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Natasha Maurice Green is twenty-two years old and a Senior at Rosewood University.

In 2018, you’d think that coming out would be easier then it actually is. After all, there have been several progressive movements in the LGBTQ community. The forerunner being same sex marriage is FINALLY legal in all 50 states. But despite important milestones, not everyone is as open and accepting, and Natasha Green has experienced the worst closed minds have to offer. Nash grew up in a very strict Christian house hold. Her father, had separated from her mother when she was just three and was granted custody of her simply because of money. To the courts, it looked as if an older man with an established career was a better fit parent then a young woman who was a high school drop out. Unfortunately it was the wrong choice. Nash and her father never truly got along, mainly because he would degrade her mother every chance he could get, but also because of the pressure he put on Natasha at a young age. She could take the badgering for all A’s, and the pushing for scholarships, the one thing she wouldn’t was about the types of dates she had to bring home. From the time she was a little girl, Nash knew she wasn’t like the other girls. She was the girl who didn’t mind having to play with the Ken doll, or play the dad when they played house. And just as she entered high school she began to realize why. It wasn’t the football team that got her attention, it was the cheerleaders. One in particular. Chelsie Baure. And luckily for Natasha, Chelsie just happened to feel the same way. There was just one problem. They lived within the Bible belt, went to a private Christian school, and came Bible thumping families. The two kept their relationship under wraps for years, even through their first three years of college, playing off their closeness as simply “Best Friends”. But in their last year of college, the unthinkable happened. The secret they were hiding for years came tumbling out of the closet when Chelsie’s roommate walked in on the two of them. In a normal situation, someone might have been able to recover from being outed. Unfortunately for the couple, their circumstances were a bit different. The two, coming from private Christian schools, got significant scholarships to a private college. One that shared their alma mater’s, and their parents views on homosexuality. Both Natasha and Chelsie were immediately called to the Deans office, and that’s when everything went down hill. Though their relationship was never, whatsoever, forced, but in an order to escape harsh punishment Chelsie lied and told the faculty the relationship was coursed. This lie may have saved her and her future, but at what cost? Not only was Nash expelled for breaking the “honor” code, seeing as she knowingly and what the Dean called “maliciously” broke her contract with her scholarship they revoked nearly half of her credits. Everything that the scholarship had covered. As if being thrown out of school and her hard earned credits ripped from her wasn’t enough word got out that she had “forced” Chelsie into sex and keeping it quite. That fanned a flame of rage in a group of other students that Natasha never saw coming. While she was leaving school grounds, something she had less then forty eight hours to do, a the enraged group of students jumped her. Beating her to a bloody pulp and leaving her like she was nothing more then a mosquito they had simply swatted. It took two for a year for Nash to recover fully. Not only did she revive internal bleeding and several fractures in various parts of her skeleton, but the PTSD she suffered from the attack. The girl even fell into a rather deep depression. After all, Natasha didn’t just loose the degree she was almost finished with, she lost her girlfriend, and best friend, of nearly eight years had commuted the ultimate betrayal. Now, a little more worse for wear, Nash is finally ready to pick up the pieces of her life where she’d dropped them. Only problem is, the only decent school who will accept her now with an expulsion on her record is close to a thousand miles away from home. Forcing her to leave her mother, the only support system she has left, and thrusting her out into the real world more vulnerable then ever.

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“Sorry, my body just took a screenshot”

-Student after hiccuping and burping at the same time.

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New Chapter ahaha

No More Fucks To Give: the Neil Just Does Not Care AU

Chapter Three: Fucking Foxes

Ao3

chapter under cut.

Neil left the apartment before Wymack called Kevin to break the news to him. His presence wouldn’t help what was sure to be a large meltdown by Wymack’s estimate. 

He had enough to think about anyways, he did his usual circuit around the campus. It made sense, the Moriyama’s being mafia. He’d always wondered how little league at Evermore had turned into watching his father cut someone into pieces. That didn’t seem like game protocol in retrospect. 

It was part of his obsession, that mystery. Kevin and Riko had watched it, crying, shaking, Kevin having to hold both his hands over his mouth to keep from throwing up. They had both stood next to a pinstraight Nathaniel and watched his father tear a man apart. And then Neil’s life had fallen apart, he’d gone on the run and spent the next eight years in a whirlwind of gunshots and hotel rooms and identities. But the two of them had just gone on. 

They played Exy, they lived. They were free. At least Neil had thought they were. 

But none of them were free after all. 

Neil flopped down into a field behind some administration building. Panting from the sprint he’d burst into. It was morbidly interesting to see all the pieces start to fall in line. Kevin hadn’t recognized him yet, but Riko might, or Tetsuji, or any other Moryiama lackey who could send the message to his father. 

Whatever business the Moryiama’s had with the Butcher of Baltimore all those years ago- Neil didn’t doubt they were still in league with each other. 

He’d known Exy would be his downfall, but he hadn’t thought that it would be quite so literal. That because of the game that he’d die. But it wasn’t just a random news report about the foxes that maybe could tip off his father’s people. It wasn’t that he was staying in one place for an undetermined amount of time. 

No, it was playing. It was Exy. 

Neil rolled over and pressed his sweating face into the grass. 

It didn’t matter, how he got caught didn’t matter. He had known it would happen if he came to Palmetto. There was no use in panicking now that the choice had been made. The Raven’s were coming south, and they’d kill Neil somewhere along the way. The dominos were already falling.

He reminded himself of this and waited until he got used to it. Until he pulled himself back together and back to the grave.

Eventually he got out of the grass and made his way back to Wymacks. Once enough time had passed that Kevin would be back in Andrew's hands and not freaking out in the living room. 

Neil didn’t really think that keeping the change in districts from Andrew would work out for anyone in the long run. But it wasn’t his business so he’d play along and shut up about it. It was Kevin’s problem not Neil’s. 

Unpredictably Kevin managed to keep his mouth shut about the change. However, much more predictably, Kevin became somehow more unbearable in the aftermath of the news. 

Neil hadn’t thought it was possible for Kevin to get worse. Then Neil watched Kevin decide to take his fear out on the rookie had picked for the team. Neil waited to snap, but the rage he had inherited from his father was absent. He took in the comments through a fog of apathy. Neil realized nothing really mattered when you knew you were going to die. 

Besides Neil knew it wouldn’t last, at least in the concentrated force that Kevin was dealing it out. It was only a matter of days before the other foxes returned to their Tower and Kevin had five other people to yell at. 

The day finally came and Neil found himself flipping through a course catalog while he waited for Matt to arrive. Who would apparently be his ride to Fox Tower. 

Decisions, decisions. He’d have to declare a major and pick classes. Not something he’d really ever willingly decide to waste his precious time with. But a requirement for what he was wholeheartedly deciding to waste his precious time with. Being a collegete exy player meant going to college. 

He considered practicality, a language major that would open up more of the world to run to. Then he remembered-  no more running. Then he thought about picking one randomly, flipping through the pages and stopping his finger on a random section. 

‘Psychology’ it read. 

Absolutely not. 

Math, Neil settled on, he’d liked math classes wherever he ended up when he was younger. It was puzzles and numbers, everything had a clear answer. A reason for its being. If he had to take classes until he died, it might as well be something he enjoyed. 

He flipped through circling classes and then going back and crossing them out. The book recommended six classes, but the bare minimum was four. So Neil went with four, he didn’t need to be scholar of the year- he just needed to pass enough to stay on the team.  

By the time he’d figured out something workable with exy and the tutoring the school required he still had half an hour before Matt was supposed to show up. 

He waffled back and forth on lying down and going to take a couple laps. By the time he’d made a decision and had gotten to his feet Abby was asking him to take his physical. 

And that was all fine and dandy, Neil could follow directions. What? He could. He stood over there, went this way and that. Watched as she took vials of his blood for testing. And everything was fine. 

“Shirt off” Abby said. 

The issue was he hadn’t been expecting it. Some of the foxes seeing him was one thing, Abby seemed nice. She seemed like a cryer was honestly the bigger issue. And Neil didn’t care for the raw way that having people see his scars made him feel. 

Changing out a few a times a day in front of the others hadn’t really desentized him to it. But after the first time they hadn't said anything. He knew they looked, he felt their eyes on him. But they didn’t ask after the first time. However, Neil didn’t want to spend forever sitting in Abby’s office arguing about his shirt. 

“It’s not pretty and I’m not talking about it.” He waited twenty seconds for her to nod in agreement and then he tugged off his shirt. 

To her credit Abby didn’t cry. But she did flinch, her entire body going tense as she looked at the war zone of Neil’s body. 

“Neil-“ she started. 

“I said I wasn’t talking about it.” He cut her off. 

Abby closed her eyes for a moment. 

“If you ever change your mind, I’m always here and so is Betsy.” 

“Noted,” he held out his arms, “are we finished yet?” 

She wrapped up the physical with a stiff expression. And Neil pulled his shirt back on and headed out in time to almost run directly into Matt Boyd: junior and starting backliner, with tall hair, track marks, and a large smile. 

Neil watched Wymack, Abby, and Matt greet each other with detached interest, still uncomfortable from being studied. 

Neil decided the command that Matt take him clothes shopping was a waste but could probably just be annoyed until it went away. There were only so many pointless pursuits he could give into.

And then Neil was getting into Matt’s truck. 

“We’re not all bad, just so you know,” Matt told him unprompted. “Dan hated that your first impression of us would be the do-nothings. She was pretty sure you wouldn’t stick around long enough to meet the rest of us. She thought about coming back to campus early to be a buffer, but Coach told her not to bother. Said you had to deal with them eventually.” 

“They are annoying,” Neil conceded. 

“Annoying,” Matt repeated, “that’s the tamest description of them I’ve ever heard. Seriously, though. If they give you any trouble, just let me know. I’ll kick Kevin’s ass for you.” 

“Knock yourself out, but don’t do it on my account. I can take care of myself.” 

“One of these days,” Matt mused, “don’t underestimate them though. Andrew…” he trailed off. 

“Is just another guy,” Neils dealt with plenty of guys over the years. Even one’s on drugs, he’d gotten a two inch scar from some shaking guy that had stabbed him when Neil had politely refused to hand over his wallet. “Don’t worry about me Matt, just drive the truck.” 

Fox Tower- four stories tall, with its own computer lab and parking lot- stood separate from the rest of the campus. Palmetto was situated in a giant loop, the athletics dormitory hanging off to the side on a hill that probably would have been nice to hang out on if there weren’t a massive dormitory on top of it. 

The only other car in the lot was Andrew’s as Matt pulled in and parked. Neil used the time it took them to get all of Matt’s stuff to the third floor to figure out what he was going to do with his duffle- or rather more importantly the binder inside of it. 

If he were smart he would have left the binder at Wymack’s until he had secured a place for it at the dorms. Nothing in the binder would make any sense, and Neil hadn’t exactly been the most inconspicuous since coming to Palmetto. But there was no need to let anyone else wander into his shit just because they were nosey. 

Also he had to admit, his obsession with exy and therefore Kevin and Riko would look far more creepy to his teammates in Palmetto then it would have to someone in Millport. 

But Neil wasn’t smart and he didn’t really have any good options so as Matt took off to get the girls from the airport, Neil just shoved his duffle- binder included- into the bottom of a dresser and hoped for the best. 

When he came back to the room, his shopping taken care of- an obnoxiously heavy safe in hand- the door was still locked. 

Faint voices from the girl’s dorm room drifted by as he slipped into his own room, not wanting to alert them to his presence until he had his things locked away. 

He opened the safe and read through the directions and then pulled his duffle out. 

The tags. 

He froze, Neil was a paranoid bastard- just like his mother- which is why he always folded the tag on the top shirt twice. And now there it was- unfolded. 

He sat back on his heels. While Matt had gotten back early the timing wasn’t right for him to have gone through Neil’s things. Neil pulled out the binder and methodically checked the contents. It was all still there. 

There was only one culprit. Neil waited for rage, for his temper to break and force his hand. Nothing came. 

His mother would have been so proud. 

Then Neil waited for worry or anxiety. He held up his unshaking hand and wondered where his fear had run off to. Fear was Neil’s primary state, but he didn’t feel fear. He didn’t feel anything.  

He put his hand down. 

Neil thought for a moment about what to do, ignoring this would just make Andrew think he could get away with it. Which technically he could, Neil didn’t really have the time to devote to following through on any threat he might make. 

Neil sighed. He pulled the lock picks from the binder and held them in his mouth while he packed away the binder and the hair dye. He put the safe in the drawer and dumped his clothes out over it. 

Then Neil stood, stretching his back, popping his shoulders, rolling his neck. He took the lockpicks in his hand and went into the hallway. He tried the cousins’ door, unsurprised to find it locked. He made quick work of that lock, sparing a glance either way down the hall for witnesses. 

He swung open the door and casually stepped inside. All four of them were scattered about the room, all four of them went still as Neil stepped into the room. Neil gave them a second to react. 

“Try again, Neil. You’re in the wrong room!” Andrew said, flicking his cigarette out of the window he was perched by. 

“We locked that,” Aaron said to Nicky in German. 

“Last I checked,” Nicky told him in German before switching back to English. “Hey, sounds like Matt’s back. You meet Dan and Renee yet?” 

Neil ignored him, instead walking into the room arms outstretched in a casual manner. 

“I thought this was a team bonding exercise,” he told them as he made his way across the room. “You know? You break into my room and go through my things, so I get to do the same. Tit for tat, what was that word you used,” he snapped his fingers. “Ah, camaraderie.” 

Andrew hopped off the desk he was on, “so many assumptions, how do you even know it was us? Maybe it’s Matt you should be bothering.”

“Because I can count, dipshit, and all the numbers lead to you. Your rooms back here?” Neil gestured to a shut door. 

“Hey, now,” Nicky made an effort getting up from his beanbag chair with a worried expression. 

Andrew moved up to Neil, standing far too close for comfort with a knife in his hand. A knife. Now that was a surprise and not a fun one either. 

Neil had no idea where the knife had come from, it seemed to have just materialized as Andrew moved towards him. It did a good job of preventing Neil from continuing towards the bedrooms. A great job at stopping Neil from breathing for a second too. 

“Leave before it becomes an issue.” Andrew said, his grin firmly on his face. Neil was reminded of a time he’d been chased by rabid dogs in France. 

“It wouldn’t be an issue if you kept your paws out of my shit.” Bravado in the face of pain was one of Neil’s better qualities. “So how about you keep to your room and I’ll go back to mine.” 

Andrew considered him. “How about this, Friday,” he twirled the knife in his hand. “You come with us to Columbia and we will get to know each other off the court. Solve our issue.” 

“That sounds like a lot more work then just minding your own fucking business, but sure. One night and you leave me alone for the rest of time. No more break-ins, no more tests. Deal?” 

Andrew’s grin got wider. “No more break-ins.” He slid the knife back into his armband, slowly, on purpose, so Neil knew that he always had them on him.  

Neil figured that was good enough and crossed back to the door that led to the hallway. He paused for a second. 

“Some friendly advice- think long and hard about whatever circus you have planned for Friday. I’m trying to be understanding, but no one will like what happens when I reach the end of my rope.” It was true, although Neil figured that it was more of a ‘because it’ll be boring’ answer then whatever violence he was sure they could picture. 

He shut the door on a laughing Andrew and dragged a hand down his face. Why couldn’t he just play Exy and then die? Why must he be on a team of deranged, armed, shit stirrers determined to get themselves taken out by the mob as collateral. 

Neil had no doubt that his father would threaten the whole team whenever he arrived, but following through would be too much work unless it seemed like anyone knew more than they should. Neil and Mary’s isolationist tendencies had saved plenty of people from the knife- not all of them. But most.

Neil staying in Palmetto so long meant everyone was a little bit in danger, but if no one did anything dramatic, they would probably be satisfied by Neils dying pleas that no one knew anything. Probably.

He didn’t imagine he’d care much if Andrew got himself killed. The dude was already putting himself between Kevin and the Moryiamas, it seemed like he was already slated for it. People died all the time, Neil couldn’t even be bothered to care about his own death much less that of the man determined to piss Neil off, especially one who apparently carried knives.  

But Neil didn’t want anyone to get caught up in his own mess. He figured that whatever would happen in Columbia it would include questions about the binder. Which meant Neil had a week to figure out an answer. 

He took a breath in the hall, shoving thoughts of his impending vacation and the knife as far down as he could. 

“Oh, hey Neil! I was just gonna come see if you were back- what were doing with the monsters?” att asked, stepping out of the girl’s dorm. 

“Having a chat,” Neil answered. 

Matt blinked at him for a moment, “well, okay then. Why don’t you come meet Dan and Renee.” he waved Neil towards the dorm. 

It was a stark difference from the hostility and violence Neil had come to expect from the Foxes. Dan and Renee gave him sweet iced tea and cookies while talking about the charity projects they wanted to do this fall. It was almost funny how different they seemed. 

Neil took note of an assurance of spine that he caught a few glimpses of in Dan. And also that something seemed off about Renee. By all means she seemed just as sweet as Nicky talked her up to be, but something about her didn’t quite add up. 

But he sat with them, listening, until they got the call to head to the stadium. He even accepted the ride there. He’d need to find a balance, between being a team player and not letting anyone get attached. The last thing he needed was anyone expecting more then Exy from him. 

Which is why he didn’t sit with either of the groups in the lounge. He watched Matt  and Renee take one couch and Andrews crew take the other. Andrew and Renee both greeting each other- much to the dismay of every other fox. Dan stayed standing talking to Wymack and Abby. Neil took a chair separate from the others where you could keep an eye on everyone. 

Seth Gordon came into the room first with not Allison at his heels but instead an attitude problem that Neil thought might rival his own. He threw himself down into a chair glaring at everyone. 

Then Allison Reynolds came into the room, every inch the modern Princess that every magazine claimed her to be. She offered greetings to Wymack and Abby and then zeroed in on Neil. 

“I’m going to sit with you,” she said before perching on the arm of Neil’s chair. A feat she couldn’t quite accomplish without wrapping an arm around Neil and pissing off both Seth and Neil’s dead mother. 

“Nope.” Neil said more to himself, sliding out of her grip and onto the floor. “Chair’s all yours, keep me out of your shit.” He nodded his head to were Seth seemed to be planning Neil’s murder. 

Allison scoffed and slammed her hand on the back of the chair to keep from tumbling over without Neil’s support. 

Nicky started laughing, “two for two, heartbreaker.” 

“Could we do the meeting?” Neil asked.

Wymack took that as his cue, jumping in to do introductions and announcements before anyone else could derail it. 

Neil pulled his knees up to his chest and watched from the floor as every fox lost their minds at the district change. Four words sending them into a spiral. 

“Edgar Allen’s coming south.” 

All the chaos died down to everyone watching Andrew and Kevin. It was like looking through a tilted mirror- everything that Neil didn’t have. Kevin wanted to live, desperately, Neil could practically smell the despair and fear from where he was sitting. And there was Andrew so sure that he could keep Kevin safe. 

Neil didn’t know where Andrew got the assurance or where Kevin got all that faith in one man. But they both had more than Neil, in too many respects for Neil to quantify. 

“Anything else, Coach, or are we finished?” Neil asked when he got tired of waiting for anyone to say anything. 

“This is a big deal,” Dan said. “It changes everything. You don’t understand.” 

“Sure,” Neil shrugged, “but are we done?” 

“Neil found out when Kevin did,” Wymack said with a heavy sigh, “I already had the talk with him, so he understands just fine. And no, there’s nothing else. Abby, they’re all yours. Do with them what you will.” 

Neil got up to his feet and left without a backward glance- ignoring when Dan tried to get him back for his physical. He figured Abby would explain. 

Neil jogged back to the tower but didn’t go up, instead he went around to the back of the building and laid down in the grass. He pulled out the cigarettes he had gotten when out shopping earlier and lit one, watching the smoke curl into the sky. 

“What the fuck happened to- you ugly bastard?” Seth asked with the upmost delicacy the next day as they changed out for practice. 

Neil let out a withering sigh and turned, Seth’s face the picture of disgust, Matt’s the definition of concern. THe other four men in varying degrees of minding their own business. 

“I didn’t eat my fruits and veggies.” Neil told them, jerking on his padding. “Now get over it.” 

“Did you think dragging us down with someone’s punching bag would be funny Day?” Seth asked. 

“Seth.” Matt scolded. 

Neil left the room before he could hear what Kevin said back, having no interest in witnessing a temper tantrum. 

Neil appreciated Dan’s spine, she needed it to deal with the foxes. To get them in any kind of semblance of obedience. That first week of practices showed Neil exactly why the Foxes always came dead last. He had no idea how they made the championships. 

In the end they all listened to Dan, but most of the time was spent hurling insults at each other or just hurling each other into the plexiglass walls of the court.

Kevin started almost every argument. And Seth started almost every fight. Matt was the best player, considering Andrew’s disinterest in the sport and Kevin’s broken hand. But even Matt seemed to clash with Kevin’s antagonistic method of “help.” Occasionally Renee would play mediator but mostly she didn’t take sides or get involved. At the very least she did play whenever she was in the goal. 

Aaron was better than Nicky at the game but cared less. Nicky gave it everything he had but fought with Allison and Seth almost as much as he made stupid but dramatic plays. 

Throughout the week a semblance of a pecking order established itself with Neil floating around outside of it. Both too new and inexperienced to settle in at any place. Which meant Neil most often was left with Kevin and Seth hounding his ass into the lovely court floor. 

By the time Friday came around Neil was contemplating sleeping in the woods all weekend just to get a little peace and quiet. But then he remembered his deal with Andrew. 

He couldn’t go hide from the foxes. It was time to go to Columbia. 

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Henrietta secondary #1

One of the main ideas in the book is the argument on whether ones body should indefinitely belong to them/ their family or if there are some scenarios where you can lose the right to your body. One argument that gives more insight on the ideas presented in Henrietta lacks is the debate on whether collegete level athletes should get paid or not. Some people may say that they shouldn’t because at the end of the day the chose to play for whatever college. But a counter argument to this could be that they should because playing sports in college is really the only option for some people and also those colleges make a ton of money off of those players who aren’t getting paid anything. This relates to the struggle faced by the Lacks family because even though the doctors were treating her, they are technically still all profiting off of her body. Here’s the article I read about the college athletes getting paid.

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Freshman In Colleget. Sublime Homoerotica

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Lugares: Gordon Memorial College

Tal como os protagonistas de “Época de Migração para Norte”, Tayeb Salih estudou no Gordon Memorial College em Karthoun e concluiu os estudos universitários em Inglaterra.

Criado em 1902 como escola primária, o colégio começou a dar cursos técnicos logo em 1905. Em 1951 passou a Colégio Universitário, estabelecendo-se como Universidade de Khartoum quando da independência do Sudão. Se olharem com muuuuita atenção para a imagem talvez consigam descobrir Mustafa entre os rapazinhos perfilados.

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en tienny mist muualta tätä kysyy, ni pistän vaik tänne jos tietäisit tai jos seuraajas tietäis? Elikkäs miestenpuolelta oisin farkkuja himoitsemassa, mut en haluu mennä kauppaa sovittaa, ja tarviisin jonkiinlaista suuntaa et mikä miesten koko vastais naistenpuolen kokoa ~38 suht puikelolla ihmisellä? Mitä uskaltais tyylii h&m:ltä tilata sovitettavaks? Joka tapauksessa, kiitokset ajastasi/ajastanne, viettäkkee hyvä ja kiva viikonloppu ja silleesti :D (sano kissoille pör puolestani?)

Mie käytän kans kokoa 38 joten kävin sovittamassa tuon miehen housuja :D Miesten farkkuja ainakin myydään yleensä tuumakokojen mukaan ja miulla noi 34-vyötäröiset oli about yhtä kokoa liian isot, eli tuon perusteella suosittelisin kokeilemaan vyötärömittaa 32. Lahkeen pituus pitää yleensä kans valita mut sen mittaamisessa on hankala mennä vikaan kun mittaat vaan oman sisäsauman pituuden. (Tietty sen vyötärönkin voi mitata, mut en osaa sanoa mistä kohtaa se mitta kannattaa tässä tapauksessa ottaa.) Jos koot on tyyliä S/M/L niin siun kannattaa varmaan ottaa S, koska noi koon M colleget ainaki valu miulta päältä. Toivottavasti tästä oli jotain apua, joku asiantuntevampi varmasti osaa lisätä jotain!

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Tabitha Meyer is nineteen years old and a Freshman at Rosewood University.

Katherine and Nicholas were madly in love. He was fourteen and she was twelve when they first met, and very quickly they had become best friends. But over the years, their feelings for each other developed, and on Katherine’s sixteenth birthday they shared their very first kiss. It was magical, and sure enough, one thing led to another. They had been young though, and in their naivety, they forgot to use protection. Thus, nine months later, Katherine gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Tabitha Ashley Meyer. Of course, at just sixteen years old and a mother, Katherine’s own parents were far from overjoyed with the new baby, but Nicholas’ parents had been much more understanding, and allowed the young couple to move in with them. It was a struggle, trying to look after a baby and balance education, but both were keen to push through, and to provide their baby with the best life possible. Nicholas majored in business, and Katherine finished her high school education with the help of the grandparents. Tabitha was practically raised by Nanna Jean and Grandpa Joe, and around the age of five it became clear she was more dependent on them. At this point though, it was time to move out. Nicholas had got a huge break in the advertisement industry, and was making enough money for his family to get a decent place of their own. Tabitha finally had her own bedroom, and they could afford childcare, to allow Katherine to go and get her own degree – she majored in politics. Most of Tabitha’s early memories didn’t include either of her parents. Sure, they always sat down to have their Sunday meal together, but for the most part she was being shared between a nanny, or her grandparents. She would never complain about it though. As much as she may wish to have been able to spend more time with her parents, her mother in particular, she always knew they were doing the very best for her. When Christmas and her birthday came around, she was showered with gifts, and she very quickly understood the reason she had all this nice stuff was because of the hard work her parents did. When Tabitha turned twelve, she had a big birthday party, inviting all her friends from school, and from her extracurriculars, including gardening club, dance class, and swimming class. All but one of the children attending were female. Her parents, when they saw this one boy amongst all the girls for the first time, looked at each other with pure fear in their eyes. Katherine was reminded of her and her husband – how things had been completely innocent at first, but then progressed to something that had led to a baby. After her party, they sat Tabitha down, and told her to stay away from that boy. Boys were bad, and even if Joshua seemed lovely, he was bad too. Of course, with her parents hardly ever around to witness her spending time with her new-found best friend, Tabitha ignored them. She regularly spoke to Josh and found they had a lot in common other than swimming. He liked to paint, whilst she liked to write stories. As the years went by, they had worked together on multiple pieces – sometimes he would give her a painting and ask her to bring it to life with words, sometimes she would write an extract and ask him to help her visualise the story. Their friendship was beautiful. That was, until one evening, when everything was turned upside down. Joshua had come over to ask her opinion on a piece that was being showcased at the school art fair. Tabitha was completely in awe of it, finding that he had painted her. The number of hours he must have studied her, to get each feature perfect, was astonishing, and she was lost for words. Searching his eyes, Tabitha wished the right words would come to her, so she could thank him properly for conveying her in such a beautiful way. Before she could say anything though, he was kissing her, and butterflies swarmed her stomach. After the initial shock had passed, she found she was kissing him back, as she realised her feelings for him had most definitely changed from friendship, to being someone she was falling for. It was the first kiss of her dreams, nothing awkward about it. That was, until her mother walked in. She was mortified, and threw Joshua out instantly. Her daughter, who she had thought she had done so much to protect from making the same mistake she did, was hidden in her room with the boy she specifically said wasn’t allowed to hang around her. It was then that Katherine consulted Nicholas, and they made the snap decision to up and move. That wasn’t the only bombshell they dropped on their daughter either. Katherine was pregnant with her second child – this time, her and her husband were ready for a baby, ready to extend their family. The move wasn’t easy, but the goodbye to Joshua was the hardest. Their love had been ended before it truly had a chance to blossom, and Tabitha had never felt so much hatred for her parents in her life. How could they do this to her? They were hardly ever around to show her love and affection, and now they had taken away one person who could offer her that. Greensville seemed like the perfect town to move to, and when Katherine and Nicholas found the house of their dreams, the instantly began to move their family over there. Tabitha’s baby sister, Scarlett, was born three months before they officially moved in, and to an outsider, they looked like the perfect family. Tabitha was set to start at Rosewood in the fall, Katherine was taking time off work to raise Scarlett herself, and Nicholas was still able to get to his job from the new home. It was just a shame that their eldest daughter was still feeling bitter about the move. And on top of that, she was jealous of the baby. Why did her mother decide to take time off for Scarlett, but had not once done that for her? To make matters worse, her parents had decided they wanted to try for one more child, so that Scarlett would be able to grow up with a sibling close in age, and whilst they were off on date night, Tabitha was left looking after the baby. All the blonde could hope was that the people of Greensville would be welcoming, and she could make some friends that helped her get away from family life for a little while.

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[milonavarroo]

"It is if you are Monty Richler," Milo stated planely. In his opinion Monty had nowhere to go but up, and if anything he was doing him a huge favor. Milo didn't know, nor did he care what Monty wanted to do with his future, but being on a colleget award winning tennis team couldn't be anything but positive. Whether he was just an equipment manager or not. But maybe that was just Milo's ego speaking.

Milo snorted, an amused smirk crossing his face as he nodded his head a bit. "Funny," he said, in a dry tone, lifting his racket and resting it against his shoulder. "But don't worry about me, or my health. I am fine. I'll make us both look good as per usual." He turned to look at Sassa, his amusement fading to a suddenly very serious expression. "It's my last year, as you already know. I have a lot riding on my general performance this year as you can probably expect." Though that wasn't completely true. The entire reason he was here was to "diversify" and make sure he had something outside of tennis, and athletics, to fall back on when he was finished. But for the near future there was a lot of pressure he was putting on himself, and his team was putting on him, and his father of course. So, it felt like a lot was riding on this. "Don't embarrass me. Seriously, we did well last year," -- A compliment, followed closely by -- "despite your constant bitching and moaning. Let's aim even higher this year. And hey," he added, reaching out to nudge her with his elbow, mirroring her own mocking gesture, "maybe a positive attitude will make all the difference."

"I hardly think being an equipment manager can count as bettering yourself," Sassa said in response, her voice low as she continued watching Monty for a moment, the furrow between her eyebrows only deepening. Plus, she was pretty sure Milo had a literal fan club of people on campus - surely they could've found someone who seemed more...competent who wanted the position, between that and people who were desperate to get close to the mystery of Greer Morrison in anyway possible. The next part of that sunk in a moment later, Sassa shifting her gaze over to Milo with just the barest hint of concealed rage from the insult. It's not like she would acknowledge any truth to the matter, despite the fact that it was really, actually, probably, well...deserved. "You're right," she agreed, her voice slipping into a croon as she blinked at him a few times. "Are you sure you're feeling better, after everything this spring? Wouldn't want you to cause any issues if you're still not one hundred percent?" she said, as if he had been the one holding them back, not her. "I'm sure we can get both you and Monty working up to a mid season pace in no time, though. Shake off those lingering summer cobwebs," Sassa continued, brightening up as if genuinely excited by the idea, lightly nudging Milo with her elbow, a surely mocking gesture of encouragement as she beamed up at him.

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22-9-2019

[huppari-painatus]

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[the-blackest-spider]

Paint Me Right

@stealthsuitofsin

For as long as she could remember there was always a boy, lean and lanky with blond hair and an intense stare. She could never see it, but she could always feel it and somehow she never faltered despite. Somehow she felt she danced better with him there.

She doesn’t remember when she first noticed him or anything. She just remembers doing her pirouettes and he was always her fixed point. He was hard to miss with his sketch book in hand.

Was he drawing her?

She liked to think so, that maybe she was someone’s muse like in movies. There was something romantic about the idea to the young girl’s heart.

And so she danced and danced and made herself the best so she could earn scholarships to go to the college she wanted. And she danced for him, her mystery boy who at times she wondered was even real.

After her performances she would look for him, search, ask and nothing. It never provided anything and for the life of her she never seemed able to find him in the crowded halls or classrooms.

She truly began to wonder if she had made him up all along.

Four years flew by and then summer before embarking on the brave new chapter of her life dragged. Meaningless romances came and went and she almost forgot about the boy, who she had found out through her yearbook was named Steven G. Rogers.

Until one crisp fall day in the latest rehearsal for the first production of the Ballet department was about to start and she heard girls near her talking about a Steve Rogers.

Could it be?

Natasha could only hope.

It made her anxious as the time of the performance grew nearer. It was a more advanced production than she was used to, but somehow she had landed the principal role and as the opening night came for the Shield Collegetic Academy’s Ballet Department production of Giselle, she was almost a wreck wondering if he’d be there.

As the curtain rose and the first act began she focused on her part, the moves and the emotion of the music.

But surely he had seen the posters with her name on them… if it was the same Steve Rogers. As she danced, Natasha kept finding herself glancing across the audience, looking for a lanky blond haired young man with a sketch book.

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[transxiety]

College is so weird I have a teacher who acts so nice and is like "I understand you're not perfect :) you're gonna mess up sometimes and that's okay :)" and then shows us the syllabus and so much shit we have to do and then goes "but if you mess up too many times you're gonna fail this class you paid money to get in :)"