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nibblelinephym · 3 years

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gonna work on a rät animatic for the election, ignore this I guess? just need somewhere to keep my ideas

I come from scientists (bug shows up on screen, smiling and holding ingredients for their potions) and atheists (stella appears beside bug) and white men who kill (acre appears beside them) god (shard pops up beside them, glaring. all threes eyes are covered by either a black or white bar(color depends on nears feelings towards them))

they make technology; high quality, complex, physiological (in bugs room; zooms in on potions, then an end crystal, then bug working on something)

expirements and sacrilege in the name.of public good (turns to near standing in the doorway of bugs room)

they taught me everything, just like a daddy should (bug turns and sees near, smiles and waves as if inviting them to help with what they were working on)

and you were beautiful and vulnerable, and power, and success (cuts to stella smiling at the camera- her eyes are scribbled out, then cuts to the quotes takeover, then stella sitting on a throne with a jagged crown on her head)

goddamn I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels and your tech (cuts to near watching stella at the takeover, then near talking to her at different points in time)

I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you (cuts back to the stronghold, near is reading a book about potion making)

and the real tragedy is half of it was true (screen darkens, cuts to near walking into bugs room one day to find them gone)

but we've been fuckin mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church (they frown and call out, setting the book on one of bugs workbenches and walking further into the room, screen brightens and shows near standing where they had been before, except bugs room is mostly rubble)

and this faux rad west coast dogma has a higher fuckin net worth (they fall to their knees and appear to be crying)

I bit the apple cause I trusted you (screen darkens; cuts to a younger near finding the stronghold for the first time)

it tastes like Thomas malthus (younger near finds the portal room) your proposal is immodest and insane (screen brightens and near is older again, still in the portal room but surrounded by the rubble caused by the explosion ghuno caused. they look like theyve been crying)

and I hope some day selmers rides her fuckin train (near sits on a rock and stares at the portal)

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true (cuts to an election hall. near sees bug and smiles)

I wanted to be you and do what you do (a few images of the two hanging out and talking science stuff flash on screen)

I lived here, i loved here, i thought it was true (near maneuvers through the crowd and eventually gets closer to bug- they go to call out to them)

I feel so stupid, and so used (they no longer look as though they were calling ou t to bug- theyve noticed a banner that says skulk2021 and appear crestfallen)

I feel so used (bug is talking w gooses character and is smiling- they turn and see near and glare)

I was your baby, your first born, the hot girl in your comp-sci class (

and i was darwins prep school dream, born bred and raised to kick your ass

i fell for circuitboards, rocketships, pictures of the stars

if you could only be what you pretend you are

when i said take me to the moon i never meant take me alone. i thought if mankind toured the sky it meant that all of us could go

but i dont wanna see the stars if theyre just one more piece of land for us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

cuz we're so fuckin mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church- and this bullshit west coast dogma has a higher fuckin net worth

i bit the apple cuz i loved you, and why would you lie? and then i realized youre just as naive as i am

oh youre so traumatized it makes me wanna cry- you dumb bitch i loved you i loved you i loved you its true

i wanted to be you and do what you do. i lived here i loved here i bought it its true- im so embarrassed, i feel abused

well i dont wanna eat the rich id have to eat my heroes first, and my tuitions paid by blood i might deserve your fate or worse

but i dont need your goddamn money, i dont need jack shit from you- so when i speak, you bet your life my words are true

let me level with you man as someone guilty of the game, i took the help i took the cash i wouldve taken your last name- so if any girl on earth should get to make a call about this, it ahould be me and as i see it, youre a dick.

so fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets fuck your cars again. you promised youd be tesla but youre just qnither Edison, cuz tesla broke the patent all you ever broke were hearts. i cant believe you tore humanity apart with the very same machines that couldve been our brand new start

and the worst part is i loved you i loved you i loved you its true, and sometimes i feel like i still fucking do. i lived here i loved here i bought ut its true, i feel so stupid. and so used

i feel so used. i feel so used

take me to the moon

cuz i feel so used

#the colors are to mostly seperate things and make it easy to see which lyric goes with which action nskaksl #i pretend i do not see the canon that would make this implausible /j #save #wip

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rebelcap · 4 years

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We are not just friends — Part 5

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4

5. LA, still.

The first thing Sofia asked after greeting everyone was where was his baby Dodger.

“Oh, he's running around in the backyard. Wanna meet him?” Chris asked her, still arm around her shoulders.

“Are you kidding? yes.” She said with an enthusiasm that makes Chris smile bigger, he likes it when they love Dodger.

Specially likes how she loves his dog.

Chris showed her the backyard, sliding a gigantic glass door open and the rescued big puppy come running.

“Dodger!” Sofía kneeled on the grass and the dog went straight running to her and started licking her face as she pets him and kissed him all over. “Oh my God!, he's so pretty!” Sofía screamed back at Chris making him let out a laugh as he sat down in the grass beside her.

“He is.” He agreed as she kept scratching his ears, Dodger had made his way into her lap and was sitting there, like a lap dog.

“I love you, Dodger.” She said hugging the dog and buried her face on his fur, with a smile she let him go do his thing and Chris was looking at her with a wide smile, heart fluttering and he had that weird ringing on his ears when his anxiety picked a little.

“Oh man, I can't believe I just meet him.” She said with a pout but a smile tugging her lips. “I miss my dog.” Sofía mumble feeling her throat constrict but the sudden emotion, she took a deep breath and push it all down.

Chris noted that, making him sigh at how Sofia never let any sudden emotion take hold of her, in all this time he had never seen her shed a tear for anything. It was a little frustrating, he had seen her mad, pissy, quiet, and really happy but he had never seen her sad and crying.

It's not like he wants her to be sad, no. He just wants to be there for her and for Sofia to know she had someone, besides Amanda, to lean on.

Chris justs wanted to her to open up.

“I'm hungry, let's eat something and watch that game of yours.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So, you're Chris's friend?” Brad, one of LA Chris's friends asked sneaking up on the kitchen where Sofia was in pizza duty while they watched the game (which she couldn't care less).

“Yeah, I am. You're Chris's friend?” She asked not falling for the bullshit he was about to spill, she didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where this guy was going with asking that question.

Brad let out a laugh and walk up the few steps that separated them, Sofia didn't even acknowledge him as she put the pizza the oven to warm for a little bit.

“You need something?” She asked crossing her arms and laid her hip on the counter.

“Um, maybe but I just want to check if you and Chris are fucking so I can ask you out.”

Sofía’s brow went up as he spoke and let out a laugh of surprise.

“That's forward,”

“I don't like playing games,” Brad's and licking his lips and Sofia considered, he was kind of hot… he had that frat boy douchebag thing going on. He was tall, not as tall as Chris. Brunette and hazel eyes… She would totally one night stand a guy like him.

“So…?”

“So, what?”

“Are you guys fucking?”

“I'm going to say no otherwise, you shouldn't bother man.” She smiled up at him, taking the pizza out of the oven.

“You don't want to go out with me?” Brad asked he was kind of surprised. Apparently, girls didn't say no to him.

“Nope.”

“So you're fucking Chris then?” Brad asked, thinking that this would be the only good reason.

Sofia stared at him because she was in no mood to explain why she didn't want to go out with him.

“I don't understand how that had something to do with you asking me out?” She asked looking back at the counter and grabbed the pizza to walk back.

“I'm trying to know if you're off-limits.”

“Off-limits.” She laughed and shake her head. “I already said no, consider that off-limits.”

She walked off with the pizza in hand and put it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

“Man, I like your friend she brought us pizza.” One of the other guys said and Sofia let out a laugh. Chris laughed and grabbed Sofia and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, she's awesome.”

Chris ended up wrapping his arms around Sofia from behind and watching the game just like that. She kept whispering about how much Tom Brady was an asshole and how she would definitely fuck Julien enderman because he had a nice ass.

“I kind of see the appealing… a little.” She confesses in the midtime drinking a few beers.

“Now you like it? it's because of the hot guys?”

“Of course, why wouldn't you started there in the first place?” She told him with a wide smile and Chris shale his head with a smile.

“You had no idea how happy I am that this beer is going to be here,” Chris said with a smile enjoying the last of the six-pack Sofia had bought her.

The game had ended almost half an hour back and slowly but steady everyone leaves, leaving those two enjoying each other's company in the backyard, feeling the lukewarm air and the amazing view Chris had from his backyard.

“I'm happy that you're happy, should I talk with Ron and tell him that Captain America wants to sponsor them in exchange for a lifetime supply of beer?” She asked, kind of joking kind of not.

Chris looked at her, considering the offer.

“Will he accept?”

“His eleven-year-old is a fan of the Avengers. He's in the loop, so yeah. I would like to think so.”

“Okay then,” He laughed and Sofia took a swig of her Stella artroia. “Can you arrange it?”

“Of course.” She said and make him a face. “I feel like I should thank you.”

“Why?”

“I probably just got a raise, maybe a promotion.” She laughed. “Ron is gonna shit his pants.”

“He didn't know?” He asked. “About us, I mean that we're friends.”

“Nope,” Sofía said looking at the empty bottle. “I'm not that kind of person, I'm not your friend because you make movies. I'm not looking for something—” She said looking at him, feeling a little guilty about the whole sponsor thing. “Chris, you don't have to do anything, seriously. I'll still get you free beer. I wasn't setting you up, you know that, don't you?”

“Hon, it never crossed my mind. I know the kind of girl you are, Sof.” Chris said reaching up and grabbed her hand, he entwined his fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles.

“The phrase ‘kind of girl’ always makes me think about sexual things.” She teased as Chris smiled against her hand, his lips lingering there.

“Mmm… now, do I .” He said and Sofia let out a chuckle. Caressing his soft beard with the tip of his fingers.

“I'm probably that kind of girl.” She laughed. “Now that I think about, I'm the kind of girl that girls say… I'm not that kind of girl.”

“And what exactly that girl is?” Chris asked, brow raised.

“That's down to fuck, do casual sex. All that shit, you know.” She explained letting go of his hand and laid down on the grass and her arms behind her head.

“And?” Chris asked, looking down at her body. How her hoodie and shirt underneath, she laughed. “That's not a problem, Sofia. You're entitled to enjoy your sexuality.” He added taking his eyes off her for a second and smiled looking at the hills for a second.

“Well, thanks, Captain.” She said stretching her arms, with a suggestive smile.

“What's that?” Chris said after a very known deep blue shirt popped underneath her hoodie. Sofia laughed as she lifted the hoodie on. “Oh my, take it off. Take it off!” Chris reached out and started to pull out her hoodie with a smile on his lips when he saw the Patriots logo.

“It supposed to be surprised, I kind of forget about it.” She laughed pulling her hoodie off her and Chris gasped putting a hand over his crotch. Making her laugh even harder.

“How could you forget this surprise,” He said looking for his phone on his pockets. “Hold still, baby girl. I need photographic proof that this is happening.”

She laid back on the grass, putting one arm behind her head and blow a kiss to the camera. It was a silly cute photo, the thing that Chris wouldn't know if that he will come to cry looking at this in just some time.

“Imma put this as my lock screen,” He said lying down next to her and show her the picture. “Look how fucking cute you look with my Patriots shirt.”

The action was interrupted by an incoming call that someone he was avoiding at the moment.

“Isn't that you girl-ex?” Sofi asked peaking at the phone. Chris sighed and nodded, sending the call to voice mail.

“Mmm yes.” He said putting the phone away and stayed quiet, Sofia was staring at him.

“Do I have to ask?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“I was at an event, she was there… I was feeling lonely and you know.”

“Oh, you regretted now?”

“Yes, I don't—we're not good for each other.” He said and gave her a wide smile. “But I'm used to her,”

“Like an old habit,” Sofía said.

“Yes.”

“You need a new habit.” She shrugged like it was an easily fixable thing. “There's plenty of women, especially for you.”

“It's not easy for me to date anyone, I can't trust someone that easily.” He said, a little upset. “Some of them had ulterior motives.”

“Shit… I couldn't ever sell someone like that, much less someone I care about.” She said with a frown.

“I know,” He nodded. “I know that we are known for almost a year, but I trust you.” He smiled at her and Sofía smiled back and bite her bottom lip.

“That means a lot to me,” Sofía beamed and Chris laughed, she was endearing and Chris's stomach tighten.

Without much thought, in her semi-drunken state, she leans over and presses a firm kiss in Chris's mouth. He was taken back for a moment but he'd grip her waist and pull her close.

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meteorite-aria · 4 years

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OC Have you ever noticed that ARIA VULCAN from the MARVEL UNIVERSE looks a lot like LIZ GILLIES? But SHE also goes by METEORITE. Having the ability of PYROKINESIS AND FLIGHT sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. Rumour has it they are TWENTY EIGHT and is working as a FREELANCE ARTIST.

TW: Fire, Death, Gangs

Names are supposed to represent who you are, they are a title that your parents plan for you to go by for the rest of your life. Sometimes they chose names or sometimes they having meaning. They can change though, due to self discovery, or due to fear. Aria’s story is a story of names, changing and evolving throughout time.

Aria was born as Stella Davis, to William and Alexandra Davis, two renowned rocket scientist employed by NASA. They wanted nothing more than for their darling daughter to follow in their footsteps. And she tried, she really did. It wasn’t that she wasn’t smart enough, no she was pretty intelligent, she just didn’t have the same passions or desires. Her parents wanted to explore space and make space ships, she wanted to paint starry nights. She loved art, and she was quite good, but her parents couldn’t accept it. When she was getting ready to go to college, she decided she would leave, get a job somewhere, and save up for art school, but her parents had another proposition. If she went to the college by where they worked, which they pulled many of their future employees from, did a year in the aerospace department, and decided she hated it and still wanted to pursue art, they would pay for her to go to any art school of her choosing. She felt that is was an easy decision to make and took them up on their deal.

About 6 months in she was woken up in the middle of the night by her roommate and friend. Apparently a meteor that had crashed not to long ago had been given to the head of the aerospace department, after nasa had inspected it all they could. It was for the graduate students to look at, and do tests on. Her roommate wanted to try and sneak into the room where it was kept, just to see it. Stella would be lying if she had said she wasn’t intrigued, and agreed to help her friend. They snuck to the lab where it was held and saw the gigantic meteor. Stella felt drawn to it and began to walk towards it until she was right in front of it. When she reached out and touched it, the meteor exploded into bright flames, engulfing Stella inside.

The next thing Stella remembers was blinding bright lights. Stella woke up 2 months after the incident, in the hospital. Apparently she has quickly collapsed in the flames, and went into a coma. It didn’t make any sense to the doctors though. Her friend had told them they were just finding a place to study when she collapsed. She returned to her home, hoping for time to recover, but her parents wanted her to return as soon as possible, saying that she was too behind, that their daughter couldn’t be caught slacking. The argument continued to escalate, and in the heat of the moment her hands ignited into flames. Her parents were astonished at this display, and immediately rushed to start taking notes, attempting to call coworkers, muttering about the test they would need to run, finally a super powered human they could test. The more the talk continued, the larger the flames got and the more of her body they engulfed. She wasn’t going to just be some lab rat. No, she was terrified, she needed parents, not the scientist that stood before her. Soon the flames grew so large that they began to engulf curtains and the furniture. She was too far gone in her terror and rage to realize she had set her own house on Fire, leaving nothing but ash in the end. Stella panicked as the firemen arrived, and took off running, eventually finding herself in the air. She blindly took off in a random direction, hoping to escape what she had done. That was were the book closed for Stella Davis, and opened for Emma Smith.

Stella had flown all the way to Detroit from her home in Florida, before crash landing in an alleyway. She was found by a man who called himself Hawker. She said her name was Emma, Emma Smith. A generic enough name that there had to be plenty of others. She was taken in by Hawker, and his gang. They quickly found about her abilities, as she had no control over them, and often found herself igniting when stressed and frustrated. Instead of being scared though, hawker decided that she could be their secret weapon, an enforcer of sorts. If people didn’t want to pay up and tried to cross them, all they would have to do was send her in and she would handle it. She lived like this for almost 2 years until she got an assignment she refused to do. Up to this point she may have done a lot of property damage, and hurt a lot of bad people, but she never had been put in the position where she was asked to hurt innocents. But when a former member tried to rat the gang out to the cops, she was told to light his house up, as a warning. This was a common request. But she got there, and heard the loud laughter of children inside, there were bikes in the front yard. She got angry, and started to ignite, but instead of launching it at the house, attacked hawker, leaving him alive but severely burnt, before taking off once more.

Aria Vulcan is now her name, it is the name she has gone by for the past 7 years, since she landed in Chicago after Detroit. She met her two best friends, twins named Bella and Victor. They were the ones that helped get Aria back on her feet. They aren’t super powered, but are super smart and between the three of them, they helped her learn to control her powers, at least more than she had, they developed fire immune clothing, giving her the ability to practice with her abilities in things other than an old fireman’s suit. She was happy.

They were also the ones that convinced her to take up the name Meteorite, and become a hero for the city. Now she doesn’t ever see herself of a hero, more a vigilante/anti hero. She killed people, her own parents, you don’t see Captain America doing that do you? She wants to help though, to make up for what she had done.

She left Chicago to head to New York to protest the registration acts, and while she does plan to go back to Chicago eventually, especially now that everything is over, she hasn’t yet, and got herself a little apartment in New York, for the time being at least. She misses Chicago, and flies back to visit when she can, she just can’t help but feel like everything isn’t done just yet.

She is a freelance artist by day and vigilante by night, she has a fantastic art studio, and has an orange kitten named Supernova, Nova for short, and these days she finds herself happy, for the first time in years.

But yeah so that is kind of long, sorry, but basically Aria is

A freelance artist, so come hit her up if you want art work done, she mainly works in sculpting and water color, others tend to go up in flames if she gets too frustrated.

Her powers are Pyrokinesis and Flight. Her weaknesses though are that she can not create fire if she is wet, she just sizzles and steams, and she can’t create fire if she is anywhere where the air is thin, so she has to be careful how high she tries to fly. Her pyrokinesis is also attached to her emotions. She has learned to ignite on command, but if her emotions get too out of control she will end up singeing everything around her.

She was against the registration acts, and went to New York to protest them.

If asked, she just says that she is a high school dropout. She did finally find someone to get her fake identification though.

She is a total superhero nerd, always following the exploits of heroes like the avengers (if she meets black widow or captain America she may die of excitement.) she tries to emulate them in what she does, but on a scale of thanos to Superman, she is a solid Deadpool. She had the right intentions usually, but knows that her way of doing things will end up with people, bad people, dying.

She is Ace. She figured that out in her earlier 20’s. She loves cuddles, and if she is in a bad mood, she will totally find any of her friends and do a snuggle fest. She isn’t repulsed, she just has no real interest in all that stuff. Why do it when you can make a blanket fort on the ground and watch movies.

Plots!!

So girl needs some friends, because even introverted hot heads need friends!

That being said, she had a horrible temper, and probably has a few people that just tick her off so much that she gets to her breaking point.

Still with the temper, I would love to have someone who would be willing to help her learn how to control her emotions, as her powers are triggered by passionate emotions, like anger or frustration.

Someone she had confided in about her past. She rarely ever talks about it, but I’m sure after a night of too many drinks or when her guilty conscious caught up with her she would let something spill.

Customers, she is a pretty great artist, and specializes in watercolor scenes and portraits, as well as small busts and statues.

Other vigilante/heroes she teams up with from time to time. She typically works solo, but will work together with others when she has too!

Big name heroes that she knows and is a little star struck when she meets them, because man she acts all tough, but she is a big nerd.

#thephoenixintro #aria intro #tw: fire #tw: death #tw: gangs

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parabcllums · 4 years

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⧼ stella maeve, cis female, she & her / abrahams daughter by arcade fire + a full moon hanging high in the star speckled sky, skimming the surface of undisturbed snow and drenching in its light the tops of endless evergreen trees and the decrepit cabin you grew up in. your body is more scar tissue than it is unblemished skin, and all you know is how to bare your teeth as if they’re fangs and treat your fingernails like claws. there’s blood on your trembling hands and it doesn’t belong to you, but that won’t stop it from staining everything that you touch. ⧽ ━━ let me tell you a thing or two about VICTORIA CREED. the TWENTY EIGHT year old child of VICTOR CREED ( LOGAN HOWLETT & SILVERFOX ) is a wayward soul in town, and has sometimes been referred to as THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB. they’ve always seemed very INTUITIVE & METICULOUS, though i’ve heard that they can be pretty CALCULATING & RUTHLESS, too. it’s common knowledge that they have the powers of CLAW RETRACTION, REGENERATIVE HEALING & ENHANCED SENSES ; guess we shouldn’t get on their bad side, huh? redirect HERE for her stat page and HERE to her pinterest board.

and THREATS are just PROMISES you actually WANT to keep.

BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warnings for kidnapping, death, blood, child abuse / neglect, murder, brief mention of assault.

VICTORIA CREED was born in violence. maybe that’s why it’s become all she’s ever known. she never had a CHANCE to be soft - she never had a chance at being someone ELSE. silver fox brought logan howlett the wolverine peace, at a time when it still seemed HARD to grasp. she made him happy. and he, in turn, made her the same, and for providing him with a softness and a kind of forgiveness, he made her feel SAFE. from their love sprung into existence a new life, one that might’ve stood a CHANCE if it hadn’t been for the monsters that hid around every corner of logan’s life. the baby was a SECRET. silver fox worried about what might happen, if anyone knew - and six months gone, she PLANNED on telling him on the eve of his birthday, though it never happened. instead, a monster reared his head. as she died, as her LIGHT went out, silver fox BEGGED for mercy - for her AND THE BABY. it was impulsive, certainly not a part of any plan he had for petty pain, but victor “saved” the child.

no one who would have mattered ever knew about her. with what victor did, to the body… identifying SILVER FOX was hard enough. no one knew she had been with child, and it was sort of perfect, for victor. in this baby he saw an opportunity for a RECKONING of logan’s OWN MAKING. of course she had to survive, first, and he was lucky that her mutation kickstarted as she came into the world - without rapid healing, the preterm and soon christened victoria creed would have died before she could ever have been utilized. she survived, and nobody was looking for her, and with a whole life ahead of her in which she could be molded, victor found himself a WEAPON.

she was never a CHILD. she was HIS DAUGHTER, he raised her as such and he told her as much with a GROWL, but she was not a child. she wasn’t nurtured, or loved. they lived together for a brief amount of time in a cabin, somewhere deep in the canadian wilderness, somewhere that no one would ever find HER - but even when she was young, he had a penchant for disappearing, and when she was FIVE, he started to do that more and more. victoria was never mollycoddled or given a chance to be what she was. she didn’t get to play with other kids, or experience the world around her like a NORMAL child might have. she learned to be SELF-SUFFICIENT, because if she wasn’t, she would DIE. it was that simple.

she learned other lessons, too. victoria was an investment. she was a long term sort of thing - and he treated her more as such than he did a loved daughter, like an actually LOVING FATHER might have. eventually, she would be used to hurt the very people that she SHOULD have cared for. that meant when she was growing, she needed to learn to be a KILLER. her earliest memories, outside of the LONELINESS, are of the metallic taste of warm blood - hunting trips deep into the forest surrounding the cabin, where she was shoved towards mountain lions and grizzlies that would either KILL or be KILLED. he always watched. watched, but never helped - and when she succeeded in toppling the beast, she was not rewarded with words of praise.

for too long, she was too young to understand that this was not the way in which normal fathers treated their daughters. they did not rip their children apart, body and mind. they weren’t forced to KILL, or beaten until they could land a GOOD PUNCH. other kids had birthday parties and a kiss atop their forehead goodnight. victoria never had such luxuries.

his visits to the cabin weren’t frequent. sometimes, she could go weeks without ever having to see him, and in that time, she learnt other things, outside of ABUSE. she learnt the sounds of the forest and how to imitate them. she learnt how to control her mutations, use them for her own good, instead of HIS. she EXPLORED, leaving the cabin daily and running through the area, experiencing the limited world allowed to her.

once, she strayed so far off the track he had told her she could walk in the forest and stumbled across a VILLAGE - the first people to spot the barefoot child as she emerged from the trees with twigs in her wild hair and dirt smudged across her body had gone white faced with shock. they took care of her. brought her to an apartment above a bar, gave her a warm bath - it was the first time she’d ever experienced one - gave her food that wasn’t RAW, told her she could sleep safely in a soft bed that night, while they ‘looked for her parents’. she wouldn’t realize for many years that these people assumed she was a lost child, though she told them, then, how her father was a big, SCARY man, and that she had done some SCARY things. they didn’t believe her. they thought that it was the ravings of a terrified young girl. they allowed her to stay for two weeks. TWO WEEKS of CARE, something she had never had before, and then victor returned and tracked her to the bar, where he slaughtered the customers and found his way upstairs. she awoke to the stench of blood and death and she knew it was him before she had even made her way to the living room, where the owner and his wife lay, bound. this was the first night that victoria killed what WASN’T game - under the watchful gaze of his devil eyes, she didn’t have a CHOICE.

after this, he began to take her with him when he left, sometimes. he had always had ties with the hand, and somewhere along the way, he must have gotten back involved with them. victoria didn’t understand - SHE WAS STILL YOUNG - but she didn’t need to, to do what they wanted. they traveled the world and she saw it all with new eyes, experiencing things that she never could have DREAMED UP in the four walls of the cabin, and along the way, new lessons began. she had always had to FIGHT. it was the only way to make the pain stop, when he started, and sometimes fighting had kept her ALIVE. now he learned to fight for other reasons and he called it ‘training’, but when it came to a hand issued job, all bets were off. victoria wasn’t kept safe by victor. if she needed saving, she needed to do that for HERSELF. this, he said, taught her to be strong. when she had to kill someone along the way, when she hit an animal rage that had been ingrained into her and kept on going - she was learning to be RUTHLESS, and this was a trait that he liked.

he never did care for her. as she got older and began to understand certain things more and more, victoria knew that the neglect, the abuse - they were WRONG. but they were all that she had ever known, and in a way that only children of abuse can understand, she did BELIEVE that he cared. that was why she always did as he said. it was why she never questioned him, when he pointed one way and told her to KILL. LOYALTY. it forms in unlikely places, and it does so with strength that’s hard to break. a mutant in LA during a hand related deal put his hand on victoria’s ass, once, and victor didn’t blink as he ripped that man’s arm right out of his socket. nevermind that months later, he would leave her in tokyo alone for six months. nevermind that he tried to murder her when she was thirteen because she didn’t want to hurt a girl that was close in age to HER. nevermind that three years after that, she spent nine months a prisoner in YEMEN, all so she could kill someone on the INSIDE that victor wanted gone. NEVERMIND that the only reason he sought retribution during that deal gone wrong was snarled not to long later ; because she was HIS. because she always WOULD be.

he was all she KNEW. the life she had led at his mercy was all she KNEW. the limited emotions she was permitted to experience with him were again - all she KNEW. it isn’t that victoria doesn’t recognize that he’s wrong. that everything he’s done, everything she’s done, is WRONG, too - it’s that she doesn’t know anything else, and she’s never stood a chance of it since the day that she entered into this world.

she’s loyal to him, because at the end of the day, the life that he’s given her is the only one she’s ever HAD.

WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE:

since this intro was written, victoria arrived in town and set about doing what her ‘father’ asked of her - she killed one of the wolverines grandchildren, she attacked two of his daughters. she would have died for her actions when she finally came face to face with him, had it not been for logan realizing at the last moment that her scent was a mix of HIM & his lost love. it didn’t take a rocket scientist for him to guess what had happened.

she’s been at paragon ever since ; uneasily awaiting the day that either the father who she grew knowing as so comes and gets her, or she is forced to run. the only reason she HASN’T yet is because she has amends to make with the real family who she hurt, and vicki wants to try and do that before it’s too late. she’s aware that someday, she will die, and the life she lives now is one spent looking perpetually over her shoulder for the unmistakable shadow of victor creed - but if, in the few weeks she knows she has left, she can salvage a fraction of her soul - she thinks that dying for what she’s done, and what she has failed to do, won’t be quite as bad.

#sidekick.intro #⌜ ･ﾟ × ･ * she became the bad part of town ― biography. ⌟ / creed.#life is just a series of grinds until ur strong enough to murder ur father kids

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One of the first things Volt would find on his communicator was a voicemail from an unfamiliar number. "Hi, Volt... m-my name's Max Hope - I'm Stella's older brother... s-something awful's happened - the twins were attacked last night, and now they're both in hospital... look, j-just get over here as soon as you can, t-they're in Room H-5... see you soon, hopefully..."

They had just recently come back to the Zone, just got the keys from the owners of the home they had purchased before their disappearance and were making sure nothing was amiss. Harmony had been just about to mention that they should go visit Jayce and Stella when the communicator beeped. Usually it alerted him to incoming calls, but chalked it up to the device trying to resync with the world they were in.

The disguised cybernetic was raised and the message played for both of them to hear. Harmony’s normally happy smile faltered. The voice, unfamiliar, talking about something happening…

She looked up at her father, watching his features darken, his organic hand shaking as having to back up from the electrical charge that was building around him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why the twins were in the hospital, it wasn’t hard to know exactly who was behind it.

“I’m gonna to kill ‘im…” Volt let his cybernetic fall to his side, the nanites sliding away to show the tarnished metal as his fist clenched. If not for his daughter taking a chance to grab his hand, shivering off the static from her fur and tugging.

“We have ta see ‘em first. Maybe ya can help by healin’ ‘em… Please Daddy… Then we’ll track ‘im down and ya can beat ‘im.” The only voice of reason getting the hybrid to look down, the black that had almost completely taken over his white sclera.

A blink, a frustrated growl, then a nod. Their Warp Ring given the charge needed to drop them right outside of the hospital room. Fuck the shock that probably would come over the nurses and doctors. The pair were getting there as quickly as they could.

#ask the hybrids #Traveling The Multiverse: IC #family doesn’t need to be blood: the twinventors #sweet as strawberry: stella #it feels like in a dream where we can fly: stella&volt #((this got lengthy))#((but they're here..))

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The Haas-Kong STEM Family

Below are some aesthetics graphics to made to represent the various STEM fields followed by each member of Tristan’s family. This shared love of science and mathematics is very important to him and part of why he became an engineer.

So there’s Stella, the computer scientist...

Qingyu, the mathmetician...

Tristan the engineer...

and Tatiana the rocket scientist.

#really i just got bored and have too much muse #no fcs here are claimed except Tristan's #I just wanted faces to put to names #muse #Aestheitcs #edgewoodchallenge #challenge 001

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Stella Carrier Law of Attraction Script Stories 61

I Stella Carrier Humbly Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and future. I also welcome any and all forms of spiritual assistance and divine intervention in all areas of my life both present and future.

I Stella Carrier give thanks for the blessing of a sweet and handsome husband who is supportive of my education and career goals for both present and future.

I Stella Carrier feel blessed to be an American born woman who has the freedom to live wherever I desire within the United States regardless of my economic andor career situation.

December 23 2017 or sooner I Stella Carrier am overjoyed to report that I now have over 1800 dollars after taxes saved. My sweet and handsome husband Rusty Ridler is relieved that I have this money saved up and our marriage is both very loving and close. I Stella Carrier have also professionally evolved from both my professional/career and volunteering efforts. I Stella Carrier have also successfully succeeded in sticking with my fitness and walking regimen. I Stella Carrier have also succeeded in achieving success and contributing beyond my wildest dreams at my University of Maryland College Park food services job. Both many of the customers I had and many of the coworkers I interacted with are satisfied with my customer service and contributions to my food services worker job. Resources for both present and future storytelling references I can only guess from these photos that Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are very much passionately in love with each other right now. However, these articles speculating on when andor if they (Prince Harry and Meghan Markle)could be getting married soon overlook that first there would have to be an agreement between them on where they both would reside together if they make it to the atlar. It is obvious why it is being guessed that Meghan Markle would settle in London yet even the most talented writer could only be for sure after Prince Harry and Meghan Markle make a joint statement on that (if they choose to). Meghan Markle and Prince Harry could be getting married sooner than you think

By Lauren Sharkey

https://www.yahoo.com/style/meghan-markle-prince-harry-getting-married-sooner-think-090830727.html

I am fortunate to have seen Malin Akerman in an episode of Trophy wife before and an episode of Billions and she displayed brilliant acting in the episodes I had seen of her. She looks very much in love with Jack Donnelly and that is what really matters.

Malin Akerman Is Engaged to Jack Donnelly

By Jennifer Drysdale

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/malin-akerman-engaged-jack-donnelly-182515473.html

New This Week: Miley Cyrus, Shania Twain, Demi Lovato, and more

https://www.yahoo.com/music/new-week-miley-cyrus-shania-twain-demi-lovato-210352779.html

I admit that I think it is a good thing that articles such as this come out each week to feature an eclectic mix of new music; Pink, Beck,Wu-Tang Clan,St. Vincent,Courtney Barret and Kurt Vile, Gucci Mane, William Patrick Corgan, Robert Plant, Dolly Parton, Jessie James Decker,Squeeze, Stars, L.A. Guns, Dirty Heads, Fozzy, the Radio dept, Kenny Latimore, even some music compilation for some kids.If not for this article I would not have known of certain music coming out. For example, I heard of the Dreams song by Beck in 2015 yet I would not have known that he released new music if not for this article. Of course, there are other artists in this article that I am curious to listen to later as well.

New This Week: P!nk, Beck, Wu-Tang Clan, and more

By Wendy Geller

https://www.yahoo.com/music/new-week-pnk-beck-wu-tang-clan-204407088.html

The 12 most innovative universities in the world by Chris Weller of Business Insider

http://www.msn.com/en-us/money/careersandeducation/the-12-most-innovative-universities-in-the-world/ss-AAsxcBS?li=BBnb7Kz

The 50 best U.S. colleges for international students 2017

By Carter Coudriet

Forbes Contributor

http://www.msn.com/en-us/money/careersandeducation/the-50-best-us-colleges-for-international-students-2017/ar-AAswXGg?li=BBnb7Kz

The Clarice University of Maryland College Park

http://theclarice.umd.edu/events/2017/love-and-information

Bob’s Discount Furniture Link

https://www.mybobs.com/dining-room-furniture

How to Run More Than a Mile Without Feeling Like You're Dying

By Jenny Sugar

https://www.popsugar.com/fitness/How-Runners-Build-Endurance-28967983?hl=1&noRedirect=1

As someone who very much wanted Hillary Clinton to win last year and proudly voted thinking that she would win on my way to work I will admit that I never thought that I would be uttering the words First Lady Melania Trump. However, I have been fortunate in being able to visit the Smithsonian National Museum of American history before where other dresses by other women are featured; Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton etc. To be fair, it is only part of tradition on why First Lady Melania Trump would present her Inaugural dress to the Smithsonian even though I clearly did not vote for her husband President Donald Trump last year.

First Lady Melania Trump to Present Inaugural Gown to Smithsonian

By WWD

https://www.yahoo.com/style/first-lady-melania-trump-present-040140913.html

http://landing.online.american.edu/sp-masc-concentrations?utm_campaign=amu_masc&utm_medium=display&utm_source=Rise-DSP&utm_content=programmatic

John Hopkins University Graduate Programs in the Arts Communication and Writing

http://landing.advanced.jhu.edu/communications-writing-mla?utm_campaign=jhuaap_msgis&utm_medium=display&utm_source=Rise-DSP&utm_content=programmatic

I confess that initially surprise filled my being at the headline due to my previous exposure about a sock business being mainly the one masterminded by Rob Kardashian (online reports such as per a People magazine reported that he teamed up with his sister Kylie Jenner for his sock business). As a result, I was uncertain until today how thriving a sock business can do. My personal career ambitions do not pertain to a sock business yet I still gleaned inspiration from this article for my own goals in other ways. The fact that John has support and encouragement from this father Mark moved me because of even though both of my adoptive parents have passed away I know firsthand how much of a morale booster it can be if a parent andor family member you care about is supportive of your career progression. Anyhow, I hope that the colorful sock business masterminded by Mark and John continues to thrive in multiple way and the video was definitely made in a way to tug at a person’s heartstring by some of the employees who were featured in a dignified light (as it is common knowledge that life can sometimes be similar to a Hunger Games film if a person is striving to increase their self-confidence andor family encouragement/support for career endeavors at the same time). Obviously, I am aware that a person must aim to be self confident and believe in themselves and their ability to pursue their dreams regardless of how many people around them believe in them. However, this story about John and his father Mark is touching because it is obvious in a good way that Mark sees immense professional potential in John and encourages him in unique ways. This is important because it is common knowledge and human nature for some family members andor parents (if still living) to sometimes have more love andor express/show professional/career encouragement more for someone who is within the mainstream ideals of intellectual ability andor conventional lifestyle. The fact that Mark obviously does this for his son John regardless of what other people think is what emotionally moves me the most.

Down syndrome entrepreneur sews successful six-figure sock empire

By Fox News

https://finance.yahoo.com/video/down-syndrome-entrepreneur-sews-successful-093305337.html

https://shop.robbiewilliams.com/products/under-the-radar-volume-2-deluxe-personalised-cd?utm_source=mailchimp&utm_campaign=0200d2c2e1f0&utm_medium=ad&gclid=CL6p09qM9dYCFYWFswodH5kJpQ

http://advanced.jhu.edu/academics/certificate-programs/applied-research-in-communication/

First off, I acknowledge that the “legal sex worker” referenced in this article as working at a famous Nevada brother is brave for coming forward with her story. Additionally, the swimming pool dream she had the coincided with time spent in passion with her boyfriend and her enjoying the “Rich Girl” song by Hall and Oates intuitively symbolizes to me that she might be understandably looking for both a lifestyle that would afford her the rich woman type of lifestyle coupled with a commitment from either C.T. or another man who would provide for her and her kids. It is not my place to judge her as I have not walked in her shoes and I hope that she does get to successfully retire from her legal sex work and transition into a legal field that she can easily still be employed in if she wishes to stay in the workforce in her 60s andor 70s andor beyond. With that said, her lifestyle in no way, even with being legal in Nevada, is comparable to legal hourly employment even if private sector andor minimum wage. Why do I say this; I am blessed to be gainfully employed in a legal hourly job that pays me well for what I do with ambitious coworkers and fair leaders. Fortunately at my job I have recently met a woman in her 70s who seems to enjoy her job and fortunately the job I do is something that can still be done for a person in their 60s, 70s, andor beyond. The caveat with the sex worker lifestyle is that even if made legal across the United States one does not need to be a rocket scientist to know that being a commercial sex worker has a shelf life even if you are attractive within mainstream society standards. However, my late biological mother worked as a prostitute part of time when she was still alive and my late adoptive mother went out of her way to be a concerned mom to me in order to prevent me from sliding into the same lifestyle as my late biological mother (no pun intended but I have to credit my late adoptive mother for helping me to understand that there is a reason why she was raising me to be completely different from my late biological mother). My point; I am glad that things seem to be working out ok for the legal sex worker referenced in this article but there must be a disclaimer made in future publications of this article for readers to understand that the sex worker lifestyle must not be glamorized regardless of the money involved. Why do I say this; Talented actress Billie Piper (also known for various roles such as Dr. Who) played a dramatic and poignant performance in the series Secret Diary of a Call Girl. The real-life woman that was the inspiration for that series fortunately transitioned in a thriving life in academia(online sources such as Wikipedia list the woman’s name as Brooke Magenti who wrote the book Belle De Jour; Diary of a London Call Girl). My point; to the legal sex worker’s credit referenced in the article, she along with the father of her children seem to be good parents who are good providers to their children. However, due to me being a daughter of a woman who was a prostitute, I believe that the legal sex worker’s story involving the good care she is taking of her children is more the exception rather than the rule. As for the legal worker’s boyfriend C.T. he seems to be a driven and high-quality man. However, it is challenging for me to sound like a word that rhymes with the word witch but starts with a b, yet with the legal sex worker making a living the way she does I am surprised that she refuses to entertain the idea that he may have other lovers in his life yet I am aware that too is not my business and is actually something for another post. Nonetheless, I hope that the legal sex worker does successfully transition into some type of legal paid andor hourly employment by her 40th birthday or sooner as working longer than that could put her children’s lives in danger andor might put her farther away from working a legal andor hourly job as many legal hourly jobs even in the private sector andor ones that do not require a college degree many times require some semblance of related work experience. Even the current job I am blessed with ties into some elements of related experience I obtained from two previous jobs. Yes, I am aware of many people who get hourly andor salary jobs without professional experience but I truthfully believe they are more the exception rather than the rule andor maybe they had an inside connection andor contact who pulled strings for them-something I think is dangerous to rely on as a primary plan for practical reasons even though it is widely pushed/implied in many online articles.

The Mom Who Supports Her Family With Sex Work

By The Cut

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/mom-supports-her-family-sex-003000565.html

If proven to be accurate, I wonder how Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright feel about Russian citizens using their show House of Cards for the purposes described in this very compelling article by Michael Isikoff.

Russian trolls were schooled on ‘House of Cards’ By Michael Isikoff

https://www.yahoo.com/news/russian-trolls-schooled-house-cards-185648522.html

I was actually thinking of eventually getting the book referenced in the article in at least kindlebook form and now the article has me curious to get the kindlebook for sure as the reference to the jokes makes the author reference a relatable moment in terms of how even the President and the speechwriter were not completely immune to making sure to express how they feel while taking into account how other people would feel.

Obama's joke writer on the jokes a president can't tell

By Oliver Knox

https://www.yahoo.com/news/obama-joke-writer-jokes-president-cant-tell-215905477.html

How being a cheapskate became ‘sexy’

By Maria Lamagna

https://finance.yahoo.com/m/dfa932b1-5da8-3b1e-a546-8f55da4f178f/how-being-a-cheapskate-became.html

I’m blessed with an amazing husband and a terrific job with mature coworkers and reasonable managers/a reasonable boss. However, I am aiming to be more a cheapskate and save more money out of practical necessity regardless of whether it is considered “sexy”. However, this article is helpful for other money blog references as I aim to fulfill my intent to save the equivalent of at least 3 and a half month after tax paychecks or more by June 1 2018 or sooner.

How being a cheapskate became ‘sexy’

By Marketwatch

https://finance.yahoo.com/m/dfa932b1-5da8-3b1e-a546-8f55da4f178f/how-being-a-cheapskate-became.html

How being a cheapskate became ‘sexy’

By Maria Lamagna

http://www.marketwatch.com/story/how-being-a-skinflint-became-sexy-2017-10-14?siteid=yhoof2&yptr=yahoo#

This MacArthur Foundation Genius grant winner found a smart way to spend his $625,000

By Jillian Berman

http://www.marketwatch.com/story/the-macarthur-foundation-genius-grant-winner-found-a-smart-way-to-spend-his-625000-2017-10-12

As an American born woman blessed with a supportive school environment growing up and adoptive parents who instilled ambition in me the driven seeds were planted that indirectly motivated me to become valedictorian in 8th grade and graduate high school with honors in the top 10 percent of my class even while working at a supermarket as a bagger and then a cashier. This actually rooted the seeds in me using some of my windfall money towards educational goals. I already have one degree and my admission justifies judgment yet I intend to use any future financial windfall money to obtain a second degree yet this time I would only use a small portion in order to be a part time student while working full-time. This is important to me because both of my adoptive parents have passed away and as a grown woman who was adopted I am aware that nobody else in my adoptive family have any legal obligation to help me whatsoever. Additionally, I am blessed to be married to an incredible man who is supportive of my career and money dreams especially because they are actually on the practical side and involve living in the United States. I say this not to garner sympathy but rather to make it clear that my money and career goals come from within myself especially some ideas that I picked up during my 8.5 years that I was in the navy (as figured out that I get the stereotype sometimes that my goals come from other people instead of myself partially due to my physical appearance and the socio-economic background I came from). This article 5 ways to invest a financial windfall is helpful to me because I am in a situation where it is necessary for me to also build up my savings and I intend to do so for the rest of my current lifetime and to build up at least a 6 month necessities after tax fund or larger by September 2019 or sooner. The caveat is that I am surprised that there was information about splurging without enough information about using the windfall towards savings goals.

5 Ways to Invest a Financial Windfall

By Jeff Brown

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/5-ways-invest-financial-windfall-130000884.html

I am a happily married woman who feels comfortable enough in my sensuality to see the beauty in both genders. The two woman pictured in the photo (Gwyneth Paltrow and Michelle Pfeiffer) almost appear as if they are close friends in real-life (regardless if they are or just acquaintances). Both Paltrow and Pfeiffer are dressed elegantly in the photo. I understand that a person’s self-confidence matters more in the end over their physical appearance yet I have to say that Michelle Pfeiffer really looks as if she is enjoying her life very much in the photo and her gorgeous appearance seems to reflect that inner happiness and self-confidence and acceptance of her age. If I live to be 59 years old in my current lifetime,I hope to reflect a similar level of self confidence or greater that is reflected in the article photo of Michelle Pfeiffer.

Gwyneth Paltrow Introduces Michelle Pfeiffer at Variety Power of Women Lunch By WWD

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/gwyneth-paltrow-introduces-michelle-pfeiffer-212139979.html

Inside Variety Women of Power Lunch 2017

http://wwd.com/eye/parties/gallery/inside-variety-power-of-women-lunch-11027513/

http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=96964&tid=onpm000568&dfa=1&ap=143&cvosrc=display.mediamath.remarketing

https://www.thehotelumd.com/events-conferences/?utm_term=&gclid=CNTD7KyP9dYCFYeCswoddYUHIQ

https://www.odu.edu/

local Washington D.C. area radio

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Like A Prayer by Madonna

Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Amazon.com Inch Nails radio

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Secret sources

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Fly by Nicki Minaj and Rihanna

Perfect Drug by Nine Inch Nails

Iconic by Madonna feat. Mike Tyson and Chance the Rapper

Amazon music storytelling shuffle mode

Do You Wonder by Ever After High

Love Shack by the B-52s

Take Me to Church by Hozier

Take Over Control by Afrojack feat. Eva Simmons

Pain by Three Days Grace

Places feat. Ina Wroldsen by Martin Solveig

Rock Me In by Britney Spears

Hurricane by Luke Combs

Baby I Love U! (R. Kelly mix) by Jennifer Lopez

El Trago (the drink) by 2 In a Room

What You Like by Darren Hayes

Insatiable by Darren Hayes

From an online yahoo add

I Can See Clearly Now song by Jimmy Cliff(references to this song that I heard today through a Claritin kids commercial online through Yahoo)

Resources part two

Volunteermatch.org

For moments when writing must be rationed to an hour or shorter/briefer

Law of attraction 6 to 7 months projected or sooner and a law of attraction exercise

Affirmations

I mark a new beginning in the book of my life and wisely use the free time I have been giving to rest and tune even deeper into various aspects of my life-spiritual, athletic goals such as walking more, balancing my writing time with some online courses I have enrolled in etc.

I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.

I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/stage-names.php#.WTqvpOvyucw

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/dimension-names.php#.WXs6PVWGOcw

Resources and Affirmation

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/destiny-awoken-names.php#.WXs611WGOcwns

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/

My psychic abilities expand each day.

I am creating heaven on earth.

I Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and future

more resources

part 3 resources

I understand that I already posted these yet I admit that I am following my intuition and logic to post these again in both the career stories and scripts for towards the end affirmations and resources

Affirmations

Each Day I am in the process of improving upon creating heaven on earth for myself and my husband in all areas of my life both present and future as well as for the highest and greatest good for everyone involved.

I Stella Carrier am in the process of balancing my earthly concerns with areas pertaining to my celestial/spiritual growth as they intersect with my pursuit and intent to tap into the essence of wisdom and my genius abilities in all areas of my life both present and future.

I Stella Carrier enjoy the blessings of my imaginative abilities, intuition, creativity, and my gift of resourcefulness all increasing each day in all areas of my life both present and future.Affirmations I am creating heaven on earth. I am learning to be in the right place at the right time at all times. I am learning to live all areas of my life in alignment with my divine life purpose for both the present and future My psychic/intuitive abilities, creativity/imaginative abilities, and my ability to tap into my wisdom are expanding each and every day. https://www.orindaben.com/pages/rooms/affirmations_room/ I am a healer through my words, thoughts, and deeds. I am aware of the messages my guide is sending me. I receive impressions from my soul and higher self. I am magnetic to my higher good and it is magnetic to me.

Celestial Intuitive Insights

Goal; aim for 6 miles per day and writing 5 times a week time limit one hour and 30 minutes, resource gathering 15 minutes max- one hour and 45 minutes max minimum half hour and minimum 2 minute resource blogging, eat first and then write, writing twice a week away from blog, public blog writing at least 4 times a week and maximum of 7 times a week

Schedule them persistence is imaginative and intuitive key

Other things for me to keep in mind

Eat first thing in the morning ideally at home

Male playlist-akon beautiful

Carry pictures of my body inspirations around

Using the career process book my friend gave me

Year 2024 or later

Classroom party setting

Allow delay or writing today but create tomorrow the following writings

What I did do right

Intuitive insights

Sleeptime inspired/waking life storytelling ideas

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RobinCeru & why it’s important

[Disclaimer: So the timing of this post may not be the most appropriate, and I have nothing but respect and compassion for the victims of this horrific terrorist attack by Axel Ventura and co., including those at home (like myself) bearing witness.

However, I can’t turn a blind eye to the themes and issues that are being brought to light by him and this show. Call me tasteless, heartless, opportunistic, whatever you want, but these things need to be addressed, and it won’t be any less sensitive now than ten years from now, because let’s face it, there is never going to be a suitable time to talk about the leitmotifs included by a self-proclaimed psychopath.]

This post is going to mainly go into the #RobinCeru ship that is social media’s newest fixation (for now). While among these have been #Alicat, #Millianire, #NavySealMoreno, #crazyknifeguy, #DrFaraday, and other morally questionable men we have either tore apart ten times over despite them having no awareness of our criticisms, or have just stan’d for their entertaining personalities and/or looks, we have somehow managed to get the relationship between #2 and #3 on Mason Solis’ “Skeleton Clique” team into the top ten trending topics for a couple of days.

(I mean, he’s sorta okay when you can’t see his knife, right?)

Arguably, we are all succumbing to exactly what Ventura wants: to be enthralled with this game and its “characters,” as if they are not real life people away from their families and friends, struggling to stay alive in a confined space that is probably a health violation in itself at this point.

Still, when hopelessness takes us all by our chins, forcing us to look at what evil man is capable of, we will do anything to find a silver lining. (May we all take a moment to remember our star, #MsTinTin, whose naïvety we likely will not witness again.)

(We literally all get you, Julian. Quentin was the star we didn’t deserve.)

Although grasping, close to Quentin Roger and his childlike personality is none other than Cerulean Rorschach, who has even been dubbed “Cerubun” for his innocent and vulnerable ambience he brings to a very serious role in this entire show - an antecedent to the real big installment: a dreaded arena presumably mirroring a concept to The Hunger Games.

Cerulean is no stranger to many of us who are not living under a rock, as he was held hostage on May 3rd earlier this year by Ventura, which is also the first time the world learned of the escaped psychiatric patient. After he was rescued, he was awarded a Medal of Freedom honor for seeking the truth in the murders of Henry and Stella Grans, due to threats by Ria Ventura.

He quickly became hailed as “America’s Sweetheart,” with his strawberry blonde hair, uniquely purple eyes, singsong voice, and altruistic personality. During this same incident did we meet Robin Rayner earlier than other contestants in our current show.

(Hold my ovaries.)

Others were more familiar faces: Shane, Quentin, Julian, Minh-Chi, Ayse, Aaron, Mason, Nadia, and Vaughn.

(How many times do you think Shane just thinks, “What the fuck.” while making this face? Crack those fingers, buddy.)

These people met Cerulean’s company, being honorees Nicholas and Dr. Faraday; the latter’s son, Wally; Cerulean’s then-boyfriend, Tadashi; Victor and Roy, two detectives from the case; and who else?

Robin.

It is better understood now that Robin is a colleague of sorts with Cerulean, though the deeper nature of his work is still not explicit (and maybe it’s better that way). Everyone else that had accompanied Cerulean makes logical sense, but why was Robin invited, especially as Tadashi is also his colleague in their workplace?

During the late-night interview after the ceremony, Robin stubbornly came to Cerulean’s defense when Dr. Faraday accused him of being manipulative and in cahoots with Ria. This theme continues throughout the rest of the show, and not once does Robin actually doubt Cerulean.

(I’m not crying. You’re crying.)

Although Robin tends to pick on Cerulean during the show, he never maliciously insults him, and tends to come to his aid when Blaire and James target Cerulean’s confirmed rapes. This seems like a humanly decent thing to do, but in general, when someone begins ganging up on him, Robin is one of the first to speak up about it.

Robin himself is not malleable.

He is not warm. He is not a sycophant. He says things how he sees them. In fact, a good handful of people do not get along with him, but who does?

This angel.

We can say that so far this isn’t really an argument for why this ship has actual merit to its popularity, but bear with me. This is what has really gotten me thinking, but it takes some greater awareness to just what has been going on in this game show. I’ve dug a lot into the footage off-hours too, and I find this is what really connects my thoughts.

RobinCeru is a paradox.

It is cute, it is funny, but god, is it contradictory.

(It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to go “they’re a bit weird.”)

These two men come from different parts of the country, to start. Cerulean has stated since the interview that he has a high emotional quotient, which allows him to work with all types of people on a humane level, empathizing with even sociopaths. Meanwhile, Robin has proven to be a by-the-book, rigid, and unemotional man who sees people like data. Both learn names, faces, connections, but their interpretations are starkly different. And while their emotional and logical conflictions would normally serve as an issue, neither have ever criticized their methods of working with people. Why is that?

Because they respect each other.

And that’s my first point. Robin stands up for Cerulean because he knows, like everyone else, that some of Dr. Faraday’s accusations are baseless, spontaneous, and downright offensive. However, he also respects him enough as a human fucking being to know he deserves so much more than to be told he deserves something as awful as rape. Although he never flat out says something like I’m sorry that’s happening, or I feel bad for you, he instead shows his care through his actions. He defends him, he has even told him to just ignore them. He gets concerned when he goes through panic attacks and dissociative episodes, he always tries to talk him down or wake him up, he always gives him pep talks to keep playing, to not give up.

Sure, to some degree, he needs him to play because the two obviously have an alliance going on, and he also just doesn’t want him to fucking die.

But also what this tells us is Robin has a lot of trust in Cerulean. Despite everything that Blaire, Dr. Faraday, Ventura, Reyes, and every other adversary wants to instill into everyone’s heads. Robin literally throws questions to him because he wants him to stay in the lead and trusts he can do something better with his points and power than he himself could. He trusts that Cerulean is not secretly fucking him over with an alliance with Ria or maybe even someone like Brennan.

He is trusting him with his life. Robin. Robin, the man who we can all agree is a born skeptic.

(Please don’t ask were I got this gif.)

This doesn’t even include the fact they do work together well, coupled with their trust and respect. They both know they have serious and scary things ahead of them. They both know they could verily die together. They both know that out of the other 18 hostages, that they are each other’s ride or die. Each time one goes down, they might say, hey, get up - but if they don’t, they bend down, put them on their back, and carry the torch for them. They pull what the other can’t.

They say that relationships should be 50/50, but they legitimately stop and will take 15-85, 70-30, 10-90, until the other is better. And they each try so hard to get better, because they are conscientious of each other’s struggles that they can’t let them down.

When Cerulean was injected with a needle and lost a great chance of having kids of his own, he should have been out of the game completely. That is life shattering. Especially because we know how he actually loves kids and wanted them. Take into account how protective Robin is toward Wally, and even doesn’t want minors to suffer like Mimi, Jacob, or even Rhett. Robin isn’t cold enough to not feel that loss of what children are. Instead, he helped him through other ways. He tries to make sure Cerulean does not injure his neck more when he passes out. He spends so much of his time trying to wake him up, he even shares his food with him (also who noticed how they always come back from breakfast together talking about something?), and they’re just so relaxing and helpful to each other. This is also seen when Elsaied harassed Robin into an obedient and anxious state, that he suffered a panic attack. Or when he was harassed about his relationship with his best friend in high school, when he was emotionally abused. Cerulean gave him space, he encouraged him when he could, and most importantly, he waited. And Robin came back. It took a while, but he got back to his feet and gave back to his 50.

(Talking to you, Blaire Sinclair.)

If we look beyond their relationship toward the situation, but how they are as individuals, they continue to be contradictory. Cerulean is a popular, handsome, and physically apt man. He has a lot of friends and admirers, he defies his odds like in the Hang In There challenge, and he has a history that portrays him as essentially a standard jock. He is a friend of everyone (literally, as 99% of people on the ship know him), and he is mostly an open book with his life.

Meanwhile, Robin has more withdrawn interests. He works with computers, keeps his identity and past shrouded in mystery, and does not try to connect to others because he knows much of what he has is temporary. He is used to this. He is used to not being emotionally attached or driven. And he’s fine this way. He’s used to it. He doesn’t care what you think about him, he doesn’t try to be charming, or popular, or handsome.

(I just want to hug him... but must... respect... boundaries and trauma...)

While Cerulean’s life is based on how well he connects to people, Robin’s is based on how well he connects people. In this way, we really see where their limits are.

Cerulean’s life has been widely exploited so far in this show. He grew up with a single mother, his uncle, and his younger brother. He took his parents’ divorce so hard he developed a bulimia nervosa eating disorder. He occupied himself with so much positivity that he became ignorant, self-seeking, and privileged. This has hurt people around him, like his brother, or childhood best friend, Mason. He never got into serious romantic relationships. Still, he grew into a better person over time. He became more optimistic, he became more aware of what he was doing, he devoted his life to helping others at the risk of his own well-being and security that he could have easily achieved if he continued on the route he was on.

Meanwhile, Robin didn’t have as much luxury. He grew up unpopular, interested in geeky things (because we all know computers aren’t really that cool in 9th grade), and without many friends. When he had the chance to become popular, he was used, manipulated, and mistreated. He became so cynical about forming relationships and knowing people that liked him for who he was. He was like an animal starved for attention, and would immediately latch onto the first sign of affection - just to be tossed aside and forgotten. So is Robin not the nicest person? Is he hard to know, rude, indifferent? Yes, he is all of those things. But he was treated less than a human should be, and when he learns someone shows that genuine care, I bet he would return it tenfold.

So it’s interesting because they both fit into these archetypes of a jock and a nerd, and it’s what makes their pairing so surreal. It’s something we don’t see in everyday life unless it’s some indulgent, abusive relationship.

Instead, both are such strange forms of each other. Cerulean became a more down-to-earth and sincere person, making his job as a PR more authentic, while Robin stays distant from people, wearing a mask to people so he isn’t hurt again, furthered by his unfeeling job.

Yet, they are not only colleagues, but they are friends. They know they each have shit going on. They know they have shit ahead. They know some things that meet the eye aren’t so. And they don’t sit and talk about it. They just help each other.

Those are one of the best relationships. Where you don’t need to always talk. Where you can go all the way down to 0-100, and they are still there for you. I can’t see either of them walking away from each other at their worsts.

(Let’s be real: they’ll say it once off-camera.)

And maybe it is indulgent, because we do get to see a person like Robin gets attention from an attractive, well-liked, and jocky guy like Cerulean. And we get to see Cerulean nurture a man as disturbed and insecure as Robin.

But you can’t fucking tell me it won’t be amazing when you finally see Robin realize for the first time since he was wronged all those years ago - someone fucking likes me despite all of my fuck ups and flaws and walls, hell, this hair!

Or when Cerulean pauses and thinks when he’s just doing fucking nothing, ‘God, he’s really a good person.’

It doesn’t need to be cute. It doesn’t need to be sexual.

RobinCeru is important because it has so much potential to be a healthy relationship, and to make them grow out of their older states that they built around themselves because of their adolescence. It’s important to us as fans, too, because we see that people can be different and still make it work.

Although this show derived from a shitty joke, this shitty joke is actually really relatable. It’s relatable to either know what it feels like to be at the bottom and get noticed by someone, just to be fucked over. Or we know what it’s like to strive for so much positivity because if you don’t, you might stop and realize that you’re not actually okay at all. We know what it’s like to turn our hearts inward and shy away from people’s open hands, unsure of if they’re giving or taking. And we see this pair, with no obligation apart from staying alive, trust each other, grow as friends without any other catalyst except being kind to each other, dedicate themselves to act 100 when the time calls.

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Hyperallergic: A Ribald World of One’s Own: The Watercolors of Gladys Nilsson

Gladys Nilsson, “Léger Faire” (1986-1987), watercolor on paper, diptych, both 60 x 40 inches (all images courtesy Garth Greenan Gallery, New York)

Ronald Sukenik, author of Up (1968) and Out: A Novel (1973), told me that you became a writer when you reach that moment in your writing when you faced embarrassment and kept on going.

This was more than thirty years ago and I am probably misremembering our only conversation, but the impression I was left with that day was that in order to be a writer you had to go past all the things that might cause you to stop, with embarrassment being one of them. Gladys Nilsson cycled past that and many other barriers long ago, but it seems the art world has not been ready to deal with it for the past twenty-five years. Maybe now it is.

In her exhibition Gladys Nilsson: the 1980s at Garth Greenan Gallery (January 12–February 18, 2017), the artist shows twelve watercolors measuring 40 by 60 inches, done between 1984 and ’87, most of which have never been seen before. There are also two small watercolors measuring less than six by six inches. By electing to work in these divergent scales, Nilsson continually finds ways to test herself, to find out whether she can extend what she has already achieved in the medium of watercolor, which is nothing short of amazing.

The largest work in the show, “Léger Faire” (1986-87), is a diptych, with each sheet measuring 60 x 40 inches. It belongs in a museum. As the punning title suggests, the watercolor is Nilsson’s re-imagining of Fernand Léger, specifically his paintings of construction workers, such as the series of twelve he completed around 1950. Léger, who was a member of the communist party, wanted to celebrate the rebuilding of France after World War II by laborers. With its echo of “laissez-fair,” Nilsson’s title suggests that she is celebrating the opposite, free market capitalism, though I don’t think that is actually the case.

Gladys Nilsson, “Squeeze Play” (1987), watercolor on paper, 40 1/2 x 60 inches

In each sheet of Nilsson’s diptych, bevies of carpenters (varying from oversized to diminutive) are working on a house frame. All the carpenters in the left panel are men, while all the ones in the right panel are women. The verticals and diagonals formed by the house frame serve to section off the watercolor, effectively establishing discrete zones of different shapes and sizes. The four largest figures occupy the largest zone, and those gathered on different beams just above and below them are considerably smaller, as if they are further way. The scale shift evokes perspective and space.

There are clusters of figures in each sheet, forming little groups within the overall group, like what happens at a party. The men are bald and many of them have huge conical crotches, as if they are wearing codpieces under their pants. In this and other details, it is clear that Nilsson has drawn on a multitude of traditions to make work that is identifiably hers. In her sectioning off of the surface — in order to establish an environment for her figures — Nilsson’s formal sense of composition derives from Synthetic Cubism and Suprematism, which is to say she is a master of establishing a dynamic, flattened background-space in which to set her figures.

Gladys Nilsson, “By the Pier” (1987), watercolor on paper, 40 x 60 inches

Look at all the different things she does in “Leger Faire.” What about the way the color of the largest figures’ clothes and skin are mirrored by their counterparts? Look at the man and woman in their respective triangles, which are formed by the beams of the house frame’s pitched roof: Their poses complement each other, and you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to guess what that look they are giving each other is conveying. Once you notice the various links — through color, for example — you begin to look for the differences. This is Nilsson’s genius. She knows how to keep the viewer looking in ways that are both pleasurable and challenging. Her mastery of watercolor is unrivaled. She can go from mottled shapes to evenly colored areas and make it all seem so easy.

Years ago, when Frank Stella famously said, “What you see is what you see,” he was making it simple for the mainstream art establishment. All they needed to do was recognize the brand label. Good taste and the right amount of money was enough to obtain a wall-size trophy, or what Thomas Nozkowski called the “800 pound gorilla in the room” Not only was Stella’s statement a misreading of Jasper Johns’ “flags” and “targets,” but it was a blanket denial of something as messy as meaning, as anarchic as humor, as mortifying as humans interacting with their bodies (scratching their dugs, for example), and as disquieting as ripe sexuality, all of which you are apt to find some aspect of in a Nilsson work.

Gladys Nilsson, “Red Wall” (1987), watercolor on paper, 5 1/4 x 5 3/4 inches

It is Nilsson’s attention to awkward and unconscious things that people do to themselves while out in public that makes her work fascinating to look at. Why has that figure in “Red Wall” (1987) reached under her armpit? Is it to scratch her back? She’s looking at her four fingers poking out from behind her arm, as if they belong to someone else. Maybe they do. What about the woman in “Vested Interest” (1987), who, while walking, has reached down behind her left leg to scratch the inside of her thigh? Is she doing this because she thinks no one will notice? Each of the other large figures in “Vested Interest” seem to be going through a similar moment of adjustment and momentary shame. Their expressions are distinct, comic, and revealing. Meanwhile, what about the smaller figures in the work? What are they up to? What are all those little men in hats thinking about?

Gladys Nilsson, “Vested Interest” (1987), watercolor on paper, 40 x 60 inches

In Nilsson’s imaginative domain, there are least two worlds based on size, as if she has combined the main panel of an altarpiece with its predella. During the Renaissance, the main panel was usually a static view of an individual or group, while the predella beneath it was full of narrative depictions. Nilsson brings large and small together. She has so much affection for human foibles and goofiness that everyone pictured in her work gives you something to consider. It’s the kind of attention that we associate with Pieter Breughel’s genre scenes crammed with hearty peasants. To her credit, Nilsson has brought that satiric, sympathetic possibility forward to the present. In doing so, she reminds us that nothing is exhausted if someone can come along and make it fresh again.

Gladys Nilsson: the 1980s continues at Garth Greenan Gallery (545 West 20th Street, Chelsea, Manhattan) through February 18.

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