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sheina05 · 23 days

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"REFLECTION ESSAY"

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

I was five years old I was a kindergarten at Armenia Elementary School. I Continue to study very hard in primary school because I wanted to become a nurse one day, so I will persist in my study in the First grade I obtained the third most reading award and in the second grade. I received the most reading award one again I was give a humitarian award Frome the third through sixth grades. After Finishing elementary school I continued my studies at Tondo High School, i became the Secretary of our section and was also active I always parti- cipate in all the contest in our school to boost my confi dence in front of many people, in every occasion in our school I participate and I received many awards.

When I Finished grade 7 I was also honored I graduated with honors. when I was in secondary School, we moved to Manila because our house in the province burned down, so my mother decided that we would move to Manila and I would to continue my studies. Istudied at Tonda Manila high School, but it was difficult I socialize with my classmo tes, I also experienced being bullied by my classmates because I'm from the province. little by little, I lost my confidence in my self because Friend's who where always with me to all happy and sad memories. until I finished my secondary school, my mom decided again that we would move house to Cavite and that's whe I would to continue studying.

Third year high school at Hipolito squlayan National High School I studied it made me think because I might experience What lexperienced before that I might be bullied again, but I made a mistake whe I wellt to school my classmates immediately greeted me because I was a transfery and they were kind to me until had another now friend.

Until Finished my Grade 10 school where I studied third year high school .Currently I am now studying at Gen Pantaleon Garcia Senior High School, Humss student academic track grade 12 student I'm happy because little by little mst confidence will boost again especially when speaking in front many people and that's it.

"TRAVELOGUE"

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

"MANGROVE TUM PARK"

March 9, 2022 my sibling and went goto Masbate to take a vacation and attend our cousin's wedding, a lot has change in Masbate because we haven't visited it in a while, I visited the Famous Mangrovetom park for the First time. It's my first time to visit it because it is said to be more bea utiful than before. This park is actually 27 km away From us, we ride a tricycle, it's really the main form of transpor tatian here in Masbate, our fee is 20 peass each, it's a bit expensive for us but it's okay, so before we entered the mangrove park is we paid an entrance fee worth 50 pesos then when I enter I will see. their Hanging Bridge it's beautiful but it really scare me, to be honest it's not that scary but I still have to hold my brother tightly because, you can still Feel the suspenoion while it was bouncing up and down. when I passed it I was still nervous and the view is beatiful. because, you can see their Wooden Walkways, it's nice to walk because lam really comfortable her thinking that I night fall I did not think about it because the view is so beautiful.

They also have an Octagon View Deek. The view is so beautiful that you can see the sunset and you can really see the beauty of the sea and the air is really Fresh. Then their Spiral view Deck here I was really scared of their spiral view because if I look up it's scary I don't want to go up but I have no choice because my siblings have already gone up so I went up too. I was wowed by the view because I can really see the beauty of the sea here and I can see the sunsent more, it's really enjoyable. They also have can see the sunset more, it's really enjoyable they also have what they call 360 paroramic views here. From acres of mangroves to the gorgeous and wide sea and a beautiful sky.

I was very happy with my visit here. I related my mind, although there is still a lot improve such as fixing their wooden floors in the Octagon View deck and putting more lights because, there are still places in the park that are too dark at night however, this place is a gem within a city, an escape, From the hustles and stress at work, school and in life, I am happy because I've also been there to what they say is mangrovetum park it's worth it, it's really worth the price, there are also lot of Of tourists I see different kinds of people, I've only come here.

"LITERARY JOURNALISM"

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

"BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FOREVERS"

Boo embedded for more than three years in a makeshift settlement near the Mumbai airport to pro- vide an unprecedented look at some of the hidden lives of the Indian underclass. Boo depicts great poverty and suffering with unsentimental empathy, and finds dramatic narratives in the relationships, corruption, and hope of his unique society of people attempting to eke out a living by Collecting trach and selling it for recycling.

Behind the Beautiful Forevers is one of the finest examples of slipping into the consciousnesses of strangers and fouthfully transmitting what it's like to be someone else, somewhere elsensi George Packer, the author most recently of Last Best Hope, marveled at the daunting. thurnalistle challenged Boo undertook to tell the story. assigned herself a very hard subject to tell the story of desperately poor people in a foreign slum whose Language she didn't speak. With passion, intelling- ence, resourcefulness, and courage, she achieved perfe otion 60 correspondent chris Heath added. the true Strength and triumph of Boo's book is less it's depiction. of the drama that gradually evolves, compelling as that Is, that its unfolding incremental, quotidian portrait of lives lived in Mumbai slum. And how, while Boo allows you to the most part unshowy and feel her full immersion and presence, for she manages to do so in Such an soun-self-congratulatory way that her restraint and poise feel like a tracit reproach to genera- tions of other world's nonfiction before here."

"MEMOIR"

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

"SHATTERED MIRROR"

Reflecting on My Past Life they say is like a mirror, reflecting back at us the contours of our existence. But what happens when that mirror shatters, scattering fragments of our past in every direction? This is the story of my shattered mirror the mirror of my life shattered on a cold winter's evening. I was 16, and my father, the pillar of my world, passed away. His death was sudden, unexpected, and it fractured my reality, leaving me to pick up the pieces of a life that no longer made sense each shard of my shattered mirror represented a different aspect of my past. One piece reflected my childhood filled with laughter and innocence, unaware of the trials that lay ahead. Another shard reflected my teenage years, a time of confusion and self-discovery, of first loves and heartbreaks.

And a third piece mirrored the painful void left by my father's death, a wound that time seemed unable to heal as I picked up each fragment, I was forced to confront parts of myself I had long ignored or forgotten. I had to face my fears, my insecurities, my mistakes, and my regrets. But in doing so, I also rediscovered my strengths, my passions, my dreams, and my potential the process was painful, yet cathartic. Each piece of the mirror, no matter how jagged or small, held a piece of me. And as I pieced them together, I began to see a more complete picture of myself. I saw a young girl who had faced adversity and emerged stronger. I saw a woman who had loved, lost, and learned to love again. I saw a person who had made mistakes but used them as stepping stones towards growth.

In the end, my shattered mirror did not reflect a broken life, but a mosaic of experiences that made me who I am today. It taught me that life is not about avoiding hardships but about embracing them as part of our journey. It showed me that our past, no matter how fragmented, shapes our present and our future my mirror may have shattered, but it did not leave me broken. Instead, it offered me a chance to rebuild myself, to reflect on my past, and to create a future that truly reflects who I am in the shattered mirror of my life, I found not just my past, but also my resilience, my courage, and my hope for the future. And in its reflection, I found myself.

"FACIAL RECOGNITION"

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

"HIS POINTED NOSE"

This person means a lot to me and I can say that he has everything, especially his face. The part of his face that I like the most is his nose because, It is ery po every panted and its suits him so much that is my ideal man on wattpad because, I said when I had a boyfriend I wanted someone with a panted nose and kind and respectful, and that came true. He is Angelo my boyfriend whom I only met on the Internet, I have no idea how handsome he is because it makes me think that maybe his face is different on face. book and in person. because, maybe his nose is edited, but when I saw him whe he came to our house. beca use we decided to meet because its been almost le months also, ws when I first raw him I was wowed in my mind because what he look like on his profile in facebook is the same in person, his nose is pointed and This face really matches his brown color, I can't say any- thing because his force e is is perfect, perf it suits him. cially when he is in side view, his nose led I joke with him that if we cauld change espe is very point noses beca use his nose is really pointed. He is with hu mother and father, their noses are almost pointed. Every time we are together, it is always his nose that I notice because his nose is really attention, anyone can be beautiful with his nose.

"MY SELF OBITUARY "

BY:SHEINA FE MIJARES

"IN LOVING MEMORY"

In loving memory, Each life that has touched ours has left an indelible Mark, a legacy of love, kindness, and memories that will never fade we remember the laughter, the smiles, the moments of joy shared together we remember the love that bound us together, the special bond that transcends time and space. Even though we may be apart now, our souls are forever intertwined, connected by the love that will never die in loving memory, we cherish the moments we shared, the lessons we learned, and the love we gave and received. Each memory is a treasure, a reminder of the beautiful souls who have touched our lives and made us better people though they may be gone from this world, their presence lingers on in the memories we hold dear. They live on in the stories we tell, the songs we sing, and the traditions we carry on in their honor.

Their love lives on in our hearts, a flame that will never be extinguished. They are with us always, whispering words of love and encouragement, reminding us that we are never alone in loving memory, we celebrate the lives of those who have passed on, knowing that they have left an indelible mark on this world. Their legacy lives on in the lives they touched, the hearts they warmed, and the love they shared we remember their kindness, their compassion, their strength, and their resilience.

We remember the way they faced challenges with grace, the way they loved fiercely, and the way they made the world a better place in loving memory, we honor their legacy by living our lives with the same love, kindness, and compassion that they showed us. We strive to carry on their spirit, to spread love and light in a world that can often feel dark and lonely their memory is a beacon of hope, a reminder that love is the most powerful force in the universe. It transcends time and space, bringing us closer to those we have lost and reminding us that they are never truly gone In loving memory, we find comfort in knowing that our loved ones are at peace, surrounded by love and light in a place beyond our understanding. They are free from pain, worry, and sorrow, basking in the eternal love of the universe though we may miss them dearly, we take comfort in the knowledge that we will be reunited with them one day in a place where love knows no bounds, where pain and sorrow are but a distant memory.

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bageld0gz · 9 months

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The Teacher, Part One

"Thanks for coming in today," you smiled at me as we sat down across from each other at the large dining room table. You pull a clipboard closer and check off my name from the list.

"Of course, how's it going?" I fiddle with the piece of paper and marker on the table, a leftover from the previous parent teacher conference.

"Good, good. Where are Bea and Frankie?" Bea and Frankie are my twin five year olds.

"Ryo took them to visit his sister in Bend this week. They're probably out on the river right now," I explain and avoid making eye contact. I have struggled to make eye contact with you for two years so in all that time, I've never figured out what color your eyes are.

"Got the week off then," you chuckle. You pull a packet of papers from a folder and place them in front of me. You're dressed well today: blue button down shirt, gray slacks, and your red hair is freshly cut and gelled. Even your beard got a trim.

"Still have to work," I shrug. "It's nice to have the house to myself. A little lonely though."

"I know what you mean. I look forward to the time my kids are with their mom, but when they're gone the house feels so empty," Your kids are in their early teens. I learned from the other teacher that you've been divorced for about five or six years. You have joint custody with your ex.

"Right? I don’t really know what to do with myself after work, and they’ve only been gone a day,” I laugh. I look down at the packet of papers on the table. A quick overview of how the girls are doing in school, their social skills, academics, behavior, etc.

“Get caught up on Skyrim?” I blush a little. One of the few things outside of teaching that we have in common is the fact that we both play Skyrim.

“I’m stuck on Auriel’s bow right now.”

“Well, um,” you look down at your keyboard and avoid my eyes, which is unusual. “I don’t have anything going on this evening.”

“Okay,” I responded warily.

“I mean. Would you like to come over tonight? We could have some dinner, and I could help you get through the dungeon,” I look up from the paperwork in front of me that I’ve been pretending to read and finally make eye contact with you. I see that your eyes are a clear green, and your cheeks are flushed a deep red.

“Um.” I sputter.

“Sorry, it was inappropriate of me to ask you that. Let’s talk about how Bea and Frankie are doing,” you awkwardly shuffle the papers in front of you. “They’re both doing really well. They’re way ahead on their academics, they’re very social. Frankie is a little slow to warm up to new people, but nothing out of the ordinary.” You are back where you are comfortable, confident in your professional opinions on child development.

“Yes,” I responded. “I think I’d like to do that.” You look back at me and a shy smile slowly spreads. You have brilliant white teeth against the copper, with some salt and pepper mixed in, of your beard.

“Oh, oh, okay,” you sputter. “How does seven sound? I’ve got a frozen pizza,” you excitedly mention.

“Yeah, frozen pizza and Falmer dungeons sound like a great plan,” I laugh.

“Alright. Now, do you have any questions for me about Bea and Frankie?”

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sneakybananabox · 2 years

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The Twins take on Belvoire Chapter 3

Warnings: Cursing

Thank you for all that read my content and leave feedback. I love and appreciate you all, you absolute cuties.

Chapter 3 The birds chirping outside her window sounded like they were jackhammering her brain. She could still taste the tequila in the back of her throat. Sabina would rather have been sucked into a blackhole than deal with the hangover. The last thing she remembered was dancing with the gorgeous brunette from last night. She turned and saw the aspirin and water. She downed both and decided it was time for coffee.

“Hey there, party animal. I am glad you could join us.” Bea poured Sab a cup of coffee.

“I am sure you are going to lecture me. Though I would appreciate it if you could wait after my coffee and please stop yelling.” Sab put her hands on her eyes and just sat at the island in the kitchen.

“Maybe your friend tequila could help. Though I don’t think that won’t fix our problem.” Bea could feel the irritation creep up on her.

“What are you talking about? Poppy? She is just some spoiled brat. Not the worst we have had to deal with.”

“Poppy isn’t the only problem. Chloe sent in some fake tip to the Dean that we cheated in our academics. We are on probation. One wrong move and we are fucked. We could end up back at the farm. Could you imagine the look on mom’s fa-”?

“Bea, I get it! Jesus! Just relax ok. Mom and dad would flip. You would be fine though. They probably would put the blame on me like always.” Sabina was not in the mood for this. She was hungover and all she could think about was the raven-haired woman from the speakeasy.

“Sabina, you know that isn’t true. They love us the same.” Her heart oozed with guilt. She knew her sister thought her parents favored one over the other. She always did what their parents wanted while Sab was always the free spirit. Sabina always helped on the farm, but she never conformed to what her parents expected. Sabina didn’t do softball like their parents wanted and she didn’t even want to run for prom queen.

“Bea stop being so oblivious. They always showed up for you more. They went to every single softball game. I can show you on one hand how many swims meets they went to. You were their perfect older daughter and me? I was just some fucking inconvenience!” Sabina tried to keep her voice even, but it cracked in the end. All her emotions welled into her throat. It felt like she was just a stranger in her own home.

“Sabina, I don't want to fight. We just have to wait for this to blow over. Don’t pick any more fights and we will be fine. “As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew Sab would take it the wrong way.

“Oh, so everything we have gotten into is my fault? You wanted me to let Chloe treat us or Taylor like shit? I know my worth Bea and I am not going to let any of these stuck-up assholes make me feel like some piece of garbage. You can lay low, but I am not going to.” Without even letting Bea respond Sab went to her room and slammed the door. She needed an escape. After changing out of last night's outfit, she grabbed her book bag and left the dorm.

Their parents had their motorcycles delivered to them early in the morning. Sabina threw on her helmet and went for a long drive. The wind flowed through her clothes, and she felt free this way. She didn’t have to worry about being anyone at the moment. She was just Sab. After a short time, she stopped at the café from the other day. She sat down to enjoy a chocolate chip cookie. One of her favorite things is to people watch and imagine what their lives are like, it helps her forget any problems she may have for a short time.

She felt content listening to soft music, spacing out. Finally, she was interrupted by someone setting down a cold brew on her table.

“I’m sorry I didn’t order a cold brew.”

“Oh, I know. One of our baristas made it for you. Vanilla and cream right?”

“Uh yea how’d they know?”

“She remembered you from the last time.”

“Oh well shouldn’t I thank her in person.”

“She already left for the day. You will just have to catch her another time. Have a good night.”

Sab sipped her cold brew and let the sweet, roasted flavors flow over her. Cold Brew was always one of her favorite drinks. Caffeinated enough to get her through the day, all while being tasty. When she would work at the café back home, it was one of her favorite things to prepare. She smiled thinking about the mystery person. It was nice to be noticed by someone, she also liked a good mystery. The city outside was slowly consumed by a vibrant orange hue. She didn’t realize she spent her whole day in the shop. Sabina cleaned off her table and went back to her motorcycle. She felt lighter than before. The calm washed over her, and her brain felt less cluttered. She began her ride back.

Several hours earlier…

Bea listened as Sabina grabbed her keys and left the dorm. She hated when they would fight. Her parents always did their best to give them a good life. When they were teenagers, she always did as they asked. When they wanted her to skip nights out with their friends to check on the animals. Or when her dad would go find new equipment for the farm. It was easier than hearing her parents try and guilt her. The words lived in her mind rent-free.

You need to learn how to do this. God forbid something happens to us or when we die.

The colleges won’t look at your application without a 4.0. You need to do well so you can take care of us.

We have always given you everything, the least you could do is stay in for tonight. There will always be next time.

She snapped out of her memories when her phone alarm went off. It was time for her to go to Anthropology. She didn’t want to give any of the professors an excuse to add fuel to the fire of her problems. She got dressed and grabbed her things.

She sat down in the same spot as the day before while looking around her Sab. Chloe bumped her shoulder before sitting a few rows in front. She made a note to no longer sit on the end to avoid the devil wearing Prada. The class began, but Sab never showed up.

Sabina:

Where r u?

Seriously you are choosing now to

go AWOL? And you are leaving me on

read?

After what felt like 3 hours the class came and went. Bea waited for everyone to empty out before approaching Ina.

“Yes, Ms. Hughes?” The words burned her throat as she thought of Sabina. She noticed the beautiful woman wasn’t in class today.

“I was wondering if maybe you have seen my sister.”

“I noticed she wasn’t in attendance today. I have not seen her today. She did email me about not feeling well though. Is there something else I should be notified of?”

“We had an argument earlier and she stormed off. I thought maybe since you were close that maybe she would have talked to you.”

“I am afraid I don’t know where you got such notions. I am the same with all my students. Tell Sa- your sister I hope she feels better.” It burned her throat to even say Sab’s name. She knew it was a mistake, but all she could think about was laying in her arms.

“That wasn’t the only reason I came to talk to you. I was wondering if you had a TA spot open. Unfortunately, all the pre-law spots are already full.” Zoey talked Bea into getting a TA spot. Hopefully, it will lessen the heat from the administration.

“My apologies Ms. Hughes, but Penelope Dogwood is my TA currently.”

“Alright well if anything opens up, I would be a great TA. I used to help all my teachers back in high school.”

Bea went out to the quad. She was done with classes for the day. She just needed to relax in the sun and enjoy her lunch. The campus buzzed around her, the students online shopping or talking about their next vacation. She couldn’t help but watch everyone. Her eyes landed on her favorite jello lover. Poppy got her good by pulling into the jello last night. Her two henchmen, Chloe and Veronica were nowhere to be found so it would be the best time to approach. Something deep inside her told her to go over to Poppy. Before she could control her limbs, she was over at her table. She placed a green jello cup next to Poppy.

“In case you didn’t get enough last night. Call it my peace offering.” Bea couldn’t help but smile at Poppy. She was so radiant in the sunlight. Her eyes fell to her lips and roamed her body. Bea felt a blush.

“Like what you see in Farmsville? I don’t know if maybe you have a concussion from the pool, but we aren’t friends. Keep you and your hay smell away from me.”

“We got off on the wrong foot maybe. I didn’t come here for some archnemesis Pops.”

“You should have thought that before you and your stupid sister challenged me!”

“Poppy, I came here to see if you wanted to hang out one day. I thought we could be friends, but I see I was wrong. If I ever hear you talk bad about my sister, you will regret the day you set your Jimmy Choos on Belviore’s grass.” Bea felt the anger rest in her stomach. No one would threaten her bond with her sister, no matter how attracted she is to them. Wait what? That was a feeling to revisit later.

“I don’t need your charity cornhusker. Don’t you have some soybeans to tend?” Poppy knew Bea was just trying to get her guard down. Everyone wanted to be where Poppy was. She had the university wrapped around her manicured finger. Anyone who tried to be her friend just wanted even a fraction of the power. Her dad taught her better than to be weak. When she meets up with Chloe and Veronica, she will have to tell them about Hughes' pathetic attempt.

“Whatever ice queen. Hope you enjoy your lonely lunch.”

Zoey was already making dinner when Bea walked through the door after studying in the library all day. It smelled fantastic throughout their dorm. She noticed the bottle of wine on the table.

“Damn Zoey, is there some special occasion?”

“I just wanted to do something for my roomies. Plus I think we should celebrate. I may have gotten you that TA spot with Ina.”

“Wait what!? How? When I talked to Professor Kingsley, she said the spot was occupied.”

“I may have found some dirt on Penelope Dogwood. She now works for the dean because it helps to have friends in high places. She likes how you put Poppy in her place. I invited her to come to our dorm to hang out this weekend. Also Benji our RA definitely has a crush on you, I mean I’m not surprised the whole school thinks you and Sab are hot. I may have name-dropped you so he would let me into her room.”

“Well I hope he knows he is not my type. Anyway, I noticed Sabina’s motorcycle. Is she here?”

“She is in her room. Maybe you should go talk to her. “ Zoey hated seeing her two roommates fighting. She already loved them both so much, to see them hurting broke her heart. They were the three musketeers.

“I doubt she wants to hear from me after our argument this morning.”

“Love I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping this morning, but your voices do travel. I heard this morning. It seems like you mostly defend your parents instead of seeing it from Sabina’s side. I am just telling you as a third party of course.”

Bea stayed silent for a moment, in her mind each time they argued flashed throughout. She let her respect for her parents get in the way of her relationship with her sister. Even now she was doing all she could to please them. Hell, she even let her choose her major for college.

“Thanks Zoe I think I needed to hear that.” Bea gave a quick hug to Zoey before going to talk to Sabina.

Bea went over and knocked on Sabina’s door. She was ready to hear out from her sister. Zoey was right, she always deflected what Sab was trying to tell her. She didn’t want to see the truth; her parents did treat them differently.

“Come in.” Sabina took off her headphones.

“Hey, I missed you in Anthro today. Chloe made an ass of herself trying to flirt with Kingsley. She shut her down so eloquently.” Bea knew she was dancing around the elephant in the room.

“I bet it won’t be the last time. Chloe is practically in love with Ina.” Sabina chuckled. Bea figured that was a good sign.

“Sab, I want to apologize. Zoey showed me how much of an ass I have been. I always defended mom and dad. Instead of owning up to it, I ignored it because of my own guilt. It’s no excuse, but fuck am I so sorry.” She sat next to her sister. Her throat felt dry like it was sticking together. Her stomach was filled with guilt and sadness.

“Our parents don’t really make it easy. If you aren’t the golden child, then you are just a problem. I don’t blame you sis. It’s easier to conform than it is to be yourself.” Hearing Sab say that made Bea felt worse. She really didn’t deserve her twin.

“I wasn’t there for you though. When you had your meets, when you came out to our parents, or with what Stella did to you. I have been a shit sister. I don’t know why you protect me like you do.”

“Do you remember the treehouse when we were kids? Dad spent a whole year working on it. Even though he was exhausted from work every day. We always would be by his side to help him. I loved when he let us paint it. After it was done and we would spend hours there. We would camp out and Dad would send up snacks with that pulley system. I remember I was sitting up there because I got into a fight at school. That girl would bully me all the time because our clothes were dirty and because we helped on the farm before school. Before I knew it the sky was dark and the smell of a storm hit my nose. I forgot mom told us about the big storm. I heard the siren to tell us to get inside. I was rushing to get down the ladder and I missed one of the rungs. I fell and broke my leg, cut my arms, and was unconscious. You came and found me in the middle of the storm. You knew exactly where I would be, and you carried me all the way back home. When I woke up in the hospital you were the first person I saw, and you stayed by my side the whole time. From that time, I knew every day I knew I would protect you too. You were always there Bea.”

Bea could feel the warm tears run down her face as she cried. She remembered that moment like it had happened yesterday. Her dad told her to stay put because it was too dangerous to go out. It was one of the only times she didn’t follow her dad’s wishes. She ran out of the house because there was no way she would leave Sab out in the storm alone. She was worried she would lose her sister and it would have destroyed her. She looked at her sister in front of her and hugged her with no other words. The two just cried while holding each other.

“Sab from now on it’s me and you. Us against the world like how it should have always been.”

“I love you sis.” There was a change in Sabina’s heart. She finally felt a break from the emptiness she would feel while growing up.

“I love you too, Sab.”

“We should go see if we can help Zoey with anything. I don’t wanna be the type of roommate that does nothing.”

Laughter filled the room as the twins shared childhood stories. Zoey couldn’t get enough of their stories. She had always dreamed of having siblings, someone who would always be there. She got lucky that she got the twins instead of some disaster most people get when they first go to university. She shared what it was like with her mom. How she always used her name or her connections to try and get Zoey further. It was nice to open up to them.

The week went by with ease. The trio became inseparable, they would study during the day and at night they would party together. Sabina didn’t go overboard like the first party. She learned tequila isn’t as good coming up as it is going down. They were at the Alpha’s annual end-of-week-one party. The twins always put the frat bros to shame in beer pong. They were an undefeated duo.

“Liam, if you keep losing beer pong and flip cup to us, you are going to lose your presidency.” Bea couldn’t help but tease the frat bro after another loss.

“Very funny Hughes, but this throne is mine. However, I could always use a queen.” Liam shot right back, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That might be the best joke I have ever heard Liam. You know you are definitely not my type though.” Bea’s eyes drifted over to a certain Zeta queen. The whole week Poppy stayed on her mind. She knows Poppy would never give her a chance plus she was with Carter. Carter was one of her closest friends after Zoey. She would never risk her friendship with him.

“Hey, you would have my vote to be our president, Bea.”

“Better watch out Liam. Carter is going to help me overthrow you.”

“You aren’t Greek material Farmsville” Poppy sneered as she grabbed her boyfriend’s hand.

“Wow Poppy I didn’t even hear the gates of hell open before you arrived this time. I am so used to hearing the screaming souls.”

“Very funny Hughes. Don’t you have to get back to the zoo? I know all the kids will be disappointed if they don’t get to see a wild boar.”

“I’m actually surprised you are considerate of the kids. You seem like the type to hate kids and kick puppies.”

“The only thing I hate here is you. Though I guess I won’t have to worry about that too much longer once the dean decides to expel you.”

“In your dreams Poptart. You would miss me too much.” Bea wiggled her eyebrows at Poppy. Poppy tried to fight the blush. Her cheeks felt warm, but she had been drinking so she just blamed it on the wine she had been drinking. She hated how the Hughes twins had been climbing ranks. It wasn’t like they were trying. It was just because they were fun at parties and super-hot. She hated how she felt around Bea. The way she could keep up with her insults and never seemed to lose her cool. Poppy couldn’t stay away though. Bea was magnetizing in every way. Poppy never labeled herself, but she had always dated guys. None of the relationships she had with them ever felt right. Carter was good to her, but it never felt like how a relationship should feel.

“Whatever Hughes. Carter, let's go back to your room. I’m bored of this.”

Poppy dragged Carter before he could answer, waving bye to the guys. Bea could only watch her leave. Her heart yearned to keep talking to Poppy though. The more she interacted with the strawberry blonde, the more she couldn’t get enough of her. What the hell was wrong with her? Bea was sure there was some nice girl she could date instead, but her heart was drawn to the one girl who was impossible.

Sabina got to her Anthropology class early. There were only a handful of students there waiting for class to start. She made sure to save Bea a spot. She pulled out her special drawing book, it was her favorite because her aunt had given it to her shortly before her passing. She was working on a sketch of the café she started to frequent. It was a safe place for her when she would need time away from campus. She would always enjoy the ride out there, plus the cold brew was worth the drive. Her aunt would have loved the café, sometimes she would get a hot chocolate because it reminded her of the time with her aunt. It felt like someone was squeezing her heart like a stress ball. Her attention honed in on the sound of heels, heels she slowly became familiar with. She looked up as Ina was walking into the room. Ina passed as she caught a whiff of her perfume. She was as mesmerizing as always.

“Wow Hughes, I didn’t know you drew so well.” Sab’s head shot up as she slammed her book closed. She was surprised to see Chloe. Did she just complement her work? Maybe Chloe was all bark and no bite after all.

“Uh thanks, Chloe.” A blush made its way to Sabina’s cheeks. Chloe went and sat on the other side of Sabina. She took out her laptop to get ready for class. Sab looked around and pinched Chloe.

“Ow Hughes, what the hell was that for?”

“I don’t know, you were being nice to me, so I thought I was dreaming.”

“Oh my god, you are supposed to pinch yourself!”

“Ooops sorry.” Sabina couldn’t help but laugh. Her laugh was infectious, so Chloe giggled with her.

Bea came and sat next to the two. She was shocked to see Chloe and Sab actually getting along. She thought maybe she was still asleep. She looked around and hoped Poppy would be in her dream again. Sab and Chloe continued to joke with each other and laugh.

Ms. Hughes and Ms. St. James, would you like to share with the class the joke that is so funny?" Ina glared at the two. She knew jealousy was a bad look, but she couldn't help herself.

"Sorry professor", both girls mumbled back.

The class went by quickly as Ina talked about social networks. Sab wasn't surprised that everyone was involved in the topic for today. Besides being her professor and she had to pay attention to class, she couldn't keep her eyes off Ina. They hadn't spoken since the last time in class, her heart constricted. The words hung above her heavily, "last night was a mistake". Even though she knew it would make the hurt worse, she decided to attend Ina's office hours. She steeled her nerves and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sab entered and closed the door behind her.

"HI In-professor."

"Ms. Hughes, how can I help you?"

"I was hoping we could talk about last week. Before you try and tell me it was a mistake again, I want you to look me in the eyes and confidently say it. If you felt what I did, then I don't think you will be able to." Sab's whole body felt heavy, she was worried this was all for nothing. Underneath the anguish was a small particle of hope.

"Sab." Ina looked directly into Sabina's honey eyes for the first time since her apartment. "It's not that easy, if anyone were to find out I would lose everything. I spent so much of my life trying to establish myself in the world of Anthropology.” Sab was getting ready to leave, without so much as another word. The hope felt crushed, but as she was reaching for the door handle she felt a hand on her shoulder, the same hand she felt before. “ But I can’t stop thinking about that night. There hasn’t been a moment in the day where you haven’t entered my mind. It was one of the most magical nights I have ever experienced. While of course, I am worried about my job, you would be expelled from Belvoire. I couldn’t ever forgive myself if that happened.”

“First, you are so cute when you are worried. Second, don’t you think I am old enough to make my own decisions? If it’s my future you are so worried about, maybe I should also be consulted. Ina what if it could really be something special between us? Don’t we owe it to ourselves to try? We would only meet off-campus, in places that Belvoire doesn’t even know about.” Sabina took a step closer to Ina. She could practically feel her breath on her neck, the smell of pomegranate and lotus caressed her senses. “If you decide you still want to keep it strictly professor/student, then I will respect your decision. I can transfer out of your class and make it easier on the both of us.”

“Sab it isn’t fair for you to have to transfer. That night was pure bliss in every way. It felt like when you look up and the stars at night, such serenity. When I see you, I just want to be close to you.” Ina stepped closer to Sabina, she wished she could just have a normal relationship with her. “I wish we could go to bookshops together and hold hands. I could take you to the Anthropology section and even though you would be a bit bored you would do it because you care about me. I want to be able to hold your hand in public.”

They were so close to one another that the space between them could hold a sheet of paper. Sabina leaned down to meet Ina’s eyes. “I want you, Ina. All of you and everything that could come with it.” Sab hoped Ina would lean in so she could feel her lips one last time. As if she could read her mind Ina leaned in and their lips met. It was like fireworks setting off in her stomach. It was soft at first and soon they kissed as if their lives depended on it. Sabina craved her touch for the week they were apart. She finally felt full, the stars seemed to be aligning for her. She grabbed Ina by the hips pulling her closer, barely able to hear the moan escaping from the raven-haired woman.

Sabina picked up Ina by her legs, as Ina wrapped her legs around her waist. The only sound they could hear was soft moans and the sound of their lips. Ina took off Sab’s shirt, slowly tracing her finger down her stomach. She found that she liked to trace the tattoo’s on her stomach. Finally finding the desk never taking their eyes off each other, it was the night they were craving. It was like an addiction, they couldn’t wait until the next time. The warmth from both their bodies radiated throughout the room. Thankfully no other students had an appointment with Ina and Penelope Dogwood now worked for the Dean. Their time together felt like minutes to them, but easily turned into hours.

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Poppy’s POV

Soft chirps, it was one of the ways Poppy liked to wake up. It reminded her of summers when she was happy. She can’t remember a day when she was happy, it was like the sun had disappeared, no longer bright. Sometimes the world felt like it was closing in on her or that she was always under a microscope. If a hair was out of place her father, Piers, would snap to have it put back in place. Her future was set in stone and sometimes she wanted to take a sledgehammer to it. She lay in bed and stared at the all-white ceiling. Her room was luxurious, which was consistent with the rest of her life. Piers demanded perfection no matter what. Her whole life was a map, she wasn’t allowed to find her own path. Sometimes she would just lay in her bed, imagining a new life, one that was her own. Poppy almost didn’t hear the knocks with how deep in her own mind she was.

“Poppy, are you almost ready? I am so ready for our coffee date.” Poppy could hear Chloe’s smile.

“Yes! Veronica’s livestream kept me up all night, I will shower then be down.”

Poppy now in her gorgeous pink signature attire came down the stairs of the Zeta house. It was as if they took the staircase from Cinderella. Which is exactly what the girls from Zeta asked for when the building was being built. It was great since their parent’s made up the one percent.

“Finally Poppy. I thought I was going to die of dehydration down here.”

“Chloe I didn’t know that word was in your vocabulary.”

“Very funny. Can we go now?”

“Is Veronica coming with us?” She knew the answer, but asked anyway.

“She is live streaming some makeup haul right now. She said she will see us at lunch though.”

“Figures.” What was originally a friendship out of the need for power, she did like hanging out with Chloe and Veronica. It helped fend off the loneliness that encapsulates her soul.

Poppy and Chloe went to the campus café. The baristas already had their drinks ready for them before they even paid, she wondered if it was out of fear or just so they didn’t have to deal with her for a long period. She was walking to her usual spot when she noticed a certain annoyance in her spot.

“Move Hughes.” It was like the universe was taunting her by placing Bea in her path at every turn.

“Good morning to you sunshine. Hi Chloe.” Bea beamed at the duo.

“Drop dead farmhand.” Poppy spat.

“You are in our spot so you can go now.” Chloe tried to say confidently, hand on her hip.

“Aw Pops trying to get rid of me so soon. There is plenty of room at this table.” Bea gestured to all the empty space and tapped the spot next to her. “You could always sit next to me, Poptart.”

“As if I would be caught with someone outside of top 15. Just because you are 85 means nothing Hughes. Don’t let it get to your head.”

“The rank here means nothing to me. If I wanted to climb at all, it would be to annoy you, which by the sounds of it, I am doing a good job.” Bea knew she grinds Poppy’s gears, but she couldn’t help it. It was like music to her ears.

“The sound of your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.” Poppy turned to walk away from Bea, not noticing the wet floor sign. She started to slip, thankfully Bea jumped up and caught her in her arms. The smell of Bea’s cologne was nice, she always did enjoy the scent of citrus. She couldn’t help looking into Bea’s eyes, darker brown with flecks of gold. Her body was warm, and her skin was soft. Being from a farm she didn’t expect Bea to have heard of a skincare routine. Poppy’s heart felt like it could burst from pumping so fast. It was probably just the rush of adrenaline from almost falling though.

“I think this is the part where you say thank you Poptart.” She noticed she hadn’t moved from Bea’s defined arms. She jumped up as if she felt a fire.

“In your dreams, Farmsville, also never touch me again.” Poppy stomped away with Chloe following her. Why did she feel an emptiness? It was different than normal. Why did Farmsville have to be so goddamn annoying? She was climbing ranks fast, she didn't even want to. Poppy didn’t think she would get even close to being top 50. She had never been challenged before, most people hear her last name and cower in fear. Even when she was a toddler all she had to do was snap her little hand and people would cater to her every whim. There was something about Hughes, she challenged her at every turn, but she didn’t do it with malice. She was actually a caring person. At parties, she always took care of the people around her, making sure no one got sick all while becoming the queen of beer pong. Poppy snapped out of it, was she thinking nice things about Farmsville? It has to be the lack of sleep. Right?

#poppy x mc #chloe st james #ina kingsley #pb choices #poppy min sinclair #zoey wade #queen b choices #belvoire #veronica lombardi #bea hughes

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alleycat97 · 3 years

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Daughter in Law

Queen B

Pairing: Chloe x MC (Bea)

I have no idea why I wrote this. It’s been in my drafts for months so I decided to finish it. Part 1? Maybe a second if it goes well. Angst/fluff/homophobic issues when coming out.

“Chloe relax. You need to breathe it’s just my parents they’re not going to bite.” Bea said reassuring a very nervous Chloe.

“I know I just want to make a good impression on them. You did tell them we were coming right?”

“Well ya see babe, I totally forgot to mention it and I’m so sorry. I figured a surprise would be better?” Bea tried.

“Bea!!! Do they even know you’re gay?” Chloe asked hushing herself. “Last time we talked about it, you were still hiding it.”

The silence coming from Bea was enough to answer Chloe’s question. This was going to be terrible, so much for a great first impression.

“So you’re telling me I’m about to meet my girlfriends parents on their farm halfway across the country in Hicktown USA and they don’t even know we’re coming and they don’t know their daughter is bringing her girlfriend. Sure...this isn’t a bad idea.” Chloe mumbled.

“It’ll be fine. I hope.” Bea trailed off. “My parents will love you and my decisions no matter what. Now relax, put on your pretty face and get out, we’re here.”

Chloe was impressed indeed, for being in the middle of Iowa, The Hughes Family had a beautiful home. It was filled with beautiful trees and the air was filled with....was that crap? “What is that smell Bea?”

“Fresh air babe, just good ol country air.”

At the sound of car doors closing, the front door to the extravagant farm house opened and an older couple came out.

“Bea!? Is that you?” The woman asked quickly making a beeline for Bea, scooping her up in a hug.

“Welcome home kiddo, you should have told us you were coming.” The man said sauntering over patting Bea on the back.

“I figured this would be better, I hope you guys are surprised!”

“We are indeed. Now who is your friend?” The woman spoke looking over Bea’s shoulder directly at Chloe.

“Mom, Dad. This is Chloe, my girlfriend. Chloe this is my mom, Linda, and my father, Mark.”

The air grew still as Bea announced Chloe to her parents. Her mother looked uneasy and her father was clearly startled.

“I’ve got fencing to do. I’ll see you at supper.” Mark said walking off towards his farm shop.

“But Mark! Bea just drove all of this way to see us.” Linda protested.

“And I told you I’ve got fencing to do. Now I best be tending to it.” Mark grumbled getting further away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.” Chloe spoke trying to blame this on herself.

“Now don’t you go blaming yourself young lady. We are glad to have you here.” Linda replied to the girls relief. “Now y’all go get settled in and wash up for supper. It’ll be ready in a few hours.”

Chloe and Bea drug their luggage up to Bea’s old room and the guest room down the hall. Bea naturally had a few bags but spent the majority of her time lugging Chloe’s endless supply of bags into her room for her. “That’s the last of them babe. I really don’t see why you need all these bags...” Bea stopped when she heard Chloe snoring on the bed and went to tuck her in, road trips and Chloe didn’t mix.

Bea took the oppurnity to head downstairs to help her mother fix supper. Fresh fried chicken, sweet corn and baked potatoes.

“Do you think dad is upset with me?” Bea casually asked.

“I don’t know sweetie. You know how he is. I think part of him believed that with you going off to that fancy school, you’d bring home a man and he’d finally have the son we could never have.”

“But it shouldn’t matter who I bring home right?”

“I agree honey. But your dad is a man, a man who comes from a long line of men who believe in the samething. It’s going to take him awhile to come around.”

“And what about you? How do you feel about this?” Bea asked setting the table.

“I really wish you would have called and told me how you felt. So I would have time to adjust to this. But I think she’s a beautiful young girl and she seems to make you happy and that’s all I care about. So I’m perfectly ok with this as long as she makes you happy.”

Bea couldn’t help the smile forming at the thought of her girlfriend. “Oh she does. She’s sassy, she knows what she wants and how to get it. She’s crazy beautiful and she actually listens to me. She knows what I need before I ask and I don’t know how, but she’s always one step ahead of me.”

“Sounds like you have a winner Bea.” Linda smiled.

“I sure hope so, I think I love her, and I mean really really love her.” Bea stopped her gushing when her father stepped into the kitchen.

“How was your fencing dad?”

Mark took a deep breath and calmly tried to answer, “Busy as usual.”

Bea sighed at her fathers few words. He was definitely not thrilled with her right now. And to add fuel to the fire, Chloe stumbled her way into the kitchen to join the soon to be circus.

The four of them sat at the table, Chloe uncomfortably across from Mark. He was staring her down hard and it was clear he wasn’t thrilled to have her eating at his table.

“So Chloe is it? Tell me, since you go to school with Bea, is there a required course for sexual education, or a bible study course? I know a few ago could benefit from such courses.”

What the hell was that? Bea thought. That was random but she knew what he was doing.

“I’m not sure?” Chloe replied.

“Tell us about you then? What is your major?”

“I...I don’t have a set in stone one yet. I haven’t decided.” Chloe admitted.

“So you’re telling me you’re a junior in college, and have no idea what you want to do in life. Bea are you sure this is the one you want supporting you?” Mark asked.

“Daddy enough! You’re putting words into Chloe’s mouth.”

“I am not! I asked her what her major was and she doesn’t know. That tells me more than enough. That’s the problem with that school. All the rich kids pay tuition to screw around and all the kids who earned their spot pack them in academics. All the rich kids care about is partying and corrupting the innocent minds of the good kids.” He said staring directly at Chloe.

“Thank you for dinner it was wonderful.” Chloe said wiping her mouth and running upstairs.

“Daddy you’re such a fucking jerk!” Bea said slamming her napkin down and chasing after Chloe.

“What did I say?” Mark asked innocently.

“Mark you know damn well. That is your daughter and someone who she really cares about. We’ve been married for 26 years and I’ve loved you every minute of it until now. I’m so ashamed of you.” Linda said jerking his dinner plate away from him to clean it.

“I just don’t understand where we went wrong.” Mark hissed watching his wife do the dishes.

“We!?” Linda stopped to stare daggers into her husband. “WE haven’t done anything wrong. YOU have.”

“Oh come on Linda. How can you be ok with your daughter bringing home a girl? I didn’t send her to that school to become gay. I sent her there to get a top notch education and find a man to help tend this farm and give us a house full of grandkids.”

“Mark, please listen to what you just said. It’s Bea’s life, not yours. We have to respect whatever decision she makes and that girl makes her gush and she loves her Mark. She makes Bea happy. Why can’t you accept that?” Linda stormed off leaving him mulling over his thoughts.

“Chloe?” Bea said desperately knocking on her door. “Please sweetie let me in.”

She could hear Chloe quietly sobbing on the bed, this was gonna be hard Bea thought as she collapsed against the door.

Linda approached quietly tapping on Bea’s shoulder, “If I may, I think it’s time for operation shingle shuffle.”

Bea couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of how operation shingle shuffle came about. It was her escape route when she needed to get away or hide out.

Bea went to her room and climbed onto the roof and started walking to the next window which was Chloe’s room. She entered and sat on the window seal taking in the crying blonde fetaled on the bed.

“Careful.” Bea started scaring Chloe. “You’re gonna ruin that pretty sweater with all them tears.”

“Go away.” Chloe mumbled. “I wanna be alone.”

“Ok.” Bea moved to climb back onto the roof when Chloe’s voice stopped her.

“No please. Don’t leave me.”

Bea’s heart shattered at the weakness in Chloe’s voice. She hurried over and gathered her girl in a hug. Slowly rubbing her back to comfort her.

“Chloe I’m so sorry. I never knew he would act that way.”

“Am I really that terrible?” Chloe asked sulking.

“No! Chloe you are amazing. Please don’t listen to my dad. He’s just not acclimated to this yet. I know he’s fighting it but I know he will come around.”

“And if he doesn’t? Bea, I cannot go through another altercation like that.”

“If he doesn’t? Then we pack up and never come back.”

“What?! This is your home, your parents! You would throw them away like that?”

“Chloe listen to me. Yes they are my parents and I love them. But I’m madly in love with you and right now, I need you way more than I need them. You are my entire world right now and hopefully for a long time.”

Chloe cried harder at the revelation, she knew how special this was, but to hear how much she meant to Bea, made her pride overwhelm her.

“I love you to Bea. So much. But I want this blessing, I want your parents approval.”

“Chloe?” Bea asked questioning her girlfriend. “That’s not necessary.”

“I don’t care what I have to do. I’m going to prove to your dad I’m not a loser and I am perfect for you. HE WILL RESPECT ME.”

Bea wasn’t about the argue. She knew when Chloe set her mind on something, she was bound and determined to do it.

Chloe pulled her phone out to set an early alarm, “Will 9:30 be early enough to start working?”

“Um Chloe? We start milking cows at 5am.”

Chloe nearly fainted, she’s never woken up before 7 am in her life. “5am!? That’s...that’s way too early! Can’t we start later?”

Bea snorted, she loved what was about to transpire in the morning. Chloe wasn’t a morning person at all. “Goodnight babe.” Bea kissed Chloe’s forehead. “See you at 5.”

#playchoices #pixelberry #chloe st james #chloe x mc #queen b chloe #queen b mc #queen b choices #queen b #bea hughes

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind.

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

#survey #surveys

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daedaluscried · 4 years

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dare ya! in a couple sentences, summarize your OCs and/or Muses! the catch: you can't leave any out!

I’ll do my current active official muses + Berry, just because I don’t rp as like Coretta or Sika anymore (so they wouldn’t be useful to you) Under the cut because it is so long.

Arke - A self-righteous zealot with the ability to cause people to hallucinate and lose sense of reality. Tries to avoid her trauma by acting carefree and unpredictable.

Cy - One of my Sinchildren. Is engulfed in the sin of wrath. Very angry. Very bloodied. Essentially a feral animal in a small desperate body. Connected to Alric and Cole.

Alric - One of my Sinchildren. Drowning in the sin of Sloth. The closest thing his world has to an academic, when you can get him to work. Sassy and snarky because it’s easier that way. Connected to Cy and Cole.

Blake - Obsessed with wolves and kidnapping women? A very very very bad dude to the extent that joking about it feels a little weird. Connected to Calondra.

Suri - Essentially my rendition of little red riding hood. Does deliveries for her family’s bakery and is desperate for an adventure. Wants to do something GREAT with her life.

Mitexi - Part demonic vessel, part soldier. She is trained to kill and she enjoys it. Is very sensitive about her missing eye and she will attack you for asking. Can be connected to Astin and Deion.

Deion - A revolutionary who seems to think he is God. You have no proof he isn’t God. Has an obsession with ugly flip flops and drinks to forget.

Castiel - A princess cursed with an engrossing illness, which can only be solved by true love’s kiss. Dont’ actually kiss her!!!! Don’t trust her.

Esau - Werewolf, currently on the run with his sister. Is trying to escape his guilt. Connected to Nadie.

Nadie - Werewolf, currently on the run with her brother. Regular thief at gas stations. Down to fight. Connected to Esau.

Darius - One of my Darklings. Has the ability to control shadows and nightmares. Part time caretaker for his sister, part time violent criminal. Connected to Luna.

Bea - Technically a OUaT OC. Reborn spirit of Belle-Belle. Genderqueer and ready to attack you with a bat if you insult their best friends.

Cole - One of my Sinchildren. Is starving with the sin of Gluttony. Sort of a prince in his world, but that doesn’t mean much. Tries to make the most of his life while he can. Connected to Cy and Alric.

Calondra - Has hardcore mom energy. Wanted once to be a singer, but is now just trying to make the most of a simple life. The best revenge is surviving. Will adopt your muse if you let her. Connected to Blake.

Ari - Lionborn. She speaks to the dead and sees the future. Very spooky but is a warm loving person. Not as stupid as people believe her to be. She deserves love. Comes from the same apocalyptic world as Graham, but not connected

Astin - Demonic Vessel. Just trying to keep that down so he can live a normal life. It’s not working. Extremely nervous and shy, hates himself. Loves music, especially the piano. Can be connected to Mitexi.

Ghost - Essentially a very powerful god in a child’s body. Extremely bored and will cause so much chaos in order to relieve her boredom. Loves to draw, scream, and find dead bodies.

Davina - A companion robot who holds a deep dark secret about the company that created her. Just wants to make people smile. Doing her best.

Nirav - Deaf in a world that criminalizes disability. Will do anything to hide his disability, including creating a persona of someone who really really likes heavy metal music.

Luna - One of my Darklings. Has the ability to move things with her mind, along with take control of people. Is just a little creecher who hates her abilities. Wants to be a space librarian. Connected to Darius.

Graham - Diere person. Trying his best, but always failing to do so. Wants to find a place where he belongs. Comes from the same apocalyptic world as Ari, but not connected.

October - A child raised in a religious cult who has no knowledge of the outside world. Dreams of becoming a butterfly.

Eirena - Sea Nymph. Prone to depression and anxiety. Constantly compares herself to her sister, who everyone favors. Is too soft for this cruel world.

Vilayna - Essentially Vilthuril from Watership Down, but like... human? A new agey soul who acts strange and speaks even moreso. Constantly distracted.

Antigone - A manic revolutionary born from a family that seems cursed to make all the wrong choices. Seems to have a better handle on her morality than she really does.

Charlotte - A “superhero” incapable of dying and is trying to make most of the life she doesn’t want. Has serious daddy issues - and I do mean serious.

Sophocles - A manipulative game player who is and always has been willing to do anything in order to win. Is always planning his next move.

Cain - Like THE Cain. Taken and expanded from Biblical lore, along with inspiration from Paradise Lost. Trying to move past his actions, but can’t lose the guilt.

Berry - Firefly-based fae. Empty head, no thoughts, but her body glows so that’s pretty cool. Needs constant attention or she will die! - Not really.

#ooc #i want to say some of these were difficult to understand the subtleties of their respective issues in short terms #i try really hard to write with consideration and responsibility #i have way tooo many muses i am so sorry #Anonymous

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snarkystarkybby · 5 years

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:sweet like honey: Peter Parker x oc /one/

Hey lovelies,

here’s chapter one, i hope you all fall in love with this story as much as i have. i honestly really love Honey and she is so different to all my other OC’s.

let me know what you think and send me requests, xo

isabella

Honey smiled as she sat at the vanity getting ready for the day, Morgan sat by her side copying her every motion. The seven-yr. old girl had been shadowing Honey’s every move since the second she arrived in the city year since they’d seen each other, and Morgan loved the older girl.

Morgan only had two blood-related cousins Honey and Bea, the little Stark idolised both of the girls since birth. Every birthday, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving Morgan would follow the girls until pepper would force her to leave them alone for even just 5 minutes. So, when she found out Honey was going to be living with them for the summer she almost exploded with excitement.

Honey had offered to look after her younger cousin for the summer, of course, Pepper and Tony assured her it wasn’t necessary. They could see the longing for distraction in Honey’s eye as she begged and agreed on the premise that she took at least a few days a week for herself which seemed to be a fair compromise. So, Honey spent her days playing dress up and spending every dollar she owned on Morgan’s new complete family set of build-a-bear’s.

One her days alone Honey scoured the city in secret for apartments and jobs. Which was becoming increasingly difficult, seeing as she couldn’t let her Aunt find out what she was doing? Honey was determined to do this alone. Her entire life she had never done anything herself, every moment of her was planned for or by Bea and her parents by not this.

College was her fresh start. Not a single person at college knew about Bea or how her parents had become after she was gone. Nobody would send her pitying glances and mutter insincere “I’m so sorry” when really, she just wanted to forget.

The day she received her letter from Columbia with a full academic scholarship was the best day of her life in the worst year possible. Pepper had been so excited when she called and found out her niece was moving to the city, and out of the tiny town which Pepper knew was destroying the girl from the outside in.

The entire town was painted with memories of Bea. Honey had spent seventeen years living as a half, and then in the blink of an eye, she was alone. Sometimes the fragility of life had a way of sneaking up on you. It was barely three weeks into the summer before senior year when Bea was rushed into the ER. Stage 4 Leukemia, treatment was possible but almost undeniably inconclusive. She remembers lying in the creaky hospital bed arms wrapped around her sleeping sister and listening to the soft sobs of her mom in the hall on the phone to Aunt Pepper. It felt wrong. This kind of thing didn’t happen to people like her. The warm air and sounds of cicadas were suddenly eerily unnerving.

On the last day in the hospital Bea made Honey promise to help her escape, and so with a not so carefully executed plan they sisters escaped the hospital and made it to the small lake outside of town by sunset. Later that night just after 7 Honey tried to stay strong as she held Bea’s hand and watched her parents sniffle silently as her sister took one last trembling breath.

Pepper hated seeing the effects of Bea’s death on Honey. The blonde girl sat in the spare room- refusing to even enter her once shared bedroom, in such a catatonic state that it took Pepper hours to even get her to eat a few spoons of soup and shower.

Honey didn’t move for the remainder of the summer, her mother barely dragged her out the house for the funeral. Getting out of the town was the best possible thing she could have done.

Currently, Honey and Morgan were walking hand in hand both holding an ice-cream in their empty hands around central park. Honey had learnt from when Morgan was very young that surprisingly Central Park was one of her favourite places. Tony and Pepper had a busy day of meetings and such before tonight Honey would finally be meeting the famous Peter Parker.

Tony’s all-but-actually-adopted-son who worked for him in the labs. Pepper had promised that Honey and Peter would get along great considering they were the same age. Although Honey was worried, she had never been good at meeting new people. Although due to peters absence for the first three weeks of summer Morgan seemed excited to see him.

From what Honey was able to find out about him, Peter had gone backpacking around Europe with his long-term girlfriend MJ as soon as they had graduated. It seemed exciting, Honey had always wanted to travel but she could never go alone- the thought alone terrified her.

Morgan spent all day telling Honey about Peter, to the point where she almost didn’t want to meet the guy.

“Ooh, one-time peter and I went to the movies and he dropped all the popcorn on the floor and when he was trying to clean it up, he slipped and fell over”

“Dad and peter tricked mommy and she got so mad that peter fainted”

“dad keeps a playlist of all the times peters done dumb stuff and FRIDAY filmed it”

Peter this peter that.

From what Honey could gather Peter was a clumsy, nerd type who she could image probably wore sweater vests and broken glasses. Something told her they weren’t going to get along. As much as Honey was playfully teased that she was a nerd by Bea, she had never gotten along with the above-average intelligence types.

In high school honey still had really good grades but she was also a cheerleader and typically stayed in the more popular crowd, thanks to Bea. So forgive her for being a little presumptuous, nerdy type just thought they knew everything as usually attributed her blonde hair and pom-poms to her being nothing but an airhead infatuated with lip gloss and boys.

So when tony had announced peter was coming for dinner she was less than impressed, but of course, put on a happy face for him. It’s the least she could do.

Tony was kind of the dream uncle every kid wanted. He always showed up to family events late, with extravagant gifts in hand and a super cool excuse. Honey couldn’t remember the last birthday or Christmas when she hadn’t gotten the latest and greatest toy or anything else, she could imagine. Her favourite memory as a kid was the three weeks, she and Bea would spend with Aunt Pepper every summer, but eventually, once Pepper moved in with Tony he would be there too.

By mid-afternoon, the girls were back at the tower and were currently tiding up Morgan’s room by order of Pepper and the oh-so-scary-early-bedtime-threat. They cleaned up and whilst Morgan was watching TV, honey went upstairs to grab the small shoebox from underneath the bed and place the small memorabilia from the day inside.

Each summer, since she was child Honey, kept her summer box. She kept everything in there- photos, receipts, movie tickets, dried flowers, friendship bracelets, notes she had passed at camp- essentially anything. Today it was a receipt for the ice-cream in the park and a small polaroid the girls had taken under a tree where they had lunch.

Morgan was complaining he was bored and since they still had almost two hours until anyone would be home Honey suggested they baked some cupcakes to have as dessert.

When pepper arrived home to see Honey and Morgan dancing to Disney music in the kitchen, the icing on both their faces and sprinkles lining the floor she couldn’t help but smile and run her finger through the neon pink icing before plopping it in her mouth.

“mmm this is really good, what’s the occasion why the cupcakes and kitchen parties” by now Morgan and jumped into peppers arms to welcome her home and tell her all about the day and Honey took the chance to finish icing the cakes before tidying up.

“Hey, where’s Tony?” Pepper who was listening to Morgan’s story about the crazy duck lady at the park to answer,

“oh he’s gone to pick peter up they should be here soon- maybe ten minutes or so” Honey was frantic, ten minutes??? She was covered in icing.

“oh my god I have to get changed, I have icing in my hair” Pepper laughed and called after her that it was okay-Peter wasn’t going to care. She refused to meet the boy for the first time with neon pink icing in her hair and workout leggings on.

So she frantically washed out the icing before drying just that one section of hair, quickly reapplying her makeup and chucking on her favourite jeans and a floral crop top that was nice but still casual enough. She ran a brush through her hair before pulling it back into a loose half-up style, then bouncing out into the hallway.

She was tense, Honey hated meeting new people and meeting new people in the presence of adults- that you knew- was even worse. So, when she walked into the open style living/dining/ kitchen area and saw the curly-haired figure whose back was to her was almost sure she would faint. Its been known to happen.

“ah here she is, Underoos… Meet Mine and Pepper’s niece- Honey”

“uh hey I’m Peter, Peter Parker” her mouth went dry and her throat felt like it closed completely but somehow, she managed to choke out,

“its nice to finally meet you, Morgan’s told me plenty” he smiled at the mention of the girl who Honey only just noticed was practically standing on his feet. If his dorky smile and smooth caramel-like voice weren’t enough to make her freeze the tight light wash jean cut-off’s and well-tailored and perfectly well unbuttoned navy-blue shirt sent her mind into a frenzy. She was screwed. He was gorgeous- and taken.

This was just her luck.

#masterlist #marvel imagines #avengers x teen!reader #pepper potts #avengers imagine s #avengers imagines #peter parke rimagine #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #oc #perer parker x oc #morgan stark x oc #sweet like honey #honey miller

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paciniz · 4 years

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𝓵𝓸𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓲 ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

dolores pacini, 15, plastic in training (but just about the worst plastic you’ve ever seen)

neutral good &&. 2w3 &&. esfp.

this is what makes us girls // lana del rey（ ♡ ）candy // slayyyter（ ♡ ）s.l.u.t. // bea miller

she’s truly an unstoppable force with a lot of love for everyone, and such is perhaps why she’s most unsuited for the plastics. that doesn’t stop her from trying, though! she doesn’t understand why she can’t just get along with everyone - the school isn’t following conflict theory in that they’re all competing for limited resources, after all. there’s enough care to go around, and perhaps such is what better suits the girl to the greatest people you will ever meet. nonetheless, however, she enjoys the attention being a plastic garners her, and that is why she continues at it!

she’s an enigma. that is, of course, pertaining to the fact that while lola comes off as the dumbest girl around, beneath her surface lies an interior more socially aware than any would realize. she’s found a home in activism, be it that of combating racism, sexism, homophobia, or what have you. she’s little but fierce, withholding her passion for fighting for what’s right from the world because what does it matter what a dumb ninth grader thinks, anyway? lola goes along allowing the school to believe she’s a complete ditz because a) what is she supposed to do to fix that? and b) it’s always fun seeing people’s expectations get blown out of the water. her academics aren’t too shabby, either.

and there’s something to say lola is overly fixated on garnering the love of her peers. her dad’s always been so busy with the restaurant - and must we even speak of mom? - so lola looks to the school to get the love and attention she doesn’t get at home. such is why lola flirts with multiple guys, because what happens when the attention from one runs out? she just feels unwanted. despite this, however, she moves into this ideology under the guise that the boys she talks to are doing the exact same thing. if confronted with the reality of commitment, she’s not afraid to move towards a relationship! she just doesn’t like getting attached to someone not feeling the same way.

some of lola’s interests include cheerleading, volleyball, and baking. she’s pretty toned, despite her small size, and is a lot more powerful than she looks. not to mention that the uniforms are just so cute! and she knows her butt looks great in those shorts. her love of baking stems from always being around cooking, and, well, food. her absolute favorite thing to make is alfajores, although lola is also quite skilled with american desserts like brownies and cupcakes. any occasion she can think of, she’ll bake for it!

all things considered, lola loves acting a lot more experienced than she is, if only because she fears not getting enough attention because of her age. she’s a virgin, and while she may brag of any sexual escapades to friends of her age level, in all honesty she’s completely afraid of sex and really has no idea what to expect. lying about her expertise, in her eyes, shields her with a facade of knowledge, prompting herself to think that if she believes she’s experienced, what could go wrong?

lola is very appearance oriented, and thus is quite fixated on how she looks. despite what the show may have you believe, she does not dress like that!!! i have a pinterest board here that details her fashion with image examples. lola will very rarely be found in an outfit that isn’t pink; she views it as a comfort color and thus an extension of herself, as positive traits people see in the color pink are ones she tries to emulate in herself. she loves to wear skirts and absolutely views them as her favorite type of clothing. however, she isn’t against wearing pants or shorts. in terms of the upper half, she enjoys layering shirts, thanks in part due to the colder toronto climate that doesn’t always allow for spaghetti straps. paired with her pink is most often lavender or white. she loves heart buckles!!! a lot!!!!!!!!! and she thinks gingham is totes adorbs. stripes are also another beloved pattern. she also totally owns the lazy oaf x doc martens boots. her other favorite pair of shoes are her pink converse. in terms of makeup, though she doesn’t always wear a ton, she isn’t afraid to show up to school with extreme makeup looks typically saved for social media. lola thinks hearts are just adorable, and loves adding them to her look, whether its blush hearts or the milk makeup heart stamp. pink eyeshadow is a constant, despite being told that monochromatic looks can get tacky. add some blush on the nose and some highlight... well, everywhere, and some mascara, and she’s done!

and of course, there’s the whole sticky subject of her mom leaving. there are a few things lola forced herself into believing and embracing given such trauma, being: if she achieves enough, she will be worthy of love; she needs to push others away before they have a chance to leave her; and someone better will always come along to take her place. thus, a few of her fears include being abandoned by those who should be trustworthy, “normal” relationships, and letting someone in and getting hurt again. lola believes herself to be defective in some way, that if she were a good enough daughter, her mom would have stayed. hence, lola has some coping mechanisms she has built up to protect herself from potential abandonment. this includes maintaining shallow relationships, abandoning others before they have a chance to leave, closing down emotionally, becoming clingy and needy, becoming possessive of others, worrying that conflict will lead to the other person leaving, shutting down and creating distance when things get tough, becoming obsessed or paranoid and demanding frequent proof of someone’s love, not committing to anything, becoming a people pleaser out of a need to be accepted and loved, and putting the needs of others first so they will always feel valued. this then correlates with lola sharing her love with all of the cliques of degrassi, fearing that others may feel the way she does. alongside this, she believes being a people pleaser and thus beloved by the population assists in being accepted and loved, as why would people abandon someone they liked and respected?

in summation, she’s baby .. thank u for coming to my ted talk

#rivaltask #right tag idk?????#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough ┊ study .#this is a monster

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jeiasacads · 5 years

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name: jenina bea, /je-knee-nah bey-uh/ not /je-neigh-nuh bee/ nickname: jeia, /jey-uh/ not /gee-ah/ years on earth: 17! gender identification: cis/het nationality: filipino with spanish roots resident of: manila, philippines languages spoken: english, filipino, a lil spanish legal status: single (◠△◠✿)

current academic level: incoming college freshman! course: ab in communication university: university of santo tomas (#gouste!) senior high strand: humss # of college entrance exams taken: 4 # of college entrance exams passed: 3! longest time running a bujo: 4 months in 2017 (HAHSAHAH) latest timestamp while staying up for acads: 3:07 AM do i wear a uniform: yes! it’s navy blue and white (◕3◕) how close would i like to sit next to the aircon: not too far, but not beside it assignment that takes up most of my time: anything with graphic design! coffee/tea pick in the morning: mcdo iced coffee/tim horton’s iced coffee google docs or ms word: google docs atw planned contributions for the studyblr community: printables, motivational posts, study pictures, course/college advice

*also, hobbies ‘cuz i’m messy!!!1! & fandoms too! righty/lefty/double jointed: righty-double jointed! on all nubbins! 8 glasses of water a day: ...mom i’m trying my best keyboard slam: SKWKS, ASDSJD, !!!!!11!1, HHHH, ??/?/ reset password & then “u can’t use the last password”: i’m forgetful so yes read/write: read novels, webtoons, creepy articles; write poems & essays sports: swimming instrument/s: guitar, singing (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ book/webtoon fandoms: red queen, carry on, lore olympus, gourmet hound, age matters music fandoms: one direction ★~(◡△◡✿), solo one direction, kali uchis

main blog: @jeiajazul twitter: @jeiajazul personal/studygram (soonest!): @jeiajazul curiouscat: @jeia business email: [email protected]

#studyblr #studyblr intro post #studyblr re-intro post #studyblr reintro post #study #studyspo #studygram #studying #studyign #studypetal #studyquill #emmastudies #studytee #college

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acuppellarp · 5 years

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We’re excited to announce that Em has decided to level up DJ Jeffries from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: em + she/her Age: fossil Timezone: est Ships: dj/chem Anti-Ships: dj/forced

IC INFO

Full Name: Dolores Jean “DJ” Jeffries Face Claim: Odette Annable Age/Birthday: 30 / August 18, 1989 Occupation: Carpenter and electrician for her family’s company, which she’s being groomed to eventually take over when her dad decides to retire. She also runs her own side business, DJ Designs, where she specializes in custom pieces. Personality: agreeable, hardworking, loyal, mechanically-minded, reactionary, simple, and trusting Hometown: Upper West Side, Manhattan Bio:

DJ was gifted with her names -- Dolores Jean -- by having the honor of being the first grandchild on either side of her parents’ families. As a result she thoroughly spoiled and dotted upon for the first few years of her life, and knows she still ranks as the favorite grandkid.

From the time she could step into her dad’s work boots and have enough strength to drag his tool belt, DJ would willingly follow her father to weekend work sites, and want to help out however she could. DJ’s mom wished her only daughter would take interest in other pursuits, but as DJ progressed through school and it was clear intelligence wasn’t in traditional academics, her dad was able to persuade her mom that DJ’s interest and talent for the work was not only good for her, but good for the family business. As a result, while still in high school DJ started working on the hours needed for her trade apprenticeships.

She’s been with her family’s company since, and knows the expectation is that she’ll eventually take over for her dad -- just like her dad did for her granddad -- whenever he decides to retire. DJ’s taken a few business courses as preparation, but the reality of it all scares her. She knows she’s good at her current job, but the weight of having to carry a whole company and what her family has built is nerve-racking, so she hopes her dad’s jokes about eyeing retirement soon are just that: jokes.

In her free time DJ’s working to grow her side-business, DJ Designs, which she runs out of her grandparents’ garage in Queens. She does custom woodwork and commissions for clients, and has created everything from tables and chairs, to bunkbeds and bed frames, cabinetry, and outdoor play sets. She also volunteers her time for Big Brothers Big Sisters, as well as youth sports leagues in her neighborhood. She got interested in the latter because of having horrible experiences with team sports while growing up. Given her size -- DJ’s 6′5 -- and natural athleticism, most of her youth coaches put a lot of pressure on her to do well and better than her teammates. Sports ended up stressing her out and making herself feel horrible whenever her team lost as she felt like she was solely responsible. Eventually her parents transitioned her to a swim team. While there was still a team element involved, most of the competition of individual-based, and DJ thrived. She still doesn’t personally participate in team sports to this day, but actively enjoys watching them and cheering on her friends.

Pets: Step-roomie-parent to Marley’s new kitten, Paul McCartney, though DJ calls him Mac.

Relationships:

Marley Rose. Roommate. After her breakup Marley was surfing couches while trying to figure out a permanent place to land. Noticing that Marley seems down and tired, DJ asks what was up one morning while grabbing her first coffee of the day, and in the end offers Marley the second bedroom in her apartment. Even though she’s lived on her own for a couple of years, DJ’s happy to have someone to share her space with, especially someone like Marley since she has a certain light about her.

Quinn Fabray. Suds Bud. DJ has followed soccer for most of her young into adult life, so she definitely knew who Quinn was the moment she started frequenting ACup. DJ managed to gush only the first two times they met, and then they connected through a shared love of sports and athletics. Together they play fantasy football through her company’s league, and enjoy kicking back in front of a big screen at a bar or at each other’s homes, splitting a six pack and greasy food, and watching whatever sporting event is on the tube.

Lacey Mikhailov. Faith Friend. Since DJ’s faith is such an important part of her life, she’s sought out others that are as equally enthusiastic and also identify as not straight. That’s how she and Lacey connected, and they’ve attended services at each other’s places of worship.

Lola Alvarez. Faith Friend. DJ and Lola were familiar with each from ACup, and then they happened to catch each other at the same Holy Trinity service. DJ often lights a candle for Mimi, Lola’s mom, and they’ve attended special prayer services together.

Bea Smith. Ex. DJ calls what she and Bea did as dating, even if Bea didn’t want to label what they shared. So as a result, DJ wanted more and needed more from Bea than she was ready to give, so DJ ended the relationship. DJ doesn’t really have it in her to hold a grudge, so they’re on decent terms now, even if there’s still some awkwardness now and again.

Kate Hummel. Ex. Upon moving to NYC Kate was looking to land her first girlfriend, and DJ couldn’t help but notice Kate and her confidence. They didn’t really have too much in common with each other aside from general attraction, and went on a few dates, spent a lot of time kissing, but whenever things moved toward something more, Kate would get spooked, and eventually they mutually thought being just friends was their destiny.

April’s Showers. Cheerleader. DJ certainly has the athletic ability to be on the pitch and play alongside her friends, but given her past experiences with team sports she’s more than happy to stand on the sidelines, wear face paint and sometimes Quinn’s jersey, and cheer on the team.

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DJ / @djjeffries /description: 🌲i’m good with my hands 🛠️

Five latest tweets:

@djjeffries: someone on the opposing team thought @theyearofthestar and @aycarmencita were my kids today. #smolandtolproblems

@djjeffries: THIS IS NOT A DRILL FELIPES IS SELLING 2 FOR 1 TACOS OVER AT COLUMBUS CIRCLE

@djjeffries: still never over the fact that jbieber disrespected mama mary in that one acceptance speech.

@djjeffries: i spy with my little eye the alarm clock i’m gonna go throw across the room when it buzzes again.

@djjeffries: so i guess i build guitars now https://imgur.com/tFdtuOV.

#accepted #acup: level up

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legendling · 6 years

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can you tell me about Bea the BATt 💋💞🍰🌹⛄😊

you’re killin’ me smalls-

Yet another oc that literally nobody has knowledge of, she my bat character. not necessarily fursona, just an anthro bat :Y

💋 What traits do they like in other people? What traits do they not like?

Bea loves it when someone can give her some alone-time when she needs it. she’s easily overwhelmed when it comes to hyper people or situations, so you gotta take it slow.

💞 What’s their friend group like? What role do they play (leader, mom friend, etc.)?

Bea is the smol quiet person in the back of the group who always has their nose stuck in a book or looking at their phone uwu also she person who f r eak s out when sudden social interaction is given

🍰 What’s their favorite food?

y... you’re serious Mamba...

well since i have no clue of i’ve put her on here, but she’s the biggest lover of pretzels you will ever meet. e v e r. It’s the only thing people really see her eat, and it’s the best thing she can bake. Ranging from big soft pretzels to just the snack packs you can find at the store, she’s got quite the variety.

🌹 What songs remind you of them?

I always think of Late Night Call by Waterflame, as just kind of a general mood thingy, and maybe Aftermath by Caravan Palace. If i can find a good beach-vibes song for her, then one of those, because i tried to base her off of a “pool aesthetic” a bit.

⛄ What’s their favorite season and why?

Late spring to summer! she lo o o o v es to hang out by the pool, it’s her favorite hobby! She would be a bit of a beach person, but she doesn’t live in a town near any or beach, so she sticks with the pool. Besides, she hates getting sand in her fur.

😊 What do they consider to be their best quality? What actually is their best quality?

Bea considers herself to be intelligent. She thinks that the amount of books she reads, immediately means she can solve any academic issue, which, sadly isnt the case. Bea shines in her generosity and the fact that she would do almost anything to make her friends happy

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dearestgigi · 3 years

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October.

Dearest Gigi,

It’s been a long time since I wrote a letter here. We’ve been so busy with online class. It’s hard to cope with all the academic requirements plus work but somehow we’re getting through them one day at a time.

This month is probably the most challenging month for us because the most dreadful thing happened. Your parents got covid. Your dad was hospitalized. You were quarantined for almost a month which also means we haven’t seen each other in a long time. Thank God for technology though, I still get to see you virtually. I missed you so much. I cannot even describe how stressed you were on the first few weeks of October after finding out your parents got the virus. I was worried for them too.

As I am typing this letter now, I am relieved that your mom has already tested negative and your dad is feeling better. One less thing to worry. I am also excited this coming Saturday because finally I am going to see you! It’ll be the end of your quarantine. Yay. Though we can’t still be complacent because there’s still no cure for this pandemic. Oh what a year it has been.

I am just glad that we were able to manage the situation and still find ways to spend quality time with each other like playing ML together, watching movies/series through teleparty, studying together through zoom/google meet, and talking through videocalls. I don’t know how to survive this year without you.

Haaay. Fast forward to Saturday pleaaase.

See you soon, my love. I love and miss you so much.

To more memories together, Bea

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myaekingheart · 4 years

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So, I was informed yesterday of an unexpected death in the family--a distant family member who I didn’t really know very well personally, but my parents knew him better so my mom especially was sad. I may not have known him, but he knew me at least in the sense of knowing my parents. He would comment nice things on posts my mom had made about me and stuff, so that coupled with the knowledge of his sudden death have had me a little fucked up all day and it definitely informed the strange dreams I had last night.

First, I was in what was meant to be my grandparents’ house. It looked nothing like their actual house but I just automatically understood that that was where I was. My grandfather, who passed away in 2014 (his death was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life and has led to me actually becoming pretty necrophobic), was brought back to life but was then told he only had 2 days to live before he’d die again. He didn’t look sick at all during this time we spent with him, however, which was probably for the best. My parents, aunts and uncles, and myself all were at their “house” for dinner to spend some time with him before his second death. We got to catch up with him about what he had missed in the past six years. And then him and my grandmother were about to leave and I remember standing in the driveway looking up at him like I was a child again, and I told him I was getting married and I got to hug him super tight. The last thing he said to me before getting in the car and driving off was “I love you, Amanda.”

SO AT THIS RATE I’M CRYING BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK. I’ve had dreams about my grandpop in the past that always feel like this, like visiting his spirit in the afterlife or in the unconscious space between living and dead or something and it’s always super jarring but this time specifically just UGH MY FEELINGS. I am in pain.

Then the dream transitioned into visiting this very weird, cheap indoor knockoff of Epcot. The whole building had that feeling of clearly being old, like built in the 1960s or 1970s. Like when you step foot in one of the buildings on Main Street in Disney World and you can just tell everything there was built like 50 years ago. The entryway had a wide but short stairway into the main hall through which you walked to visit the different countries. It started with Greece and I remember banners hanging from the ceiling. The whole place also kind of had the same vibe as my local church’s event hall. But anyways, Greece was hardly anything, and then there was a Japanese tea room that looked like a cheap American attempt at capturing Japan. All I remember were red and white banners hanging from the ceilings and women dressed like geishas serving tea at round tables with cheap white tablecloths. Then there was Russia. One room was more of an alcove or indoor amphitheater hybrid where you walked down some shallow stairs and there was a little scene with snow and a little kid ice-fishing. There was another room set up similarly that had a very creepy set of animatronics meant to be the Romanov family dancing like at a ball, but nothing about the atmosphere itself screamed “ballroom.” The walls were this unforgiving pale blue-ish gray and the carpets were crunchy and old and a slightly darker shade than the wall. I remember everyone was wearing bright and tacky yellow and turquoise clothing, too, like a take on Bluth’s Anastasia from the Once Upon a December scene. The animatronics themselves were absolutely terrifying with Resusci-Anne-esque faces. The most detailed of all the countries, however, was Germany. Once you reached that portion of the building, there were rosemaling-esque murals on the wall (which I know is Norway and not Germany but fight me, my unconscious brain is dumb) and forest green shingled awnings to represent some pretend housing structures or something. While in Germany, suddenly everything became academic. I found myself in a private school uniform (plaid pleated skirt, gray blazer, white button down, probably loafers and knee high socks) sitting on a wooden bench in a rounded dead-end corner where there were a handful of classroom doors. There was something said about something bad having happened to my math teacher, who looked exactly like Bea Arthur but was not, but that she was coming back so we just had to wait a little while or something. While I was sitting on the bench waiting, my senior year math teacher showed up and we were talking about something I can’t remember. I think at one point during this time, I had mentioned something about planning to go get my engagement ring resized or something because it kept spinning and sliding off (which, ironically enough, I had to take it off to type this up because it was spinning violently and my grouchy ass got so frustrated, I nearly chucked it out a window because I couldn’t type with it on). When I brought this up to my math teacher, however, she insisted against getting it resized though I can’t remember why. Then I was by myself again on the bench but I had a handheld white board. I was practicing sketching figures on it before I got called someplace and had to leave, so I remember crouching down in front of the bench with a black dry erase marker and gold metallic permanent marker and quickly writing some message onto the white board for the next person to find. I don’t remember exactly what I said in full, except that the first part was “Take care of yourself” and the tone of the message overall was something positive about self-care. Then I ran off and I was back in the Germany section of old, fake, indoor Epcot again. There was a rendition of the Oktoberfest restaurant which was actually pretty decent, like it looked pretty close to the real thing except that it was snowing inside so it also had a slight aura of A Christmas Carol. I distinctly remember a young male waiter pulling a metallic brass pole like the kind that line ride queues out of the fake brick ground and readjusting it in it’s little hole. Then there was a makeshift theater in what was either Italy or Greece, I can’t remember. It was a terrible looking theater, though. Same unforgiving blue-ish gray walls and crunchy old carpet. The walls were so tall, too, which made me feel tiny and powerless. They were projecting an old movie onto the one wall, but they didn’t turn any of the lights off. I’m pretty sure the seats were just a bunch of those business-y chairs they have in church event halls and school assembly halls and principal’s offices. The gray ones with no arms and scratchy fabric seats and backs that have zero cushion whatsoever. I went into this theater with my parents where we took a seat right in the front and watched a very weird vintage montage film. The only scene that I specifically remember was a young man with blonde hair and a toned physique who I guess was supposed to resemble Apollo flying through the air as if on a zipline ass naked with drum tied around his waist which he was beating consistently with his penis. How he had that much control over his dick so as to bang a drum with it, I don’t know. Right after this, the theater was interrupted (not in a terrifying way, however) by the Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus. They were holding either red solo cups or Styrofoam cups likely filled with beer and were drunk off their asses. And that’s just about the last thing I remember.

#weird dreams #ramblings

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