#Wayward Projections { Open Starter }

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        “ The only thing worse then Jackman dying & I don’t say this loosely would be Thanos making Yukio disappear. Nobody messes with my favorite lesbian couple amongst the sexist X-Men. She & Ellie boop each other on the nose & that is just precious.”

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Hc: Sybilus plays the piano!

YESYESYESYESYESYESYES

- Absolutely he does

- I mean, this is an AJ character we're talking about

- I'm surprised he didn't play the piano in the middle of Wayward Guide tbh

- but hear me out

- there's more

- So I'm a musician, and I'm studying music post-secondary

- Which means I've had to do a *lot* of justifying my career choice

- To the point where I actually have done a *lot* of research

- And one of the great things about music that no one talks about is that music can greatly aid in social development

- Like, on a very mental level, the act of playing music can help you interact better with the people around you and open up more socially.

- So I imagine that Sybilus' parents read the article about that and sign him up for piano lessons

- Because Sybilus self-isolates a lot

- He's afraid of what people will think of his stutter

- But once he starts playing the piano, he does start to get better socially

- And also better at the piano

- He's got a bit of a natural knack for it

- And he pours his heart into every song

- It becomes super meaningful for him.

- Because especially for him... music becomes a second language.

- One that surpasses words

- One that surpasses his stutter

- One that he could communicate clearly through.

- he kinda becomes known in the town for his piano playing

- I feel like he'd be a classical kid.

- Like, he's probably *adore* Chopin Nocturnes and some of Beethoven's later, moodier sonatas.

- OOO AND SCHUBERT

- THIS MAN WOULD LOVE SCHUBERT

- He's very good at Mozart, but Mozart's a bit of an on-and-off composer for him when it comes to pieces he enjoys playing

- He can play Bach Fugues, but god... he kinda hates them

- He likes the preludes though

- He'd have a lot of fun with some Joplin or Gershwin rags

- Anyways, he's like *really* good

- He excels quickly because he puts the time in

- Like, this man will play for literal six hour increments and just lose himself

- Because music will never tease him

- Music will always be his friend

- And it turns out music is a pretty great conversation starter.

- He didn't like performing at first.

- Until he started playing and everyone's jaws just d r o p p e d

- And people started talking to him

- Like, seeking him out to talk about his piano playing

- It really helped to ease him into being more social

- And also more willing to share and contribute to his community

- He didn't choose music as a career because he didn't want to travel

- He had his home and the family of people he'd built there

- But music did encourage him to join town council

- Share his ideas and contribute there.

- It really did help him to grow and learn to love himself.

- Music is magical like that

- (Even though technically it's actual psychology and not magic... but I think there's a little extra magic thrown in there."

- Other instruments Syb might also play: Clarinet, Saxophone (all three but he mains tenor), Acoutic Guitar (mostly classical), Cello, and he might also sing classical/ theatrical music.

- I feel like he'd be nervous to sing at first

- Because of his stutter

- But actually having a rhythm to stick to and a set of pre-established lyrics really helps him

- He sings and plays the piano all the time.

- Someone once called him "Elton John" once and while that isn't quite his style of playing he was very flattered

- He's a bit more of a Billy Joel, but softer

- And of course (I know I went on a lot about him playing classical but) he'd play tons of jazz too

- Improvising on the piano and the saxophone is a whole emotional journey for him

- But the spontanaeity of it all and the whole act of embreacing the moment actually winded up helping him with his stutter!

- It helped him to feel a bit more prepared, even when having to communicate spontaneous thought- which meant he stuttered a bit less.

- Wow where was I going with this???

- Right. Sybilus and music

- It may not be his job but it is super important to him.

- Am I projecting? Yes.

- But am I also right? yes and no one can convince me otherwise.

Thank you so much for this request I had no clue how much I needed this Sybilus is my comfort dork-

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Milan 0 Genoa 0: Player Ratings

Nice one, dum-dum.

TEAM GRADE: To be honest, the team as a whole looked a little more cohesive today and probably would’ve achieved a better result had they not been undone by Bonucci’s reckless elbow. Montella’s Zapata gamble paid off big and while the Cal/Suso/Kalinic Bermuda-triangle left a lot more to be desired, the buildup play was a little more effective despite Kessie slightly off key. The combination of playing down a man and the fullbacks playing rather advanced for nearly the entire match left the back-line a little more susceptible than usual, but kudos to Romagnoli and Zapata for holding down the fort. Suso was, per usual, the most creative force on the field and while he has proven throughout the last two years that he isn’t capable of playing central, its no coincidence that really all his most dangerous moments came from the flanks, a couple of which suffered from some rather clumsy play from Kalinic. If Vinnie is serious about keeping his job, this match spotlighted what might need to change going forward, but I’m not terribly confident he’ll read the writing on the wall. 

All in all, yes, Genoa is a really poor side, but considering the circumstances, I’m not as down on this result as I should be. I’m still disappointed, but the team responded positively after Leo was booted (shocking). C

Montella (5.5): As sick as I am of him, and as much as he’s clearly revealing that he’s the wrong man for the project, most of the maths was right after the opening whistle. The sendoff put him in a bad spot, but taking off a lifeless Calhanoglu for Romagnoli and shifting to a 4-4-1 was the right choice and even the Calabria was a nice touch giving Suso a little more room to operate in the late stages of the game. Kalinic stayed on the pitch far too long and the need for either Cutrone or Silva was evident around the hour mark. But outside that little bit and of course, the insistance to field Suso behind a striker, much of this result was out of his hands. Not bad, not good, but not good enough nonetheless.

Starters

Donnarumma (6.0): Couple clutch stops, but a rather light workload for most of the match.

Zapata (7.0): We got Zapata with the sauce today. Stepped up impeccably when Bonucci was sent off helping contain a Genoa attack that looked increasingly confident as the game went on. Bravo.

Bonucci (2.0): I’m still kind of smiling to myself at the incredulous look Bonucci had after being shown red while trainers wrapped up the bleeding head of Rosi. Outstanding, Leo. I’m done being patient with this thug.

Rodriguez (6.0): Standard stuff from Captain Consistent. Play was a lot heavier on his opposite side but adequate on both ends of the ball before and after going from center-back to left-back. 

Borini (6.5): Milan’s working-class hero put in a full-shift, end to end for the full 90 and looked the most intelligent player in attack. Grazie amico.

Kessie (5.5): Equal parts frustration and pleasure. Was dreadfully wayward in his passing, especially in the first half, but looked a real threat on the counter with his full-steam runs which yielded our best chance on goal.

Biglia (5.5): A better showing that what we’ve seen, and was restrained from really asserting himself in the attack due to the sending off. Didn’t feel the pressure of previous games, but even so, his distribution was crisp. We needed a bit more, but certainly a step in the right direction.

Bonaventura (5.0): Again, you see these little reminders of what Jack is capable of, but the end performance doesn’t really materialize into anything useful or memorable. Today was more of the same.

Calhanoglu (4.0): Taken off for Romagnoli in the 23′, which was probably a blessing in disguise as he looked timid and flat. If there’s something this kid is good at, I’m eager to see what it is.

Suso (6.0): This is going to be my controversial rating, as I can accept the argument for a better grade. I can’t knock the guy for being played out of position, and he was the locus for any and all ingenuity, unlucky that Kalinic fluffed some really smart balls he played in. But the diagonal runs were too easy to sniff out and the long-distance efforts... ugh. 

Kalinic (4.5): Whenever we were reminded he was on the pitch, he made us regret it with atrocious first touches. Stayed on for far too long even after it was clear we needed something livelier finishing with 0 shots. 

Substitutions

Romagnoli (6.0): Solid.

Calabria (5.0): Nice cameo from the child, opening up the right side of the attack. Little less successful on the defensive end, but passable.

Cutrone (N/A): Too late.

Sound off below.

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 Determining the Dominant and Varying Emotions of the Author.

In today's post which by now I'm sure you all know is the third in the series; I'll be dwelling on how to determine the dominant and varying emotions of the author just as highlighted above.

OK. So, let's go straight into the nitty-gritty.

Authors, writers and poets like every one of us have emotions or attitudes or feelings which as a necessity they manifest especially in their work as much as in their everyday life.

They simply cannot help it.

Let’s imaging for a second the sight of a mother whose beloved child has just died if she’s nothing but grieving.

Or the sight of a man plodding home from work after losing his job if he’s nothing but melancholy.

Or the animated countenances of kids gazing at a flock of egrets either calmly perched on the backs of the grazing cattle or simply hovering around them.

Or even the sight of school children who are deservedly anxious to but couldn't just access their examination results if they’re nothing but frustrated.

All these are varying emotional whose meaning can never be lost on the perceptible members of the human community.

This is much more so because authors are like stars of the big screen that put their souls in their assigned roles.

And by so doing, they bring fully into the fore without leaving anyone in doubt as to the true essence of the theme(s) or ideas being projected.

Every day, we betray emotions of all kinds depending on how life happens to us; and the emotions could either be dominant or varied as occasions may demand.

An emotion is dominant if the author devotes greater part of his time to it above several others which occurred in the printed page.

While on the other hand, if more than one mood pervades the selection we say the author emotions are varied.

As a rule, hardly is there an author who is not governed by certain attitudes to, a feeling for or conviction towards the ideas or themes behind their writings especially in imaginative realms.

There's hardly an author also who sustain one emotion throughout a written work except the subject or scope covered is narrow.

For instance, an author may sound hopeful in one stanza and in the next appears to despair or show a lack of faith.

But in almost all cases, an author is like an eagle in flight poised to gain necessary heights, for effect, must rides on thermal of varying columns of winds.

The sort of reverential feeling you get when you read Wole Soyinka's 'Mohammed Ali by the Ring Side in 1985'

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Readers on the other hand who wish to grasp the poet's emotional meaning must first of all feel what he felt to be able to adequately share with others the beauty of his communicative emotions.

Among the various emotions known to human kind are: joy, sadness, awe, grief, excitement, anger, apathy, sympathy, empathy, envy, jealousy, reverence, humility, hate, love, soberness, fear, courage and confidence and so on and so forth.

Most written pieces from the Bible and other classics of old and contemporary time are bunk with exercises in elements of emotional beauty which the reader as interpreter must grasp if he is to fully appreciate the author's noble endeavor.

In no other poetic selection is varied emotions are made more evident by an author than in this long poem of mine titled: The Business Register.

You'll clearly see how disapproving I was of widow Shoboe, the dramatic personae who I model exactly after the real life personality; most especially for her ingratitude, the disrespect shown to her late husband and her poor sense of business.

After all, we're all admonished never to speak ill of the dead; and in this case a loving dead husband at that.

The Business Register

I

They were your ideas of a dignified old couple,

Perfect perceptible to eyes,

Index by conservative piety.

There’s a matrimony in heaven consummated you would say.

Its needles the overstated narratives the sail was long

And arduous and many the futile storm

That swift arises to wreck their marital ship. Survived,

Now they proudly berthed at life nocturnal shores.

And subsequent a household name the community wide.

II

They were your standard torchbearers of the cross;

Mouthpieces of the good news;

They worshipped faithfully as the clock:

Many at the marble-porch parishes;

Many at their humble home;

And not a little nags or fights

Or bedlam was heard from their pious floor.

Except perhaps omniscient nature does record some

Behind closed door, of hearts bruising unseen, untold.

They were proud parents of lovely sons and daughters;

The perfumed emissaries to our stuffy-aired world;

And how as morning stars they brightly shone through

Firmaments of social and religious engagements;

Like they use to say, to know a good family,

Into the children all must look.

The husband is a perfect gentleman widely likable,

Who kept an open door to children not even his from far and near;

Even wayward nondescript were welcome;

And at his table he fetes them equal all;

Quick with rod at his right hand

To prove justice is love to their aberrations;

And with the left draws them close for soothing sermons;

A good man known also gospel by inheritance: His dwelling,

Though a small home with walls un-built;

And bath and kitchen and detached crude convenience unroof;

And ventured borehole and chairs and canopies now on threshold disrepair;

Like they use to say,

A man who raised himself a room apartment,

Has proved an achievers’ grade,

Ceases to be a member of the renters' club!

But sudden died, first, Lord of the house as is often the case;

When from vigil an ailment struck to cast in haste;

And tributary wailing and mourning rend the chamber's air;

III

Next entered widow Shoboe as heir apparent to estates bequeathed;

A dame hearty and lightly built to sail with all winds;

For whatever they were worth, she has her honours too:

She is a dancing Ikoto as sings the Sunday's Mass choristers;

A leading light among the class of good women;

And ever charming a sight for her years advanced;

Her gifts munificent she bestows more on the haves

Than the haves not; while a typical widow would have her failings blame

On a dear deceased, wax lyrical his multitude of virtues,

Lineage; such alive rarely acknowledge; shrewdly appreciate.

Accentuating the truism: "Till gone don’t know what you have got".

But Shoboe is an atypical widow who by the day more disgruntled became.

Piping to ears unsolicited her vexed notes of ascending murmurs:

Of how meagre the patrimonies, empty the vault;

Of how little accomplished her suggestions profound never took;

Of how once he brought a strange woman, their matrimonial bed defiled;

Of how she could have been history, save God and man;

Of how the union really was a patchwork through the years;

And of how-this how-that poorly fixed never fixed;

Often all these spit fired faced down the narrow balcony

Where beloved Kith and Kin hollowed the dead a marbled rest home;

Not even once did his paean sublime from her mouth freely flowed;

His fate sealed a worst mortal of all, unworthy a husband;

Now five years the thriftless dowager reigned;

Stewardship's to none but self alone rendered;

As ever a working bee save the hive's empty;

Pouched the year's round rents and rates collected;

And in defaulters ears the reminder she crooned

On the go dusk or dawn; in trade all rivalling,

Even tenants struggling starters;

Every known article, she vowed to trade in not too distant future;

Enquire one not on her wooden-stall,

And with lightning speed she ordered it,

Bungling yet the arithmetic of the gains;

At threescore and more life seemed just began

And in it she simply revels; a party freak her ears everywhere

Went for the breaking news; denied invitation the concerned

Mantle sooner arrived with her grievances. Their plea accepted;

Her avail next time she vouched. So consumed to splurge on

Things mundane that not a line or circle or square drawn.

Nor a shade of colour splashed;

Nor a brick added as improved re-inventions to the wheel-heirloom

She's been so critical, mauled denigrate all these years. 

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      “ It’s Red Robin now.” 

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      “ I told you, I’m better than you at everything.” 

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       “ Behold... the Dean-cave. Or Fortress of Dean-a-tude. Just... still trying to figure that one out.”

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       “ How did you? Are you TRACKING me?” 

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       “ I have been far from home for too long.” 

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       “ I think I might have broken something punching Luke.” 

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      “ Everything you’ve heard about me is true.” 

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        “ Okay so their shoot first and raid our corpse types, good to know.” 

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     “ Ben Solo is dead. Kylo Ren is his shell. The Republic will have Vengeance.” 

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        “ Bunch of Cadamus Stormtroopers came into our streets, stirred up shit, kidnapped kids and they ended up dead; I ain’t gonna shed a tear. “ Playing coy, he knew those kids would sooner die then ought him for killing their captors. “ Nice to see my tax dollars going to work solving the deaths of Nazi pricks rather than re-opening the community center ruined in the Daxamite invasion. Then again, Cadamus was part of the government. If you want to have a drink order something and tip good, but otherwise, I ain't got nothing else to say.” 

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       “ I don’t always get kidnapped! I call it being forcibly moved to a location I’d rather not be but eventually get out. God, that’s a run-on sentence.” 

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     “ Alright, Reyes don’t worry it’s not Rocket Science.” Speaking into the radio before he took a pause, “ Guess it kind of is Rocket Science actually.”