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dcvalentineexchange · 6 years ago

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The Cookie's Right [Jason Todd x Reader]

Happy Valentine’s Day @aerodynamic-occamy!!! I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day and eat plenty of sweets (…if you like sweets)! I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Love, Jules aka avengerdragoness ❤️

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Valentine’s Day, the holiday for couples. People buy their significant others all the clichés: red roses, chocolates, oversized stuffed animals, the whole nine yards. A month ago, that all seemed appealing. When you were happily in a relationship with your boyfriend, looking forward to finally have someone to celebrate Valentine’s Day with. That was until he dumped you, claiming ‘it felt like there wasn’t a spark anymore.’

Any hope for a happy Valentine’s Day was shattered. You took the break up pretty bad, and only left your apartment for work. It made your friends worry, especially your best friend. Jason Todd.

Jason had been your best friend for years, you grew up on the streets together, and you were the only one he remembered and trusted when he first came back. As time passed, his feelings for you grew beyond friendship, into an unrequited love. When he realized he had fallen in love with you, he decided he’d keep the feelings to himself. He couldn’t risk your friendship or you being in danger because of him. Plus, you had started talking to this guy anyway, you were happy so he was happy.

Well, the key word to that is ‘were/was.’ When you told him about your break up, he had half a mind to go beat the shit out of the guy. Though, he didn’t, he knew it wouldn’t help the situation and opted to stay with you and be your shoulder to cry on.

Jason became your main support system through it all and seemed to be at your side whenever he could. One time someone at your job even asked for advice on how to get over exes so fast because they thought you were dating Jason. When he heard about that, he chuckled nervously and tried to suppress the blush on his cheeks at the idea.

You on the other hand, had never really thought of Jason in that light. Well, maybe not never but the thought that your best friend who is the Red Hood and probably one of the sexiest men alive having any interest in you romantically, it seemed far fetched. Jason attracted the most gorgeous of women, why would he be attracted to you?

However, it was thanks to Jason that you seemed to be getting over your ex. You started acting yourself again, having lunch with friends and getting a drink with co-workers after your shift. You started smiling again and felt like something was filling the gap left in your heart. Yet you weren’t sure what it quite was.

Though, as if for nothing, the gap opened again when Valentine’s Day rolled around. At work you were again in a slump and just wanted to lock yourself away in your apartment. Around you, co-workers were receiving gifts delivered from significant others. You could tell some were done up a bit more, obviously ready for a date right after work. Normally, you loved your job, but right now you couldn’t get far enough away from it.

As soon as it was time to clock out, you were gone after counting down the seconds. The walk back was filled with happy couples celebrating the day. Your mind thought back to your ex, leaving you to wonder if he was thinking about you as well. A pang of hope went off in your heart when your phone buzzed. You looked down just to see it was a text from a store you liked, promoting their ‘V-Day Sale! All Intimates 25% Off!’ Making you growl and turn off your phone, throwing it down into your purse.

Once arriving to your apartment, you stripped out of your work clothes and opted for some comfy sweatpants and a oversized hoodie. You stared for a second at the first one you grabbed, it was red and much too big to be yours or your ex-boyfriend’s. A smile pulled on your lips when you realized it was Jason’s. Shrugging, you pulled it over your head, drowning in the scent of your best friend. A small feeling pulled at your heart, his smell was always so comforting.

With a sigh, you went back into your living room and closed the blinds so it’d be dark. You grabbed the remote and began clicking through channels. Every channel seemed to be some cheesy, lifetime Valentine’s Day movie. Further making your feeling of loneliness come to the forefront. Shutting off the TV and tossing the remote away, you buried your face in your hands. “C’mon [F/n]. It’s been a month, get over him.”

You tried to think of things you hated about your ex, make yourself miss him less. It was hard though, he was a relatively good guy and broke up with you because he didn’t want to lead you on or anything. It’d be easier if he was a dick and you could hate him. Him being decent just made it harder to forget him, leaving you to wonder what you’d done wrong. What was wrong with you that things didn’t stick.

As you immersed yourself further into negative thoughts, the sound of a knock on the door pulled you out of them. The person knocked again as you rose to your feet, padding over to the front door.

Looking through the peephole, you smiled before opening the door. Jason was on the other side, a smile pulled gently at his lips. He only ever smiled naturally with you around. “Hey, so I figured you’d be wallowing.”

You crossed your arms and pouted, “I’m not wallowing.”

“Really, your entire apartment is dark. Who are you? Bruce?” He cocked an eyebrow and enjoyed the small smile that pulled at your lips. He held up a brown paper bag. “I brought chinese.”

You eyed the bag as they widened, “From the place a few blocks away?”

Jason grinned, “Your favorite, I know.” He smiled and you took the bag from him, peering inside. He followed you into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind him. “You okay?”

You looked up from the food and set it on the counter, shrugging. “I’ll live.”

“You didn’t answer your phone when I called.”

“I turned it off, didn’t wanna think about [Ex name].” You leaned against the counter, running your hand through your hair. Jason came up to you, engulfing you in his arms. You accepted the hug and buried your face in his chest. “Why am I not good enough?” You mumbled into his shirt.

“[F/n], you are good enough. You didn’t deserve him, you deserve someone better.” He rubbed your back before feeling you pull away.

“But who? When? Why?” You threw your arms up exasperated. “He was my first boyfriend ever and it only lasted a few months. What if I’m just meant to live alone?”

Jason sighed, “You need to stop thinking like this.” He moved to the take-out bag. Pulling out the containers. “You need to get your mind off him.” Jason opened the containers and started plating the food. It was all of your favorites, he always knew what you liked, that’s something you couldn’t say about your ex. He picked up the plates and carried them into the living room, looking behind him to make sure you were following.

And you were, knowing if you didn’t he’d put the food down, throw you over his shoulder, and carry you there himself. Sitting down, your eyes watched him pick out all of your favorite movies and put the first one in the DVD player. He plopped down next to you, and placed a plate in your lap. “Eat.” He stated firmly and you obliged.

Silence hung over you both while the movie played. Jason finished his food first and wrapped his arm around you, this wasn’t abnormal for him to do so 3hen you finished, you leaned against him and into his touch. Sighing blissfully in the process as you always felt safe with him. Opening a fortune cookie, you pulled the paper from it, checking the lucky numbers before reading the fortune.

‘True love is closer than it seems.’

A small smile pulled at your lips and you started to nibble on the cookie. Reading the fortune over again in your head. ‘‘True love is closer than it seems.’ If this were true then that would mean my true love is…’ Your eyes turned to the man who you were currently cuddling with. You hadn’t noticed until now you had both laid down and you were laying on top of him. Head against his chest as he breathed steadily and his heartbeat a little faster than you remember it being.

You picked up your head to look at him. Your best friend. Jason Todd. The man who has been there for you no matter what, and vice versa. The man who trusts you and only you with his deepest and darkest secrets. The man who you lost when he was a boy and eventually came back to you.

The man you love.

Wait…

Love?

Your eyes widened and you stared at him. Everything seemed to click into place. From why it was so hard to find someone you liked, to eventually why your relationship didn’t work out. Why sparks with him faded. Because you always compared him to Jason, and no one could live up to him. Because you love him.

Jason looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. “[F/n]?” His voice brought you back, and you felt something warm grow in your heart, filling that void that has been there for a month.

“Oh my god” You whispered and sat up on him, straddling his waist so you could look him in the eye. “Oh my god, I.. I’m so stupid.”

His eyebrow quirked up at you as his heart began to pound in his chest. Did you figure it out? Did you figure out he loves you? “[F/n]?” He called your name again and sat up a little so he could face you better.

“Jason.. I…” You leaned in closer to him. “I have been so stupid and blind. I was always looking for the perfect guy for me and setting these expectations that were so familiar. I didn’t realize that every guy I encounter, I always compare them to you.”

His eyes widened and he leaned in closer to you. “[F/n]… I…”

You realized what you just confessed to him and blushed madly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laid that out on you. I know you don’t feel the same way. Why would you? I’m sorry Jason. I’m –”

He shook his head and covered your mouth. “Let me finish.” You stared at him before nodding, he grinned and pulled his hand away. “[F/n].. I feel the same way. I have for a long time.”

“You have?”

“Yeah” He nodded, feeling a bit of his own blush creep up to his cheeks. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you or put you in danger.” Jason averted his eyes but he felt your hands cup his cheeks. They were soft and gentle against his skin. He felt your nails slightly scratch his jaw, and it honestly felt good because he hadn’t shaved and had some scruff there.

You smiled at him before leaning down and kissing him gently. He returned it just as gently, not wanting to push any limits. Pulling back you pressed your forehead to his, “I’m sorry I was so blind. I missed the perfect guy who was right in front of me for so long.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay, we’re here now.” His hands pushed your hair from your face and he kissed you again gently. “Hey [F/n]?” He whispered against your lips, making you hum.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And indeed it was.

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Happy Valentine’s Day again! Hope you enjoyed!!

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viralhottopics · 8 years ago

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25 Men And Women Confess To The Darkest, Most Absurd Secrets Theyve Never Told Anyone Before

1.Identity Swapping Twins

“My grandfather had an identical twin brother. shall refer to grandfather as A and twin as B. Brother A got drafted into WWII, brother B didn’t so he pretended to be A to take A’s better job. Brother A returns from war and brother B’s still pretending to be him, even got promoted a few times. Brother A says, thats cool I’ll be brother C from now on (changed his name). This has gone on for over 50 years, never legally changed it or anything, just gave his identity to his bro and created a new one.”

2. Wasted…Too Wasted

“I once paid for a blowjob from a woman that was probably older than my grandmother. I was so wasted but I remembered everything. I quit drinking for a while after that.”

3. RIP Dennis

“Friend’s toilet doesn’t flush, I poop in trash can. Huge poop. Biggest poop I’ve ever taken. Friend’s family find massive poop in trash can and think that one of them threw out some dog poop, but due to the sheer size they figure that something is wrong with one of their dogs. A few weeks after taking their dogs to the vet, they find out their Yorkie has stomach cancer. Dog dies shortly after, incredibly large poop was seen as a result of the dogs cancer when in reality I pooped in their trash can. They still tell stories of the Yorkie’s poop that was about 3/4 it’s size.

RIP Dennis. You will be missed.”

4. No One Knows The Truth

“I was getting into a car once and somehow managed to slam my eye into the corner of the door.. got a giant black eye from it. Told everyone I got into a fight. No one but me knows the truth.”

5. Doing The Right Thing For Selfish Reasons

“When I was 15, I had my first girlfriend. She was the little sister of one of my very protective best friends, so right off the bat things were a bit sticky. She was a little off and after quite some time of prying she told me in confidence that when she was younger, her uncle abused her. She didn’t want to tell anyone because she figured it would destroy the family. Jump forward six months, and we break up over unrelated matters. The brother(my best friend) called me to a park to talk about it. I was pretty nervous that our friendship would end and the conversation when I got there was leaning towards that. Petty, but we were 15.

In a kind of last ditch effort, I told him about her uncle and what she told me. The conversation was then completely off me and the break up and onto her uncle. We sat there for a long time and I held him as he cried. The fallout from it was massive; the uncle was outed, his wife divorced him, he lost his job, etc. There was major rifts and divides across the entire family that lasted for a very long time. Their family has basically never been the same because of it.

I know what I did was right, because people like her uncle can’t be trusted and the truth should always come out. But in complete honesty, at the time I told my best friend about the uncle I wasn’t thinking about any of that. I was simply trying to distract my friend and take the guilt off me. I’ve never told anyone that and it kind of feels good to let it out. I wasn’t any social justice warrior or even a hero for outing a bad guy, I was just a kid who was nervous.”

6. I Was A Teenage Prostitute

“I made a lot of money working as a prostitute from the age of 19-22.

I stopped because the lifestyle I was living was killing me, I was doing a lot of heroin, I was surrounding myself with really dangerous people who did some really shitty things to me, and I really wanted to kill myself.

I somehow found myself lucky enough to get out and into a new city, and I got help in getting clean. I now work a regular job at a nice coffee shop, I have friends I very much love and are a positive influence on my life.

I’ve told my closest friends, but it obviously isn’t something you go around advertising.”

7. I Don’t Remember It But I’m Pretty Sure He Does

“NSFW response just FYI since I see this thread isn’t tagged. Using a throwaway because i want to get it off my chest, but, you know.

When I was 11 my older brother raped me a number of times(for the record i am male). It was kinda weird in that I literally had no idea what I was doing and don’t even have traumatic memories. It’s just kinda something that I know happened. I didn’t even connect the dots until I was 14, and I didn’t feel that bad about it then.

Honestly, the event probably impacts me more than I give it credit for and I think if I really wanted to just correlate things i would relate a decline in self-valuation to this event. I’m pretty sure my older brother remembers it, he is only 14 months older than me, but I give him the benefit of the doubt. I am pretty sure he didn’t really know what he was doing (I was homeschooled from 6th grade onward so sex ed didn’t exist), and am absolutely certain he regrets it.”

8. Saving Money

“To save up money to move out, I sell nudes.

Some guys want really specific things (leather suits, feet in a certain angle) so it’s easier to ask what they want than trying to find it online. Usually $5-$15 for a few pics and depending on what they want me to do.”

9. A Guilty Pleasure

“I think ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ is one of the greatest songs in history, and when alone in my car, and no other cars are nearby, I try to hit all the notes.”

10. Testicular Torsion Is A Real Thing

“I only have one testicle. The other one was removed when I was in middle school due to Testicular Torsion (where the testicles twist upon themselves) cutting off the blood supply to that area.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get to the ER until several hours later, after 1) going to the normal doctor to see what was wrong, and having to wait a long time in line, 2) the doctor saying I needed to get to the ER ASAP, but when I did the doctors there had apparently mixed up my case with someone else’s (not as urgent) case, so I was waiting in the ER for longer than I should have. And then 3) when I finally got to see a doctor, they had to call a second doctor before I could undergo surgery due to my insurance needing a second opinion. With all of those delays they were only able to save one testicle, while the other one had to be removed.

With that being said, if you have a son who is at the late elementary/early middle school age and they suddenly feel an intense pain in their private area for no apparent reason, please get them to the Emergency Room ASAP.”

11. Laughing Along

“I enjoy getting fucked in the ass with a strapon. I’m a pretty normal guy otherwise, but it’s a bit funny to hear people occasionally crack jokes about the subject and I have to laugh along.”

12. The Samaritan’s Dilemma

“I once talked a dude I had never met out of suicide via a phone call.

Two years later the same dude develops a habit of harassing girls to the point they themselves start feeling suicidal. First time I hear of this I tell him to stop, second time I cut all communication with him.

Third time I outright told him I wished I never saved him, and then snuck to his house and left a bottle of bleach at his doorstep.

The dude is still alive. And I still say that saving him was a mistake.”

13. Couldn’t Hold It

“Pissed on the floor at work because I couldn’t make it to the restroom. I was closing and wanted to get out of there ASAP… misjudged how long I could hold it. Didn’t want to piss pants. Was mopping at the time. Convenient.

I am also female, so it was definitely a commitment (i.e. exposing buttocks).”

14. Dumb Kids Who nearly Died

“When we were seniors, Cody & I were just getting drunk and being dumb kids. He drove us to a friends apartment where I don’t even remember leaving, and went back to my house. I remember trying to convince him to stay the night, but he drove home. This was at 1am. I woke up to him screaming at me at 4am about how he crashed his truck. I live at home.

My Dad walked out because he was getting ready for work, and took Cody home. Cody had wrapped his truck around a pole, and managed to not only walk away but he fucking ran to my house. I saw the truck, I would have been killed had I been in it. Cody’s Dad took the damage for the truck, and my Dad never said anything about it. Cody stopped drinking after that. He’s still my best friend, but being dumb kids almost killed us.”

15. Visited An Escort At Nineteen

“I got an escort once when I was 19.

She was a psych student at the same university and graduated from high school a couple years before me. We had a strangely normal conversation lol, like you would with a barista.

Anyway she wrapped my tool, started jerking me off and I said something like, ‘Oh man I wanna be inside you let’s get this ball rolling!’

And she was like, ‘Sorry honey, I’m not full service.’

So I was like, ‘What’s that mean?’

She explained that it means I’m basically just gonna get a handjob.

She was tugging for like 15 minutes and getting a little annoyed like, ‘Are you close to finishing?’

I had to be like, ‘No offense, but I’m not a virgin or anything like that. I’m at a point in my life where it’s hard to get off to a hand job through a condom.’ She was like, ‘Well you’re gonna have to’ and went back at it. I finally busted like 20 minutes later, my dick was completely red and swollen from the whole thing lol

As I was getting dressed I was like, ‘Hey I’m not mad or anything. I totally understand it’s part of the hustle, but I’m not thrilled at forking out 120 bucks for a handjob. Could you school me on how to get more for my buck if I get an escort in the future?’

She happily explained to me all the lingo, what to ask for upfront what not to say on the phone etc etc.

I thanked her and as I left she was like, ‘What’s your deal dude? You’re not like a typical client, you look good in your little baseball cap and your stylish jeans. You aren’t a virgin, I don’t often get young guys like you.’ I told her I was just out of a bad breakup and had some xmas money from my grandma to burn.

She ended up just complimenting me and encouraging me to just get out and try to date instead of spending grandma’s money on pussy.

The confidence boost was better than the blowjob. Total sweetie, I saw her on campus once but out of politeness/discretion didn’t acknowledge her.

Was a very surreal experience.”

16. Hooks Up With Boss On A Business Trip

“This is a long story. I went on a business trip with a group from work. The day we left I found out that my husband was sleeping with my brother’s wife. Of course the alcohol flowed and the owner of the company began hitting on me. My roommate went to the room early and I stayed out with a bunch of coworkers and the owner at a bar. He began texting me saying that he would walk to his room, I would walk to mine and then he would come over to mine later so no one would know. He gets there and things get heated, we are going full force when my coworker roommate starts screaming at me to shut the fuck up. She gets upset and runs out, gets in her car and goes all the way back home. It was dark and she didn’t see who the man was. We get back to work and she tells everyone that I was fucking a random and she felt unsafe. So my boss(not the owner) decides that he’s going to suspend me for putting myself and my roommate in danger. I’m not telling anyone that it was actually the owner so I was suspended without pay for a week. The owner paid me my weeks wages plus some secretly. He’s 20 years older than me and married:( I left that job because of it.”

17. Burying Doctor Manhattan

“My best friend, lets call him Doctor Manhattan, hung himself two years ago. He was an ex-African refugee from the war in Rwanda, with a very promising career in physics. He actually had an offer to work at the LHC, and he looked very much forward to it that is, until he committed suicide, of course.

It took all of us by surprise. He has always been a very dark individual, and not only by the color of his skin : he definitely had the most fucked up sense of humor Ive ever seen. Were talking about disguising himself as a plantation slave for Halloween, or pretending to be named Kunta Kinte when a stranger asked his name.

Anyway.

Since he died in the middle of Winter, and that I live in a country where it is impossible to bury the dead in the frozen ground, we had to wait until Summer to actually bury him.

That very day, unfortunately, I had to work extra for some bullshit reason. Immediately after my shift, I ran to the cemetery as fast as I could. It was not really far from there, but still ; I did not want to miss that.

Halfway there, I suddenly heard bells ringing, and singing. I knew too well what that meant.

I missed it. It was too late.

As I came upon the cemetery upon the hill, nobody was left there.

Well, almost nobody.

Manhattan only had two white friends in the city ; me, and Green Lantern. And Green Lantern was next to the coffin, crying.

I went up to him, and asked him what was wrong.

GreenLantern : Manhattan’s dead, you fucking retard.

Me: Yeah, but hes been that way for months. Whats wrong?

He looked at me, with tears in his eyes. After a long moment of silence, he finally uttered the right words.

GreenLantern : I cant get over it, .

Me: Well, so cant I, and I missed the fucking ceremony.

GreenLantern : Fuck, .

The heaviest silence fell upon the cemetary, with our dead superhero buddy next to us. Almost as if he wasn’t the most silent one out there. When I had an idea.

Me: Lets fucking bury him.*

Green Lantern stopped crying.

What the fuck are you talking about? he said in amidst of a chuckle.

Me: Lets bury Manhattan. He would have loved it. Come on man.

GreenLantern : Oh, thats so fucked up.

Me: Yeah, but he was.

GreenLantern : Youre right.

So thats how me and my buddy ended up shoveling dirt with our barehands upon the coffin of our dead friend, grieving in about 15 minutes.”

18. Craigslist and His Best Friend’s Dad

“I posted an ad on craigslist looking to give some oral services to ‘Dl/Married Men’ after talking to one of the guys who answered my ad, he seemed sane so I gave him the address to my apartment. Turns out when I opened the door, it was my best friend’s dad. We both acknowledged this event. I still went to town on him. My best friend is the oldest of 3 boys and the family is “Happily Married” fuck. I am scum.”

19. “Female Badass”

“I have the image that I’m a ‘female badass’ when I show everyone how proud I am that I’m single and that I don’t ever want to get married and have kids. Deep down, I would love to have a wedding and start a family. I just know that no one will be able to deal with me. I was in a physically and verbally abusive relationship, and I wake up screaming from my nightmares in the middle of the night. I don’t trust anyone, and I know that others would rather find someone else. But I’m going to keep letting others think that I’m happy being single.”

20. This Guy Will Steal Your Girl

“My brother was trying to get with this girl. But for some reason her and I hit it off one night when he wasn’t around. We just got along really well, it was very natural. I never intended on stealing her from him because I was seeing another girl. Eventually my brother started dating her but she abruptly broke up with him about two months later because I knew she couldn’t stand being around me all the time when I was the one she liked.”

21. Lied About The Abortion

“A three month fling and I had a pregnancy scare after he ended things with me, citing that he ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship’. He had spent a week trying to convince me to have an abortion, even before I found out there was no baby to abort. A few weeks later, I found out he was in a relationship with someone else, whose Facebook profile picture looked like it was taken on his couch and posted at a time when he and I were still together. Being the unstable and jilted person I was years ago, I convinced him I had lied about not being pregnant and actually had an abortion. He and the girl broke up a few days later.”

22. Burying the Hatchet

“So I was 17, horny as can be. I like butt stuff…like a lot. I wasn’t 18 so I couldn’t buy a dildo (when I turned 18 I used my bday money to buy one…another slightly sad thought). I was jonesing for something in my butt. I had tried a sharpie, a few fingers, there were sadly no cucumbers or anything similar nearby either. Then, a thought comes to me as I scan my room. My eyes meet my Great-grandfathers hand carved axe. The handle is shaped rather penis like, the end is like a dick-head, and almost a foot long! It has a carving on it of my Great grandfathers initials. I’m thinking…owch. It’s remarkably smooth, I wouldn’t get a splinter even if I tried, but the intials look rough on the ass. I shuffle for the free condoms I got handed to me at a recent festival I went to. This should make it a little smoother, right? I lube it up with Vaseline after covering it with a condom, and take it to pound town on myself. It was pretty nice, 10/10. Now I have it sitting in my room, 4 years later. It’s mine now since my grandfather passed and every time I see it I think of the night my 100 year old family heirloom pounded my ass as I busted the greatest nut my pure gay teen heart had known thus far.”

23. Trophy Wife

“I went to a rock concert with my uncle and his son. My uncle convinced me that the only way I would get in is if I pretended to be his wife, I had to wear a wedding ring.

My uncle was in his mid 40’s and I was 16. I didn’t understand why I had to be his wife but I went along with it cause I really wanted to see this band.

My uncle didn’t really pull any moves but he saw a couple of his old college friends and actually introduced me as his wife. He was still married to his actual wife. The weirdest part was my cousin, his son, was two months older than me.

Now that I’m older I kinda realized that my uncle played me because he wanted to have some young, hot trophy wife to show off to his friends. Kinda embarrassed I never realized that until two years later. Borderline incest, however he isn’t my blood-relative. His actual wife is my blood-relative.”

24. Holding It

“Ok. I can’t believe I’m actually about to type this because it’s so insanely embarrassing. In high school I did competitive speech competitions. When I was a junior, I finally made it to state for monologue. I only found out that I had made it to state the Monday before the competition because I was first alternate which meant if one of the competitions couldn’t make the competition then I would get to go to state. Since I found out so late notice, it was only my theater teacher and I at the competition and she had to go judge other rounds. The competition was at University of Oklahoma. So I was this little high school girl all alone on this gigantic college campus. I was terrified.

The way the competition went was that you had to perform three rounds over the course of two days and they would take your scores from all three rounds. It was the last round of the first day and I had to pee so bad. We were sitting there waiting for the third judge to come in so we could start. The judge was about thirty minutes late. I was sitting there having to pee and terrified that if I got up to go, the judge would come in and they would start without me. Right as I was about to muster the courage to get up and go use the restroom, the third judge walks in and they start the round. I performed second but there were still four performing after me (each performance was about 6 minutes long). Finally the last person gets up to perform and I’m freaking out in my head cause I can’t wait to get up and pee. The guy that was performing was insanely hilarious. I don’t remember what he said, but at one point he made me laugh so hard that I literally pees my pants. Not just a little pee, I let it all out. I remember looking around the room to see if anyone noticed. They didn’t. Somehow when the round was over, I managed to get up and throw my jacket around my waist and rush out before anyone noticed what I did.

I was so embarrassed. I always wondered if anyone ever noticed when they went to clean the room. The next year when we went to state, my teacher said there was a new rule that before any of the competitors left the room, the judges had to check it was clean because someone the year before peed all over the floor. When my teacher told us that, my whole class cracked up laughing at how ridiculous you would have to be to pee all over the floor. They had no clue it was me.”

25. The Fake Boyfriend Becomes Real

“I pretended to have a long distance boyfriend for 3 years when I was 13, until 16. Everyone else had boyfriends, and I got asked out only by weirdoes. I picked a good name and a good school for him, created lots of memories. I lived in a high school dorm during two years of this fake relationship, and every night I pretended to talk with him on the phone. I was pretty good at lying too. I even cheated on this fake boyfriend with a really great guy, and told the real one I felt guilty and broke up with him. I was fucked up, and I hated myself, but continued it anyway.”

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>>:// [[AGENT TRUTH INTEL]]

>> Note: The only unknown fact on Truth’s dossier is their natural hair color. Photos for the last six years all display different hues and possible wigs. Appears to be a master of disguise. >> Despite being easily distracted in their day to day life, Truth shows incredible focus on missions that comes out when they are under pressure. >> Classified – Washington’s files: Due to Truth’s sibling relationship with Agent Hamilton, Truth must be assigned a new mentor to avoid bias and nepotism. At this time, we have no reason to doubt in Truth’s ability. >> Proficiency: knowledge retention, problem-solving, disguise/alteration.

>>:// [[AGENT TRUTH IS TAKEN]]

Faceclaim: Emma Watson

>>:// ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS CODENAME: TRUTH >>:// DECRYPTING >>:// TEMPORARY ACCESS GRANTED

What skeleton are you applying for?: Agent Truth

Character’s real name: Cleo Abramovich

First choice FC: Emma Watson

Second choice FC: Kimmy Schram, Victoria Magrath

Character gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her

Character age: 25

Please list at least two reasons why the Agency looked to recruit your character:

> Truth is a lawyer now and has the ability to solve problems quickly. She knows how to find the answer and the flaw to reach her goal. Her recruiter probably saw her plead in court, even if it only happened a couple of time. She is also willing to break the law she knows perfectly when it’s needed.

> Truth never forgets anything and assimilate things quickly. Whether they are processes or goals for missions, she will follow the rules she’s given to reach her aim. She’s willing to learn new things and she proved it during her recruitment process.

> She has only been caught once for hacking at the beginning but since then she was clever enough not to catch attention. She’s really good at it and it will be useful for the Agency.

Character backstory:

Cleo is the last child of the Abramovich family – the unplanned child. Unplanned, but not unloved and unwanted. Her parents treated her just like their other children. As far as she remembers, Cleo always felt the need to speak louder than her siblings and to be the annoying little sister everyone loved. She had stories to tell and things to ask. Whenever you felt a little tug at your jumper sleeve, you knew it was Cleo with a new question she needed to solve. How could you say no to her goofy smile and her big blue eyes?

She craved attention, but not at any cost. From the younger age, she was a tomboy. She loved to play in the mud, with car toys and whenever she fell down, she got up as quickly as possible and kept running. She was clumsy. Until the age of ten, there wasn’t a day when she didn’t fall, break a glass or stain her clothes. Sometimes, her parents thought she might do it on purpose, but the truth was, she was making up her own little world in her head and was too distracted to focus on what she was doing.

At school, she was one of the best of her class. She was quick to learn her lessons as long as she was interested in the subject. Hopefully, Miss Westwood knew how to keep her interested by giving her the attention she needed. She was a bookworm, she liked to know everything. That being said, she wasn’t the usual bookworm who spent most of her time alone. Her parents always taught her how important it was to help other people and making friends was easy thanks to her bubbly personality.

However, her teenage years weren’t the funniest part of her life. First of all, not everyone liked her more eccentric appearance – different hair colour every two months, with piercings now and then but still with her casual outfits. This added to the fact that people knew about her sibling being a transgender made her the perfect punchbag. Of course, Cleo supported her sibling in his decision. She was surprised when he told her the news, but as long as it made him happy, she was too. She was so proud of him, always looking up at him like a hero for what he was doing, she couldn’t imagine difficult it would be just moment later. Teenagers can be monsters sometimes, and Cleo learnt it the hard way.

For one year or so, she kept it bottled up inside, refusing to even speak to her family about it. She didn’t want to be seen as a weak person, nor to hurt Arlo. It was probably the thing that made her the angriest – hurting him. Instead, she asked her parents her own laptop “to study more easily”. She quickly learned the basics of hacking. It was easier than she thought even if it took a couple of weeks to completely understand the process. She took control over some of their Social Network accounts. At first, it was just to get a little revenge, but she bit more than she could chew. Eventually, the High School found out about what was happening and who was doing it. Parents asked for Cleo to be expelled.

To say her family was disappointed and pissed was an understatement. And to say she was ashamed was one, too. She joined another High School and hopefully finished her schooling more peacefully. She didn’t stop practising her hacking skills though, except that this time, she was a lot more careful. She then went to college to get a degree in Law and Social Sciences at Columbia. Of course, with what happened during her High School years, her parents refused to let her join an IT course.

Even if it made her upset at first, she knew it would make things easier for her – who would think a law student would break the law? She starting hacking her classmates, then her teachers, just for fun. She didn’t even try to get the exam subjects in advance, no, she didn’t need it, it was just for practice. Then she hacked the university, trying to find the darkest secrets, even checking people’s criminal records in the cops files, but still making sure not to get caught. Absolutely no one knew about the illegal activity.

Thanks to her knowledge retention skills, she was able to graduate and had just passed the bar examination when she was contacted by the Agency. She wasn’t sure what the Agency was, what it was supposed to do and it didn’t reassure her at first. Was it a part of the FBI? The government? How was she supposed to know? But at least for once, they made it look like she wasn’t doing something wrong but instead, she could help people just like her parents taught her.

It wasn’t as obvious to the Agency that Truth was going to successfully pass the three stages of recruitment. Her clumsiness was one of her flaws when she was not on duty, her appearance left some recruiters speechless and her physical condition wasn’t the best either. Hopefully, she was able to join the Tech Agents thanks to her knowledge retention skills and her ability to solve problems even under pressure. Her physical score was just above the minimum score but she promised she would make more efforts – a promise she’s trying to keep. Even if she learnt how to use a gun during the training, she would never be capable of killing someone.

Character personality:

+ Bubbly, Flirty, Faithful, Talkative, Hard-Worker.

- Self Critical, Clumsy, Stubborn, Secret.

Truth has a joyful personality. She likes people and usually, people like being around her. It is almost impossible to listen to silence when you’re around her unless she’s working or in a bad mood, but it doesn’t happen a lot. She always has something to say and can fill the blank in a conversation. People go to her when they feel down, not obviously to confess but because she will change their mind and cheer them up.

She can be a bit flirty now and then and loves to tease her friends. Most of her friends are men but she doesn’t mind being around women as long as they don’t talk about stupid subjects. She usually knows where and when to stop though. She’s not doing it to find love nor hook up with people, she’s always been like this.

Being a tomboy since she’s a child, she doesn’t wear too much makeup and is perfectly fine with the Agency outfits. As long as they provide her what she needs to change her hair and hues, she doesn’t mind at all. People think she changes her look to get attention but they are wrong. She doesn’t need to be eccentric to get attention, she just has to speak louder than others. As surprising as it sounds, Truth doesn’t speak a lot about herself nor what’s going on in her head. She tells stories, but not hers. Even if she grew up, she’s scared to live the same thing as when she was a teenager.

Truth likes contradictions. Despite her colourful look, she likes to keep things simple. More than anyone else she keeps her bedroom clean, just like her desk. Most of the time, when she’s wearing her own clothes, she wears grey, white, black or dark colours such as burgundy or navy blue.

When she’s not on duty or in the labs, she’s often distracted and clumsy. No wonder she ends up with bruises or broken items all the time. She fell countless times down the stairs and broke so many glasses she can’t even remember. She ended up in the infirmary a couple of times already. But she has proven she knows how to deal with it when it’s important and can control herself. When she’s focused, it’s almost impossible to talk to her.

Truth is extremely proud of her brother being one of the founding father. She always was, but even more now. However, she puts a lot of pressure on herself to be as good as him and not disappoint him, which can sometimes be tiring.

OTHER:

> Truth as an old car toy with only three wheels on her desk. She often fiddles it when she’s trying to think. She was never going anywhere without it when she was younger and never let anyone touch it.

> She speaks Russian.

> She as a small tattoo on the side of her right wrist. It’s the starting capital of her siblings’ names.

> She drinks a lot of coffee.

> She plays piano.

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“I Couldoun't take it anymore.”

I’ve heard countless patients make this confession in my clinic, quietly, shamefully, tears swelling in their eyes. I wonder if Ms. Kate Spade and Mr. Anthony Bourdain, in their final moments, alone in their apartment and hotel room, respectively, felt the same way.

My formerly homeless and incarcerated patients have shared myriads of stories, swallowed by their depths of despair, often manifesting as anger, frustration, mental illness and substance use. From successful lawyers and scientists to Marine Corps veterans to single mothers from South America.

The mystery and tragedy of suicide is shrouded by an almost cosmic connection between “us” and “them.” I did not know fashion mogul, Spade, but I can relate to being a woman with a highly stressful career; and as a daughter who loves her mother, I can barely fathom her 13-year-old’s emotional state. As a foodie with my own healthy spices website, I always felt that Bourdain had my job. Who wouldn’t want to travel the world, devouring delicious dishes? But like all of us, he had his demons including a debt-ridden career washing dishes as well as a history of drug addiction. And both icons experienced depression and anxiety.

Suicide is not a stranger in my family. Over 35 years ago, my mother’s cousin – Aunty Rita – killed herself in her early 30s, leaving behind two young children, her twin brother and devastated parents. While the details remain a mystery, we believe she lit herself on fire in her home in Bombay. Not a day goes by that her mother and my mother don’t fondly reminisce “Rita’s radiant smile” and irresistible laugh.

While an entire textbook can be written about suicide, I’d like to share five common misconceptions.

“People who take their lives are weak-willed.” As a society, we continue to stigmatize people with suicidal thoughts or who have died by suicide. Socially discrediting someone during their darkest moments deepens their feelings of hopelessness. Many, though not all, experience depression which is a “brain disorder, not a choice, and affects people without regard for looks, wealth or fame,” according to Candida Fink, a psychiatrist in Westchester, NY. The World Health Organization reports ~800,000 suicide deaths worldwide each year. Breaking down the taboo of suicide and mental illness is key in prevention and treatment.

It mostly affects people who are really struggling – poor, unemployed, homeless.” Suicide does not discriminate. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), suicide rates have increased by 30% nationwide since 1999. While depression was a known diagnosis in ~50% of cases, many other factors play a role. Financial strain, health issues, and stress at home and work were all contributing factors. Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the U.S. and one of only three on the rise (drug overdose and Alzheimer’s disease are the other two). Risk factors include prior suicide attempt, personal or family history of substance use or mental illness, chronic pain, family violence and guns at home.

Suicide affects everyone equally.” This is a bit of a trick. While suicide does impact people from all walks of life – across races, nationalities, religions, professions – some groups are disproportionately affected. Select at-risk groups (per CDC, NIMH):

Men are more likely to die by suicide, but women are more likely to attempt suicide

American Indians and Alaska Natives have the highest rate of suicide; non-Hispanic whites are 2nd

6% of students in Grades 9-12 reported at least one suicide attempt in the past 12 months; girls attempted twice as often as boys (11.6% vs. 5.5%), highest among Hispanic girls (15%) vs non-Hispanic white girls (9.8%; per 2015 Youth Risk Behaviors Survey)

29% of lesbian, gay or bisexual youth attempted suicide at least once in the past year vs. 6% of heterosexual youth (CDC); suicide rates are highest among transgender individuals (41% vs 4.6% among the general public; per American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP)

According to the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA), ~20 veterans die by suicide daily; 7,400 vets took their lives in 2014 (or 18% of all suicides in the U.S.). Suicide prevention, along with opioid safety, remain top concerns at the VA.

Physicians have the highest suicide rate among any professional group, with ~400 doctors taking their lives annually in the U.S. In New York City, two doctors and a 4th-year medical student died by suicide in the past five months

A doctor lays on the ground as several physicians stage suicides during an action to denounce the problem of physician burnout. February 18, 2014 in Paris, France. AFP PHOTO / KENZO TRIBOUILLARD (Photo credit should read KENZO TRIBOUILLARD/AFP/Getty Images)

“There’s nothing I can do to prevent a suicide.” – When a person takes his or her life, the people left behind often feel a sense of helplessness, even guilt. When my aunt died, my mother and other relatives felt they should have known; “we could have prevented her death.” As difficult as it might be to accept, no one else can be blamed for a loved one’s death by suicide. However, we can all take key steps. The National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) recommends the following:

Ask: “Are you thinking about killing yourself?” Not easy, but studies show that asking does NOT increase the risk or suicide or suicidal thoughts.

Be present: Listen to your colleague or loved one. Observe their body language.

Safety: Minimize a suicidal individual’s access to lethal items (e.g. guns, knives, razor blades, stockpiled pills) or places (bridge, highway). Again, not always simple, but removing access to dangerous weapons/locations can be lifesaving. Of note, firearms are the most common method of suicide (with or without mental health issues; source: CDC), accounting for 51% of all suicides in 2016 (AFSP).

Connection: Stay in touch with someone after a crisis or recent hospital release. Suicide deaths decrease when we follow up.

Over 7000 veterans died by suicide in 2014. Manila American Cemetery in Fort Bonifacio, Taguig, Philippines, May 25, 2014. Photo: Ezra Acayan/NurPhoto (Photo by NurPhoto/Corbis via Getty Images)

“I have nowhere to go.” The sense of hopelessness can be profoundly overwhelming. If you or a loved one needs help, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-TALK (8255) where trained counselors are available 24/7, seven days a week. Other numbers to save in your smartphone: a close friend or relative; the Crisis Text Line, 741741; and the local police department. National Alliance of Mental Illness (NAMI), Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA), NIMH and Zero Suicide also offer excellent free online resources.

When I reflect on this past week, I am overcome with many emotions: sadness, confusion, loss. But I also remind myself to replace my biases patience, kindness and sincerity. I think we can all listen, without judgement, to our colleague who’s going through a divorce; our uncle who’s depressed about his wife’s dementia; our neighbor who wears a turban and smells “like curry.” Ask yourself, “What can I say or do to ease someone’s burden?” Our gestures needn’t be grand. Smile at fellow passengers on the subway. Hold a door open. Offer to carry a stranger’s grocery bag.

And if YOU are feeling helpless, alone and/or have thoughts of hurting yourself, please know that you are NOT ALONE. I promise you, someone will listen. Reach out to someone you know and trust, or to a trained professional. Your life has VALUE.

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Mouth Dramaturgy: Quote Unquote @ Edfringe 2017

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Quote Unquote Collective in association with Why Not Theatre presented by CanadaHub with Aurora Nova presents

Mouthpiece

CanadaHub@ King’s Hall

3:30pm daily, August 4-27, with the following days off: August 8, 15, 18, 22, 25;

Preview: August 3, 3:30pm

Following a run in L.A hosted by two-time Academy Award winner Jodie Foster, Mouthpiece brings its vital, relevant and provocative storytelling to the Fringe.

Playing theatrically with the universal themes of women’s voices, thoughts, opinions and place, Mouthpiece is an electrifying and important piece of theatre for all.

What was the inspiration for this performance?

The two of us did not set out to make this play. Initially we were attempting to create a totally different show, one that explored the particularly special nature of female relationships; that specific bond women experience which is at once intimate and violent, beautiful and ugly.

When we kept hitting a wall in rehearsals we decided that to research the issue of women in relationship to each other, we should look at what it is to be an individual woman. And the easiest way to do that was to use ourselves, our own personal experiences.

Once we started looking inward, digging deep to uncover our truths, we had a major feminist awakening. It was a total slap in the face oh shiiiiit moment that had been building inside us for a long time. We were slapped with our own hypocrisy, with the layers of masks we were wearing, the piles of bullshit we had swallowed and internalized and the clear-as-day fact that we were still very much under the thumb of the patriarchy.

And we realized that we had to make a show about that. So the journey that Cassandra takes in Mouthpiece is very much a reflection of our true experience in trying to create this show.

Is performance still a good space for the public discussion of ideas?

Absolutely. I say that because of our direct experience with this play. We have had so many rich, deep, complicated discussions in the wake of performing Mouthpiece.

When we first premiered in 2015, we were surprised and thrilled to find that a play so distinctly about a personal experience could have such a profound impact on men as well as women, both intellectually and emotionally. We heard stories of husbands going home to their wives to open up conversations that had never been cracked open before.

We heard of women from diverse backgrounds sitting in parks and sharing their personal histories with one another for the first time in their lives as a result of the play. We have heard of women leaving abusive partners after the play because of what it stirred up in them.

We have been changed by the discussions we have had with audience members, and they too have expressed that they have been changed. And I honestly believe that this kind of impassioned, visceral, life altering response can only be achieved with live performance. If you want to get people riled up about something, there is no better way then face-to-face.

How did you become interested in making performance?

The two of us were both drawn to study physical theatre originally because it is a discipline where the performer is often also the author. The actor is not simply tasked with a performance but is also driving the ship: developing ideas, writing text, conceiving of design elements, choreographing movement, and has her hands on every aspect of the creation.

We believe that art and performance are simply tools to provoke political and social change. So we are interested in authoring and performing work that is saying something, that is pushing for change. If we weren’t making work with an active message, we would probably be doing something completely different with our lives.

The message is the thing, theater is just what we have studied and know, the tool we use to crack open dialogue and conversation around topics that we feel are absolutely necessary.

Is there any particular approach to the making of the show?

We work through a method of devising, which includes a lot of on-our-feet improvisation, bashing-our-heads-against-walls and collective creation. This is complimented by a writing process where we give each other assignments, set time limits, and then edit each other’s work.

When we first started writing the play, the main goal was to write from as honest a place as possible – admitting all of the darkest secrets and most shameful thoughts that we would never want anyone to know. The reaction to these confessions was usually “I think there’s still a more honest layer underneath of that. You’re still hiding something, try again.” We were trying to expose ourselves and be as vulnerable as possible in every aspect of the creation.

Does the show fit with your usual productions?

Mouthpiece is Quote Unquote Collective’s first production as a company. We have individually worked with many other companies over the last ten years (Amy in the UK with Theatre Ad Infinitum, and Norah in the United States) but this is our first collaboration as co-creators.

That being said, it is in line with our past creations, but is an evolution of the experimentation we have done with vocal work. We have taken the tenets of physical theatre and translated them into the voice. Working with harmony and dissonance, tone, rhythm and dynamics, we have married our physical work with a vaster range of vocalization than either of us has ever worked with before. Our next show Now You See Her will be expanding on this idea - plugging us in for the first time to create a six-woman rock-play. Stay tuned for that.

What do you hope that the audience will experience?

I hope that in watching Mouthpiece, people experience what it feels like to be inside of our female brains. The chaos, the cognitive dissonance, the confusion, the non-linear nature, the mess, the beauty and hideousness, the sexuality, the fear, the moments of clarity and the anger, all at once.

I hope that they will come away feeling as if they were stewed in our brains for 60 minutes and have understood something more about themselves and how the patriarchy has fucked us all up. That as a society we can do better.

What strategies did you consider towards shaping this audience experience?

This play is constructed to reflect how a woman thinks. Structurally, we looked at building Mouthpiece like a crystal. There is a core truth, and light is refracted through it in many disparate directions all at the same time. There is no linear timeline to a crystal, the light comes out of it all at once in different ways, and depending how you move it, that changes.

Although time moves forward through twenty-four hours in the play, we wanted to create the feeling that you could look at it from any direction at any time and see something different. It is layered. It is dense. It is a shock to the system in the dynamic shifts it makes. It is very loud and very quiet, very exuberant and very soft. There is a departure from the traditional storytelling methods on purpose, because that tradition was built by a patriarchal system. Our play attempts to restructure based on the feminine.

Created and performed by Norah Sadava and Amy Nostbakken.

Jodie Foster commented, "When we first saw Norah and Amy’s breath-taking performance in Toronto we were speechless. Mouthpiece touches on every part of the female experience from birth to death using dance, music, wicked humor with just a bathtub for scenery. The result is a new kind of feminist language which ignites pure, intravenous emotion. It’s impossible to describe and truly unforgettable.”

From the producer who brought 2016’s political theatre piece Counting Sheep to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe comesCanadaHub– a season of new and established theatre makers bring work from Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver, Halifax and Calgary to King’s Hall as part of the award-winning Summerhall and Aurora Nova programmes.

CanadaHub comes to the Edinburgh Fringe in partnership with the Canada Council for the Arts, and with support from the Canada High Commission in the United Kingdom and British Council Canada.

3:30pm daily, August 4-27, with the following days off: August 8, 15, 18, 22, 25; Preview: August 3, 3:30pm

Regular run: £10 full, £8 concession, £7 family. Preview: £8 full, £7 family

Age info: 14 and above

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