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"Grant Unto Him Eternal Rest" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 6 | Dead Parrot

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right then like a cup of tea earlier than i am going morning father i do know you is not going to intellect us leaving you on my own on account that the entire can we obtained that new video for you Reservoir dogs it is anything out is five insist the ones you most of the time like what’s your plan supply it a go what are you doing this looks very dangerous Ted what he’s very under the influence of alcohol nonetheless to not be not at all first-rate prettily hiders I have no idea i have until this unhealthy in view that prime wedding in Kona Ted do you consider then he disappeared off with sister Imelda god yes the blue nun oh no Ted seem at this Oh God maintain it father this is very unhealthy do not don’t forget what the window Dean did you what distinct father Jack are you there Ted imagine the harm flooring polish would do you my pricey God Ted what is this I imply giant affliction Ted put it down then Oh God Google mall we gotta get get him under the arm come on low father monster contest this morning a factor like this come on gigantic steps the next day to come there you’re sister Monica I simply father Jack set motor takes little time to get going in the morning not taking part in oh he is grand we’re just taking him on the little trip to the toilet once we go on slightly travel to the bathroom father i’m going there ample definite and we’ve got a appear at him he doesn’t like to be fucked over hi there particularly consider you should let me seem at him Holy mother of God he’s dead what’s the problem there sister dancer he’s stone-bloodless come on now father you are not dead are you come on father the comic story came father he’s gone I feel you will have to go and get help and father did not hear can get the sacrament rice after I call dr.Sinister frankly I believe you are making a gigantic fuss about nothing the final rites father all proper yeah direction I mustn’t we wait for Ted however there is no want really is there any a night noise no I consider 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invoice requirement which in surprise father Hackett failed to talk over with you and self oh when is the funeral once more again but we have not had the primary one but no sorry probably I failed to make myself clear it can be the next day to come morning correct good you realize about father Hackett’s terrible worry of being buried alive there’s no hazard of that now either I imply you know it’s useless terribly terrified of that that is why you would not do a confession he failed to like enclosed areas of direction he also just did not want to do it whats up the strangers telling you their sins sure who’d be troubled with that father hackus worry was once so exceptional that he stipulated the do to have to spend the night time before the burial with him okay all right sir so that is the least we are able to do anyway we are able to talk about it with the solicitor i am the solicitor no you are no longer i’m sorry but i am a senior partner in Corliss Corliss and Sweeney now come on now simply due to the fact that had been from the islands you consider which you could have a little of fun with us I guarantee you all correct all proper the big tickles from the island oh but we’re now not as in poor health as we look right here no manner Jose why do you consider i’ve been talking to you for the final hour and a 1/2 seem you are a beautiful girl however I quite think we should talk to the solicitor if you’re a solicitor i am Boy George the cameras are automatically or methods to head head not too bad it is actual to assert about these career weather very aggressive yeah she was once very aggressive wasn’t she dead or on the language of her you wouldn’t hear it from a daughter i might say may be very bad language condition effing das used to be worse than that pet you feel good Google anyway who’d applause father Jack is 1/2 1,000,000 pounds he not ever mentioned a phrase about it sayers used to be lying the bank account all these years he get it all within the first position well so far as I fully grasp she was once just an astute saver you attempt to restrict giving money to charity chalices during the summer that undoubtedly saved a couple of Bob and the place all forms of little less financial savings right here and there far and wide the location all of it provides up you understand I consider we handiest really knew him in his twilight years I consider we noticed the nice in a really lovely man authentic knight of the church smooth lovely sense of humor sufferer good-natured sorry Ted who is this man who do you believe i’d be speaking about at this unique moment Dougal so i am now not certain I failed to trap the start Jack of path all proper Jess yeah a great priest first priest to denounce the Beatles that’s proper you might see what they had been up to and he loves children of course oh he did sure they have been petrified of him though well he had that stick you know and he’d be far from that stick and definite possibly the cardboard he’d hit he was once sitting in some columns and he used to be a satisfactory believer in discipline a just right instructor friend of mine haddem father Jimmy Randazzo studied underneath him for a couple of years he instructed me as soon as he said no one nobody had this kind of significant effect on him as father Jack father Jimmy Randall oh yeah anything occurred to him do you bear in mind the drums Shambo bloodbath yeah that was him a different factor about Jack he cherished to be the competitors in a best sense of fair play and a first-rate traditionalist he did not accept as true with a variety of the modern-day thinking within the church humorous one moment you’re here the subsequent moment and in the completely satisfied no time of his sleeping demise took him via the hand you realize someone as soon as stated that lifestyles is but a thin sliver of Lights between two immensities of darkness makes you suppose those robotic about dying Google about dying that’s very ethical however isn’t its head what started off enthusiastic about dying nonetheless it is excellent we’ve got this time of them perhaps mostly we weren’t perpetually as thoughtful as we could were however at the least now we’re in a position to have this time with them treat him with the admire he deserves you’re correct there Ted do you fancy now get mature ad yes I think so nice so you go for it proper i’m going to begin i’ll provide you with an effortless one with a fishing egg long gone fishing nothing to do is boxing every 100 boxing you’re not supposed to tell me Ted k Philip one sir one phrases come on and you’re making a little bit too convenient for me a further wants to grasp correct a further set of can’t be too lots of them Salem’s Lot their tongue yep–no enamel and is just a little Tong Tong Tong and tongue fish went improper and a fish assault of the dye killing fish and tooling come fish and the deep brahmin joel to ancient coast then and papa – Superman – Oh Batman return how does 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it’s most effective a matter of time I imply he’s not a younger man and you realize and that i believe when he’s gonna won’t be so bad the money will probably be some variety of alleviation to us something now you better come right down to the stores with me I need to purchase some extra flooring polish maybe we will have to get a number of extraordinary manufacturers you realize just to check out them out like sure there used to be in this room all around the apartment for the Vulgate misplaced or we might i will be able to preserve an eye fixed on them Frank you you

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tristan-david-liffen · 7 years ago

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The first chapter of a book that i am writing, I know not a lot of people will probably see this but i might as well post it. I’m working on the title, but at the moment i have an idea of it being ‘Stars within the lost and the found’ or ‘Missing Stars’

`-Chapter one-

Sadness Begins

-Tyler-

So, I’m looking out my window at the world and all I can see is sadness, and I can’t help but wonder why, why can’t I see happiness? The happiness that everyone else sees or the reasons to go outside that someone else can see, as I can’t see any and I don’t know if that makes me a freak or not but it definitely means I’m not normal.

I should probably introduce myself, my name is Tyler, Tyler Livermore if you really want to know my last name. I’m British, but I’ve been brought up in America, which isn’t that bad when you think about it. Meaning, yeah there’s a lot more crime out here than there is back in Britain but, There’s way more space out here. It’s interesting to just go wandering as you might find something you haven’t seen before. One thing that isn’t good though, is that I haven’t seen my best friend since I was 9. Oh, by the way I’m 14. Born on the 24th February, 2002. So, with that information you’ll know it’s the year 2016 in the present time.

Anyway, my best friend’s name is Sam. Now, Sam was a lively person to be around and with her I always used to feel like I fitted in. I could be happy and creative and actually imagine things. The last day we had together we hid under her bed as we didn’t want to be apart from each other. Ha-ha, yeah that was the last time anyone actually felt the need to be around me, as much as Sam did anyway.

It’s been 5 years, yet I can’t forget about her, I think of her occasionally; wondering what she was doing and who she was with. Even thinking about if she even remembers who I am or what I look like. Sam’s probably changed a lot, I haven’t really though, I still have the same haircut as I had back when we spent time together, my face still practically looks the same apart from a few spots, which is to be expected I suppose. My body is slightly thinner and obviously taller but it’s not so different that you wouldn’t be able to see that it’s me. I do miss her and my family still have her families phone number, but I can’t ring it. The reason is, That I don’t want to interfere with her newly found Tyler-free Life.

My family don’t bother with me anymore, they barely notice me leaving or entering the house, and when they do all I get is a “How was your day, Tyler?” and a “Have a good night”, then that’s pretty much it for the day.

I only have about two, maybe three friends if I’m lucky that I hang around with at school. First off there’s Hannah, She’s pretty small. She’s the energetic always ready to go somewhere new type of person. Can be annoying at times I suppose, But she’s a good friend and has always been there for me since I’ve been the British outcast in an American society. Secondly there’s Lunar, Weird name I know. He kind of came out of nowhere at the start of term; we started talking and we have a few things in common, Such as we both like the same television shows. Thirdly, on occasions there is Mai, She’s Quite pretty. That’s probably one of the reasons she hardly hangs around with me. She’s popular with girls, just not with guys and I don’t understand that as she’s fucking stunning.

Anyway, back to the present day. Back to my small, crowded window. Looking out at the rain covering the vast country side for miles. My phone vibrates, It’s Katherine.

Now, I haven’t introduced Katherine yet, I’ve know her for about eight months now. We haven’t met, But she’s great. She’s gorgeous and funny and just pretty much unexplainable. We dated for a while near when we first met but it didn’t last as long as we hoped, I would rather not explain why but I don’t hold anything against her, thankfully our friendship strengthened afterwards.

Katherine: How’re ya today?

Tyler: I’m pretty good, thanks. You?

Katherine: I’m as good as I could be yanno?

Unfortunately, I do know. I know what it feels like to just feel like you’re full but not as full as what everyone else is, yet this is still your limit, Not good. Not Bad. Just okay. You know? Just surviving. As if you’re on top of a ledge and you’ve fallen but you’re still holding on, and there’s someone reaching for you and they have enough strength to pull you up but you kind of have the feeling like you just want to let go and splat onto the concrete floor beneath you.

I’m looking out my window into the sad world beneath my feet and I can’t help but think about Sam. Is she thinking what I’m thinking? Is she going through what I am? Is she ‘Okay’ or is she ‘bad’, or maybe even ‘Happy’? I want to know all these things but I can’t call, I just can’t. All I can do is just hope that she is doing good and isn’t even going through 1% of what I am right now.

My phone Buzzes again, This time it’s Lunar.

Lunar: Meet me under the bridge?

Tyler: Yeah sure? Be there in 10 minutes. Anything wrong or just want company?

Lunar: A bit of both.

As I’m approaching the bridge I can see A trail of smoke in the air, Which I can only think is coming from the cigarette that Lunar is probably smoking, Probably his 10th in the past half an hour. I walk under the bridge and to no surprise I see Lunar laying there, with his head peeked just enough over the side so that he can look up at the sky without getting hit with much rain. “Hey, Lunar.” I say, In my quiet yet deep voice.

“Yo, Tyler? You actually came!” He says.

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see the wonderfully amazing chimney like Lunar now, would I?” I Exclaim, trying to sound as excited as I can.

“Ha, Good joke. Anyway I’m glad you came. I was hoping we could talk about the future or the past or just how we’re feeling I guess. Meaning, personally I’m feeling pretty shitty but Not as shitty as before, Adele’s helping a lot, you know?” He says, In a surprisingly cheerful voice.

“The Worldwide famous singer, or your star crossed lover?” I say.

“The second one, idiot. Besides, we aren’t even together.” Says Lunar.

“Well, yeah. But everyone knows you adore her.” I reply, trying to be as polite as possible.

At this moment, Adele appears. She’s not around me much, A lot of reasons why; I suppose. For one I’m known as a freak, Or at the very most and Outcast of society. I don’t usually label myself though, as I change all the time. One thing that doesn’t change, though, is the way I see things. If somethings wrong with the world, I notice it. It’s just a coincidence that there isn’t anything right with the world. There’s bullies, and social groups that people will never ‘Fit’ into to. It’s known as life to every generation that comes into being, but why do we have to live with it? Some people can live with it, Others can’t. Those that can’t don’t survive a very long time, they eventually split right into two. Just so happens, I’m broken. And broken things don’t belong with Perfectly clear, beautifully put together things.

Adele just happens to be one of those people, and I, as an entire being do not belong anywhere near her, so much, that I get completely ditched for her. Lunar and Adele move further down the Underpass of the bridge, Making as much space between me and her as they can. I can’t blame them, most things I go near break too, and the ones that don’t are masterpieces.

Once they stop talking Lunar comes back over to me, acting as if he didn’t leave me alone for more than a second, we carry on talking.

“Hey, Tyler” Says Lunar as he approaches.

“Yeah, What? Something on your mind other than the body of your long-time crush?”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Dickhead. Anyway, I was wondering, is there any girl you’re actually into? As I always see you alone looking over at people, and I can’t always tell if you just want to kill them, or if you want to be like them.”

As soon as he mentions love, I kind of blur myself out of reality. Meaning, of course I’ve had crushes on people, but I’ve never actually dated someone. Apart from Katherine, that is. The thing is, People don’t really count long-distance relationships as something that’s serious. As you either never see each other or only see each other a couple of times a day, it sucks. I see where people come from but I don’t see how it isn’t serious, it’s still a love-like relationship even if you don’t see each other, Most things are over social media these days anyway. Anyway, back to the question at hand. No, I don’t like anyone. Well... I don’t think that I do anyway. I don’t exactly get love, meaning yeah you get to be kissed, hugged and possibly fucked, but it won’t change everything? You may be happy with that person for a little while, but most relationships at the age of 14, The other person (or you) gets bored. I’m not an expert on love or anything but, Love mostly just breaks people from what I’ve seen, well what we call love anyway. I just don’t get it. Do I necessarily need someone to love? Or does it just not matter. Do I need someone to love me? Or can I get by with only myself.

All I manage to say is “No.”

“No?? That’s all you’re giving me? Wow, man you really must have a shit time as being by yourself sucks. I suppose you could just be waiting though.” Says Lunar

“Waiting for what? To be inevitably torn apart? By a person whom I trust and respect? By someone I love? I don’t want that. And I’ll never want that. So have fun in your shitty relationship, fucking the shit out of each other and smoking; Because one day, you’ll be fucking torn apart by that girl you adore so much. She’ll rip that pathetic little heart right out of your body, and boom. You’ll realize that the day you got together was complete and utter suicide. You’re 14. You don’t need to be in love to be happy. As far as I can tell, you have your cigarettes for that, they seem to help you to survive. Keep smoking, yeah it kills you? So what? For the time you’re alive it helps you, and in the end that’s all that really matters. If you manage to survive, or if you’re completely torn apart, as those that are torn apart are just thrown away. And those that are thrown away can’t come back, they just can’t.” I say, Angry.

After I say this, Lunar’s face goes into a completely shocked state. I worry that I’ve done something wrong, but I tell myself that if I didn’t say it now, then whenever I did it would come out worse that what it did now.

“What?” I ask

“God you can be such a cunt sometimes Tyler, I still love you, though.” Replies Lunar, in a Mid toned voice.

After this, he just walks away, and puts his thumb up when he’s just far enough so that I can barely see him. I hope he isn’t pissed off with me, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just get angry, Kids in love just annoy me. Majority of them are talking to other people other than those they are ‘Meant to be with forever.’ Maybe my brain functions differently to everyone else?

It’s 11:00pm, I open my window and climb out of it, stumbling onto the pathway beneath it. It’s cold, I like it. It makes me feel alive. I start running, as far as I can. I want to be as far away as possible, away from everything. I run and I run and I run, until I just stop. I stop, and look up at the sky, the stars are shining brightly tonight. It’s beautiful. Just like you.

-Morning, 7:15am.-

It’s school today, I haven’t slept; nothing new. I hardly sleep, especially on school night. I’m out most of the night. My phone buzzes, and when I look at it, It’s Hannah.

Hannah: You up yet?

Tyler: Well, Yeah. When am I not up at this time?

Hannah: Shut up! You know it’s polite to just ask it, idiot. Did you sleep well?

Tyler: I didn’t sleep, again. When do I ever? How about you? I’m assuming you slept bad because you’re always nervous about the first day back.

Hannah: Yeah, I got about 5 hours sleep. You coming to meet me to walk together or?

Tyler: You do realise that by walking with me you’re immediately labelled as an outcast buddy for the whole year, right?

Hannah: Oh well, I’d rather be your friend than Luke’s.

This is what I like about Hannah, She’s always so laid back. She can just say what she wants, well to me anyway as she knows I wouldn’t ever judge her for it. As for Luke, Who’s mentioned, He’s the High School Jock, you know? The one who’s at the top of everything. Girls find him attractive, the boys find him attractive too. He’s the one that everyone goes after at some point, if they’re in a position to. Hannah was the first girl to last over a month with him. Saying that, he cheated on her for most of it. And of course he asked her for nudes and whatsoever, and of course, being the prick that he is. Luke shows his mates these pictures and that starts another problem in society. The over sexualisation. Luke only spread the pictures as Hannah had the guts to split up with him, and honestly I’m proud of her. Obviously not because of the pictures though. This was one of the key events that started Hannah’s depression stages, where she occasionally feels like she doesn’t want to be alive, and at times; has attempted suicide. Luckily she’s still alive, Bad things have also came from this though. As The one and only Luke stopped her one time, and of course this is more dirt that he has on her. It hadn’t made her unpopular though, the boys and girls of our school still liked her, she just didn’t like them back, eventually she found me, and we started talking. Since that day we have gotten closer and closer.

There’s was one point where me, being the stupid person that I am, attempted to block her out of my life. I told her I was sorry for it, and that I was a prick. She pretty much just agreed and we moved straight on.

There was a day before that though, where I suppose I had a thing for her; she knew I did. After that day ended. We spent the day together, Wandering a Village. It was fun, we stopped at points to rest, and take photos. The scenery was beautiful. On that day, I would have probably said something poetic like “Almost as pretty as her”. Meaning, yeah she’s pretty but I don’t have the fixation on her as I did back then, I pretty much adored her. I was in “love” in a Teenage-I-don’t-give-a-fuck way. We held hands most of that day, I wouldn’t say she was leading me on or anything, but that was probably one of the reason I fell for her so easily. The feeling of an actual person that I “love” and trust against me, I’d never really felt it before. After that day ended; for a couple of weeks it was all I could think about. She was all I could think about. She was in love with another prick, though. I can’t really blame her, meaning I was jealous but just in a protective way. I was glad she was happy. Her happiness spread onto me, But of course… That meant her sadness did too. She often puts herself down and says that no one wants or loves her. If she ever reads this, I want her to know that she is fucking amazing, literally. You’re stunning and deserve to be happy and I’m sorry I’m not always about to tell you who not to get close to, as I know you’ll continue to fall for pricks and I understand why, as in your mind they’re amazing. Much like what you are in mine.

I don’t know how to reply so I just meet her where I usually do, and we walk through our same, boring village and look at our surroundings. The scenery in our village can be pretty, for me I find it better to look at late at night. It’s atmospheric and beautiful, and I wish I could just stay in the moment forever. As me and Hannah are walking to school, she speaks; mostly about how attractive some of the boys at our school are. I tend not to pay attention and when she realises that I’m not, I just start saying something that interests me. The particular Phrase this morning is “Everything that fly’s, either lands, crashes; or ultimately disappears.” She doesn’t even understand what it means, so I continue to explain it to her.

“Well, the flying motion can represent happiness. That changes the phrase to ‘Everything that’s ever happy’. Now, when you think of happiness, what do you think of?” I say.

“Death. Sex. Drugs. Boys. Boyfriends. Time with friends. Things along that line, I suppose” Hannah replies.

“Happiness Is something that is acquired differently for everyone, some people’s happiness can be other sadness. Yet the point of the second part of the phrase is that happiness can be safe, and it can last for people. Which is the Landing, as it’s safe and secure. Crashing is a mostly hurtful event, so it’s saying that someone’s happiness could be completely destroyed by another person. Or by themselves; either way they’ve lost it and are most likely going to be sad for a while. Disappearing though, oh god that’s the worst. It just goes, the happiness you had just runs away. You don’t even realise it. All your feelings are just numb, or you literally can’t feel anything for anyone. Your emotions are just gone. You can’t get them back as you don’t know where they’ve gone or how they left. They just did. That’s all you know. They’re gone. You’re left alone, with people around you and the only thing you can do is just live. Just be alive, around everyone else. You have to act normal as you don’t know what happens, so in a way you are lying to everyone. Your smile isn’t a smile anymore. Your tears aren’t because of sadness anymore. Nothing means anything anymore.” I say, trying to sound as if I’m not intelligent, or insane. I usually get called either of those. As apparently I see things in something that isn’t even there. It’s a gift though, really. As what if my eyes are open more than anyone else’s? And I can see more than anyone else.

Hannah doesn’t even reply, she hasn’t ignored me though, either. She’s probably just thinking. Meaning, what I said is kind of deep I guess. She should understand it, she’s one of the minority of people that actually understand most of what I say. It’s not really a good thing though, if I was her I wouldn’t want to understand me.

We continue walking, we’re almost at our school. Hannah just stops. She then walks up to my shoulder, and she’s almost crying. She places her head onto the side of my shoulder, and holds me. She just holds me. I can barely hear her but she says

“Tyler, how are you so smart? It’ll be the death of you, I don’t understand how you can create phrases like that but it means a lot. You’re hurt. I don’t know how but you’re hurt and whenever you’re ready to tell someone. I’m here. I’m always here, even when you can’t feel anything, I feel those emotions for you. I can’t let you go through everything alone. So please, when you’re ready. Tell me.”

Hannah then lift her head up, and I’m looking down at her and all I can see is her cute, little smile. It’s like a ray of happiness, shattering the walls of darkness wrapped around me. I would hold her too, But I don’t really know how to. I attempt to smile; she knows it’s fake but she’s still happy because she knows I’m trying for her.

Once we’re in the school gates, we part ways. Hannah’s in different classes to me. We sometimes see each other at lunch though, if she’s eating with us or just wants to speak. I walk to where I usually go first thing in the morning once I get into school, to visit Lunar. Of course, he’s just smoking outside the school, like he always is. He always misses the first class of the day, every day, I don’t really agree with it but I know it’s his choice and it probably helps in the long run, meaning school does start at 7:35 am. Most people think it’s too early but I don’t really mind it.

I walk up and speak to him, he seems okay. I hope I seem okay, too. I’d hate for anyone to worry about me, I know what it’s like to worry and it’s pretty bad. Especially if you really, really care about the person that you are worrying about. The school bell rings, and I start walking to my Class. I stop. I stop because I see someone, They’re crying. This someone turns out to be Adele. Why would she be crying? I really don’t understand it, but something must have happened as she never cries. Never in public, anyway. I Stroll up to her and ask what’s wrong, she completely shrugs me off. Doesn’t even care that I spent time to speak to her, and see if she was okay.

“For fuck sake just talk to me!” I hear.

It isn’t until Adele stares at me that I realise that I was the one who said it. I didn’t even know I did, and that scares me as I don’t think I wanted to say it. Adele’s always been horrible to me so why should I even care about her? Maybe I should just go get Lunar. He’d know what to do, he’s good around girls. Especially the one he loves.

“Maybe if you shew me you could function in a conversation, I would. Maybe if you shew some concern for me, I would have before. Think about what you say before you fucking say it, cunt.” Adele whimpers at me, in a childlike voice.

“Well, you see Adele, If you shew me that you could be nice to someone who isn’t Lunar then maybe I would speak to you. But for the 7 years that I have known you, the only thing you have ever said is ‘Leave me and Lunar alone for a while, would you, Freak?’ Now, tell me. Does that come off as nasty or nice? “I don’t even listen to her response, I just walk off and shout loud enough for Lunar to hear “Adele’s crying!”. He appears straight away. Luckily, I’m far gone.

I’m late for Class. It feels good though, it’s almost calming. I’m the only person in the corridors. I’m all alone, but I don’t feel lonely. I feel alive. I feel like I’m actually living for once. I love being alone, and this is why. It gives me a sense of freedom, as long as I’m not insanely bored.

We don’t really exist though, do we?

We don’t really matter though, do we?

Every person in the world is as tiny and pathetic as yourself, yet some of them want to live and some of them want to die. The one’s that want to die are the worst and the most selfish.

You

Are

Selfish

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njcklenjart · 8 years ago

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something wild 3/6

Summary: The locals speak of a monster and Newt’s all too ready to investigate.

A/N: I based the villagers off of the Dinka people of South Sudan if anyone’s interested. This story is on FF and AO3 if anyone prefers those sites.

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The locals don’t allow the girl to leave her hut. They strike down Newt’s pleas when he asks, thinking she’ll destroy the entire village and bring a plague upon them if she does. It’s doubtful, but there’s no convincing them otherwise, not when he’s fallen from their graces for defending the girl so adamantly.

So he casts a disillusionment charm and, after she’s done examining where her body once was, eases the girl into the outside world.

It’s risky, but Newt’s found that there are some things worth disobedience. The villagers don’t attempt to keep an eye on her, assuming she remains in the hut day after day- contact is limited, her food merely slipped past her hut’s entrance- so, as long as they’re cautious, no one knows about their little adventure.

The girl takes to everything from the wet grass to the rough bark of a fallen tree. She digs her toes into the dirt and weeds, grips and pulls at the low branches, crushing the ripped leaves in her dirty fingers. Newt watches her explore, nodding and smiling when she shows him a jagged rock with a slurred word, offering the English equivalent.

He talks a great deal more around her than he has to anyone besides his creatures. He tells her about everything and nothing, of the simple things like the shade of the sky, describing the texture of his clothes, the smell of the trees around them; he tells her about his creatures, his family, about the world beyond the mud walls of her hut and the village’s borders.

He talks too much- at least he thinks he does. After so long of traveling with only his creatures to keep him company, he’s out of practice.

“There’s a lot of us- wizards I mean. Not as many as Muggles, but we exist. We hide right under their noses all over the world- it’s all a great big secret. I’ve been to many wizarding communities, but none of them compare to London.”

They travel further away from the village, away from the calls of working men and women and the groans of the cattle roaming at the border, the overgrown jungle folding over them and hiding the way they’d come and opening up to newer sights. Everything looks different and yet the same, the multiple hues of green having no contrast to one another in Newt’s eyes. The sun shines through the space between the leaves, dappling the ground and highlighting the dull browns of the dirt and trees into something more lively- a stark change to Britain’s bleak palette.

“That’s where I come from. England.” He wipes the sweat off his brow, glad he had abandoned his coats before starting the hike. “One of the best communities there is. You can find almost anything at Diagon Alley. It’s got everything a wizard needs- there’s Ollivander’s, Madam Malkin’s, and Gringotts- not to mention Slug and Jiggers.”

The girl doesn’t seem bothered by the insects wizzing about, but Newt’s grown tired of them. He casts a spell to ward them off, fully aware of the eyes on his wand as he tucks in back into his pocket.

“We also have a school in Scotland- Hogwarts it’s called. It’s the best wizarding school there is- not even Beauxbatons can compare. It’s one of the safest places you can be. I spent a few good years there when I was younger until I was-”

He stops.

There’s only so much he can say about the school. A secondhand description can’t compare to the actual sight of it; Newt doesn’t think he can accurately describe the wonder that is the ancient school, can’t adequately explain the way it felt to see the distant lights against the dark shape of the castle, to take those first steps into the Great Hall, or entering the Hufflepuff common room for the first time.

Meeting Leta, their days spent within each other’s company and the experiments, is what made Hogwarts a second home. It was there he’d found a friend, a confidant, someone who was an outcast like him interested in the same things as he and who would listen to his theories. He’d like to tell her about these memories, only they’d be tainted with bitterness at his expulsion.

What he says instead: “You’d like Hogwarts.”

The girl is looking at him now, her big, dark eyes ignoring the amazing view of antelopes bounding beyond the openings between the trees. He imagines she’s inquiring for more.

“I was, well… asked to leave my sixth year. It’s an old story and I’ve moved on.” He tries for a smile, but can’t seem to make it work. “I’m boring you with this, aren’t I? Should we continue on with our walk?”

She doesn’t answer and, for once, he wishes she would.

He starts forward, the little girl following close behind, hoping for a distraction, and he’s in luck. They find tracks in the dirt when they reach a less clustered part of the jungle and his excitement bleeds into her, spurring them into a hunt. It’s a game of sorts, one that keeps the girl’s attention and let’s Newt forget out his past.

“Erumpets generally stick to open plains, but they’ve been known to wander into Muggle settlements,” he explains, ducking under a low hanging branch. “That’s what I think these tracks are from- an Erumpet. Then again, Rhinos and Erumpets share similar footprints, so I might be mistaken.”

Sadly, he is. Their little expedition is fruitless when the tracks become too faint for him to distinguish, not even a hint of exploded trees to indicate the presence of the magical beast. Newt’s put out, more than a few days since he’s caught sight of anything magical out in the wild. He would’ve enjoyed a quick respite from the close mindedness of the Muggle villagers and of his unpleasant memories.

“Ah, well, sorry I couldn’t show you an Erumpet.” He checks his pocketwatch. “Best we head back before someone notices us gone.”

The girl wrings her hands together, looking at the nearest tree before glancing back at him. She doesn’t want to go back. It’s obvious. Newt refrains from reaching out or else scaring her way.

“We’ll go out again tomorrow. Promise.”

He leads them back in silence, the girl only a step behind. About a fourth of the way back to the village something brushes against his hand. Ignoring it is as an accidental brush from the trees, he continues looking at the dirt to his left. It happens again, and then again when he still doesn’t respond. He glances at his companion and finds her aptly observing the jungle.

He wonders for a moment before catching her skittering closer when the terrain allows it, her hand barely missing his in her attempt to maintain balance. She’s still not looking at him and Newt can’t help but smile to himself.

When they cross the small stream he takes her smaller hand in his own.

It becomes a habit- a rudimentary schedule that they keep to. They sneak out after the girl eats her minuscule portion of rice and return when the sun just begins to set, before her evening meal is delivered.

In the time between they explore the surrounding jungle and even the more open savanna where the trees dwindle and the horizon can be seen at every angle. It’s there, trudging through the thick underbrush, he hears it.

The girl starts, but Newt brings his finger to his lips, shushing her quietly. Once she settles down he takes her hand and slowly leads them forward until they’re crouched, hidden in the tall grass at the base of an Acacia tree. From there, Newt quickly pinpoints the creature and, very quietly, directs the girl’s attention to the branches far above them; he hears her soft exhale and knows she sees the fiery red that hides in the virescent leaves.

The Phoenix doesn’t notice them, continuing on with its serenade.

The second one responds in absolute harmony.

The last time he saw a Phoenix was when he’d climbed Kibo, but it had only been one. A pair this far down was a rare occurrence, one he would use to his advantage.

He hurriedly brings out his journal, not wanting to waste a second of observation. Even as he watches, what he presumes to be the male scoots closer and preens its mate. They begin to croon, a perfect duet, their song so melodic that even the most renowned orchestra would be put to shame.

“Fascinating!” he mutters to himself. He jots down his observations on their behavior patterns before turning to drawing the pair.

They fly off before he’s finished his sketch, just as he’s beginning to shade in the shadows of their wings, so he fills in the rest by memory. Looking it over, he decides it’s not his best work, but still doable. It’s well enough to be put in his manuscript with his other sketches if he so wishes.

He shows the girl his drawing and she makes something akin to a giggle, shaking her head.

Newt overexaggerates his offense.

“Think you can do better?” He rummages around his case for spare paper and, setting up his case as makeshift table, sets it in front of her impromptu. She takes his utensil, fascinated at the black that lingers on his fingertips, when he offers it to her.

“Go on,” he says. “Give it a try.”

She stares at the charcoal in her hand, then at the paper, coming to the conclusion quickly, and begins to draw (scribble, really). She peppers the paper with dots, testing out the waters, before dragging the charcoal across the page. After that, she moves to curves and circles, drawing loops that turn into helixes. When she’s done, she sits back and reviews her creation.

Newt turns the paper more toward him for a better look. It’s looks like a blotted mess to him, but he thinks he can see two round shapes that could be the Phoenixes, a point that made their beaks while swooping lines that are most likely the tails. “Brilliant.”

She offers it to him.

He keeps it with the rest of his notes, marking the date.

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gyrlversion · 6 years ago

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Mrs May has been driven out by scheming men says PETER OBORNE

The Tory party can boast having had two women prime ministers. But shamefully, both were cruelly driven out of office.

Neither was evicted from No 10 by the voters. Instead, they fell victim to treacherous MPs in their own party — most of whom were men.

Sadly, there is undoubtedly a lesson to be learnt here about the nature of today’s politics. Even in a country where women make up almost half of the workforce and have some of the biggest jobs, male dominance persists in Westminster.

In theory, Theresa May‘s decision last night to stand down was made in order to give the best possible chance for her Brexit withdrawal deal following a series of overwhelming Commons defeats. She felt she could do no more. However, the brutal truth is that just like Margaret Thatcher, she was driven from office.

In theory, Theresa May’s decision last night to stand down was made in order to give the best possible chance for her Brexit withdrawal deal following a series of overwhelming Commons defeats

Mrs Thatcher was more fortunate. She had been allowed 11 years in power before the assassination squad of men took aim.

Moreover, by then, Mrs Thatcher had massive achievements to her name. By the time she left Downing Street, she’d established herself as one of the great prime ministers of Britain, someone whose name will endure as long as the United Kingdom exists.

Not so Theresa May.

She lasted less than three years. And she has no achievements to rival Thatcher’s Falklands victory, trade union reform, or the rebooting of a stagnant economy.

She was given one job, one job only — to deliver Brexit. It is likely thus that history will record Mrs May as a failure.

Ultimately, she made what is known in chess as ‘the Queen sacrifice’. A player surrenders the most powerful and important piece on the board for strategic advantage. In her case, Mrs May sacrificed herself on the alter of Brexit.

Her legacy depends utterly on whether this gambit succeeds.

What if it fails? In theory, her pledge to quit after Brexit, leaves open the possibility that she could hang on if it is delayed.

She was given one job, one job only — to deliver Brexit. It is likely thus that history will record Mrs May as a failure

There’s absolutely no chance this will happen.

In so far as she’ll be remembered a few decades hence, I’m afraid it will be for her dithering and dismal inability to bring about what was desired after the biggest vote in this country’s history — namely the EU referendum of the summer of 2016.

Yet she will be remembered with some affection as a prime minister who did her best. She always battled on and, despite being written off again and again, had near miraculous powers of recovery.

It should also not be forgotten that previous to becoming PM, she flourished for six years in one of Westminster’s most demanding portfolios — the Home Office.

(In some ways, there are parallels with Gordon Brown — also a fundamentally decent person — who produced his greatest political achievements before he became PM, as a capable and highly intelligent Chancellor. Incidentally, if she somehow manages to cling on till May 22, she will overtake Brown as Britain’s 35th longest-serving Prime Minister — a small consolation.)

It was Mrs May’s assured performance as Home Secretary which earned her the respect which propelled her to No 10.

In her first speech as Prime Minister she spoke with sincerity to those families who were, as she later put it, ‘just about managing’. And she led by example in calling for Britain to take action against the ‘barbaric evil’ of modern slavery.

But that was simply not enough.

It was Mrs May’s assured performance as Home Secretary which earned her the respect which propelled her to No 10

In the crude counting house of Westminster, keeping power is the only currency that counts.

For too long, Mrs May had been a political bankrupt.

On a personal level, this will be a deeply painful time of soul-searching for a woman whose life has revolved around the Conservative Party since her days as an undergraduate at Oxford in the Seventies.

Even when she became a junior Bank of England official after leaving university, it was only meant to be a stop-gap job on her hoped-for journey to Parliament. She never wanted anything other than to be an MP.

She’s most at home in Tory association garden parties and constituency events. For decades, she canvassed every week. She still does when she has time. I’m sure she will continue to do so out of Downing Street.

Nor did she make any secret of her desire to become Prime Minister. But that dream is now shattered.

Of course, as ever, she will have the granite support of husband Philip. In many ways, the couple are a political double-act, with him having cut his teeth in student politics before she made her mark, too, at university where they met. She has daily gained great strength from his advice — in the same way that Thatcher did from Denis, who similarly had his own very successful business career.

At moments of crisis, Philip sat in the Commons visitor’s gallery and tenderly supported his wife. He will always be remembered as one of the most decent and loyal prime ministerial consorts.

It’s easy to see why she made the concession on the backstop. Negotiations with the EU were stalled, and she was desperate for a breakthrough (pictured with European Council President, Donald Tusk in Brussels).

His wife will need every ounce of his support over coming days. Cast out of office, she will brood on her failures — and on the betrayal of the party she has dedicated her life to.

That said, she knows she made grave errors. First and foremost was the mistake of calling a General Election in the spring of 2017.

Opinion polls suggested the Tories had an advantage of more than 20 points over Labour. However, an incoherent and lacklustre campaign on her part resulted in her being deprived of the Commons majority she’d inherited from David Cameron, and made her utterly reliant on the Democratic Unionist Party. Those Ulster men and women betrayed her.

Mrs May will inevitably wonder whether by triggering Article 50 in March 2017, thus committing Britain to leave the EU within two years, she did the right thing.

Nick Timothy, May’s original joint Chief of Staff, had influence so strong that it often seemed that he was in control

In retrospect, this handed a huge negotiating advantage to Brussels because, thereafter, the British government was always fighting a losing battle against the clock as well as against the intransigence of the other 27 national EU leaders.

Mrs May will also wonder whether she was right to have agreed to demands for the so-called Irish ‘backstop’ (the term for the British guarantee that there would be no hard border in Ireland between north and south).

Many Leave supporters had been aghast at the way Brussels turned this, something that was barely mentioned in the referendum campaign, into the stumbling block that could yet prevent Brexit happening.

It’s easy to see why she made the concession on the backstop. Negotiations with the EU were stalled, and she was desperate for a breakthrough.

As a result, though, Mrs May became embroiled in an internecine war with her own party — which has now pushed her from No 10.

As she licks her wounds over the coming months, Mrs May will surely also torment herself over why she didn’t order serious preparations for a No Deal.

By failing to do so, Britain’s negotiating position with Brussels was fatally weaker. In addition, she blundered by not having an alternative strategy if her deal failed.

Ruthless EU negotiators in Brussels saw this and took advantage.

This meant that when she tried to play hardball, the EU’s chief negotiator Michel Barnier knew she was bluffing.

Mrs May will also ponder on her personal failures.

In the past, Conservative leaders have relied on their own charisma and back-slapping bonhomie to generate support through the difficult times. Such qualities, though, are not in Mrs May’s character. She lacks these skills. She isn’t warm enough.

Few can deny Theresa May’s quiet dignity, patriotism and courage. In a debased age in which too many political leaders are egotists, she was patently trying to act as best she could in the national interest

Other Achilles heels were her secretiveness and the fact that she was too suspicious of others. Members of her Cabinet complained, again and again, that they were kept in the dark about her intentions.

Like David Cameron, she was far too dependent on a clique of advisers.

For the first half of her premiership, she often seemed beholden to her chief of staff, Nick Timothy. An ardent Brexiteer, unlike his boss who had campaigned to Remain, his influence was so strong that it often seemed that he was in control, telling Mrs May what to do.

But Mr Timothy was forced out in the wake of the 2017 General Election fiasco.

To be fair, his sacking was deserved. He’d abused his power and sidelined Cabinet ministers.

But his departure meant Mrs May had suddenly lost her brother-in-arms and she became in thrall to a new set of advisers.

The key member was Olly Robbins, her chief Brexit negotiator.

He called the shots. But unlike Mr Timothy, who wanted a clean break with the EU, the Europhile civil servant was determined to maintain the closest ties.

And with this change of adviser, Mrs May changed, too. She started to press for Britain to remain linked to key European institutions, such as the customs union and single market.

This mini U-turn led her critics to feel justified in their complaints that the prime minister had no deep convictions of her own. They have argued that she is an empty vessel and simply reflects the preoccupations of the most senior people around her.

With Mr Robbins running the show, the Cabinet was once again kept in the dark.

Brexit Secretary David Davis resigned because he felt he was not consulted about policy. His successor, Dominic Raab, soon quit for very much the same reason.

Underlying her protracted failure to deliver Brexit, there was a widespread feeling that Mrs May was in her heart very much a Remainer. That as a woman brought up as a vicar’s daughter who attended one of the world’s oldest universities, she was an Establishment figure who instinctively believed in the status quo and that Britain belonged inside, and not outside, the EU.

This meant, her critics believed, that she set about negotiations with the air of someone making the best of a bad job. Someone trying to mitigate the damage she had inherited after others had made a bad decision. In sum, someone whose heart was not in Brexit.

In hindsight, perhaps, it might well have been better if a Brexiteer such as Boris Johnson or David Davis had replaced Cameron.

They would have intuitively prepared a much tougher negotiating position to try to secure the best possible deal for Britain. They would have sold it with passion and optimism to the British people.

What cannot be denied, though, as we look back at Mrs May’s premiership, is that there was always much affection for Mrs May among the electorate.

Voters saw a woman of integrity doing her utmost in very trying circumstances.

Even a great politician — a Thatcher or a Churchill — would have made errors in trying to navigate Brexit.

But few can deny Theresa May’s quiet dignity, patriotism and courage. In a debased age in which too many political leaders are egotists, she was patently trying to act as best she could in the national interest.

She was motivated by duty, not by a sense of self or by an eye on her legacy. She is British to her core. She passionately believes in the union. She has always remained calm.

She fought as hard as she could and made the best of an impossible job.

For myself, I believe that her withdrawal deal was the best available. All other options were worse.

Now, instead of that deal being her legacy, she has left Britain entering an uncertain and dangerous future.

Theresa May would have wished otherwise.

This daughter of a country vicar will today feel that she’s been battered by evil spirits that ganged up against her.

But I have no doubt that her late father, Hubert Brasier, would have felt the deepest pride in his daughter’s robust and courageous conduct over the past two years.

And that will count a great deal to Theresa May herself.

Her career may well end in failure, but not in disgrace.

When she leaves Downing Street for the last time as Prime Minister, she can hold her head high.

But she still has one last battle to fight. And if the Queen Sacrifice chess ploy comes off, she will leave Downing Street in something like triumph. As a human being, that’s the least she deserves.

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