hot tears streamed down Ella’s face and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She was tired of burying her feelings from James, from Olivia, from her parents, and from herself. James looked surprised and heartbroken at the young woman in front of him.

“Ella, what’s wrong?” he asked as he stepped closer to her.

“Everything! Everything is wrong. You wearing that tuxedo and marrying Olivia is wrong and you invited everyone we both know to come see it, including me. Did you even think about how much that would hurt me?”

“Ella, you said you were okay with this.” “I thought I was, but I’m not. I have so much else to be concerned with: my job, my parents, and my friends but I can’t move forward because you are always somewhere in the back of my mind haunting me. I shouldn’t care about you like this but I do and the fact that you are going to marry Olivia, shiny perfect Olivia, kills me!”

James reached out to touch Ella but she shrinked away. If he touched her, she was positive that she would be putty in his hands. Maybe if she had done that before, this part of her life would be right and she would be the one standing at the altar instead of Olivia.

“I’m so sorry that you’re hurting, Ella, but I can’t go with ya. I love Olivia.”

Ella sighed and smiled. “Of course you do.”

Ella straightened her back and walked out of the church proudly into the sun. She had just ruined a wedding and stirred up a ruckus that was definitely going to be the talk of the town for the next couple of weeks but she did not care. She was finally cutting herself off from James and as agnoizing as it was, it was necessary.

“Not too shabby, Y/N,” I whispered.

I organized the papers chronologically and stuffed them into an envelope with the rest of the chapter. As soon as I finished getting ready, I would send the chapter off to Alicia and not have to be concerned with any work for the rest of my vacation.

As I bathed and got ready, one glaring fact plagued me: Ella’s feelings about James were eerily similar to my feelings for John. Of course, I never told him that I ever remotely fancied him when we were younger, but the anguish of watching him marry someone else was there as well as the regret of not being more upfront with my feelings. Plus, I’d buried them for such a long time that perhaps I had grown to resent John because of it and him asking me out all the time aggravated me. However, I would miss not seeing him around as much since the Garrison was never my scene.

Thirty minutes later, I was pulling on my coat and walking out of the door with my latest chapter under the crook of my arm.

“I’ll see you later, Y/S/N!” I called.

She made a “hmm” noise in response before I pulled the door closed behind me. It was another cold, gray day in Small Heath but I still felt relatively upbeat as I walked down to the post and sent the chapter off. I took my time walking back to the house. Small Heath had some rugged charm to it but it was a lot more congested there than in London somehow.

When I finally made it back to the house, John and Y/S/N were having a spot of tea in the parlor. John wasn’t wearing his Blinder razor cap, which made me pause and not so subtly stare at him.

“Y/N, look who came to visit us,” Y/S/N said.

“John, I’m…surprised,” I said.

John stood. “Hello, Y/N.”

“We were just talking about you,” Y/S/N said.

“Oh.”

I sat in the chair next to her and John sat back down on the couch. Y/S/N poured me a cup of tea and I sipped it.

“You finished your book?” John asked.

I nodded. “Just sent it off to my editor, thank you for asking.”

“What’s it about?”

“Oh, Y/N has always been private about what her little stories are about,” Y/S/N said.

“No, it’s fine. It’s about a girl coming to terms with her emotions.”

“Huh.”

“She does that when she realizes she’s in love with a boy from her childhood in spite of the will they, won’t they stuff but the problem is, she realizes she loves him right before he gets married t othe girl of his dreams.”

“And do they end up together?” “You’ll have to read the book to find out.”

Y/S/N stared at me for a long moment and looked as though she might cry. “I’m going to see where Sandra is with those biscuits.” She walked away swiftly in spite of her high heels.

I set my tea down on the table. “So, what brings you to my house today?”

“Well, I was looking to speak to you but your sister let me in. After our conversation yesterday, I started thinking about how long I could really stay in the family business. It isn’t really safe for my kids or anyone who gets close to me. So, I talked to Tommy and he agreed to cut me my share of the business so that I can look for work elsewhere.”

“What?”

“I’m good with numbers and I could work anywhere.” John set his tea on the table. “What I’m trying to say is that I can be the man you want me to be. And the kids won’t be much trouble for you.”

“You would leave your family business for me?” I shook my head. “You’re mad.”

“Only when it comes to you.” John grabbed my hand. “I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you when we were five and I’ve never stopped. If it takes me leaving the family business to be with you, then I’ll do it.”

Suddenly, tears brimmed in my eyes and I tried to blink them away as my heart swelled in my chest. He was being ridiculous, incredibly, definitely ridiculous.

“You can’t be serious, John, that’s your family and your family has to mean everything to you.”

“They do but they understand why I’d want to leave.”

I ran a hand through my short hair. “This has to be the most foolish thing you have ever done for me of all people. I can’t believe you would go this far.” I shook my head.

John didn’t say anything and it made me nervous because he always had something to say. Unfortunately, I took it as my turn to speak.

“Do you remember when we were fifteen and you, me, Arthur, Tommy, and some other girls from town stole some whiskey from Polly and split it over near the bridge?” I asked.

John nodded. “Yeah, we were crazy kids but I was surprised you went along with it.”

I shrugged. “I never had whiskey before. Anyway, we probably finished the whole thing when that girl, Helen, thought it was a good idea to start asking everyone ridiculous questions unless they wanted to do an embarrassing penalty.”

“Yeah, Arthur told us how he lost his virginity to get out of letting everyone slap him,” John said with a laugh.

“Well, Sarah demanded that I tell her who my first kiss was and when I said I hadn’t had it yet, she dared me to kiss Tommy. I only did it because it was a dare and he wasn’t all too thrilled about it either. However, I remember distinctly how upset you looked, like someone had kicked your puppy or something. Afterwards, when I got you to talk to me about it, you said that I shouldn’t have been forced to do anything, specially not with Tommy.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, that was when I realized that you really did like me and it wasn’t just because you liked the way I looked. I started fancying you around then but I kept playing coy because I was a stupid kid. Then you got married and I learned that playing coy only gets you so far.”

The stupid tears threatened to fall but I kept talking.

“I shouldn’t care about you the way I do now but I can’t help it. I thought about you all the time when I was at university, worried sick about how you were doing in the war. Now, you’ve left your family’s extremely successful but shady business because of my bloody status.” Finally, the tears fell and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I never cried and the fact that John was there made me nervous and vulnerable. Slowly, he pulled me into his arms and wiped my tears.

“Hey, it’s fine, we’re going to be fine.”

“I’m so sorry that I was awful to you,” I said through shaky gasps. “I wouldn’t have bothered with me if I were you.”

“I knew you were worth it,” he said cheekily.

I pulled away and smacked his chest with a sniffle. Then, impulsively, I leaned forward and kissed him quickly. When I was about to pull away, he grabbed my face.

“I’ve waited for this my whole life, you aren’t getting away that easily.”

He kissed me back with more passion, pulling me into his lap as I reciprocated the feeling. I only pulled away when I felt breathless and cupped his face, his eyes glazed over with what I could guess was satisfaction.

“You should go talk to Tommy about your share of the company. I don’t want to tear you away from their business, they are still your family,” I muttered.

“That won’t be a problem.” John’s hands slid down to my hips. “Nothing was official yet, just wanted you to know I was serious.”

“And I appreciate it very much, Mr. Shelby.”

As I kissed him again, I prayed that Y/S/N wouldn’t walk in on us. The last thing I needed to hear in that moment was “I told you so”.

#peaky blinders imagine #john shelby imagine

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nooo-body · 6 years

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I've had a truly BAD week and I need to vent. Sorry, in advance.

I lead a very opressed life. I can't say anything because what I say becomes weaponized. I say hello, and suddenly it's a curse word, a hammer to be driven into your skull. I have no place where I can just be, every place is owned by someone else, and I have to live by their rules. I'm not 15, and living by my parents rules. Im 67 and I should simply be dead. I wish I were. I always thought that sometime I would turn a corner and find something good. At this late date I've finally realized there is no silver lining, there are no more corners to turn. The only respite is death, and I'd welcome it with open arms, but I cannot seek it out I was taught from a young age that suicide is wrong. The Catholics got me young, and their teachings never let go. I'm so stupid to believe in any of that, but it is what it is.

I don't want tomorrow to come. I truly don't. I have nothing to look forward to. Nothing that has anything to do with my life. All my hopes & dreams are built on pretend, just like they have been when I was a child. Nothing in my life is real. I've known I'm a complete screw up since I was a school kid. I supposedly had a high IQ, but a teacher said to me, "It's not how smart you are, it's how you use your intellect." Right then I saw my life & complete failure laid out in front of me. I'd never amount to anything, and I haven't. I've done nothing. Ive never helped anyone, never improved anything.

All i ever hear, every day, is that I'm fat & not worth the space I take up, and the air I breath. Death is all I have to look forward to. I'm nobody & nothing. I wanted desperately to get away from the negativity, but when I finally did leave home, the negative came with me. I was still fat & ugly. I still wasn't good enough to do anything that mattered. I couldn't work in publishing because I wanted to write. I finally gave up writing. My 9th grade English teacher told me my flaws were obvious, but not to me. I was too stupid to see my own mistake.

I was big & ugly. The only nickname I ever had was Mac, because I reminded someone of a mac truck. Big & ugly. My own mother said to me everyday, "You could be pretty if only you didn't..." Whatever the blank was, it was something about myself I couldn't change. I was a tom-boy, I was not graceful, I was always ruining my clothes. I knew that pretty was a dead end, and simply out of reach. I am completely unlovable. I was told repeatedly as a child no one would ever love me, and believe me, no one has. People never wanted me to even touch them. I was terrified to touch people, that my touch somehow would burn them. I kept to myself. I began to completely identify with the Phantom of the Opera. This finally frightened me so badly, I wouldn't let myself go there, but it was a small hole I managed to jump.

When I was in my late 20s, I moved to NYC. Stupidly hoping someone in such a big city would care I was alive. I met two different men who I stupidly convinced myself, cared for me. Neither did, I was stupidly lying to myself. The first was a movie theatre manager, biggest theater in NYC. He was handsome. All my girlfriends & acquaintances thought he was dreamy, the Marlboro man come to life. He would fuck anything that was female, he was a swinger (seriously, member of Plato's Retreat) He loved to collect cherries. His assistant manager told me not to get involved with him. I did out of desperation. He collected his prize, and told me I was hopeless & clueless in bed. He dumped me a few days later. I was so ashamed. My first sexual experience, and I'd gotten it all wrong. I felt like such a fraud. A few friends took me out to dinner that night to celebrate, and I was so ashamed of myself, I couldn't tell them I was hopeless. I just kept my mouth shut and tried not to cry.

The second guy seemed at first to actually care. At least at first that was how it seemed. He flirted with me, teased me, said the right words. He wanted the only thing guy1 taught me, fellatio. We were together far longer than we should have. Every time I worked up the courage to break it off, he'd start in about committing suicide. It made me insane. Suicide is just anathema to me. My brother uses this trick as well! Anyway, Finally he disappeared for a month or two, and when I finally found him, he'd gotten married, but he still wanted head. After all that was what I really liked!, according to him. I hated it. He finally disappeared, for about a year. Then he called me, out if the blue. That's when he finally drove it home, he assumed I was a cheap whore, but liked him so much, I always gave him freebies. I was horrified. I just gave it all up. Faced the fact that men hated me & I was/am truly unloveable.

According to my brother, I've destroyed his life too. I forced him to move to NYC. I forced him to sleep in a small half room. I forced him to take work he didn't like. I refused to play the right computer games. It's my fault he has a bad heart, has bad circulation, and heart problems. When I was sick, I forced him to go shopping for me, and that's how he got sick. He hates NYC, and I've forced him to live there I've ruined his life by always buying him the cheapest gaming computer possible. He was too sick to work. I forced him to cook for us. I intentionally buy him the wrong size clothes, since he can't work, he has no money to buy his own clothes. My fault he's sick, unemployed & forced to live in NYC. I've also copy-catted him by getting sick too. He has no legs (he actually was careful of what he ate, his whole life, but had a bad heart, high cholesterol, and bad circulation), which is my fault. He never got grief counseling. But when i got diabetes, bad circulation, a heart murmur, and horrible arthritis, I did it to spite him. I was fat & lazy, as always. I just kept making his life worse. Tonight I bought him some new underware, and nearly destroyed his life because it was the wrong size. It was the identicle size I got fron Amazon last time, but now it's wrong, and I'm a bitch. If i say anything, I add fuel to the fire, but if I don't say anything, I don't care and can sleep through anything. I'm just an ugly, fat bitch. Years & years ago, I had a crush on Johnny Depp. (Long before I discovered sweet Tom) Every argument I get Depp, Paris & fat me in a frilly pink tutu thrown at me. None of the was ever even a passing thought!

I can't walk anymore because the arthritis in my knees is so bad, but I'm lazy and can't be bothered. I had a substitute nurse earlier this week, who I asked for help with something. Her answer? I'm an entitled white bitch, who thinks everyone is her slave. So, you can see, it's really me. I'm a truly terrible person.

Everyone's life would be so much simpler if I just didn't exist. I'm tired of being the baddy, of being useless, of being hateful & hated. People refuse to help me. I have both a social worker and an Adult Protective services worker who are supposed to be helping me with an apartment problem, and neither will return my calls. I'm that hateful. I should live on the street, no clothes, no shoes, no coat, just me sitting on a rolling desk chair waiting for death. I have nothing positive to offer anyone. I try to live in a dream world, just to hold on to some sanity, but I can't do it any longer. When I was young, I used to dream about husband, children & loving family. That certainly never came to pass. I still try to dream about someone not hating me (I dream that Tom would be kind enough to at least pretend not to hate me, if ever I should meet him, which of course I can't since I can't walk), but the reality is I'm fat, ugly, useless, stupid and utterly unlovable. It doesn't hurt any less, and at 67 I'm getting close enough to the end that with nothing to dream about, nothing to hope for, it might just as well be over.

I could go on, but you get the picture, ugly, old, self-centered, cruel spinster should just stop playing the game. It's lost.

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globalpeacefoundationindia · 3 years

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TOPIC: HOW BULLYING AND MOLESTATION IN SCHOOL AGE IMPACT YOUNG MINDS

According to me, bullying and molestation are considered as a trivial matter even today. Bullying can be anything like physical, emotional, and social bullying. This sensitive matter hasn’t yet been given the importance and attention it deserves as a whole. Almost every day we read about some tragic incidents in the newspaper. School-age is a key period in human development during which harmful experiences can significantly influence the course of life in the long term.

I would like to share such an experience that affected me as a child and continues to disturb me at times when I feel I could have handled it better. This happened when I was in the fourth standard and the most bitter part is that a relative of mine is involved. I came back from school and on reaching home I found a few relatives who had come to visit my sick grandmother. One uncle aged about 35years old back then(unmarried) suddenly groped me on the terrace when no one was around. I felt discomfort with each touch and was horrified as to what unfolded in just 15 minutes. I was so shocked and didn’t have the courage to tell about him as he was a close relative. After a few days, he came home again and all I did was run and hide in a room. He just gave this disgusting smile. This continued again for the second time and this time it got worse. I mentally got so disturbed that I locked myself up in a room and cried standing so helpless at the discomfort. It made me feel insecure and was a mental setback. Even a casual touch from my parents reminded me about that day. I slowly distanced myself from anyone who came home thereafter not knowing what exactly “molesting” is all about at that age. After a few months, I managed to tell my grandmother. She comforted me and promised me she would handle this hereafter. I really have no clue what she did but since then it’s been 14 years now and I haven’t seen that uncle come home any day nor attend any of our family functions. I felt a lot better after disclosing this, but during those initial months, I felt emotionally weak.

When you're being bullied, you can feel constantly insecure and on guard. Even if you're not actively being bullied, you're aware it could start anytime. It has a big mental and emotional impact—you feel unaccepted, isolated, angry, and withdrawn. You're always wondering how you can do better and how you can escape a bully's notice. I just have the satisfaction that I brought it up to someone’s notice but every second there are so many helpless kids being molested at home, school and their cases are even worse and traumatic. A bully can be anyone from someone at home, to a teacher at school, a school driver, stranger, neighbor, and who not. The consequences of bullying and molestation could be different in every case. It can start with the risk of anxiety and depression and bipolar disorder, to begin with, and it almost seems like it's a cycle that makes it worse. Many of them end up severely depressed, attempting suicide. It is not easy to speak up but advisable to speak up as soon as possible as we as victims deserve justice. Laws should be made stricter than ever before, not neglecting these cases as bullying and molesting could even go to heinous crimes like rape if not addressed at the right time. Researches have shown that almost 81% of the sexual abuse occurs in residence and close to 30% of children who are abused are abused by their family members.

References :

1)https://thelivelovelaughfoundation.org/bullying.html

2)https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK390414/

3)https://www.umcjustice.org/documents/71

- SANJANNA

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bunny-wk-fanfic · 6 years

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okay since its been killing me could you do a female!sesshomaru attempting to seduce a male!kagome ? maybe with inuyasha trying to protect his best friend's virtue

Ah-! This was a fun one, if not a little challenging, to write! A Female!Sesshoumaru, Sesshoumaru in general, is always a challenging one. So I hope you enjoy this!

It was her opinion that everything and everyone that willingly associated with Inuyasha was just as pointless as Inuyasha himself. Until she met one of his classmates.

Charming, well mannered, an adorable young man that she knew would grow into a handsome man, she found him acceptable. Though she did wonder how the two became friends. He still had his youthful faults; cocky, easy to rile up, and had somewhat of a temper. But she saw it all as his charm.

Knowing the differences between them though, mostly age-wise, she attempted to distract and distance herself with a few selective boyfriends. Only to realize that she was attempting to find ‘Him’ in all of them. All of them though quickly fell short, to be lacking that key characteristic that had her dumping them. Which wasn’t fair to all parties involved.

But now her waiting was over.

“So, what do you plan on doing, Kaito?” she leaned in closer, smiling at his quick flash of confusion before he gave her that charming smile, the one with the dimple in his left cheek.

“I plan on becoming a teacher.” Kaito rolled his eyes at Inuyasha’s scoff and snort.

“Oh?” her eyes swept over his frame. He had bulked up from the scrawny child thanks to archery and sports, but it was a sort of wiry masculinity. A man comfortable in his own skin. “Which grade are you aiming for?”

“Elementary.” he gave a shrug at her surprised expression. “I’ve been told often that I’m good with kids. And they’re still so… open and malleable at that age.”

Inuyasha scoffed once again as he continued his game. “We have a few years of school left, and you want to go back in?”

While the two argued over Kaito’s choice, she slipped off mentally in imagining him as a teacher. Kaito wasn’t just good with kids, he was exceptional with them. His little brother and their adoptive sister would attest to that claim. Kaito attracted children to him like bees to honey.

It spoke of his parental skills, one she wouldn’t mind practicing often with until they finally had their own. While he had the ability to teach children, she would teach him about more intimate and pleasurable subjects. He wasn’t a virgin, no thanks to Inuyasha’s current girlfriend. Kikyo had dated Kaito to get to Inuyasha, the money grabbing whore that she was, but Kaito was above petty anger, bless him.

That didn’t stop Setsuko from warning their father of the girl and about keeping an eye on Inuyasha’s finances. But according to Kikyo, Kaito was superior to Inuyasha in bed. Both skill-wise and with his equipment.

Setsuko’s gaze dropped to Kaito’s lap, hunger burning in her to finally get positive proof of Kikyo’s claims. Her mind played various fantasies out of Kaito-sensei. Punishing her for misbehaving during class. Or Kaito-sensei introducing himself to her after she picked up Rin. Oh, she might never look at finger paints the same ever again.

Her eyes snapped to the object of her fantasies, horrified at herself for getting caught daydreaming. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” it was odd she was asking for such since she often told others she hated having to repeat herself, to begin with.

Kaito smiled. “I asked what do you think of my future plans?”

Setsuko hummed, lips curling up into a smile as she shifted on the couch to curl into his side. “I think it suits you rather well. Would be good practice.” her smile grew victorious when his cheeks took on a rosy color.

“Prac- Practice?” Kaito’s blue eyes widened as he stared down at her, absently tugging at his shirt’s collar and shifting in a way that was an attempt to be subtle.

“Of being a father.” one hand toyed with the short hairs on the back of his neck, lids lowering when he shivered. Her eyes quickly flashed in Inuyasha’s direction when she picked up on the lack of sound from his game, smirking at the glare he was throwing her after having paused his game. “I honestly think you’d make a wonderful father.”

“O-oh, thank you!” his leg flinched when she crossed her legs, hers draping over his knee as well. “I- I think… With how you are with Rin, I think you’d make a great mother as well.”

Purring, she propped her chin on his shoulder, nails scraping against the back of his neck. “Thank you.” and it spoke to deep in her heart to hear him say that. She had always wanted a loving family since her mother left her father when he had had an affair with Inuyasha’s own mother.

“I’m sure you and, and Haku? Haku will be great!” he stiffened when she dropped her head on his shoulder, hugging his arm as she let out a drawn-out sigh. “Everything alright, Setsuko?”

“Haku and I broke up. Turns out he didn’t like waiting until I was ready to take the next step in our relationship.” she felt happy when Kaito stiffened and inhaled sharply, it helped her to easily ignore Inuyasha’s snort.

“I’m sorry to hear that. If I were your boyfriend, I would have waited however long it took for you to get comfortable before we took the next step.” he tossed a dark look at Inuyasha when he tossed an amused snort at Kaito. “Don’t know what you find so amusing, Inuyasha. It’s called being a decent human being to do so. Just cause Kikyo and you like to go at it like rabbits, doesn’t mean everyone’s the same.”

The conversation wasn’t getting sidetracked from where Setsuko wanted it to go, she especially didn’t want to hear about Inuyasha’s sex life. So, she quickly turned Kaito’s attention back to her. “You would really wait?” she already knew he would, Kaito was like that, a true man through and through.

His brows furrowed as he turned to her. “Of course I would. Any and all relationship is built on communication and trust.”

Her eyes brightened, a smile blossoming on her face. “Go out with me?” she felt her cheeks warm at finally being able to ask him after so long. It was finally happening, hopefully, Kaito would say yes. To ensure the desired result, she fluttered her eyes and gave a subtle pout, leaning into his arm to fluster him enough.

“Eh?!” he tried to pull back, surprised and shocked at the question. His own cheeks began to heat up the closer she came to him and the bigger her eyes got. Cutting his gaze to Inuyasha, he swallowed thickly when he saw that his friend was currently focused entirely on his game, even if his hands were shaking. “Ah- ah!”

Setsuko was gentle in turning him back to her, expression painted in worry and hurt. “Am I not… Do you not want to date me?”

“I… I- It’s not that!” Kaito struggled, swallowing thickly as he leaned back in an attempt to put some space between himself and her. “You’re beautiful! And it’s not that I don’t want to date you, it’s just…”

Setsuko pulled him back to her, looking him in the eye. “You find me beautiful?”

Brows pinching, Kaito nodded his head as he swallowed past his tongue. “U-uh yes. I… uh, always have.” he felt his heart race at finally admitting his longtime crush on her. It had always been a secret fantasy of his to get together with Setsuko, and now that the opportunity was before him, he was stumbling all over himself. When she once again began to lean in closer, Kaito fumbled and stuttered until he finally managed to spit out an answer. “Yes! I’ll go out with you!”

The silence in the room was deafening until Inuyasha dropped his controller and slowly turned to face where they were on the couch.

“Oh?” golden hazel eyes widened as her cheeks began to pink as her lips slowly parted. “Oh. Oh!” her face bloomed into giddy excitement and knocked Kaito over in wrapping him in her arms. Seeing the dark scowl Inuyasha was throwing her way, she gave him a victorious grin at finally getting Kaito despite all Inuyasha did to keep Kaito ‘safe’. She felt she needed a cleansing of some sort of performing such a display, and knew that most emotional displays would be reserved for Kaito from this point on.

Getting up from the couch, she pulled Kaito along with her, they were going to need to talk and it was also a silent way of telling Inuyasha that she won, once again. Just as she always would.

#prompts #fanfiction #alternative universe #genderbender #Inuyasha #Sesshoumaru #Kagome Higurashi

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HAD ONE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH AND NOW TIME FOR THE BIG SHOW

OH god it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE. our core four pairs have broken up, fp is about to die and it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE

mary booked a singles cruise so i guess they couldn’t get molly ringwald for more eps this season

yay my girl polly’s back for a presumably horrifying dream sequence

That Kubrick-esque centered shot of Hood!santa climbing over the couch back????? *kisses fingers like cartoon italian chef*

Cheryl still EXPECTS her mother to put out jason’s stocking and demands to know what such a tiny candycane is doing in their home because she is still GRIEVING but still SO MUCH . this is what the death of a twin looks like take fuckin note marvel

Also nana rose didn’t die in the fire? so that’s nice.

“86,000″ “what- dollars?” like the hospital in smalltown usa might charge people in pesos or forint- godbless you archie

“Kevin’s secret santa has a 20$ limit” “Kevin needs to chill” no, v, YOU need to chill. or rather don’t. because we love you so much.

“Havent you heard? we’re still friends!” “oh yeah. isnl’t everyone?” i love these girls almost as much as the lund and byerly’s checkout lady who never judges my wednesday night sale sushi runs

fp looks so thin without his jacket and warm vestiges i’m worried about him is he taking his vitamins eating his spinach if he has been surviving on hot pockets and beer since he got out i will be so cross with him

“BOY.” i’m DISTRAUGHT. fp and jughead are living together again and we’re finally getting to see what that looks like and it’s exactly as heartbreaking as we knew it would be

also fp wears his wallet with a stylish chain that goes from his pocket to his beltloop because it’s apparently 2008 in that trailer

“Couples massage.... thanks” “You can go with betty!” audience: YES PLEASE.

also who the fuck would do a couples massage with their highschool boyfriend- veronica lodge that’s who, but who ELSE.

archie didn’t spend any money on his gift and it is obviously the ebst one int he exchange and we love him

MOOSE AND MIDGE ARE HERE TO MAKE THINGS WEIRD FOR KEVIN (HOPEFULLY)

REGGIE *SPRINTS* TO HUG MOOSE AND THE SHIP I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED EMERGES

oh dear. mr. svenson. of course i love that betty and co. know the janitor at their school’s name. is that normal? i went to an enormous highschool- i barely knew my teacher’s names half the time. but i imagine it’s very sweet and very betty of her.

oh god jughead came to riverdale high for the gift exchange because he’s a good dude. a good dude.

his little SMILE when he feels how heavy it is is the most boyish he’s looked since the scene where we find out fp is his dad in the drive in episode and I’M NOT OKAY

veronica giving archie an expensive engraved watch is CLASS COMMENTARY and it is very good of archie to try to explain that to her calmly and without accusation or bitterness i don’t know if i would handle it that well cuz fun fact i once accused a guy of making me into Pygmalion because he tried to take me to a restaurant with multiple spoons

jughead wants to help but now sweetpea has replaced joaquin as the unreasonably beautiful surrogate son fp feels more comfortable putting in danger than his own kid help

what is the point of showing cheryl is interested in buying a tree? other than maybe she’s going to spend more than her mom can afford now??? or that she’s back at archie now that josie is weirded out by her possessive obsessive tendencies? not sure what the point of that was

nice reverse zoom/dolly into a dutch angle on this modest janitor house

the parole officer calls him “jughead” that is all

hermione and hiram being deliberately flirty in front of veronica after she and hermione had that talk about loving one’s partner

“Since when are you a communist *deliberate eyeroll at hiram*” i still can’t tell whether season 1!hermione or season 2!hermione is the act and i’m still RIVETED

okay it was to show she’s just spending a bunch of money to piss off penelope who coincidentally, is wearing a WINNER of an outfit rn damn son i have that but like- not as good cuz my black lace sheath is from target

not to take credit away from cheryl’s high quality cherry sweater

“you should have drowned them at birth like a basket of kittens” NANA ROSE. NANA FUCKIN ROSE. COMIN IN HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

i honestly don’t know if it’s ever stated if nana rose is penelope’s mom or clifford’s but judging purely on penelope’s eyeroll and non-verbal expression of “UGG. MOTHERRRRR” i’mma say her’s.

betty pulls her sweater over her hands when approaching her mother because how often did alice tug roughly at young!betty’s clothes to make sure she was PICTURE PERFECT at all times

we all knew that it was going to be a finger right we all knew

and of course she only tells archie because this is betty cooper we’re talking about

“would the sisters talk to us?” “pft- they better” betty’s gunna beat up a nun

also my first assumption is that the janitor’s sin is pointing out the wrong guy to the lynch mob??? could be wrong but it seems kinda odd that archie isn’t bringing up that part of the story

the lodges have the same “christmas classics” cd as my mom because of course they do

the fact that veronica finds the deed to pop’s and doesn’t react in shock or anger but sits back in her dad’s leather office chair and crosses her legs to think things over is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

jughead knows fp too well to apologize for thinking badly of him and the duffles and IT HURTS SO GOOD

“maybe this isn’t gunna work- us living together” FP ISN’T A DAD HE’S A BIG BROTHER AND I KEEP SAYING IT BUT IT KEEPS HURTING EVERY TIME IT’S PROVEN TRUE

oh god jughead is calling on the next gen serpents for help this isn’t going to end well, son

“take out penny” take out? TAKE OUT???? TAKE OUT?!?!?! JUGGIE. take a nap.

sweet pea and fangs are either the bestest of bros or engaged to be wedded i can’t decipher their eye communication exactly

the serpents are FACTIONING and this CANNOT end well

“it was a group of men... and one woman” FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES

next gen serpents are going to fuck everything up and i can’t take jughead trying to do an intimidating under the brows stare seriously

we all think that nun is the drug dealer lady in the wheelchair right?

“white with a cherry red stripe” THAT’S MY GIRL. THAT’S MY NANA ROSE. BACK WITH PLOT AND BACKSTORY. BATTING FOR THE TEAM. NANA ROSE BLOSSOM.

“the truth” THE LODGE TRUTH. HOOO BOY. *pours another drink*

OH MY GOD IS HE CUTTING IT OFF JUGHEAD. JUGHEAD. BETTY HAS BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU.

i just pictured fp’s face if he saw this and did the most ridiculous puppy whine

“oh noooo. no girls allowed” NANA ROSE BLOSSOM. MY MAIN GIRL.

founding families. what did i say.

hefty sigh at barchie kiss. like- i’d be more into this if they actually built it and didn’t keep breaking up and putting everyone back together back and forth

oh cheryl saw- THAT i’m interested in

they’re not going to tell us the lodge truth because they’re bastards

penny didn’t show up for your pickup, did she?” “no.... no she didn’t.” JUGHEAD IS THE PARENT AND FP IS THE KID AND IT IS HORRIBLE AND PERVERSE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

“this life you tried to protect me from? i’m proud of it!” *WHALE NOISES* FP’S FACE. FP’S *FACE*. THIS IS THE LOOSE HENRIAD CRIME FAMILY AU I’VE BEEN HURTING FOR.

oh god there’s one black guy in the picture please don’t tell me our sweet angel pop was involved in this how old is pop he’s not old enough right tell me he had no part in this

*DISTRESS SCREEEEE*

UNMASK HIM BETTY UNMASK HIM ARCHIE IS FINE HE’S A BIG STRONG BOY WHO CAN TAKE A LITTLE DIRT IN HIS FACE

oh god oh god oh god did sheriff keller shoot bh so he can’t talk oh god oh god oh god

this is too easy and we all know it i’m still pulling my multiple killers theory and i haven’t given up on shady!keller yet

weird sound editing trying to give studio quality to josie and kevin just jammin acapella outside a diner

WHO THE FUCK IS PENELOPE SNOGGIN ON XMAS MORN?!?!?!

YASSS JUGHEAD GETS HER A SIGNED FIRST EDITION OF BELOVED WHICH I HAVE BASICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE BETTY SAID SHE LOVES TONI MORRISON IN EPISODE ONE. well- not exactly this. but that IS one of my alltime favorite books and a huge influence on my own gothic writing so to see it referenced on this show is just GRAND

we all know it’s not over juggie, we all know.

Episode Scorecard:

Number of sick beat drop rhythmic editing moments: none

Episode hair MVP: Nana rose’s stripe was featured as a plot point and is always of the highest quality

Do I still miss Joaquin: yes

Episode outfit MVP: Penelope’s black lace sheath

Cast/Crew shoutout: There were some really solid cinematography moments, but I would have liked to see better editing? pacing was a bit rough.

#Riverdale spoilers #riverdale season 2 #nell liveblogs #nell drinks #unsubtle highschool suburban gothic of my dreams #i can't believe fp is still alive?#a whole episode after quoting the most famous eulogy poem in the english language???#i'm in shock honestly

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