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vieuxnoyesrp · 6 years

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Magic hums throughout the city with all the incandescent beauty of a winter's snow and all the devastating potential of a nuclear bomb. The dead have come to claim what's theirs. New Orleans is a city on the brink, and when daylight comes, you may be surprised to see how few are left standing.

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Jennifer Blake's powers seem to have gone to her head, literally, and she has wasted precious time gloating when she should have been finishing the ritual she had come for. Allison Argent, Cora Hale, and Lydia Martin are a bit worse for wear, but still alive, and luckily for them, their team of rescuers is hot on their trail. Derek Hale arrives first, and throws everything he has at the witch who would put his family in chains once more. It's a battle for the ages, and as he distracts Jennifer, the girls frantically try to escape their bindings. Lydia Martin has a vision the moment he enters the room, and begins to thrash, though she cannot speak with the duct tape over her mouth. Malia Tate and Tyler Lockwood find them shortly after and help the girls to freedom, but not before Jennifer exacts lethal revenge for the interruption. Derek is killed in the battle, and it is enough of a sacrifice to count for Jennifer's plans. Martyr, traitor, one is as good as the next. But the power she absorbs is too much for even her to handle, and the personalities inside her begin to dramatically destabilize.

Unable to console Cora, or get her to leave her brother's body, Tyler calls Hayley Marshall, who was already on her way to the scene, having felt something ripple inside her the moment Derek was killed. It's only with support from Malia and Tyler that the two women eventually find the strength to leave.

Allison has helped Lydia to get upright, and down to the street, where Stiles Stilinski finds them. Lydia has another vision before losing consciousness, and she and Allison are both rushed to the hospital.

After an alarming vision that he simply can't believe, Alaric Saltzman makes his way to the Lalaurie Mansion as well, stumbling in as it spits out all its victims. He finds Jennifer inside, raving mad, and losing control of her magic. Luckily for him, he came prepared. While helping Camille O’Connell pack for her departure from the city that brought her so much pain, he came across a box marked as belonging to her late twin brother. The instant he touched it, he knew the box carried more than nostalgic mementos. Unable to help himself, Alaric took the pair of powerful shackles he found nestled among dusty sweaters and knick-knacks. He knew exactly what they were. Back in the present, they’ve come in handy much too soon, as he confronts the witch responsible for the murders, the same one who spent the last few months warming his bed. He manages to apprehend Jennifer, voiding her magic with the shackles and ultimately ushering her towards the Mansion’s exit. He looks away for barely a second to get his car open for one psychotic witch, when suddenly she’s gone, leaving only the shackles in her wake. Unbeknownst to Alaric, it’s her most-hated sister, Mary Sibley, that she has to thank for the timely delivery - and Jennifer hates it.

Jennifer isn’t the only wayward sister Mary has had the onerous chore of dealing with tonight. She’s also managed to successfully co-opt Freya Mikaelson's attempt to contact her missing brothers. The spell has found Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus Mikaelson instead, knocking them unconscious into their individual dreamscapes. Each sibling stands at a separate metaphorical proximity to the spell: On one end, the spell caster - the forgotten sister, Freya. At the other, the two brothers the spell couldn’t quite reach. As a result, each sibling finds themselves with a different conversational partner. Elijah comes face-to-face with a woman he hasn't seen in a millennium: his mother, Esther, the one closest to Finn. She warns him of what will happen if Davina is not sacrificed, and how it will spell the end of the Mikaelson family forever. Klaus finds himself caught between both ends, back at the beginning of it all; in the woods with his little brother, Henrik. The young boy speaks about the dangers of making promises to children who trust him to keep his word, but soon learn better. Rebekah, however, stands at the opposite side of the spectrum, perhaps from a thousand years of loneliness. She meets someone she's never met before; Freya has succeeded in contacting one sibling directly, but it's not any of her brothers.

As the Mikaelsons lay unconscious in the cemetery, Davina Claire approaches Marcel Gerard with the truth she's been hiding all this time: she knows she won’t survive this, and he needs to let her go. Marcel refuses to believe that's true and tries to convince her otherwise, but he is running out of time. Sophie Deveraux finds them then, followed by Frederick Egrid and Isaac Lahey, as well as Damon Salvatore, carrying an unconscious Mercy Lewis. Sophie is not taking any chances this time. Isaac's throat is slit first, as it should've been so many months ago, followed by Mercy and last of all, Davina. But for all her conviction, Sophie is once again left as the one who’s gambled and lost the most by the time the ritual is complete, because it results in... Nothing. Rather than strengthen New Orleans’ connection to the ancestors and revive all six of the Harvest Children - including her niece, Monique - the last of the city’s magic flickers out like a candle in the night.

Damon doesn’t give a damn, however. What he cares about is finding Stefan. But when he does, gagged and bound with vervain chains in a mausoleum, he finds his brother weakened and raving about a vision from The Beyond. Stefan Salvatore has had a bone-chilling encounter with his deceased best friend, Lexi Branson, who has taxed him with one very simple mission — purge the Crescent City of its Salem influence, and she will be able to return. Damon is as suspicious as Stefan is determined; after-all, what does a dead vampire care about a foreign witch coven impinging on New Orleans?... Unless it isn’t Lexi, unless it isn’t Lexi at all.

Quentin Herrera arrives too late to save Isaac, but just in time to catch Egrid as he leaves the cemetery in defeat, unfortunately for the ambitious witch. A few meters below the streets of New Orleans, Christopher Argent has managed to free his sister, Kate Argent, but they’ve yet to escape Marcel’s garden. What should’ve been an quick in-and-out rescue mission becomes something else entirely. One Argent will make it to the surface, but which one will it be? The fate of New Orleans may hang in the answer.

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tessabltheorist · 7 years

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writing & acting Elizabeth Keen

I have seen across several sites some people complaining and making jokes such as drinking games for Liz yo-yo behavior with Red. Not that many, but very vocal. Possibly in 8-10 million viewers they are a little drop in the ocean. But some people also complain about not getting answers, and about Ms. Boone acting.

It seems to me that all are incredibly unfair, and I do wonder how can they say this, have they not been watching the same show? Or is it shipping that gets in their way, because if one considers she is not his daughter, and expects a romantic relationship then one cannot see it. Or hate Tom Keens when she goes back to him, she must be poorly written, or Tom’s redemption arc is not what they expected, because he has not been punished enough.

But it cannot be it. Is is expecting answers to be so in black and white that acting subtleties are not perceived? Or that logic goes out the window because whenever they see Tom Keen hate takes over the brain, hence the expression TomFoolery.

In October of 2015 (updated after Gregory Devry aired in January 2016) I wrote a very long analysis: Understanding Liz’s mercurial changes about Red. My hypothesis was that Liz knew that Red was her father, something she surmised or remembered within the first episode. As season 4 was underway I discarded it as not supported by canon, and a lighter version of it, that she suspected it took hold as season 4 was winding down, especially after 4.08, because she would have had to be stupid not to suspect Red to be her father, when it became obvious Rostov was not. I knew Tom held that belief and he seemed shocked when the paternity test was found in Rostov file.

I have held theories not supported by canon, such as Tom had a third employer, that were discarded, as Gina, The Major, Red all seem to confirm Tom fell for Liz.

But perhaps the most strange thing is that instead of observing a situation, then making a hypothesis, testing it, and then adapting and discarding as needed, the first reaction is to insult writers, actors and other fans.

Instead of watching Ms. Boone’s performance and thinking what if she is playing something that can only delicately bubble to the surface. What if the writers are making her somersault back and forth with Red and being ungrateful and then sweet and then back on purpose, which is what I observed when I first set to analyze the situation. Analysis of reality cannot be made on the basis of a fixed idea of where the show is going, but an actual observation of reality. It is the scientific way, now not even taught properly, belief being what govern everything, a appropriate mindset for religion but very poor for science.

So from October to January of 2016 I re-watched, and formulated a theory that Liz knew. It actually explained every single bit of mercurial change. I discarded the theory, then picked it up again, when it became obvious that she did not know. She only needed to suspect. And then there is the unseen conversation in the pier between Liz and Tom coming from 2.20:

Well, maybe I could help you get those answers. I doubt that. Liz, I know a lot more about Reddington than you think.

You said you could help me find answers. Yeah. I think I can. Tell me what you know about Reddington

In the next episode, Liz has taken whatever Tom told her, but she is not sharing this with him. Because Liz is excellent at keeping secrets. In early season 1 Tom thought he knew all her tells, but he did not. He was way off.

That mean Reddington's your dad? No. My father died when I was 4, in a fire

She has pressed Red twice with a direct question, in 1.10 and in 1.22, obviously not believing the answer. She is aware of Red’s way of speaking and narrow definition of truth as she says in the her diary that one day she will ask the right question, and he would answer.

But by season 2 Liz has moved to different tactics. She knew for example that Red’s play at Monarch Douglas Bank was to get Berlin’s money, but says nothing to the FBI or to Red. I think she runs a little test to see if Red says she cannot let her own mother die in it, but Red calls her bluff, and then in 2.10 she has the memory recall. Remember that what she sees is not what we see, and certainly not what Red or Dr. Orchard see. They can only know what she is narrating. We may have parts hidden from our view.

Can we say for sure that Liz is not lying when she screams at Red that he is not there for her but for the fulcrum? Liz is an accomplished liar. Was she then swayed when Dr. Orchard said that the people and the events may be there but in different roles? Or had she really known there that Red is her father and her fury stems from what user wolfbythesilvercreek says in reddit: a deep sense of hurt and rejection that Red would abandon her again by denying her as a daughter:

You lost the right to speak about parenthood when you abandoned your wife and daughter on Christmas Eve . 1.01

You have no right to have anything to do with that girl, not since the night you abandoned her. 2.05

Something Red himself has acknowledged: he abandoned her and she can forgive him, by giving him a second chance.

Abandoned by a father who was a career criminal, and if anyone can give me a second chance, it's you.

So if we think of Megan Boone playing a character who suspects Red of being the father that abandoned her, and she is desperate for answers, her fluctuations seem perfectly logical and whether she knew or if the directors and/or writers wrote a superb character that she played to perfection, the result is the same: Her portrayal of Elizabeth Keen is excellent.

An actor in a genre such as this cannot be judged until one knows what is what the character knows. Everyone lies, hides facts and knowledge, and everyone conducts little tests.

So I would have thought all those very few but very vocal detractors would have been adults and actually issued an apology to the actor , fans, and the writers in the same media they publicly decried them. But alas, the times when temper tantrum were supposed to be a thing of the past when we grow up are gone.

So answers had been given through 4 years that Liz is his daughter and the reason Red does not considers himself to be her father is because he considers Sam to be her father. Over and over and over this has been said. In dialogue, in nods, in acting, in using the same postures, in acting similarly. when Liz asks Red if he is going to suspends phone privileges she is telling him, in no uncertain terms that she knows him to be her father.

Look at the remaining acting during their time on the run: never once Liz asks about her father. Even had she thought she had indeed killed him, would she not ask his name? Ask why is Red helping her? Why are all her questions now about her mother?

Clues are peppered in the actual show, while interviews and tweets are not canon.

Nothing in the Blacklist is left to chance. So think about it, and think about the episodes where we have met people who are close to Raymond Reddington and Elizabeth keen, his daughter:

1.08. General Ludd - we met Sam, Liz adoptive father. We have had many answers about Sam and how Liz came to be with him. We are still have some unexplained answers. I was right that the vehicle to get Liz to Sam was Katarina, not Red, and about Katarina knowing Sam, but wrong about Sam not being a criminal.

1.10 Anslo Garrick - We see the first interaction between Red and Fitch. But not unobserved, as we learn later that there has been extensive surveillance even of Diane Fowler. That will come in 2.08 when Harold Cooper turns off all surveillance in the orange box, and the tenor of that meeting is radically different from all the previous public meetings, signaling not all is as it seems.

2.01 brings us Carla Reddington now known as Naomi Hyland and the first mention of her daughter Jennifer Reddington. The arc until 2.04 brings a trove of information.

2.10 gives us the first fuller view of the fire, seen in glimpses in 1.09, 1.17 & 1.22

3.02 is a little glance at Marvin Gerard.

3.17, 3.20, 3.21, 3.22 & 3.23 brings us Scottie Hargrave, Tom’s mother and Liz alleged father Constantin Rostov, which continues to 4.08

3.20 also brings Liz’s grandfather, a most important figure. I also called that Kate did not know about Dom and neither did Constantin Rostov.

3.19 brings us an hallucination of Katarina Rostova. The appearance seems to have been accurate, but with everything, we have seen her though the eyes of people, not directly. Or have we? The diary should have been discarded in light of the rest of the episodes. Parts might be true, but not nearly all/

Redemption gives us a glimpse of Tom’s family, seen briefly in 4.12 through 4.14

4.17 gives us Kate’s origin story with a few inconsistencies I am sure will be explained.

And we have seen Cooper, a character we learn thing about with a dropper, but who seem to have known Red from a long time ago.

Answers have been given, sprinkled about, regularly like a soft rain with occasional thunderstorms.

And Tom Keen? Was Tom supposed to really die? Is his character “messing up the love story” that was supposed to be?

Tom is an undercover agent who fell in love with his target and married her, going though complicated scenarios to stay with her.

Even for those not paying attention to detail once Liz made the connection (a hammer instead of a soft tap if you ask me):

Reddington didn't just have an affair with my mother. She was assigned to him, to be in his life the way you were assigned to be in mine

the connection should have been evident. Tom is a parallel to Katarina. But hatred and a general Genre-Confusion that makes spy-mystery be judged as a sit-com or a family drama blinds people.

So Tom hits Liz to escape, and Liz breaks his thumb an they have a great fight in the house. Liz keeps him in a boat for 4 months torturing him. Liz had stabbed Red in the neck could have been fatal, punches Rostov, betrays Red. We are being told a lot in this, if we manage to look its the right genre glasses:

Dom has a temper that Red tells him Liz inherited. Could it be that Katarina and Red had a relationship in which temper took was part of it? If you subscribe to my crazy theory then he did, as Katarina in her identity as Carla AKA Naomi punches him, causing him to assume his Carla-expression. If not you at least see that Red has a type of women: Carla, Katarina, Madeline: high tempered, dangerous, violent.

Red enters the house following the fight, and he does not rush, worried Liz is badly hurt. He enters with an eyebrow lifted, surveilling the devastation. He never even ask if Liz is ok. He does not take Tom, as he did her attacker in 3.11, but merely hires a bad tracker to keep him. That means he was not worried about Liz.

Add the information about the Hargraves: another couple with a high level of volatility and temper. Cunning scheming men and manipulative women who are untrustworthy. Could it be that Red and Katarina had such a relationship? One in which he cannot fully trust her, but whom he loves:

I understand what it's like to be drawn to something that is unhealthy, to a part of yourself that you are afraid of. But I want you to remember what your life really was with him

So If we consider that Tom is a parallel to Katarina, then how about seeing their scenes under that light. If you are interested in a fresh look at the Keens or the show from the perspective of canon fans give the podcast Keen Minds a try, @takadasaiko and I record it. We have called many things right, as has @blacklister214 and many other canon fans.

An examination of the “gun to the head” yields that that gun to the head was actually much less violent than Ressler’s gun to the head (he would have shot her after he tackled her as a fugitive resisting arrest), or Red’s having her kidnapped by the Debt Collector (especially in light of Hans’s misfortune). Logic has to prevail in analyzing scenes, not a visceral reaction, as his real objective has to have been saving her. Not all is as it seems.

So, instead of accusing actors and writers of crazy stuff, from being in love with Mr. Eggold to not knowing what they are doing, how about examining what we have been shown and using logic instead of guts? This is not “this is us”. Genre matters.

If Tom is a parallel maybe if he had been presumed “dead” he would have faked his death. He would then probably come back, as a story can be told in many ways: fake-dead Tom would have paralleled fake-dead Katarina, or Liz being able to move past by her version of getting even contrasted with Red not forgiving her, or possibly, not even being able to talk to her, if we think of the lyrics of the song playing before he goes to see his wife again:

Come a long way Not to work it out As cold comfort wraps around you in the dark Come a long way not to ask the question that’s been on your lips all the way Spit it outThe words come out, yeah it’s already not as heavy as before Come a long way Just to say Doesn’t matter when it mattered yesterday And tomorrow ain’t too far Come a long way From small beginnings Come big endings

Maybe the parallel runs deeper: Red was married to Katarina, Dom is his father in law, he knows where Jennifer is, because he did with her the same he did with Liz: surrender to MI-6 to talk to her, except that Jennifer knows he is her father. And he introduced her to Liz. Even if Liz does not know it. And when Liz, his wife and him are together he speaks of opening a bottle of wine, as in a celebration.

Maybe questions have been answered. In words, in parallells in symbols, in the acting.

Maybe instead of getting angry because thing are not going your way, is time to see where are they going with the story, not why are not going your way. We are not toddlers told the dessert comes after dinner. We are not watching a romantic comedy or a soap opera. The writers are telling us their story, not the story you want.

Angry so-called fans screamed about the baby arc. but the baby arc was always in the picture, as is clear if one analysis the story. And if one sees the promo pictures of season 3 one sees that the original arc of 3B was what we got in 4B, possibly the baby would have come in 4b. So 3B became 4B and 3B and 4A became the baby arc, and I think they did a great job.

Tom Keen, Keen2, and Ryan Eggold haters complain about the “waste of time” Tom Keen is, while they miss a big part of the story being told, because irrelevant of whether the story was originally plotted like it, or it was a more interesting destination than the original idea, of which JB says he threw the map out, keeping only the important points to visit, the point is that is it telling a part of the story, so by ignoring it, you cannot imagine you will understand the story told. That would be like ignoring the third paragraph of every page and pretending you can follow the story.

Tom Keen is part of the story, as a character he is telling a story part of the bigger story. A look at @takadasaiko or @blacklister214 analysis would be highly informative.

The Keens are together because the relationship tells a part of the story. Study the relationship and analysis the characters to understand what it is.

There is no set way to write a redemption arc. You may not like the way it was written, but keep it as an opinion, and unless you make a good living writing TV shows that actually air, they are your unqualified opinions as audience.

Answers has been given: Red is Liz’s biological father even if he does consider Sam to be her father.

Actors are doing their job, but until you know what are they being told to play, do not judge their craft. Megan Boone was playing a character that suspected something and was hiding a lot of things from everyone. Analyze the story as such and note how it makes perfect sense.

Actors have contracts that stipulate their dues. Billing order is a contractual matter, not an indication of the importance of the character to the story.

Tom Keen is not the third character with more lines. That falls to Ressler. He has less screen time than Ressler. Facts. Cold. Hard. Facts.

Characters rise and fall in importance as the story moves along. Some as the writers and directors and creators like to work with an actor because of the excellence of his craft.

Writers are writing the story as plotted by Bokenkamp and Eisendrath, destination unchanged.

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networkingdefinition · 4 years

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• A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?” Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and soorte4d fruit toppings?” I dropped the empty can into the recycling bin and leaned against the kitchen peninsula, grinning like an idiot. “Two of the three. And I could probably scrounge up some strawberry jam, if you’re desperate.” “I’m never desperate,” Tod said, only his voice hadn’t come from my phone. I whirled around to see the reaper standing behind me, still holding his cell. “But for the record, I prefer apricot.” “Yuck. Nobody likes apricot jam. – Rachel Vincent • A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face. – Katherine Heigl • A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted! – Gautama Buddha • A man was found dead covered in sprinkles, strawberry sauce and a flake. Reports said he may have topped himself. – Frank Carson • A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast. – Ovid • a salesman is an it that stinks to please but whether to please itself or someone else makes no more difference than if it sells hate condoms education snakeoil vac uumcleaners terror strawberries democ ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair – e. e. cummings • A typical Irish dinner would be: cream flavored with lobster, cream with bits of veal in it, green peas and cream, cream cheese, cream flavored with strawberries. – Nancy Mitford • A white truffle, which elsewhere might sell for hundreds of dollars, seemed easier to come by than something fresh and green. What could be got from the woods was free and amounted to a diurnal dining diary that everyone kept in their heads. May was wild asparagus, arugula, and artichokes. June was wild lettuce and stinging nettles. July was cherries and wild strawberries. August was forest berries. September was porcini. – Bill Buford • About one thing the Englishman has a particularly strict code. If a bird says Cluk bik bik bik bik and caw you may kill it, eat it or ask Fortnums to pickle it in Napoleon brandy with wild strawberries. If it says tweet it is a dear and precious friend and you’d better lay off it if you want to remain a member of Boodles. – Clement Freud • All schools, all colleges, have two great functions: to confer, and to conceal, valuable knowledge. The theological knowledge which they conceal cannot justly be regarded as less valuable than that which they reveal. That is, when a man is buying a basket of strawberries it can profit him to know that the bottom half of it is rotten. – Mark Twain • All this talkin’ about eatin’ is makin’ me awful hungry. I’ll have two chili burgers with an order of fries, onion rings and a chocolate milk shake. And a Strawberry Ice Cream Sundae-with pickles. – George Lindsey • And a refrigerator may hold a basket of strawberries, which would be important if a maniac said to you, “If you don’t give me a basket of strawberries right now, I’m going to poke you with this large stick.” But when the two elder Baudelaires and Quigley Quagmire opened the refrigerator, they found nothing that would help someone who was wounded, dying of thirst, or being threatened by a strawberry-crazed, stick-carrying maniac. – Daniel Handler • And now — now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don’t forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes. – Clarice Lispector • And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.” The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine. “Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.” “That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose. “No,” he said. “That’s faith. – Diana Gabaldon • Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren’t enough?” “I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.” Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.” Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective. – Jennifer Estep • Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes. – Paracelsus • Are you going to give a speech?’ she asked gaily. He gave a choked laugh. ‘Of course not,’ he said. ‘Not for ages.’ ‘My cousin Davey gave one on his very first day!’ … ‘In the Lords, I remember. It was about how he didn’t like strawberry jam.’ ‘Be nice, Charles! It was a speech about fruit importation, which I admit devolved into something of a tirade.’ She couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Still, you could talk about something more important.’ ‘Than jam? Impossible. We mustn’t set the bar too high, Jane. – Charles Finch • As our lives speed up more and more, so do our children’s. We forget and thus they forget that there is nothing more important than the present moment. We forget and thus they forget to relax, to find spiritual solitude, to let go of the past, to quiet ambition, to fully enjoy the eating of a strawberry, the scent of a rose, the touch of a hand on a cheek… – Michael Gurian • Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing –

Flesh and fleece, fur and feather, Grass and green world all together, Star-eyed strawberry breasted Throstle above Her nested

Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin Forms and warms the life within, And bird and blossom swell In sod or sheath or shell. – Gerard Manley Hopkins • Asking me what I think of Oscar (Hammerstein) is like asking me what I think of the Yankees, Man o’ War and Strawberry Sundaes. – Billy Rose • Assumptions are dangerous things to make, and like all dangerous things to make – bombs, for instance, or strawberry shortcake – if you make even the tiniest mistake you can find yourself in terrible trouble. – Daniel Handler

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• Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth. – T. S. Eliot • Darryl Strawberry has been voted to the Hall of Fame five years in a row. – Ralph Kiner • Dating a new man is like holding a strawberry milkshake; first the taste, then the pleasure. – Marilyn Monroe • Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did – Izaak Walton • Dried oregano has thirty times the brain-healing antioxidant power of raw blueberries, forty-six times more than apples, and fifty-six times as much as strawberries, making it one of the most powerful brain cell protectors on the planet. – Daniel Amen • Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life. – Pema Chodron • Eat more berries. Blueberries, strawberries, raspberries and other varieties have anthocyanins that can help reverse some loss of balance and memory associated with aging. – David H. Murdock • Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, clawing at your insides. Hunger feels like pincers, like the bite of crabs; it burns, burns, and has no fur. Let us sit down soon to eat with all those who haven’t eaten; let us spread great tablecloths, put salt in lakes of the world, set up planetary bakeries, tables with strawberries in snow, and a plate like the moon itself from which we can all eat. For now I ask no more than the justice of eating. – Pablo Neruda • Every child should have mud pies, grasshoppers, water bugs, tadpoles, frogs, mud turtles, elderberries, wild strawberries, acorns, chestnuts, trees to climb. Brooks to wade, water lilies, woodchucks, bats, bees, butterflies, various animals to pet, hayfields, pine-cones, rocks to roll, sand, snakes, huckleberries and hornets; and any child who has been deprived of these has been deprived of the best part of education. – Luther Burbank • Everyone thinks you’ve been kidnapped,” he said. “We’ve been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out- oh, gods, you’ve been here all night?” “Frank!” Annabeth’s ears were as red as strawberries. “We just came down here to talk. We fell asleep. Accidentally. That’s it.” “Kissed a couple of times,” Percy said. Annabeth glared at him. “Not helping! – Rick Riordan • For those dependent on their gardens for fresh food, it was often a case of feast or famine… (One settler wrote), “Strawberries were now so plentiful that… I made 287 lbs of jam…” – Bee Dawson • Gooseberries should be mainstream berries! Why are chemically fattened strawberries a thing? Why not the delicious gooseberry? – Andrew Dost • Grapes are juicy. Strawberries. Oranges. Good pork chops are succulent,” said Dusty. “But the word isn’t accurately descriptive of a person.” Smiling with delight, Ahriman said, “Oh, really, not accurately descriptive? Be careful housepainter. Your genes are showing. What if I were a cannibal? – Dean Koontz • Happiness, I have grasped, is a destination, like strawberry Fields. Once you find the way in, there you are, and you’ll never feel low again. – Rachel Simon • He (Darryl Strawberry) is not a dog; a dog is loyal and runs after balls. – Tommy Lasorda • He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again. – Neil Gaiman • Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared. – Becca Fitzpatrick • Hey baby. You’re sexy like a chocolate strawberry. – Ronnie Shields • I actually think the same things do make most people happy. The differences are extremely small, and around the margins. You like peach ice cream; I like strawberry ice cream. Both of us like ice cream much better than a smack on the head with two-by-four. – Daniel Gilbert • I also eat fruit instead of drinking juices. That’s something I’ve read up on. I think that if you drink a lot of fruit juice you take in way too much sugar. You’d be better off eating a bunch of strawberries or apples. – Kris Humphries • I don’t like it when people ask me what my favourite Beatles song is. I always get that. First of all, I don’t like having to pick a favourite thing anyway. You can’t pick a favourite Beatles song! What about “Strawberry Fields”? What about “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds”? What about “Tomorrow Never Knows”? Come on. That question is small minded to think you could even have a favourite Beatles song. – Kemp Muhl • I eat a huge breakfast every morning – it’s what I look forward to. I’ll do steel-cut oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries, an egg white scramble with mushrooms, zucchini, and onion, and a piece of cinnamon Ezekiel bread with almond butter. I could do that every single day. – Heather Mitts • I finally found something that can stop the fox. The fox cannot summit Strawberry Hill.” – Takumi – John Green • I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again. – Dorothy Wordsworth • I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. The little slender flower had more courage than the green leaves, for they were but half expanded and half grown, but the blossom was spread full out. I uprooted it rashly, and I felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again. It will have but a stormy life of it, but let it live if it can. – Dorothy Wordsworth • I grow vegetables – I’m a vegetarian; I’ve got strawberries, artichokes, leeks, broad beans. – Anita Pallenberg • I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough. Waiting for perfect love? No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.” – Haruki Murakami • I have been 130 lbs. as well as 215 lbs. I have had blond, strawberry blond, green, pink and purple hair, and none of that has ever exempted me from having lewd comments flung at me in the street. – Beth Ditto • I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies. – Toni Morrison • I like a much more Japanese style of blood, where it’s red and it almost has a paint kind of quality to it. You can put it on metal, and it has this vividness. Because, normally, what they use in Hollywood is this stuff that looks like strawberry pancake syrup or raspberry pancake syrup. – Quentin Tarantino • I like to make pies. Thats kind of my new obsession – peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry. I make a really good pumpkin pie with real pumpkin. – Morgan Saylor • I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it! – Jordin Sparks • I love surprises – champagne and strawberries, all that pampering, romantic stuff. Guys ought to know how to pamper their women properly. – Danica McKellar • I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more. – Sylvia Plath • I recycle. I have a house in the south of France and I have a small garden. My name is Dujardin – ‘from the garden.’ I grow carrots, peppers, strawberries, green beans, and things for salads, but there are lots of wild boars all around and they steal the food. – Jean Dujardin • I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches. – Edie Sedgwick • I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches..There’s no way to tell anyone who hasn’t been through it, there’s no way to explain it to anyone who hasn’t tasted it . To keep that superlative high, just on the cusp of each day, so that I radiate sunshine – Edie Sedgwick • I think he became a man who brought peace and wisdom to hi world, because he knew about war and folly. I think that he loved greatly, because he had seen what lost love is. And I think he came to know, too, that he was loved greatly.” She looked at the strawberry in her hands. “But I thought you didn’t want me to tell you your future. – Gary D. Schmidt • I think once I made up my mind that I was allergic to alcohol, and that’s what I learned, it made sense to me. And I think it was kind of pointed out that you know if you were allergic to strawberries, you wouldn’t eat strawberries. And that made sense to me. – Betty Ford • I want you to make u and go halfzies on this cake. K? But. . . I want a piece too, so i guess we’ll have to go thirdzies. . . Awwww, we’re not going to be able to split the strawberry on top though. What should we do? Maybe I should just take it after all strawberries are my favorite. . . oh! I forgot to ask Hiku-chan, Kau-chan do you like strawberries? -Hunny – Bisco Hatori • I would be lying if I said I cut out all dessert. When Im training, I try to satisfy those cravings with a slightly healthier dessert, like a piece of dark chocolate or whipped cream and strawberries. Those are two of my favorites! – Josie Loren • If ‘heartache’ sounds exaggerated then surely you have never gone to your garden one rare morning in June to find that the frost, without any perceptible motive, any hope of personal gain, has quietly killed your strawberry blossoms, tomatoes, lima and green beans, corn, squash, cucumbers. A brilliant sun is now smiling at this disaster with an insenstive cheerfulness as out of place as a funny story would be if someone you loved had just died. – Ruth Stout • If I can’t serve on grass, I can maybe help cut the grass, paint the lines and serve some strawberries. – Goran Ivanisevic • If I want to make – I don’t know – strawberry jam, I’m going to have to add something to strawberries to make it gelatinous and thick, right? I’m going to have to add pectin or something like that.But if I want to make cranberry sauce, all I have to do is pop some cranberries in a little saucepan and when it cools off, it’ll be thick and gelatinous. So what’s up with cranberries? – Ari Shapiro • If you get vegetables in season, the difference is remarkable compared to vegetables that might have been imported. You can’t beat fresh ingredients and seasonal fresh ingredients. There’s nothing quite like the taste of a beautiful summer strawberry. – William Katt • If you keep my secret, this strawberry is yours. – Tsugumi Ohba • I’ll be clickin’ by your house about two forty-five, Sidewalk Sundae Strawberry Surprise. – Tom Waits • I’ll give you this strawberry if you keep it a secret. –L (Death Note) – Tsugumi Ohba • In Bakersfield, California, a Mexican strawberry picker with an income of $14,000 and no English was lent every penny he needed to buy a house for $724,000. – Michael Lewis • in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she’d licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears. – Holly Black • Instead of past, present and future, I’d prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. – Ashleigh Brilliant • It’s just another of Robin’s sayings. Like, ‘Holy strawberries, Batman, we’re in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it! – Karen Marie Moning • It’s unarguable to say that every one of us has been moved by the beauty of what I have called snapshots, but for photographers they are charms and proverbs, and like lightening or wild strawberries. – Tod Papageorge • I’ve got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved. – Noel Fielding • John [Lennon] as a singer – the way he sings on “Twist and Shout” and the way he sings on “Strawberry Fields Forever” – is a very odd voice, in the sense that it seems to be celebrating but almost mourning at the same time. There’s a quality of mourning to his voice, which is very enigmatic. – Alasdair MacLean • Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies don’t look awful this time. Me (Ilona): … ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, you’ve got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right? – Ilona Andrews • Late February, and the air’s so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it’s strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus. – Gail Mazur • Maybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people. – Toni Cade Bambara • Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with – Francesca Lia Block • My family lived off the land and summer evening meals featured baked stuffed tomatoes, potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh shelled peas and homemade ice cream with strawberries from our garden. With no air conditioning in those days, the cool porch was the center of our universe after the scorching days. – David Mixner • My grandma used to make syrup for us because we couldn’t afford it and I just played around with her recipe. I made strawberry syrup and that didn’t really work out but I made strawberry-vanilla and that sold. Then I just went out and took marketing classes, went to seminars, learned about marketing a product and striking deals. It ended up taking orders of $1.5 million. – Farrah Gray • My guiltiest pleasure is… chocolates with strawberry cream and trashy television – ‘Geordie Shore,’ ‘Katie,’ etc. – Ellie Goulding • My mom wouldn’t let me sing ‘Strawberry Wine’ because it had ‘wine’ in it. – Avril Lavigne • My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake. – Joan Rivers • Oh, the strawberries don’t taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! – John Steinbeck • Once upon a time, when men and women hurtled through the air on metal wings, when they wore webbed feet and walked on the bottom of the sea, learning the speech of whales and the songs of the dolphins, when pearly-fleshed and jewelled apparitions of Texan herdsmen and houris shimmered in the dusk on Nicaraguan hillsides, when folk in Norway and Tasmania in dead of winter could dream of fresh strawberries, dates, guavas and passion fruits and find them spread next morning on their tables, there was a woman who was largely irrelevant, and therefore happy. – A. S. Byatt • One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • One of the joys our technological civilization has lost is the excitement with which seasonal flowers and fruits were welcomed; the first daffodil, strawberry or cherry are now things of the past, along with their precious moment of arrival. Even the tangerine — now a satsuma or clementine — appears de-pipped months before Christmas. – Derek Jarman • Only in Texas can mesquite have its own festival, then there’s a crawfish festival, a festival for strawberries, everything has its own festival, with each town having their own yearly thing. – Kevin Fowler • P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry? – Kiera Cass • Personally I am very fond of strawberries and cream, but I have found that for some strange reason, fish prefer worms. So when I went fishing, I didn’t think about what I wanted. I thought about what they wanted. I didn’t bait the hook with strawberries and cream. Rather, I dangled a worm or grasshopper in front of the fish and said: “Wouldn’t you like to have that?” Why not use the same common sense when fishing for people? – Dale Carnegie • Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream – they go together. – Nikki Giovanni • Rice and peas fit into that category of dishes where two ordinary foods, combined together, ignite a pleasure far beyond the capacity of either of its parts alone. Like rhubarb and strawberries, apple pie and cheese, roast pork and sage, the two tastes and textures meld together into the sort of subtle transcendental oneness that we once fantasized would be our experience when we finally found the ideal mate. – John Thorne • Right now I just want to chill for a while. Take a hiatus from all the craziness. To clean my house, see my family. Just see some movies and pick some strawberries. – Lauren Ambrose • She has a laugh so hearty it knocks the whipped cream off an order of strawberry shortcake on a table fifty feet away. – Damon Runyon • She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts. – Anais Nin • Some people tell you you should not drink claret after strawberries. They are wrong. – William Maginn • Sometimes you’ve just got to grab an apple – or grapes, or strawberries. Something that’s healthy but maybe a little bit more adventurous, if you can see fruit as adventurous. – LL Cool J • Soon to come in licorice, orange, cinnamon, and banana, but not strawberry, because I hate strawberries. – Terry Pratchett • Spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they’re all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i’ll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know – Ani DiFranco • Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine. No need for bowl or silver spoon, Sugar or spice or cream, Has the wild berry plucked in June Beside the trickling stream. One such to melt at the tongue’s root, Confounding taste with scent, Beats a full peck of garden fruit: Which points my argument. – Robert Graves • Strawberry fields forever – John Lennon • Strawberry Fields is anywhere you want to go – John Lennon • Strawberry Shortcake called, she wants her outfit back – Ilona Andrews • Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine – how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry. – John Keats • Tell me I didn’t imagine it, Leo. Tell me that even though our bodies were in seperate states, our star selves shared an enchanted place. Tell me that right around noon today (eastern time) you had the strangest sensation: a tiny chill on your shoulder…a flutter in the heart…a shadow of strawberry-banana crossing your tongue…tell me you whispered my name. – Jerry Spinelli • Tell you what I like the best – ‘Long about knee-deep in June, ‘Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, – some afternoon Like to jes’ git out and rest, And not work at nothin’ else! – James Whitcomb Riley • That pipe, just so happens to lead to the room where I make the most delicious flavored chocolate covered fudge.” Then he will be made into strawberry flavoered chocolate covered fudge, they’ll be selling him by the pound, all over the world!” No, I wouldn’t allow it. The taste would be terrible. Can you imagine Augustus flavored chocolate covered gloop? Ew. No one would buy it. – Johnny Depp • The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time. – Marabel Morgan • The mystery of God touches us – or does not – in the smallest details: giving a strawberry, with love; receiving a touch, with love; sharing the snapdragon red of an autumn sunset, with love. – Marion Woodman • The night is a strawberry. – Louise Penny • The only vampires I’ve ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice’s house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it’s blood. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • The police are asking through the bedroom door, why did I make a batch of strawberry daiquiris before I called them? Because we were out of raspberries. Because, can’t they see, it just does not matter. Time was not of the essence. – Chuck Palahniuk • The public never appears to tire of endless courses of strawberries and cream, and the theory that you run the risk of boring people with endless photo montages of the Chelsea Pensioners in their dress reds, or close-ups of a Pimm’s Cup sprouting all kinda of flora, has yet to be proven. People like Wimbledon in the same way they like blue jeans or even their own spouses: for the pleasure yielded by their reliable sameness. – Peter Bodo • The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour’d by fruit of baser quality. – William Shakespeare • The thing I learned is that the work is getting done by people who dig in and work on a particular project: the people who spend 20 years sustaining a theater for black teenagers in Chicago; the people who reintroduce sticklebacks into Strawberry Creek in Berkeley and then wait patiently for the first egrets to show up. – Robert Hass • Theirs [the Beatles] is a happy, cocky, belligerently resourceless brand of harmonic primitivism… In the Liverpudlian repertoire, the indulged amateurishness of the musical material, though closely rivaled by the indifference of the performing style, is actually surpassed only by the ineptitude of the studio production method. (Strawberry Fields suggests a chance encounter at a mountain wedding between Claudio Monteverdi and a jug band.) – Glenn Gould • There are certain products that it’s worth buying organic just because the alternatives have so much pesticide. There’s a list of the dirty dozen that you can get off the Web. Strawberries, potatoes. A handful of crops that have very high pesticide residues if you don’t buy organic. If you eat that a lot, that’s a good place to invest. – Michael Pollan • There is a tradition in Southern cooking of recipes handed down for generations. And when I make my grandmother’s strawberry pie I feel her right with me. – Kimberly Schlapman • There is nothing particularly wrong with salmon, of course, but like caramel candy, strawberry yogurt, or liquid carpet cleaner, if you eat too much of it you are not going to enjoy your meal. – Daniel Handler • There was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a traveler who had slipped down a cliff, with man-eating tigers above him and a lethal fall below him, who managed to stop his fall halfway down the side of the cliff, holding on for dear life. There was a clump of strawberries beside him, and certain death above him and below. What should he do? went the question. And the reply was, Eat the strawberries. The story had never made sense to him as a boy. It did now. – Neil Gaiman • There’s nothing more satisfying than going to a market and meeting the person who picked the strawberries, or it’s their farm that the strawberries came from, and giving them a fair value in exchange for what they’re giving you. – Billy Corgan • This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me. – Jennifer Estep • This Mayagüez gold, my third consecutive with the national team, has a strawberry flavor. – Milagros Cabral • This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal…. We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke. – Jane Grigson • Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I’ll taste your strawberries I’ll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I’ll feast at your table I’ll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glory I can’t live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing – John Denver • Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time. – Eleanor Hallowell Abbott • Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful. – Francesca Lia Block • Washington state’s 2nd Congressional District is a major producer of small fruit crops such as raspberries and strawberries. This research center is doing important work to help farmers enhance the quality, yield and marketability of their small fruit crops. – Rick Larsen • We did make use, from time to time, of candles, neckties, scarves, shoelaces, a little water-color paintbrush, her hairbrush, butter, whipped cream, strawberry jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, my Swedish hand vibrator, a fascinating bead necklace she had, miscellaneous common household items, and every molecule of flesh that was exposed to air or could be located with strenuous search. – Spider Robinson • We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown and when strawberries bloom in Israel. – Golda Meir • We may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did; and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. – Izaak Walton • What do we look for as reward? Some little sounds, and scents, and scenes A small hand darting strawberry-ward A woman’s aprons full of greens. The sense that we have brought to birth Out of the cold and heavy soil, The blessed fruits and flowers of earth Is large reward for our toil. – Ruth Pitter • When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors. – Jeffrey Eugenides • When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird’s beak, We shall live well–we shall live very well. – Elinor Wylie • Who puts strawberries in a salad? Seriously, is this a thing now? Is it a thing I don’t know about? Is it an American thing? It can be. It’s freaking me out. – James Corden • Why did she give up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She had given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge, staring at it longingly. The power of denial. – Liane Moriarty • Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? – Sylvia Plath • You’ve gotta taste the light, like my friend and fellow shooter Chip Maury says. And when you see light like this, trust me, it’s like a strawberry sundae with sprinkles. – Joe McNally

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Frederek Sal Hale NICKNAMES: Derek, Der, Derbear (family only) AGE: 24/25 SPECIES: Werewolf DATE OF BIRTH: 25h December, 1988 PLACE OF BIRTH: México D.F, Mexico PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Syracuse, New York previously: Beacon Hills, California

EDUCATION:

KINDERGARTEN: Homeschooled ELEMENTARY SCHOOL: Homeschooled MIDDLE SCHOOL: Homeschooled HIGH SCHOOL: Beacon Hills High School/Homeschooled UNIVERSITY: Columbia University majored in: English Literature, History & Anthropology RELATIONSHIPS:

family by blood; MOTHER: Talia Hale (deceased) FATHER: Frederek Cain OLDER SISTER: Laura Hale (deceased) YOUNGER SISTER: Cora Hale YOUNGER BROTHER: Noah Hale (deceased) UNCLE: Peter Hale MATERNAL AUNT: Malia Hale (deceased) MATERNAL AUNT: Lyanna Hale (deceased) MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER: Cora Hale (deceased) MATERNAL GRANDFATHER: Peter Hale (deceased) COUSIN: Adalia Hale (deceased) COUSIN: John Hale (deceased)

family by pack; COUSIN: Josefina Souza (deceased) COUSIN: Elena Solis (deceased) COUSIN: Carlos Sorrentino (deceased) COUSIN: Antonio Cain (deceased)

sired; Jackson Whittemore Isaac Lahey Erica Reyes (deceased) Vernon Boyd (deceased) Victoria Argent (deceased) Gerard Argent BACKGROUND:

early years: Derek spent the first seven years of his life living in the outskirts of Mexico City with his family and pack. It was only when a battle with a rival pack ended badly that Talia decided it was time to move her family to a newer, safer location. Up until this point, Derek’s father had been a member of the pack and living with them. During the battle, Frederek fought to defend his family alongside his partner/Alpha. There was no reasoning with the pack, and the only solution to the conflict was to kill or be killed. Frederek took the life of the Alpha and the remaining members of the rival pack soon fell into submission and swapped sides. As a result of Frederek’s kill, he was now an Alpha in his own right. A pack could not have two Alpha, so Frederek and Talia split up; one moving to Beacon Hills, California, and the other residing in Mexico City. It was agreed that Talia would take and raise their four children in the safety of her own pack, telling them that their father Frederek Cain died in the battle that caused them to move from their native Mexico. A short time later, Frederek took on the pseudonym Deucalion, and established himself as a great and powerful Alpha out of the shadow of Talia Hale, though visited her frequently for advice when needed. teenage years: Up until the age of fifteen, Talia strongly believed that Derek was completely human, though one full moon shortly after his fifteenth birthday changed that theory. There had been absolutely no signs of him having the werewolf gene prior to this, not like his sister’s who had been able to use their abilities from a very young age. It came as a shock, to say the least. It wasn’t easy for Derek to control his wolf at first, though that was mainly due to him denying what he was; hiding from it. He didn’t want to be a wolf, didn’t think he’d be any good at it. He wanted to be human and live a normal life (he spent too long going through the family history in the basement). Nothing good ever came of being a wolf. His sisters were welcome to the curse. With each full moon, Derek’s wolf became stronger and stronger to the point he couldn’t ignore what he was anymore and had to admit defeat. By then, the usual methods didn’t work; the triskele and the mantra. He was able to keep his abilities at bay (for the most part) when he was playing basketball, or focusing on school work, but whenever he was angry, or there was a full moon coming; his wolf would hit him with such force it would leave him breathless and in excruciating pain. Peter eventually stepped in to help his nephew, originally used the same methods Talia had tried previously. It wasn’t Peter who anchored him though; it was a girl. Her name was Paige and he truly believed he loved her. Maybe that’s why he listened to Peter and let him play on his insecurities about the monster he was and the possibility of her finding out. She died because of him; he killed her, and it changed him forever. It was all downhill from there. Now with cold, steel blue eyes and indescribable grief, he went off the rails. His perfect grades dropped to fails in double quick time, resulting in him being benched, then eventually kicked off the basketball team. Without the distractions, he turned to fighting, nearly got himself expelled; would have been if Talia hadn’t have made a generous donation to the school so they could redecorate the science labs. He started to calm down when he met Kate; an older woman who was fully capable of distracting him in the best way possible. The problem with that was, he was so desperate to prevent history repeating itself that it wasn’t long before he was revealing everything about himself; what he was, who he was. The Hales were well-known, especially to hunters, and he knew she was a hunter..Not at first, but eventually. He should have ran while he had the chance, confessed everything to his mother and not only begged for forgiveness, but begged her to take the memories away from Kate. He didn’t though. He was starting to really fall for this girl. More fool him, because the day he was about to tell her he was in love with her was the exact same day she decided she was going to tear his world apart and ruin his life forever. That was the day his house “caught fire”. 11 people were trapped inside. He’d been at school trying to work on catching up on his schoolwork, didn’t truly want to flunk school entirely. He’d let his mom down enough over the past two years. His sister had come to collect him when it was long past dark and he should have been home hours ago. (Maybe it was just as well he wasn’t). When they arrived, they saw the flames engulfing their childhood home, heard the screams of the loved ones still alive as they begged for someone to save them. He was out of the car in seconds and foolishly breaking into the house to try and pry the basement door open. All he succeeded in doing was burning his hands down to the bone before his sister dragged him out and pinned him to the dirt. Her eyes flashed at him and they were red. His whole world collapsed around him that night. In the aftermath, Laura had taken it upon herself to relocate herself and her younger brother, thus dragging Derek all the way to New York. The first few months were a disaster. Derek, in true Derek Hale fashion, was all brooding and self-loathing. He wouldn’t leave his room, nevermind the apartment. He had a lighter, one he’d use to start small fires, harm himself with. He didn’t eat, he didn’t sleep, and eventually, Laura realised that this was more than just grief. She betrayed him and sent him to Lyle House; a home for the ‘troubled’ supernaturals. He spent six months there.

adult life: After months of pestering from his sister, Derek eventually graduated highschool at 19 and was accepted into Columia University (though he hadn’t actually applied; Laura had). At risk of letting her down again, he went and studied English Literature, History and Anthropology. After a shaky start, he remained top of his class, using making his sister proud as his only motivation. At 22, he was ready to graduate, had his cap and gown on and ready to go. Laura was running late, text to tell him she’d be there as soon as possible. She never showed up. Afterwards, he arrived back at the apartment and found a note from her; the last thing she ever said to him;

something came up, i’m sorry, der. i’ve gotta leave town for a few days. i’ll be back soon. be good! love you. —- lala x

From that point on, it all went downhill again. It took him three months to trace Laura back to Beacon Hills (though deep down, he knew that’s where she’d have gone), and once he found her…he found her in pieces. She was killed by another Alpha, one he later found out was his uncle. That’s how he became an Alpha..the first time round. He’d killed Peter. His first stint as an Alpha was a complete disaster, the power having gone to his head. His arrogance had reached a whole new capacity and he’d gotten the majority of his pack killed because of his mistakes. The Alpha pack didn’t help, or The Darach, but he’d known what was coming…and he hadn’t prepared as well as he should have. The only good thing to come from his stint as an Alpha was the fact his younger sister Cora found him. After her close call with Jennifer, the fear of Cora meeting her demise the same way his older sister had made Derek paranoid. He upped and left town with her, dragged her all the way back to South America. That’s where she’d spent half her life. That’s where she belonged. The trip to South America hadn’t been plain sailing though. They were recruited by another pack, or at least, another pack attempted to recruit them. Neither were interested, though it was Cora that the Alpha really wanted. He needed an Alpha female, someone to bare his pups and sit by his side. Even when Cora refused, the Alpha kept pushing, started a full on war. Cora was taken by the Alpha when Derek was challenged ( and severely outnumbered ) by every Beta and Omega in the pack. He fought his way through them, snapping their necks one by one. It was like a whole new level of rage had washed over him that night. The pack was dead, and all he needed was to find The Alpha to find Cora. What he found wasn’t a pretty sight, and it’s not something he, nor Cora have or ever will speak about. Seeing what the Alpha had done to his younger sister, that red mist above Derek’s eyes came back with a vengeance, and he charged over and tore the Alpha apart; shredded him for what he did. It was only after he’d killed the Alpha did he realise the consequences of his actions. He was an Alpha…again. He was more than that though. He couldn’t explain why it felt so different this time, not until his first full moon as an Alpha. That full moon had been his first transition, the first time he became a full wolf. Everyone had always told him he was just like his mother. If only they knew just how much. His newfound abilities are a secret he’s not willing to divulge just yet, so upon his return to Beacon Hills (albeit, his brief return), he kept the news to himself. He kept the news of Cora and his nephew to himself too. It was no one else’s business. He was only in California to lend a hand when he needed to, and when he was no longer needed, he left.

#info. ( derek hale )

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