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rigelsenshis · 4 years

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you thought i was done spilling all my feelings about joe and nicky and italian songs with my de andré post but lol no my soul can’t rest until i’ve talked about the Maestro so here we Go. now, the Maestro is the nickname for franco battiato, overall genius incredible wordsmith delicate singer national treasure and one of my favorite music artists like??? ever???

he’s sicilian, so not where nicky was originally from but still very much from the mediterranean, and a place where all the cultures growing around the mediterranean intersected. in general, battiato has written some incredible songs, all of them charged with so much lyricism and feeling that not associating them to joe and nicky would be a crime that i’m Not about to commit so here have some of my faves and let’s all hold hands and cry over the best love story of the last millennium

(a little note to say that i’ll do my best to translate the lyrics but battiato chooses his words so carefully and creates such incredible sentences that i’ll never be able to do his songs justice and like, i Accept That)

(song: e ti vengo a cercare)

(and i come looking for you / just to see you or talk to you / because i need your presence / to better understand my essence / this common sentiment / is born out of divine mechanics / a mystic and divine rapture / imprisons me to you) this is my favorite battiato song probably and this is also me looking into the camera like i’m on the office but with tears in my eyes bcos “a common sentiment”??? “born out of divine mechanics”??? just lay me to rest lay me to reST NOW

(song: e ti vengo a cercare)

(and i come looking for you / with the excuse of having to talk to you / because i like what you think and what you say / because i see my roots in you / this century coming to a close / filled to the brim with parasites without dignity / only pushes me to be better / with more willpower)

wow niccolò is that you??? my immortal man is that yOU???

(song: la stagione dell’amore)

(the season of love comes and goes / desires almost never grow old with age // the season of love comes and goes / suddenly without realizing it, you’ll be living it, it’ll amaze you // yet another thrill will make your heart beat / new chances to know one another / and the lost horizons are never forgotten)

la stagione dell’amore is such a quiet and touching song like i find myself tearing up every time i listen to it and this is both for them when they met, bcos i’m pretty sure neither of them expected to find their soulmate on the battlefield, but also for them today— their desires haven’t aged and the horizons they left behind are still part of them and of their story

(song: la cura)

(i’ll bring you most importantly silence and patience / we’ll tread together on the roads that lead to the essence / perfumes of love will inebriate our bodies / the calm sea of august won’t calm our senses)

i’m bringing out the heavy guns now bcos la cura is such a famous song and it’s so delicate and sensual which is such a rare balance that battiato strikes almost every single fucking time like how??? but yeah if this doesn’t scream “his kiss still thrills me even after a millennia” then idk what does

(song: la cura)

(i’ll weave your hair like the words of a song / i know the laws of the world and i’ll gift them to you / i’ll overcome the gravitational streams / space and light to stop you from aging / i’ll save you from every sadness / because you’re a special being and i’ll take care of you / yes i, will take care of you)

muffled sobbing in the distance

(song: mesopotamia)

(do you know that the more you age / more distant memories resurface / as if it was yesterday // what will remain of me? of my passage on earth? of all the ideas i’ve had in this life? // to be honest i too have been living for millennia / and come straight from the highest civilization of the sumerians / from the cuneiform art of the scribes / and i often sleep in a sleeping bag / because i don’t want to lose touch with the earth)

ehm??? immortality??? what will remain after we’re gone??? i descend from civilizations that aren’t the same anymore??? eHM???

(song: i treni di tozeur)

(in abandoned churches they’re preparing shelters / and new spaceships for interstellar voyages / in an old mine, expanses of salt / and a memory of me like a spell / and for a second it comes back, the will to live at a different speed / the trains for tozeur are still passing slowly)

i treni di tozeur is a haunting song that’s filled to the brim with nostalgia for something that isn’t there anymore, a distant past, or maybe something that was never there to begin with, since it’s inspired by the phenomenon of the mirages in the desert. and i love it especially bcos of that line about wanting to live at a different speed, which i’ve always interpreted as wanting to live slower, like older days, which again is very fitting with joe and nicky. besides, tozeur is in tunisia, which is incidentally also where joe is from

this has been another rambling about italian music by yours truly will there be more who knows i gotta go cry now

#the old guard #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #luca marinelli #marwan kenzari #sigh i just love italian music #so much #and italy so much #and this movie so much

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7official7moose7 · 4 years

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Probably one of the most rushed fics I’ve ever wrote!

Yes, here it is! Ladies and gentlemen, individuals alike, I present to you..

(insert drumroll here)

A platonic shopping date between two absolute babies :)

@xgoldentigerlilyx @teyamarra @reid-and-writing I’m very sorry for the quality of this fic, it’s okay at first but then it gets really out of character somewhere in the middle and I was way too lazy to fix it so I hope it’s not too bad-

“Spencer, wait up!”

Reid looked up to see Garcia rushing to the elevator, and he held the door for her. He flashed her a smile as she thanked him.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Garcia asked, and Reid shook his head.

“No, but I do have a book I need to finish before Sunday. Why do you ask?” the elevator stopped, and they both stepped out, making their way outside.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you’d like to come with me to the new mall down on East Street. It just opened a couple of days ago, and I wanted someone to go with, if that’s okay with you?”

Spencer thought. I don’t really do shopping. But, she did go with me to that philosophy convention. I owe her.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” he said, “Tomorrow at twelve?”

Penelope threw her fist in the air with a “Yes!” and smiled up at him. “Absolutely, I’ll be there to pick you up on the dot! Thank you, boy wonder!” she said as they neared her car and Reid waved her goodbye as he continued down the sidewalk. Breathing in the warm August air, he smiled.

…

Spencer entered his apartment and sat his bag down beside the door. It was late, around ten or so. He flicked on the lights and plopped down on the couch, grabbing a book called Crime Or Clarity by Fiona Dewitt. It was a more simple read, but Spencer was enjoying it so far. He flipped to page 305 and continued where he left off.

“It would not be everyday that Steve Goodway would find himself wondering about his place on this earth. Everything he has accomplished, everything he’s fell short of. Is this really it? Or is there more, just beyond his reach? So, on this very day, he would promise himself that he would keep an open mind and an open heart to anything that calls his name through the brambles and nettle, and he would follow it even when the path doesn’t seem so inviting.”

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

…

Penelope Garcia awoke at 9:48 a.m. with a smile on her face and a happiness in her heart. She started her day with a warm shower and sweet coffee. After that, she messaged Spencer, asking if he was still up for the mall date. He replied three minutes and twenty-seven seconds later with a “Getting ready now. :)”, and she smiled even brighter.

Garcia couldn’t wait to explore all the new stores and see what kind of crazy cute outfit they had in stock. She couldn’t wait to show Reid all the wonderful wonders of shopping and hopefully find a nice outfit for him. She couldn’t wait to convince him to wear said outfit to the Bureau on Monday.

It was now 11:37 a.m. and Garcia couldn’t wait to pick Spencer up.

…

Spencer Reid waited patiently on the couch, dressed in his usual sweater vest and button-down shirt. It was one minute and fifty-seven seconds after twelve when Penelope knocked on his apartment door, and when he opened it, they greeted each other with smiles and started down the stairs to the first floor. Penelope wore a green floral dress and a jean jacket with a dozen pins and stickers on top. Her black mesh leggings went well with her sparkly black bow and heels.

They chatted all the way to the car and kept chatting as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“So, how’d you sleep?” Garcia asked.

“Good, I read 393 pages of Crime Or Clarity before I fell asleep on the couch. You?”

“Like a baby. As soon as I got home, I poured myself a glass of wine and I was out after an hour.”

Spencer hummed. “You know, places like a mall are much more hectic during the weekends, especially near holidays. Why do you choose to go during this time rather than waiting for it to clear up?”

Garcia laughed. “I like people watching, it gives me inspiration and a sense of peace, knowing that those people are out living their lives despite all the nasties out there doing bad things.”

“Actually, statistics prove-”

“Hey, let me have this. That’s all I ask of you,” Penelope said. Spencer giggled at her, and she gave him a smug smile.

Before they arrived at the mall, Garcia suggested they stop for lunch after she noticed both of their stomachs were growling. They ordered sandwiches from the nearest deli and sat in the shade of the umbrella on the patio outside the shop.

Afterwhile, it started to get crowded, so they took it as their cue to get going. It was 1:13 p.m. when they finally found a parking space close to the entrance of the mall.

…

“Which store first?”

Spencer shrugged, knowing very little about any and every shop in the building. He looked around and pointed to one that looked interesting.

“What about that one?” he asked, and Garcia followed his eyes to the Way Out Thrift across the hall. She gasped and looked up at him. “You have great taste,” she said as she led him in.

This thrift store had everything.

Spencer looked around, unsure where to start or even what to look for. Garcia immediately wandered to the clothes section, rummaging through racks of shirts and dresses. She noticed him standing there, so she waved him over and showed him a big beige sweater. “What do you think?” she asked, holding it up against his chest to measure. He took it and examined the fabric. “It’s nice, but this wool is coarse, which can irritate the skin. A finer wool would be better because fine wool sheep produce wool fibers with a very small fiber diameter, usually 20 microns or less.” he rambled on, giving Garcia time to find a light purple turtleneck. “This one’s cotton, what about this one?” she asked, again measuring it on him before he felt it.

“Cotton fabric is considered better, though some people disagree because of the pesticides. Some cotton is grown with genetically modified seeds and sprayed heavily with Roundup, in which the primary ingredient is glyphosate, which could lead to cancer. But I don’t think it’s that bad,” he said, “In fact, I really like the feel of it.”

Garcia smiled. “Good, because this thing is going in your closet!” she said, and Spencer blinked. “I’m paying for it, don’t even think about it,” he said and Penelope gave him a look. “My treat?” she tried to convince him, but he refused. She stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout, which made them both laugh.

After a little more looking around, Penelope and Spencer went to check out. Garcia ended up with a pretty yellow shift dress that Reid suggested, and a small woodpecker figurine for her office. Reid stuck with the purple turtleneck and picked up an additional sweater vest for his collection. Garcia suggested that he try something out of his zone, and he said he’d think about it.

“Where to next?” Spencer asked as they wandered down the hall, passing tons of shoe shops.

“Unless you want a new pair of kicks, maybe we could go up the escalator and see what they have up there,” Penelope joked.

“Escalator it is,” he said.

…

“Did you know there were thirty-seven deaths in 2014 in China caused by escalator accidents, and a report found that more than twenty-six thousand escalators had safety issues that hadn’t been repaired?”

“No. No, I didn’t know that,” Garcia said, shifting closer to Reid, “And I don’t think I needed to know.”

A couple of people looked at them suspiciously when he said that, and Spencer almost felt bad for saying it out loud. Almost.

Once they made it to the top, all the smells were like a smack in the face. There were multiple food courts, including a donut shop and an icee stand. There was the new car smell, along with some kind of strong fragrance, most likely from a perfume shop. Enough to give them both headaches.

“Jeez, it’s like aroma central up here,” Penelope remarked. Spencer nodded in agreement.

There were way less clothing stores on the second floor, but there was one store that stuck out to Reid.

“What’s RetroWear?” he asked, pointing to the sign above the entrance. Garcia hummed. “I’ve never heard of it, it must be a new store,” she said.

“Wow, a clothes store that you’ve never heard of? So rare.”

“Don’t start with me, genius,” Garcia warned with a smirk, “Let’s go check it out, I’m sure they have some absurd piece of luxury clothing in there somewhere!”

Before Spencer could react, Penelope grabbed his wrist and dragged him in.

And oh boy, did that store have the good stuff.

Sweater vests here. Ties over there. Pretty floral dresses in between. And a whole section dedicated to Absurd Pieces Of Luxury Clothing.

“Oh. Em. Goodness,” Garcia whispered, “It’s like the shop gods just read my mind.”

Reid was also pretty impressed, and for the first time that day, he was the first to immediately begin looking at all the outfits. Garcia followed after him, showing him expensive Gucci purses and handbags she found while he presented to her a fuzzy orange sweater that he said would match her orange slice earrings. She gladly accepted it and gave him a nice pair of sunglasses in return.

After a bit of rummaging around in their sections, Penelope and Spencer decided that it was time that they go through the luxury clothes section. Spencer showed her a green and purple romper with plastic rhinestones lining the neck and sleeves, which made her laugh and kindly decline his offer to buy it for her. Next, she showed him a tiny crop top with a band logo on the back and a weed leaf on the front, claiming that it was definitely his style and that she was going to give it to him for his birthday.

But the best thing they found that day was Spencer’s secret bad boy look.

…

“Hurry up, smart boy! I wanna see that smokin’ hot emo side of yours!”

Spencer sighed from inside the fitting room. “I don’t know, Penelope, it’s not really my style,” he said as he examined himself in the mirror, and Garcia scoffed. “That’s the whole point! Now get out here and let me see it.”

Finally, after a bit of contemplating, Spencer unlocked the door and stepped out.

Garcia gasped.

He wore a red-and-black striped t-shirt and black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a big leather jacket on top.

“Well?”

“I love it. I love you. I don’t care what you say, I’m buying that entire outfit for you and you cannot stop me.”

“Penelope, you don’t have to-”

“I want to. And I am. And you’re wearing that into work on Monday.”

“What- No, I can’t! Everyone’s gonna look at me like I’m crazy!”

“Then I’ll wear that ridiculous romper you showed me earlier to make us even.”

Reid rolled his eyes. “You always wear that kind of stuff, they won’t notice,” he said, throwing in a “No offense” after she glared at him. “Oh, everybody in that building knows I don’t do rompers. Trust me, they’ll notice,” she joked.

After some of convincing, Spencer let her buy the outfit for him, but he wouldn’t let her get the romper. He did, however, manage to pay her back with a fancy new pen to add to her collection.

…

It was now 4:46 p.m. and they were both exhausted. Garcia began to argue with herself about wearing heels around the mall of all places, and Reid’s legs, too, were getting tired. They decided to eat dinner in the food court since neither of them were ready to end the fun just yet.

“These tacos taste funny,” Spencer said, and Penelope shrugged. “Mine tastes fine. Did I order the wrong one? I’m so sorry if I did.”

Spencer smiled. “No, it’s fine. I just haven’t had tacos in a while.”

“That’s a sin. I have vegetarian tacos almost every saturday.”

They both laughed, the sound ringing all throughout the mall. The smiles on their faces were like those of little kids on a playground, and they were living for it.

“Fun fact, most experts state that the first taco was actually invented somewhere between 1,000 and 500 B.C. At the time, the taco was more of an edible spoon, however the first recorded reference to the word taco came about in the 19th century. The first mention of the word taco in the United States didn’t come around until 1905.”

“How do you know these things?”

“Lots of history books. Or this brochure,” Spencer giggled, handing to Penelope the small foldable. She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. “You’re very funny.”

“Thanks, I try my best.”

“Why don’t you ever joke like this in the bureau?”

Reid shrugged. “I guess it’s because I know that there’s someone in danger out there, and I just can’t bring myself to laugh it off like everyone else.”

Garcia averted her gaze. “Huh. I never thought about it that way.”

“N-not that it’s bad to joke around on the job, I know it helps some people and I’m not putting you down for it, It’s just—different with me I think.”

“Oh, I get that. I do it for the same reason I decorate my desk, it helps me cope with all the horrible things we see on the daily.”

There was a moment of silence, until Spencer spoke again, “How did we end up talking about this?”

Penelope laughed, and suddenly everything was back to sunshine and rainbows. “You mentioned the history of a taco.”

...

Soon, it started to get late. Reid and Garcia had stopped by her place for a couple hours to watch a movie and finish off the wine that she bought out of impulse last friday. It was 7:56 p.m. when Garcia dropped Reid off at his apartment, and she gave him a friendly hug before saying goodbye.

“Oh, and, Spencer?”

“Hm?”

Garcia smiled. “You don’t have to pretend that you don’t like the outfit. I know that look when I see it, and I can tell that you’re secretly excited to wear it on Monday.”

Reid felt a light blush settle across his face. “Thanks, Penelope.”

“No problemo, genius boy.”

And with that, Spencer entered his apartment and sat his bag down beside the door. He flicked on the lights and plopped down on the couch, grabbing Crime Or Clarity by Fiona Dewitt off the coffee table. He flipped to page 698 and continued where he left off.

“Goodway would smile wide, wider than he has in a very long time. He would realize then that he doesn’t need this world, and this world doesn’t need him, as long as he has his good friend Mick. Mick, who cares for him, who enjoys his company, and who will go to the ends of the wretched world to be there for him.”

And that night, Spencer Reid also realized that. And he did indeed smile wider than he has in a long while.

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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Surprise! - Peter Parker Headcanon

A/N: Peter and Y/N are smol beans and they have a big ass crush on each other and they share a birthday enjoyyy (first head canon ever don't hate me if it sucks dkjgjfhdjgkfj)

Warnings: fluffyyy

Word Count: ??

gif credits -> @underoos-tom <3

Peter and Y/N met in school

they were both in the same Chemistry class, in fact, they were lab partners

Y/N had stayed up all night painting with her new watercolors

so she was absolutely exhausted

so exhausted she ended up falling asleep in class

Peter was seated next to her

they’d briefly exchanged a few words before but they weren’t really friends

still, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, lying across their desk

he tried to pay extra attention in class that day, jotting down as many notes as possible

though he did get distracted a couple times

Y/N was pretty cute

after class he gently nudged her, trying to wake her up without freaking her out too much

she eventually stirred awake, much to his relief

she was embarrassed but he reassured her and handed her the entirety of his notes

Y/N was really touched by the simple gesture

this simple act eventually blossomed into a long-lasting friendship

the pair was inseparable, truly just two peas in a pod

Peter walked Y/N home every day without fail

and every time he smiled widely as he watched her run up to her front door

though he’d never do it in front of her

Y/N was really sweet and funny

she always made him laugh a ton

to the point where he’d choke on his water or fall off a chair

thus only amplifying the fit of laughter for the both of them

she loved hearing his laugh

there was no sound she liked better, it was like music to her ears

months after becoming friends with Peter

Y/N was talking with Ned in the cafeteria

the subject of birthdays arose

and much to her surprise, Ned told her Peter’s birthday was the 10th of August

she nodded but then did a double take, the new information settling in

“His birthday’s the 10th of August?? That’s my birthday too!” she exclaimed

Ned couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N excitedly started planning out a surprise for her friend

“friend”

“FRIEND”

he watched her jot down ideas on a pad and his eyes lit up as he came up with a surprise of his own

it didn’t take long before he told Peter he and Y/N shared a birthday

Peter was completely bewildered

what a strange coincidence

fate?

please, fate’s not actually real

is it?

Peter just couldn’t help but feel like maybe, somehow, this was a sign

a sign he should surprise her too

with a special declaration

maybe?

Ned helped him come up with a whole speech

he even gave him advice on what to wear for the occasion

months passed and both Y/N and Peter could barely contain their excitement

they were happy their birthday was coming up

but more importantly

they couldn’t wait to surprise the other

Peter memorised his little speech over and over again

terrified of messing it up

she deserved only the best

and when he was nervous

he rambled

a lot

and that wasn’t the best

Y/N on the other hand

she had spent hours in her room painting

it was what she did best

and Peter was worth the best

she couldn’t wait for him to see what she had so carefully crafted for him

Ned found the whole situation hilarious

both of his friends kept sneaking behind each other’s backs

Peter didn’t know Y/N knew

Y/N didn’t know Peter knew

make sense?

Ned felt extremely proud of himself

he was the mastermind behind the entire ordeal

guy in the chair’s a cool title, but mastermind’s even cooler

summer finally rolled around

and July flew by in a flash

finally it was the day

the 10th of August

the day both Y/N and Peter had planned for so long

Y/N shot out of bed, grinning from ear to ear

she celebrated with her parents, blowing out the candles at breakfast

Peter woke up in a pool of sweat

he was so nervous

today was the day

the day he was finally going to tell her how much he liked her

you know

as a friend

“fRiEnD”

after opening Aunt May’s gifts

and after giving her a huge bear hug

he got dressed, even added some gel to his hair

though it looked weird

so he washed it out

Y/N slipped on a lovely sundress, one she had heard Peter compliment when he thought she wasn’t listening

she smiled to herself as she remembered his blush

he was sure to love it

slipping her gift for him in her bag

she ran out of her house

the pair had agreed to meet up at Central Park

their usual hangout spot with Ned

speaking of Ned

he sent a text to Peter, giving him some final words of encouragement before the big moment

Peter shakily walked over to the bridge where Y/N was patiently waiting for him

this was it

“Peter!” she called out

he ran over to her, the corners of his lips curling into a grin at the sight of her

she always looked so pretty in that dress

“Do you know what day it is?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait.”

“It’s your birthday.”

“And yours!”

“You knew??”

“I’ve known for months!”

the pair laughed, the sudden realisation dawning on them

Ned had played them both

“Happy birthday, Peter!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling him into a hug, and his heart swelled as he inhaled her sweet perfume

“Happy birthday, Y/N”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“So do I.”

“You go first!”

“No, no, you!”

Y/N smiled widely and reached for the present hidden away in her bag

she took it out and gave it to him

Peter couldn’t believe his eyes

she had painted him

correction

she had painted them both, sitting on a bench together, watching the sun go down

they were holding hands

Peter blushed a deep crimson and let out a warm chuckle

“This is amazing, Y/N. You’re crazy talented.”

“I wanted to paint you something, cus that’s how I express my feelings.”

“Your feelings?”

Y/N shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, avoiding his gaze

“Yeah…”

“Y/N, I have a surprise too”

Peter suddenly couldn’t remember his speech

but he didn’t need to

he knew exactly what to say

correction

he knew exactly what to do

he suddenly closed the distance between them, planting a soft kiss on her lips and Y/N’s heart stopped

he was kissing her

Peter

was kissing her

the Peter she cared about more than anyone else in the world

the Peter she couldn’t help but dream about

she kissed him back eagerly, slipping her fingers through his curls

after a while they pulled away, forehead against forehead

“that was quite the surprise.”

“it’s been a long time coming.”

Y/N giggled and Peter thanked his lucky stars

best

birthday

ever

A/N: hihi this was definitely not inspired by Peter and my birthday lol nooo, hope y'all like it :))

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bcketts · 4 years

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TASK 09. GOODBYE ALLIE!

thank you.

it's bittersweet waking up the next morning. she doesn't bring much with her, most of her stuff is still at georgetown, but she remembers thinking of when she first arrived at gallagher; how scared she was, how much she wanted to leave. she looks back at the fortress and pretty much thinks the same things, and by the time the hour-long car ride to washington d.c. is done, gallagher already feels a bit like a dream. the only thing that makes it seem real at all is jack's old watch, heavy on her wrist and clunky. it's already got a few scratches from where she keeps banging it on things, throwing her hands up in the air or about, whacking it on doors and windows. but it's a sturdy thing.

dazed and confused.

they're all allowed to pick up their things, which have been packed haphazardly into boxes for them by residential life, but allie gets two boxes. there's not much she can do with them but decide to ship them home, so she takes an uber to the post office with two boxes of things, not caring enough to go through what's inside, but mostly scared that she might start bawling. it's a weird thing, getting her phone back, and she doesn't expect it to be so dang heavy! she also thought she'd have missed a lot more text messages, but she supposes that she traveled with all her best friends, so how could they have texted her? she gets chipotle in town with a few of her friends before heading to the airport, and it feels nice to sit with the other members of the club and do something normal, just for a little while.

bring it on home.

getting home is the hard part, because she hasn't seen her parents in months and she's worried they hate her, but the second she sees them near the baggage claim, tears spring to her eyes and she's running at them full-force into a big bear hug. they smell the same. she loves her mom's perfume and her family's detergent and the way her dad laughs with his belly. but it's obvious that there's something missing, they can all tell, and the presence of their daughter just hammers home the absence of their son. the group hug feels awkward with just three people, like she's not sure where to put her hands without jeremy around, and her parents keep finding themselves saying "you two" or referring to allie as a plural when she's really just one, a half of a whole.

that’s the way.

"i'm sorry about that phone call, while i was at school," allie says.

"that's alright, you were under a lot of stress."

"no, dad, i meant it. i don't believe the same things any more." and she expects to get yelled at, to get chewed out, but he just looks at her and nods and there's a moment of prolonged silence between them.

"sometimes, i'm not so sure myself. but what else is there?" and that makes allie very quiet, and she thinks she understands why her dad clings so hard to the things he believes in, and it's the exact same reasons why she can't keep clinging to them any longer.

over the hills and far away.

what allie doesn't do: visit her brother's grave and mope around her sad house. what she does do: says forget about it and takes off to the hamptons.

she gets one perfect week. that's what she keeps calling it – her perfect week. where she goes to visit levi in his home in the hamptons, flinging herself into his arms and covering him with tiny kisses just because she can. it's a whirlwind of a week where she gets very sunburnt, laughs all the time, and forgets for a while what it's like to be arkansas allie. she misses gallagher allie sometimes, and she wonders if she'll ever figure out how to be the perfect balance between the two, but right now, she's happy to spend many hours feeling someone else entirely: and that someone is rich! or at least as rich as levi madden is! and that someone has a lot of sex and spends a lot of time laughing and even though she's getting a college degree from an ivy league that could make her a whole lot of money someday, allie thinks that maybe being a trophy wife wouldn't be so bad. she loves the way he smiles, or the way he smiles at her, and she tries not to count the amount of times he does it like each one might be the last and she's got to save every single one of them.

she cries her eyes out when they say goodbye at the airport because she knows it's for real this time, and the thanks him for all the ways he made her feel sane, made her feel like herself again when personhood seemed like an impossible label to reclaim. but she also knows that despite all their pretending, that he's from a different world than she is. "don't let yourself be alone," she says, "just because you won't have a normal person life doesn't mean you shouldn't have people." because most of all, she's terrified that one day levi will be forty-something and he'll look like jack, packing his bags up with no one to go home to. "okay? and please write. you promised. or, i guess you could text me, if you want to be all twenty-first century about it." and she kisses him one last time but she's so caught up in her head about it being the last time that she can't really enjoy it, not properly.

what is and never should be.

allie goes home sunkissed and smiling, because it's sad but it's the final goodbye in the weirdest chapter of her life thus far. and then, summer resumes like normal. she's going to church on sundays with her parents, working the food drive and the bake sale, and facetiming imogen, marlowe, or luce, or...whoever will pick up the phone at any chance she can get.

on the fourth week, she develops a urinary tract infection. this is because she hates to go to the bathroom and she's always holding it, because she knows to get to the toilet, she's going to have to walk by jeremy's room and remember that he's not inside, and wonder what it looks like. so, she makes herself sick, from holding it all in. but it's sort of a wakeup call, a way too obvious metaphor – almost like it was created by a really uncreative writer. she's got to face things eventually.

since i’ve been loving you.

allie can't even open the door to jeremy's room at first, mainly because her parents have plopped his big box of stuff right in front of the door. everything else is exactly how he left it. there's gum wrappers in the trash can, socks strewn across the floor. she checks under the bed and that's how she knows her parents haven't been there – there's still that box of dirty magazines, which atty used to make fun of jeremy for having. "you do know there's the internet, right?" but jeremy was into it for the aesthetic, there was something so much more authentic to jerking off to something on print rather than pixelated. and atty would say it was pretentious. conversations like this used to make allie want to die, and they still do, because she kicks the box back and whispers, "euch." and his weed is still in the sock drawer, which is a remarkably boring place to have put it. he never used to smoke or do anything until he went to college, but allie blames atty's influence. a while ago, allie would've been a good sister and thrown it out, in case her parents ever did catch him for all the weird stuff hidden in different drawers, but instead, she puts one of his led zeppelin records on and lights up, but she has to facetime milena to figure out how to use the grinder, so perhaps it's not as poetic as it sounds.

and then she goes through the box of stuff from his dorm. there's a lot of pictures of imogen, of course, and that makes her heart hurt, because she can literally see where he used to keep them on his walls, the holes of old push pins. his violin, his skateboard, all the things he used to do to keep himself occupied. allie never knew someone so busy and so lazy at the same time. she sighs, lays down on his bed and looks up at the ceiling, knowing every crack and line by heart. it aches, everywhere, but she has to get up to skip stairway to heaven, since that's just too dang ironic.

ramble on.

allie visits his grave on the last day of summer, but it's nothing like his room. she goes with her parents and allie's a sympathetic crier, so when her mom cries, she cries too, but she can't help but think that this isn't where jeremy is. with all the dead people. he's in his room, with all the things that made him himself, or he's at georgetown, laughing with her and her friends in an amnesty international meeting. he's still around, in a way. he's just not here.

bring it on back.

it's the first time that she's ever traveled from pointsett to washington, d.c. alone, but by now it's late august and she's feeling alright, almost excited for the fresh start – to see steph, hudson, and matt again, to start dreaming again how they'll save the world. because it's always more exciting to conspire with friends than alone. but of course, thoughts of gallagher academy linger in the back of her mind, and as she moves to get her bag, she whacks the clunky watch on her wrist on the overhead compartment. she shakes her wrist out, but she smiles as she wheels her suitcase down the aisles and head to hail an uber, grateful for the small reminder that she's not alone, and that it wasn't a dream.

#gallagher:task #muse.#never thought led zeppelin would be the vibe to send allie off with but yk #it's just right

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Rose gardens around the world

PRINCESS GRACE ROSE GARDEN, MONACO

Few visitors notice this pretty, perfumed park tucked away in the residential Fontvielle district, but it provides those who do stray with a peaceful experience. It stands as a memorial to the Oscar-winning American actress who became a princess.

Sheltered by palm and olive trees and studded with sculptures, the garden showcases 300 rose varieties whose QR codes allow you to find out more about them on your mobile phone.

MONTREAL BOTANICAL GARDEN, MONTREAL

There are many reasons to visit one of the world’s best botanical gardens, chief among them the Rose Garden, created for the 1976 Olympic Games. You’ll find 10,000 rose bushes that present the development of roses, up to today’s modern hybrid teas and floribunda varieties.

Where traditional rose gardens are often formal in style, Montreal’s offers a less rigid presentation, with meandering flowerbeds and pathways set among trees and ponds.

ROSETO MUNICIPALE, ROME

This overlooked treasure on the ruin-scattered Aventine Hill near the Circus Maximus has large rose collections that climb over paths and sprawl up hillsides. Varieties are arranged chronologically: follow roses from ancient wild and early Roman and Damascene varieties through to hybrids with sometimes startling colours.

The gardens host guided tours, concerts and theatre productions and an annual rose-breeding competition in May. A summer cocktail bar is popular with locals.

SAKURA ROSE GARDEN, SAKURA

Though little more than a decade old, this nationally important rose collection 30 minutes from Narita airport outside Tokyo is charmingly old-fashioned and presents heritage rose varieties that far surpass often scentless modern hybrid varieties when it comes to heady fragrance.

The thousand variety of roses include 200 rare species donated by Seizo Suzuki, a world-renowned, twentieth-century rose breeder, and many Japanese, Chinese and other Asian varieties.

VALBY PARK, COPENHAGEN

The rose garden at this large city park and common features 12,000 roses organised by colour into circular flowerbeds; it has some particularly lovely climbing and miniature rose varieties. Large open spaces and a playground make this one of few rose gardens agreeable to visit with small children in tow.

There’s also a café. The park is at its best in early August, when it hosts a rose show.

ZAKIR HUSSEIN ROSE GARDEN, CHANDIGARH

One of the world’s largest rose gardens, named for an Indian president, sprawls over 30 acres and showcases some 50,000 rose bushes as well as medicinal plants.

It was planted in the early days of this post-independence planned city. An annual rose festival held in late February or early March sees the garden come alive with food stalls, rides and locals vying to become the rose prince and princess.

PARC DE BAGATELLE, PARIS

This corner of the sprawling Bois de Boulogne is far from just a rose garden, but its roses – mostly hybrid tea roses – are impressive, planted with classical French formality to create floral carpets in repeating patterns near a 1775 chateau.

Rambling roses form scented arbours. A weekend of special rose exhibitions is held every June, and in the same month a Chopin Festival sees music drift amid the blooms.

ROSEDAL DE PALERMO, BUENOS AIRES

Part of a larger park in the posh suburb of Palermo popular at weekends for cycling, jogging and street performers, this rose garden was laid out in 1914 and has a collection of 18,000 roses, seen at their best in October.

Amid the pink blooms – which clash with avenues of purple jacaranda trees – you’ll find a pretty white iron bridge and busts of the world’s most famous writers.

ELIZABETH PARK ROSE GARDEN, HARTFORD

This Connecticut rose garden is America’s oldest public rose garden and one of the country’s handful of test gardens where hybrids are trialled before being commercially sold.

Though there are some heritage varieties, it’s mostly modern roses on show in the 475 flowerbeds, including tea roses, multi-bloom grandifloras and showy floribundas. The roses are surrounded by lawns, groves and recreation areas. Expect plenty of weekend wedding photography.

QUEEN MARY’S GARDENS, LONDON

Named for the wife of George V and occupying a corner of Regent’s Park, this classical rose garden is centred on a fountain and embraced in a meandering lake spanned by Japanese-style bridges. It’s the largest rose garden in London, with some 85 single-variety beds popping with colour, rivalled by an equally impressive selection of begonias and delphiniums. Climbing roses are looped along ropes in spectacular swathes

https://www.traveller.com.au

So beautiful....thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gateway Drug | Twenty-Two

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"...It's, um..." I shimmy on a plum purple long sleeved mini-dress, and head to put my heels on as Tansy rambles, glancing around the apartment that only contains one bed and no refrigerator.

"Shitty." I blatantly finish for her and she glares at me.

"I was going to say, 'humble'." She states. "It's not as bad as what you guys lived in when you first started dating."

"He'd rather have a brand new corvette instead of a decent apartment so this is what we got because his buddy Robbin is nice enough to let us move in."

"There's not a couch. Or another bed. Where are you guys gonna sleep?" She asks, like np a concerned mother.

"He told us he'll crash on the floor and let us have the bed and he wouldn't let me or Nikki argue with him about it." I explain to her, deciding to keep unpacking while I wait for Nikki, cutting open another box of our things. "Where's Sparkles?" I ask her, getting joy from the unamused look on her face at the mispronunciation of his name.

"New Jersey. He had to go to a shoot." She tells me.

"Ah." I nod, setting my picture frames on the table.

"Speaking of shoots, I got a call last night and got some really great news." She starts, piquing my interest, and I look at her. "You are currently looking at 'Playmate of the Month: Miss December 1984'."

"Tansy, are you serious?!" I nearly drop my picture frame.

"I have my photos taken for it in the end of August." She adds, excitedly.

"Oh, my goodness, Tans." I pull her to me, hugging her tightly. "That's amazing."

"I'm kinda nervous about it." She tells me when I pull away and I furrow my brows. "Do you know how big a centerfold is? People are gonna be able to see every little detail, Viv."

"That's the point of a centerfold poster, Tansy. It's big enough to see clearly from anywhere in the room."

"I know but I'm not like a lot of the other women, ya know? I don't have perfect..." She motions her hands in the general direction of her breasts and between her legs.

"I've seen you naked up close and personal plenty of times. You are absolutely stunning. And if you're uncomfortable being naked you can tell them, 'no'."

"And be complicated and hard to work with, are you kidding me?!" She squeaks and I breathe out.

"You gotta speak up for yourself." I politely break it to her.

"Well, ya know, it's not that big of a deal, Viv." She brushes it off in a soft tone and I give her a pointed look.

"Tansy, you're more modest than I am." I state, crossing my arms.

"Well, modeling is different." She tries to convince me and I just shake my head a little.

"Okay. But just know your hands aren't tied, here. You've got to put your foot down if you're too uncomfortable with something."

"I am." She assures me. "But as of now, I'm not uncomfortable. Just nervous. And I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say." I reply, rolling my eyes as the lock in the door flips and the door opens to reveal Nikki and Robbin.

My dearly beloved is waving a pair of unfamiliar car-keys with a look on his face that mimics the satisfied look he gets when he cums.

"Hey, Tans, what're you doing here?" Nikki enthusiastically brightens up even more at the sight of her and she steps to him and is engulfed in a hug.

"I'm helping you guys move in." She replies as if it's obvious.

Robbin stays quiet until he's clearing his throat like an eager puppy, his eyes fixated on the blonde he towers an entire foot and three inches over.

"Oh, yeah. Tansy." He explains, motioning to her. "And Robbin." He tells her and hold back a chuckle at the way Robbin clumsily behaves towards her.

He goes to say, "hey", but the words are caught in his throat and he's just got this dopey smile on. His eyes might as well turn in to cartoon hearts because his expression is a dead give away that he's either about to cream his pants, about to fall in love with her, or about to fall to his knees and worship the ground she walks on.

Tansy had that affect on people.

I've always thought of her as a hybrid of Sharon Tate and Marilyn Monroe.

Beautiful, smart, funny, charmingly clumsy at times, while still managing to get exactly what she wanted, but also, an incredibly troubled individual.

She was riddled with daddy issues, beginning to develop drastic mommy issues, and was truthfully tired. But she wouldn't let anyone know she was tired.

No, out and about she was always glamorous, even if it took a few hours to get her to look it. By 1986, there was a system that had been perfected for her by her mother and management team, written down and given to Doc for when Tansy came on tour with us or visited L.A.:

1. Shower with expensive body washes to get rid of the smell of death lingering on her, and thick conditioner to get tangles out of rat-nested blonde hair

2. Apply heavy duty makeup over track marks and under eye circles, adding lots of warm toned foundation and rouge to make her skin appear healthy and glowing.

3. Comb leave in conditioner and de-tangler through her hair to ensure all naps are out of it, then style it however way is needed.

4. Pick out an outfit that covers most of her tracks, or pair a revealing outfit with big, sparkly earrings to draw attention away from them.

5. If she's wearing a skirt or shorts, she needs to wear thigh-high boots to really cover the marks on her feet and legs.

6. Finish off with expensive perfume for good measure.

Nikki thought it was weird how she could go from being in the closet with him, freebasing and shooting up, to looking completely healthy and sober in a matter of hours.

Tansy couldn't fool Nikki, not even a little bit, because they were living the same exact lie.

She once told me Nikki was the only one who'd really seen her, and she'd really seen him.

I didn't want to know what exactly it was that they saw in each other. I knew it would have broken my heart more than it already was at that time.

"It's nice to meet you." She tells Robbin, trying not to smile at the fact that he's got her hand in a strong grip and hasn't let up for twenty seconds.

"You too." He finally pulls himself out of hypnosis and lets go of her hand.

"Right, well, me and Viv got a double date with Vince and Beth, so..." Nikki cuts through the silence that falls over everyone.

"You're leaving us?" Robbin whispers to Nikki as Tansy tells me about something I can't quite hear her say because I'm not paying attention.

Nikki gives a shit-eating grin and nudges him.

"Yeah, man, use your time wisely." He replies in the same hushed tone.

"I'll kill you both." I threaten quietly, giving them a death look as Tansy finishes what she was saying.

"Viv, c'mon." Nikki insists, grasping my hand.

I grab my purse, reassuring Tansy I'll see her later if she's not here when we get home.

"We'll be back in a couple hours." He says as we step out.

"What the hell was that?" I ask him, hitting him a little and he rolls his eyes.

"It was a joke, Viv. Just chill out." He puts his arm around me. I cut my eyes but make myself relax nonetheless.

Just as we get downstairs, he's stopping me and putting his hands over my eyes.

"Nikki, I know what your corvette looks like. Black is a pretty common color scheme for you." I giggle, my fingers holding over his as he chuckles behind me and leads me out to the parking lot.

"I know, but..." He elongates the "But" for emphasis and stops us. "...do you know what your corvette looks like?"

He uncovers my eyes and I'm met with the sight of a brand new Black corvette, and a light-blue metallic corvette.

"The dude at the dealership digs our music so I got a 'buy one get one $5,000 off'." He explains and I don't know whether to hit him for spending money we really couldn't afford to spend, or say "screw dinner", take him upstairs, kick Tansy and Robbin out, and give him the best sex of his life for buying me a car.

Either way, I'm rendered speechless.

"Well?" He asks me, his hands rubbing up and down the sleeves of my arms, anxiously awaiting my answer.

I turn to face him, my hand pushing his bangs, that nearly cover his eyes, up so I can see them clearly.

I love you, I think in my mind, but my mouth speaks:

"You didn't have to do this for me." I tell him as guilt settles in my gut, knowing he blew a majority of the money he got from tour, and he takes my face between his hands, smushing it a little, before replying:

“Happy anniversary.”

I smile, and he leans down and presses his lips to mine for a second.

“Alright, I’m starving.” He says when he pulls away, putting his hand on my back to guide me to the passenger side of the car.

He opens my door for me and I’m tempted to ask who he is and what he’s done with Nikki Sixx, but decide to enjoy the out of character swoon-fishing.

It’s more Vince’s style.

We get to the out of budget restaurant that Vince has a table reserved at, and by the time we get inside, we see the blonde singer on his second glass of wine and Beth wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Don’t you look nice?” He asks me with a smirk as we get closer.

“You do, too.” I offer back.

“Got you a water and you a wine.” He tells us.

“Where’s MacBitch?” Nikki asks as we sit across the table from him and he rolls his eyes.

“She’s getting something out of the car.” He replies. “Happy Anniversary.” He adds.

“Thanks, dude.” Nikki smiles and the waiter sits the glass of white wine in front of him and a glass of water in front of me.

“Thank you.” I tell the waiter and he steps away for a moment.

“Yeah, I’m glad you guys are still goin’ strong.” Vince continues. “I hope you can last longer than me and Beth.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, taking my glass to take a sip of water.

“Oh, I’m telling her I want a divorce, tonight.” He casually explains and I nearly spit my water out.

“Woah.” Nikki laughs, obviously amused by this while I am horrified.

“Y-you want a divorce—how?! You haven’t even been married more than two years?” I whisper yell.

“The two year itch, Viv.” He defends himself.

“It’s seven. It’s the seven year itch, Vince, and after everything of your’s she’s put up with, you repay her with a divorce she doesn’t even see coming?”

“Hey, I thought long and hard about this and it’s what’s best for the both of us. I’m just bored and unhappy and she’s unhappy so it just makes sense.”

“Vince, this is our anniversary dinner.” I motion to Nikki. “If you announce your divorce to your wife at our anniversary dinner, so help me, God, I will kick your as—”

“Hey, baby.” Vince greets Beth as she steps to the table and she smiles.

“Sorry it took me so long, I couldn’t get my ring from between the seat and the console.” Beth explains in reference to her shining wedding ring. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it.”

Nikki looks at me and I look at him and we both look at Vince, who’s got a smug expression on.

By the time we order our food—Salmon for me, steak for Nikki—Nikki’s telling Vince about possible concept art for the cover of the new album.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘Entertainment Death’.” Nikki explains. “Ya know, kinda have a play on light and dark elements.”

“Right, right, because entertainment is fun and lively and death isn’t.” Vince pretends to have any idea what’s going on in Nikki’s mind.

The gears are always turning.

“Exactly, man. Good shit and bad shit.” Nikki replies. “I’m already on some new songs, though, so if you have any suggestions let me know and we’ll work something up.”

“Cool, man.” Vince nods.

We get our food and eat, hearing Beth go on and on about the new apartment they just got and how she can’t wait to have kids.

My heart breaks for her. I wish I could tell her what Vince does when she’s not around, but my loyalties are with Vince, Mick, Tommy, Nikki and Tansy, and even when they’re wrong, I won’t tell anybody.

I’ll just tell them they’re wrong in private.

Just as Vince wipes his mouth with his napkin, Beth emphasizes the need for a nursery as soon as possible—which causes my own anxiety because I have yet to tell Nikki I’m nine weeks pregnant—and Vince just nods and waits for her to hush so he can talk.

I nearly fall out of my seat when Vince and Beth simultaneously reveal:

“I’m pregnant.”

“I want a divorce.”

The look of absolute horror on the both of their faces is astonishing.

“I want another glass of wine.” Nikki blatantly spews out, feeling as burdened as I do at the fact that we have to witness this.

“A divorce?!” Beth exclaims. “I tell you I’m carrying your child and you tell me you want a fucking divorce?!”

“We’re gonna head out.” Nikki tells me and I couldn’t agree more.

Just as we’re standing, though, Beth darts her venom fueled eyes my way.

“This is your fault!” She accuses and I raise my brows in confusion.

“What?” I ask.

“Will you stop being so loud?” Vince asks her, seeing people staring at us.

“You and Tansy have never liked me and have always tried to turn him against me.” She throws at me.

“I’ve never once have mentioned a divorce to him, Beth.” I argue and she rolls her jaw.

“I’ve heard everything you’ve said about me, Vivian, don’t act innocent in this.” She hisses.

“Hey! Back the fuck off.” Nikki snaps at her as I put my purse back down.

“I sure as hell hope you’ve heard everything I’ve said about you because I said it to your face, and only to your face.” I shoot back. “However, If you need a refresher on why I don’t like you: you’re uppity, bitchy, accusatory, conclusion-jumping, money-wallowing, selfish, and the only thing you’re full of, more than diet supplements, is shit. I don’t have to talk to Vince into getting tired of you and leaving because you’re perfectly capable of running him off all by yourself!”

I don’t waste another minute of my time and grab my purse just as the manager is stepping towards us to ask us to leave, before stomping out.

Nikki pays our part of the bill and meets me at the car.

“You made her cry.” He tells me, grabbing the keys and I keep my arms crossed.

“I’ll care in a couple of hours when God convicts me and forces me to call and apologize. But as of now I could give a fuck.”

“I like you like this.” He admits, grinning as we get in to the car. “You’re more...” he tries to find the words to say.

“Rabid bitch?” I ask and he thinks about it and nods.

“Yeah, kinda. It’s hot when I’m not on the receiving end.” He shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Which I like Dirty Stripper Viv, too. Hey, since it’s our anniversary, can she make an appearance?”

“She made an appearance earlier today.” I remind him, remembering how I reacted waking up to him eating me for breakfast.

“And? I like her, she’s double-jointed and lets me put it anywhere.” He winks and I rub my lips together.

“I’m really not in the mood tonight, Nikki.” I say in an over exaggerated tone and he looks at me like I’m serious.

“But, it’s our anniversary!” He’s practically pleading and I smile a little and unbuckle, leaning closer to him.

The tip of my nose brushes against his jaw as my lips ghost across his skin, my hand resting high on his thigh, causing his hands to grip the wheel until his knuckles are white.

But it’s a tease, and I’m going back to my seat within a moment, buckling back up and he glares at me.

“Just wait ‘till we get home.” He tells me and I giggle, taking a deep breath.

Once we get back to the apartment complex, he parks the car and the both of us get out.

Just as I shut the door, he’s throwing me over his shoulder, and I laugh the entire walk up the stairs to our door.

He unlocks the door and sets me down, shutting the door behind him before pushing me against it, locking his lips with mine.

His tongue collides with mine and I let out a low moan at the feeling of his hands grabbing aggressively at my hips, about to pull the fabric of my dress over my head.

“Ahh!” A sex fueled squeal flutters through the air, but it’s not coming from me.

We pull away from each other in confusion, getting quiet.

“Was that...?”

“Oh, fuck me!” Tansy cries out and I furrow my brows, now hearing skin slapping together.

“I thought she said Sparkie wasn’t here?” I ask him in a whisper and he looks at me like he hates to break something to me.

“Babe, I don’t think that’s Sparkie.” He tells me and I remember Robbin.

“Oh, hell, Tansy. No, no, no.” I say to myself, rubbing my forehead.

“At least someone’s gettin’ laid.” Nikki mumbles, quickly realizing he probably won’t be tonight after this.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #colson baker #daniel webber #douglas booth #the dirt #the dirt movie #gateway drug

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☕️ + if you feel comfortable doing so, I would be interested in hearing about your experiences with depression. Where you are now with it, what has been most helpful so far in terms of treatment, what popular culture gets wrong or right about it, favorite touchstone quotes. Whatever is on your mind about it really.

sure! i’m gonna put it under the cut since it’s a bit long and also to avoid triggering people.

it’s been a lifelong problem for me. my entire life i’ve had naturally low self-esteem, severe social anxiety (started therapy for that when i was 6), body dysmorphia, abuse and bullying problems, etc. but i was officially diagnosed with clinical depression when i was 16, the reason being that my parents were annoyed about my slipping grades and mood swings, but pretty much chalked it up to me having a bad attitude until i finally let it slip in a scream-fight with my mom that i’d been cutting for quite a while and was suicidal. since then i’ve had a number of different therapists, psychiatrists, medications, and a lot of highs and lows. i’ve also been hospitalized a good few times and been to a ton of partial hospital programs.

a depressive episode for me usually starts with feeling numb, dissociated, and very very tired. sometimes, that’s all it is for a few days and i bounce back. but if it’s a real episode, then it goes further. the self-loathing becomes unbearable, i completely withdraw from my friends and family. i can’t concentrate to save my life and nothing feels real. i sleep all the time, my stomach hurts, and i have headaches. i forget to eat and drink water and shower and brush my teeth, i stay in the same clothes and my hair turns into an absolute birdsnest. and of course, that stuff all just makes me feel even more awful about myself, it’s a vicious cycle.

i used to self-medicate with alcohol a lot. i’d drink literally anything to numb myself - not just real alcoholic beverages but cough syrup, hairspray, mouthwash, cooking extracts, hand sanitizer, perfume, rubbing alcohol, etc. i’ve been getting help for that since september of last year and on august 10th i’ll have 6 months of sobriety. alcoholism is sort of a separate problem but sort of not; it’s its own disease but also a symptom of depression. the worst times of my life have been when i’ve taken myself off my prescribed medications, gone into withdrawal, stopped going to therapy, and drank all day every day.

i’ve had a couple Big Breakdowns in my life. the most recent was probably summer 2018, i fucked literally everything up and i’ve been clawing my way back ever since. things are definitely a lot better now. i live with my parents, i go to therapy every week, i see my psychiatrist once a month, and go to online AA meetings every day (before the pandemic i was going to in person meetings but this is working ok for now). i take my medications, which right now are prozac, wellbutrin, lamictal, and naltrexone. in the past i’ve also been on zoloft, effexor, abilify, and probably a bunch of others i’m not thinking of. eventually i’d like to be on a lot less medication. in the past i’ve been able to stay on low doses for long periods of time, but this is what’s keeping me stable for now. i’m not exactly where i want to be in life, but i’m working on it the more my mental health improves - and it has improved drastically since 2 years ago. not consistently; i’ve definitely had slips. but it’s overall a lot better.

i think the main things i’ve seen a lack of in pop culture are just how disgusting and non-functional depression can be, and how unforgiving the “real world” can be about it. failing classes, losing jobs, losing friends you thought you’d have forever, losing the respect of people you look up to, stuff like that. i’ve also yet to see much addiction or self-harm that isn’t glamorized in some way.

this is all i can think of for now? sorry it got a little rambly, i tried to be as thorough as i could lmao. i’m not a big quote person, i usually find them corny and not very helpful. but, “if you’re going through hell, keep going” (winston churchill) i think is a good, simple one that’s stuck with me for a long time. so, yeah.....i think that’s it <3

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Late Night Surprise

A/N: I began writing this in August 2017 and I just finished it?? wildt.. I tend to forget about my works a lot lololol. .. I feel like this piece is a bit hard to follow and is kinda bad overall hhs sorry :c I tried my best to fix it but I’m not sure how good of a job I did. Hopefully it’s alright and you enjoy it~

Pairing: Jongho x fem reader

Genre: fluff, high school au

Words: roughly 2.2k

Warnings: none, just some cussing.

*Tuesday, April 14, 2019. 11:33:37 PM*

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you read the date and time on the top right corner of your laptop screen.

You have a Spanish essay due in two days over a book you were assigned to read throughout the month of October, and you've been procrastinating your work. The book was an easy read and didn’t take you too long to finish, and the essay question wasn’t particularly hard, yet you still put it off until the last minute. You’ve just been so stressed lately by other school work, extra-curriculars, scholarship applications, etc., that this essay was the last thing you wanted to worry about.

You are so close to being done, having left to only revise your essay and make sure it’s absolutely perfect. You can’t turn in garbage; your teachers’ expectations for you are set high—an obvious result of you being in the top 10% of your school. To add onto that, you’re a senior, so you have to make your last year in high school the best in all terms.

But your head throbs. You’ve been working non-stop on this damn essay since yesterday, and you need to take a break before you lose all sense of reality. Saving the file and then closing your laptop, you stand up from your chair and throw yourself onto your bed. It’s just then when you hear something lightly hit your window, but you don’t really think much of it. A few seconds later, you hear another something hit your window. Weird.

You turn to your side, facing the wall where your window lay, and just stare out of it.

*Pab*

Huh? W-was that a..? Did a pebble just hit your window?

*Pab*

And there was another one??

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you get up and walk towards your window, going to inspect just what might be disturbing your very much needed peace.

You proceed to open the window and are met with the crisp night air and a slight breeze which brushes against your skin. You look out, and then down, but there’s nothing strange to catch your attention.

“Pshhhhh.. Y/N~”, you hear a voice whisper out to you from your right, and your head jerks right towards it, eyes landing upon… Jongho?

“Jongho!!??”, you shout in a whisper, eyes wide in surprise and your heart skipping a beat. Are your eyes playing tricks on you? Have you finally lost your mind thanks to that damn essay?

He shoots you a sheepish smile, “Could you let me in? I’m kinda struggling here..”—and that’s when you realize he is crouched onto the branch of your tree.

Your heart beats just a little bit faster as you move away from the window to give your boyfriend access, but mostly due to him hanging onto your tree the way he currently is. You know he’s strong, but things could still go so wrong, so fast.

As Jongho carefully crawls through your window, you quickly stretch your hand out towards him, and he takes a hold of it for extra support. Once he’s safe inside your bedroom, he proceeds to take off his shoes while still holding your hand.

“Hi baby~”, he croons, bringing your hand up to his lips and pecks the back of it. This guy…..

“Jongho, what the fuck—“

“Hey, watch your language. Your parents are downstairs sleeping, you’re gonna wake them up!” he warns you, and you shoot him an incredulous look.

“Me? I’m going to wake them up?”, you scoff at him, “Jongho, you can’t just show up to my house without any previous notice. Do you know what time it is!? Why aren’t you sleeping?” you ramble, a bit shaken up by the fact that your boyfriend was actually here right now.

Jongho looks at the ground while biting his cheek to keep from laughing, but a chuckle escapes, causing you to frown.

He can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you get flustered and scold him for the silly things he does.

He then looks up and pulls you towards him, letting go of your hand and opting to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly. He rests his chin on top of your head, and muffles “I just missed you, is all”, into your hair, and then kisses the top of it. Now this made you melt, and you were sure that your heart forgot to beat for a couple seconds.

“I missed you too”, you reply with a small smile on your lips as you leave a chaste kiss on his jawline.

Last week had been hectic for you, spending your free periods at tutorials which your teachers offered, and lunch in the library working on upcoming assignments. After school was much the same, as you would drive straight home as soon as the release bell rang to lock yourself away in your room, studying into oblivion. You barely got to spend time with Jongho, as the moments you saw him in the hallway or lunchtime were short and rushed. So it was fair to say you missed him, because you did. You really, really, missed him.

And so did he; he missed the scent of your sweet, delicate floral perfume which makes him feel as if flowers are blooming in his lungs every time he hugs you. He missed your voice and bright laugh, which has his heart burst whenever he hears it. He missed your long, soft hair, and how it feels between his fingers whenever he runs his hands through it. He missed your pretty, pink lips, which somehow always taste like strawberries and have him want to have his against yours forever.

He missed you—everything about you—and he couldn’t spend another week—hell, second—without seeing you. Even if it were for 10 minutes, he had to see you. Properly.

You two stand there in each other's arm for what feels like 2 seconds, when in reality has probably been 5 minutes, taking each other in, before you hear footsteps up the stairs. Shit.

“Jongho, fuck, ah—oh my gosh, get in my closet! I think my parents are coming upstairs, oh shit“, you blurt out in a whisper, so fast that Jongho was slightly impressed. Grabbing his hand you pull him towards your (much too small) closet and push him in.

“Hey, no noise. Understood??”, you command him, before closing the door.

Jongho hums, signaling that he understood you, and you rush to sit at your desk and open a textbook, pretending to be studying. There are two knocks on your door before it opens, and there stands your father.

“Y/N?”

“Hey dad”, you smile sweetly at him, “I thought you were sleeping”, you say.

“No, but I am going to bed now. Just wanted to check up on you first.”

“Oh ok”, you reply, hearing your heartbeat in your ears.

"What are you working on?”, he questions you, looking over to the book in your hands.

“Oh, you know…just some last minute studying,” you nonchalantly answer, and he hums, acknowledging your answer.

What’s he doing?, you think to yourself, is he stalling?

Your father then walks towards your bed and sits on the edge of it, facing your closet. Shit..

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”, your father asks you.

“Hm?” you hum quickly, taken by surprise.

She’s caught off guard, Jongho thinks to himself; He instantly knew by the way you answered your father, and by the slight quiver in your voice.

He can only imagine how you look, eyes wide and probably playing with your necklace, the one he gifted you for your one year anniversary, which you never took off. Every time you got nervous you would play with the music note charm, a reminder of him, and Jongho guesses that you are nervous right now. He can just tell.

“O-oh, nothing, I just realized how late it is now.” you respond immediately, recollecting yourself from being caught off guard by your father’s question, and you eye the clock on your bed stand.

“Oh, what a lie,” Jongho thinks to himself, and a small smirk forms on his lips.

He knows why you are nervous; you’re uneasy because he is in your room, late at night, and your parents don’t know—you don’t want them to find out, especially your father. Just imagine what a messy situation that would be! Your father would think all the wrong things, and you would probably be grounded for life and prohibited from seeing Jongho ever again. You really don’t want to risk that.

“I should go to sleep,” you mutter, letting out a fake yawn, and right when you say that is when Jongho somehow realizes that your father is sitting across from where he is hiding.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jongho’s mind is running wild, and he’s thinking of all the possible scenarios.

Please leave…please please please, he repeats to himself, becoming stiff as adrenaline pumps through his veins.

Your father stands up and hums, and Jongho hears this.

Is he facing me?? Shit, is he going to open the closet? Fuck, oh god, help me,

Jongho's heart races and he’s almost positive that your father can hear it. God, his heart is about to jump out of his chest by how hard it’s beating. It could probably be heard miles away.

“You should”, replies your father, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Dad,” you respond, and Jongho hears your door close, signaling your father’s disappearance. Finally.

After your father left, you wait for five minutes to pass, just to make sure that he won’t disturb you once again.

You sigh in relief and stand from your chair, walking towards your closet. You then open it and find before you a very flustered Jongho, who stands up immediately upon seeing you and dramatically falls into your arms, knocking you over.

A small squeal escapes your lips as you topple over onto your bed and Jongho follows, landing on top of you. It’s not your fault your boyfriend is 10x your size.

Your faces are centimeters apart and your dumbass boyfriend leans in to peck your lips.

“You are such an idiot, Jongho!” you exclaim, which causes him to burst out laughing, his face scrunching up in pure entertainment.

“No, no, I’m not playing around”, you say, biting your lip in an attempt to keep a straight face. Why is it that every time this boy smiles or laughs you can’t help but do so too? His smile was making you feel warm and your heart dance, and god, you hated that right now because you just want to scold him for doing something so immature and—

Jongho leans in again and captures your lips with his, having all your thoughts halt.

Your chest feels on fire, and your eyes flutter closed. You appreciate the feeling of Jongho’s plush, soft lips against your own and relax underneath him, taking it all in. How could you have nearly forgotten how wonderful it feels to kiss this amazing boy before you???

Your lips mold perfectly together, and move against each other’s so exquisitely it’s mouth-watering. Jongho brings his hand to gently hold your chin and begins to take control, moving his lips just slightly faster and pressing against yours harder now, letting you feel how much he missed you through his kiss. You separate from him and hold his cheek softly, and he leans into it, looking down at you.

“I really, really, missed you...” you mumble, admiring the small twinkle garnishing his eyes, “you know you have really pretty eyes?” you ask him.

He lets out a short scoff, smiling goofily at you,

“Oh do I?” he teases, and you hum in response.

You pull his face down towards yours and hover your lips over his left eye, and he flutters it closed. You press a gentle kiss against his eyelid, and then do the same to his right.

“Very pretty..” you trail off, “looks like you got lil stars in em” you smile softly at him, and Jongho feels his cheeks heat up.

“They light up only when I see you.. they’re lit up by the fire that ignites in my chest whenever I’m with you,” he replies back, smirking down at you, and now it’s your turn to blush.

“Stop being so poetic,” you smile shyly, kissing his cheek.

He smiles sheepishly at you, “you are my muse~” he says, and you laugh out, a sudden shyness coming over you.

“Com’ere” you say, and wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him towards you to lie down with you.

Jongho lies on his back and you roll over, resting your head on his chest and tangling your legs with his. He gently strokes his fingertips through your hair and you close your eyes, finally feeling at peace.

“Can we stay a bit like this?” you ask him, hoping he won’t leave you now.

“I wouldn’t want anything else,” he replies, and you two just lie there in each other's arms, finally after what felt like years of being apart.

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Coachella’s 2019 Lineup Is An Expertly Crafted Vision Of Where Music Is, And Where It’s Going

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We’re only three days into 2019 and already one of music’s biggest annual talking points has arrived. Go on social media and you’ll see countless takes about how Coachella’s 2019 is its worst ever or its best, with even a few rare evenhanded approaches that paint the latest docket as neither inherently good nor evil. The reality is that your opinion of the Coachella lineup largely depends on your opinion on the state of music in 2019. As is its power and prerogative, Coachella holds up a giant mirror to the cultural zeitgeist every year, reflecting the trends and interests back. If you don’t like what you see, it isn’t the fault of Coachella, it’s more that the music trends of the time aren’t resonating with you.

Few, if any, other festivals can do this because few have Coachella’s reach and vision. Sure, virtually any festival would love to book Lady Gaga following the Super Bowl or LCD Soundsystem’s first large-scale reunion shows or a Beyonce set that felt like it stopped the world from spinning for a couple hours. But no one else can do this, in major part because of the cultural cachet that the festival was worked so hard to build. This year will be the 20th Coachella and no other music event in the world matters in quite the same way. You don’t get there by trying to please everyone, you get there by constantly pushing forward and evolving as unapologetically as the music world at large does.

So while this list of artists that will descend on the gorgeous Southern California desert in April might just look like a list of names, we can break down what it means for the state of music as a whole, starting with a pop star who owned last year thanks to her artistry, her savviness, and a narrative that showed her to be one of the bravest and most resilient public figures to emerge in ages.

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— Coachella (@coachella) January 3, 2019

Ariana Grande

Feel like Ariana Grande could be in play after the critical love she is getting for this record.

— Philip Cosores (@Philip_Cosores) August 20, 2018

There’s no question that Ariana Grande owned 2018, and there is little inclination that she is going to slow down for 2019 thanks to an expected new album, Thank U, Next. But while songs like “No Tears Left To Cry” and the title track for her upcoming record became some of the biggest of her career (enough so that she actually gave the former song a huge live debut at Coachella last year), it felt like the booking that would make the most sense for Coachella couldn’t happen due to Grande’s gnarly tour schedule. But Grande is not going to let her moment pass her up and will complete a travel schedule that is generally unheard of for an artist of her caliber: Friday and Saturday performances in Indianapolis and St. Louis respectively, with Coachella on Sunday and then back to St. Paul for her arena tour again on Monday. For week two, it gets a little easier with her Coachella set sandwiched between stops in Denver and Salt Lake City on the days before and after. With Grande now the youngest ever Coachella headliner, she’s also showing that she might be the hardest working, too, a trait that also applies to Coachella’s second-biggest headliner.

Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino was an easy headliner to predict almost a year out. He scored the biggest musical hit of his career in 2018 with “This Is America,” was nominated for a ton of Emmys for Atlanta, starred in a Star Wars movie, and made a music video that is already an all-timer. For a festival that has long loved (and catered to) the celebrity class of southern California, getting a legitimate Hollywood star to close out a night is a no-brainer. Coupling Donald Glover with Janelle Monae on Friday, another musician/actor that represents something bigger than just a recording output, gives the festival a star quality that it has rarely seen previously.

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No Kanye?

By all reports, Tame Impala seems to be the last headliner added thanks to negotiations breaking down late in the game with Kanye West. But even without Kanye on the lineup, his presence is majorly felt. Why else would Kid Cudi be so high up on the Saturday bill? And with other slots by known Kanye associates like Pusha T and 070 Shake, the stage was set for both an epic West headlining set and possible Kanye guest appearances throughout the weekend. That’s not saying this is off the table. Kanye loves showing up unannounced (and has previously done so at Coachella on numerous occasions with the likes of Jack U and The Weeknd), so we can’t count out a MAGA hat appearance just yet. But this ultimately feels like a gift to anyone that’s a little sick of Kanye’s political ramblings, as well as to rock fans who didn’t have a headliner in their preferred genre in 2018.

And let’s not discount the presence that Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker has had across genres of late, working with the likes of Travis Scott, ASAP Rocky, Zhu, and Lady Gaga. Who knows what the band has in store for 2019, but the possibilities have never felt more open. Still, this does ultimately feel like a lost opportunity for Kanye to do something special and get himself out of the doghouse in many fan’s eyes.

International Acts

Coachella has always acknowledged that it is more than just an LA festival or an American festival, and has booked accordingly throughout its run. If you walk around the polo fields, you’ll find fans traveling in from the far corners of the world just to take in the spectacle, and more and more, the sounds of non-English artists are resonating domestically. This previously manifested in acts from Mexico to serve its Spanish speaking audience and the occasional act from much farther away, like X Japan or Mbongwana Star. But because non-English language music has found its way more and more into American pop music’s consciousness, this year’s Coachella finds artists representing the worlds of Latin trap and K-pop and J-pop and reggaeton, and not just in the tiny font. Bad Bunny, J Balvin, and Blackpink all pop up on the second line and are already proving to be some of the most anticipated artists on the bill, with other acts like Hyukoh, Perfume, Rosalia, and Los Tucanes de Tijuana showing up further down the lineup. Every festival features artists from around the world, but Coachella is actively curating a festival that incorporates a global sound as diverse as the musical tastes of the general population. This really feels like a tipping point in the best possible ways.

The Music From 2019 We’re Excited To Hear

One of the most exciting aspects of festival lineup announcements is the glimpse it gives as to what is to come for the year. With Coachella, that includes someone like Solange, who has already hinted at new music to come and seems primed to make that a reality (and, it should be noted, guested with sister Beyonce last year and has previously had Beyonce guest with her at Coachella). Of course, Tame Impala falls into this category too, if mostly because the band has already played Coachella in support of their most recent album, 2015’s Currents. And in addition to already announced new music from artists like Maggie Rogers, Gesaffelstein, and The 1975, we now know to expect likely new tunes from Beach Fossils, Kaytranada, Four Tet, and others. And of course there is the possibility that headliner Childish Gambino has a record to offer before April.

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The Best Music Of 2018

This is an argument I make every year, but I’m going to make it again. When you think of the ideal music festival, wouldn’t it be filled with the very best music that has been created in the last year. Like, isn’t that the hope? And like it does every year, Coachella is filled with just that. Kacey Musgraves, Janelle Monae, The 1975, Soccer Mommy, Ariana Grande, Jon Hopkins, and Pusha T all placed highly on our best albums of the year, while Childish Gambino, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Juice WRLD, Sheck Wes, Ella Mai, Anderson Paak, Zedd, and Chvrches all found their way onto our best songs list. In our genre categories, we featured Playboi Carti, YG, King Princess, Kero Kero Bonito, Smino, Christine And The Queens, Sophie, Turnstile, Hop Along, Blood Orange, Let’s Eat Grandma, and U.S. Girls. And both Rico Nasty and Maggie Rogers were named on our best concerts list. In all, it’s hard to figure how a lineup could better represent the best of what music has to offer in exactly this moment.

And Not To Mention…

And even with all these shout-outs, it feels like Coachella does not run out of talking points. How about a DJ set from Stringer Bell himself, Idris Elba? Or great local artists like Steady Holiday, The Garden, and Ty Segall & White Fence? What about finding out whetherGucci Gang, the collaboration between Gucci Mane, Lil Pump, and Smokepurpp, ends up being any good? Or whether the festival’s resident old dudes, Weezer and Aphex Twin, can attract the young kids? Rising stars like Khalid, Billie Eilish, Tierra Whack, and H.E.R. will have coming out parties in the desert, while buzzy underground artists like Yves Tumor and Khurangbin will have the chance to see if they can make sense in a more pop-oriented environment. In all, this is what music is in 2019, and whether or not that resonates with you depends on how you view the state of music as a whole. Popular music in 2019 is younger, more diverse, possibly not even in English, and cares little about the traditional gatekeepers that decided what was cool. And that’s what Coachella is now, too. It’s not about what Coachella was, it’s about what Coachella will continue to be.

source https://uproxx.com/music/coachella-2019-lineup-reaction/

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Task #1

THE BASICS:

What is your character’s full name?:

Theresa Renee Raven

The name “Theresa” is a feminine named used by the English, German, Swedish, Norwegian, and Danish.History: From the Spanish and Portuguese name Teresa. It was first recorded as Therasia, being borne by the Spanish wife of Saint Paulinus of Nola in the 4th century. The meaning is uncertain, but it could be derived from Greek θερος (theros) “summer”, from Greek θεριζω (therizo) “to harvest”, or from the name of the Greek island of Therasia (the western island of Santorini).The name was mainly confined to Spain and Portugal during the Middle Ages. After the 16th century it was spread to other parts of the Christian world, due to the fame of the Spanish nun and reformer Saint Teresa of Ávila. Another famous bearer was the Austrian Habsburg queen Maria Theresa (1717-1780), who inherited the domains of her father, the Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI, beginning the War of the Austrian Succession. {source: http://www.behindthename.com/name/theresa }

Does your characters have any nicknames?:

Reese

Theresa is often called “Reese” which she does not mind, and actually prefers.

What is the title or label you can describe your character with?:

A mixture of:

The Caregiver

The Creator

The Jester

{Source: http://www.soulcraft.co/essays/the_12_common_archetypes.html }

Age:

Birth date:

August 9, 1986

Nationality:

Theresa is not a London Native.

She was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA.

Origin:

Theresa’s father was born in Houston, Texas, USA. His nationality is German.

Theresa’s mother was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. She’s a mix of: English, Irish, Italian, and a hint of Cherokee Indian.

Gender:

Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

In a relationship with Charles “Chip” Holmes as of May 2017.

Religion:

Christian (Non denominational) Her father was Methodist, and her mother Catholic, but neither of them forced religion in the household. Growing up, Reese was encouraged to go to church and find God. She went to a non-denominational church, and considers herself to be a Christian, though she doesn’t believe that you have to be a church-goer to be close to God.

Occupation:

Owner/Operator of Behind the Mask Community Theatre

This was nor her first choice.

She knew she had always wanted a career in performing arts, but needed something to fall back on, so she double majored and completed degrees in both Theater Arts and Business.

In the states, she was an Administrative Professional, and would often get told that she was downsizing her talents and should look into bigger and better things than sitting behind a desk day in and day out at a job she wasn’t too thrilled about. After a lot of soul searching and a family trip to London, she fell upon a run down building that was up for sale, and instantly had a vision for what she wanted to turn it into. Throwing every ounce of faith she had into it, she created the theatre, dedicated it to her father whom encouraged her to perform in order to find her own voice, and hopes that it can be a safe haven for the community to express themselves through the performing arts.

PHYSICAL TRAITS:

Eye color:

Blue

Hair color:

Reese is a natural brunette, but from time to time, she’ll go to the salon and get highlights in her hair, or have it professionally lightened.

Height:

5 ft 2 in or 157 cm

Body build:

Slender

Notable physical traits:

Less than average women’s height

Left-handed

Skin color:

Depends on the time of year.

Summer/Spring: Tanned

Fall/Winter: Pale

Facial Hair:

Blood type:

Clothing size:

Small

Shoe size:

Seven

HEALTH AND IMAGE:

Diet:

Theresa will just about eat anything you put in front of her, and it’s very rare that she turns down an offer for food.

Fitness:

Theresa tries to work out as much as she can.

Currently she is on a plan where she does strength training Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and cardio on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

She loves lifting weights and using weight machines, but despises traditional cardio and will often use the term “cardio is hardio.”

Handicaps:

No known handicaps

Allergies:

Seasonal

Pollen

Dust

Illnesses:

No known illnesses

Disorders:

No known disorders/addictions

Broken bones:

Broke her wrist in three places when she was nine years old as a result of falling off of her bike when her brakes gave out.

Broke her pinky finger on her right hand after falling off a raft while water tubing.

Piercings:

Ears

Tattoos:

None. But she has thought about getting some.

Scars:

No major scars. She is accident prone though so she may get small scars from time to time, that will heal quickly and disappear.

Favorite Perfume / Cologne:

She doesn’t have a favorite perfume or cologne, but she does wash her hair with strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner, and along with applying deodorant, she also sprays her body with vanilla body spray after her showers

CHARACTER:

Skills:

Theresa is somewhat a jack of all trades as far as skills goes. She loves to learn new things and still strives to learn something new to this day. Throughout life she has learned the following:

Singing

Dancing

Piano

Drums

Acting/Drama/Musical Theater

Web Design/Coding

Body flexibility

Just to name a few!

Quirks:

Affectionate

Tries to find the silver lining in every situation.

Tries to save the world and give advice for all of her friend’s problems.

Speaks in lyrics

Uses sarcastic humor any chance she can get - especially in awkward situations

Bounces her leg when she’s nervous and sitting.

Rambles and doesn’t have much of a filter when she speaks

Not afraid to use foul language.

Yelling at inanimate objects

Hates when people whistle in an otherwise quiet room

Turns on closed captioning/subtitles when watching television/movies

Typing aggressively when she’s pissed off, even though the offender can’t see it.

Not knowing what to do while people sing “Happy Birthday” to her.

Not being able to sleep without the tv or radio on.

Hobbies:

Researching

Learning

Writing

Singing

Dancing

Listening to music

Watching TV/Movies

Painting

Web Design

Photography

Scrapbooking

Eating

Shopping

Traveling

Being sarcastic

Habits:

Overthinking/Over-analyzing

Speaking in lyrics

Sarcasm

Swearing

Always wanting to be there for those she loves most whether they are family, friends, or friends who have turned family

Daydreams

Guilty pleasures:

Country Music

Sleeping in the nude

Taking long showers/soaks in the bath

Reality TV

Sleeping In

Dancing/Singing like no one is watching

McDonald’s McNuggets and McRibs

KFC Gravy

Pet peeves:

Unnecessary rudeness

People with an inflated sense of their own importance.

When someone comes into a room, but forgets to shut the door

When someone comes into a room, turns on a light, then leaves without turning it off

Whistling

Loud chewing

Late people (unless they have a valid reason)

When others don’t cover their nose/mouth when they sneeze/cough

When people walk too slowly or just suddenly stop in front of her

When people drive too slowly

When people don’t use their turn signals when driving

When people don’t say “thank you”

Being interrupted or talked over when speaking

When someone goes to tell her something then says “Never mind”

When Taco Bell drive-thru asks if she wants any sauce, she confirms that she does, but winds up getting no sauce.

MISCELLANEOUS (SHOULD BE WRITTEN IN CHARACTER):

Favorite genre of music:

This is such a tough question to answer, because I will literally listen to anything. I have favorite country songs, rap songs, even horror-core songs. But if I had to pick a specific genre, it’d probably be a toss up between Rock or what is known as “emo”. OH! and show tunes! Can’t forget about those!

Favorite dish:

Again this is a tough one, because I love food so much. But if I had to choose one thing to eat for the rest of my life, I’d probably go with pizza since I can change up the different types of pizza and have a variety.

Favorite animal:

Seahorses and Sea turtles

A superpower your character wants to have:

Shape-shifting

If they made a movie about your character’s life, what would the title be?:

“How is a Raven like a Writing Desk?”

Food or sex:

Why not both?

Their life’s theme song:

Childhood: Frankie J - “Daddy’s Little Girl”

Overall: Faith Hill - “Wild One”

Favorite day of the week and why?:

Saturday, because it’s the motha-fuckin’ weekend, gonna have me some fun!

What came first, the chicken or the egg?:

The chicken…because of Noah’s arc, who laid more eggs, to give us more chickens?

Do you prefer hot or cold weather and why?:

Hot. I hate when the air hurts my face.

Describe your first crush:

He was a shy, dorky theater geek, like me who had a voice that everyone envied. He was taller than me (who isn’t), and had dark hair, blue eyes, and thick Drew Carey like glasses. He would often be cast as the star in all of our high-school productions. Although he had many talents, he was the nicest guy you could ever encounter. It helped that I had a crush on him when we were in productions together, because the chemistry didn’t need to be faked out, but nothing became of that crush because my dad told me that I couldn’t date until “after I was married.” His name was William.

Your house is on fire. What are the first three things you grab?:

Phone, purse, and military flag from my father’s death

#lcallingtask #lc.reese.#//Sorry if this is blurry. On my photo editor it looks fine. On Tumblr it looks grainy. I can't win

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