#(cam and pal are still completely alive as far as I know that's just the meme format)

[annabelle--cane]

I have decided that steven universe is a gothic narrative. decaying ruined structures that symbolize links to a forgotten past, the discovery of horrific family ties, being haunted by a dead mother via the self, grief so acute it ends a dynasty, blurring the boundaries of identity and the body, extended foreboding dream sequences, wrongful vengeance quests for the sins of the father.

[charlxttehunt-blog]

                  ❛ there’s no metal for that but what’s a metal anyways, r i g h t ?? ❜

10  years into the future, Charlotte’s twenty seven, almost twenty eight, and though she’s got things together, they’re still a little messy. But, she wouldn’t be a H U N T without a little mess, right? ( just questions, I’m gonna do a self para eventually though. )

What is your character’s life like? What’re they doing to make a living?

Charlottes life is far from what she imagined it to be. Growing up, even when she was little little, she did imagine herself to be in the arts somehow, though as she got older, and the summer after senior year she found herself caring a lot more about things going on around her, and the people around her. With hanging out at the hospital a lot growing up, she saw children whose parents had died, and she’d seen the social workers in rooms with them, speaking to them. Being the self involved teenager she was, she never really cared. As long as her life was good that was all that mattered to her, but when things in her senior year starting going down hill she did pay more attention, and quit taking what she had for granted. The social workers she saw working with kids the hospital when she passed by those eerily quiet rooms didn’t comfort, not at all. She decided then to be someone different. That she wanted to do that job, make peoples lives a little more normal,  have them know that someone cared more than she saw.  So, she decided to go into Social Work. After spending a year upgrading for the classes that she’d sucked at, she applied to schools, and did undergrad and then went to grad school. Right now, she’s in only her first year of working as a social worker, but she loves it.

Are they in a relationship? If so, with who?

You know when people put it’s complicated on Facebook? Call Charlotte’s relationship that. Her and Claudia did break up a few months into Claudia going to school because they were just at different places in life, and that’s all cool. They did their own thing for a while and Charlotte found herself doing what she wanted, having the most fun she could. Living without worrying about dependents. It wasn’t until the two got back in contact through Social Media did they realize they still had feelings for each other. They’re still re-getting to know each other but, things are looking up in the right direction, and Claudia still somehow makes Charlotte totally happy.

Do they have kids? If they do, how many? Did they want kids?

Charlotte still thinks kids are sticky and though she works with them in professional settings a lot of the time, she’s still iffy about them. She doesn’t have any of her own, but she’s definitely less against them. Sometimes, she thinks about how having Aiden as her little brother growing up was always fun somehow, and he always made everything better. She thinks that if she can raise a kid like him, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. A part of her is terrified that she’ll raise someone like her though, so she always strays away from bringing the topic up to anyone. In the back of her mind though, she wants one, maybe two and she’d love to adopt.

How’s your character’s relationship with their family? ( Yes, their parents are probably still alive, don’t get all feelsy on me ).

She’s still a Hunt, people. Do you really think everything is perfectly stable? Because if you do, you’re wrong.  Now that she’s out on her own, she keeps in better contact with her siblings, but the parent thing... is iffy for her. Of course, she loves everyone in her family, and they come before anyone else but, things are just odd there. Going through the divorce of Owen and Amelia was hard for her,  not only because she was their child and she wanted them both to be happy but also because she held a lot in. She was very much the whatever,  it’s fine. Bang Arizona, mom-- whatever, personality. But in reality, everything in  her life changing, hurt a lot more than she ever admitted. So, she resents them a little for making things harder for her, a little even if things did stay civil between Owen and Amelia as best as they could in the situation. Of course, she can’t blame them entirely,  but things are definitely a little strained at get togethers, if she even shows up to them, but the older she gets, the more she tries, at least a little. Though she doesn’t speak either parent more, she definitely misses how easy it was to talk to Amelia every-time she had a problem, and how easy it was to get Owen to cave in a situation. Things aren’t like that at all anymore, she’s a lot more private about things than she could’ve imagined when she was younger.

Is this the future that they imagined for themselves when they were younger? If not, how’s it different?

110% not the future Charlotte’s younger self imagined. She honestly, from 14 - up, imagined herself still being in the closet, married to some guy and with a bunch of kids. She wanted to pursue music, and be doing something in that field but, everything did a complete one eighty. She thought she’d be surrounded by people, and though she has the people that she cares about, she’s a little lonely. A tiny apartment, and a puppy are what she got to replace what she thought she’d have. She’s happy though, which she always imagined for herself. She has Claudia, and her family and the select few friends ( Finley, Cam, etc), that she needs. 

Do you think your character’s younger self would be proud of where they are now? Why or why not?

Younger Charlotte would be amazed at where Older Charlotte is now. She wouldn’t be quite proud, but she wouldn’t be disappointed either. She’d be proud of herself in the long run for growing up, and being herself as well as having a stable career and a getting there relationship. But, she’d be upset to find out that Older Charlotte isn’t as much of a pal with Amelia and didn’t grow closer to Owen, like she wanted to. All in all, she’d settle for Older Charlottes life, but she’d want to make some changes.

[isthatpine]

Memorable Blue Moon

The news announced that blue moon would be appearing on the night of 31st day of July, 2015- the second full moon occurring on the same month. My friends planned to go to UL's acquaintance party and I was just certain to go with them when it was already on that day's afternoon while I was hanging out with my friend Isaiah who was playing in a computer shop near our school. I didn't play. I just sat behind him while he was playing LoL because I was saving my money for our meet up of my friend Ana. The meet up failed because her sister went back from somewhere far so she couldn't leave. So, that's why I decided to just go with my family friends to the acquaintance party even though I didn't have a ticket. It was very expensive. What could be the benefits a person can get in that party with that ticket.

I went straight to Alison's property. On my way to their inn, it was already dark. The moon was halfway on its way upwards and it was round and so big. It was like Mentos hanging in the royal blue skies. The air was cold and I smelled the sweet scent of the farm fields and the trees. It brings me back to the time our family travelled to see our relatives in my mother's part in Tarlac. Both have the same smell, the mysterious scent of provinces. 

Charmaine, Helena and Alison were dressed related to the party's theme "Dress up your Jeans" and their hairs already curled. Helena bragged about the right knee of her jeans that was designed with a "X" with two strips that looked like were taken from other jean too. It was sewed and she said that she had benefited from their high school teacher's lessons in TLE. Though, I looked at Alison's face and I thought that there's something that lacks. Her eyebrows were pale and needed to livened up! So, I did the thing. Yet I protested that I am an artist and I draw eyebrows so I know how to do it because Alison was anxious and unsure. They turned out just fine even though Alison kept on saying that they were so dark and I told her that because she was just used to her natural eyebrows. Even until we got there in stadia where the acquaintance party was held, she didn't want to be the one to capture pictures through front cam because her face would be nearer and the eyebrows would be obvious. It's okay for me though. They didn't look like slugs like I see on other ladies' faces and she didn't look like a gay.

The guard in the entrance was strict from afar. He didn't let the people in who don't have with them their ID's and their ticket and because I didn't have a ticket and my friends didn't want me to stay outside until the party ends (me too of course!), we thought of a possibly successful plan. Helena and Charmaine went inside the stadia first and Alison and I just sat beside the main entrance. After a few minutes of waiting, Charmaine appeared at the back of the people in front of me and Alison, finding her way towards us. She handed the ticket to me, and explained that it was Helena's and that the guard didn't take it from her and the whole thing was still complete, without a part cut off. We, or more of just Charmaine and Alison formulated the next plan. I'm no good at these. Charmaine talked to the guard first. He just slightly opened the glass door, observant and attentive. He asked for her ID and ticket at a drop of a hat and so Charmaine let them out. Alison came next, saying she forgot her ID but she has with her her white form. I don't know if the guard was really that gullible or he's just enticed with the girls' beauty. Phew! Males... He instantly let them in and as I followed them, the guard suddenly stopped me and ask the same things he's looking for in every person who wants to enter. What?! I will be left here outside waiting? I was speechless. Well, like always. But I don't want to lie so I let the girls find for the right words to say. And the result? Plan successful!

The band on the platform in front makes the speakers blare. A lot of people take pictures with their pals and some in the wall pasted with a wallpaper that says "Go Golden Tigers", something like that. The students were gathered in the middle, jumping, singing, dancing. Their hands hanging in the air and goes with the beat of the song the band was playing. Posts were raised along with the departments of the college students. We roam around and you couldn't not notice the leftovers on the ground. They kinda disgusted me and also disappointed to see that college students still don't have the ethics to throw their garbage properly. Spilt drinks, food containers, food residues; they were all scattered on the floor. We took, or rather, the girls took their meals and we sat on the left side of the area on the cleaned table. How kind of them to share their meals to me so I also had my own food: Fried chicken (as usual), a little roll of vanilla cake (make that tiny), sweet and sour fish fillet(that tasted like it's been 1 week old and unrefrigerated), and small amount of rice (that's so dry). So, we ate there together while watching the back of the people watching performers. Yes, the people obscured the view so we couldn't see the performers at the middle of the quadrangle. The glances of people passing us by were enough to be noticed. They kept me uneasy on my seat. It's either they were thinking us as professors, VIPs or special guests because it was late enough to be eating the meals benefited from the ticket whilst sitting on a clean table or they were just lured by the beauties I was with. Yet, I tried my very best to ignore them. After we had our stomachs filled, we went to the opposite side of the area, trying to find entertainment from what they said "party". I am not sure if the party was really like that or that we were just struck by KJCV (Kill-joy contagious virus) from Charmaine (*chuckles). We looked for a quite acceptable place to be in while there were still dancers at the middle, dancing (duh). But what we saw was just this.

Figure 1.a. The asses of lads are showing off and a better view than the performances in front of them.

 It's undeniable that the asses were definitely better than the performances. But we were not in the mood for asses-viewing that time so we left the stadia eventually.

We wandered outside. The moon was so bright at the top, decorated by fluffy clouds around it. Here is how it looked:

Figure 1.b. Windows Phones' camera is ever so awesome.

  We took photos of the calm moon and of us. We made the most of having a "once in a blue moon" moon.

The night shouldn't pass without us being complete so we headed to the computer café Roselyn was in and fetched her. It was just sad how we were not complete in these previous photos because the one member was with her partner in a moment that seems a trifle. It felt like she chose her partner first over us, her family friends. How the feeling of being complete together, the party, the dining, the photos, all at once under a blue moon would have been so perfect.

I was the one in the four of us who got to see Roselyn first in the computer café. I was definitely exasperated when I saw her together with her boyfriend who was playing a MOBA-genre game. But I tried my best not to show it. Not like I was jealous or anything, but how she was so insensible and inconsiderate. We were all there to fetch a single member, and we all waited for her arrival in the party. She should've thought of these but didn't.

We left the computer shop with Roselyn and rode the same vehicle we used to get there. As we were heading to our new destination, I savored the feeling of wind through my hair. Charmaine let out her new phone. Her hand was outside the tricycle's back and videoed. I regret how I didn't savour the feeling of being infinite too with my friends just like in the movie "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". I could hear my name, the laughter of everybody, the smiles carved on their mouths, the warm feeling near them.  We were surrounded by lights of the streets while darkness was everywhere. Yellow, orange, white. It seems like they wanted to say that this day is special.

 We were outside a bar in Arellano, Padis Point. I should've felt fear by then but I did not. This was our first time going in a bar. Really, THE FIRST TIME OF EACH OF US and we were together.  We dreamed of this. We dreamed that we would go to a bar which we haven't entered ever since before. Some people were lined up from the entrance and some were just outside, perhaps planning what to do next or later,  planning to have fun like us. We entered seven eleven beside the club and there we met Charmaine's sis and her friends. They told us that there might be an event in the club since there were a lot of people and maybe we could go to other place instead. They suggested the other bar near the place which offers videoke. We agreed and we went with them. Guess it's  still better if we have grown-ups with us, so.. you never know.

I didn't expect the bar to be like that. Why it's so cozy and it felt warm, welcoming. It's just a small sized bar. The facilities were good enough, they looked new. The lights were low and there was a small disco light on the small platform in front for an acoustic. Here, is how the counter looked like.

And I really didn't expect a bar to possess such treasure! Once the guy on the platform in front started playing his guitar and sang, DANG! I was dead! His voice was wrapped with the sweetness of honey, a touch of coldness and the tranquility of a night! I didn't take pot(I never did) nor drank alcohol, yet I felt so high and I was in seventh heaven. Everyone asked about me, why was I not talking or if I was having fun. But I wanted to tell them with squinted eyes that they don't know I am the happiest human inside, the most alive and the most hyped up. How this guy destroyed the previous image of bars in my mind and lit the fire inside me. How I was transported to a completely different space by his voice. How he made my whole body flaccid. I couldn't stop myself from shrieking inside. His voice was so perfect in my ears, I couldn't ask for more (except more singings). Anyways, because you can't truly understand what I felt like the people inside the bar on that particular moment, I will just show you how the view looked like:

And my friends drank the whatever-you-call-that-liquid in this cocktail tower (Charmaine was the patronizing customer):

[Not finished. And no offense to Roselyn, this was what I really felt that time. *giggles*]