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solitudegrowth · 1 year
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❤️ Improve Your Skillset ❤️ . 📝 The quote, “A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor” is an old English proverb that means that those who are skilled at sailing come from the most challenging of times. . 🤓 The phrase "smooth sea never made a skilled sailor" is an analogy for how difficult it can be to predict what life will bring. . ❤️ People who use this analogy usually want to make the point that we are not able to know what will happen in the future, no matter how easy something looks from our perspective today. . . . . . Hashtags #aquamanedit #franklindroosvelt #roosvelt #franklinroosevelt #seas #deepsea #oceans #skilldevelopment #skillset #smoothseasnevermadeaskilledsailor #smoothsea #skilledtrades #skilled #experienced #challengeyourselfdaily #spain #pathwayofsolitude (at Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmlYOEPt9HI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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maksimlustiger · 2 years
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Duch Churchilla....
    - Nie znam się na Polityce wcale...... ale jeśli chodzi o wróżbiarstwo.......jestem w tym najlepsza.
    - Czyżby? - odezwał się głos w słuchawce. - Znowu usiłujesz wzniecić niepokój w sercach i umysłach wiernego ludu?
    Słychać tylko żywy śmiech.
    - Nie , skądże. Nie ośmieliłabym się zasiewać choćby zalążka złej emocji.
    Chociaż podobno przeczucia lub wizje senne bywają na równi znaczące z faktografią. Wręcz potrafią ją znacznie wyprzedzić.
     Dla racjonalisty zbędne tracenie czasu i uwagi na mrzonki.
     Dla mnie jako tej przeczuwającej właśnie, dziwnie ciężki orzech do zgryzienia. Ciężar myśli oprawionych w jakiś niesłychany szał wydarzeń na Ziemi niekoniecznie pozytywnych. Wręcz zatrważająco destrukcyjnych.
     Wolę nie rozumieć. Wolę nie zauważać. Nie myśleć . Nie czuć.
     Byłoby mi znacznie łatwiej. Lżej byłoby mi znosić cały Świat, który niechcący spoczął na moich ramionach.
      A Półwysep na B , jeszcze w Europie, a jakby poza nią zupełnie.
      Skażony Tym Unijnie Stanowym i Tym Wszech Matczynym, jakby zalany ponowną grozą unicestwień.
      Patrzę na zdjęcia. Myślę , dzieci jeszcze .....młodzieńcy do raju szóstkami nie mogą wędrować wcale. Za wcześnie.
      Tygiel wrzący. Gorący latem, soczysty zielenią i kojący morzem. Zmysłowo nęcący jak wszystko , co piękne na Świecie.
      Bo sen o Wielkości naszedł niespodziewanie Oprawiacza skór......nie zwierzęcych ......lecz ludzkich.
      Chciał się przyodziać w ich Potęgę, pozorując wyrafinowanie i elegancję.
      Nie ujawniając Swojej Tożsamości.
      Jakby ......z brytyjską dyplomacją........z cygarem lub bez........
      Bardzo Stary Anioł........Wyrachowany i cyniczny.
      Jednak ja go nie dostrzegam.
      Mam jednak świadomość pokłosia jakie niesie ze sobą Wielka Polityka Mocarstw.......
       ......Zawsze w zanadrzu mając brytyjską kurtuazję.
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jbaileyfansite · 6 months
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Jonathan Bailey with his dear friend Joe Pike running on Roosvelt Island Park Run on DC (October 14, 2023) | 📸: Joe Pike
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kurocookieemi · 5 months
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Wannabe Princess vs Flower Queen
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i found this base and thought it was perfect for them, also i made RH wear some makeup and some extra jewelry in this pic, and her eyelashes look like this now
base by weirdsushi on deviantart
Ren Hua Kuang, Yoko Asahina, Ruzena Cermak, Julia Roosvelt, and Rinko Asahina belong to me
Brittany Gabor belongs to @askkassandragf-v-2
Aleksandra Nowak belongs to @pinkyberet
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girlcaligula · 1 year
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MHHHHH i wonder what could have prevented this TOTALLY unexpected outcome
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rose-bookblood · 6 months
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Happy Friday the 13th! If your OCs were in a piece of horror media (video game/book/movie), what roles would they play? Who would die first? Who would make it to the end? What kind of horror media would they be in? (slasher film, psychological horror, zombie apocalypse, etc.)
~Morrigan (@memento-morri-writes)
Hi, Morri! It's so cool to receive a themed ask!
I have to admit I'm the biggest chicken and therefore I know basically nothing about horror, but I'll try!
If my BBtS characters still had their powers, they would fare pretty well. If this were an AU where there's no bending, though, they wouldn't even have their fighting skills, so most of them would probably be screwed. Jeremy practices various sports and they're extremely versatile because of this, and Nathan is the strongest one, so those two have the higher chance of survival (though they both have walking disabilities that would impede them if they had to run or fight for extended periods of time). Josephine is a master with guns, like Sheryl from RWR, so, as long as they were armed, they wouldn't have many problems in a slasher or a zombie apocalypse — I mean, Sheryl is already in an apocalypse. Cisco and Iliria from RWR also have the best chances, since both of them are skilled fighters and Iliria is a brilliant strategist.
Cecilia would exclusively survive if she had the means to fabricate some of her inventions. In that case, she'd thrive.
Evelyn and Moren would die immediately, sorry! Let's be real, it's a miracle Moren doesn't die in RWR.
Thanks for the ask, Morri! This was a lot of fun!
(Random fun fact: in Italy Friday the 13th isn't considered an unlucky day, but Friday the 17th is.)
@memento-morri-writes
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travsd · 1 year
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Teddy Roosevelt and The Show Business
Teddy Roosevelt and The Show Business
Not only could fill an entire blog with entries strictly about President Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt (1858-1919) a.k.a. T.R. but *I* could, having read several books about him, not to mention several works penned by the man himself. And how about that? A President who wrote books. Since the late 20th century it’s been almost mandatory for Presidents to write “book” (as in just one, and…
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alabingo · 2 years
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Access Bank secures $280m financing from US agency to support SMEs
Access Bank secures $280m financing from US agency to support SMEs
Access Bank Plc has secured a $280 million funding commitment from the International Development Finance Corporation (DFC) to support small businesses in Nigeria. According to a statement by the public affairs section, US Consulate General, Scott Nathan, CEO, DFC, and Roosevelt Ogbonna, managing director, Access Bank, signed the commitment letter on Monday. The statement added that the agreement…
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jusbmee · 2 years
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Forced Sterilization: A Perilous Undertaking2!
Forced Sterilization: A Perilous Undertaking2!
Forced sterilization in America was long and tragically heinous…during the 20th century. Moreover, well-known figures like Theodore Roosevelt supported the legislation and advocated eugenic interventions preventing individuals with inherited traits from reproducing.  For instance, President Roosevelt felt criminals and individuals with certain cognitive disabilities (the so-called…
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krispynachoturtle · 2 hours
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Roosvelt Island New York
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Heyyy, could you do some Lana Jackson headcannons??
Thank you for the ask!!
Today's post is all about the youngest Percabeth kid (drumroll please) Miss Lana Jackson
Her full name is Eleanor Ruth Jackson from Eleanor Roosvelt and Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Annabeth was high as a kite after she was born and she started reciting different quotes and that's how she and Percy chose her name.
She has the same birthday as Percy.
She was really independant since really young as she was jealous of Theo being able to keep up with Zoe and Charlie.
She has blonde curls and green eyes.
AND is the epitome of coastal cowgirl.
Your girl loves the water maybe even more than Percy. That's partly the reason why she became an Olympic swimmer.
Out of all her siblings she is the closest with Theo. And she fights and bickers a lot with Zoe.
Charlie has a soft spot about her as she's his baby sister and she used to make him read stories to her every night.
She is a lesbian :)
She went to UCLA as they had a killer women's swimming team. She majored in Marine engineering.
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dragonmuse · 2 years
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I know it was explicitly part of the ask for the au but, you know we love an au of the au of if our girl was also there. So au of somewhere only we know if izzy met faith too (preferably she lives).
(this ask is in reference to Somewhere Only We Know, Izzy is a writer au. This divergence is called, ‘I know a place where no ones lost’. To the bulleted list!) 
-Faith and Israel are spending the summer after sophomore year breaking into the town pool, working, and kicking around the city. 
-Israel’s working overnight on inventory, so Faith is on her own. She decides to pretend she still has a date, so she can wiggle away from her parents and goes to the movies. It’s one she’s already seen and doesn’t really care about, but it’s cool in the theater and she can slowly eat an enormous tub of popcorn. It’s kind of nice to do that on her own. Israel usually eats more than half because he’s faster than her. 
-There’s another guy alone in the theater, sitting a few rows in front of her. She watches him more than the movie, the way he’s intent, but keeps making disbelieving noises at the dialogue. There’s not a lot of other people in there with them so when he finally goes ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me’  and she laughs, he turns and finds her.  Faith is bolder these days, so she gives him a little wave.  He stares at her, then gets up and walks to her aisle. Shit. 
-”This movie is dumb as hell,” he says. “You want to try something else?” 
“Oh,” she stares up at him. “What do you mean?” 
“There’s something else starting in the next theater over.” 
"Yeah okay.”  She's got a knife these days, slipped in her pocket by Israel without a word. She can move theaters with this fluffy haired dude.
-They sneak into the next theater. The guy has obviously done it before and Faith definitely has. Once she and Israel ran an experiment and spent a full sixteen hours in the theater, bouncing from screening to screening.  They sit in the back and he says, belatedly, 
“Uh, my name is Lucius and that was probably weird, sorry.” 
“Faith, and it’s cool,” she offers him the bucket. Her stomach is starting to hurt, actually. “Want some?” 
The movie is about lottery tickets and divorce and romance. Faith tunes it out almost immediately. 
“Do you go to Roosvelt?” She asks instead. 
“I do now,” he grimaces. “We just moved here. I’ll be a sophomore.” 
“Israel, that’s my boyfriend,”  laying down protective cover, she’s not an idiot, “and me will be juniors. It’s fine.” 
“Is it really?” 
She sighs, “No. It’s hell.” 
“Yay,” Lucius eats a piece of popcorn. “If you’ve got a boyfriend, what are you doing here on your own?” 
“He’s got to do inventory at the grocery store.” 
“Which one?” 
“Kline’s.” 
“...is your boyfriend a little angry dude with black hair by any chance?” 
She laughs, “Yeah, that’s my Israel.” 
“He helped me out the other day,” Lucius eyes her speculatively. 
“He did? How?” 
“His manager almost caught me shoplifting.” 
That made sense. Israel wasn’t exactly a good samaritan, but he supported five-finger discounts in a general sense.  
“What were you taking?” 
“Candy. Nothing interesting. I’m working my way up to bigger and better things.” 
“You need bigger pockets then and something tied around your waist.” 
“Huh, okay, you have my attention.” 
-The conversation does move away from theft eventually. They talk through the movie and Faith starts to relax. There’s nothing threatening about Lucius, for all he’s bigger and broader than Israel. He has an easy manner and looks like he knows more about taking a punch than giving one. 
She figures that’s that though, when they part ways outside the theater. 
-”There’s this kid,” Israel tells her a few days later. “He says he met you at the movies.” 
“Yeah, Lucius,” she supplies. “He said you helped him not get picked up by your boss.” 
“Guess I did,” he takes her hand, easy as breathing, laces their fingers together. “He came up to me when I was getting lunch at Gino’s yesterday. Asked about my face.” 
Faith had been trying hard not to look at his face, actually. The bruising was terrible and it made her stomach twist up. She’d held a cold can of beer to it for a full twenty minutes when he’d shown up for their date like that the night before. 
“I hope you weren’t a dick about it,” she says lightly. 
“I was,” he shrugs. “Told him to fuck off. And he just hung around anyway. I went over to his place.” 
“Really?” she squeezes his hand. “What was that like?” 
“S’alright. Little two bedroom in that grayish building on the corner with the broken lamp post.” 
“Oh yeah, I know the spot.” 
“He’s an artist, I think. Or he draws a lot anyway.” 
“Huh.” 
-They have been a tribe of two for months now. A closed circuit. Israel still runs with Brandon’s crew, Faith still vaguely subscribes to Beth’s circle, but anything important is theirs. Just a microcosm. And they had both been content with that. 
But Lucius just turns up over and over.  He gets books in Israel’s hands, something Faith never thought to attempt. He shares his pencils and paper with Faith, who never thought much about art, but winds up liking sketching a little. She draws buildings mostly. Imaginary houses for an imaginary future. 
-When school restarts, Faith finds Lucius on the first day. 
“Give me your schedule,” she demands and he hands it over without question. She scans the list and then hands it back. “You should tell the counselor that you want to switch lunch and art. Then we can both be in both together. You can sit with me.” 
“Oh thank fuck,” he exhales and runs off to do just that. 
Beth and the other girls resist his presence for all of twenty minutes and then they cave as Lucius compliments their outfits, asks about their boyfriends and cracks a joke that makes them all giggle. Faith shouldn’t be proud of him, she didn’t do anything, but she is anyway. 
She doesn’t really like art class, but Lucius does, so she sits next to him and bounces along on his energy and lets him ‘fix’ her pieces as much as he likes. 
-She and Israel still have math together. He does his homework these days, either with Lucius or with her and his grades are...good. Sometimes better than hers. 
“We should do something after school,” she decides. 
“We do,” Israel reminds her, taking her backpack as she struggles with it and just adds its weight to his own without any sign of trouble. Lifting boxes all summer has added to his frame.  
“No like...an extracurricular,” she floats. 
“Why?” He stares at her like she’s grown an extra limb. 
“Because, Israel. We’re getting the fuck out of here and that means we gotta look like we give a shit.” 
“You’re going to college,” he reminds her. “Not me.” 
Lucius approaches them, glancing between them as if sensing the tension. 
“Luc, tell him he’s going to college,” she demands. 
“Uh, yeah, of course he is?” Lucius’ eyebrows go up. “Was not going an option?” 
“You’re both out of your minds,” Israel declares. 
But when Faith signs them up for the Math League, he shows up with a resigned expression and his usual shitty attitude. Doesn't matter, between the two of them they decimate the other practice team. Mr. Finkle is over the moon that they’ve both finally shown an interest. 
“We might actually win something for once,” he declares and all the preppy, successful kids with their ironed clothes and ironed hair turn as one to glare at them. Izzy grins, slow and wide. Malice drips off it and she tries to match it.
“Okay,” he decides, turning to her as if no one else was there, “let’s fucking do this.” 
-Lucius comes to their competitions, cheers like it’s a sport. It’s embarrassing and weird and neither of them try to stop him even once, even a little. No one’s ever showed for them before. 
Israel’s gang falls away and every day he doesn’t mention Brandon, Faith breathes a little easier. 
After school, they crowd into Lucius’ room now. His mom sometimes gives Faith speculative looks. Hopeful looks. But she’s always on the floor next to Israel, usually under the protective circle of one arm and Lucius is at his desk. 
“Is this what other people do?” Faith asks Israel when Lucius head to the kitchen one golden afternoon. “Just..hang out? Do homework?” 
“How the fuck would I know?” He kisses her temple, cutting the acid of his words with affection. “S’not bad though.” 
“It isn’t,” she agrees. 
-She watches, because she’s good at that. Watches Israel read a pile of books, listens when he shares pieces of them with her. When one sounds really good, sometimes she’ll even read it herself though she never has his passion for it. Watches how Lucius reaches for Israel and how Israel lets him in a way he only ever let her before. Lucius touches Israel for emphasis to a point, the quick birdlike landing of fingers on wrist, or to grab his attention, a grasp on his bicep,  or once, just once, he caught one of Israel’s epic cowlicks and smoothed it down with a soft smile. 
-Faith watches, but she’s not sure what it means. It doesn’t stir anger or jealousy in her. It makes her feel...warm. Correct. Israel doesn’t pull away from her to receive the attention. He doesn’t kiss her less. 
-Midway through their junior year, with money scrapped together from who knew where (Lucius learns from Faith not to ask, she has to take him aside and hiss it at him after one near awful conversation when he provides them dinner.  “But-” “If he wanted us to know, he’d say. So we don’t know. Got it?”  “Got it.” ), Israel buys a car. It’s a ridiculous thing to own, but there’s street parking on his block. It’s old, but a beautiful glossy black and it’s engine always runs smooth.  
-He’s changing the oil one afternoon or tinkering with the engine, Faith isn’t sure. But she and Lucius are sitting on the stoop of Israel’s building, watching. Israel sheds his shirt, just a white thin undershirt beneath.  Faith has seen it all a million times. He’s attractive, her man, muscle-bound and square-jawed. She loved all of that. But she hadn’t really thought about loving it beyond its utility, beyond how his warmth felt pressed against her. 
“Fuck me,” Lucius mutters under his breath, and casts his eyes down to his coffee. 
Faith realizes a few things in rapid succession. She clutches her soda and thinks about it all.  
“He’d freak out, if you said anything,” she whispered. 
“Said what?” Lucuis turns to her, bemused. 
“He doesn’t know what he doesn’t know, you know?” 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says mildly. “You good?” 
“I’m good,” she decides. She’s not giving him up and she’s not going to make Lucius uncomfortable, so she’ll wait this out. See how it goes. 
-They spend the next summer in the car when they’re not working (Faith and Israel) or taking art classes (Lucius). The three of them are officially inseparable by then. Sometimes there are still quiet date nights, just the two of them, but they don’t fight for those. It’s nicer when Lucius is there. He leads them on strange adventures, to museums and plays. Faith likes the art more than the productions. When she gets tired of such things, Lucius seems challenged, finds her interesting old houses to poke through.
For her birthday, he and Israel somehow make Hole concert tickets appear and Faith practically sobs through it. She’s not one of the people that thinks Courtney had anything to do with Kurt’s death, she just feels her pain vividly and sobs for her even as she lets the music vibrate through her. 
-Israel doesn’t fight them about applying to college that fall. He only applies where Faith applies, so she makes sure to include places he might actually like. She and Lucius figure that out together one night, making a careful list as they paw through old guides. 
“You’ll have to like them too,” she instructs.  
“Who says I’m following you?” he says, but there’s a smile lurking on his lips and she knows that he will. 
“I say,” she tries.
When she exerts herself like that, Israel always falls in line, so she doesn’t do it too much. Lucius is more stubborn, but sometimes, she thinks, more susceptible actually. Because she’s older, maybe. Because sometimes, when Israel isn’t around, she lets him in close and he curls up into her like he can make himself small enough to fit beside her and she pets his hair and says sweet things to him. She does that for Israel too, but it's an equal exchange. Sometimes Lucius just needs her to carry his weight. Just for a minute. She's strong enough for that.
“Well if you say,” he laughs, but makes a copy of the list and keeps it for himself. 
-They fucking murder at Math League that year and it goes on their applications.  
-They save the fat envelopes (Israel’s go to Lucius’ place, Faith gets the family mail in the afternoon and steals her own away) to open with Lucius. It only feels right. 
There are matching scholarships only an hour away. Far enough to escape, close enough to come back sometimes. Israel keeps looking at them like they might disappear, but Faith believes in their escape so hard by now that it’s practically a personal religion. They’re going to get out of here. They’re going to succeed. 
-Lucius gets down on the floor and pulls Israel into a hard hug. Faith watches. She pays attention to the way Israel lets himself be small in Lucius arms. Protected instead of protecting. She takes her own hug happily, pressing a single kiss to Lucius' neck. When he pulls away surprised, she only shrugs. Another day. Another time.
-Summer is in the air when it happened, they are nearly free from high school forever. 
“I’ve got a headache,” she lets them know as she climbs into the passenger seat. Lucius is laying out in the back, a book over his face to block out the streetlight.  “Can we stop at the pharmacy?” 
She’s not sure of what happens over the next two hours. The memories never come back. Lucius tells her, voice shaking as he holds her hand tightly that he stayed with her while Israel went to go put the fear of God (if God was a furious eighteen year old) into her parents. He calls the hospital in frantic gasps and her diagnosis rattles through the line. 
She dies at least once, resuscitated while Lucius stands feet away, so quiet and still they don’t realize he’s there to shoo him away. She knows that for years after he has nightmares about that sterile corner.  
He held a silent vigil for them all and his reward is that she comes to,  clings to him and sobs in bewilderment. Israel arrives not long after and they both pile onto the bed, trying so hard not to hurt her even as they pet her hair and try to embrace her around wires and lines.  
-”Mom says you can stay at our place while you recover,” Lucius tells her. She barely believes that, but she desperately doesn’t want to go home.  
When they arrive, Faith leaning weakly against Israel, the couch is made up with blankets and a pillow. Mrs. Spriggs puts a hand to Faith’s forehead and it’s so unexpected and tender that she almost starts crying all over again. 
-She recovers on the couch, spends the last few weeks in the city there. Israel puts more hours into work, trusting Lucius to get her to appointments and take notes. There’s medication and check ups and she’s dizzy with it, but so profoundly grateful. There’s not much she can do in return, so she borrows Lucius' things and the day before they leave, she gifts Lucius with a portrait of Israel, in profile, not perfect or beautiful, but something he can keep. A promise maybe. She hope it says the things she doesn’t know how to say yet. 
“I love it,” he tells her and hugs her and she whispers, quiet, ever so quiet, 
“We love you,” to him and he hugs her tighter which hurts a little, but she doesn’t care just then. 
-The day comes when she gets into Israel’s car and he at long last, drives them away. It hurts a little to leave Lucius behind, but the freedom makes her almost too dizzy to care. 
-The dorms aren’t so bad. She likes her roommate enough, a quiet girl who goes by Sam and wants to be a kindergarten teacher. They eat dinner together sometimes. Mostly though, she’s in Israel’s room. His roommate pledges a frat and disappears, so they spend a lot of nights together, the two of them small enough to cram into the tiny beds without too much discomfort. 
-And on the weekends, they go into the city and steal Lucius away. It’s a lot of gas money they don’t have, but neither of them ever brings that up. They need him like they need each other and he doesn’t get left behind. 
-The day comes at last when he arrives on campus himself. He’s grown even taller and into himself more. People like Lucius in a way they don’t like Israel and are indifferent to Faith. He creates a life and draws them into it. Faith takes art classes with him again and draws her houses until a professor guides her into an architecture class where she falls in love. 
Israel goes along to English classes and comes back high on arguments, still bickering with Lucius, who gives him a fight with a gleam in his eyes. 
-Determination and grit gets Israel graduated first, the course load never seeming to make him buckle under. He gets a job at a bank, dull as dirt, but the money comes in and he rents an apartment with two bedrooms all on his own. It’s an awful crumbling place and Faith loves it immediately.  Lucius stands in the second bedroom, leaning heavily on the door. 
“You get lonely, you can always sleep with us,” Israel snorts. And Lucius turns on him, eyes like thunder and Israel actually takes a step back. 
“You don’t fucking get to joke about that,” he snaps and walks away. 
“What?” Israel frowns. 
“Wow. Spectacular fail there,” Faith tells him and kisses his cheek.  
“But-” Israel starts, stops. Stares into the empty bedroom as if the warped flooring might give him an answer. 
“Make me a nice enough nest in there and maybe we can figure something out,” she offers. Because Faith has been watching and she’s not a fool. But she’s also too hungry for what they feed her to give up. She could be the bigger person. Walk away and leave them to it. But Israel was hers first and Lucius sometimes needs her. She loves that need. 
“Faith,” he protests weakly. 
“It’s okay,” she smiles at him. “We can still get married.” 
-Israel goes after Lucius. They come back, both a little addled looking. They turn to her, waiting. 
-”Can I watch?” She settles on. 
-That’s a weird conversation, but it ends with her sitting cross-legged on the end of the mattress, watching as they learn how to make each other fall apart. When they’re done, she creeps back up and settles against Israel with a contented sigh. He looks down at her, blissed out and bemused. 
Lucius, clearly very pleased with himself, sits up, leaning against the cracked wall, hair impossibly mussed. 
“You’re okay with this?” Israel checked. 
“Yeah,” she grins. “I think it’s pretty great, actually. You can go on without me whenever.” 
“You still want to get married?” He asks roughly. 
“I told you I would,” she presses a kiss to his ribs. “That okay, Luc?” 
“Yeah, sure do whatever,” he says lazily. “As long as we all stick together.” 
-They get married on a Tuesday because Faith likes Tuesdays. There’s no rings, just Lucius and Sam as witnesses. They go to a nice lunch after, a little fancier than usual. Lucius gives them a drawing as a present, the two of them running through the rain weeks ago, soaking and laughing with it. 
They frame it, a cheap dollar store number and add Faith’s old portrait of Israel next to it. 
-As ever a man of his word, Israel makes both bedrooms pleasant places, decent beds, piled with blankets and pillows, a nest wherever she lands. The second bedroom sees a lot of business. It’s nominally Lucius’, full of his things, but Faith sleeps there just as often. Sometimes with Lucius even, when Israel is working late. He’s a pleasant sleeping companion, generous with his warmth and soft where Israel was hard. 
They kiss sometimes. Affectionate and understanding that it’s no more than that. When Israel catches it, he clearly melts into it though he’d deny it. 
Lucius has other men, but that’s fine. Those nights Faith gets her husband to herself and they start to figure out how to make each other feel good too. Israel has ideas from his nights with Lucius and they negotiate more things. Faith’s body isn’t strong, but her voice and will are and that seems to be enough.  
-In her senior year, Faith meets a woman, gorgeous and soft-spoken. She comes home to Lucius and confesses, achingly and he says, 
“Darling, what’s what one more? Izzy won’t mind.” 
“Do you think so?” 
“I know so.” 
He’s right as he usually is. Israel just kisses her on the forehead like a blessing and she goes back into the world, ready for new things. The woman cares, unfortunately, but Faith figures it’s a good enough litmus test for whoever comes next.
-She gets an internship upon graduation. It’s just down the street from the bank, so Israel drives her every morning. All day she runs errands for people that make actual money, but she also gets to watch buildings being born and it just redoubles her conviction. They hire her when the internship ends and they spend many mornings commuting together. 
-Lucius stumbles into a job at a gallery. He sits at the front desk, answers questions and is generally bored. He doesn’t complain much, but it’s unpleasant to see him washed out and aimless. 
And then one night, very oddly, Israel says, 
“I wrote something.” 
“Like a report?” Lucius picks over dinner. Faith made it, so it’s probably burnt. She hasn’t had the guts to try it yet. Israel, bless him, has already cleared his plate without comment. He’ll probably make it next week and better on his night.  
“Not a report.” 
He yields up the pages. It’s not long. A story about a girl with flyaway orange hair and a boy with a fist full of magic colored pencils. They draw a world to escape into and run away. 
“Oh, Israel,” Faith reaches for him, takes his hand. “It’s beautiful.” 
“It’s special, Iz,” Lucius decrees. “Hold on.” 
He gets out his sketchbook and he starts to draw. Not the hyper realistic sketches that he’s always aimed for, but not fully cartoon either. The kids look real, their scenery a colorful riot. They both bend their heads over the pages and they plan. 
Faith watches a world being born. 
- Escape to Glass City: The First Adventure of Pup and the Duchess  is aimed at middle readers. Faith has never met so many twelve year olds in her life, even when she was twelve. She goes with them to signings when she can, endlessly charmed by the way they learn to hold court to awkward adolescents. 
-They contract for six books. Pup and the Duchess adventure out into the world. By book six, at Lucius and Faith’s insistence, they pick up a companion. Night of the Goblin Prince sells better than the first five combined, thanks to getting prominently featured on banned book lists everywhere. The scene towards the end is chaste, just Pup and the Goblin Prince holding hands, but Lucius’ art leaves little to interpretation as the Duchess in the next panel puts her arms around both their waists and says, 
“Love shared is love multiplied. But we can’t linger here. Your father is coming...” 
-They get another four books after that. Israel leaves the bank at long last, so Faith commutes alone, but she comes home to such a happy home, she can’t resent it.  
-With the money, Lucius and Israel make a commission. At long last, Faith has the funds and the experience to make those first childhood dreams come true. She creates for them a house. It’s not over large, but they each have their own space. It’s Victorian-inspired, crenellations and little touches galore. For Lucius, she makes a bedroom in a tower, tall rounded windows, a perch for him to survey the back garden and the river beyond.  The main bedroom is at the back of the house, more tall windows, but carefully recessed into the wall, less exposed and en suite with no windows at all, not even a skylight, just a restive place to hide from the world.  For Israel, an office on the far right corner, bookshelves jammed back with all of their gathered materials, framed awards hung between. It’s where he and Lucius work the most often together, one long desk under the window. 
For herself, Faith makes a living room on the first floor, filled with comfortable furniture, fluffy rugs and lots of art on the walls to absorb sound. It’s her nest, her place and if her men pile onto the couch with her, so much the better.   
-She meets Lydia at a work mixer. It’s not love right aways, but it’s the first blooming idea that it could be. Their schedules are uneven, mismatched, but Faith prefers to be at home anyway. One or two nights a week at Lydia’s are more than enough. 
- Lucius finds the bar on a rambling weekend out. He brings home the card with a casual comment and a few weeks later, they all go together. It’s a fabulous place, the show makes Faith laugh uncontrollably and she makes sure to find the host and tell her. 
“Thank you,” Leda beams. “We work hard to put on a good show. Right darling?” 
“Mmhm,” the Kraken winds a limb around Leda’s shoulder, her eyes dragging over Faith in mild interest. 
“Saw a sign for a junior drag event. Do you ever do book signings?” She asks, ever an unofficial agent. 
-”What for?” Leda asks, half distracted by her partner already. 
“My husband and my partner write a series for middle readers. The Adventures of Pup and the Duchess.” 
Leda’s eyes go wide and the Kraken’s eyebrows fly upwards.  
“Those are Charlie’s favorites, aren’t they?” 
“Alma liked them too,” Leda agreed. “Are they here?” 
Lucius and Israel get quite the introduction which Lucius, as always, takes as his due and Israel, as always, shrinks away from a little. 
-They do the signing. It’s a little too far to travel very regularly, but they still find themselves there alone, in pairs or altogether once a month or so.  Faith helps them renovate the basement when it floods, the plans escaping the basement and into the backrooms. Lucius finds his way into bed with most of the standing cast and eventually settles on Pete, spending long weekends away. 
Israel...Israel lingers around Eddy, darting in and out like koi fish in a pond. Testing the water temperature. In the end, he stays away, circles back home, but a new character finds their way into the books, a mysterious sea creature, who helps and hinders them in turn. 
-Let’s leave them there, all in their forties, happy in their home and their home away from home. Faith in her castle, watching over her men and having her lover. A life built on stories and art. The Duchess in her palace. 
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placeoftheclearlight · 2 months
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"Believe you can and you are halfway there"
Theodore Roosvelt
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sonambula-135 · 2 months
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Estoy más salada que ensalada de mi mamá.
Mis amigos si pudieron cambiar de doctor, pero yo sigo con el bendito Roosvelt.
Me cae mal, me cae mal, me cae maaaaaal
"El profesor no jala al alumno, el alumno se jala solo"
Mentiroso, mentiroso, mil veces mentiroso.
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kurocookieemi · 8 months
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More dolldivine stuff
how RH saw herself in Hello Bloodness (again, no murder was committed, she just felt like she did something terrible like that)
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Azra
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Patrick, RH, and Julia
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RH x Patrick as mermaid/merman
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RH being beautiful
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Ren Hua, Azra, Patrick, and Julia belong to me
dolldivine games belong to their creators
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wordsofpoetry · 1 year
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I have the biggest smile .
But I have the saddest cry.
I am smiling al day but when night comes I will be drowning away .
I'm a failor I know but please forgive me  when the stars will flee and I will go.
I will always be a dissapointment how hard I'll  try I will always burn.
Burning by my own lies.
Lies that where pretty but not real.
Lies that where forgiven but not forgotten.
I will always be one of the stars , close but far .
Hidden but visible
There are so many, endless they are .
But wich one's are hidden and are tears al over the sky.
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