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jq37 · 3 years ago

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 6

Bitches Be Shopping

What is up y’all. A little late but let’s jump in with episode six of The Seven where our girls have just received a LOT of information, Sam most of all who got put into a little vision coma that she’s just now waking up from.

She explains the vision to her friends (as she interprets it, the other Eidolons didn’t die, just became part of the natural forces of the world) and then the bear that Penny made on a whim last episode (who is Russian, named Koda, and somehow a trained circus bear) gets into a fight with Katja with their friends buffing the two to make things more interesting because these are still idiot teens, life or death situation or no. Yelle decides to be the adult and tells them to knock it off and get back on mission.

That means Katja needs to call her dad since he’s knows the guy who’s the best lead to getting to TK ( Talcidimir Tallbreeze who I’ll call Tal). She actually manages to get her dad this time who is inside a giant snake on his hell mission. Katja asks what he knows about TK and he says she’s a sorcerer but also has a spell book so maybe she’s multiclassed. Sam and Ant desperately want to know if they boned and Katja absolutely is not interested in that knowledge. Yelle decides to just ask which makes her dad a little annoyed since he’s kind of in the middle of something (literally) and that annoys Ant, Ost, and Sam who--respectively, accuse him of gaslighting Kat, cast Command on him, and cast Bane on him to aid the Command spell.

Mr. Cleaver fails the save and Ost commands him to tell Katja the truth. He admits that he did hook up with TK and he regrets it (note: it wasn’t like he cheated. It was just a casual hookup that wasn’t fulfilling it seems). Ost demands he apologize for not being there for Kat and Sam berates him for being at the top of the world and not lifting up his daughter too. For his part, Kat’s dad seems genuinely apologetic and promises to do better.

“You don’t need to be the best father, you just need to be there,” Katja says, making her dad break down crying.

Yelle, who has no daddy issues, is a bit less aggro and says that everyone makes mistakes and he can start making it up right now by helping with the Tal situation. She also gives them the tip that a cold spell will probably get them out of the snake lickety split. She is on the money with the snake tip and Mr. Cleaver gets them all invites to a masquerade ball Tal is hosting. It’s being held on the Rumbosa which is this city-sized leisure ship. Mr. Cleaver says he’ll be back as soon as he can and, in the meantime, she should take care of her friends, “even the first 2 that were terrifying to me.”

The girls give Katja the axe they took as a birthday present (it was apparently her birthday the day before which Rekha just decided and Ost/Izzy refuses to accept without a fight because she *knows* Kat’s bday) which is identified as the Axe of Sundering (it can shatter objects, people, and sometimes concepts like halving movement). The two unnamed potions Yelle found are also ID’d as a Potion of Fly and a Potion of Gaseous Form. She distributes the Heath Potions to people without heals. Ant’s new arrows bypass some resistances and let her treat whatever she hits with the first one like it’s her favored enemy.

According to their invites, the ship they need is docking in the city of Gravalvia soon (a very old city in the Baronies) so they need to figure out a plan. They have some downtime, during which:

Zelda tries to hype up the team.

Zelda tries to see if Ost is OK wrt dad stuff and Ost has a Full Breakdown after badly pretending she’s fine.

While Zelda, Ost, and Penny are being Emotional and Sam is trying to literally cool them down with her powers, Ant and Yelle keep watch and experience emotional stability as the Adults Of The Party

Anyway, after a night of rest, they head to the golden city of Gravalvia which is this very cool, very pretty city with mosaics and fountains and I assume columns. They get there and there’s a dramatic fight happening in the square which is halted when one of the fighters realizes that the country he’s fighting for doesn’t exist anymore. And now, it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for. Shopping Montage! Let’s go girl by girl.

Katja and Ost

Kat asks for help from Ost with getting fancy for this gala since she’s never really done anything dressy before (and she had no mom to help--Kaaaat) and Ost is happy to oblige, dressing them both like “Jersey trash”. Kat, of course, still wears her Khakis underneath.

Antiope

Ant decides to get a vibe for what people here wear and picks something that will blend in but be forgettable so she can be stealthy. Classy blue dress and mask.

Penny

Penny...OK, I absolutely cannot describe what happens here in any way that will do justice to the scene. I am going to tell you what matters to the plot. You have to watch this yourself if you want to see the entire table have a collective breakdown.

While looking for a costume, Penny runs into a halfling who is a member of the Society of Shadows--Laertes. He wants to know why she hasn’t responded to their invitation yet. She says she’s really eager to join, she just wasn’t sure how to respond (and also, she’s kind of in the middle of something). He says she can join by just messaging back and then her loved ones just have to sign waivers to have their memories wiped of her and she’s good to go. Say what now? asks Penny. She didn’t realize this was like a full Men in Black situation.

He says it’s ultimately her decision and leaves.

Of course, I left out the parts where he ate a handful of Candy Heart’s remains, became violently ill, almost projectile vomited into Penny’s mouth, and she tried to kiss him despite him being a full adult. It’s A Lot, ok?

Also, we don’t find out until later but Penny picks a sexy duck costume for reasons that make more sense if you watch the scene but not *much* more sense. She also burns one of the healing potions on this dude as he is bar

Danielle

Danielle tries to get some info on the guests at the party and gets the names Lawrence LaDuc, Princess Autumn, and Duston who is the playboy cousin of Tal. She also hears some dude saying some colonize and plunder the earth BS and casts Heat Metal on him, fully mercing the dude. Ice cold.

She tries to play it off like it’s the Curse of the Forest and when that doesn’t work and people start coming for her, she wildshapes into a dragon wyrmling and starts roasting people, killing 1 and dropping 2 to zero.

Unfortunately, one of her party members is a known dragon hater and uses her new arrows to snipe her right out of the sky. Ant is horrified once she realizes what she’s done but Yelle says it’s all good. It’s NOT all good, says Ant, I STABBED YOU. You’re allowed to be mad! Yelle says she’s just really good at compartmentalizing but what Ant’s getting here is that Yelle doesn’t really believe that her feelings matter which echo the fears of her moms.

Sam

Sam uses a combination of Mantle of Inspiration, glamour magic, performance, and good old flirting to get herself some killer clothes and also start a spontaneous musical number Giselle style.

Brennan says she looks resplendent and, honestly, when does she not?

They reconvene, Zelda in a classic hoop skirt. Yelle realizes she never got a costume and just whips out a Met Gala level, autumn themed, Queen Mab-esque costume with Druidcraft which she could have done this whole time so I guess that’s why she was cool spending her shopping time getting gossip and playing Poison Ivy.

They get to the ship and the way this works, everyone has to make an entrance and the really rich people (including Tal) are on a dais up top watching everyone come in. They all have to give fake names for the night since it’s a masquerade and they have to do Performance or Persuasion checks to see how impressive they look going in.

Before they go in, they plan a little. Penny wants to look for TK. Sam wants to find Dunston. Ost wants to talk to the bouncers. Yelle wants to see if there are plants she can manipulate (there are btw) and for any exits.

A quick rundown of how these all go:

Katja aka Mere (which means both mom and horse): 16

Ant aka Midnight Huntress: 18

Penny aka Penny Duckstone: 13

Zelda aka Madame Goodparty: 2 (Poor Zelda)

Sam aka Songbird: 22 (but she takes a hit to entrance save Zelda from totally flaming out)

Ost aka Stanley Gucci: 13

And Danielle, who never hogs the spotlight and is embarrassed to admit that maybe she does want to be the center of attention for once in her life with a Natural 20, gets a 29, absolutely bringing down the house as Empress Anima. As she walks forward she feels a voice say to her, “You got this. I love the name. You wear it well.”

Tal seems very impressed by her and a lady in a rabbit mask (Coeliabranca who I’ll call Coel if she comes up more) comes down to bring her up to the top with the high rollers. As she leaves, Sam casts Fly on her, just in case and holds the Concentration.

Ost and Kat go talk to the bouncers and Kat decides to pretend to be her mom to get access to the area Yelle is. She rolls low and is told, “Hey, aren’t you already up there?” Kat is like, fuck and Ost saves her by using her charm earrings to get an entourage of guards who will let them through and do what she says. Once up there, Kat doesn’t see her mom which I can imagine she has mixed feelings about.

Sam finds Dunston who is talking about Fantasy Bitcoin and seems like a real “Step on me mommy” type you know? Like, I feel like he’s into findom. Anyway, Sam charms him and his hangers on and learns about a procedure called a Phlebectomy that involves something going into their nose and then they feel better. Sam is rightfully horrified because, as I said, she is Most Likely To Survive A Horror Movie and can sense BS when she sees is. It’s apparently all the rage with the rich people here which is, como de dice, concerning seeing as they’re surrounded by them but we’ll get to that. Sam takes advantage of Dunston’s proclivities and gets him alone, knocks him out, steals him clothes, and pretends to be him (a *very* good scene by Sephie).

Penny sees a gnome gnome boy (Lysander Higgins) shining shoes and finds out from him that there is a copper earth genasi woman here. In a very Cinderella move, she asks what shoes she was wearing. Then, she makes out with him which like, sure. At least it’s not a grown adult man this time. Before she gets her kisses in, she does tell the group what she learned.

Up with the rich people, Yelle is introduced to Tal’s friend who is into Eidolons because of the name she chose. Between the shoes and her knowledge, they confirm that it’s TK! Yelle asks what she knows about Eidolons and she says that 7 is a very powerful number.

We cut to Ant who is patrolling the room as the sun sets and she suddenly hears a little beeping. It’s coming from a small crystal that was in Preston’s shirt (which she still has on her because???). Guests start dripping goo from their noses and transforming into monsters. Ant realizes that some kind of spell is happening triggered by midnight and this beeping. Hope these costumes are battle ready cause it’s fight time baybee!

Superlatives

Danielle: Most Likely to Be on The News for Murdering Fantasy Jeff Bezos

I cannot imagine what was running through Yelle’s head when she decided that, having just rolled into a foreign country, her next move was to start using lethal force on anti-environmentalist colonizing capitalists. Like, she’s not *wrong* per se but she is wild--in all senses of the word.

Random Thoughts

Kat keeps saying yesterday was her birthday which Ost/Izzy (and the rest of the group to a less vocal degree) are simply not having because maybe her dad would forget her birthday but her girls absolutely would not.

“You’re great because you stayed,” is the other killshot Kat line to her dad.

At a certain point Sam says, “This is so unhealthy,” to I think Yelle and like, if SAM is telling you your coping mechanisms are unhealthy, get thee to therapy.

OK, so someone, presumably Anima’s spirit, talks to Yelle as she makes her grand entrance which seems like info they should get to Talura ASAP, right? Cause that’s evidence they’re not dead-dead, just changed in form. But also Anima, girl. Don’t talk to Yelle. Talk to your rampaging sister!

"That's my secret, I stay in initiative."

Just a process note, notes are taken for the next ep and I am working on getting that recap up ASAP. As a battle ep, it will be in the abbreviated style that I did for last battle ep.

In this episode, Penny rolls a Nat 1 (which she rerolls) and one of Brennan’s NPCs rolls a Nat 1. Ant rolls 2 Nat 20s, Yelle rolls 1, and Brennan says that one of his NPCs gets a 20 which sweeps him entirely into Sam’s dance number.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #the seven #the seven spoilers

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lochtayboatsong · 4 years ago

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The Jesus Christ Superstar essay absolutely no one asked for.

Last weekend, I watched the pro-shot of the 2012 arena tour of Jesus Christ Superstar starring Ben Forster, Tim Minchin, and Melanie C, because it was Easter and it was up on YT for the weekend. I never managed to do my annual listen-through of Leonard Bernstein’s Mass this year, as is my usual Easter tradition, so I figured “Why not watch/listen to this instead?” It was my first time seeing and hearing JCS in full, and Y’ALL, it has been living rent-free in my brain ever since. I have a mighty need to get my thoughts out, so here they are, in chronological order by song.

1) Prologue: I love the way JCS 2012 makes use of the arena video screen. The production design and concept clearly took a lot of inspiration from the “Occupy ______” movement, which makes it feel a bit dated now. But every single production of JCS is a product of its time period, so this is a feature and not a bug.

2) Heaven On Their Minds: This is a straight-up rock song. It wouldn’t be out of place on any rock and roll album released between 1970 and 2021, and it boggles my mind that Webber and Rice were both in their early twenties when they wrote it. Also, the lyric “You’ve begun to matter more than the things you say” hits hard no matter the year.

3) What’s the Buzz: A+ use of the arena screens again, this time bringing in social media to set the tone. Also, this song establishes right from the outset that Jesus is burnt out and T I R E D by this point in the story. Seriously, can we just let this man have a nap?

4) Strange Thing Mystifying: Judas publicly calls out Mary and Jesus claps back. Folx, get you a partner who will defend your honor the way Jesus defends MM in this scene. Also Jesus loses his shoes and is mostly barefoot for the remainder of the show.

5) Everything’s Alright: Okay, this is one of the songs I have A LOT to say about. First, it’s important to know that I was a church musician throughout all of my adolescence and into my early adulthood. The pianist at the services I usually played at was a top-notch jazz pianist, and also my piano teacher for about six years while I as in high school and undergrad. (Incidentally, I had a HUGE crush on his son, who was/is a jazz saxophonist and clarinetist and also played in the church band, but that’s a story for another day.) One of the hymns we played a few times a year was called “Sing of the Lord’s Goodness,” which is notable for being in 5/4 time. Whenever this hymn was on the schedule, it was usually the recessional, or the last song played as the clergy processed out and the congregation got ready to leave, so we were able to have some fun with it. After a couple verses the piano player and his son would usually morph it into “Take Five,” a famous jazz standard by Dave Brubeck which is also in 5/4 time. Anyway, the first time I listened to this song in full, it got to Judas’s line “People who are hungry, people who are starving,” and I sat bolt upright and went “HOLY SHIT THIS IS ‘SING OF THE LORD’S GOODNESS/TAKE FIVE.’” And I was ricocheted back in time to being fourteen and trying to keep up with this father/son duo in a cavernous Catholic church while simultaneously making heart-eyes at the son. Final note: This is the only song in the musical to feature all three leads (Jesus, Judas, and Mary Magdalene) and is mostly Jesus and MM being soft with each other in between bouts of Jesus and Judas snarling at one another.

6) This Jesus Must Die: I LOVE that all the villains in this production are in tailored suits. LOVE IT. Also, Caiaphas and Annas are a comedy duo akin to “the thin guy and the fat guy,” except in this case it’s “the low basso profundo and the high tenor.” Excellent use of the arena video screen again, this time as CCTV.

7) Hosanna: My background as a church musician strikes back again. It honestly took me two or three listens to catch it, but then I had another moment of sitting bolt upright and going “HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PSALM.” Psalms sung in church usually take the form of call-and-response, with a cantor singing the verses and the congregation joining in for the chorus. If I close my eyes during this song, I have no trouble imagining Jesus as a church cantor singing the verses and then bringing the congregation in for the “Ho-sanna, Hey-sanna” chorus.

8) Simon Zealotes: This is part “Gloria In Excelsis” and part over-the-top Gospel song. Honestly it’s not my favorite, but it marks an important mood change in the show. The end of “Hosanna” is probably Jesus at his happiest in the entire show, and then Simon comes in and sours the mood by trying to tip the triumphant moment into a violent one. Jesus is not truly happy again from this moment on.

9) Poor Jerusalem: Also not my fave. It kinda reads like Webber and Rice realized that Jesus didn’t have a solo aria in Act I, so they came up with this. But it has the distinction of containing the lyric, “To conquer death you only have to die,” which is the biggest overarching theme of the story.

10) Pilate’s Dream: Pontius Pilate might be the most underrated role in this entire show, and I love that this production has him singing this song while being dressed in judge’s robes.

11) The Temple: The first half of this is one of the campiest numbers in Act I, at least in this production, and it’s awesome. The second half is one of the saddest, as Jesus tries to heal the sick but finds there are too many of them. Also the whole scene is almost entirely in 7/8 time, which I think is just cool.

12) I Don’t Know How To Love Him: Mary Magdalene’s big aria, and one of the songs I knew prior to seeing the full-length show. This production has MM taking off her heavy lipstick and eye makeup onstage, mid-song, which is kind of cool. Melanie C says in a BTS interview that MM’s makeup is her armor, so this is a Big Symbolic Moment.

13) Damned For All Time: The scene transition into this song is played entirely in pantomime, and I love it. The solo guitarist gets to be onstage for a bit, A+ use of the video screen again to show Judas on CCTV, etc. Love it. And then this song is Judas frantically rationalizing what he’s doing, and what he’s about to do, with Caiphas and Annas just reacting with raised eyebrows and knowing looks.

14) Blood Money: This is where the tone of the show really takes a turn for the dark. I think this might be one of Tim Minchin’s finest moments as Judas, because his facial expressions and microexpressions throughout this scene speak absolute volumes. And the offstage chorus quietly singing “Well done Judas” as he picks up the money is a positively chilling way to end Act I.

15) The Last Supper: Act II begins with major “Drink With Me” vibes. (Except JCS came WAY before Les Miz, so it’s probably more accurate to say that “Drink With Me” has major “The Last Supper” vibes.) Jesus and Judas have their knock-down, drag-out fight, and it’s honestly heartbreaking, thanks again to Tim Minchin’s facial expressions. A well-done production of JCS will really convey that Jesus and Judas were once closer than brothers, even though their relationship is at breaking point when Act I begins.

16) Gethsemane: This is Jesus’s major showpiece and one of my faves. Jesus knows he has less than 24 hours to live, he knows he’s going to suffer, and worst of all, he doesn’t know whether it’s going to be worth it. It’s an emotional rollercoaster to watch and to perform, and it goes on for ages: something like 6 or 7 minutes. Fun fact: the famous G5 is not written in the score. Ian Gillan, who played Jesus on the original concept album, just sang it that way, so most subsequent Jesuses have also done it that way. Lindsay Ellis has a great supercut of this on YT. John Legend notably sang the line as written during the 2018 concert.

17) The Arrest: Judas’s Betrayer’s Kiss is played differently across different productions. The 2012 version is pretty tame - I’ve seen clips and gifs of other productions, including the 2000 direct-to-video version, where they kiss fully on the mouth and have to be dragged apart by the guards and it is THE MOST TENDER THING. Then the 7/8 riff from “The Temple” comes back and the 2012 version lets the video screen do its thing again as Jesus is swarmed by reporters.

18) Peter’s Denial: Not much to say about this one, as it’s basically a scene transition. But it’s a significant moment in the Passion story, so I’m glad they included it.

19) Pilate and Christ: The 2012 production continues with the theme of Caiaphas, Annas, and Pilate all being bougie af, since Pilate intentionally looks like he just came from tennis practice during this scene. Also he does pilates...hehehe.

20) King Herod’s Song: Tim Minchin says in a BTS interview that JCS works best when Jesus and Judas are played seriously and the rest of the production is allowed to be completely camp and wild and bizarre all around them, and he is bloody well CORRECT about that. Case in point: King Herod. There is not a single production of JCS that I know of where Herod is played “straight.” He’s been played by everyone from Alice Cooper to Jack Black, and everyone puts a different zany spin on him. In JCS 2012 he’s a chat show host in a red crushed velvet suit, who is clearly having the time of his LIFE.

21) Could We Start Again Please: This is another of my faves. Just a quiet moment where MM, Peter, and the disciples try to grapple with the fact that Jesus is arrested and things are going very, very badly. This is also my favorite Melanie C moment of the 2012 show. Her grief is very real, and the little moment she has with Peter at the end is very real.

22) Death of Judas: This is basically Tim Minchin screaming for about five minutes, and incredibly harrowing to watch on first viewing.

23) Trial Before Pilate: Possibly my single favorite scene in the entire 2012 production. This is another harrowing watch, but there’s so much to take in. The “set” that the entire show takes place on is essentially just a massive staircase, and the people with power are almost always positioned above the people without power. In this scene, the crowd shouting “Crucify Him!” is positioned above Pilate, which is a very telling clue to Pilate’s psychology during this scene. Jesus is at the very bottom of the stairs, of course. Excellent use of the video screen once again during the 39 Lashes, to show the lash marks building and building until the entire screen is a wash of red. Pilate’s counting also gets more and more frantic, especially starting around “20.” And all the while the guitar riff from “Heaven On Their Minds” is playing. Jesus’s line “Everything is fixed and you can’t change it” is played quite differently in different productions - here it’s defiant, but elsewhere (in JCS 2000 for example) it’s almost tender, like Jesus is absolving Pilate for his part in the trial. But it always ends the same - with Pilate almost screaming as he passes the sentence and “washes his hands” of the whole sorry business.

24) Superstar: The most over-the-top number in the show. Judas, who died two scenes ago, comes back to sing this. There are soul singers. There are girls in skimpy angel costumes. The parkour guys from the prologue are back. Judas pulls a tambourine out of hammerspace midway through the song. And Jesus is silently screaming and crying as he gets hoisted onto a lighting beam while all this is going on.

25) The Crucifixion: More of a spoken-word piece than a song, it’s Jesus’s final words on the cross over eerie piano music, and another harrowing watch.

26) John 19:41: An instrumental piece in which Jesus is taken from the cross and carried, at last, to the top of the stairs, before being lowered out of sight as the video screen turns into a memorial wall and everything fades to black.

So. I know I’m anywhere from three to fifty-one years late to this particular party, but I am on the JCS bandwagon now and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. :)

#jesus christ superstar #jcs 2012 #jcs is all i have been thinking about all week sorry not sorry #ben forster #tim minchin #melanie c #andrew lloyd webber #tim rice

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thebisexualdogdad · 4 years ago

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Kinktober day 13: M is for Masochism with Dorian Gray

Co-written with @inhumanshadows

When you and Dorian started sleeping together you were fully aware of his long history with sex demons and not only did he like it rough but he also liked it painful.

You had him tied to your bed, blindfolded as you raked your nails over his thighs.

Dorian’s legs shook as you marveled at the marks now adorning his thighs.

“So beautiful...” you say, kissing his thigh, “what should I do to you next Dorian?”

He bit his lip and rolls his hips signalling he wants your mouth on his cock.

"Not yet baby boy," you smile kissing his v lines instead.

"Please Y/N," he groans.

"Not until I say so," you say biting a mark into his waist.

He gasps as you lick the spot, “wanna try again?”

He's a mess as your lips explore his torso, leaving bite marks with your tongue soothing them afterwards along the way.

You get to his neck feeling his hard cock twitching and you smile before marking his neck up with several hickies.

You stand back and admire your handy work. Various hickeys dot Dorian’s skin, the colors a nice contrast, many centered around his chest, hips and thighs.

“You’re always such a good boy for me," you say praising him.

"I've been so good so I should get my reward," he grunts.

"For that you're going to have to wait even longer," you tease.

Dorian tugs on the handcuffs in frustration and you see his wrists bruising.

You snap your fingers and the cuffs are replaced with strong silk ties, “sorry my love,” you say kissing his cheek.

With another snap of your fingers he's flipped over on his hands and knees.

He's pulling on the silk wrapped around his wrists when your hand firmly smacks his ass, you loved the little yelps he made at shock. “Start counting” you say sternly.

You deliver another smack to his other cheek and watch his ass jiggle.

He counts as you smack his ass over and over again.

By the time he reaches ten his ass is completely red.

"Do your little sex demons make you feel like this?" You ask him.

"They could never make me feel as good as you do," he sighs.

His ass is sore but he wants more, his cock is leaking from the amount of pleasure he's in.

You look between his legs to see the growing puddle so you smirk and nudge his balls with your foot, “such a glutton for pain and punishment huh baby? Maybe I should take a picture and send it to Nicky? You want that?”

"Yes," he groans.

You grab your phone and take multiple pictures of Dorian, sending them off to Nick who quickly responds with a "have a fun time boys wish I was there".

You think he's finally had enough torment and position yourself behind him, rubbing your cock against his tender ass.

Dorian sighs at the soft contact.

You applied a small amount of lube to his ass and your cock and you smack it against his cheeks before pushing in and bottoming out in one go.

This causes Dorian to cry out in pleasure and pain.

“Praise Satan!!” He moans.

“Satan has nothing to do with it darling.”

He laughs at your joke but immediately moans again when you begin to thrust your hips.

Your nails dig into his back leaving deep cuts down his spine.

You make a note to heal those a bit when you’re finished.

Dorian is grunting hard at every harsh and rough snap of your hips.

You watch as his cock swings useless in the air.

You grab his thick curly hair and pull him up against your chest, “tell me you little warlock,” you growl in his ear, "tell me who you belong to."

"You," he sighs.

"Louder," you order.

"You Y/N, I'm yours!" He shouts and you tug on his earlobe with your teeth making him yelp.

“Good boy. I think you’ll finally get your reward... I’m gonna fill your pretty ass.”

You snap your fingers and an enchanted cock ring appears on Dorian.

He wants to cum so badly but the cock ring is now stopping him.

You're pounding his ass and his moans are being covered by the sound of your thighs slapping together which burns Dorian from the spanking you gave him earlier.

Dorian is in for lack of a better term- heaven- as you mercilessly pound him.

“Let me have it Y/N!”

“Oh I will Dorian, believe me and when I’m done I’m gonna send Nick a few photos and maybe he’ll use you after...”

With a few more rigorous thrusts your cumming inside him, continuing to fuck him as your load fills him.

Dorian feels an orgasm rip through him but once that’s done he sees he’s still hard and leaking.

“No...” he gasps at the revelation.

“That’s right. You’re not spilling a drop unless I say so. But you did so good baby,” you kiss his cheek, slowly pulling out.

You lay him on his stomach and heal him a little.

“What about the pictures for Scratch?” Dorian asks, tired.

“Those can wait until you’ve rested. Now sleep a bit my love.”

You cast a sleep spell and continue to heal him, Nick popping up not long after.

“Whew... you did a number on him," he says proudly.

Just wait until the morning and we take that ring off of him," you grin, "he's gonna cum so hard he might just pass out."

"Now that I'd love to see," Nick smirks.

#chilling adventures of sabrina imagine #dorian gray imagine #dorian gray x reader #x male reader #fic #co write #inhumanshadows #kinktober

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crashingmeteorz · 4 years ago

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rich kid runaways (ft. yuexzukoxtoph friendship)

for my 100 Followers Celebration - credit to @aroacebitchboi for this amazing idea!

zuko faces his father in the agni kai, and when he is told what he must do in order to be welcome in his homeland again, he just says “fuck this” and runs away.

he’s not sure where he’s gonna go, just that he has to get out, and fast, because his dad’s gonna kill him. like. for real. so he stows away on a fire navy ship headed Literally Anywhere Else (and maybe the soldiers don’t care! because he’s 13 and hurting children is a disgrace! maybe they sneak him food and blankets idk!)

yue, meanwhile, in the north pole, has just been told she is going to enter an arranged marriage for the good of her people when she turns 16. respectfully, she asks her father what exactly this marriage will do, politically speaking. the north isn’t at war with itself, in fact they’re more united than ever. maybe if it were a southern water tribe boy, sure, but no, it’s going to be a northern boy.

her father just tells her it’s imperative to the stability of the tribe that they uphold tradition. yue, realizing this is bullshit, even at the tender age of 13, says “fuck this”, and runs away.

she is all but screwed without waterbending or any practical survival knowledge - except, she’s been chosen by the moon spirit. when she steals a boat and heads south, the moon takes pity on its ward and keeps her safe, at least on her waterbound journey. once she lands on the northern shores of the earth kingdom, yue depends on the kindness of strangers to survive.

zuko, meanwhile, is angry and mistrustful and afraid when he ends up on the western shores of the earth kingdom, and he depends entirely on his determination to survive. he learns to live off the land the hard way, and avoids major cities and towns for fear of being found out as a firebender. of course, if he’s ever spotted, he’s regarded with pity and empathy because of the festering burn on his face, but zuko doesn’t realize that.

yue never stays in one place too long, bouncing from family to family and learning more skills in a few months than she was ever taught in her whole life up north. she cooks and cleans and sews, yes, but she also farms and skins hunted animals and does house repairs. she is happily taken into homes because of her ability to heal - though never a waterbender, yue still learned basic healing with the other northern women, and can manage even bad wounds all on her own.

afraid she’ll be recognized by her vibrant hair, however, yue continues her journey south, considering running to the south pole for sanctuary. she wonders how their women are treated. zuko, meanwhile, lives alone in the wilderness most of the time, and moves very slowly up the west coast.

they’re 14 when their paths cross. three fire nation soldiers harass yue while she’s journeying along a rural road, asking her for a made-up toll. usually trading in work, yue has no money to speak of. the soldiers threaten violence, and, though he is afraid of being caught by his countrymen, zuko was never one to let bullies have power over the innocent.

he emerges from the forest, swords in hand, attacking the soldiers. at first it seems like he has the upper hand - and then he stumbles, and the soldiers laugh and pull him up to beat him. zuko panics and relies on instinct - firebending at the soldiers and burning them badly. they run away yelling, and zuko panics, certain that he’ll be caught out. he goes to run, but yue stops him.

“you’re hurt,” she says, pointing to where he’d been cut by the soldiers’ swords. “please, let me help you. it’s the least i can do.”

“you’re not scared of me?” zuko asks in confusion, looking around wildly, afraid his father will pop out of the trees and strike him down.

“you saved me,” yue says, just as confused, because between the rescue and the obvious burn mark, she doesn’t really think this boy would have any reason to hurt her. also he’s kinda shrimpy, and yue, who has built up some strength through hard work, is pretty sure she could take him. “come on, i have some herbs. is there clean water nearby?”

shocked that anyone in the earth kingdom wouldn’t call for zuko’s arrest on the spot, zuko leads yue to a stream in the forest. yue silently patches his wounds, and then eventually asks if she can get a look at his eye. apart from the initial work of the fire nation healers, zuko hadn’t really done much to treat his eye, and it’s so badly crusted he can barely see out of it. when yue reaches for him, he jerks away.

“i don’t need your help!” he snaps, standing and shaking himself off. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

“excuse me.” says yue, standing as well, because who is he to talk to her that way? “i didn’t ask you for help, you chose to do that. and you’re mad at those soldiers, not me, so why don’t you try being a little nicer?”

they stare at each other furiously for a moment. then yue sighs and says “i think i can help you with your eye, so that you can see. let me do that and i’ll leave you alone.”

it’s painful, and a very slow process, but with water warmed by zuko’s bending (”just heat up the water.” “someone could see!” “we’re in the middle of a literal forest! who’s spying! the frogs???”) and a few medicinal herbs, yue manages to clear away most of the crust and dead skin over zuko’s eye. when he finally opens it again, he’s shocked to find that he can see.

“well, i won’t bother you anymore,” yue says huffily, moving to leave the forest. as she does, she realizes she doesn’t know where the heck she is. zuko’s still marveling at how different the world looks with two eyes.

“umm, which way is out?” yue asks him. zuko snaps back to reality and says “oh, um. i’ll show you.” because he is, admittedly, grateful.

of course, when they try to leave the forest, they run into bandits and barely escape. then yue reccomends they take a country road, and zuko reluctantly agrees, except they run into more bandits. after the fourth round of bandits in two weeks, they’re convinced they’ve been cursed with bad luck.

“can we just go to a town or a city?” yue asks, panting from their desperate escape. “we’re not having much luck living in the wild.”

“i was fine until you showed up!” zuko retorts, panting as well. “fine! then i’ll leave!” yue yells back.

“wait,” zuko says, and yue turns, tapping her foot impatiently. “i’m sorry,” zuko says, to yue’s shock, because if her few weeks with this kid who calls himself lee has taught her anything, it’s that he does not apologize. “i don’t really...understand, um, local people and-“

“let me do the talking,” yue says, gentle as always, reaching for zuko’s arm. he smiles at her, a real, happy smile, and they make their way to the nearest earth kingdom town.

after that, yue and zuko are inseparable. they argue a lot, naturally, but they become good friends, too. yue says she always wanted a sibling, zuko says he always wanted a different sibling, so it’s nice, to have each other. without going into too much detail, they bond over their shared experiences of pre-determined destinies and overbearing parental figures (“my father said i have to get married for the good of the people! what does that even mean?” “tell me about it, my father got mad that i talked out of turn, so he tried to kill me.” “...he what?” “hahaha just kidding that’s not a normal thing that happens.”) no matter how scary it gets, they agree, the earth kingdom makes them feel freer than they ever have before.

does the food they cook suck because they’ve never had to cook in their lives? yes. do they sometimes put all four feet in their mouths because of how they speak to the poor people of the earth kingdom? yes. have they ticked off a lot of fellow teenagers for acting bratty? yes. (“what, so, you don’t have palaces around here?” yue asks. “yeah, where are the royal gardens?” zuko asks. “leave before we rock your shit.” says Every Teenager They Meet.) but at the end of the day, they’re happy.

at 15 they reach a city called gaoling. by now they can both do enough odd jobs that they always have some pocket money on them, although yue still struggles to behave in a way that isn’t dainty and delicate, and zuko still struggles with basic social skills.

they’re getting ready to move along, when they’re stopped by a girl. she’s young, about 11, and entirely blind. she’s being chased by a loud crowd, who seem to be just around the corner.

“please!” the girl says. “help hide me! they’re after me! i think they’re going to kidnap me!” yue and zuko, who are the captains of the child-protection-squad, immediately move to protect the girl.

“this way!” zuko says, and the three of them run down narrow streets and alleyways, in and around shops, until they’re stopped at the city gate by the mob going after the girl.

“alright, kid,” the leader, a tall, buff man with long greasy hair says. “you’ve stolen from us for the last time.”

“how many time do i have to tell you?” the girl bellows, much different than her sweet and innocent pleas from before. “i won fair and square! you’re just mad because you got your butt kicked by a little girl!”

before zuko and yue can even react, the girl pummels the mob of men with an avalanche of rocks, and then launches the earth they’re standing on into the air, landing them far outside of the city limits in a dizzying display.

“woo! that was awesome!” the girl says gleefully pumping her arms. zuko and yue are both trying to wrap their heads around what just happened. “thanks for the help. not that i needed it, i just didn’t want my parents’ guards to see me bending...i wasn’t really planning on running away, but, i mean, i doubt they’ll even notice i’m gone-”

“just a second,” yue says, collecting herself. zuko’s jaw is still hanging open. “who are you?”

the girl grins smugly. “name’s toph. who are you?”

i cannot fully express how much i love this idea. top-notch. god-tier. thank you again!

#rich kid runaways #100 follower celebration #zuko #yue #toph #atla #avatar the last airbender #life happens wherever queue are

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thejoshuaglenn-blog · 3 years ago

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You're a Good Boy, Charlie Brown

The key purpose of a Tumblr blog here is really a brain dump: logging thoughts, feelings, narrative and such is easier in long form than via a brief Facebook post that generates half a dozen "oh no, what happened" comments. As I'm writing this, most of it seems like bullet points and organized timelines. If you're looking for a TL;DR or current state of thoughts, it's the last section titled The Day After, and the Day After That.

A few days ago, Niko and I said goodbye to our first dog, Charlie Brown.

I'm not keen to chat about it a lot. There's more to process than I have time to type; most of it centers around being fair to myself and to Niko, taking the time to appreciate his life without beating ourselves up, and avoiding the overwhelming mire that grief can become.

Joining the Family

CB was a rescue, a hapless victim of the 2016 Louisiana floods and a happy-go-lucky participant in a "dog for a day" event hosted by a local shelter. I fully expected to rent him out for a day, give him a few great experiences, and return him. For myriad reasons, we never did bring him back to Pet Rescue by Judy, and he's been with us ever since.

At adoption, he was estimated to be around 4-8 years old. With a kicked-in shoulder that offset his collarbone and ribcage, some assorted dental issues, and other little signs of damage (cigarette burns, what the heck is wrong with people), it was tough to really gauge his age. That means he left this world at the ripe old age of something like 9-13, which isn't terrible considering all he'd been through.

Charlie Brown was the iconic good boy. He seldom barked, he never licked or jumped, and just wanted to be in the same room as his favorite people. He had a few toys that he cherished, never ripping them up, just carrying them with him from room to room and whining a bit, unsure of where he could store them for safekeeping. Apart from some separation anxiety issues and an occasional urge to bolt out the door and book it as far as he could, CB was by all accounts an easy first dog: more like a low-effort cat than anything else.

Slowly Falling Apart

Over time, the health issues increased. Intermittent but predictably regular upset tummy. Bad gums, bad teeth. Random gooey skin lesion. Eye ulcers. Since October, we've been averaging 2-3 unplanned vet visits a month — many incurring some hefty bills. We'd take out another credit card, find another financing plan, but it adds up. So does the emotional toil on the family; so does the anxiety toll on the dog.

You start to think about quality of life for the dog, you know? He'd had a few teeth removed to sew up his gums after they kinda detached and fell apart from his jawbone — so he couldn't chew anything hard. Couldn't even chew a tennis ball, which was the only toy he took interest in anymore. Couldn't have any fun treats like peanut butter or other soft chews, as his tummy would have bad flare-ups that usually ended up with him attached to an IV bag. After finally settling in and learning to play well with Atlas, Charlie Brown started to get pretty irritable whenever Atlas got frisky.

He still loved running around outdoors, and was in otherwise great health.

I can't tell you how guilty that makes me feel, even now.

Moving to Waltham

Before we left Orlando, there were so many crisis moments in emergency vet offices where Niko and I talked about how long he could ride this roller coaster. CB obviously was not a fan of vet visits: loved the staff, but was notably anxious and panicky when separated from us, and he had grown very loathe to the process of poking, prodding, and whatnot.

Shortly after moving to Waltham (he was a champ in the U-Haul), Charlie Brown had a severe colitis flare-up. He was losing so much fluid and was growing very lethargic over the day. Vets are hard to get into these days: with the sweep of "pandemic puppy" adoptions, the vet industry as a whole is saturated with demand, and practices are responding as best they can. There were just no emergency clinics available to us within 20 miles, except one that noted "we have no availability, but you can come and wait, and we might be able to see you in 4 or 5 hours." So we did.

It was a very late night. Charlie Brown came home with us with another round of the same antibiotics he'd been taking almost regularly since December for his assorted ailments, and some probiotics. The next day, CB seemed a bit better and brighter, and Niko and I went into the city for part of the day. We came home to find he'd had an accident, but it was just... blood. So so much. And he looked so in pain, so ashamed, so guilty, so anxious.

So we went back to the vet ER. It was another very late night. I didn't know how many of these late nights we could afford; neither of us knew how many of these late nights it was fair to expect Charlie Brown to endure.

Do you plan on letting a pet go after an extended crisis visit? Do you plan on letting a pet go in a time of relative peace?

Camping Analogy, and a Best Last Day

When you're off on a long hike, and you see daylight start to fade as the sun begins to set, you begin to think about finding a good place to set up camp for the night. It's abysmal to do this after the sun has already gone down: where you could have had preparation and structure, you have chaos by flashlight.

A dog's life is in your hands. You're his whole world: all food, adventure, pampering, challenge, treatment, and care come from you. More than anything, we wanted Charlie Brown to have a peaceful, restful life. Now that we started thinking about it, we wanted to be able to give him a peaceful, restful passing as well: not as the climax of another overnight crisis with injections and yelps and beeps and cowering and anxiety and fear, but in the still quiet of familiar sounds and smells.

His very last day was a great one. Fresh Pond in Cambridge: a massive stroll around a colossal lake with an absurd bounty of new smells, kind people, happy dogs, and a brisk New England breeze. He got to swim in a little side pond — that boy lived for jumping into random lakes. He ran around the broad field that is Kingsley Bowl, chasing a thrown ball the very very farthest his sad pop could throw it — and he brought it back. We bought him a steak. We told him how much he brought to our lives.

And then we waited.

Lap of Love is a sort of home delivery service of dignified passing for pets. There's more to say on that hour than I care to pen, but throughout the procedure, we never left him. Charlie Brown passed enveloped in our arms and laps and sobs and hugs.

The Day After, and the Day After That

The rest is just thoughts. Your head starts to feel like a coffee shop where your grief comes in, sits at a table with you, and unloads. You nod, listen, and wish them well. I hope I can keep processing this way — I find it helpful, and less overwhelming.

I wish he had been able to play with his tennis ball more. Since his jaw surgery — even out on Kingsley Bowl, nearly a month and a half after he should have been fully healed — any kind of chewing would cause renewed bleeding and pain.

I wish we had hugged him more. But truth be told, he didn't like hugs. They made him uncomfortable. So we gave him a hand to lay his head on, or a knee for him to pop his head upon, as often as he liked.

There were so many times I felt inconvenienced by owning a dog at all. They weren't the majority, but... now each remembered time feels like a splinter of selfishness.

I miss how familiar the back of his neck felt under my hand, just behind the ears, where the waves of fur meet and crash and make a long cowlick of foof and fluff.

His happy smile and his stressed smile were very similar, but you could still tell which was which.

I loved being there for him in thunderstorms.

When you think about it, we sort of were hospice care for him. We weren't his original owners; we just wanted the rest of his life to be painless and fulfilling. He had so many trust issues when he first came to us. And in the end, he loved anyone he met.

I miss feeling around with my feet to make sure I don't step on him on my way to bed. I miss setting my feet on the floor as I wake, stooping down, and giving his head a good squishy rub.

He never did get to see Boston snow. I mean... thousands of dogs never get to see snow. But I was really looking forward to sharing that experience with him.

I wanted so badly to bring him to a point of health, and then say goodbye when he was feeling well. Seeing him have his Best Last Day, part of me whispered "murderer" with cold accuracy, and I have a hard time shaking it. He was so happy — but between jaw bleeding after playing with a tennis ball, seeing him scratch his eyes that were starting to ache with ulcers again... I know the unbridled happiness came with the reality of his declining health.

Atlas was the best thing that ever happened to that boy. I know Charlie Brown was at least a little disgruntled that his easy-going day-to-day had been interrupted by a chompy puppy, but Atlas brought out the young pup in CB: ripping palm fronds to shreds, playing tug, playing tag, meeting new dogs with confidence and assurance.

I used to get so mad at my mother-in-law for feeding Charlie Brown cinnamon donuts. I wish I'd given him more. Heck, I wish I'd given him more peanut butter. I'm frankly surprised he hadn't died of peanut butter overdose years ago.

Where Charlie's health had limits, we kept going with Atlas. That might mean taking Atlas out to play with a ball or a tug toy, because CB couldn't. It breaks my heart now to think of Charlie at the glass door just watching it happen, all because he physically couldn't play the same. I know he didn't understand that.

We took him out to Park Ave maybe once or twice. I wish it had been more. Truth be told, it was the same as the dog park, though: he was kind of a loner. Loads of people or dogs made him anxious. So while I might idealize the past and wish he had sat at our legs for lunch after lunch at an outdoor thoroughfare, ... I think he would have been miserable. I think he would have rather just curled up at the base of the couch and dozed while we watched a show.

He was so trusting. I could just drag him onto his back and onto my lap for cuddles and a good tummy rub. No complaints.

He looked so gaunt these past few months. I keep looking at earlier photos, and I really didn't realize just how grizzly and drawn he had become lately.

I miss seeing him randomly waiting for me outside the bathroom door — or curled up on the bath mat while I was in the shower, having sneakily nosed the door open and wanting my company while I was rinsing.

For his first few years with us, he was incredibly playful. I've been going through old videos — it's like going outside just blew his mind, and toys were either for cherishing daintily, or thrashing about and throwing to oneself and gnawing. He lost that after a time. He regained it a bit when Atlas joined the party. But it still faded. I'm sure that's inevitable, but it makes me sad to see the early vibrant puppy in those old recordings, and how different he had been in recent months.

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"This season isn’t about toxic relationships please watch skam españa s3" i wanted to ask you what you thought of how skam españa handle that topic? I thought they did a rly good job but i'm interested in your opinion considering your experience (if you want to talk about it ofc!) thank you anyway, take care

Thank you so much for the ask actually, I always wanted to write a review for this season but wanted to wait until the end of the season and then just never did it so this is a great reason to do it now<33

Okay where do I start.. first of I loved this season like a lot. It's probably one of my favorite skam seasons ever it might even go hand in hand with skam france s3 as my two favourites. Nicole and the writers did an, in my opinion, amazing job at portraying a toxic relationship and the consequences of it in a really realistic and relatable way.

When I started watching this season I was pretty sure that they would go down a very different route than the other seasons and that Mikael would turn out to be trouble- maybe a mix of the og Nico and also the Willhelm character. But I told myself: watch this season and pretend that you don't know anything about the storyline and see how you'll feel about the characters and their relationships to have a "real" reaction to their actions

And what's shocking and very realistic at the same time is that I, too, would have probably fallen for Mikael the same way Nora did. I mean at the beginning everything was fine he was taking her out on romantic dates, they had a first rooftop kiss, he made efforts for her and so on. What I loved really just loved about this season was that they portrayed that everyone can fall into toxic relationships in such a realistic way. It can happen to everyone. It doesn't matter whether you're a feminist, it doesn't matter whether you could recognize such toxic behavior on tv shows or in other people's relationships,, it can still happen to yourself in real life.

You see I of all people who should have known better, who's been through shit like that for years would have still fallen for Mikael just the same in the beginning and that really hit me.

And why is that? Because you can't recognize such behavior from the beginning. Toxic people aren't just black and white. If the person would treat you badly from the beginning you wouldn't get yourself into a relationship/be friends with them. The problem is that toxic people are way more complex and the situation is more complicated than that. At first everything is fine, you're happy and you feel safe with that person, you trust them, you spend a lot of time with them and then slowly from time to time your abuser starts doing questionable things like in Nora's case Mikael blocking Alejandro's phone call when he was calling her, his facial expressions when he saw Nora talking to other guys... little moments like that but when it happens you you don't really think much about it.

So your abuser starts behaving toxic more and more, you get manipulated, you slowly start losing parts of yourself, do stuff just because your abuser wants you to and so on. I'm sure that looking back Nora wouldn't even be able to tell you at what point Mikael started to become toxic for her because that's always very tricky to tell and the lines are blurry. It's all those little things abusers do, turning you into someone you don't want to be at all, that add up to eachother at the end. And as soon as you realize what's happening to you it's too late and very hard to get out of there again.

And skam españa really did an amazing job at portraying that. Not just in the big scenes but in all those little moments too. I felt and understood Nora's feelings and pain like I've never understood any character ever before. When she started getting nervous whenever Mikael didn't respond to her texts and she started freaking out because she thought that he might be mad at her- I felt that. The way she panicked and felt like shit whenever they were actually fighting, that desperate need to make up with him so everything would be okay again, not just because she missed him but because you feel like absolute shit and are actually afraid of what your abuser is gonna do when you're not getting along well at the moment- I felt this. The way her hands were shaking, the way she cried and felt overpowered and helpless. The way Mikael always made sure to be above her, seem smarter and wiser, make her feel stupid so she would listen to him and agree with everything he says- I felt it all so so very much. There's no other show that ever made me feel as represented and understood than s3 of skam españa.

The scene that actually hurt watching the most was the scene when she and Mikael are lying next to eachother and she sits up and finally tells him that she wants to break up with him. I literally needed to pause the video several times while watching because this scene reminded me of everything I ever wanted to do. Seeing Nora being able to be brave enough and stand up for herself and saying all the things I desperately wanted to tell the toxic person in my life broke my heart because Nora did what I couldn't do and said exactly what I never managed to put into words myself.

This is my favorite quote from that scene and from this whole season in general because Nora put everything I've felt but never knew how to say perfectly into words here: "Look, do you want to know what's wrong? That you always turn things around, ok? And I always end up doing things I don't want to do. I've never forced you to do anything. Never. Well, no and yes. I don't know when it's me who decides or when I'm doing things because you want me to or because I think you want me to." This hit me and hurt the most while watching this season

Also I really really loved how they portrayed all of this in a hopeful way, how this show never did anything too over the top or from drama and shock value. It was representation of horrible and realistic things people experience every day and skam españa said: no matter what, you are not alone with this, you have a support system, Nora has her friends who will protect and help her as soon as Nora finds the courage to reach out for help. You should do the same, don't be afraid to ask for help there are always people who will support and help you in situations like this." They did that!! They made girls support girls while at the same time showing how it can be hard to reach out for help especially in the beginning when you're still manipulated by your abuser. They portrayed how hard it is to recognize what's going on when something like that happens to your friend/family and not knowing how to help the person at first (Eva and Emma who both noticed how Mikael changed her)

The ending gets me everytime because it's so simple yet so meaningful. It doesn't end eith a huge party or Nora getting back together with Alejandro and being happy and in love again like other shows would have done. The ending is really bittersweet, she is surrounded by her friends, yet she is still hurting, struggling and most of all healing because it's a progress and doesn't happen over night. She's getting better and is slowly getting back to the old Nora (13 M poster) but also knowing that she will never be able to fully get her old self, the Nora before Mikael back. But she is growing and healing and getting better every day a little more with the support of those around her and this was the perfect and most wonderful ending to her season

#skam españa #im so sorry u sent this ask six weeks ago #i hope that you will find the post in case yku were still interested anon💜

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cristinablackthornkingson · 5 years ago

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Shadowhunters Short Story #57 Teenage Mina Carstairs accidentally time travels.

It is a blazing hot summer’s day in June of 2030 and 17 year old Mina Carstairs has just finished a magic lesson with her mother. Mina’s powers have yet to fully come into fruition, she has accidentally used her powers once or twice, but it’s not precisely clear just what powers she has. When she was a toddler, Mina had once used her powers to replace her healthy dinner with a plate of chocolate coated pancakes, at 3 she had accidentally used her powers on the family cat Church, and turned his fur bright yellow, her favorite color. Since her older siblings’ powers came to light when they were around Mina’s age, her mother and her Aunt Cat, Uncle Magnus and Uncle Ragnor, had started teaching Mina about her magic and her powers when she turned 12. Her brother James’ powers came to light at 13, her brother Kit was 15 when he discovered his powers, and her sister Lucie was 16 when she discovered hers. Mina’s younger siblings, twins Jade and Charlotte, and her baby brother Will, have shown no signs of any of their powers yet, so for now Tessa is focusing on teaching Mina.

Usually after her lessons Mina feels very tired and needs to rest for an hour or two. Right now she is lying on her back on her bed, trying to practice a simple spell her mother had just gone over with her, but she’s finding it very difficult and is growing quiet frustrated, she wishes she could be as natural at as her Uncle Magnus, who uses his magic for anything and everything.

Mina looks over to her bedside table, where there are a few framed pictures of her family, as well as some books and other things. The picture closest to her is a picture of her sister Lucie, smiling and clutching a book to her chest. Tessa had used her powers to colorize the photos some time ago, so it looks like the picture was taken only a few days ago, not centuries ago.

“I wish you were here Lucie.” Mina quietly says, reaching out to touch the picture with one hand. “I wish you could sit with me and talk about my powers and how I can’t seem to use them properly, I wish you could give me advice. I hate that I’m never going to meet you or Jamie, or any of our Aunts, Uncles and Cousins.” Tears well up in Mina’s eyes as she thinks about all the family she has and will never get to meet. She wants nothing more than to know her other siblings and to meet her Aunts, Uncles and Cousins she’s heard so much about.

As the sadness, anger and frustration builds and builds inside Mina and threatens to bubble over, a sudden burst of light shoots through the room and Mina feels the bed fall out from under her.

The next thing she knows, she’s sprawled on the hard wooden floor of an unfamiliar sitting room. The curtains are open, but Mina doesn’t recognize anything outside the windows. There is a great big fireplace at the far end of the room. She notices there are no Tvs, no laptops, no technology at all, and there is a mural of Raziel raising from Lake Lyn with The Mortal Instruments, on the far wall. She must be in an Institute somewhere.

Mina groans and rolls from her stomach onto her side, hissing at the pain in her side.

“Shit.” Mina quietly says, when she sees she has landed on her phone, and cut her arm pretty badly.

“Who are you?!” Mina suddenly hears an unfamiliar voice with an English accent ask. Her heart almost stops when she turns around and sees a tall girl with short chestnut brown hair standing a few feet away from her, dressed in a yellow Victorian era dress.

“Lucie.” Mina breathes in shock and disbelief.

“How do you know my name?!” Lucie asks in a sharp tone, eyeing the poker by the fireplace, in case she needs a weapon.

“I-I, it’s a long story.” Mina weakly says. “I’ll tell it to you, but can you help me first? I think I cracked a rib when I landed.” Lucie’s eyes narrow but she takes a step forward.

“Landed? Did you come through a portal?” She asks.

“I-I’m not sure, I-I seem to have gone back in time.” Mina timidly says, knowing her sister isn’t going to believe her.

“What’s your name?” Lucie asks, her tone growing gentle.

“W-Wilhelmina, Wilhelmina Yiqiang Ke Carstairs, but you can call me Mina.” Mina says in a breathless tone.

“Carstairs? Are you related to Cordy and Alistair?” Lucie asks in a suspicious tone.

“Yes, my dad is their cousin, Jem Carstairs, and my mum is Tessa Herondale-Carstairs.” Mina quietly says. Lucie’s blue eyes widen and she shakes her head slightly.

“That is impossible, Uncle Jem is a Silent Brother, he never had children before he became a Silent Brother, he and mama wanted to have children but he had to become a Silent Brother before they could even marry.”

“I know, I know your dad and my dad and our mum were all in love but my dad had to become a Silent Brother to save his life, so Uncle Will and mum got married and had you and Jamie.” Lucie shakes her head again, in disbelief.

“How do you know all this?! Who are you?!” She demands.

“I’m your sister, I know it sounds impossible and crazy, but I can prove it. Mama always wears a jade pendant that dad gave her when they got engaged, right?” Mina says, Lucie nods wordlessly. Mina’s fingers go to her throat and she pulls on a chain and lifts out the exact pendant that her father gave her mother. Tessa had lent to Mina yesterday when she had a date with a girl she met in LA. Mina had forgotten to give IT back this morning, which she is now very thankful for. “My little sister is called Jade, because of this and the one Uncle Will gave to dad, my grandpa gave this to my grandma when they got engaged, then dad gave it to mum, you’re going to wear it on your wedding day, my brother Kit wore it when he got married, it’s a tradition now. I’m named after Uncle Will, my other sister is named after Aunty Charlotte and my little brother is named after Uncle Will too.”

“I suppose that would explain why you’re dressed like that.” Lucie mumbles to herself. She has never seen anyone dressed like the girl in front of her, she’s practically in just her underwear, wearing what look like short white bloomers and a white top with pink writing that reads ‘Angry feminist’ with a design of flowers underneath it.

“So you believe me?” Mina asks hopefully, letting the remark on her style go.

“How else would you have gotten that pendant? I saw mama two minutes ago and she was wearing it so it’s not like you could have stolen it. But how did you get here?” Lucie curiously asks.

“I’ll explain if you help me up and patch me up.” Mina says, holding up her arm so Lucie can see the gash running from her wrist to her elbow.

“I don’t suppose you can turn into a shadow like Jamie, can you?” Lucie hopefully asks, wondering how she is going to get Wilhelmina up to the infirmary without anyone noticing.

“No, why?” Mina asks, as Lucie hauls to her feet.

“It would have been easier to get you upstairs if you could but nevertheless we will work something out.” She says.

“Maybe you could summon my dad? He’s a really good healer and he’s really good at keeping secrets and not overreacting.” Mina says.

“It is so strange to hear Uncle Jem referred to as ‘dad’, I do not think we can risk it however, papa is always coming up with silly excuses to summon The Silent Brothers in an attempt to see Uncle Jem, sometimes they’ll send Brother Enoch instead to make papa stop, if they do that this time and know who you are and where you’ve come from, they might not let you go.” Lucie says in a tone full of worry. It has just begun to sink in that this girl in front of her, is her baby sister. She can see the resemblance to Uncle Jem now, and mama, and even herself and Jamie. The thought of anything happening to her sister is too much for Lucie to bare, much as she wants to get to know her and have her around, she needs to get her sister back to her own time.

“We could use the back passages, the servants passages.” Mina suggests, thinking of the training Kit gave her, on how to get around unnoticed.

“I suppose that could work, we could at least try it.” Lucie admits.

Ten minutes later both girls have successfully gotten upstairs unseen, though Lucie decided to take Mina to her room instead of the infirmary, where anyone could walk in at anytime.

“How did you get here Wilhelmina?” Lucie asks, picking up her stele and indicating for Mina to lift her top so she can heal her ribs.

“Call me Mina, and I’m not entirely sure, one minute I was practicing my magic, then I was thinking about you and next thing I knew I was here.” Mina explains with a shrug.

“You were thinking about me?” Lucie softly asks.

“Yeah, I really wanted to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, my amazing big sister, you’re my idol.” Mina quietly says.

“I always wanted a baby sister.” Lucie quietly says, brushing Mina’s hair back.

“Luc I_” They are interrupted by the door opening and Jamie walking in. Before he can fully register what’s going on though, Lucie flings a pillow at him.

“Jamie! What did I say about coming into my room without knocking?!” Lucie asks in a stern tone, as her brother stumbles back when the pillow hits him.

“You said I can come in whenever I want and I don’t have to knock, you said me, Matt, Chris, Tom and Daisy can come in whenever we want.” James defends himself. Then, before Lucie can reply, James spots Mina and raises an eyebrow at his sister in confusion. “Do I want to know?” He asks, wondering why his sister has a very under dressed girl with a bloody arm in her room.

“Do you promise not to tell mama or papa or anyone else?” Lucie asks, remembering all the times her brother had snitched on her as a child.

“That depends, if this young lady is a uh... ‘friend’ then I will not say anything.” James awkwardly says, not sure how to ask if the dark-haired girl is his someone his sister is courting.

“I’m not Sebastian Morgenstern.” Mina jokes, earning her an odd look from her brother and sister.

“Who?”Lucie asks. Mina waves her hand dismissively.

“Never mind you won’t get it, he’s someone from my time, well a few years before I was born and he wasn’t a very nice person.” Mina explains.

“Tell him who you are.” Lucie encourages Mina.

“Um I’m Mina, Mina Carstairs, I’m your sister. I inherited some weird powers from our mum and I don’t know how to use them yet and today they ended up sending me back in time, look I can prove it.” Mina pulls the jade pendant out again and holds it up for her brother to see.

“But... but I-I just saw mama wearing that.” Jamie stammers in confusion.

“Exactly, so I can’t have stolen it. Mum let me wear it on my date last night and I forgot to give it back to her this morning, before I could remember to I somehow got sent back in time.” Mina says.

“Jamie, Uncle Jem is her father, can you not see how much she looks like Uncle Jem?” Lucie asks,trying not to stare at her little sister, but unable to help how fascinated she is with how alike she looks to Uncle Jem.

“But how is it possible? How did you travel back in time?” Jamie asks in a confused tone. Mina shrugs helplessly and says

“I wish I knew, I have no idea how I’m going to get home either.”

“Luc we have to summon Uncle Jem, he’ll know what to do.” James says, shutting the door behind him and setting his book down on his sister’s nightstand.

“No! They might send Brother Enoch and he won’t be as understanding and he might hurt Mina, we only have a few hours together and I am not going to let anything happen to her, this is the only chance I get to be her big sister and I’m going to use it to protect her with my life.” Lucie firmly says, taking Mina’s hand in hers and squeezing it lightly. Despite having only known her for a half an hour, Lucie already adores her sister beyond words and has a strong, fierce urge to protect her and make her happy.

“What can we do then?” James asks, sitting down next to his sisters. Lucie’s eyes light up and she exclaims

“I know! We could ask papa’s Warlock friend, Magnus Bane, for help! Papa, mama and Uncle Henry have always said he’s extremely trustworthy and in the short time we’ve known him he’s been so good to us, he tried to send us gifts when we were little but The Morgensterns never passed them along, he’ll help us, I’m sure of it.”

“Yes! That’s a brilliant idea! Magnus is my godfather, he’s been helping me with my magic too, he’s my favorite Uncle, he will helps us, he’s always helped me before, and I’m best friends with his kids.” Mina says in a bright tone.

“I thought Warlocks could not have children?” James asks, as Lucie gets up and starts rummaging in her wardrobe.

“Except for mama. Uncle Magnus’ kids are adopted, in my time he’s married with 4 kids.” Mina says, turning to face her brother.

“Is mama happy in your time?” James quietly asks, thinking of the few times he’s heard his mother talking to his father, about how she will cope when all her family passes on and she never even gets older.

“Very, she and dad just celebrated their 22nd Wedding Anniversary, they have 5 kids together, me, twins Lottie and Jade, my older brother Kit and my little brother Will.” Mina says. James smiles softly and quietly says

“Good, I hate the idea of mama not being happy.” Just then Lucie turns back around holding a light blue evening gown.

“Will this fit you Mina?” She asks, holding the gown up for her sister to see.

“I think so, I’m not wearing a corset though.” Mina says, taking the dress from Lucie and examining it.

“Oh goodness no I wouldn’t let you, there’s no need for one, Jamie can give you a suit either if you prefer that to the dress, our cousin Anna prefers men’s clothes.” Lucie offers, wanting to make her sister as comfortable and happy as possible.

“I would look amazing in a suit but I’d rather blend in while I’m here, the dress is fine.” Mina says. “Is there somewhere I can try it on?” Lucie points to a changing screen beside the wardrobe and says

“Just go behind there, and hide your clothes, if Bridget comes in she might find them.”

Once Mina has changed into the gown, Lucie finds shoes for her and tackles her hair. Mina’s style is unsurprisingly unusual for Edwardian times, it’s cut so that it just brushes her chin and is layered, thick and curly, making it difficult to get it into an up do, but Lucie manages to make a few braids so that is not just hanging around Mina’s face.

Twenty minutes later, after sneaking out of The Institute, the three siblings are standing in front of Magnus Bane’s London Town House, waiting for him to answer the door. Lucie was the one to knock, and James is standing behind her, concealing Mina, just in case, his protective older brother instincts have already kicked in.

When Magnus opens the door and sees Lucie and James standing there, he smiles broadly at them, and opens the door further for them.

“Well if it isn’t little Lucie and Jamie Herondale, my favorite Shadowhunters, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He asks.

“We need your help.” Lucie states matter of factly.

“Of course you do, come in then. Don’t tell me, you think you’ve been cursed by a demon and you want me to find that demon and have them take the curse off you?” Magnus asks, turning and walking back into the house, with the Herondale children behind him.

“No, though if you are offering to summon a demon I won’t decline meeting my grandfather.” Lucie says in a light tone.

“Lucie Ella!” James exclaims in a stern, bossy tone.

“James William.” Lucie mocks her older brother, turning to stick her tongue out at him.

“Now now children no need to fight, what can I help you with?” Magnus asks. That’s when Mina steps out from behind James’ back, trying to hold herself back from throwing herself into her Uncles’ arms.

“That would be me.” Mina says, smiling at him.

“And who are you when you’re at home?” Magnus asks, looking at her with a mix of confusion and interest.

“Wilhelmina.”

“Wilhelmina who?” Magnus raises an eyebrow at her.

“Carstairs. It’s a long story Uncle Magnus, essentially I’m Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray’s daughter, I was born in 2013, my dad was cured from his Yin Fen Addiction and from being a Silent Brother five years before I was born, when he attempted to heal Uncle Will’s descendant who was infused with Heavenly Fire, The Heavenly Fire burned my dad, curing his Yin Fen addiction and making him human again. I have powers I’m not fully able to control yet and somehow today, they sent me back in time from 2030 and I have no idea how and I have no idea how to get home.” Mina rattles off her story for what feels like the millionth time.

“I see, now that you mention it I do see your resemblance to Tessa, you have her chin.” Magnus says, looking the girl in front of him up and down.

“Can you help us?” Lucie hopefully asks.

“Of course I can, it might take a while to figure out exactly how to help you but not too long.” Magnus replies confidently.

While Magnus pours through books to find a way to help Mina, the three siblings sit on a sofa in front of the fireplace, quietly talking among themselves.

“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you, mum and dad have told me stories about you my whole life, we have pictures of you and all our Aunts and Uncles and cousins all over the house, all my life I’ve wanted to meet you.” Mina quietly says, holding tightly onto Lucie and James’ hands. Mina adores Kit, he is a wonderful older brother and has always been there for her, he’s one of her best friends and she can’t imagine her life without him, but she also has always wished she could have Jamie and Lucie around too, she always wanted a big sister, even though Kit does everything a sister does too, he’s often braided Mina’s hair, helped her with her makeup, took her shopping for new clothes, helped her get ready for her first date and he helped her last year when she came out as pansexual. She also gets a lot of help from her cousin Emma (who is more like an Aunt to her) Ty’s sisters Dru and Helen, as well as Emma’s best friend Cristina Rosales-Blackthorn. Even though she has all the love and support she could hope for, she can’t help but wish for her big sister and her other big brother.

“I cannot believe it either, like I said I always wanted a little sister, Aunt Charlotte just had a little girl a few weeks ago and she is the most darling little thing, I use to pester mama and papa for a sister when I was little, and now I know I have you.” Lucie softly says, squeezing her sister’s hand. She wishes more than anything that Mina could stay and they could get to know each other, Lucie so wants to help her get ready for dances and balls and train with her and go out on missions with her.

“I wanted another sibling too, I heard mama and papa talking about it after Aunt Cecily had Alexander, maybe they will have another baby.” James says in a hopeful tone. He loves helping out with his new little cousin and baby Alexander, it would be nice to have a baby at home too, he was only 1 when Lucie was born so he doesn’t remember what it was like.

“Are you really named after papa?” Lucie suddenly asks. Mina smiles and nods.

“And a character from one of mum’s favorite books, if I had been a boy I would have been William, like my brother.”

“I was named after a book character too, and Jamie was named after Uncle Jem, as you know. Mama says if he had been a girl he would have been called Jemma so he would still have been named after Uncle Jem, and if I had been a boy I was going to be named Nathaniel, after mama’s brother.” Lucie says. She often goes to her parents for inspiration for character names, they’ve both read so many books and named two children, they’re practically experts on names. Lucie had been thrilled when Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Henry had asked her for help on a middle name for their new baby, Matilda. She had given them many suggestions and in the end they settled on Matilda Louise Fairchild, and asked Lucie to be her godmother.

“Lucie is going to be a famous author someday, she is an amazing writer.” James says in a proud tone, squeezing Lucie’s hand encouragingly.

“I know, I’ve read your books Lucie, they’re amazing, I wish I had them with me so you could sign them for me.” Lucie’s eyes widen when she hears that she’s actually written and published multiple books, and they are still being read hundreds of years in the future.

“Really? Are they very famous?” She asks in a hopeful tone.

“I would say so, especially your children’s books, the ones you wrote and Matthew Fairchild drew the pictures for? My siblings and I loved them when we were younger, I still have copies on my bookshelf, if I have kids when I’m older I want to pass them onto them.” Mina says in a hopeful tone. The idea of sitting with her child and reading her sister’s books to them, just as her parents had sat and read them to her, seems so lovely to Mina and is something she very much looks forward to.

Just then Magnus strides back into the room holding a large black book open in his hands.

“Alright I think I have figured out a solution to your problem Mia.” He announces. Mina rolls her eyes, knowing that her Uncle has a reputation for (deliberately) forgetting peoples names, he’s never forgotten hers, though he has come up with some odd nicknames for her.

“It’s Mina.” She reminds him, as he indicates for her to stand next to him.

“Same thing. Give me your hand a minute.” He says, balancing the book in one hand and holding the other out to Mina. Furrowing her brow she holds her hand out to him. He clasps it in his and is silent for a minute, before releasing her hand. “From what I understand it seems you have the ability to travel through time.” Mina’s eyes widen and her jaw drops.

“R-really?” She stammers. She knew her powers could be like non other, but this is completely new and unheard of, and scary.

“Yes dear really, as of right now you can’t control it, it will take a lot of practice and work before you can. What seems to have happened is that like most Warlocks who are new to their powers, when you became overwhelmed with emotions your powers took over, you were thinking about your sister before it happened right?” Mina nods. “When you use your powers, much like a portal, you simply need to think of a time and place or a person and you will be transported there.You were thinking of your sister, so you were transported here, to her time.”

“If she cannot yet control it how is she going to get home?” James asks, placing a protective hand on Mina’s shoulder when she sinks back onto the sofa in shock.

“That is where I come in, I can infuse an object from your time with magic to help bring you back, if you hold onto the object and think about your home, it will bring you there safely.” Magnus says, causing a wave of relief to wash over the three siblings. Mina had momentarily feared she would be trapped here.

“Here, my mum’s engagement gift from my dad.” Mina says, unclasping the chain from around her neck and handing it to Magnus.

“Tessa still has this hundreds of years later?” He asks in a soft tone. Mina nods. “I hope you three know how lucky you are to have such a wonderful mother and two wonderful fathers, I know Jem is not as present as would like to be with you, James and Lucie, and Mina I am sure William wishes he could be with you and your mother and father more than anything, but I know William will consider any child of Tessa and Jem’s his, and Jem certainly considers you two as his own.” Magnus firmly says, looking between the three of them.

“We do, we couldn’t love them more or be more grateful to be raised by them.” James quietly says, thinking of the nights when he as a child, had been sick, and Uncle Jem had been summoned to his bedside. He, Tessa and Will would stay with James all night, Jem often cared for James and Lucie when they were ill as babies, and though she does not know it, Will has often cared for Mina and her siblings as babies too.

Twenty minutes later Magnus has infused the pendant with his magic, and sent the three siblings on their way. They are currently walking through the institute to get to Lucie’s room, so Mina can change and go home. However just as they are about to reach the staircase leading up to the floor Lucie’s room is on, they meet Charlotte with little Matilda in a sling across her chest, and Henry in his wheelchair, at her side.

“Hello you two, who is your friend?” Charlotte brightly asks, smiling warmly at Mina, who is trying not to gape at her Aunt and Uncle.

“Um, I’m Mina, uh Mina Starkweather.” Mina says, quickly thinking of her mother’s Shadowhunter Maiden name.

“Oh are you related to the Starkweathers from York?” Charlotte curiously asks.

“No, I took the name when I ascended a couple of months ago.” Mina quickly fabricates a story for herself.

“Oh how wonderful! It is always so nice to meet those new to The Clave, have you been posted here to London?” Charlotte asks.

“Yes.” Mina says, not knowing what else to say.

“You’ll enjoy it here I daresay, Tessa and Will are very kind and you will receive excellent tutoring and training here, I am sure Jamie and Lucie can attest to that, can’t you?” Henry lightly says.

“Only because you were not here to blow everything up, Uncle Henry.” Lucie teases. Henry laughs and says

“You become more and more like your father everyday Lucie, you look like your mother but you inherited all your father’s personality.” Lucie smiles proudly. Her father and Aunt Cecily often say she reminds them of her Aunt Ella, who passed away long before she was born.

“I do not mean to be rude but we must go, we are helping Mina study for the upcoming exams.” James says, placing a hand on Mina’s back.

“Oh of course, we don’t want to keep you, Charles is here you know, he could help if you like.” Charlotte offers.

“No thank you Aunt Lottie, darling Charlie would likely terrify a new student like Mina.” Lucie says. Though Charles is very kind and patient, he can also be a bit intimidating at times.

“Yes you’re probably right, well good luck to you Mina, I hope you enjoy your time here.” Charlotte lightly says, giving Mina another warm smile.

20 minutes later, in Lucie’s room, Mina has changed back into her clothes and is ready to go home.

“Be safe baby sister, okay?” James softly says, pulling Mina in for a hug and pecking her on the cheek. Mina holds on to him tightly and nods, trying to hold back the tears.

“I love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too.” When James pulls back from the embrace, Lucie immediately pulls her sister close.

“Maybe when you figure out how to use your powers properly you can come back again and see us.” Lucie says in a tight, hopeful tone.

“Yeah, maybe.” Mina agrees.

Lucie pulls back and squeezes her sister’s hand one last time while James affectionately and lightly tugs on a lock of her hair.

“Tell our other siblings we said hello.” He lightly says, trying to lighten the moment.

“I will. I love you guys so much.” Mina says, not able to hold the tears back anymore.

“We love you too.” Lucie says. With that, Mina closes her eyes, clutches the jade pendant and thinks about her home, she pictures her father with his violin, her mother with a book, Kit with Ty, Charlotte baking in the kitchen and Jade sketching at the kitchen table, while Will sits on the couch with an Xbox controller in his hands, all his focus on the video game Kit bought him for his birthday.

When Mina opens her eyes again, she find herself standing in the middle of her room, as though nothing has happened. Kicking off her shoes, Mina heads to the door and goes downstairs, her heart lifting when she sees her dad in the kitchen, putting away the dishes, her mum re-organizing the bookshelf in the living room with help form the twins, and Kit standing behind the couch that Will is sat on, with his arms around Ty’s waist, his chin on his shoulder, half watching a T.V. show that Will is watching.

“How are you feeling Mina mine? Your mum said you were very tired after your lesson this morning.” Jem asks in a concerned tone, coming up to put an arm around his daughter.

“I always feel tired after my lessons with mum but I feel better now I’ve rested for a bit.” She says, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad to hear it, I know how hard your lessons are on you sometimes and I’m very proud of you for sticking with it, hopefully it won’t take such a toll on you soon.” Jem softly says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you dad.” Mina quietly says, glad to be home.

“I love you too my Little Mina.”

“Forever a daddy’s girl.” Mina hears her mum say in a light tone. She turns around to see her mum standing beside her and her dad, smiling warmly at them.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your necklace last night mum, I appreciate it.” Mina says, handing the necklace back.

“You’re welcome my love.” Tessa says in a warm tone, brushing her daughter’s hair back

“I love you mum.” Mina says, wrapping her arms around Tessa and laying her head on her shoulder. Tessa runs her hands through her daughter’s hair and hols her close.

“I love you too my adventurous Mina.” She quietly says, pressing her lips to her daughter’s head, not knowing just how adventurous her daughter had been today.

It’s not until that night when Mina settles into bed with a copy of Lucie’s second book, that she realizes her sister didn’t make the plot of the book up, out of thin air. The book is about a young girl who discovers she has the power to travel through time. The main character of the novel (named Mia) travels back from what is now modern day, but was the future when the book was written, to Edwardian era, where she meets some of her ancestors who she must team up with in order to get back home.

She had never realized it before of course, but it suddenly hits Mina that Lucie based this book on the events of today, and even named the main character after Mina, getting as close to her name as possible without actually using it.

This leaves Mina even more determined to learn to control her powers so that she can go back again and see her siblings again, no matter what it takes.

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so, eight days left.... getting there. I must admit that I’m not feeling as great as anticipated. I guess that with my measurements and photos tomorrow, I’ll feel a little more affirmed. I did have psilocybin today, so I think that my body might be holding onto a little more water. I’m forgiving myself in advance for this. Anyway, I’m drinking lots of water, keeping hydrated and hoping for the best. Today’s microdose was lovely. I have to admit that when I started with the doses, it was scary. Shrooms makes you feel so raw. That’s the best way to put it. I’ve read that psilocybin removes some of the “road block” mechanisms that life and development program into place for us - which then can grant access to feelings of optimism, creativity and so on. But, imagine those road blocks being put in place to keep you safe from threats or harm. My first mini dose, my body felt similarly to how it felt my first big girl dose, scary. It felt like I had no armour. I felt unsafe. I felt like I had no protective barrier. Though there were no apparent threats around, it was so hard to feel secure. Which eventually I came to understand that it was only magnifying how I feel on a regular basis LOL. I’m laughing only because of how simple the math really is.. I’m reading The Body Keeps the Score and its been really enlightening. Sometimes you need to see words and ideas placed together like it Is in this book, to finally make sense of it - even if you knew the concepts already. Today, the idea that our amygdala, without thought, responds to any signal that is or bears resemblance to a danger (aka a traumata event, series of events). I need to deconstruct how this shows up in my relationships. Full moon in scorpio is tomorrow and I'm ready to move forward with my relationships, but to do that I need to let go of the dead weight that’s been keeping me stagnant. Feeling unsafe and responding to lovers and situations like I’m in danger is one of them. Though I can’t entirely let my anxieties go in one evening or year, or maybe lifetime... I think deconstructing them is a good place to start. I have to begin with all of the messages that were encoded into my subconscious brain, by family, the world, and hopefully I can draw a connection to how those beliefs show up and sabotage gifts like love and happiness in real time. 1. Love can and will be withdrawn at any moment. I can’t tell you how damaging that has been to me. There would be times when I needed love from a parent, and they’d be so unwilling or incapable of giving it. But when they were ready to love, I would be expected to drop everything and reciprocate the love, and it would have to be genuine, and with ZERO regard to my feelings about the initial withdrawal of love. How fucked up is that. How it shows up in my life today: I believe that this shows up in two ways. The first, being that I’m not completely capable of loving someone fully, because of the fear of being rejected in moments of severe fragility. I can’t bear the idea of having access to love one day, and then losing it the next, especially if that change doesn’t necessarily correlate directly with my actions toward said person. It makes me feel like I have no control over if I will receive love, I guess, and thats terrifying. Secondly, this shows up in life as having to suppress really intense feelings of anger and sadness toward someone who has abandoned me, so that they can be happy, and so that maybe I can feel some love, instead of none at all, despite it costing my sanity. It’s hard to say that the cure to this is to just love myself and then I won’t have to be so in need of love from others, or so in fear of losing love from another person. I’m sure thats the new-age rhetoric that we’re using to heal and move forward, but the reality is that as a child I needed love. I needed more that was given to me, and its had a huge affect on how I can receive love today. Its anxious, and I will continue to self sacrifice in the name of waiting until they’re ready to love me, and I can’t keep doing that. It’s so hard on my heart. And I. Deserve. More. Plain and Simple. 2. If you show an emotion that opposes and causes friction with your loved one, they will abandon you - and it will be your fault. This one is huge. This might be one of the most damaging beliefs I carry with me to this day. When I was younger, remember having to be pleasant at all times, even when I was beaten, or screamed at, or ignored, or neglected, or insulted. If I showed any emotion toward those actions toward me, my mother, specifically, would tell me that one day she would just leave and never come back. Because she couldn’t deal with me. Because I was a burden, because I was ungrateful, because I was too much to deal with, because I had too many emotions, because I wasn’t good enough. Imagine telling a small child that they’re not good enough, and threatening to leave them on account of that. I can’t even fathom telling a child that, let alone my own child. How this shows up in my life today: I believe this shows up as being terrified to be honest and honour my feelings, OR completely horrified of the repercussions of doing so, if I’m so bold enough to do so. Its almost etched into my mind that once I make the other person uncomfortable by sharing how I feel, or my feelings toward an action done toward me, or if I’m not easy to be around, that they’ll abandon me. Now, this has definitely rang truth. People do leave when they realize it’s not sunshine and rainbows all the time, but reality will catch up with them and when they realize there is duality in everything - but it isn't my responsibility to teach anyone that. Either way, it shows up as me having to suppress my feelings and not share them, in order to keep the peace. Of course, that eventually leads up to burn out, a break down or an explosion. Which usually ends in them leaving anyway. So I’m always responsible. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t, which again, reminds me that I have zero control over the result of anything - and that it’s only a matter of time before they get fed up and leave. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know who to be to please a person, how to make them happy, how to keep them safe from... me? I guess, or my emotions, because I’ve been made to believe that my emotions are a weapon, or poison, a danger to others, and people must steer clear of them. But, I guess I’m learning that No, I don’t really control whether or not a person choses to stay, BUT your mother should always stay. Always. Its their responsibility. They choice this responsibility. And even in the threatening of abandonment, they’ve already abandoned you. And I didn’t deserve that. I deserved more. Plain and Simple.

Maybe I’ll have to continue this another time, its getting pretty emotional here. But, I want to end off today’s blog post with the closing remark of that I am worthy. I am worthy of being seen I am worthy of being heard I am worthy of being understood I am worthy of commitment I am worthy of someone who choses to stick around I am worthy of someone who gets me I am worthy of someone who can honour that not everyday feels like sunshine I am worthy of the space to feel and express I am worthy of knowing I will be safe if I feel and express I am worthy of sharing by feelings without judgement I am worthy of a mother’s love, even though I was made to believe the opposite I am worthy of my mother’s love, even though I didn't receive it I am worthy of love on my best days I am worthy of love on my worst days I am worthy I am worthy I am worthy. The type of love I seek is seeking me. I will do my best to release the shackles that keep my heart closed and dormant. I want so badly to be present in love, to be accepting of love, embracing of love, unafraid of love, because I am worthy of it. I am worthy.

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herthousandthoughts · 4 years ago

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22 things I've learned in 22 years

1. There Are So Many Versions Of You (And They All Matter Just As Much)—You have to figure out which pieces light you up and which ones hinder you

It’s the most fascinating thing- constantly knowing yourself. How much your heart can hold and how it can repair itself.

2. Courage is often quiet

In fact, most of the time it is rooted in the deepest parts of your heart. It is, radiating from a place inside of us that is infinitely precious and reserved for when needed. You can still exist within stillness and yet remain a murmuring brook of strength. You can build a fortress of calmness that you built through prayer, and still carry an intangible, roaring bravery.

3. Certain moments of impact can change your entire life forever.

Because it isn’t the whole story. It is merely one small segment of a much larger, grand outline of life. Moments, big or small may define your future. Each waking day is a new chapter (this probably the most cliche thing to say), filled with your own composition of rich, textured layers and subtle nuances.

4. Discipline is the greatest act of self love

Not really sure if this is a quote. but it is something I realized while working out. That I wanted to be lean and confident about my body. that I wanted to see myself in the mirror confidently. hence, I have to take those dreading leg exercises and planks to achieve that. In order to sustain myself, I had to have discipline.

5. When all things fail, choose yourself.

2020 was a slope of circumstances. It started out pretty hopeful. But then things will never fix by themselves only, like most relationships, it failed. it didn’t work out. I did the most liberating thing. I left. My months in 2020 was such a circus of emotions-- “Am I not worthy?” “Why didn’t he choose me?” but then I realize, no one chooses me so I should choose myself.

6. We are spiritual beings having a human experience." - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Life is a constant quest of aligning ourselves into our higher purpose as spiritual beings.

7. We live in a dimensional reality

“Nature abhors a vacuum” every space in nature needs to be filled with something. Dimensions are simply the different facets of what we perceive to be reality. Hence, everything has a reason. and your reality is shaped to how you perceive it.

8. More than anything, spiritual growth

I realized, healing is through God. You can never fully find yourself if not through God. Faith is what remains when everything else leaves.

9. Your Anointing is enough- Bo Sanchez

Bo Sanchez said in his book that you have everything you need to succeed. you have it in you residing deep inside of you. You just need to nurture and utilize these gifts to your advantage.

10. It’s how much you BADLY want it.

You need to be desperate. You need to WANT it so BADLY in order to get it.

11. If you are standing by the same platform in a train station for too long, LEAVE. you're never gonna catch a train in a wrong platform.- Undar, 2020

in other words, learn to leave.

12. Believe that you have it and you do.

Law of Attraction states that you have to believe that you are already living the life that you want in order to have it. Logically, it’s believing you can make it happen- it;s having faith that you are bound for that best thing.

13. "You just need 20 seconds of insane courage"

Stop thinking. Just do it. Me every time I think of working out.

14. You got to have a plan and counter-attacks

It pays to be prepared in every worst scenario.

15. Expect for the WORST but manifest BEST outcomes

While you should attract best outcomes, you should also think of worst scenarios and be prepared on how to overcome them.

16. “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”―Paulo Coelho

AGAIN, YOU JUST HAVE TO WANT IT SO BADLY!!!

17. these moments of non-fuckery are the moments that most define our lives - Mark Manson

From “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life” - a lifechanging book which changed my perspective about life. But mind you, this book is not about slacking off. It’s about picking your battles. “Who you are is defined by what you’re willing to struggle for.” . People often waste their lives fighting battles that consume most of their entire lives. Remember, life is short.

18. The heart outgrows the chest.

It’s amazing how much your heart can hold; how much can your heart love and how much can it endure. it’s fascinating how much one can do for love and up to what extent can one be willing to risk.

19. Kaya mo lagi. -_-

Akala mo lang hindi mo kaya, pero kaya mo.

20. Stop asking the wrong questions

I always ask, “Am I not enough to be chosen?”. All along I’m asking the wrong question, “Why am I hanging on to people who do not choose me?”

21. God is not after the crushing. He is after the wine.

God is not a punishing God. He is after who we are after the adversities. Like grapes that needed to be crushed in order to become wine. The crushing is essential. it is a necessary destruction.

22. God. Never. Fails.

I keep on asking the universe, I keep on asking God where my breakthrough is because it has been failures lately. but throughout my search, God has been subtly answering my prayers, not in a way I predicted it but in a better way. I then realized that God’s plans are better than mine. it’s grander and more lasting. God’s NO is God’s saving grace and I have been saved for many times.

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glittergummicandypeach · 5 years ago

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What I would’ve told a girl in my religion class after she said she’s ‘transgender’

April 28, 2020 (LifeSiteNews) – It was a beautiful, crisp Saturday morning in the South in late February. My wife and I were on a short drive north to a nearby parish to participate in a retreat. As two of the older instructors in our small rural parish's Faith Formation program, we had been asked to attend the retreat as its representatives. Planned for eighth and ninth-grade students, the purpose of the retreat was to instruct and properly prepare these teenagers to receive the Sacrament of Confirmation.

Expecting to serve as a general chaperone, I was instead assigned to be the sole facilitator for one of the small groups. The topic of the small group discussion was "Hard Teachings of the Faith", and the challenges that Catholics will encounter in the secular culture for those beliefs. I fully embraced the topic, viewing it as a special opportunity to educate these young Catholics about the absolute truths and beauty of the Faith. However, I never anticipated the surprise that was awaiting me.

My group consisted of nine students, six girls and three boys, ages 13 -16. The last student to enter was a young girl with close-cropped hair and pretty brown eyes. She sat down in a chair near the front of the classroom, on my left, less than ten feet from me.

During the fifty minute session, I attempted to cover in a broad way the Church's teachings on marriage, premarital sex, priestly celibacy, homosexuality, and abortion. There was limited but appropriate back and forth between myself and the students. I felt good about the interaction — until the surprise came.

At the very end of the session, when I asked if there were any final questions, the girl who was the last to enter, and who had been quiet but attentive until that moment, stood up and declared: "I'm transgender."

Caught completely off guard, and as the other students applauded, I thanked her for her courage and honesty. However, there was no time remaining for further discussion. Time had run out. As the students emptied the classroom and headed back to the general assembly, I managed a few brief words with the girl. I did not know her last name, and have neither seen nor spoken with her since the retreat.

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The inadequate response on my part haunted me. It felt as if I failed the girl, both morally and spiritually. Yet given the circumstances of limited time, the Church's strict guidelines on interactions of any kind between an adult and a student, the absence of her parents, and the group setting, even now, almost two months later, I am not certain what would have been the best way to respond to her announcement.

After much thought and prayer, I wrote a letter to the girl. It stayed on my computer for several days, its fate uncertain. One week later, I contacted officials at the school she attends. The individual I spoke with immediately knew who the girl was. Eventually, after several calls and emails, I requested the school seek permission from the parents to forward the letter to the girl. The school notified the Pastor of the parish associated with the school of my unusual request, and then the Pastor contacted an official with the Diocese for approval. About three weeks later, I was informed that permission had been granted and that the letter had been shared with the girl's parents.

I would have told her...

Here is what I would have told that young girl if I had the parents' prior permission, and if there had been adequate time and a private setting to discuss such a sensitive and personal issue.

I would have told her that she was very bold to speak in our group about her struggle with gender.

I would have told her that despite the otherwise calm outward appearance that all is well, she was not very successful in disguising the suffering she was experiencing.

“For a teenage girl who apparently feels trapped in the wrong body, it must be terribly confusing and painful. Your soul must ache for peace,” I would have said.

"Gender dysphoria is a very heavy cross to bear. You may feel alone and abandoned. As you mentioned, this personal crisis is further exacerbated by the unexpected bullying by fellow students and other Christian friends, and undoubtedly compounded by a perceived lack of understanding and acceptance from others you had trusted. I am so sorry,” I would have told her.

I would have told her that it would not be merciful for me if I were to lie to her.

“To shield you from God's truth would be dishonest and cause much greater harm to you over time than any words a bully could ever utter. Amid the myths of the modern secular culture, you deserve to hear the truth about gender fluidity from responsible and empathetic adults with wisdom and a strong Catholic faith, individuals who care deeply about you as a person and who are equally concerned about the fate of your eternal soul,” I would have said.

"So, here is the hard truth. The culture is badly mistaken. You have been misled. You can neither choose nor change your gender. The science is clear. Although the physical body can be altered by medications and surgery, it is impossible to change one's biological gender,” I would have told her.

I would have let her know that the Catholic Church's teachings are in concordance with science.

“The Church teaches there are only two genders — male and female — God-given at the moment of conception, and immutable. For you, and for the many others led astray by the lies of the culture, this is a difficult truth to accept. It may leave you feeling angry and more confused. Yet it is the truth. Gender can neither be chosen nor changed by the work of human hands,” I would have told her.

I would have suggested that she pray because prayer has the singular power to heal the soul.

“Pray unceasingly that God will hear your voice, end the confusion, heal the suffering, grant you His lasting peace, and shower you with His infinite mercy, love, and grace,” I would have told her.

I would have suggested that she go to Mass often and receive the Healing Power of the Holy Eucharist.

“Pray the rosary. Ask the Blessed Mother to intercede with God on your behalf. Pray to Saint Michael the Archangel to defend you in this epic spiritual battle for your eternal soul. Attend Eucharistic Adoration and pray in the presence of The Lord. Place your complete trust in Jesus Christ, your Lord and Savior, to comfort and heal you,” I would have told her.

I would have told her to seek both professional assistance and spiritual guidance.

“Avoid the temptation to seek care from someone who will only tell you what you want to hear, rather than what you need to hear for true healing and personal salvation,” I would have told her.

I would have strongly advised her against succumbing to the lure of hormones or surgery.

“They do not deliver what they seductively promise. Neither treatment heals the suffering soul; they disfigure and/or mutilate the body, and would only add to the torment and pain,” I would have told her.

Finally, I would have told her to not ever lose hope.

“God loves you unconditionally. In His eyes, you are beautiful just the way you are. Remember that you are a child of God, created in His image and likeness. Ever present at your side, your Guardian Angel stands vigilant and steadfast, ready to protect you from any and all spiritual harm.”

“You are being called to be a Saint. It is your destiny. May God ease your suffering. May the Lord bless, protect, and guide you all the days of your life."

Pray for this girl

Only God knows how this girl’s story will end.

Although the girl's parents had knowledge of my phone number, they never attempted to call me. The Catholic School that she attended closed shortly after the retreat because of COVID-19 and the shutdown. An official at the school reported there had been no further contact with the girl, and none was anticipated.

As an eighth-grader, this was her last year at the school. Since there is no Catholic High School in the area, the girl will probably attend the local public high school in the fall. There her transgenderism will be celebrated. Even if she experiences second thoughts about her new chosen sexual identity, peer pressure from “friends" may make it difficult for her to reverse the decision.

Similar to this girl, many confused children are being sacrificed on the altar of the modern secular culture. To counteract the lies of the culture, the Truth must be boldly proclaimed. Parents, please speak to your children. Be empathetic but clear. Gender can neither be chosen nor changed by the work of human hands. Children need to hear the truth from you. It is your parental and moral responsibility.

Please pray for this girl, her parents, and all those affected by the evil plague of transgenderism.

This content was originally published here.

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constantly-disheveled · 7 years ago

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Hello, I am really interested in witch craft but I'm cristian. I'm not really the type to go to church every sunday or follow all the rules but I don't know if the practice of both will conflict.

This is a topic that is near and dear to my heart. Through the last few years I’ve struggled with this so much, and honestly, I’ve decided that it’s just a choice you have to make if it’s something that really gets to you like it did to me. Let me explain my reasoning.

I grew up with my mom and stepdad who are both hard core christians. As a child they would force us to go to church and of course as young kids with no interest in sitting through dry sermons, we weren’t that interested. Once I started getting older I discovered witchcraft and have always always ALWAYS believed in the deepest part of my bones that I was made to practice. Everything about witchcraft is beautiful and enticing and delicious to me. I can incorporate my favorite things in the whole world into this practice and it makes me so damn happy it is unreal. And until I was a senior in high school I never thought anything of it.

My earliest memories of explaining or “outing” myself about my witchcraft practices to my mother was the exact sentence that I can still hear plain as day in her voice; “Great, my daughters a pagan.” The amount of disgust and disapproval was something I can never forget and I think one of the first wedges that were drove between us. My stepdad banned me from going outside alone, I wasn’t allowed to bring any nature paraphernalia in the house, I wasn’t allowed to use the computers anymore. They had no idea what I was doing or why, and they had no idea how much damage they had done to that level of trust I had tried to build by telling them.

Now, I then moved in with my dad in 6th grade, and they are not religious folk but they knew about my interest in witchcraft. At first my dad was a little hesitant but by the time I was in 9th grade they were supportive of me, and by that I mean they loved me and while maybe didnt understand the draw or what I believed about it, they respected me enough at a whopping 13/14 years old to realize how important this was to me and how much I enjoyed doing it. This led to my stepmom getting me a one hour tarot reading session at my favorite little new age store for christmas, books every christmas and birthday on tarot reading, herbal witchcraft, holistic healing, and more. The best gift I have ever received from anyone ever was from them; my dad specifically.

They went to this store I loved in Yellow Springs, and at the time I had been in a pretty rough place in my life. It was right after my 18th birthday, for christmas, and I was with a guy who was not good for me or to me at all. I had slowly begun to give up all of those things about myself that I loved and my parents saw it but I was blind to it. So, they went to this store, and bought five crystals. Put them in a little baggy, put it in a little box, and bam, christmas gift. Oh wow whats the big deal it’s just some crystals blah blah blah

Well let me tell you the big deal. When I opened this gift, I see the bag of crystals. And I see a slip of yellow paper. I examine all the stones, then read the note. My dad, who has the most unreadable handwriting ever, had gone to this store, done research, asked for help, and then WROTE IT ALL DOWN, the information about five crystals and their properties, as a gift to me, to help me. These stones were not random “oh thats pretty” choices. My parents found crystals that had specific intentions that they thought I needed. One for clearing the path ahead of you, to heal your spirit, to find peace in confusion and chaos, to heal my heart and give my protection, and one for patience, and strength of will.

When I read this, I started sobbing. I was a mess, because I couldn’t believe how much effort they went through to show me that not only did they love and support me, but because they did, they wanted to help me in a way that I would and could respond to. Something I believed in and practiced. It was the most meaningful and beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me and I still have those crystals, and I still have that note.

My point in sharing that long story is how differenly I was treated because of this, and how that shaped my ability to be..impartial to the decision of believing in god and being a witch. It was ingrained in me since I was a child from my mother that it was wrong. It was a huge nono. And yet, my dad, my stepmom, the two people I refer to as my Parents, gave me the complete opposite stance on the spectrum, and instead of trying to punish me for my love of something they didnt fully understand, they embraced it as part of me and helped me to come to terms that it’s okay to not be the same or to the same thing as everyone else.

Now, all that being said, there are tons of arguments you can find on tumblr (and I’m sure you have) about being a Christian and a witch. There are christian witches on tumblr and IRL. Everyone’s opinion on it differs. There are those that say since witchcraft is a practice and Christanity is a religion, and since witchcraft can be secular, theres no reason you shouldn’t be able to do it. God wont mind if you don’t involve him. If thats how those people feel thats 100% valid and okay! Me personally, growing up in the household that I did, I will never be able to reconcile the two, no matter how badly I want to. And I DO.

I love Jesus. I love the bible. I love the things that God has done for me. I love studying and praying and all that jazz. But no matter how much people use the scholarly argument of “it’s not actually condemning witchcraft it’s a mistranslation” or the “old testament doesn’t count anymore” or anything of the sort, It is impossible for me to believe it on a personal level because of that damage that’s been done to me.

All of that being said, it could be entirely different for you. Just as witchcraft is personal, so is your relationship with God. If you pray about it and it seems like Gods on board with the idea, I say go for it! Some people even use witchcraft to glorify God! Some people believe they should be entirely separate. It will all depend on you and God and your feelings on the topic.

Damn that was long. I’m so sorry!

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alikosalome-blog · 5 years ago

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21 things I learned while being 20.

1. Call your parents. Make time for them and appreciate them you never know when last they'll be in your life. 2. Trust your gut. ALWAYS bet on your instincts, because noone, not even one person_ knows your heart better than you. 3. Dating as a means of getting to know someone is highly(I cannot stress this enough) overrated. When your hormones are ragging and the attraction is magnetic; your brain takes a vacation. 4. Giving up is not an option. There's always a bright blinding light at the end of the tunnel. When life hits you with something unexpected you have to be prepared to hit it right back with full vengeance and leave your own scar in the process. 5. Heartbreak is a bitch. It is the worst feeling in the world! You cry, you break things, you binge watch an eight season series and nothing might seem to work. You are left questioning who you are "arent I lovable? " "was my love not enough" or my favorite one "how could I be so stupid? ". But here's the truth; healing will happen gradually, the ache will always be there but the intensity will fade and you will find other beautiful things(or people) to fill the void. 6. Be an alien. Act like everything is new to you.. try out the new bar, sign up for that dancing class, tint your hair green (as tragic as that might be) step out of your boring_ass ruts of tired excuses and lame habits and see how exciting life can be. You'll thank me later! 7. God does love you. 8. Writing will inevitably lead you to dark places. Because you cannot write authentically about something unless you've seen it or lived it. 9. Boundaries dont keep people out. They fence you in 10. Attraction isnt enough. It isnt a justifiable motivation to open up to someone. There has to be more; Love, attention, affection etc. Dont ever accept a 97% tell em to add a 3 or else... Goodbye. 11. Life Isnt a walk in the park. Its chaotic and messy, you'll never fully be prepared when fate itself is staring you down, no motivational book will give you the next step. We are constantly on a battle field battling to keep our heads above. 12. There's love and then there's him. You guys never dated, But this boy understands you and is always there when you need him and his presence in your life will always bring a promise of sunshine. 13. You are your own hero. Sometimes people leave when you need them the most. Its life. get over it!. Only you can save yourself. 14. Sex is cheap. You can get it anywhere at anytime. No strings attached. No money involved_ Just, whack. bam. Thank you Charlie. Buuuuut, you are so much more than that, look for so much more_ a connection, a stroll in the park, a real conversation. Dont be reduced to a one night stand. 15. The ability to get along with and accept people from all works of life as friends is strong with position 16. It is so hard to admit to have stayed in a relationship that was badly messed up, to have been a victim; it feels dirty, as if you are confessing to a sick sexual turn on. 17. Just hearing your bestfriend's voice over the phone has the same stress_reducing effects of a hug. 18. Thank you. Next?. Ex boyfriends get alot of anger in the relationship world, for things they did and didn't do. Thing is, we only remember the bad days, forgetting the times they held you when you cried. The times they bent the continent in half, just to be with you when sickness couldn't let you get out of bed. yes it hurt, you broke up. but over everything their mistakes are what taught you to adult. 19. Never let anyone place your beauty into limitations. Ever! You are beautiful and thats just about it. 20. You are not obligated to having children just because your body has that capability. Dont ever feel guilty or bad for not wanting kids. 21. I am not here just to look pretty. I give birth to oceans everyday and I am damb sure I got gold running through my veins_I wont let anyone bottle up my sparks. ♡♡♡☆☆☆♡♡♡☆☆☆☆♡♡♡☆☆☆

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mauridianhallow · 8 years ago

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All of the questions xoxo

Hey Anon, what's up, how're you, wanna get breakfast, maybe see an early film? Hmu Also these took forever and I hate you thank you for asking 😂 (I love these kinda things) 1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? There is not, hasn't been for a while haha  2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? I do, because at the heart of it all, they were afraid. I've acted out of fear before, I wasn't proud of it. They were afraid and they acted out, it's been a long time and took me a while to get here, but I don't hold it against them.  3:What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” I...I can't answer that omg there's this inside joke between my friends and I and this...thing that happened almost a year ago just yeah I can't answer that Jesus Christ  4: What’s something you really want right now? Mental stability my dudes and also a coffee and maybe some physical affection because I realise it's been nearly 4 months since I actually hugged someone and that kinda sucks.  5: Are you afraid of falling in love? Terrified, but not in the bad way, in the way you're supposed to be scared of falling for someone.  6: Do you like the beach? I am inclined to give to answers, that I like MALTESE beaches because that country is like a second home, and I hate SCOTTISH beaches because they are not fucking beaches 😂  7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Never with someone as far as I can remember.  8: What’s the background on your cell? It's the Assassin's Creed insignia.  9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? Oh right, easy, eh, my friends: Andrew's, Laura's, Carol's and my nephew's.  10: Do you like your phone? I do like my phone, it's an iPhone SE.  11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? No they aren't, but a plan is only as good as how well it holds up when it fails, my English teacher used to say that to me and it's the truth as far as I'm concerned. Things aren't going to plan, nor are they going badly.  12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Some girl in Firewater who I never called, who never called me, and I should probably delete.  13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Comparing dogos is wrong and I shall have both please they will be called Alduin and Paarthurnax.  14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Right now, both.  15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo for me!  16: Are you tired? I'm always tired 😔  17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? Considering it's my mum? Haha about 20 years now!  18: Are they a relative? Yes.  19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Consider, probably. Actually do it? Never.  20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Probably the night that I kissed them which was ages ago and not really a big deal.  21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No, even if they were The One™ we would still be too young.  22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Not really.  23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? I don't wear them sadly.  24: Is there a certain quote you live by? Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine, that is to say, nothing is true and everything is permitted.  25: What’s on your mind? Food, having not eaten in a while, and college having not studied in a while.  26: Do you have any tattoos? I have a few, 3 to be exact.  27: What is your favorite color? Red or light grey.  28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? The next time myself and a person who wants to kiss, kiss. So probably never again lol  29: Who are you texting? Lots of people, mostly my sister to pick up milk.  30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? I have not.  31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? A few times, the last I can remember clearly was way back in August last year, when I was at my friends house, and my phone rang.  32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? I do, a few. All of them I trust, all my friends. Near or far haha  33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I wouldn't know, unless they felt like telling me.  34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? I have brown eyes, so, not really. Which is a shame, because brown eyes are beautiful.  35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? Good for them?? I don't really know how I'm supposed to react to these questions.  36: Were you single on Valentines Day? Lol yup.  37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? I'm just gonna ignore these kissing questions now wtf 😂😂 no I am not!  38: What do your friends call you? Condie.  39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? The last week? Not really no, it's been a chill-ish week.  40: Have you ever cried over a text? I have.  41: Where’s your last bruise located? My face, where most of my bruises have been located recently. All healed up now tho.  42: What is it from? I was in an accident, got some pretty bad facial injuries. Like I said, all healed up.  43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? Usually every Monday in Psychology 😂 but in all seriousness, my house sometimes. Just, miss going out as much.  44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My sister.  45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? I do, I have a pair of white converse I bought when I was in London, and they remind me of a pair I had when I was a kid. I love them! 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? Yeah so that's why I'm wearing a hat in most pictures 😂 I love my hats leave me alone!  47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? Probably not.  48: Do you make supper for your family? We don't really do supper.  49: Does your bedroom have a door? It does indeed!  50: Top 3 web-pages? Fallout Wiki, Stanford University Sociology, tumblr.hellsite.  51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? Now I think on it, I don't.  52: Does anything on your body hurt? My soul? Ahaha nah my teeth, I don't get my face fixed fully till next Friday so I'm pretty much always in pain.  53: Are goodbyes hard for you? They can be, depending on the person.  54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Coffee, last night. Stupid thing to do really!  55: How is your hair? I haven't left my bed yet so eh not great 😂  56: What do you usually do first in the morning? Check my phone.  57: Do you think two people can last forever? If they work at it, yeah.  58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? I was 10 years old.  59: Green or purple grapes? Purple all the way!  60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? Ahaha starved for physically affection this question makes me sad.  61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? With friends?  62: When will be the next time you text someone? Later today probably.  63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? Probably still in this fucking house.  64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. On tumblr I think.  65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? I was in a relationship this time last year.  66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? There is. A message from any of my friends, or my niece and nephew.  67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hate these questions now, I'm lonely you asshole.  68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Gosh darn I hope I can sleep tonight.  69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Hey look it's the title of my autobiography 😂 yeah son  70: How many windows are open on your computer? Six.  71: How many fingers do you have? 10... 72: What is your ringtone? Because I'm a Fucking Nerd™ the TARDIS noise.  73: How old will you be in 5 months? Twenty.  74: Where is your Mum right now? At work I think.  75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? AhAhahaha because the world is a cruel place  76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Can these physical affection questions actually fuck off?  77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? I am indeed, and I fail to see why, according to some people, that's a bad thing.  78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? Lol yeah I do  79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? There is not.  80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? I have, a few times.  81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? Maybe one or two? I'm not really sure I'm so starved of love these days I can honestly start to like someone if they are nice to me.  82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Nah.  83:Will you talk to the person you like tonight? How about N O P E on this question.  84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? Alice, my legendary drinking buddy, or Heather, my other legendary drinking buddy, or ALTERNATIVELY, we're not harassing innocent people on the streets because that's fucking creepy and who does that???? You choose which one you think is right.  85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? Anything over weed and I'd be pissed.  86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? It was Logan and everyone cried.  87: Who was your last received call from? My sister.  88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Y'know what, I would. Yeah it's fucking awful and disgusting and I'd feel bad but I'm also a student, I'm poor with bills to pay and I kinda need food. So yeah I would.  89: What is something you wish you had more of? Time.  90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? I have.  91: Do you sleep with your window open? Hell no because I'm no barbarian 😂 and also Scotland is freezing!  92: Do you get along with girls? I do, I get along with most people.  93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Everyone is.  94: Does sex mean love? Sex means whatever you want it to mean.  95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? O H. MY. GOD.  96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? I think so...? I'm not sure. Would be up for it but I can't remember.  97: Did you sleep alone this week? I'm always alone dude.  98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? My friends yup.  99: Do you believe in love at first sight? For some people sure, if it ever happens with me, I'll be the first to tell y'all.  100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? I can't remember sadly.

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