#Like I really like learning the language and I'm gonna continue practicing. I wish it had pronunciation practices like Spanish

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I think the only reason I struggle to learn new languages is dyslexia and muscle control issues from disabilities I was born w/ and then seizures I had as a toddler

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Unplanned Book Review Time!

I don't commit to doing book reviews on this blog because my ability to get through books in any sort of timely manner is spotty at best, but I've been reading two books lately that I really wanted to talk about. Disclaimer: I have not entirely finished either of the them, though my thoughts and feelings on them are strong enough that I can tell you whether or not I recommend them. (Honestly there's enough in the intros to each book to tell you whether they're worth reading or not.) I'm gonna give the reviews below the line since this is going to be long, so before deciding whether you read more I will say one book is on seidr and the other is on general protection magic.

First up is Dean Kirkland's Seiðr Magic: The Norse Tradition of Divination and Trance. I'm just gonna say it up top: do NOT waste your time or money on this. I bought it at Barnes & Noble (I knew nothing about the book or the author but wanted to encourage B&N to keep selling stuff like this), and I really wish I hadn't given this guy my money.

The biggest issue? Gatekeeping. He explicitly says in the introduction, on page 13, "If I am accused of gatekeeping[...]so be it." He's gatekeeping an open practice. That sentence alone tells you everything you need to know about why you need to skip this book. But let's get into specifics:

-He goes on to say that we shouldn't teach "just anyone" interested in seiðr about it because those without an aptitude for it will cause more harm than good. How the hell do people learn anything, then? Do we not know other magic to protect ourselves and undo any potential harm that may result from practicing a magical skill? He continues by explaining a Darwinian selection process of finding the people "meant" to practice seiðr. So you know, like eugenics.

-Any time he presents a ritual of any nature, he always makes it sound like you should be doing it exactly the way he describes, even if he ends the description with "but you can work with what you have." In one chapter he details this whole ritualized journey into the woods to find a branch from a tree to make your seiðr staff, and that you shouldn't just use dead fallen branches or the like. Literally every person I know who practices seiðr has been gifted their staff, through someone's direct intentions (like as a birthday gift or something) or more indirect ways like in my own experience: I was not looking for a staff when I went on a hike with my in-laws, but I picked up a fallen stick to use as a walking stick and Odin was like, "THAT IS YOUR MAGIC STICK TAKE IT WITH YOU IT IS YOURS." And I'm not gonna argue with Odin.

-Kirkland says you should spend as much money as possible on your ritual attire. This is after he acknowledges that Thorbjorg's extravagant costume (mentioned in the Saga of Erik the Red) is not about a display of wealth, but of spiritual power. He encourages you to build up your gear one piece at a time if you're financially struggling, but my guy, even that isn't possible for a lot of folks. You're saying people need to spend loads of money for a hood to wear over your head. You could have a designated seiðr hoodie and have just as effective a practice. Seriously.

-In the same vein, he always emphasizes that all materials used in your gear should be made from natural materials. As if that is always accessible to people. Not everyone is able to spend hours in the great outdoors. A lot of plastic-based goods are easier to obtain for folks. None of that prevents or prohibits you from a healthy seiðr practice.

-He also generally uses a lot of language that, on the surface, sounds logical and sound, but when you stop to think about it is super gatekeepy. This obnoxious and harmful tone colors the entire text and is frustrating beyond words.

As if gatekeeping weren't enough, Kirkland uses some credentials and experience to indicate expertise where he just doesn't have any. While he may have earned the right to put "Ph.D." after his name, including it on this book feels like he's chasing clout and feigning legitimacy. His Ph.D. is in ecology. Not anything related to religion or history of ancient Germanic Europe. But if you don't look closely, seeing he has a Ph.D. gives the appearance that he knows what he's talking about. It's disingenuous at best and intentionally deceptive at worst. His author biography mentions that he studied Andean shamanism under an indigenous paco. That's great! Good for him! But he's a white guy acting like an authority on various shamanistic practices, as he likens shamanic practices from several cultures to scant pieces of evidence we have to seiðr practice. This lends itself to the general issue with most books on seiðr, that our genuine lack of knowledge about the practice leads folks to fill in the gaps from other oracular traditions. If you utilize something like that based on your personal UPG and use that for yourself in your practice, that is one thing. But when you are teaching others with your UPG that involves traditions often closed to folks like yourself, maybe don't try to pass it off as the most correct way to practice seiðr. He says at the beginning that he will identify his UPG throughout the text, but he fails to do so quite often as he treats his connections to other oracular practices as Truth.

The truth is, pretty much every book we have on practicing seiðr includes the author's UPG and syncretism with other oracular traditions. If you're looking for "true" traditional seiðr practices, our archeological and written records offer extremely little. Personally, I would encourage you to build your own practice around your UPG (and maybe some appropriate SPG) and the known lore/practices if you are looking to develop a seiðr practice. My friends recently reworked Diana Paxson's method to include more lore-based elements, for example. As long as you know what sources you're filling in the gaps with for your personal practice, that's fine. Just make sure you explain that to others. Do not try to pass it off like The Way to Do Seidr like this jerk was trying to. There are a few interesting pieces of actual facts or rituals, but I wouldn't recommend spending money to read just for those trace elements. There are better people to learn seiðr from. (That said, if you lack an actual teacher and are learning from sources like Kirkland's, read this and all other seiðr books with a grain of salt and the understanding that this magical practice is not something we can fully and exactly recreate. Sorry, recons. You're gonna have to acknowledge the need to develop unique modern practices.)

And now for a book that I absolutely ADORE, Amy Blackthorn's Blackthorn's Protection Magic. This is one I borrowed from a friend and would love to spend the money to buy my own copy. Not being able to take notes and highlight in the book itself has been killing me!

Amy starts the book with an exercise for you to identify your own personal ethics in regards to protection of any kind. I did not expect anything like that, but I was pleasantly surprised. That kind of a foundation is crucial in practicing any form of magic, really, so starting the book with that solid foundation is incredibly useful before you even start to practice any of the spells and protection methods she explains through out the text. This is such an important conversation that witches need to be having internally and with each other. It made me contemplate things that I never had before, and reading her own responses to the questions she poses gave me insight into other perspectives on the matter of safety and protection.

Additionally, she makes a point to explicitly address mental health and physical protection. Understanding your mental health and any potential diagnoses is not only helpful for your general wellbeing, but it also helps you in discerning things like whether someone has cursed you or your depression is hitting you really hard. Equally important, she recognizes that spells aren't necessarily going to help you when someone's fist is coming towards your face. There is an entire section of the book dedicated to physical awareness and self-defense. Blackthorn's mindful acknowledgment of the balance of the mundane and the magical is something that I wish more magical practitioners understood and promoted, whether it's in regard to protection or any other kind of magic. It was absurdly refreshing to read any sort of witch, pagan, or adjacent text that so succinctly articulates this balanced approach.

As for the actual spells and methods presented in the book, I have yet to utilize many of them. (There's a lot and I am only one person, though some things I was already doing some version of myself, like visualizations.) However, I can say that she discusses the following in regards to protection magic techniques: visualizations, crystals/grids, plants and garden arrangements, physical and situational awareness, signs that you may be hexed/cursed/jinxed, home security, essential oils, use of tarot cards, incense, and various magical correspondences (like moon phases and colors). She offers a wide variety of options that you can pick and choose, and adapt to your personal needs or means. For instance, the chapter about plants discusses particular species and arrangements for outdoor gardens, as well as ones for indoor use (particularly useful if you live in an apartment and want to utilize plants in your magic); and visualizations require no materials whatsoever and is accessible to everyone.

Blackthorn also makes a point to help you determine the authenticity, quality, and traits of your tools. She explains ways to recognize counterfeit gemstones, how certain plants need to be tended to or how they interact with other plants, and how common items can be utilized for physical protection in a pinch. She presents everything in a way that empowers you to make informed decisions about your personal safety, which is what any sort of text like this should do.

From just the introduction piece on ethics alone, I would highly recommend this book. All of the practices and methods Blackthorn discusses are written in a clear and straightforward way. She covers several bases as someone who used to work in security herself, and really drives home the need for combining magical and mundane methods of protection to keep yourself, your loved ones, and your property as safe as possible. Again, I can't sing this book's praises enough. This would be an excellent addition to any witch's library.

If you've read either of these books, I'm curious what your thoughts on them are! Feel free to reblog, comment, or hit up my asks/PMs to discuss!

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𝟎𝟎𝟒 | it's my party

summary: A celebratory day turned dreary. Someone goes missing on your birthday, and your friends tries to lift your spirits.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, comfort, fluff, angst, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

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Eyes closed, [ Y / N ] turned her head skyward, and whispered to the wind: “What's up, sister?”

With an exhale, her eyes met the sticks burning themselves out, their upright bodies slowly blazing into ashes, and lavender scent dispersing.

“I turn another year older today…” She mentioned, slightly shifting on her seat. “Next year, I can legally have my name on a property… we are so close!” [ Y / N ] enthused. “and, of course, no more fake license and registration…”

“I'm gonna be all hands to make Reapers Speedway Club a reality.” She mentioned the name of their dream race track.

When she heard footsteps from down the stairs, she immediately speaks,

“I'm talking to Ysa.”

“Should I go?” Mikey asks, staying in place.

“I'm trying.” [ Y / N ] blurt. “I've been trying to figure out what's next for the team, now that we're still walking in the dark.” She explained.

“I know everyone's expecting me to take over, because majority of our seniors left when she died—”

“but… I don't know…”

“And, I thought she might know what I'm supposed to do. So I'm just gonna sit here and… wait for some divine intervention. I don't know.” [ Y / N ] shrugged, head hung low.

“Hey, Ysa… I hope you're well.” He carefully picked up a matchbox before taking one then scraping its head along the rough surface to kindle a flame. “Help [ Y / N ], will ya? Tell her to trust herself, and follow her heart’s desires.” He says, igniting the candle wick and putting out the old flame with a blow.

“and, say hi to Shinichiro for me.” He smiles, hands tucking into his pockets before taking the empty seat beside [ Y / N ].

A moment of silence was paid, both having their own thoughts in this brief moment of serenity.

Until continuous pounding came from the garage doors, urging [ Y / N ] to open her eyes and get up, “Who is knocking at my door like a barbaric?” She exclaimed, stomping towards the door and lifting it open.

“Hi.” Draken had a beaming smile as he came in sight, along with Emma and the Toman heads.

“Happy Birthday, [ Y / N ]!” Mitsuya greets from the back.

“Thank god you're here before they sing me a cheesy song. Come in.” She gestured her friends to come, warning them to not scratch her parked car as they headed inside.

Everyone had just settled onto the seats and carpet, while [ Y / N ] and Chifuyu tinkered with the stereo to get it working.

“Happy Birthday to you!” Although, she froze on the spot upon hearing the voice of the old man, alongside the little boy who was practically a brother to her.

“Happy Birthday dear [ Y / N ]! Happy birthday to you!” The rest of her friends joined in, as she could only silently stand in place. “Thank you.” She thanked them.

Not really having a certain wish in mind, [ Y / N ] blew out the lit candles on the cake before everyone cheered.

“Not a party without some songs, huh?” Smiley enthused, turning up the stereo that she had been preparing with Chifuyu.

“I'll leave you guys here, I made food. Please help yourselves.” Mr. Nakata spoke before heading to the stairs. “That’s a nice photo of Ysa, by the way,” He added, gesturing at the photo of the older girl by the lit candle and sticks.

“Hi, Mikey!” The younger boy remained in the basement along them.

“Hello, kid.” He smiles in response before the child runs towards the stairs.

“Thank you, Mr. Nakata.” Draken and Mitsuya bow as the two disappear in sight.

“Hey, I just learned how to like... put a mic on this thing.” [ Y / N ] segwayed, pointing towards the speakers. “Karaoke?” She offers. “Hell yeah!”

“Pick a song by a boy band! Then we can all sing.” Chifuyu says.

Manjiro joined everyone go through the CD catalog before feeling his phone buzz,

“Hello?” He answers, getting up to excuse himself from the rest.

“No, I haven't talked to him these days. He wasn't even in our meeting last week.” He answers the person on the other line.

“Yeah, please let me know.” His brows knit together at the news before ending the call. Not long enough, Chifuyu took notice of his absence and followed shortly, “What's up? You ok?”

“Takemichi is missing…” Mikey answered.

“Who was that?” Chifuyu asks, pointing at Manjiro’s phone. “His girl— Hina.”

“Alright, uhm, I'll turn it down…. then we can go.” Chifuyu replied.

“No, I don't wanna spoil her birthday, she didn't get a lot of these, you know?” He answers.

“Yeah…”

“Alright, then, I'll help you.” Chifuyu insisted.

“You need help with what?” [ Y / N ] just so happens to eavesdrop as she reached for the sushi platter, as the two were standing by the table.

“Nothing for you to worry about, birthday girl.” Mikey answered, heading towards the stairs to exit through the shop with Chifuyu. “Then—” [ Y / N ] followed suit,

“I want you to focus on one thing, [ Y / N ]. And that is your special day.” He spoke.

“Wait, you're leaving?” The three of them stopped on their tracks once the two reached the third step of the stairs,

“Yeah, I'll call you later, B. Just stay here.” Mikey promised.

“Fuyu?” She turns to the other boy. “[ Y / N ], don't worry about it.” He spoke.

“But, it's my birthday…” [ Y / N ] spoke with slight unsettledness in her voice.

“I'm sorry.” Was the last thing Mikey said before rushing towards the door.

“We haven’t been hanging out here in a while…” Upon arriving at the dimly-lit riverside, the two unmounted their bikes and started to push it alongside as they walked down the bricked ground.

After a moment, Manjiro’s ringtone started to go off which caused Chifuyu to flinch. “Uh, wait.” He pauses walking for a moment,

“[ Y / N ] again?” He asks, and Manjiro nods in response.

“Mikey, you should really tell her what's going on.” Chifuyu spoke, continuing to move forward. “It's still her birthday.” Mikey followed suit before pressing the decline button and then shoving the device back in his pocket.

“Jesus, you're still going with that. Okay.” Chifuyu shrugged. They don’t exactly know why they were looking around this place in particular, but maybe it was the occurrence of how many times they’ve spotted Hanagaki here.

While Chifuyu let Mikey wander on his own, he came up with possible places Takemichi could’ve been in. They were partners, after all. Best friends like that have some sort of telepathy– simply knowing each other’s thoughts.

He could’ve been staying with a friend or relative, or camping out someplace else… hell, he could be out of town. It is quite pointless to be here.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Mikey to realize that. Upon reaching the bridge that connected the lands, they decided to stop.v“No?” He asks. “No…”

“Hey, we should split up. You take that side.” He insisted.

“On it.” Chifuyu obliged, taking the side of the town he pointed at.

“Good night, guys. Thank you for coming.” [ Y / N ] watched them leave her home and get onto their own bikes,

“Always, [ Y / N ]!” Smiley says, his twin waving alongside. “Good night.” Draken bids, and [ Y / N ] smiles in response before raising her brows at him then nodding towards Emma; as a silent order.

“Bye, Emma.” He easily picked up, sending the girl a charming smile. Her cheeks warmed up at his gesture, knocking out some of her breath by the way he spoke. “Bye.” She simply nods.

As the boys left, [ Y / N ] stayed outside, watching them go and keeping the younger girl company, “Hey, do you want to come with me?” Emma offered.

“At your house?” [ Y / N ] questioned.

“Yeah, you can scold Mikey when he comes back.” She replies.

“Fine. Come on.” The idea itself was enough to convince her. Next thing, they were getting in her parked car.

“Geez, why so many stuffed toys?” Emma was overwhelmed by the amount of them hanging around in the backseat, and some on the dash. “Your brother.” [ Y / N ] simply replied, taking a mental note to put some of them in her room later.

“He bailed. With Chifuyu. and they didn't say a thing.” [ Y / N ] points the remote towards the garage doors, demanding them to close with one press.

“Wanna talk about it now?" Emma asks, securing the seatbelt.

“It's really not a big deal.” The exhaust of the car loudly hummed upon speaking, Emma felt [ Y / N ]’s frustration from how fast the car accelerated onto the road. “I mean, it's probably just Mikey being Mikey, you know?” She asks.

“Mhm.” The younger Sano agreed.

From blossomed clouds come water-petals into the cool late night air. The watery alphabet of the clouds fell to sing upon the roof of her car, and kiss the ground across the city.

“Anything?” Mikey answers in an instant upon seeing Chifuyu’s name on the small screen.

The rain caused him to be stranded in a bus shed,

“I found him…” He spoke on the other line.

“Everything alright?” He asks.

“Yes, Go back to [ Y / N ].” Chifuyu says.

“Are you sure?”

“I got this, Mikey. Go see [ Y / N ].” He insisted.

“Alright. Thank you so much.” Manjiro immediately starts up his engine, ready to leave.

“Well, his bike's not here…” Emma points out upon stepping out of [ Y / N ]’s car. She followed upon taking the keys off the ignition, the car making a sound upon locking as she followed behind the blonde girl.

She watched her unlock the door to Manjiro’s shed and got in, “Wait, isn't he like… gonna scold you for getting in here?”

“When Shin was still here, we would hang out here all the time. Uninvited. I still do it sometimes. The TV here is better than the one in my room.” Emma answered, placing their shoes on the rack before closing the door.

“These are the drinks I got at the store,” [ Y / N ] take out the bottled beverages from the quick store run she did at the gas station.

“Oh, he’s calling.” Emma says, immediately taking her attention.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Emmy. Just calling to say I’ll get home a little later.” Mikey says.

“Where the hell are you?” His sister asks.

“I just made a quick trip out of town, In light festival actually.” He answered.

“Light festival ? What are you doing there?” She blurted. Her remark only confused [ Y / N ].

“I uhm, happen to pass by. Look, don’t wait up for me, leave the keys on top of the front porch light.” He asks.

“You’d reach that?” Emma responded, holding back a snicker.

“I’m hanging up.” And with that, Manjiro’s call ended with a beep.

“Mikey told me he'd call…” [ Y / N ] sighed. “I just hope he's not getting in some sort of trouble right now, you know?” She added, while Emma could only watch her ramble.

“Fine, this is stupid.” She caved, heading to the couch to reach for her coat. “He can be anywhere he wants...”

“No, no… ” Emma catches up, “Scold him. For missing your birthday. He was the one who got us in and then he bailed without any explanation… and didn't call like he promised. I would’ve gotten mad too.” She says.

The establishment doors hit dainty bells above it as Manjiro enters, “Good evening, sir!” The keeper greets with a bow as he steps towards the counter.

“Are you here to pick up your order?” She asks. “Yes, it’s for Michael.” He replies with eyes still glued to the beautiful, flashy trinkets displayed behind the glass counters.

“Here you go, sir.” The keeper comes back within seconds, now placing the item over the counter for him to see. Upon lifting the lid of the box, the charm’s metal glimmered as light met it.

“Would you like some final touches to it?” She asks.

“No, it's perfect.” Taking one last look, he closes the box once more before securing it in his jacket then handing the cash.

“Thank you.” He nods, heading towards the exit. “Thank you, sir! I hope she likes it… ” The storekeeper spoke, and Manjiro could only agree.

The rest of the nearby stores had been long closed, and his bike was all that’s left in the parking lot, pulled up underneath a flickering light post.

He had just finished flattening his coat when he suddenly felt a sharp object hover his back, “Hand everything over, now!” Is he seriously getting mugged right at the very moment?

Normally, he would’ve left him a snarky remark, if it isn’t for the knife pointed at him right now. And he isn’t in the mood for fighting either. So for his sake, Manjiro carefully lifted both of his hands up,

“Man, you picked the wrong day…”

“Tsk!” Sucking his breath in to hold the pain, Mikey exclaimed, sweeping off the drop of blood falling from his busted cheek.

With the mugger now lying wounded on the wet and muddy road, the first thing he checked was his gift, making sure it hadn't been damaged in the slightest bit.

Although it was dark, he could conclude that it’s good as new; practically untouched. He threw one last glare at the man who was groaning in pain, who now started to stand up. He scoffed before starting up his engine, immediately speeding off before the man could initiate another fight or attempt to rob him.

He still has an hour. He was in a race with time and he was running behind. Stepping on the gas harder, his motorcycle surpassed the slow traffic on the highway to get back to [ Y / N ] on time.

11:09 PM, The phone read. He had to make a quick stop at home to tidy himself up. He quietly reached for the key above the porch light, then sprinted to his door.

Upon opening, he was surprised to see an unfamiliar pair of shoes on the rack. Great, had someone broken in? It was until he saw his half-sister lying asleep on the couch, with the television playing on the low. Well, she must’ve caught up with her favorite drama.

Quietly making his way to the table, he reached for the remote control to switch the television off, giving him the opportunity to meet his reflection as the picture faded.

He had taken a solid hit from the mugger earlier, and his cheek was starting to bruise. Pulling off his hair tie, the strands of his golden locks came loose, giving more volume to his hair to conceal the bruising spot.

He now headed over to his bedroom, discarding his coat and hanging it over a seat.

Upon turning, he slightly flinched at the sight of someone asleep on his bed, [ H / C ] locks facing him. “[ Y / N ]?” He was certain it was her. Carefully walking towards her sleeping frame, the mattress sank under his weight as he took a seat by her legs.

“Hey?” He softly called, “I'm not exactly sure what you're doing here, but…” He took the folded blankets placed by the footboard, carefully resting it above her frame. “I think it has something to do with the fact that I wasn't…” He sighed, getting up.

By this point, [ Y / N ] started to stir awake from all his talking, choosing to stay still to further listen to his words.

“The truth is… I went around town. Near Udagawa Church, actually.” He spoke. “and I didn't tell you because last time we were there… everything was a mess.” He spoke, referring to last christmas’ conflict.

“Takemichy went AWOL… and his girl was really worried.” He simply explained. The claim took [ Y / N ] by surprise, but remained still in her position. “But everything's fine, Chifuyu found him,” He added. “and I didn't want you to think I'm getting in trouble instead of being with you on your birthday.”

“So I… bluffed.”

“But I've come to realize that bluffing is the same as lying… and that's….” He stepped closer towards her once more, “Something I never want to do.”

“Especially to you.” He finished, pulling the blanket further up her frame before heading back to the desk.

Upon hearing silence and feeling his absence, [ Y / N ] pushed the blanket off and sat up on his bed, “You could've told me, you know?” She blurts, and Mikey turns immediately, giving her a rare view of his hair undone.

“Good morning?” He greets, more of a questioning tone. “I don't want to be the bearer of the bad news on your day.” He spoke.

“The guy lives a few houses across the street from me.” She scolded. “Oh, right…” He gulped. “But, yeah… I haven’t been seeing him lately, is he okay?” She agreed. “Yeah…” Mikey nodded.

“Which reminds me…” He raised a finger, reaching for the insides of his discarded jacket. “It's still an hour before midnight.” He spoke, taking out the dainty box that contained her gift. “You're up just in time for your surprise…” Mikey walks back, handing it to her as he sits on the edge.

“Again, I'm sorry for being late but, I'd rather give this to you in private.” He admits, watching her left the box.

Inside it is a silver cable bracelet, placed over a layer of red, silk cloth. In the middle of it was the bracelet’s charm in the shape of what appeared to be a wheel; with a dainty [ birthstone ] stone in the middle to top it off.

ALthough she was still trying to make out what it was, [ Y / N ] took it out in amazement, her fingers making contact with it’s cold surface, the silver glimmering as she observed it with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“It's beautiful…” She continued to admire, “Is it— is this a wheel?”

“A steering wheel.” He replied. Right, that made more sense. “Right.” She nodded.

“But— remember how you told me your dream car was a Corvette C1?” He asks. She wasn’t exactly sure where he was going with, but she agrees.

“Uh huh…”

“Well, I looked around car compounds to find a trashed one…” He spoke. “I would've taken the steering wheel itself but I didn't know how to take it out and the guards were gonna catch me so…” She laughed at his narrative,

“I took the side mirror instead and brought it to a jeweler. Told them to make the metal part into a bracelet with a charm in the shape of the car's steering wheel.” She slightly gasped, securing the bracelet in her fist upon hearing his words.

“aaand, your birthstone in the middle.“

“Oh my god.” She could only speak in response. The gesture and thought itself was something that no one’s ever done to her before, and it made her heart warm.

“Happy birthday, B.” He softly chuckled, taking the bracelet from her with a silent look before carefully lifting her hand up,

[ Y / N ] breathed, “Thank you so much for this, you have no idea how much I appreciate it— how I appreciate you.” She spoke from the sentiment.

Manjiro smiled, nodding in return as she allowed his thumb to stroke the back of her hand as if to say a wordless you’re welcome.

He carefully placed the charm over her wrist before securing the hooks on the other side just the right amount for her wrist size.

She smiled at how beautiful it looked on her, looking up to meet his gaze once more with a smile. She now got a good view of his untied hair, barely showing his face. “Your hair is getting in the way. How are you still seeing me?” She remarked, their hands unclasping as she reached for his locks. “Yours is growing out too.” He pointed out, ruffling her own ones.

“Wanna stop by at Mitsuya's place tomorrow?” She asks, offering their hair to be done by their best friend.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Without another word exchanged, [ Y / N ] had pulled Manjiro in her arms, embracing him in a hug they both needed after this day. At first, he remained stiff from her sudden gesture, before melting back into her embrace, like an old instinct. He hugs her back, arms around her waist and hers over his shoulders.

“Thank you…” She breathed, thanking him once more.

Although she couldn’t see it, he smiled warmly, right hand stroking her hair and the other delicately hooked around her waist as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder.

There was something in her touch that led him to a place he was never familiar, yet at ease in. more so to any places he’d been to— it was in her arms. The way she had them around his cood body in the cold season or the way she lent it to him to lean on. He liked it.

This made [ Y / N ] feel like she was melting on the spot— there was a spark in her that she felt from their closeness; it felt so warm yet, so bizarre that she wanted it to never end.

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Live Laugh Love ~ Pilot

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Summary: 9-year-old Sheldon Cooper learns that having a brilliant mind doesn't always help growing up in Texas.

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A/N: I wrote 2,587 words! I loved being able to bring my creations to life. I hope to do more in the future.

Y/N and Georgie are in Georgie's room when Mary calls the two teens down for dinner. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. As they sit down in their chairs, right next to each other, they hear Mary yells towards the garage, "Shelly, dinner's ready!" Mary starts serving the table as we wait for Sheldon. George yells out to Sheldon after a couple of minutes, "Sheldon! Don't make me come in there!" Y/N and Georgie sit there engaging in a hushed conversation about the movie they watched together earlier that week. Missy soon gets tired of waiting for Sheldon, and yells to Sheldon, "Sheldon, if you don't get in here, I'm gonna lick your toothbrush while you're sleeping!" Sheldon quickly responds with, "Coming" before rushing into the house to eat.

Sheldon enters the house, and he quickly sits down with the rest of his family, who are all sitting around the table. George waits for the boy to sit down before saying, "What the hell were you doing in there?" Mary calls George's name with a calm yet angry voice. George notices and responds with, "What?" Mary gets onto George for his language. "What language?" George asks Mary before turning to Sheldon, "So?" "I was having fun with dimensional kinematics", Sheldon says responding to his father. Hearing this, Y/N and Georgie look at each other and roll their eyes.

"Just at admit it, he's adopted," Georgie says to his parents after turning his attention away from his food. Sheldon turns to Georgie and says, "How could I be adopted when I have a twin sister? Think monkey, Think." Y/N chuckles at Sheldon's insult towards Georgie. Georgie gives Y/N a glare. Mary breaks the fight between the boys by telling them that no one was adopted, but Y/N. Mary realizes what she says and sadly looks at Y/N. Y/N just shrugs and goes back to listening to the people she called family. Y/N was sad about the reminder of the situation that occurred when 11 years ago but didn't let the comment affect her.

"I wish I was.", Missy comments under her breath. "That can still be arranged.", Mary tells Missy before telling the family that it is time to pray. George expresses his irritation with a groan, causing Mary to give George a very stern look. Right before the family starts to pray, Sheldon puts on a pair of mittens. George groans again which makes Y/N chuckle. "Leave him be," Mary says defending her youngest son. George argues, "He can hold hands with his family, it won't kill him."  "We don't know that." Sheldon says before looking at Georgie and asks, "Did you wash your hands before dinner?" "Shut up," says Georgie defensively. Y/N finally speaks up, "Hey, I have to hold his hand to pray every night, whether his hands are washed or not." Georgie glares at Y/N again, and Y/N and Missy laugh and high-five each other under the table. "I hold his hand Y/N, hence the mittens." Y/N playfully rolls her eyes at the comment. The family holds their hands together and prays.

After prayer, Sheldon takes off his mittens and starts eating with the family. Mary asked everyone at the table if they were excited to start school on Monday. Sheldon is the first to respond with an "I am". Missy then responds to Mary's question with an "I guess so". Y/N is third to respond with, "I guess. The only thing I like is hanging out with Georgie and the fact that I am in Art this year". Ever since Y/N moved into Cooper's household, Mary noticed that the one thing Y/N loved more than hanging out with Georgie was how creative she was. At church, Y/N would sing like angel. When Y/N thought Mary wasn't looking she would dance her heart out. Y/N also had a sketchbook full of really cool art and a notebook full of wonderful poems and stories. Mary knew Y/N was gonna have a successful life, and she hoped and prayed that Georgie wouldn't mess it up for her.

Georgie was not happy about starting school. "How can I be excited when he's gonna be there?!" Georgie complains. Sheldon boasts, "Don't worry, I won't be in the ninth grade for very long". George tries to help Georgie by saying, "Never mind him, you and Y/N just focus on your practice". Georgie is on the football team and Y/N is on the cheer squad. "How am I supposed to do that when he's in the same grade as me?" "Just ignore him. At least you'll have me there, except for 5th period. I have art" Y/N reassures her best friend.

"All I know is he's not in the same grade as me anymore, and I am thrilled," Missy says before getting a kick in the leg and glare from Y/N. Sheldon sarcastically says, "Good luck with your finger painting."Missy responds with, "You're gonna get your ass kicked in high school". Mary yells at Missy about her language. Sheldon says, "I'm not going to be assaulted- high school is a haven for higher learning". Y/N and George both respond with a quiet, "oh, dear God".

"Speaking of God, who's going to church with me tomorrow?" Mary asked. George says he can't make it because he has to meet with the other coaches. Mary asks if they could meet after church which George responds with a, "no, we can not meet after church". There is an awkward pause before Mary asks Georgie. Georgie tells his mother, "I have to study my playbook." before looking to his father for approval. George nods at his son, while Y/N looks down at her food with a sad expression, wishing that Georgie would have gone with them. "I have to practice my cheer performance, but I can do that after church. It would be nice to go back," Y/N tells her godmother, which puts a big smile on Mary's face and a frown on Georgie's. Sheldon also decides to go with Mary. Y/N's face grew a wide smile hearing that Sheldon was going. "Oh! Cheer practice can wait! Sheldon at church will be more fun than any cheer performance! I can just see it now. Sheldon and science versus Pastor Jeff and God." Y/N jokingly says while laughing. Missy brings the conversation back to Sheldon by asking why he's going to church when he doesn't even like church. "No, but I believe in mom," Sheldon said putting a big smile on Mary's face.

When Mary asked Missy if she was going, Missy tried to get out of it, but as I said she tried. "Son of a bitch.", Missy says under her breath. Mary flicks Missy's head and Georgie laughs. George smacks Georgie's head and Y/N laughs.

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Mary, Sheldon, Missy, and I were all in our church clothing, sitting in a pew. The church was full. Everyone except for Sheldon sang Onward Christian Soldiers. Sheldon whispers something to Mary, that I couldn't hear.

Pastor Jeff starts the sermon and Sheldon is still asking Mary questions. "Do you have evil thoughts?" Sheldon whispers to his mother. Mary shh's him but he still keeps going, "I just don't think this part applies to me". "That's fine, be quiet and listen," Sheldon says something else about puberty, causing an older woman to turn towards the boy and his mother. When the woman turns back toward the Pastor, Sheldon asked Missy and me if we had evil thoughts. I respond with a "Not really" but Missy said the opposite, " I'm having one right now". When Sheldon asks what it was, Missy said that she was going to kick him where the sun doesn't shine when we got home. Sheldon tells missy that his balls haven't dropped yet and then asked his mom when his balls would drop. The older lady turns back towards the family and Mary threatens the woman.

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We get back from church and Sheldon instantly goes for the student handbook. I pass Mary and Sheldon to go change. I go into Georgie's room after I change. Georgie is in his normal wear, a t-shirt, and jeans, reading his 'Sports Illustrated' magazine. "You know you have no chance with any of those girls in that magazine, right", I say leaning against Georgie's door frame. Georgie instantly looks up at me and says, "You look good. Maybe more than those girls in my magazine." I'm wearing a black jean skirt, with a nirvana shirt tucked in and a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under it.

Georgie and I laugh at his comment and walk over to his bed. "So, how was church?" Georgie asked while going back to reading his magazine. "It was ok. Your mom almost beat up an old lady for calling Sheldon weird, after he talked about his balls dropping. Other than that, it was like any regular church day." I tell Georgie. "So!", Getting Georgie's attention, "How was your playbook?" I ask Georgie knowing he was lying. Georgie looks at me then back at his magazine. "You know that was not the main reason I didn't go to church. I'm not as invested in church as much as you are, so don't give me that look." Georgie says knowing I was going to get onto him for lying to his mother. I dropped that conversation, and we went downstairs to watch tv and talk.

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When I get downstairs, I see George and Georgie talking, so I walk over to them. On my way there, Mary stops me and asked me if I've to saw Sheldon's bowtie. I shake my head no and continue walking. When I get to the table where the boys are talking, they are talking about football. Mary comes up and asks if the boys have seen Sheldon's bowtie. George tells Mary, "Leave it alone Mary, he doesn't need a damn bowtie." Mary argues back, "It's his first day of school, let him wear what he wants." Sheldon yells down the stairs that he still can't find his bowtie. "Oh dear lord, why's he gotta wear a bowtie?" Mary says walking away.

"Can Y/N and I ride in with you", Georgie asked his father. I sit there eating my breakfast quietly, before looking up when hearing my name. George contemplates the situation, then says "sure". "Everybody's gonna know he's your brother. You can't hide. It's gonna be awful for you." I didn't even know Missy was at the table before she said something. "Tell her to shut up." Georgie defensively tells his father. Georgie tells his son, "She's not wrong" earning a light slap on the arm from me. George mumbles sorry and goes back to his coffee.

We're all eating when Mary storms into the kitchen. "George Junior, give me back that bowtie right now!" She yells. "I didn't take it!" "Don't you lie to me!" "I'm not lying!" "We'll see about that!" The pair go back and forth. When Mary walks back upstairs, he yells for his mother to stay out of his room. Missy smiles and says, "She's gonna find your dirty magazines." "Shut up." "You are not having a good day." I shake my head at Georgie, agreeing with Missy.

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Georgie and I are sitting in homeroom when we see Sheldon walk in. Sheldon calls out, "My father's a football coach, my adoptive sister's a cheerleader, and my brother's a football player!" When Sheldon sees us he yells out, "Oh, 2/3 of them are over there! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Georgie!" Georgie and I put our heads down in embarrassment.

Ms. Macelroy introduces herself and the class. She makes a joke about having some of our family members in her class, which causes a few students to chuckle. She introduces Sheldon and Sheldon raises his hand. When the teacher calls on Sheldon, we hear Sheldon tell Ms. Macelroy who is breaking the dress code. Georgie and I sink in our chair lower and lower as Sheldon keeps talking. She dismisses Sheldon, but he puts his hand up again. Sheldon tells his teacher that she is also breaking the dress code because she has a mustache. Georgie and I sink as low as we can in our chair while the rest of the class laughs.

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Georgie and I are on the football field but on opposite sides. I am with the cheerleaders practicing my moves, and Georgie is with the football players practicing blocking drills. I knew Georgie was having a hard time with starting school with his younger brother, so I kept my eye on him. When I see the fight between him and Albert Stinson, I excuse myself from my squad and follow Georgie to the boy's locker room.

I walk in to see Georgie angrily tearing off his equipment. When he accidentally throws something at me, I quickly dodge it. "You know, if you threw like that on the football field this year, we would win playoffs for sure," I say jokingly getting Georgies attention. "What are you doing here? This is the boy's locker room." "I don't care if the whole team was in here naked, I would do anything to help my best friend when he is down." Georgie sits down next to me. George is watching the whole thing play out. "Do you remember when I was 5, and I missed my parents so much that I had that tantrum?" Georgie nods his head. "You were there for me when I needed you, now it's my time. I've seen how upset Sheldon going to school with us has made you. You have held in your emotions for too long. I know you get jealous when Sheldon gets special treatment. I want you to know that you are not the only one. Missy and I feel that way sometimes, but I have you. I don't need anyone to but you to make me feel special. I guess what I am saying is..." Georgie looks up at me, and I take Georgie into a side hug, "When you feel emotional don't take it out on your team. You have me. Talk to me. We are always together and I don't want to see you tear your life apart over something stupid like going to school with Sheldon."

George comes from behind the locker and tells me to go back to practice. I let go of Georgie and give him a sad look before doing as George instructed.

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We get home, and George stops me at the door. "Thanks. You stopped your practice to help out Georgie. I appreciate that.", George tells Y/N sincerely. "Georgie is my best friend. Now, if he managed to hit me, that conversation would have gone a whole other direction." I say jokingly. George chuckles and lets me go.

I go up to Georgie's room. Georgie looked like he was in a better mood. I went in and talked with Georgie until time for dinner.

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Narrator's Pov

The whole family gathers around the table to eat, but first, pray. When it's time to pray Sheldon surprisingly doesn't wear one of his gloves. No surprise when it wasn't the hand Georgie held.

Later that night everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for Y/N who would find laying right next to Georgie, like they have been for the past 11 years when someone was upset.

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Disney Romance - Cinderella’s Bird - 200 followers special

@littlesniggy​ said : Hey you! Now it's my turn to request something! Kida sad you don't write for Akainu but I can understand 😂 He's an asshole! If it hasn't been requested yet, would you do Mulan/Cinderella with Kid x female reader? I'm super excited which one you choose/ if you choose it at all! Thank you!

A/N : Omg thankyou so much for sending an ask @littlesniggy​ san!!! I am so excited to answer this for you! I loved writing for the grumpy boy. This was really a beautiful experience writing this for Eustass KIdd. Please don’t have high expectations for this.

Warning : A big fic written by me. But has a happy ending.

Word count : 2.7K

I hope you like it!

XOXOXOXO

“Why the hell should I get married now?”, you complained to your Robin who always was beside you, she was a maid but you always admired her and always treated her like a friend not like a maid.

Robin sighed and patted your head as she took the place beside you on the bed. “I should have the choice when I want to get married. Not some jerk who is randomly selected by my parents”, you scoffed and plopped back on the soft burgundy-coloured bedsheets. Robin gave you a sad smile and said, “That’s true. I too believe that marriage should be for Love”

Being a princess isn’t easy. Every girl dream to be a princess but its not as beautiful like the fairy tales are. You are a live example for that. Not once you could decide for yourself. Even the big puffy yellow gown you were wearing was not of your choice. The corset was killing you inside. You wanted to rip it off and throw it out of your window. With language classes, you always had dance classes, tea sessions, music classes. Everything that was chosen by your parents, was practically forced upon you.

‘What kind of lunatic needs to learn how to drink tea?’, you cursed the tea sessions when ever you were being called to it. All you did was brew tea and drink during the whole time. The music classes were always a hectic. You wanted to learn an instrument but when you were given another. Your wishes were denied because who cares about your dreams? In the beginning even dance classes were troublesome, But you tried to put up with all those demands of your parents. In return they are now trying to get you married as soon as possible.

“I’m done with this Robin”, you spoke and got up. “I’ll do whatever I want”, your voice was stern and Robin was curious on what you were about to do.

“Cancel todays classes, I’ll be going to visit the town to relieve my stress”, you announced briskly walking towards the closet.

“Are you sure your highness? But how can you go alone? You must have someone wit-”

“Robin! Its fine. I can take care of myself”, you didn’t let her finish her sentence. Throwing your corset on the floor and dressing up like a maid didn’t take long enough. You made your way towards the secret passage in the palace and exited the palace. Even though Robin was worried, she had to stay back in the castle to make sure no one notices your leaving.

The town and the market were as lively as ever and you walked around the place. As you kept walking, you saw a couple who looked very much in love. You felt a bit envious of them. At least the commoners had the freedom to do what they like. As you were walking aimlessly in the market, you bumped into a tall buff guy.

“Oh I’m sorry”, after apologising you thought of leaving but it didn’t go well.

“Hey! How can you go away like that?” the man started to fight with you. As you felt the very heavy scent of alcohol hit your nostrils, you knew that this man was heavily drunk.

“What? I apologised so what’s your problem now?” you questioned as your dominant hand slowly reached for the sword hidden in your skirt.

“You bitch how dare you speak back to me?” he raised his hand to land a hit on you but just when you were about to take out the sword, his had was stopped mid-air. You then saw a man who had red hair. As soon as the jerk saw that man, it seemed like his senses came back to him again.

“Asshole! Didn’t I tell you this is my shop and never make a scene in front of it”, the man shouted at the rogue twisting his arm. He winced in pain as he apologised and ran away.

The red haired man went into a shop, what seemed like a shop of vegetables and fruits. ‘Was he a farmer?’, you thought and followed him. Looking inside, there were so many fresh vegetables and also fruits in the shop.

“What do you want?”, a sharp voice questioned making you turn towards the owner of the voice. It was the same red head from before.

“Uh, I… I’m here to buy”, you said and looked around again trying to seem convincing. He huffed and sat on a chair fiddling with something which seemed like a machine. Your interest perked up and you asked him, “What are you making?”, moving closer to take a peek at the machine.

“Why should I tell you?”, he spat but as he looked at your face, he noticed that your eyes were sparkling with curiosity and interest.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue and explained about the way he wanted to make a machine bird as you listened to him carefully. He kept telling you how helpful machines would be if used in the correct way.

“But, don’t you think, this material you are using to make this bird is kinda… cheap and looks like its gonna break soon?”, you questioned for which he frowned and replied, “Don’t you think I already know that? I… I just don’t have the money”, mumbling the last part.

“Oh! I got an idea. Listen to me, uhh..”

“Eustass Kidd”

“So, Kidd As this bird is still in the beginning process, I’ll bring you the material tomorrow. Till then don’t touch this. Okay now I need to leave. I’ll be taking this basket here”, you said and took a basket of strawberries and tossed a coin to him.

“HEY WAIT!! YOU DIDN’T EVE- and she’s gone”, still with that grumpy look Kidd took his screw driver to continue working on the bird. But he remembered you telling him to wait till tomorrow. So he sat back in his chair and exhaled.

“Its not because she told me to wait. I… I want to continue this tomorrow”, he huffed and folded his hands. Then he remembered about the coin you threw.

He opened his palm and his eyes widened as he looked at the coin. It was a gold coin. A freaking gold coin for a basket of strawberries.

“No way. What the heck is she thinking?”, he carefully placed it back in the locker and thought to give it back to you tomorrow.

At the castle you came back and continued with your remaining day. You should leave tomorrow. So you need to make plans.

“Robin I need you to do something for me”, you explained how you needed high quality metal and also the timings of classes to be shifted. So, it did happen and you had continuous morning classes without breaks but, you were a free after them and it made you to take material Kidd wanted to make the bird. Changing out from your attire of a princess you went to the same shop as yesterday. There you found the man coming towards you as if he was waiting for you all along.

“I got the material you need”, you said as you placed it beside his table where the bird was supposed to be made.

“Were you waiting for me? Sorry I was late”, you said and he instantly replied, “Wha- Who was waiting for you?”

“Ah ok”, you muttered as you saw him instantly looking and taking the material with a faint pink shade on his cheeks. He looked just like a child exited to play with his toys.

“Where the hell did you even get these? These are clearly expensive?”, his sudden questions made your thoughts to break.

“Ah… I got it from the Kings dumpster”, you made the blankest expression trying to hide your lie.

“Kings Dumpster?! The King threw away this metal when it’s like this?”, he asked as his brows raised when you just nodded.

“Tsk… and here I am, trying to get re-rid of rust from metal. Using them for the 100th time”, he huffed.

You both sat opposite to each other and he worked on the bird as you learned about the work he was doing. Helping him with giving the appropriate tool at times, you had more fun than you ever had in your life. He tried to return the gold coin but you didn’t take it and made a deal to take vegetables or fruits in return, for which he agreed. You both fist bumped as an agreement of the deal.

From that day, you made your way out of the castle to meet Kidd. Surprisingly, he always waited for you to come to work on the bird. Meanwhile he somewhere started to call you little lady and you actually liked it. It became a routine for you to take a basket of veggies or fruits every time you left the shop. Sometimes he’d you’d tag along with him to his small farm. He was totally proud of his farm. His eyes showed it. Where you knew you never felt that feeling that he was feeling. Never once in your life you felt you were proud of something you did. He was living a complete different life than yours. You found your heart skip a beat every time Kidd smiled. You liked him.

Kidd was unique. He was terrible in showing his emotions but he was a good person. Every time you left the castle for him, seemed right. You actually felt happy seeing him and working with him. But of course, this happiness didn’t last long. Your parents wanted you to get married soon and told you to pick a groom for yourself in the ball that is going to be hosted next week. Bloody next week.

Because of the ball, you had to take even more classes for walking like a princess and also more fashionistas coming to find the perfect gown for you. Due to those, you couldn’t meet Kidd for 4 days.

Meanwhile, Kidd waited for you staring at the front door of his shop. Whenever the door opened, he met with disappointment because it wasn’t you. He couldn’t even continue on his bird. He had doubts on his feelings for you but now, it was clear for him that he liked you. Your thoughts haunted him. His heart earned for you. Only for you to return.

After a long hard day of work, you sneaked out of the castle in the evening and went to Kidd’s shop. You opened the door and your eyes met with Kidds. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Come in”, you obliged and walked into the shop towards the desk where you both made bird. It was just like it was 3 days ago. “You didn’t continue to make the bird?”, you inquired as he just turned away and shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“Kidd, its late and I have to leave soon so listen to me”, his vision shifted to you as he gulped.

“But you just came, why do you have to leave?” he asked as he approached you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

“Aww did you miss me?” you tried to tease him but this time, he neither denied nor looked away from you blushing. He stayed silent for a while before he said, “I did”

You didn’t even expect that from Kidd. His hands travelled down from your shoulders to your hands. “I did miss you. So much that I couldn’t even touch that bird”, He looked serious. He placed one hand on your chin and looked into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think your thoughts would haunt me that much when you didn’t come. I… I didn’t know when, why or how. But I know that, I have feelings for you little lady”, his voice trembled as he spoke the last bit.

“Kidd are you serious?” you asked placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and nodded. His eyes looked desperate for your answer. Pulling him towards you, you connected your lips with his. The kiss was gentle and with so much of emotion.

Both pulled away to look into each other’s eyes. “I have feelings for you too Kidd”, you smiled and Kidd’s face lit up making you smile in return. He leaned and touched your forehead with yours and exhaled with relief. “Can I request you something Kidd?”, you asked and he nodded.

“Can you come to the castle this coming Wednesday?”

“To the castle? Why?”

“There is a ball going to be held and I want you to come”, you said and stepped back, away from his touch. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you, I should tell you something. So please come”, the last part sounded more like a pleading and with that you left the shop.

Kidd didn’t knew why you had to leave so early. His heart was beating so fast. Confused whether whatever happened now was real or not. He sat on his chair unable to remove your pleading face from earlier. Kidd looked at the bird which was unfinished and took the screw driver to continue working on it. Its been a while since he alone worked on something. It wasn’t a new feeling for him but still, he preferred to talk and have you around while he made it.

The day of the ball arrived. You wore your outfit and looked out the window at the crowd of people came to the castle. Men and women from so many places arrived there. With the help of Robin you made sure that when Kidd comes, he wouldn’t be stopped by any of the guards. The time was almost running out. The first dance was supposed to be started soon but you couldn’t find Kidd anywhere.

Your parents were urging you to find a partner and start the first dance. ‘So Kidd isn’t coming’, you thought and tilted your head up to prevent the tears falling out from your eyes. You pinched your skin trying to distract the pain away. Stepping on the ball room in your burgundy coloured dress, you walked with a straight face. Then suddenly your eyes fell on a person, who was trying to not be visible in the crowd but, his hair was definitely saying otherwise. You swiftly made your way towards that person.

People cleared way for you and it didn’t take long for you to meet the person with the red hair. He was wearing golden coloured suit and his hair was combed back neatly. He looked different but it was him. His cheeks turned the same colour of his hair. You chuckled and took his hand, pulling him towards the middle of the ball room. You placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer to you. His hand trembled before he placed it on your waist. With that the music played and you both danced, with other people also dancing.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“How could I? You are a princess and why didn’t you tell me you were a princess?”

“Would you even talk to me like you did if you knew I were a princess?”

“That’s… true but… now here I am, with the princess Y/N in my arms”, he said pulling you closer. You giggled and pushed back the strand of hair which was on his forehead. You both smiled at each other and continued dancing. After the first dance, he pulled you away from the ball room and you followed. He walked towards the garden where no one was and took out something from under the bench.

“What did you bring?”, you asked. He turned and showed it to you. Your eyes went wide looking at the bird that he brought.

“You made her at last!” you exclaimed as he looked down shyly. “Yeah kind of made it. I wanted to show it to you today”

“I love it so much”, you said as you took it in your hands. It was your memory. The time you spent making it with Kidd. It was precious to you two.

“Keep it. It’s yours now”, he said as he smiled.

“Really?! I will take care of it so well”, you replied and jumped on him making him catch you quickly. You looked at him and leaned in for kissing him again. Now, it was passionate. No one to intrude as you were alone. Smiling you pulled back and leaned your forehead with his.

You now found a grumpy man, who would understand you and would really be the reason for you to smile.

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XOXOXOXO

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Okay I said before I was going to get more in depth with blood quantum eventually so now is as better time than any I guess. Mind you I'm speaking as a Native American meaning an Indigenous person from America. Specifically from 2 southern California tribes. I cannot speak for all Native or Indigenous people. I can only speak for myself, I can’t even speak for my tribe. However most Natives tend to have the same view when it comes to the blood quantum debate. From this point on blood quantum will be shortened to BQ & Native American to Native(s).

Originally this was gonna be a reply to another comment but decided to make it it's own post so I don't associate my blog with that anti Indigenous one. Please try to read the whole post before clicking the articles. I screenshotted the main parts to keep the discussion going. Feel free to click on all the articles because they are good & most of them are from Native run news websites.

I was gonna do this with a read more tag but my laptop doesn't want to work. I'm literally getting anyther one on Thanksgiving but my old one doesn't cooperate sorry so y'all are gonna get a long post. 😕

So let's start with the basics. What is blood quantum?

"Blood quantum laws or Indian blood laws are laws in the United States and the former Thirteen colonies that define Native American identity by percentages of ancestry. ... For instance, a person who has one parent who is a full-blood Native American and one who has no Native ancestry has a blood quantum of 1/2."

In case that was confusing if one person is "full blood native" they are considered 4/4. Meaning they have no relatives who are of any other race or ethnicity. If the "full blood native" has a child with a non Native person the child would have a BQ of 1/2 Native blood. If that child has a child with a non Native that child will be considered 1/4. This will continue to get lower & lower unless the child has a baby with another Native. Then the BQ raises or stays the same depending on the other parents BQ.

Now that the definition is out of the way lets get into the issue with this.

This is a good article that narrowed down an issue with Pharrell wearing a headdress. I wanna focus on one part of the article though.

"... deeply connected to their Native culture & live it every day."

"Having Native American ancestors doesn't get you off the hook if you don't bother to do the homework."

So I mentioned before that a lot of Natives don't consider BQ as a proper way of measuring your culture. Being Native isn't something you can pull out when it's convenient like for a photoshoot. Its every single day. It's in the words we speak, in the clothes we wear & in the food we cook. Same as any other culture.

Asian people don't wake up not Asian. Black people don't wake up not Black.

So why is do some people pull out the Native card when it is convenient? Like Pharrell did or Elizabeth Warren claims.

This article sums it up well but I wanna focus on the last 2 paragraphs.

Link to the full article:

There's similarities in both articles by 2 different Native authors from 2 different news websites.

They both speak about connections to our culture. A DNA test cannot measure ones Indigenous Ancestry because being Indigenous is much more than something in your blood.

I made a post asking some questions that might help understand if one is Indigenous or not. Now I'm not saying these are all the questions nor that I'm the expert on this. These are just STARTER questions to help people understand what it means to be Native.

Does the tribe you claim, claim you?

Have you been to the reservation?

Do you participate in the community?

Have you met your family from the tribe?

Do you know your history, traditions, anything about the tribe you claim?

The big one is are you claimed. You cannot claim a tribe that doesn't claim you. Now I'm not saying the entirety of the tribe has to know you personally. I'm not even saying you have to stand in front of the tribal council & ask them if they claim you. A claim can be made as little as just your family saying "this person is one of us".

The reason I bring this up is because multiple tribes have in the past & continue the practice of "adopting" a person into their tribe. There's many examples of this. Some can be adopted because they married into a tribe. Non Natives & Natives of other tribes alike have been adopted into tribes. There can be legal adoptions like adopting a child. And countless other examples.

A lot of the time biologically those members aren't apart of the tribe & cannot be enrolled but are still viewed as a member by the community.

For personal example, my sister has been adopted by my tribe. She's actually an enrolled member from another tribe & technically my cousin but was taking away by CPS & my family took her in. She grew up & still lives on my reservation. She is from another reservation. Although her tribe still claims her as a member my tribe also does. People in my community know her as a member of my family & have grown up with her. She knows many of our traditions & practices some ceremonies with us that are specific to my tribe. No one in our tribe has expressed any issue with this so far & even if they did they would have a stern talking to. We are even in the process of organizing her to be buried on our tribal land instead of hers. Her choice & we are okay with it.

Now I want to point out another way people can be considered Native even if they aren't enrolled or cannot answer those questions properly.

Let's look at something called "reconnecting Natives".

What is a reconnecting Native?

A reconnecting Native is someone of Native Ancestry who for whatever reason has been removed from their culture, family, reservation, etc so they do not know them & are actively trying to learn those things so they can reclaim their Native roots.

So, how does this happen? This is actually a very common issue in the community.

One of the main ways a Native might become disconnected is through the process of Residential Schools or Indian Boarding Schools. What is that? Here's a snippet of an article to help explain.

Of course here is the link:

The official motto of these schools was "kill the Indian, save the man” and if you think it sounds awful I promise you, it was much worse than you could imagine.

There's a movie on Netflix called Indian Horse which I have not watched yet but is based off a novel by an Indigenous author that looks at these Boarding Schools if you wish to check that out.

The goals of these schools were to strip Indigenous children of their culture. They were beaten, starved, punished of things as simple as speaking in their languages. A lot of them didn't even speak English. It was illegal to keep your kids from this school & often times tribal children went to these schools and never returned to their family. Natives who attended these schools or are children of children who attended these schools more often than not stop practicing their culture or forget it. In that way they become "disconnected".

Those members can if chosen too began the process of reconnecting.

I found this really good article going a little more in depth on the do's & don't's of reconnecting.

But here's a screenshot of important parts.

Granted this is a long process. Lifelong. Every journey to reconnect is difficult & very different from others. It depends on your tribe & community. Some of them make it easier & some make it harder. It's up to the individual to put in the work.

Now I don't want to make it like being a connected Native is easy. Yes it's easier but connected Natives also put in work to live their culture everyday.

Now what does this have to do with blood quantum? As you can see none of these articles about being Native or even a reconnecting Native mention blood quantum or DNA being a requirement.

If one is Japanese & someone asks "how are you Japanese?" What would the answer be?

"Because I just am. Because my parents are Japanese."

If someone is white & has kids those kids are white, correct?

So if it's so easy to explain for other cultures why does mine require math? Why are some of my family members not enrolled members despite having Native parents & growing up on the reservation? Why do my people have to actively think about the DNA results of our children if we choose to have them?

Because of BQ. Its a tool created by colonizers that are forced upon us. If we do not abide by the rules & requirements the government sets in place we run the very big risk of

Losing our status of a Native American tribe.

Losing our land & land rights.

Losing funding from the federal government.

Losing our housing.

Losing Healthcare.

Losing our basic citizenship rights.

The thing about BQ is it's designed so that we fail. If we fail to keep a certain amount of enrolled tribal members in a tribe then the government can break treaties & take away our land & things that are rightfully ours.

BQ is a lose/lose situation all around for us as well as extremely racist.

Because of the BQ requirements Natives actively worry about who they have children with. Some don't date outside of the their culture in fear of their children not being seen as legally Native. The problem here is a lot of the tribe is related. The issue of inbreeding increases. How do we solve that problem? Well we can have children with Natives of another tribe. But there's a problem here too. Most tribes do not allow what we call dual enrollment. Both of my tribes for example don't allow this. Which means one would have to pick which tribe to enroll their child. That means one of the tribes will lose out on a member. So that's another way identities are erased using BQ.

Okay I think I'm going to end this here. There is so much more I could've added. I also could've expanded on residential schools, what it means to be Indigenous, & reconnecting Natives but I wanted to keep it focused on BQ. If you have anymore questions feel free to ask or research on your own. We're still here. We aren't stuck in the 1800's. We weren't all killed by cowboys but the government is still actively trying to erase us.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 21

Brooklyn, NY 1936

I sat in the living room holding the most precious and adorable baby girl I'd ever seen. My new baby sister Gracie. She was cooing happily as I bounced her in my arms. A sudden loud knock on our front door had my mother running from the kitchen. She pulled the door open. Jamie stepped in past her. His eyes fell on me immediately. I knew something was wrong. I'd never seen his eyes red and puffy before. He'd been crying.

"It's Stevie" he croaked out.

My mother hurried to my side then quickly but gently took Gracie from my arms.

"What happened?" I asked panic suddenly rising inside me.

"I'll explain on the way. We gotta hurry." Jamie said as he extended his hand to me.

As Jamie and I hurried back out the door we passed my father who immediately turned irate.

"Where the hell are you going?" He asked harshly.

"I'm sorry pa. Somethings wrong with Stevie." I said quickly as Jamie continued to pull me behind him.

It was hard to keep up with Jamie's pace. If he wasn't holding my hand and practically dragging me behind him I'd be far behind him.

"What's going on Jamie?" I asked.

"Momma bear is really sick. Doctor don't think she'll make it threw the night." He said quickly.

"Shit" I breathed out.

My heart shattered at his words. Momma bear was a nickname we'd given Stevie's mom. She's the only family he has left. She's always been such an amazing woman. Always so happy, energetic, and so kind to everyone. She was the momma bear to our little trio. She knew we liked to cause trouble but she loved us all the same and even gave us a few fun ideas. I couldn't let the thought of loosing her fill my head. I knew we had to get to Stevie.

We ran threw the streets until we crossed into the hospital parking lot. Jamie slowed once we reached the emergency department door. He pulled me roughly to the right to a back corner where only one person was sitting. A small blonde boy only 2 years older than me. He was bent over in his seat. His shoulders were shaking as he sobbed quietly into his hands.

I sat in the seat next to him then grabbed his arm. I pulled him against me. He wrapped his arms around my neck as he began to sob into my shoulder. I tried to fight my own tears to be strong for my friend but they fell silently down my cheeks. I looked up to see Jamie wiping at his face.

"We're here Stevie. We got you." I whispered to him as I slowly rubbed his back.

Jamie stood silently in front of us. I knew he was crying but keeping it silent. Momma bear meant as much to us as she did to Stevie.

"Excuse me Mr. Rogers." A man said from a few feet away.

Jamie and I looked up at him as Stevie slowly sat up and wiped his cheeks.

"Your mother wanted me to give you this. I hate to continue telling you this but her condition is getting worse. From what I can tell she most likely only has a few hours left." The doctor said softly as he held his hand out to Stevie.

Steve only turned back to me. He threw his arms back around me to continue sobbing.

"Thank you Doctor" Jamie said taking a small chain from the doctor's hand.

I tried to comfort Stevie as best I could but there wasn't much I could do. Tears fell silently down my cheeks as I rocked in my seat. Steve tightened his hold around me as his sobs deepened. I wish I could take his pain away.

"Can we not go see her?" I asked quietly.

"No, she has tuberculosis. No one is allowed to see her." Jamie told me.

Shit. Why? Why her? Why now? All three of us need her. She kept us strong and always encouraged us. She was the light to anyone's dark. She doctored my cuts and bruises whenever she saw them while she went on a tangent about how shitty my father was. I love her. I need her. We need her. A sob tore itself from me as I tightened my hold on Stevie. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Please, God, don't let us loose her. Please.

"Can I get you kids anything?" An older woman in a nurse uniform asked softly.

"I don't think so." Jamie answered for us.

"Just let me know if I can do anything for you." She said then walked away.

We sat there for hours. Stevie and I were holding each other as Jamie either stood or sat across from us. He was trying hard not to show his heart break but I could see it. I knew Steve could too. The day turned into night. The waiting room emptied slowly until only a small handful of people were left. The ones still sitting in the room would occasionally glance over at us. When it was in the early hours of the night the doctor came back out to us. As soon as I saw him I knew exactly what he was going to say. He stopped a few feet in front of us. The sorrow and pity in his eyes was clear. I helped Steve stand so we could all face the man with the bad news. I held one of Steve's arms while Jamie held the other.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rogers. She's passed." He said in almost a whisper.

The cry that came out of Stevie shattered what was left of my heart. He fell to his knees on the floor. I dropped down to kneel beside him. I held him against me as we both cried for the loss of such an amazing person. I felt another set of arms wrap tightly around both of us. I knew it was Jamie. The three of us sat huddled together on the hospital floor grieving Stevie's mother. Our momma bear was gone.

When I got home later that day my father was in the biggest pissed off mood I'd ever seen. As soon as I walked threw the door he was on me. He shoved me against the wall making me wince.

"Where the hell were you all night?" He asked loudly.

"At the hospital with Jamie and Stevie." I answered quickly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with those boys all night?" He shouted in my face.

"Stevie's mom died!" I shouted back at him.

He stepped back showing clear surprise on his face. It only lasted for a second then the anger returned. I yelped as his palm connected perfectly with my cheek. I somehow stayed steady on my feet as he closed me in against the wall.

"Go to your room. Now. And don't you dare leave it." He snarled at me.

I winced but couldn't even attempt to go anywhere. Not until he stepped away from me. I scurried off to my room as fast as I could. I was careful not to slam the door. It would only fuel his fire. I'd come to learn a few good tricks to not piss him off. I'd been doing this a good 16 years.

The rules were simple. I can go do anything I want so long as I leave after Pa, I come back before Pa, and I don't shit on the name Roffee. Don't slam the door after an "argument" or you'll get a round two. It's rare I actually do something to piss him off. Mostly he's angry about work or losin' his money to someone.

So, with all that in mind, I waited till Pa went to work the next morning before I left. I ran as fast as I could in my only black dress. I still had an hour until the funeral but I needed to get to Stevie. I found both boys sitting on the steps of Stevie's two bedroom apartment. They both turned to look at me as I climbed up to them.

"There you are" Jamie said instantly turning to hug me.

“Sorry I had to wait on my Pa to leave first.” I told them softly.

Both Steve and James looked at my face. I knew they were looking at the bruise my father’s hand had left. I turned my head to the side so they couldn’t see the bruise.

“We should get going.” Stevie muttered.

Jamie helped him to his feet. The three of us walked together to the graveyard. It was such a beautiful sunny day but it didn’t feel right. It should be cold and cloudy. The weather should match the feelings we were all having. There was a small group already forming past the gate of the graveyard. A few people tried to give their condolences to Stevie as we passed but he kept his head down with his hands shoved in his pockets. Jamie and I stood on each side of him as we lead him to the front of the group.

“I’m glad he has those two.” A soft woman’s voice said from behind us.

We held on to Steve for the whole ceremony. He was crying quietly. I was rubbing his back slowly trying to sooth him the best I could. As soon as everything was said and done Steve stepped away from us to speak to someone. The next minute he was gone. We searched the whole graveyard but he was no where to be found.

“Where the hell did he go?” I asked Jamie.

“No idea but we’ll find him.” Jamie said as we left the graveyard.

“We can’t leave him alone Jamie. We can’t. He needs us.” My voice cracked as a sob came out of me.

Jamie stopped walking to turn to face me. He gently grabbed each side of my face.

“We are gonna find him Will.” He said softly as his thumbs rubbed away my tears.

He pulled me against him then softly kissed the top of my head. He was so warm. No matter how many girls he went out with he was never soft and gentle like this with them. He was my calm in the midst of a raging storm.

We finally found Stevie about an hour later at his apartment. He was standing at the bottom of the metal stairs just looking up at the door.

“Stevie” I whispered as I stepped up to his side.

“I’m fine you two. I just needed some time to clear my head.” He told us.

He slowly started to walk up the stairs towards his apartment.

“Stevie, you don’t have to do this.” Jamie told him as we followed him.

Steve stopped in front of the door then patted himself. Jamie sighed then kicked at the rock that was on the landing. He bent down and picked up the spare key then gave it to Stevie.

“Seriously Stevie, why don’t you come stay with me?” Jamie asked leaning against the railing.

“I can take care of myself Buck.” Steve said softly.

“Yea, but you don’t have to.” James said stepping towards him.

He placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“I’m with you till the end of the line.” Jamie told him.

“Always” I whispered with a small smile.

This made Steve smile as he hugged both of us to him.

—

[littlevilli]

Answering 21 questions. I was tagged by @yung-tamale thank you :')

1) Nickname: not really but I guess people call me Lum sometimes for fun. Also occasionally lome and lima leem lime (basically anything remotely close to my name)

2) Real Name: Liam

3) Zodiac: Taurus

4) Height: technically I'm an eighth of an inch shy of 5'11" but that's close enough to round up right

5) What time is it: 12:10am

6) Favourite musician/group: tied between the 1975 and Owl City with Frank Turner close behind

7) Favourite sports team: don't care much for sports other than Gaelic football and Kerry is definitely my team

8) other blogs: I have a vent blog/journal that I'm not about to share lmao

9) Do I get asks: rarely but if anyone wants to send some 👀👀👀

10) How many blogs do I follow: about 250 last I checked but I'm sure the majority are inactive

11) Any Tumblr crushes: I suppose you could say I do

12) Lucky number: 6 has always been my favourite number but I don't really believe it's lucky

13) What am I wearing right now: just a pair of black chinos

14) Dream vacation: literally travelling the entire world for at least a year

15) Dream car: 1978 Firebird for sure realistically though I'm gonna drive a truck forever and they're all basically the same tbh truck drivers can die mad

16) Favourite food: yes food is my favourite ( for real though this is impossible to answer) Irish breakfasts and Shepard's pies are amazing though and I'm disgusted that I cant have a proper one unless I go back to Ireland

17) Drink of choice: again it's impossible. Lots of teas but especially barry's Irish blend black tea of course, root beer, whiskey (obviously Jameson), club orange soda with real bits! and CHOCY MOTHERFUCKING MILK

18) Languages: I can barely speak English properly

19) Instruments: can't practice the guitar as much since chopping the tip of a finger off and until I can reasonably drop 500+ on an electric drum kit I won't be able to continue drumming either (when I'm rich I swear I'm learning violin too)

20) Celebrity crushes: most people are just horny for someone on the Forbes top 100 hottest or some shit but I can tell you right now I wish I looked more like Ewan McGregor

21) Random fact: I've played every main title final fantasy game and most of the spin offs as well

If anyone sees this and wants to do it consider yourself tagged

[nanahoshis]

Hi! I think it's so cool that you like Ace Attorney and that you're going to law school! I'm not gonna lie, Ace Attorney is part of the reason I want to be a lawyer! Do you mind telling your experience as a law student? I'm going to be a political science major for my undergrad and I plan to take the LSAT after getting my bachelors and getting into law school. I know being a lawyer is hardly close to Ace Attorney in real life, but how is studying for it? What school did you go/are you going to?

I’m only a first year law student, so I really can’t give all the great advice. Hoping this can give a little bit of reference and some pointers to know before taking up law.

Before taking up law school, make sure you really enjoy your college life first… and especially the summer break before law school. Reading lots of books will definitely help you, if you love reading books for the whole day, then I know you can survive.

“Ace Attorney is part of the reason I want to be a lawyer! ”

I love your wording, that it is ‘part of the reason’ and not the whole reason. But I’m also not gonna lie, I took up law because I really enjoyed the games as and that I want to know my rights as a citizen, and save all the animals from abuse (bring those cruel people to jail grrrr).

LSAT - This test is needed before taking up law school, this will help you in your admissions for law school. Make sure you get a high grade, so you can get in Harvard Law (I also bet that the students there are 100000x better than me).

(this varies from country to country though)

In my country, if you want to get admitted to prestigious law schools, I highly suggest that you take this test. The prestigious school will always ask for this upon presentation of your application. Note that there are schools that don’t require you take this test and you can still get admitted with or without it. This test won’t help you in anyway with what law school will bring you but if you really need to get in that good school, you have to take it. I didn’t take the test because I had enough units with my English subjects in college to get admitted (LIKE A BOSS).

1) Do you mind telling your experience as a law student? 

It’s REALLY REALLY REALLYYYYY different from college, I used to complain that college was so hard, but in reality, I was a lazy student who tries to finish all the Pokemon games hehehe… Law school is harder than college.

In my country, the professor are harsh and strict. There are professor who are nice but aren’t nice with giving the grades, the sight of you beside them makes you so inferior to their knowledge orz…

Law school uses a Socratic Method, meaning that the professors learn from the students by asking them questions continuously on what the students have read. They ask about cases and definition of terms, they would also give you a case and you have to explain where the law would apply on that case, they don’t just ask you one question, they will keep on asking you questions. The written exams are similar to the bar exams, they would give you a case and you have to apply the law for you to solve the question asked, some professors would ask you to define the terms and provisions of the law in verbatim. You will memorize a lot of laws, cases, terms and many more. But at the end of day, you still want to feel that you don’t want to be forever inferior to their knowledge so you study and study again. You never know, maybe one day, you get to be able to shake their hands but not as a student but as a lawyer. Take note, I don’t know what law school is like in other countries. I hope they also teach the same method?

2) I know being a lawyer is hardly close to Ace Attorney in real life, but how is studying for it?

You might be staying in a coffee shop, at your room or even at the library for a lengthy period of time just to finish a chapter (or two) of the book and they also give you cases to read, so you will need a smart gadget (e.g. phone, tablet, laptop, computer) because most cases are all saved online. Memorizing is the easiest part in law school (it is hard to memorize a lot though, but for me that’s better than anything else), the hardest part is applying and interpreting the law, some questions are tricky and it takes a lot of logic to get the correct answer, but practice makes you better.

I had an experience that the professor was taking about the properties of each spouse, that the law states that:

 ‘The following shall be excluded from the community property: Property for personal and exclusive use of either spouse. However, jewelry shall form part of the community property (community property is when both spouses own the property, co-ownership)’.

The professor asked if the comb was covered in jewelry, will it still be owned by one spouse or for both spouses? It is a tricky question… In this case, the general rule will still apply, since the comb is covered in jewelry, the law states that it will form part of the community property. Unless, the spouse can prove she uses it for personal use such as a daily necessity. (but who uses a comb covered in jewelry anyway?!), The terms like ‘general rule’ and ‘exceptions’ will also be very common, so you need to watch out for that. Other than that, I also had a hard time with the ‘lawyer language’. The best ‘lawyer language’ that I always remember is ‘The man wants to have carnal knowledge with the woman’ (The man wants to have sex with the woman, in short, this is very common in Criminal Law cases).

AND of course, you need to rest from all the pressure. I always take around 2-3 hours of rest before studying again. This is why I go online in tumblr and get distracted hehehehehehehhehehe

3) What school did you go/are you going to?           

It’s not one of the top schools but It will do hehehehehehe

I have this philosophy ‘that the school won’t make you a better person, it’s you yourself.’

It think I will just leave this question open-ended and in anyway, whatever law school you will go to, they just teach the same thing since you are going to take the bar exam altogether with other students from different schools.

Lastly, I hope this won’t make you lose your interest in law school. I want to encourage you to take it in the near future. It’s worth an experience and it will definitely test you physically, mentally and emotionally, but at the end of the day… you won’t regret that ‘ATTORNEY’ word on your name :)

I wish luck on your future endeavors.

OBJECTIOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^ I just wanted to type this sorry orz  *crashes into the sun*