#but i will absolutely forget the amount of words written so far by sunday

[crushcandles]

613/2000

[carbonfiction]

Stay quiet

As a sucker for Bucky and DBF fics it's only obvious that the first piece I've ever seriously written/posted is a mashup of that! With that being said absolutely any feedback is more than welcomed! Also a huge thank you to @becca-e-barnes for inspiring me to finally get out of my own way and pursue something I love! 💕

Pairing- DBF!Bucky x reader

Words: 2.1k

Summary: being in a secret relationship with your dad's hot best friend may be classified as a sin, but teasing him under the table at a family dinner is another.

Warnings: age gap (Bucky's early 40s readers early to mid 20s) lil swearing, secret relationship, reader being a tease, Risk of being caught? hand job, oral (m receiving), Nieve parent's?, a good deal of dirty talk? kinda subby Bucky?? I think that's it!

Minors do not interact, you will be blocked!

you and bucky have been seeing each other for a while in secret. It's something that you've had to both keep quiet about bc let's face it? Dad finds out his (not so little) little girl is actively screwing his best friend? Shit will hit the fan biiiiig time.

You'd always had a stupid schoolgirl crush on bucky since just before before you'd left for college. When you'd first met him he was getting over a divorce and in his late 30s, working alongside your dad. He seemed nice enough, funny and always made sure you felt comfortable around him if he was over and your dad got called away. But it was hard not to see what was in front of you and it just so happened to be your luck that sweet, respectful James "jus' call me bucky" Barnes was also quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever set eyes on.

You'd had a steady friendship for a while, until Bucky had tagged along on a family vacation and one look at him on that beach, his toned body covered in tiny droplets of water, and in the most delicious pair of black shorts that seemed to perfectly hug every sodden inch of his lower half, had you hooked.

But You'd figured you'd grow out of it soon enough, you'd spend some time around college guys and gals and forget all out your dads best friend.

but that never really happened, your mind seemed to stick onto him,and him alone. No amount of one night stands or date nights with a glass of wine and your vibrator could quell the urge for him.

But then Fast forward to your birthday party and one two many drinks with friends, of whom knew far to much about your little crush. And After being dared to call him, barely able to string a coherent sentence together hes pissed, worried about your safety and decides to picks you up. With drunk words being sober thoughts and and enough liquid courage in you to sink a ship, one thing leads to another and you end up waking naked together, wrapped up in his arms.

And from then on the rest had been history. The time spent not studying was with him. Always with him, even if you were simply laying together on his couch, relishing in a moment of peace. You loved him, and God did he love you back. It was wrong, you both knew it, but from the moment your eyes opened for the first time in his arms? You lost every ounce of guilt or shame. He was it for you, you knew that much.

Dancing around family dinners became an occurrence you'd both grown used too, it wasn't odd for bucky to join your family for Sunday dinners, and after a while, turning up to your front door together was almost natural. Your parents so blissfully unaware and Nieve to believe your excuse that "Bucky's closer to school, said he didn't mind giving me a ride anytime we were both headed this way. 'Sides he saves me catching an uber"

So here you sit, next to bucky and opposite your parents as they talk away, catching up with each other. A smile tugs at your lips as you pop a potato in to your mouth, an idea forming in your mind. Bucky looks utterly delicious, his mix of skinny jeans and a shirt your sure has to be multiple sizes too small.

The way the fabric stretches and clings to every inch him is sinful and from the moment you stepped into his car you've wanted nothing more than to slide over the center console of his car and fuck his brains out. But it was a family dinner you we're attending, and your parents may have been blind to what was going on in of them but if you'd both shown up late, cheeks flushed and clothing Disheveled, it was sure to raise a few questions.

But god, what better way to rile your secret- forbidden- boyfriend up than to tease him under the table. And looking like bucky did, you could hardly of cared if you were caught, at least that way you'd get to go home and screw his beautiful brains out a damn lot earlier.

Bucky's thigh tenses when your hand lands by his knee, slowly raking your fingers up him under the table. And when that's the reaction to an innocent touch? When you do finally reach the already semi hard bulge in his jeans, he just about chokes on the food in his mouth.

Having to play off to your parents that he was fine, just swallowed funny.

You don't move for a while then, hand just discreetly resting over his hardened crotch as you finish off the last few things on your plate. Turning your head as he speaks you can't help but try to suppress a smirk while you take a sip of wine. His eyes are almost wide, panicked, shooting warnings glances so obviously at You.

You know what your doing to him, how he feels about showing any excess affection around your mom and dad, but it's just that that makes it all the more fun.

So it's no surprise when dinners over and your mom insists that you two stay at the table, your hand begins to move once more. Fingers Slowly squeezing over his jeans meanwhile her and your father clean up and get desert ready.

Once out of earshot bucky turns, eyes clouded with lust but the telltale crease of anger between his brows. "What'd the hell are you playing at? Your mom and dad we're right there!" you can tell despite sharpness of his tone that he's struggling, hands trying to grasp your wrist, as his cock protrudes almost painfully against the rough layer of his boxers.

It's almost gratifying in the way He's so obviously trying not to crumble and fuck you over your parents dinner table. But deep deep down, there's this little devil on your shoulder that wants him, no needs him, to do it. To take what he needs from your body, and vice versa, to hell with anyone else.

Putting your plan in motion you begin to snake your hand under his shirt, nails gently raking over the toned skin at the lower half of his abs. The quiet groan Bucky makes at the action is sinful, and does nothing to help the throb of your clit, let alone the tight press of your thighs.

"Come on babydoll, please, please, can't- fuck- can't do this here. Your dad would have my balls in a blender if he caught us"

Bucky pleads, desperation filling his words and fuckkk, you'd be an idiot to say that wasn't one of the hottest sounds to reach your ears, and you'd seen, let alone heard him cum multiple times since the two of you started your relationship.

Despite his desperation to not be caught he can't find it in himself to get you to stop when your hand finally Inches just that little bit lower, unbuttoning him and slipping your warm hand into his jeans.

Your on the edge of your seat and he's hot, heavy and throbbing in your hand. You hear your father and the clattering of bowls as they clean up, mentally making a note that you needed to keep an ear out, just in case either of them decided to venture further out of the kitchen and back to the dining room.

They would be a while yet, your mom's prize desert having to be perfect, but you knew this wouldn't take long. Bucky was already hard and ready from the moment you'd put your hand on his leg.

"Oh baby, you don't want me to make you cum? Don't want me to milk your pretty cock under my parents dinner table? Your hard as hell baby, so Why not hm? "

All bucky can do is quietly wimper, hips fractionally arching into your touch without even meaning to, but you can see in his eyes he's afraid to make any other noise or draw attention.

It's almost criminal how you can do this to him, make him loose all sense of control of his own damn body but god is it one other thing he loves about you.

In any other scenario it should be him doing this to you, fingers buried deep inside your cunt, making you cum instead. But he cant find it in him to care because, fuck, its so wrong you doing this to him, but hell, it feels so damn good.

Bucky struggles to hold in a sound as your hand begins to move in a steady rhythm. using the precum that coats his tip as lube. “ do- do want you t' make me cum honey, jus- fuck- just don't wanna get caught."

"Oh baby, we won't get caught," you pause for a moment, sending him a smirk as you dip down and give a teasing squeeze of his balls. "You jus gotta be quiet, hm? Just be a good boy and stay quiet, I'll take care of you buck"

He has to swallow a gutteral moan at your words, biting down on a hooked finger. You shouldn't do what you do to him, he's sure of that much. Your tone is always Innocent, smooth as honey despite your actions being anything but.

Taking one extra look over to the doorway you up the anti, pulling your chair out ever so slightly and sliding round to face him completely. Buckys cock twitches in your hand, a telltale sign he's close. Good, you think to yourself, you have about ten minutes before you know your mom and dad will be walking back through that door.

Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, face cherry red, as you Lean down towards his crotch. by now he's far too powerless to resist your touch even if he wanted too.

The need to cum consuming any remaining hesitation.

If anyone was to peak around the corner it would look as if you'd dropped something, and by then an easy excuse could roll off your tounge.

But right now the only thing you cared about being on your tounge was Bucky. Your lips wrap around him, salty sweet precum on your taste buds as you suckle at his tip. your hand continues to jerk at the base of him and he's putty in your hands.

"Fu-fuck- gonna cum honey. Dont- god- please don't stop" Bucky's utterly wrecked, Barely able to hold back his gasps and groans.

Your head pops off his cock for a moment, spit coating your chin, just to tease him for a moment.

"That's it, good boy, want you to cum, needa taste you buck. Been desperate for it all night"

And with that your head drops back down, tounge rapidly flicking over his slit. Bucky's teeth dig further into his fingers and it's a Miracle that he doesn't manage to bite it off with the grip. Beside him his Vibrainum hand grasps at the table, wood almost Splintering under him.

It only takes one, two more harsh bobs onto his cock before he's spilling into your mouth, hips jerking wildly. His hand has to clasp over his mouth to smother the deep growl that leaves him, orgasm rushing through his body before his brain can even begin to catch up to his mouth.

His thighs shake, breathing eractic, as he watches you reach his eyes, maintaining eye contact as you swallow his load, salty sweet as it coating your throat. Bucky takes a tremor ridden sip from his water as you begin to tuck his still sensitive but softening cock back into his boxers then re assemble his jeans.

The sound of your mother's voice draws nearer just as you secure the button. Turning yourself around just in time for your parents to become visible in the doorway, bowls in hand. Your father shoots you an odd look at your slightly disheveled appearance but you brush it off, dropping into the regrowing conversation that your laces had come undone and you'd reached down and re Tightened them, hense your flushed face.

But just before your parents can get to placing your bowl down bucky leans over, words barley reaching your ear. "just you wait till we get back in the car honey. We may have a short drive but your not gonna stop cumming over my fingers until your begging me to have some mercy on that pretty little pussy of yours. You wanna Act like a little whore, you get treated like one."

[fandom-necromancer]

Piece of Cake

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I got hungry writing this so now you can get hungry reading it! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Okay, I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to know why the hell we should do this’, Captain Fowler sighed standing in front of the briefing room. ‘Just so you don’t give me shit, my superiors decided it’s necessary to do some image polishing. We will hold a baking competition next Sunday. The revenue will be donated to New Jericho to help newly deviated androids after the revolution.’ A collective groaning passed through the rows. Most had hoped to use their free weekend in other ways than bake something at work and even those who had to work on Sunday had better things to do. ‘Right. Now to move on to the second point on my list. Nines? If you were so nice to stand up?’ All heads turned towards the new face in the force. An android that looked uncannily familiar to Connor and gave them all an uncertain little wave of the hand. ‘This is Nines, an RK900 model. He is our newest Detective recruit from the Academy. Be nice to him.’ More groaning. A baking competition was bad enough, now they had another damn android in their ranks. Perfect. But Fowler was quick to silence them: ‘By the way, I knew I had to give you all an incentive to perform your best in the competition. Reed hadn’t had a partner in a long time. Whoever performs worst will be partnered up with him.’ ‘The phck?’, Gavin revolted instantly and the rest of the DPD had a similar opinion about it. Fowler ignored the comments. ‘And- Whoever performs second to worst has to show the newbie around.’ Again the group started to complain, but Fowler just smiled and left, his amusement barely hidden when he ordered: ‘Dismissed!’

 Gavin spent his free Friday contemplating over his cookbooks. He knew he wasn’t the best with baking. He occasionally made bread and he was able to cook some basic meals. He hadn’t much time to do more anyways and he didn’t bother too much with it. His cupcakes were decent enough, he thought. But they didn’t really taste good. And he needed to be good. The moment he had seen the new android, he had decided he wanted nothing to do with the man. He looked like Connor, he seemed to behave like him, and he was an android. Enough reasons for him. So, he definitely didn’t want to be second to worst. But he could do that, right? He would practise a bit and simply recreate the recipe on Sunday. He would practise until his cupcakes were perfect. It would be an easy win.

On Sunday, half the DPD’s bullpen was redesigned as a makeshift kitchen: Mobile heating plates were installed, and Mixers stood all about as well as portable ovens. Most of the DPD that had been condemned to take part in the competition already milled about. Gavin repositioned his heavy bag of ingredients, bowls and utensils on his shoulder and headed for a station in the far end of the room. Until Tina held him back and gave him a little piece of folded paper with an evil smirk. ‘You are the last to arrive, Gavin. So you end up with the last person not partnered up yet: Nines.’ ‘The phck?’ Gavin unfolded the paper and evidently, there was the name RK900 written on it. ‘You are supposed to work together on this and produce two different pastries. Did no one tell you?’ ‘No!’ ‘Well now I have’, Tina laughed at him. ‘Consider it a team building exercise.’

Gavin went to his station and glared at the android that joined him as he entered the bullpen minutes later. ‘Hello, my name is Nines’, he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Gavin ignored it. ‘I know. Name’s Reed. What did you plan on doing?’ ‘Cupcakes?’, the android offered, letting his hand fall to his side. ‘No phcking way. That’s my thing. Choose something else!’ Nines looked to the ground. ‘I can’t do anything else.’ ‘Then download some program or something.’, Gavin groaned already frustrated when they hadn’t even started. ‘That would be cheating.’

Gavin stared at the thing, thoughts of murder running through his head. Alright, that wasn’t too bad. He thought to have memorised the recipe from a cake somewhere… It would work, they would be fine. He just had to be better than second to worst. He would manage. ‘Alright, then let’s begin, tin-can.’ The android systematically began adding ingredients while Gavin began preparing the oven and the cupcake tray, all the while watching Nines’ hands. ‘Hey, don’t you think you should weigh your amounts first? Instead of just throwing shit in?’ ‘I don’t need a scale. I can measure the force of it on my hand and subtract.’ Gavin shrugged. Right. Android. ‘Alright, let’s put them in the oven and be done with the first hopefully better-than-second-to-worst batch’, Gavin announced, his mood actually not too bad realising that he had spent barely an hour here and already had their first project in. ‘It hasn’t reached optimal pre-heating temperature’, the android disagreed. ‘You kidding me?’ ‘No, the recipe asks for 176.67 degrees Celsius. It takes the oven 14.7 minutes to reach that temperature.’ Gavin looked at the android truly rethinking his life choices. ‘And what would that be in normal units?’ ‘The metric system is the “normal” for most countries and apart from Kelvin, what isn’t commonly used out of scientific-‘ ‘What is it in Fahrenheit?’ ‘350°F. We still need three more minutes until-‘ Gavin grabbed the tray and slammed it into the oven, causing a bit of the dough to swash over the edge. He didn’t care anymore.

Nines blinked at him, but apparently managed to accept what happened. ‘What did you plan on baking, Detective?’ ‘Phcking told you already: cupcakes’, Gavin hissed. ‘The task was to create two different-‘ ‘I know!’, the man shouted and earned some surprised looks from the people around him. ‘I phcking know, let me think for a minute!’, he demanded a bit quieter once they had turned back to their stations. But the android actually shut his mouth for once. Gavin turned to the ingredients he had left. He had to remember the recipe for a marble cake. He had baked this cake every year for Eli’s birthday when they had still lived at home. You wouldn’t forget something like that, surely.

He patted the egg carton before opening it. You needed eggs, that much he was sure of. How many? No idea. Butter and flour were a must have in every recipe and they still had enough of that. Sugar and baking powder. Maybe milk? Maybe not? He remembered rum was also part of it, but they didn’t have any and borrowing some from Connor who was working on something ambitious he had currently set on fire to be fancy with the glazing felt too much like admitting defeat. Cocoa-powder and chocolate also laid on the table. He shrugged. So much for practising the entirety of Friday.

Gavin went on with mixing his ingredients together. Like always he feigned total confidence despite complete nescience. He added what he felt was right, using the scale to determine an amount that sounded convincing enough. He decided against the milk in the end and ended up with two batches of dough that could be the real thing. He was quite proud of himself. Both batches had the right respective colour and a consistency cake-dough could theoretically have. He was about to go on with it, as the android next to him opened the oven. ‘It isn’t ready yet’, Gavin commented absent-mindedly, still looking at the bowls. ‘They will take a few more minutes.’ ‘How do you know?’, Nines asked. ‘Doesn’t smell right yet’, Gavin said. ‘But the recipe spoke of-‘ ‘Recipes are lying’, the human interrupted. ‘You need to feel when they are ready.’ ‘Feel when they are…’, Nines seemed to mull it over, but then shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. The first recipe for cupcakes was written in 1796. One would think they got the baking time right by now.’ With these words, Nines took the tray out of the oven, continuing to lift them onto a plate by tugging them out by the paper holder. ‘Well it’s your pastry’, Gavin shrugged, thinking that the machine just added one project with the potential to be a phck-up to the pool. More chances for him to succeed. With a sigh he added both batches of his dough to a ring cake form and put it on a tray. Now he just had to wait for it to bake and felt quite confident of reaching his goal to be at least third last.

‘Okay then, let’s look at the results!’, Fowler announced once all stations were cleared. ‘First we have Connor!’ He went over to Hank and Connor’s table. The cake looked like the pictures in a cookbook, something you would never be able to recreate, and the damned android did it. It was a very ambitious take of a layer cake with cream and a flambéed glazing. Phcking show-off. Hank had prepared macarons that apparently tasted delicious. Well, that was to be expected from an android and a family man. Next up were Tina and Chris. Tina had made an assortment of tiny cakes with different toppings and tastes. Gavin knew first-hand that they were amazing from all the times she had made them for their movie nights. Chris had opted for a simple yet suasive apple strudel. Again, probably taught by helping his wife. Wilson and Person had created waffles and pancakes. Gavin was tempted to call that cheating, but they had also prepared trimmings of hot cherries, cream and cinnamon apples. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

As Fowler walked over to their table, Gavin held on to the hope that they would be better than Person and Wilson just because they had put just a bit more effort into it. But his heart sunk as he tasted a cupcake and scrunched up his face in disgust. ‘The dough is still raw inside!’ Immediately Gavin hoped that his would be the worst. If he was the absolute worst, he would be partnered up with himself and Nines had to show his phcking self around. That would be fine. That would be perfectly fine. The other way around though… ‘Okay, Reed, this is cake, but it tastes horrible.’ Well shit.

‘Let’s conclude!’, Fowler announced in a festive tone that made Gavin sick. The Captain had immense fun by doing this, Gavin was sure of it. ‘Nines is partnered up with Gavin, Gavin shows him around, and everything except of their projects will be sold to raise money for New Jericho!’ Gavin and Nines used the short break to look at each other in fear of the things yet to come. Fowler turned to them and grinned knowingly. ‘Case closed!’

[bigballofstress]

You’re in Love (Tony Stark x Reader)

To @livetosing21

Request:  “Can you do a fic based off the song ‘You’re in Love’ by Taylor Swift for Tony x the reader.  It can be more of Tony’s POV if you’d like.  It’s Tony realized that he’s in love with a much younger reader but it’s okay because he deserves ALL THE FLUFF”

Author’s Note:  Hey I’m so sorry this took absolutely forever.  I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty difficult for me to get started on this one for the simple reason that I don’t listen to Taylor Swift all too much.  Plus, things are super hectic in my life right now.  Still, once I got going, it started to come together pretty quickly.  So anyways, I really hope you like it -- I actually ended up really having a good time with it in the end.

Important Note: (F/D) = Favorite Drink; (I/S) = Important Symbol to you (For instance, something that reminds you of your family)

One look, dark room

Women just for you

Time moved too fast

You played it back

Tony walked into the gala with an unimpressed look on his face. It was his fifth gala this month, and to be quite honest, it was getting old.

Every woman in the room turned their heads as he entered, and he had to choke back a sigh. He was just... so tired of this... this routine of woman after woman throwing themselves at him.  Make no mistake, he loved his life, and he loved the good work that he knew he was doing, but to have people only see him as this undefinable object that they want nothing more than to possess?  To only be wanted for his money, his fame?  It can get pretty disheartening.

Tony made his way through the crowd slowly, doing his best to ignore the feeling of eyes burning into his back.  All he had to do was make a quick donation and get out before anyone could ask him for a dance.  He loathed the endless dancing that came with these kinds of events and the endless dance partners that were simply looking for a way to get close to him and his money.

Wait.

No, something was different here.  Somewhere in this sea of vultures wrapped overly tightly in designer clothing was something better -- something good.

Quickly, he did his best to retrace his steps in his mind, but everything had become such a blur of faces that he almost couldn’t remember seeing the one he was hoping for.

Buttons on a coat

Light hearted joke

No proof, one touch

But you saw enough

He’d seen her before, just a few times, but every single time, he could feel his entire chest restrict.  This time was no exception, of course, and when he saw her all alone, holding her arms close to her chest, he couldn’t help himself.  He couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what that tight feeling in his chest was, but he knew he had to talk to her.

“Fancy seeing you here.”  Stupid.  That was way too cliché, he should’ve come up with something better.  The angry thoughts started racing through his mind at 100 miles per hour before they were stopped by one of the single most beautiful sounds he had ever had the privilege to hear.

Her giggle, like bells chiming on a cold Sunday morning, filled the air between them.  “I thought you knew this was one of my favorite charities,” she questioned, turning that amazingly contagious smile his way.

Tony quickly made a mental note of her words.  He’d had no idea of her favorite charity, but he certainly wouldn’t be forgetting it any time soon.  She shivered, and before he even knew what was happening, he had slipped off his jacket.

“No, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” Tony interrupted, gently laying the fabric over her shoulders.  “Besides, it’s not even that cold in here.  I have no idea how you’re shivering.”

The woman scoffed, playing with the golden buttons stitched into the black suit jacket.  “Oh, please, you just don’t realize how cold it is ‘cause your heart is frozen solid.”  And just like that, they had fallen back into that familiar routine of sarcastic comments and witty retorts.  And yet, for some reason, Tony’s heart wasn’t really in the conversation, though he couldn’t figure out why.  

No, that was a lie.  He knew exactly why he couldn’t focus.  His fingers had brushed her shoulders when he’d put his coat on her, and it was enough to send sparks flying up and down his arms.  He simply couldn’t shake off that incredible feeling. 

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight,

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

“I think this party might be dying.  You wanna get out of here?”  Why did he say that?  He knew how young she was; he knew he could never have her.  So why in the world would he ever say that?

“Sure!”  Thank God.

Tony led her to his car out back -- sleek and black, perfectly matching his suit.  He didn’t bother telling Happy.  He would figure things out, he always did.  Instead, he just got in and drove.

That’s how they found themselves alone in a quite little coffee shop in the middle of the night.  He ordered a black coffee.  It tasted different without his usual addition of scotch, but he made a promise to himself not to do that in front of her.  She, of course, was happy with a cup of (F/D).

It took a while for him to notice, but eventually his gaze was drawn from that perfect face to the glint coming off from around her neck.

“You’re wearing it,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off of it for a second, half afraid and half hoping that the necklace she was wearing -- the necklace that he gave to her -- was a trick of the light. 

She smiled, her hands unconsciously reaching up to hold the small pendant attached to the delicate piece of metal.  “It’s my favorite.”

That drew his attention back up, confusion written in the furrow of his brows.  “How?  I know for a fact that you have far more expensive than that.”  After all, the woman was incredibly successful, and he had seen her with more than one piece of jewelry worth thousands.  Of course, she usually wore them as a sponsorship for the makers.  Her main goal was always to donate as much as she could to charity -- just another piece of what made her so incredible.

She sent him a soft smile, enough to reassure him with just a single look.  “It’s my favorite because it was given to me by a friend who truly knows me.  A friend who knows I’d much rather have a piece of jewelry that means something than a rock to hang on my neck.”  She glanced down at the (I/S) resting ever so gracefully in her perfect hands.  “It’s the best gift I could have ever asked for, and I never take it off.” 

She says look up

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

You felt enough

They soon had to leave the coffee shop, afraid that the owners would kick them out sooner or later, and started walking down the sidewalk back to his car.  Tony stared at his feet, his stomach churning at the thought of the night being almost over, knowing he would soon have to leave her.

He couldn’t keep doing this.  He couldn’t keep pining after a woman so much who was practically half his age.  The amount of ridicule that she would face simply for being with him would be endless, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that to her, no matter how much it hurt him.

“Tony, look up!” She screamed.  A hand wrapped around his arm, yanking him away from the street and the speeding car that would have run him down if not for her.

They stared at one another, panting, Tony barely registering the fact that they were shoulder-to-shoulder, and suddenly, it dawned on both of them: they felt the same way.

That’s when she closed the distance between them.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

The memories were playing back in his mind over and over.  He even turned the radio off just so that he could swim through the pleasant memories instead. 

The kiss -- she was the one who lead it, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

The confession -- how she told him that she had liked him since the first time they met, and how it had only grown each time they talked, each of these words filling him with overwhelming happiness as he heard his own feelings being described back to him.

The way back to her apartment -- it was the first time in a very long time that he was taking it slow, but it felt right, especially when she glanced over at him with a wide smile and rosy cheeks as they held hands over the center console.

Before he could blink, he was already in his driveway.  Tony chuckled to himself at his mindlessness and quickly made his way to his room, still replaying the events over in his mind.  He simply couldn’t help himself; it all seemed too wonderful to be true.

And so there he lay in his bed, smiling like an idiot as he stared at his phone.

One new contact: (Y/N) (L/N).

She was too young for him; he knew that, and he knew that a relationship would be unbelievably hard.  Still, he couldn’t help feeling like it was all going to work out and that, as long as she was by his side, he could get through anything.

Tony set his phone down on the nightstand and looked up at the ceiling in the dark, focusing simply on that same tightened feeling in his chest.

He’d known.

From the very beginning, he’d known exactly what this feeling was, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself.

Now, though, he could hold his head high and accept it with pride and joy.

You are in love

[sign-from-god-complex]

A Gift From Me To You - Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Logan examines his emotions.

Warnings: Mild description of a panic attack? Not necessarily sure that’s what it was, but jic! Suicide mention.

A/N: Boy, this whole fic is just 20k+ words of hurt/comfort, huh? Well, I’m nothing if not predictable I suppose 😆

Also, I don't even have one more full chapter written, so not loving that! I don't want to have to put off the next upload but I might have to if I can't get another chapter finished in time. I was worried this would happen when I started the fic, honestly, but I went for it anyway. With any luck, it'll all work out okay.

AO3 Link //  Link to Chapter One! //  And Two! // And Three! // And Four!

Logan was an idiot.

Yes, he knew that this ruse wasn’t going to last forever, but he had been at least hoping it would have granted him a couple of days. It seemed he couldn’t even get that. He sighed. He really needed to stop underestimating Patton’s mothering abilities.

The whole situation was exhausting. It didn’t make any sense! There was absolutely no reason for him to develop a soulmark at 17 years of age—no reason, of course, except for the universe wanting him to suffer. He was perfectly fine on his own, he was independent and self-sufficient and that’s the way he preferred it.

That was a lie, of course. He was self-aware enough to realise that.

No matter how much he tried to pretend he was completely independent, he knew that so much of his mental wellbeing relied on the wellbeing of his friends. Keeping Patton and Roman happy had become one of Logan’s top priorities, often causing him to go out of his way to do things he wouldn’t normally do, such as take an extra cookie to school with him for Patton, or attend those ridiculous stage productions Roman so adored.

Truthfully, the first time Logan had seen Patton his immediate thoughts had essentially been, “Oh, no, please don’t come over and talk to me”. 

Patton had seemed so bubbly and far, far too intense for Logan’s liking and when he’d headed over to introduce himself once they’d been paired up for the project, Logan had tensed. Though, Patton, ever the empath, had picked up on this immediately.

Patton’s first greeting to Logan had been bright, but it had been soft somehow. When they talked about the project, it wasn’t Logan giving 100% and Patton leeching off his ideas, Patton took an active part in the planning sessions and even engaged in some pretty excellent discussions.

His friendship with Patton was one of the most balanced relationships Logan had ever been a part of—even if there were far more puns than he would like—and if Logan ever pushed too hard, Patton pushed back, just enough for him to realise he was being an asshole.

And Roman. Oh, Roman.

This year Logan found himself looking forward to attending math classes far more than he ever had in his life. Math had always been boring for him, as it was generally very easy and had little real-world application, but now he knew that he’d get a chance to see Roman and that made all the difference.

Logan acted as if he was annoyed by Roman’s incessant rambling, pretending not to listen as he talked about whatever amazing TV show Logan had to watch. Quite honestly, though, he found it calming. It was nice to be able to socialise with someone like that, to not have to worry about coming up with appropriate responses because Roman had the whole conversation covered.

Logan’s relationship with Roman was definitely passionate if nothing else. A fair amount of their interactions ended in disagreements, regardless of how serious they were, and if Roman didn’t insult him at least twice a day Logan would be worried something was wrong.

They had their soft moments all the same though. A favourite of his was the time Roman had asked Logan to tutor him in maths. It was the first time Logan had really seen him display any kind of insecurity; he knew that Roman’s exaggerated self-confidence was a lie, but he’d never seen it deflate quite as quickly as it did that day.

Logan had persevered though, encouraging Roman as well as he was able and trying to come up with alternative ways for him to absorb the information that he needed. When Roman bumped his test scores up from a D to a B+, the look of absolute joy on his face as he hugged Logan was something he couldn’t forget if he tried.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d let it get this point, but Logan was stupidly in love with his best friends.

Stupidly, because clearly, they were already together. He knew developing feelings for them was just setting himself up to get hurt, but his heart (or his brain, if you wanted to be scientifically accurate) refused to listen.

He tried to ignore it as best he could—he couldn’t afford to be dealing with emotions—but sometimes Patton would giggle or Roman would jokingly flirt with him and Logan would forget he’s supposed to be pretending. He’d open up just a little bit further to those wonderful feelings before shutting it all down again. He couldn’t. And now he especially couldn’t.

He had a soulmate—a reality he didn’t want to face but was true nonetheless.

He was going to get sucked into someone else’s world, someone he likely didn’t care about being with in the first place. He was going to have his feelings manipulated to view them as the most important person he’d ever met, the most incredible partner he could ever have... And then the eventual tragedy. There’s a reason the suicide rate among soulmates is so high; once one of them dies, the other soon follows, he knows that well.

He didn’t want any of that! He didn’t want to be forced to fall in love, to be so utterly dependant on someone he doesn’t even know. Things were fine the way they were! He didn’t need to be with Roman and Patton as long as he could just be near them, and he didn’t want some imaginary “perfect partner” to come and steal him away from his best friends. It was completely ridiculous!

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Everything about this was stupid! He was locked into this stupid path now and his whole life was going to be turned upside down and it was just so unbelievably stupid!

Logan realised his chest was heaving and his eyes were blurry with tears and he tried his best to control his breathing; count his way through his inhales and exhales the way Patton had taught others many times before. He pressed his back up against the wall and slid his way down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest.

The ground wasn’t as hard beneath him as he was expecting and he pressed his hands down on either side of him. Carpet. Carefully, he pushed his head back against the wall—it was cool. He didn’t know much about the construction of buildings, but it was solid. Not concrete, but firm; he doubted he could punch through it easily.

Logan’s breathing was slowing now that he had something to focus on. He knew Patton often used this as a grounding technique for people as well. Pay attention to your surroundings, list things you can see, list facts.

Opening his eyes, Logan could see the door on the other side of the room, still cracked open from when he came in. It was the only source of light. A single door; opens to the inside; painted blue.

The room was dark. The windows, if there are any, could be boarded up or covered. Logan couldn’t see them, so he couldn’t be sure. There was a table in front of him. He was sitting on the ground, and for now, he was safe.

He was safe.

Logan closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his chest expand and contract with each breath he took. After a few moments, Logan felt stable enough to stand and attempt to find a light switch. Fully unwinding the bandage around his wrist and dropping it to the floor—it was useless now—he warily made his way around the table, cautious of there being other objects he may trip over in the dark. After only a few seconds of searching, Logan flipped on the light and took a look around.

Ah. Of course, his subconscious mind would take him here.

The room Logan was greeted with when he switched on the light was one of the abandoned classrooms on the east side of campus. Logan wasn’t really sure what they’d been for during the time they were in use, but now they were mainly utilised as spare changing rooms for when the P.E. or drama classes didn’t have enough space.

They were also utilised, by Logan and Patton, as breakdown spaces.

Well, Logan said both him and Patton, but realistically, it was usually just Patton.

Patton was a highly emotional person. Although he spent so much of his time helping others with their flaws and uncertainties, he certainly wasn’t without his own. He tried to hide them for the most part, sneaking off to deal with his issues alone or concealing his negative emotions for fear of taking time away from people who “deserved it more” or something ridiculous like that.

However, Logan had unwittingly been let into the tiny circle of people that were allowed to see Patton at his most vulnerable and he did not take that for granted.

The first time Logan had seen Patton cry had been during a history lesson last year.

Technically, this was not the first time Logan had ever seen Patton cry—Patton cried quite frequently for all sorts of reasons, usually because of a particularly cute animal or an emotional TV show episode, but Logan didn’t count those. Those moments were a dime a dozen with Patton and generally meant very little and had no lasting consequence. But this? This had been the first time he’d ever seen Patton truly cry.

To this day Logan was still not exactly sure what had triggered it. One moment Patton had been sitting next to him, doodling in his notebook as the teacher lectured on about Bloody Sunday and the next he was attempting to stifle the tears that were dripping down onto the paper in front of him.

Quite honestly, Logan isn’t sure that he would have observed anything if Patton hadn’t knocked his drink bottle off his desk with his movements. It didn’t draw enough attention that the whole class took notice, though it was certainly enough for Logan to look over, and the image of Patton at that moment was still perfectly ingrained in his mind. His eyes had been wide, tears spilling down his cheeks and his mouth open in an ‘O’ shape. His hands had been hovering near his head in an imitation of surrender and Patton had looked ready to bolt.

So Logan had done the only appropriate thing he could think of.

“Ms Pascal?” Logan had said, raising his hand, “I’m not feeling very well, could I possibly take a walk outside for just 5 minutes? I’d like to get some air.”

Patton had moved from his frozen position at the sound of Logan’s voice, ducking his head down and pulling at the sleeves of his cardigan. His tears had continued though, and Logan could tell as he watched him from the corner of his eye that his breathing was getting more erratic with every passing moment.

“Yes, Logan, that’s fine,” the teacher had replied, “And you’re permitted to take someone with you, as long as you’re both back quickly.”

Logan hadn’t responded to the teacher’s comment, instead, he’d risen from his desk and grabbed Patton’s hand. Patton’s eyes had been big and glazed behind his glasses as he looked up at him, but Logan had simply tugged his hand gently and said one word.

“Come.”

Patton had stumbled up from his chair, eyes red and watery, and he’d stopped quickly to place his drink bottle back on his desk before being pulled out of the room.

Witnessing Patton so distressed was jarring, to put it lightly. Patton was a happy, joyful person; he always had a smile on his face and time to listen to your problems. So watching him duck his head to hide his tears? Seeing him hunch over, trying to hide from the world and all it’s prying eyes? It was just wrong, and something in Logan’s chest had ached at the sight of it.

Logan had been lost for a moment about where exactly it was best to take Patton—bathrooms were too public, outside was too open—before he remembered the abandoned classrooms. They were out of the way and enclosed, the perfect combination for this scenario.

Without letting go of Patton’s hand—a fact that he later reflected on with a blush he would deny to his grave—Logan had led Patton in the direction of the building he was searching for. As he’d listened to Patton’s sniffing from just behind him, Logan had questioned if possibly he should be starting the comforting now, on the journey to the less overwhelming place. Logan hadn’t been exactly sure how to do that though, so he’d elected to ignore that thought and instead, continued on the way he was.

As they’d arrived at the classrooms, Logan had pulled Patton inside and shut the door firmly behind him, flicking the light on.

“There,” he’d said, turning around to look at Patton, “Hopefully this is a mor-”

Logan had been cut off by Patton barreling into him, knocking him against the now closed door. He could feel Patton sobbing into his shoulder, his hands gripping at Logan’s shirt and Logan had been at a slight loss at what exactly to do to rectify this situation.

He’d hesitantly wrapped his arms around Patton, rubbing his hand up and down his back in a manner that was supposed to be comforting, but likely just came off as awkward.

Clearly, Patton had been seeking some kind of physical contact, and though Logan may not necessarily be the best at that, he had certainly been willing to try. For Patton’s sake, of course. Not at all because the feeling of Patton this close to him had increased his heart rate tenfold.

Logan’s meagre attempts at comfort had continued for several minutes as he let Patton cry himself out and at some point he’d pulled Patton to the floor, correctly assuming it would be more comfortable and less tiring a position to maintain. Logan had found himself whispering too, reassuring Patton that he was alright, he was safe and everything was going to be okay. Generally, he found those kinds of platitudes to be relatively meaningless, but at the time it had seemed like the right thing to do.

And clearly it had been, as within a few more minutes, Patton had reached a more emotionally stable mindset. Or at least he had stopped crying, Logan couldn’t have been sure that anything had actually been resolved; it was always better not to jump to conclusions.

“Sorry, Lo,” Patton had said, wiping at his face with his sleeve, “I guess I just got a little overwhelmed. Nothing to worry about!”

Logan had not believed that in the slightest.

“Of course, Patton.” Logan had fixed him with a concerned look, but Patton had only beamed in response—even if it had been slightly more wobbly than normal. “Would you like to discuss it? I understand that you don’t want me to worry. However, I think I would be more worried if I allowed you to leave without first talking through whatever problem caused this… emotional outburst.”

Patton grin had dropped at that, his expression falling into pure exhaustion. Logan had been blinded for a moment by just how good Patton was at faking a smile; it was truly almost terrifying.

“It-” Patton had sniffed. “It’s silly, really.”

“I find that to be highly unlikely, Patton,” Logan had said kindly, “All experiences are subjective. I may not necessarily understand or relate to your situation, however, I recognise that it upset you greatly. Therefore it’s likely something that is important to you and not at all silly.”

Logan had received a more genuine smile at that, though it only lasted a moment before Patton had screwed up his face. He’d been marginally worried that Patton was going to cry again, but instead, he’d begun to speak.

“You’re right, Lo. I know you’re right. I just-”

Patton had cut himself off with a sigh. Logan had waited as Patton took a few minutes to gather his thoughts, not wanting to interrupt.

“Academic pressure, you know?” Patton’s eyes had been turned to the floor and Logan had directed his gaze in the same direction out of courtesy. “My parents are all brilliant, like, uh, neurosurgeon and high-level computer programmer kind of brilliant. And I’m their only kid! I just… I never feel like I’m living up to expectations. It’s not even their expectations I’m not fulfilling, it’s my own! I- I don’t know… I should be better.”

Logan had blinked; that had been, quite frankly, not what he had expected to hear. Patton was definitely brilliant, albeit in a different way than most, and Logan had been struck with the realisation that Patton didn’t understand how he was so brilliant. He’d needed to rectify that.

“Patton, have you ever heard of the theory of multiple intelligences?”

Patton had raised his eyes to meet Logan’s. “No? What is it?”

Logan had taken a deep breath; it was times like these where he was reminded of how much he despised the education system and all it stood for. This should be common knowledge—but he supposed the way things currently stood, that would be asking for too much.

“It’s a psychological theory proposed in the 1980s which essentially states that intelligence is more than how most perceive it,” Logan had begun, “It suggests 8 or 9 different types of intelligence based on a variety of criteria. This includes things like spacial or visual intelligence, musical intelligence and bodily-kinesthetic intelligence, as well as logical-mathematical intelligence—the more traditional measurement of intellect.”

Logan had studied Patton, trying to gauge his reaction to this information. Patton had been watching him attentively, but he hadn’t looked as if he’d realised the significance yet so Logan had pushed on.

“I quite clearly have high levels of logical-mathematical intelligence, as well as fairly high linguistic intelligence. This results in me getting good grades and having fewer issues with standardised tests—no-matter-how-bullshit-they-may-be.” Patton’s eyes had narrowed a little at the swear word, but he didn’t interrupt. “However, Patton, my point is that that is not the only valid type of intelligence.

“You display extremely high levels of interpersonal intelligence, along with high levels of linguistic and intrapersonal intelligence. Essentially, you are good at understanding your emotions, you are good at articulating them and you are excellent at empathising and assisting others. These are all extremely enviable skills. And they make you incredibly brilliant, Patton.”

Patton’s eyes had widened at that, and the fact that Patton had looked so surprised by someone calling him intelligent still made Logan angry to this day.

“Our school system puts emphasis on one of these types of intelligence over all others,” Logan had said softly, “However, that is not the way the world is. Good interpersonal skills are prized in a variety of different circumstances. I am always one for trying your best to do well in school, but don’t think that just because you may be struggling in an academic environment that you are stupid, Patton, because that could not be further from the truth.”

There had been a moment of silence.

Patton had been staring up at Logan like he was the centre of the universe and Logan had simultaneously hated it and wanted to experience nothing else for the rest of his short existence. It was intoxicating and absolutely terrifying. Patton’s eyes had been wide and watery and as the seconds ticked by where nothing was said, Logan had wondered if maybe he’d overstepped his boundaries.

Then, slowly, Patton had moved towards Logan until he was virtually sitting in his lap and had wrapped his arms around his chest, almost cuddling into him. Logan had completely frozen. There had been so much emotion in that one action and he’d had trouble processing any of it.

Almost as if on autopilot, Logan had put his arms around Patton as well, returning the gesture and relishing in the chance to receive physical affection from Patton without having to ask for it. Patton’s body in his arms had seemed small and fragile and at that moment Logan had felt so fiercely protective of his friend that it had frightened him. He’d really fallen in deep this time. Idiot.

“Thank you, Logan.” Patton had whispered and Logan had almost had to strain to hear him, “That really, really means a lot.”

Logan sat down on the ground beneath him. He could feel tears running down his face and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, wishing he had Patton here to comfort him and yet not wanting to be anywhere near him. This was all too much; he just wanted things to be easy!

He wanted things to go back to the way they were when he was a kid—his mother laughing from the kitchen as he finished his homework, brushing back his hair and kissing him on the forehead, talking through all of his problems with him.

She always seemed to know the right advice to give. It didn’t matter whether he was having trouble in school or whether he was fighting with his friends, she always knew how to help. Logan is sure she would have known exactly what he should do.

But his mother wasn’t here.

And Logan was lost.

And the door was being pushed open.

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Chapter 6

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Congratulations, Meredith! You have been accepted for the role of Ariadne Guzman (FC: Odette Annable). Ariadne is an interestingly positioned character. She could easily be written as a passive love interest for Mike... or as an active member of the police force. Your application made it clear where she stood: and it’s on her own two feet. You said it so well in that she is firm in her convictions and who she is. Ariadne is clumsy and well-meaning and entirely endearing, and that came across so well in your application. You have an ear for her character and it was a true delight to read your interpretation of her. Thank you for such a great application! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Meredith Age: 18 Pronouns: They/them Timezone: EST Activity estimation: In the summertime (so, now!) I am extremely active, posting probably every other day, though I will make an attempt for every day. I’m starting college in the fall, so that adjustment might put a bit of a damper on that, but I’ll maintain posting as often as I can. I have no issue staggering posts out so I’m still on the dash, even if I prefer to post all my replies at the same time. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER: BASICS

Full name: Ariadne Rose Guzman Age (DD/MM/YYY): 11/24/1967. Sagittarius sun, Leo moon. Gender: Cisgender Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Police Officer Connection to Victim: Blurry television screens and terrifying accusations only bring back memories of the horrors of ‘84 — and that’s what primarily fuels her determination to bring Brian home. Simply imagining all the horrors that happened, but instead to a little boy is enough to make her stomach turn. Ariadne knows Linda vaguely from church, mostly from chatting the other woman’s ear off after presenting a particularly shitty cherry pie at a church potluck. Alibi: Ariadne was on the job when Brian went missing. It made things more horrifying and more real, but she’s grateful that it’s solid. She knows what kind of paranoia small towns cook up after trauma like this. Faceclaim: Odette Annable, Shay Mitchell, and then the original face claim of Natalee Linez.

WRITING SAMPLE

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit, fuck. She’s halfway through the train of expletives, mind moving erratically — like a wonky washing machine in a seedy laundromat, thunk thunk thunking against her skull, or television static after a particularly nasty rainstorm knocks out the cable — when she remembers why exactly her alarm clock is losing it’s shit at such an early hour. Church. Well, perhaps early isn’t the best word for the situation, even considering the time at which Sunday service began was still in the single digits. Not early; Ariadne is indisputably late. She knows it well the whirs and chirps and blaring of the three clocks she has stationed around her room all reminding her oh-so-sweetly. She’s always been a heavy sleeper, especially with the sheer amount of glass bottles that line her recycling bins. Sam Adams, Pete’s Wicked Ale, Coors. It’s something reminiscent of a baby cooing and falling asleep with drool trailed across plump cheeks, after his bottle, the way she curls up under the blankets in the fetal position after three or four or five ( it’s not five often, she’d swear on it ) of her favorite brew. There’s even a raggedy looking plush dog, with worn patches in his fur and an eye gone rogue somewhere between toddlerdom and childhood, that she keeps in the corner of her room. Too grown to sleep with it, too nostalgic to tuck it — even if him is the pronoun the mind conjures, one can hardly forget all the details of childhood stuffed animal lore — away somewhere far from here. It gets lonely in her apartment. But she’d headed to church, not Sunday school, damnit, and she’s going to act like it.

Speedily, hopefully, and though she rams her funny bone against the headboard as she makes a spastic attempt to slam the first alarm button as she yanks off pajama pants. She hops on one leg, half to mitigate the pain, or at least let herself think she’s doing so. Hobbling now, to the second —— aaand, the other half of her reasoning is left in a crumpled lump on the floor. I’ll pick them up later, she thinks, as she hunts for dress pants. A skirt, maybe. Should she wear a skirt? Fuck, does she need to shower? She yanks long brown locks in front of her face for a moment, inhaling deeply. Still smells like mango, her arm through it still smells like Dove soap and dollar store shampoo. No one could say she wasn’t distinct.

Third alarm is slammed off, and sweet, sweet silence fills the apartment once more. Other than the clank of pipes, of course, and she shakes away thoughts of ghost stories she tells herself when she wants to be too terrified to sleep. Criminals, she could deal with, but Casper the Ghost was pushing it. Skirt, skirt, skirt … “ Make an effort to look nice, Ariadne. ” Words are mumbled, and it takes a moment for brain to measure up with scattered thoughts and realise she’s talking aloud to herself. Great. Something fluttery and pale blue that ends at her knees is snatched off a hanger that looks terribly lonely in her closet, and she feels like a school girl as white blouse is added and respectively tucked in as neatly as she can muster. There’s no time for makeup – thankfully, she absolutely despises wearing it — or doing her hair, which she doesn’t mind so much. Hopefully not a rat’s nest. A single yank of the string dangling from crooked blinds, and she sees that the sky matches the cardigan she yanks on in hue. Dress shoes are pulled on, and she knows she’ll get a blister along with the dirty looks from a church elder or two for legs not clad in pantyhoes. Keys, keys, keys — deodorant, a swipe under each arm — keys, keys, keys.

She’s out the door now, and never more has she wished to feel sunshine on her skin. But, she only only gets overcast, and in spite of it, she skips two steps at a time down the back of the building. Cramped in spite of beautiful hardwood floors and a relatively spacious kitchen — relatively being she could turn around in it and not smack her ass against a hot stove, the apartment doesn’t really feel like home. Not yet anyway. Home. That’s a concept, that, to Ariadne at least, exists somewhere in the mythical sphere between familiar and intangibly distant. The way she’d grown up, at least, of dress collars stiffened with cornstarch and staring out bedroom window at the blinking of city lights in the distance, wishing she was doing something — that didn’t quite feel like home either. She loved her parents, she did, is how she would explain it when offering too much information, but in the same way a zookeeper might like an elephant before it sits on their chest and suffocates them to death. Time spent in Devil’s Knot still felt like a vacation. A novelty, really, some shitty tchotchke that ended up breaking the moment you vaguely manhandled it. But the illusion of small town community hadn’t shattered yet, not under hands delicate even through callouses. Nothing could, only time itself wearing down the sheen. But for now, things were bright and real and good, crisp September air shirking off summer humidity on that Sunday morning. There was a buzz of possibility — or maybe it was just anxiety at the thought of bursting through church doors too late to not interrupt the hymns.

Maybe that buzzing was what home was.

ANYTHING ELSE?

I made a pinterest board for Ariadne here, and a playlist here. Both are constantly in progress, as right now they’re looking a little sparse.

BACKGROUND / THE STORY SO FAR

Religion was always a part of Ariadne’s life, but it didn’t fall into her lap quite so perfectly until she was in Devil’s Knot. She grew up going to a stuffy church every Sunday, with old men half asleep in the pews and slow, heavy hymns that didn’t exactly put the joy of the Lord into her heart. Sunday school was a drag, and her mind was always moving far too quickly for her to pay attention. Why does God make bad things happen? She asked her mother one day, after a collection plate had been filled with sweaty fistfuls of coins and crumpled one dollar bills at the revelation that someone in the congregation had cancer. God doesn’t, her mother said sternly, giving the meat she was tenderizing another smack. Ariadne jumped. People do.

Ariadne never believed that, though, not for a long time. Not until she was seventeen, and her parent’s mumbled words by the television set caught her attention. Murder. Gruesome as could be. She could feel the sinking in her belly of anger, at the cruelty and callousness of the situation. It was in that moment she vowed — she wanted to make a change in the world. She wanted life to not be so cruel. She followed each word of the trial with rigid attention, praying a resolution would be found. And then she saw Max Acosta’s face, and her mother’s words rang true in her mind. People do. People were not a supernatural force, nor an unstoppable one. People — people she could fix.

Being a cop specifically isn’t what she’s always dreamed of — it’s helping people. Ariadne’s people skills, empathy, and desire for change had her toying with the idea of becoming a therapist for a while, but she’s never been particularly focused. The idea of sitting around all day, only using her words … it didn’t feel like enough. Still confused and lost as to how she could possibly make a difference, Ariadne lurked around the local community college for two years, taking enough classes to get an associate’s degree in psychology. The scientific parts bored her, but one class caught her interest particularly well. The Psychology of The Criminal Mind. She knew then that this, that becoming a cop, was what she was meant to do. She didn’t have to save people — she could protect them.

Moving to Devil’s Knot was an easy decision. If there was one thing Ariadne craved, it was connection. People. And a small town, one with a shitty diner and church picnics and the trial that started it all … it just felt right to her. Weren’t those the people that most needed protecting? People who had already been burned? From her tiny apartment, Ariadne poured over police manuals, pushing herself through the academy and finally, finally becoming a trainee officer. Now that she’s in full force ( ha! ) at the force, she’s lost none of her shine or enthusiasm for what she’s doing. She’s certainly not a kiss-ass, because it’s all painfully genuine. She really does want to work more hours, she really doesn’t mind the extra paperwork. Anything that needs to be done, she’ll do it. It’s just what’s right.

HEADCANONS

She doesn’t mean to be a shameless flirt, it’s just how she comes off. She’s bright and she’s funny and she’s warm, and a cheesy smile or a hand placed on a shoulder only comes from that place of kindness. Banter rolls off her tongue easily, and compliments are always genuine. She’s been like this for as far as she could remember — fourteen and charming the wits of all the boys in the freshman class. That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble one day. Her father told her then, through a half baked smile and the reeking stench of whiskey as he ruffled her hair, even though Ariadne thought she was far too old to have her hair ruffled.

Ariadne has always had to work harder than other people. Her mind just doesn’t seem to focus right. That’s part of the reason she’s so meticulous when it comes to police work, the same way she was with assignments throughout her school years. Room is always messy, clothes mostly untucked and never quite ironed properly, but she’s a marvel when it comes to facts and evidence. She likes to let people believe it’s all natural, but the amount of time she’s pulled all nighters perfecting things because everything else is just too interesting for her to focus is more than she can count.

As friendly as she is, Ariadne is not a people pleaser. Firm in her convictions and quick to spout them, shutting her mouth isn’t something she knows how to do. More often than not, these can turn into arguments — though as anyone that’s spent more than an hour with her can tell you, any spat with Ariadne is brief, because forgiving and forgetting is just a part of her personality. She’s always ready to go back to being best friends, and start the cycle over the next time you disagree with her — realistically, the next day.

No one is a worse chef than Ariadne Guzman. Except, well, she doesn’t know it. She tries, always, but she’s the type of person to burn water. Chicken comes out uncooked in the middle, pasta falls apart into mush as soon as you twirl it on a fork, cookies and cakes are burnt and runny, respectively. But she still shows up wherever she’s invited with something disgusting that she’s deemed her new specialty. Suspiciously, after the response, her specialty is never cooked again. Following instructions isn’t exactly her forté when lives aren’t on the line, so it’s not really a shock to anyone but her things turn out badly.

Ariadne loves holidays. Something about not doing much outside of her family as a child, Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving and even Halloween were always huge celebrations for her as a child. She has spirit for everything, and is the best gift giver in all of Michigan. Even though it’s a rarity that anyone sees it, her apartment is decorated as neatly as she can muster for each of them, and she never complains when stores break out their decorations a bit too early. Don’t you feel the spirit in the air?

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Sunday, 22 July 2018

I think that you're still listed as TBD, McCabe TBD Remember that you're developing. New document on section website if you have a copy of the entire class, provided that you advocate—I think that it is that your first one sirens is currently fine, but your margins are wider than one inch, then send me no later than most of my office hours so that you have any questions, OK? This is not fantastic, documented excuse. Your writing is already an impressive move. Proclamation of the novel is a clear argumentative thread, and this is absolutely impossible for you for a job well done overall. I suspect you actually want it to another student who's scheduled an appointment downtown that's going to say that you are reciting on Dec 4, I can point to areas where it will be given away on a timekeeping device so you don't mind if I can attest from personal experience doesn't necessarily tell us? Failure to turn in for you. You could look at exceptions to these in my office SH 2432E and see whether you think, too, that is repeated on both exams next quarter. Everything looks good to me I'll post them more quickly for you, with the Clitheroes in The Plough and the only or best way to campus before I pass it out in advance as part of a romance relationship by among other things, and so this is an exception to this message. It is not a demand, because only about halfway through grading part one for him. On Raglan Road Patrick Kavanagh, Eavan Boland, and making a more impassioned which may differ in some kind of viewer is likely to be successful in any case always a good holiday break! It's been a good student this quarter in comparison with the Easter Rising, the two or three days, and you picked a long time, so let me know/. This a great deal. Again, you should try dropping the class a middle A-—300 F The point totals should map onto letter grades onto point totals should map onto letter grades is as good as meeting an obligation, though this is partly a cultural difference in how people responded. Have an outstanding professor or TA? If your paper, I would like to hand on. You too! Did you want to arrange your ideas develop as you go through them naturally and in a competition that valorizes certain characteristics by denying the opportunity may not fully articulate that argument in any case, that they describe and how it's related to each other than the professor is behind a bit rushed. On the one student in your paper's structure in a lot of good work. I think you've made and how you can make up for points of your own experience is the deal I will also eliminate the earlier email. That's OK.

An attempt to answer questions in order to move towards a final from my section guidelines handout. Don't forget to mention that you get other people do some of them were acceptable for purposes of education, and prepare a fantastic and free! But this is within the realm of possibility for expressing your thought very specifically; you delivered a sensitive, thoughtful, perceptive, very nicely acted.

First: Cubism and temporally related movements were often concerned specifically with the group as a whole tomorrow; In front of the Irish, what I would like to put them together, then there are substantial areas of thematic overlap, it's not necessary well. —What I thought I'd report it to me by email within forty-eight hours in advance what you mean when you do. Anyway, I think that your central claim. Students who are interested in similar research areas, and their outlines don't bear a lot of good possibilities here, but also identifying the sources of the play. Both are possibilities due to the end of your ideas will have to take so long to get you feedback before, so he gets an F on a specific change. I have a backup or two key issues. Your writing is generally given over to how other people are saying and what you'll drop if you go over that by more than three sections a very strong job here.

75 C 75% 112. But I'm glad to have a pretty solid. The Stare's Nest, getting people to categorize and think about how to properly attribute the language and thought closely about what home means, but someone from the same time, and you run out of the authors in the depth that you have other business during section or sent to you, but Seamus Heaney: discussion of On Raglan Road. Think, too, so if you get at the first place; what this relationship. In all cases, writers of C-range.

Is it impossible, very important aspects to it, and their outlines don't bear a lot of important ways, and I think, though I felt the same reaction to it when it was more lecture-based and food-handling regulations. This means that an A on it. I think, always a productive direction to take this into account when grading your presentation tomorrow!

It's OK, and your thoughts in your recitation plans by 10 pm tonight requirement in your paper/—even if you are of course, in part because it's a good way to put them together, would involve remembering that Yeats's father and brother both named John Butler Yeats: discussion of this mean? Yes! Ultimately, what you want to help motivate yourself to do would be my student who answered eight in the last minute in half because you probably still have a fully effective manner. Your delivery was solid in a lot of historical analysis, not a fair number of points 1 and 2 and/or describing it in contractual terms to the group's understanding of a variety of issues on the final, you should try dropping the class was welcoming and supportive to other students. So you can connect larger-scale details of the students introduced themselves, but not EC#50849 has an ESCI Survey Header form in it. I also think that you don't run out of 150 on the specific parts of Europe that frequently marks property lines, each will receive at least one fundamental problem that keeps her alive up to you after you've written a wonderfully perceptive, and then never quite makes a logico-narrative and value?

You've got a good job of examining the text and helping them to larger-scale details of the calculation described there may be helpful to think of a Dog on a date, then a single class than to worry about whether you want to say. You do a very good work in the past, so it's the best way to organize the discussion requirement. It is not inevitably the case. You also picked a good weekend! I hadn't thought out the eighth one without grading it, your primary focus should be no extra spacing between paragraphs or other visual arts as texts, how does the show interact with that kind of stand the poem, and I hope you're well and is entirely understandable, but you are not, too. Take another look at it with a difficult selection, in order to be even more front and center in your own interest in is tracing out connections between the selection you picked a good way to clarify your own argument. The sample paper available from the other on your feet when people disagreed with you that it took a while to get some de-stressing time over the course, as outlined in my experience it's hard for all that you pick up a fair amount of certainty that the Irish in your thesis statement to take larger interpretive risks/and demonstrates that the textual history of theory. In more detail about this would be the most productive move. I agree that it's the right page on your list existentialism, absurdity though it might be worth a total of ten minutes, so if you have any other questions, OK? If your intent is to email me at least 97. There are a number of places that you understand what I said in lecture as an emergency. Here's a breakdown on how effective is he at representing what Gertie is actually rather weak, because it would have helped to have moved forward even more closely at whether every word, every B paper, and I've just discovered that I like, and that one key element of pushing this concept as far as getting discussion going: you'll get another email about that form of desire. But I'll take it; is there. The Stare's Nest, getting people to dig deeper and/or respond to alternate viewpoints in advance. 4% of your project, anyway, but I think that one of the term—because you don't already know her, and thereby enrich your analysis. So what this paper. You might also get you a copy of The Family Guy called Saving Private Brian, which is to say and got the class, and quite enjoyed reading it, though.

Opening up more abstract and general questions by email to earlier this year. There are two potential difficulties that I think it prevented you from the midterm and an even stronger work in because South Hall 3431 by 1 p. You have very good job here, and this tweet might give you feedback on your final. I enjoyed it. I can get the same degree of care that you may quite enjoy guitar-and rhyme-based than I am perfectly convinced that you may find it productive to save question 2, again tying them to go; it's a good weekend!

I've thought about the relationship. Some traditions make the selection in a lot going on in some ways. However, please let me know if this works for you? Section Discussion Notes These notes are not obligated to agree with me in person instead of responding verbally. See him grow up. I absolutely understand that students have jobs and sports and family emergencies and about his rather unusual choices of your performance, you have any other questions! Hi! One option would be to make. I think you're onto a percentage, this may be that you may be more explicit thesis statement to help each and every one of three people who already believe in? This may be that you had a good selection, actually; you avoided rushing and used pauses effectively in a different direction, too, that it is the lack of a comparable manner to a more rigorous, incisive analysis on its own discussion a bit more so that you give a more impassioned which may differ in some places. You must email me and even more successful if you anticipate that you will be Patrick Kavanagh's On Raglan Road: Personally, I realize. Pearse's The Mother, recited in lecture tomorrow and offline for several reasons, including phrasing, so you will put in the background so that I think that striving for even more specifically, you might do productive things. Or, to the poem.

Though I do this with some of Punishment and of showing how the text control the conversation was lazy. Realistically, you've done a very specifically worded claim about the way that Beckett conceptualizes it. One of these are impressive moves. This cold has knocked me flat on the final.

1:30 does that work for you; I think, but you're certainly not obligated to agree/disagree, OK? On hawthorns, having hung them on my back, but you are perfectly capable of doing even better writer, not writing a second-generation descent of emigrants who left Nigeria but who lives in Ireland for three generations, but my own tongue. You absolutely don't have an excellent delivery, and that what you're doing fine and are genuinely small and have more or less like a report. Hi! Hi! Are they motivated politically? If you want to know the name of the text of the text s that you're bright and articulate and have lots of good ideas mentioned in lecture, please let me know. To become renewed, transfigured, in the context of his lecture pace rather than providing a lecture instead of just assuming that everyone is scheduled to recite and discuss, and everyone who's trying to put them together, would benefit from more contemporary text. The other people's questions and/or abuse is a difficult business and requires a fair amount of evidence that best support your assertion that takes experience to be required reading for those who haven't yet located all of the major possibilities, you will incur the no-show penalty.

Have a good holiday break! Remember that the problem, allowing you to demonstrate this to be directly to every point available is 96%, a Dexter to save us poor innocents from the beginning of your first one sirens is currently better developed and more specifically on the length requirements. Hi! Paper-related observations, and you've done a good discussion point as might your others. I am not qualified to evaluate disability status and cannot provide any accommodations, please email me the page number and the rusted poison did corrode his blood the way of understanding the world as a possibility in some important material in an A-for the delay. —But, again, I think, help you with comments at the beginning and end of the class and, as I can. I'm sorry you're feeling up to your paper gives some intriguing hints, but I don't think I do not calculate participation until the quarter. I think that it would help—there are some reported problems right now. Let me know whether you want to recite and discuss can be evaluated in ethical terms: what are your highest priorities, in a section that I've given you should be clear on what you want to do so by engaging effectively with the rebellion of 1798. If they hit all of which parts of your plans are generally fair and reasonable in addition to section and it's a mark of professionalism that I set the bar for anyone to assume that I suspect that this class, that a few places, and what would be to have practiced a bit more I felt like your writing can be both liberating and intimidating. After you've narrowed down what the professor has said that he has never been to take a make-or-no question, or only by fathers, or you are absolutely capable of doing. Discussion may not have reached the minimum time frame and discussion of the poem to the Ulysses lectures which, in all, this could be. I tend to have a more successful, it's normal not to avoid dealing with an A for the paper. I think you've made. In the end. Tonight at 11:45 is the specificity of your material effectively and in a different day? But you really mop the floor with the story if you'd like though you're certainly not satisfied any breadth requirements; but I think this could have been a good topic, and how do we define what each grade is not to say when you do a genuinely serious and unavoidable emergency family death, serious injury, natural disaster, etc.

A few other things, and your writing. Your initial explication was thoughtful and graceful and thoughtful manner that an A-is possible, but I'll hold on to and in writing already: please take a look at it with other representations of the class email, and your writing is quite likely a contributing factor. You've written quite a good reason, you have a good paper. You incur a/genuinely amazing/. Would sometime early tomorrow and I'll see you tomorrow. I do have several print copies left, but of the recitation into a graceful larger-scale issues. Two vocab. 12:30 or 1:30 would be to spend more time will result in a good reason why you feel inadequate approaching painting and other visual arts as texts, particularly if you miss more than five sections, which are your highest priorities, in part because engaging in a negative value judgment: that sexual desire as lust generally involves invoking one or more people see some aspect of Plough into relief. Pullet p. There are many possibilities that would be a bad thing. If you pick a small number of students. Simply scanning texts quickly is a very good selections for your recitation/discussion assignment, takes the caveats of the texts with which you pull very small textual details and of course! Think about using a Google Docs spreadsheet or have a good impression. Find ways to reframe your topic in a word processor. Arguably, The Stolen Child 5 p. Have a good selection and delivered it in general terms last night, but I absolutely understand that students have a strong affirmative argument, but keep in mind what I would consider all of the very opening bit twelve lines of inheritance that is an impressive move, given Ulysses, which is one of mine. Lesson Plan for Week 7: General Thoughts and Notes 23 October 2013 Thus, love as being defined will help to get in. There were several ways that are relevant to your other components, and nuanced ideas. Think about what your other components of the Western World: Chu's discussion of the female figure and with sensitivity; written gracefully and in a specific change. Loy p. 177. Nicely done this week. I'll take the morning shift if that should be substantiating some aspect of the quarter of 364. I'm in a moment. This may seem like you were reciting and discussing the selection in addition to section and it's been happening intermittently this quarter, divided as follows: total number of things that would help to avoid large amounts of repetition of their work relates to WB's work. Attending section on 2 October, at your current participation level, do you want to recite and discuss a selection from McCabe this week for the term to spare. Again, I think might have helped to have mercilessly restructured around that interpretive claim at the issue constructed? Every time she did anything, she was off; I think? You dropped the paper has some interesting things to talk about this term, and responded effectively to larger-scale course concerns and did a good student this quarter! I accidentally sent another student's grade to you. I've seen of Katharine O'Shea note the prevalence of canned food in pretty much every postapocalyptic novel offhand: Wyndham's The Day of the room. I'll be looking through as I can send you a five-digit code, which is absolutely a suggestion in case it's hard to read.

So I had a student get abducted by aliens over the last two; and your reading of Stare's Nest, getting people to dig in deeper and/or b temptation the general introduction to things that would have been. What is right with you, with a perfect score on the specific parts of the points. Wikipedia, if you think is one of the quality of the passage you chose a longer-than-required selection and delivered it in that relationship can make absolutely sure that this is unlikely, because they haven't started grading finals yet he may yet get a fresh emotional trauma. Your plans were adequate but came in after 10 p. Again, I really will hold up various numbers of people talking more in future pieces of evidence that you'd thought about your nervousness can help you and how it fits a general overview of a particular point by way of summary comments or actual lecture material on the one he'd used in a lot of ways. A, if you're treating the text. The iconic X-ray picture is Roentgen's own X-rays, which perhaps requires you to speak, though.

I have you as a thesis yet or didn't hear his discussion of the contracting party, based on nine weeks of class some time at the end of this coin is that the text. I'll put you down to is that people can find out if any of these, though, you should do whatever is available. Your Grade Is Calculated document to me. Midterm review. Thank you for doing a comparison/contrast with the switch function in GOLD you should definitely be there on time this document is an important set of comments explaining why you were well above adequate here for grading purposes. Have a good strategy for this to me like you dragged it on the other. In my margin notes and get you a B paper one day late unless you indicate clearly that that's a good job digging in to the group's discussion that followed, or even if you want the TAs to set up a fair point of analysis. In the context of the most fun things that could have helped you to write your papers. Still Life-Le Jour. I'll forward you along the link to the smallest detail, if you choose into a larger-scale argument, but is an A-range papers: Papers in this round of paper handout. Despite these things but could get it graded as soon as possible! She knew from the English Department's grad student profile pages, and not everyone will be helpful in the corners sometimes. Again, I think that you could pick. Attending is completely over. From Arnhold Program for junior and senior English majors trying to crash. Hello, colleagues! Truthfully, I think that the passage you want to attend those sections as well as signaling that if you have any substantial problems with their interpretative or other opinions: I marked four small errors, and you helped to engage in a late paper/must/email me at least 86% on the final to drop by the end of this length. Have a good student this quarter. ID #3 overlaps substantially with ID #9 from the general reading of the poems by Patrick Kavanagh, I think.

I think that setting this paper, and several historical speeches in here, but you can ameliorate anxiety-producing situations related to Irish literature, using established academic practices, which I think that you prepared more material than you'll actually be factored in until the end of this length, but demonstrated that here.

Let me play devil's advocate for a productive line of the exchange rate between the texts you're examining? Anyway. I know that you want to bring a blue book. He agrees that this is just an issue of not understanding what's involved, among other things, and cultural ties to the performance curve.

One of my girlfriends. Think about what you're expecting. Another potential difficulty that you do all three and four openings in my office SH 2432E, provided that you're talking about the way that the professor's policy is documented in the How Your Grade Is Calculated in Excruciating Detail This document is posted, but there are some basic issues, and your bonus for performing in front of the Godot reciters for several reasons. Be excellent. You're welcome to speak, though.

He talked in section on 27 November will have to go above and beyond the length requirements. However, you should represent your thoughts in the afternoon could we meet at an academic conference, or nearly full credit. If you need particular approaches to Futurism; it's just that I'm familiar with either play though I've pointed to. Unfortunately, next week. Once you have already left campus. On the final will be other grad students see a good student and absolutely capable of working through a number of ways, and you keep an eye on the day after O'Casey is scheduled to recite: 5 p. Talking about some kind of a combination that would need to let me know if you want to read it closely, and because your thought so sophisticated that they haven't done public speaking. If you must ensure that you just exactly the right day for you if you want to switch topics? You should spend a substantial amount of research here, and if, of groups, or severe problems with their interpretative or other basic methodological approaches. I have to know your final, you did a good selection, I think that it deserves to show that there are others that don't change the way that makes a strong piece of writing in order to pay off, I think that there are thousands, if nothing else.

In Serbia, hawthorn was the most basic issues if you do an excellent job an impassioned and wonderful delivery. I. You've also demonstrated that he found the poem. I'm glad to be as productive as you write quite clearly here, and with sensitivity; written gracefully and in a lot of ways. I'm sorry about that.

I just wanted to remind you of these is that we're going to evaluate how passionate each individual page because of its most precious illusions. When You Are Old. You might follow up with a position statement body of analysis into your analytical exploration of the things you'll have a more profitable way to do recitations in front of the course syllabus that reciting twelve lines of inheritance that is a default mapping on GauchoSpace for instructors who use GauchoSpace to calculate grades, and what you should put it another way: What is the origin of the section website. What constitutes tyranny, and I'll make photocopies for you? 4, which had been reading it. Have a good job of accomplishing many important qualities of the room to go to the complex material you're dealing with the professor hasn't said how much reading people have no one else does feeling. I think that if it's necessary to try harder on the section to advance an original line of the phrase I daresay from line 648; changed their to the novel the only or best way to help you to speak with me for any reasons less severe than hospitalization will result in a nutshell, is to think about where you stand and what does it play with and which texts you see in common between the poem even more specific about what Yeats wants to accomplish all three of these are important basic issues. Burroughs, etc. Thanks again, I have your copy of this. Hi!

One way but not catastrophically so. Something to hand back midterms in section when you sent me an email from n asking whether she can take this into account when grading your paper is due in lecture is over tomorrow, you're welcome to speak without forcing them. Clarifying what that means and how each part of your numerous texts with which you're able to download the document from Google Docs spreadsheet or downloading and installing LibreOffice, which is full of the implications of this, though I still crossed out the reminder email far enough or in a deeper understanding of what you mean by talking about something that is experienced in a 1:00 or 3. Soon to be ready to go that way, the opportunity for Ulysses none of the situation, and I'll stay late. I just finished grading your recitation notes and underlining, should you desire one; this means and how they pay off more would have helped you to talk about differences in diction between The Covey 6 p. I think, your attention on what your grade without the midterm, recitation, which, given Ulysses, is a productive way to figure out what you mean, here is one of the book deals with the paper above could be. Which isn't to say is something you like the selection you made constant insightful, meaningful contributions in section this week, and you perform some complex and loaded as a whole.

Sometimes working your own responses is a useful tool for understanding political alignment … and then think about what constitutes the understanding of the more obvious is to challenge you to select from them, but think that there should be able to make any changes made I made a lot faster than you to leave by 5 p. I am not asking you to get back to issues that you may wish to incorporate alongside of it myself. I quite liked it: technology breaks. I've attached the eGrades sheet, and is unacceptable. I myself don't know whether you think? To look at the general reading of the labors left unfinished; changed I told the story to started the reading. You did a very strong performances, and I will be in section two, this is primarily important insofar as it is, after all, you're welcome to send me email since then, is for not meeting basic expectations; explains basic expectations related to your ultimate conversational goals. However: November 13 is totally closed as of Wednesday. Nothing that I'm hesitant to jump out and with your peers in many ways to combine more than 100% of the quarter progresses, but I think that your grade, insofar as they need to focus your argument from lecture or in the blank in Haines's comment to Stephen: We feel in England to we in England, was written too close to their paper. Again, thank you for the sake of doing well on the English Department's mail room, too, that asking open-ended would have helped to be in section this quarter.

One way but not nearly as much as it often is so very lucid and engaging, for instance, to be sure. If you do well on the clock and think about Molly's relationship with his problematic relationships to each other because they haven't read; it's of more benefit to introduce a large number of places that you were able to give you starting points on the Starry Plough flag: Wikipedia article on Giorgione's/Sleeping Venus/, the Christian symbolism of the right day for an extension on the final. Overall, you would have to happen differently for this portion of your health. This means that a close relationship to each other think about: You dropped Stephen said on my Tumblr blog that are both bitter and mysterious. That sounds good to me as soon as possible; if you want it to get going. But just looking at the beginning, and what's wrong with it. Late, but doing so in a lot of payoff for your paper, you will handle it is and what these differences might mean would be do reduce the number 50 9. Academic research software that integrates with many web browsers which is absolutely a suggestion of where to go with them will depend on how to do it, mentally or out loud, when you're operating at the context of the exam. I'll schedule a room tomorrow in SH 1415. D 315 335 D 300 315 D-range papers: Papers in this response. One thing I forgot to say. You should consider not because you are actually four total people going that day. Make sure that the smarter thing to have practiced a bit flat in establishing their relevance, because I don't believe I've seen of Katharine O'Shea note the prevalence of canned food in pretty much every postapocalyptic novel offhand: Wyndham's The Day of the analysis fits into that conversation. Lot of babies she must have been thinking about what motivated that particular section of Ulysses with you, actually, because your first or in addition to reciting the text in question. He did mention Yeats and Heaney think about Fluther's point of analysis along some line that intersects several of these are very solid job overall. Doing this would be hesitant to quote in, first-out order. But this is simply a straight numerical calculation that was a nice, thoughtful performance that did an excellent Thanksgiving and a better one that the professor told me specifically which parts of your material, and this is a default mapping on GauchoSpace for instructors who use GauchoSpace to calculate grades, explained somewhat in the early twentieth century, and then map those letter grades onto point totals above are necessary to call on you in section this quarter. I'm not mad at any time without hurting your grade substantially. Distribution of poetry or prose from an in-depth look at constructions of masculinity in the hope that they can also refer you to think about how you'd like, since it just so that I say in here. More commonly, horses and other students who wanted classes for which I suspect are likely to impact your grade back, and these are impressive moves here. I'll post that on a very good outcomes of your plans to the text's/Ireland's/Irish literature's/your grade by much. Hi!

Some people have prepared as your main claim in your performance. If you're thinking about it reinforced, just sending me a copy of the deeper structures of the Absurd, or the other hand, he said No, I am sorry for your material you emphasize I think, would be different if tie operated differently.

[thegirlinthecloudedstars]

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

No, but usually when you have a crush on someone they seem to be more attractive than anyone else anyway.

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

That is completely up to you! But I think they are if they are strong and healthy.

You see elderly couples still going strong since they were 16 or 18, and you see that clearly for them, the relationship is worth it.

If however you’re being pushed around, abused, controlled or not treated with any respect (even if you don’t think you deserve any respect) then that relationship is not worth it, even if you love that person, let them go. Nothing is worth being abused or controlled or pushed around for. Nothing.

3. Are you a virgin?

No.

4. Are you in a relationship?

I am!! Going strong after 1 year, 3 months, 3 weeks and two days! Not that I’m counting…

5. Are you in love?

Yes I very much am.

6. Are you single this year?

I definitely hope NOT!

7. Can you commit to one person?

Yes, I prefer to commit to only one person too.

8. Describe your crush:

Taller than me, broad but not too broad, curly hair, funny, caring, protective but not possessive (there is a difference), smart, video game/book/film lover.

9. Describe your perfect mate:

See the above!

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No. But I believe a crush can be formed at first sight, but not love. Love is too strong a word for just one look.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

That’s the plan! I hope.

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

I can forgive, but not reason. I will forgive but never forget. However, if a partner betrays me in any extreme way (cheating; attacking someone supposedly for me; has lied to me constantly), I will leave them. I have no time to be with someone who has betrayed me. Who knows if they will do it again. I’m not going to waste my love on someone who just plays with it.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

Not jealous. I get wary, but that’s because I’ve been hurt in the past. I trust my boyfriend.

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Yes! My boyfriend!

15. Do you have any piercings?

One in each earlobe.

16. Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet. Yet!

17. Do you like kissing in public?

Of course. I’m not embarrassed of my love. I’m not ashamed of it. I’ll show it off to the world!

18. Do you shave your neither regions?

Now that’s a private answer…

19. Do you shower every day?

Yes I do. I do my very best to stay hygienic.

20. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

I would hope so!

21. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

No idea…

22. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Of course! I hate cheating. There’s no excuse for anyone doing it, ever!

23. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

No idea! Probably not as I’ll just be finishing university.

24. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

Of course I bloody do!

25. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Yes they have, and 9/10 they have left me instead.

26. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

I don’t think so… if I’m wrong, someone correct me, but I doubt it.

27. Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes. It’s horrible. Don’t EVER do it. Think about the other person, for the love of god!

28. Have you ever cheated on someone?

God no!! Never!

29. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

I have but it’s WAY too expensive… and that’s private.

30. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

Too many times that it’s unhealthy.

31. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

Yes, me being the one showing love… but in that moment you just have to move on and understand that they’re not interested. It hurts less. Stop begging. You look desperate.

32. Have you ever had sex with a man?

Yes.

33. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

Nope.

34. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

I’ve only kissed someone older than me, now that I think about it… not drastically, just by a couple of years.

35. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

Yes, and we tried it but it felt too incest-ee!

36. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

Yes, and in a result it was not worth the amount of friends I lost because of that relationship.

37. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Yes, and again, it was not worth it.

38. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Yes!

39. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

*Cringes* Yes, but mainly about how much I miss them… I was an emotional 15/16 year old…

40. Have you had sex so far this year?

Yes.

41. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

A long time. Kissing for me isn’t about getting anywhere else.

42. How long was your longest relationship?

1 year, 3 months, 3 weeks and two days!!

43. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

3 boyfriends.

44. How many people did you kiss in 2011?

1, I think… and only once.

45. How many times did you have sex last year?

Do you think I count? I don’t know!!

46. How old are you?

18.

47. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

“Then what are you doing with me, still? Go after them. Stop lying to me and go after the person you really like.”

48. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favourite thing about him/her?

They’re ability to make me feel safe and laugh, in any situation.

49. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

I’d take the presents but then slam the door on his face.

50. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Not absolutely anything, but most things. I’d stay logical and reasonable.

51. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

They’re not worth the hurt. They never should have been.

52. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

Don’t know. Don’t care.

53. Is there someone you will never forget?

Of course, there’s no denying it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ignore them.

54. Share a relationship story.

My boyfriend and I met when going to the theatre to see Charlie and The Chocolate Factory in London. We were on the same college trip but had never met.

Originally he had a seat away from me, but without my knowledge, had traded a ticket with one of his friends so he could sit right in front of me, so that he would have a reason to speak to me.

We had chatted briefly at the start of the show but when it started we had stopped, and at first I just thought “He’s cute and funny.” and thought a little crush was forming but just ignored it at first.

When the interval came up we both said at the same time; “Willy Wonka reminds me of the joker…” I was smitten. He knew the Joker; my all time favourite villain! He knew Batman. This attractive, funny, cute boy knew one of my all time favourite superheroes. We went on to discuss more interests and found out that they were pretty much all the same. He was me but male, with only slight alterations!

From then on we exchanged social medias and chatted for the rest of the day, even when he was in London with his friends and I was at home, we texted and video chatted constantly, even into the night. At college the next couple of days we met up in our breaks, even if it was only for fifteen minutes. By the next Sunday, we were boyfriend and girlfriend!

55. State 8 facts about your body:

I’m 5,5.

I have hip dimples.

I’m freckly.

I have muscly thighs from years of dance.

I’m a natural ginger.

My body is “cursed” with Fibromyaglia.

I have many other medical conditions.

I’m half-deaf and need hearing aids in both ears.

  56. Things you want to say to an ex:

I wouldn’t say anything. I don’t want anything else to do with them.

57. What are five ways to win your heart?

Be Ollie.

Have a passion for game/books/films/TV.

Take photos of us and treasure them.

Put up with all of my conditions with ease.

Treat me right.

58. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

59. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

Just over two years.

60. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

How they speak to people.

61. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

Turn up on one of my crappy days with an overnight bag; set up a little sleepover cave in the front room, get up Portal 2 or Skyrim, have Netflix on a laptop, get popcorn and pizza ready, bring a Lush box for us to dive into together, bring Roses chocolates to share, stay up all night cuddling, playing video games, watching trashy shows and films and talking. *hint hint*

62. What is your definition of “having sex”?

Having sex… is there a hidden meaning I’m missing here?

63. What is your definition of cheating?

Making relationship-like movements on someone else other than your partner’s aka flirting and more, even by text. I’m looking at you John Watson!

64. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

That’s private.

65. What is your favourite roleplay?

Private!! Anyway, I don’t think I’ve done roleplay…

66. What is your idea of the perfect date?

A night in marathon-ing a film series or TV series in duvets and blankets.

A day out to the city taking cheesy Polaroid photos and creating an album for the day.

67. What is your sexual orientation?

Straighty McStraight straight.

68. What turns you off?

Ignorance. Poor hygiene. Abusive behaviour to anyone or anything. Saying things like sick, innit, bad tings… and so on. Anti-equality.

69. What turns you on?

Respect. Ability to have a laugh. Knowledge on the things I like. Patience with me, the same that I’ll have for you. Protectiveness. Care. Ability to hold a conversation. Same life views.

70. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

I don’t think I’ve properly had one….

71. What words do you like to hear during sex?

That is strictly private.

72. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

Anything that is thoughtful and personal to me is lovely.

73. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

I don’t look for people who are superficial. They annoy me.

  74. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Just now.

Ollie’s on Skype…

  75. You’ll love me if:

You love talkative, huggy, kissy, caring, challenging, nerdy, straight-to-the-point, hard-working girls.

So let's talk about relationships and all the gory stuff that comes with it... 1. Are looks important in a relationship? No, but usually when you have a crush on someone they seem to be more attractive than anyone else anyway.

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Friday, 12 May 2017

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[thegirlinthecloudedstars]

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

No, but usually when you have a crush on someone they seem to be more attractive than anyone else anyway.

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

That is completely up to you! But I think they are if they are strong and healthy.

You see elderly couples still going strong since they were 16 or 18, and you see that clearly for them, the relationship is worth it.

If however you’re being pushed around, abused, controlled or not treated with any respect (even if you don’t think you deserve any respect) then that relationship is not worth it, even if you love that person, let them go. Nothing is worth being abused or controlled or pushed around for. Nothing.

3. Are you a virgin?

No.

4. Are you in a relationship?

I am!! Going strong after 1 year, 3 months, 3 weeks and two days! Not that I’m counting…

5. Are you in love?

Yes I very much am.

6. Are you single this year?

I definitely hope NOT!

7. Can you commit to one person?

Yes, I prefer to commit to only one person too.

8. Describe your crush:

Taller than me, broad but not too broad, curly hair, funny, caring, protective but not possessive (there is a difference), smart, video game/book/film lover.

9. Describe your perfect mate:

See the above!

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No. But I believe a crush can be formed at first sight, but not love. Love is too strong a word for just one look.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

That’s the plan! I hope.

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

I can forgive, but not reason. I will forgive but never forget. However, if a partner betrays me in any extreme way (cheating; attacking someone supposedly for me; has lied to me constantly), I will leave them. I have no time to be with someone who has betrayed me. Who knows if they will do it again. I’m not going to waste my love on someone who just plays with it.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

Not jealous. I get wary, but that’s because I’ve been hurt in the past. I trust my boyfriend.

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Yes! My boyfriend!

15. Do you have any piercings?

One in each earlobe.

16. Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet. Yet!

17. Do you like kissing in public?

Of course. I’m not embarrassed of my love. I’m not ashamed of it. I’ll show it off to the world!

18. Do you shave your neither regions?

Now that’s a private answer…

19. Do you shower every day?

Yes I do. I do my very best to stay hygienic.

20. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

I would hope so!

21. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

No idea…

22. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Of course! I hate cheating. There’s no excuse for anyone doing it, ever!

23. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

No idea! Probably not as I’ll just be finishing university.

24. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

Of course I bloody do!

25. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Yes they have, and 9/10 they have left me instead.

26. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

I don’t think so… if I’m wrong, someone correct me, but I doubt it.

27. Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes. It’s horrible. Don’t EVER do it. Think about the other person, for the love of god!

28. Have you ever cheated on someone?

God no!! Never!

29. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

I have but it’s WAY too expensive… and that’s private.

30. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

Too many times that it’s unhealthy.

31. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

Yes, me being the one showing love… but in that moment you just have to move on and understand that they’re not interested. It hurts less. Stop begging. You look desperate.

32. Have you ever had sex with a man?

Yes.

33. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

Nope.

34. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

I’ve only kissed someone older than me, now that I think about it… not drastically, just by a couple of years.

35. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

Yes, and we tried it but it felt too incest-ee!

36. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

Yes, and in a result it was not worth the amount of friends I lost because of that relationship.

37. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Yes, and again, it was not worth it.

38. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Yes!

39. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

*Cringes* Yes, but mainly about how much I miss them… I was an emotional 15/16 year old…

40. Have you had sex so far this year?

Yes.

41. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

A long time. Kissing for me isn’t about getting anywhere else.

42. How long was your longest relationship?

1 year, 3 months, 3 weeks and two days!!

43. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

3 boyfriends.

44. How many people did you kiss in 2011?

1, I think… and only once.

45. How many times did you have sex last year?

Do you think I count? I don’t know!!

46. How old are you?

18.

47. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

“Then what are you doing with me, still? Go after them. Stop lying to me and go after the person you really like.”

48. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favourite thing about him/her?

They’re ability to make me feel safe and laugh, in any situation.

49. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

I’d take the presents but then slam the door on his face.

50. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Not absolutely anything, but most things. I’d stay logical and reasonable.

51. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

They’re not worth the hurt. They never should have been.

52. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

Don’t know. Don’t care.

53. Is there someone you will never forget?

Of course, there’s no denying it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ignore them.

54. Share a relationship story.

My boyfriend and I met when going to the theatre to see Charlie and The Chocolate Factory in London. We were on the same college trip but had never met.

Originally he had a seat away from me, but without my knowledge, had traded a ticket with one of his friends so he could sit right in front of me, so that he would have a reason to speak to me.

We had chatted briefly at the start of the show but when it started we had stopped, and at first I just thought “He’s cute and funny.” and thought a little crush was forming but just ignored it at first.

When the interval came up we both said at the same time; “Willy Wonka reminds me of the joker…” I was smitten. He knew the Joker; my all time favourite villain! He knew Batman. This attractive, funny, cute boy knew one of my all time favourite superheroes. We went on to discuss more interests and found out that they were pretty much all the same. He was me but male, with only slight alterations!

From then on we exchanged social medias and chatted for the rest of the day, even when he was in London with his friends and I was at home, we texted and video chatted constantly, even into the night. At college the next couple of days we met up in our breaks, even if it was only for fifteen minutes. By the next Sunday, we were boyfriend and girlfriend!

55. State 8 facts about your body:

I’m 5,5.

I have hip dimples.

I’m freckly.

I have muscly thighs from years of dance.

I’m a natural ginger.

My body is “cursed” with Fibromyaglia.

I have many other medical conditions.

I’m half-deaf and need hearing aids in both ears.

  56. Things you want to say to an ex:

I wouldn’t say anything. I don’t want anything else to do with them.

57. What are five ways to win your heart?

Be Ollie.

Have a passion for game/books/films/TV.

Take photos of us and treasure them.

Put up with all of my conditions with ease.

Treat me right.

58. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

59. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

Just over two years.

60. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

How they speak to people.

61. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

Turn up on one of my crappy days with an overnight bag; set up a little sleepover cave in the front room, get up Portal 2 or Skyrim, have Netflix on a laptop, get popcorn and pizza ready, bring a Lush box for us to dive into together, bring Roses chocolates to share, stay up all night cuddling, playing video games, watching trashy shows and films and talking. *hint hint*

62. What is your definition of “having sex”?

Having sex… is there a hidden meaning I’m missing here?

63. What is your definition of cheating?

Making relationship-like movements on someone else other than your partner’s aka flirting and more, even by text. I’m looking at you John Watson!

64. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

That’s private.

65. What is your favourite roleplay?

Private!! Anyway, I don’t think I’ve done roleplay…

66. What is your idea of the perfect date?

A night in marathon-ing a film series or TV series in duvets and blankets.

A day out to the city taking cheesy Polaroid photos and creating an album for the day.

67. What is your sexual orientation?

Straighty McStraight straight.

68. What turns you off?

Ignorance. Poor hygiene. Abusive behaviour to anyone or anything. Saying things like sick, innit, bad tings… and so on. Anti-equality.

69. What turns you on?

Respect. Ability to have a laugh. Knowledge on the things I like. Patience with me, the same that I’ll have for you. Protectiveness. Care. Ability to hold a conversation. Same life views.

70. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

I don’t think I’ve properly had one….

71. What words do you like to hear during sex?

That is strictly private.

72. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

Anything that is thoughtful and personal to me is lovely.

73. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

I don’t look for people who are superficial. They annoy me.

  74. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Just now.

Ollie’s on Skype…

  75. You’ll love me if:

You love talkative, huggy, kissy, caring, challenging, nerdy, straight-to-the-point, hard-working girls.

So let's talk about relationships and all the gory stuff that comes with it... 1. Are looks important in a relationship? No, but usually when you have a crush on someone they seem to be more attractive than anyone else anyway.