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Fateful Beginnings

XII. “exceptionally qualified, equally eager”

parts: previous / next

plot: you receive both celebratory and sobering news which leaves you reeling; back in Gotham, Bruce Wayne solidifies his entrance into society.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, bad health news, cancer, chemo, grief, doctor’s office, shock

words: 2.5k

You woke up the next morning remembering the conversation with your friends, replaying in your mind. You kept thinking about how you told them you'd fucked Bruce. You wished you hadn't. It was wrong. But you were never gonna see him again, and they were never going to tell. It would be too embarrassing for them that they weren't the ones to fuck him, and would never let themselves be outdone. They'd let the world continue to believe he was a virgin before admitting you'd managed to sleep with a billionaire. Outshining them wasn't a possibility.

You swung your legs off the bed and rubbed your eyes before walking out into the hallway. It was suspiciously quiet, with the usual hum of the TV absent. You started when you turned into the kitchen to your parents holding a gift. It was a thick envelope with your name in sloping cursive, and your parents had hardly looked happier... besides when the anonymous benefactor, likely Bruce (you cringed hard at his name) has somehow managed to pay off the family's medical debt. "Here honey," your mother hurried toward you and you took the envelope. Walter ran in between your dad's legs and hopped up on the bed. You laughed and started opening it. "Even he seems excited."

Your fingers nearly cut on the thick cardstock. You pulled out a card in the shape of a graduation hat, and out fell a small slip. It twirled down and made Walter pounce, and you had a game of cat and mouse for a minute before you read the stub. Delta Airlines: SEA—GCA. You looked up but they just urged you to read the card. "Congratulations Y/N! Excited to see you walk at graduation. Love, Mom and Dad." What?? I get to walk? But how?

The next fifteen minutes indulged them explaining that they'd bought tickets last night and went to the store on the way home from their friend's barbecue. "After all the money we saved we could finally afford it. And your father picked out a beautiful hotel for us right next to the airport." The rush of positive feelings left as quickly as they came, lasting not a second longer than your parents shutting the door on their way out. A murkiness settled in your stomach. You didn't plan on ever returning to Gotham. Your parents had never been there either. You hoped you'd never have to deal with its hustle and bustle again. But you were their only child, and you were at least happy that they were happy.

Bruce sat in his wool overcoat in a small, stuffy office on a hard, narrow chair. His thighs were threatening to burst it, and the arms were cutting into his abdomen. He forced a smile to the school secretary as he waited for the university president to arrive. His eyes trailed to the cobwebs in the corner, the dusty books by the window, and eventually the stained carpeting. Our tax dollars pay for this? Alfred needs to know about this so he can get in touch with—no. He stopped himself. Those were his duties now, gone were the days of offloading all public contact to his butler while he kept to his sanctuary. Thankfully, GU's president burst through the doors at that very moment.

"Mr. Wayne! My God! Never in a million years did I think to see you in these halls." The woman was beaming, and Bruce stood up to shake her hand. Even her vigor didn't help the smile he plastered on be any less forced. "Pleasure is all mine, Ms...?"

"Janay Vry, former journalism department head." Her gray bob brushed along the tips of her shoulders. A thought sprinted across his mind. Journalism. Y/N. To bring it up or to not? "I heard you met with one of my students, Ms. Y/L/N."

She beat him to it. "Yes, I apologize. I was unreasonably busy that day. I hope she found another suitor." Y/L/N. Y/L/N. Didn’t quite fit you. It repeated in his mind like a mantra, and reminded him of combing through the commencement… She opened her mouth to speak, and his eyes snagged on an owl pin on her lapel. He'd never seen that before, and it stalled his train of thought.

"So, Mr. Wayne." Ms. Vry sat in the secretary's chair as she shuffled out, looking a bit nervous. He forced his face to remain pleasant as his mind began to investigate. Why was he drawn to that? What energy was it bringing? Did it symbolize anything? "What brings you here today?"

He sat up a bit in his chair, feeling the early stages of bruising as the wood tore at his sides. The right arm was snagging on a particularly thick scar. "Well," He never thought he would say these words, but he needed a platform. An entrance. "I know how late minute this is, so I understand if this is no possibility. I was wondering if I could be a commencement speaker for this year's ceremony." The shaky grin he mustered made him want to slam into a wall. This is so forced. Can she tell?

Ms. Vry had a visible, startled reaction to his question. "Mr. Wayne, wow," she shook her head in disbelief. "Of course, of course." Her smile could've reached her ears, and she started listing off the date, time, and gathering space for the speakers to arrive at prior to the event. "And of course we will amp up security. Yes, I'll get started on that this evening."

Bruce left the halls of GCU with a few pamphlets and a worn jaw. Smiling shouldn't hurt that much. He wondered how long he could keep this act up, and if this was all one big mistake he'd have to forever run away from. It felt like it, as his disheveled self jogged down the concrete steps to a fishbowl of citizens shouting and taking photos. Of course they found me. Christ.

He stared forward at the car, pretending no one was there. He needed this event as a more natural entrance into society. Announcing the Wayne's direct involvement in the city once again. He could imagine the headlines now and imagined how proud his parents might be of him. That was all that mattered. Continuing the Wayne legacy. Doing what my parents never could. He was doing the right thing, and he was utilizing the tools at his disposal. There were areas of society Bruce Wayne could reach that Batman could never, and vice versa. Why didn't I consider this sooner? As he sidled into the driver's seat and relaxed into the tinted windows, he remembered why. He loathed being on display.

The next few days you spent spending time with your family and journaling about losing your entire friend group. It hurt you, more than you even wanted to admit to yourself. Sure, they weren't very good friends, but it was scary staring down the barrel at your only social contacts being your parents. You scrolled around on Bumble for a few hours every day until you ended up hitting a week of being home and days of the most boring conversations you'd ever endured. Your dad had ordered another celebratory pizza, but it felt less fun to not have anyone to text about it.

You still didn't have many answers about your mother's cancer. Later that day was her second chemo appointment since you'd come back, and you offered to drive your mother and take her in yourself. Your dad declined, and said the three of you could all go as a family. It was nice he wanted to stay with her, but it also meant this was more serious. He likely wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. You tried not to think about why.

Pulling up to the clinic, you told your dad to head into the room with your mom. "I'm gonna talk to the doctor for a minute." You went to the receptionist and requested Dr. Righan. The receptionist directed you to a room just down the hall. "He'll meet you in consultation."

You waited anxiously to hear how bad it was while simultaneously indulging your last moments of ignorance. Her weight loss is unrelated. Her walker and wheelchair use is unrelated. Just aging stuff. Maybe she has a bad back like grandma. Yeah, that's it. She's just doing another round of chemo for good measure.

You blinked and it was over. As you came back into your body you saw the door swinging shut behind the doctor who had just come in and delivered the news: it was worse than you thought. Your mother was starting chemo to try and buy her some time before seeing if she got accepted into this clinical trial. "Your mother is exceptionally qualified, and equally eager," the graying man in the white coat had said. "Unfortunately, everyone else is too."

The drive home had you in a haze. Your parents were in the front seats still gushing over how they didn't have to pay at the end of the session, but you couldn't pay attention. The clinical trial roulette was a month from today; in the world's most desperate game of Bingo, random names would be drawn. Half would be assigned a control, half would be assigned the medicine. You couldn't bear the thought of her getting a placebo, but you couldn't bear the thought of her not getting in at all. The doctor had tried to taper her excitement, letting her know most people were not going to be picked. It stung, and left you in a haze for the rest of the night.

At about nine in the evening your dad went for a quick stop at the grocery store. He peeked his head in your room where you sat at your desk, furiously journaling, and asked if you wanted anything. Saying no, he left with an announcement he wouldn't be more than 15 minutes. Finally alone in the house with your mother practically since her initial diagnosis, you wandered to the living room where she sat in a large rocking chair, tucked into an enormous throw blanket. She smiled when you sunk into the couch beside her. "Are you excited to go to graduation?"

No. I'm not excited about anything. I want you to not be sick. "Yeah! It's really exciting, it'll be fun to be back." Your smile was fake as plastic. What if this was the last family trip? The last time on an airplane together? You wanted to go to Fiji, with the white sand and warm water for her to sink into. Paradise, not Gotham. She was genuinely excited however. "Oh I can't wait for you to walk across that stage. Your father is going to cry buckets. Buckets!"

That night you sat at your desk and scribbled more in your journal, now on your twentieth page. Why does she have to be sick. Why does it have to be so bad? Why do I have to go back to Gotham? Gotham. Bruce. I hope he doesn't find me. Maybe he will. He seems to get out more now, more likelihood to see him... ugh. Not the time. And the money thing. How do I bring that up? I don't even know if it was him. Maybe it was Alfred. I don't know. Ugh. How am I even gonna walk in my heels? I don't really want to wear sneakers. Maybe I should? Maybe I should just be myself, and stop trying to fit in? Who cares what I wear to my own graduation? Shouldn't I only care about my own opinion? My head is swirling. Graduation is so soon. You decided to stop writing, since it was getting nowhere. Just jotting down the myriad of thoughts clanking around your skull, and it was keeping you up. The next few days were job hunting, and you needed to look adequately rested... even if it was the last thing you were truly feeling.

No. No. And more no. Every business within a thirty mile radius hadn't even accepted a resume. It hadn't been this way before you left for Gotham a few years back. Your parents were all happy little birds back at home, basking in the glory of having their medical debt paid. "You don't have to worry about getting a job right now hun," your dad had said a few days prior. "Let yourself relax." But you couldn't. Having the money burden gone was a massive relief, sure, but it was a material thing, and you were grappling with potentially having to lose someone. A parent. A mother. There was hardly space for rejoicing.

The morning of graduation you'd forgotten all about it, being woken at four in the morning to head to the airport. The time difference, shit. Your mother's friend from church was dropping you all off, babbling on and on about the local gossip. "And oh my stars, you just wouldn't believe the old Scott girl. Baby number two. With TWO fathers!" You attempted to drown her out via some self-soothing humming, which only drew the attention to you. "And you missy! Why, you're not twenty-six without a ring on your finger! Meet anyone in..." she paused and visibly shuddered, spitting out the word Gotham to finish her pestering. You suppressed an eyeroll. Gotham would eat her alive.

You successfully dodged succeeding questions and found yourself at arrivals. Your parents had a fast-pass through TSA, making boarding surprisingly pleasant. You sat between your mom and dad, trying not to think about landing in a city you thought you'd left far behind.

"Good afternoon passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We are pulling into the terminal in approximately three minutes, so please prepare for landing. Weather is partly-cloudy, with a high of sixty degrees. It is 3pm local time. Thank you for flying with Delta Airlines." Your dad awoke with a strong snore, your mom rustling in her light sleep. "Oh my, already?" She yawned, rolling up her knit blanket into her carry on. "Honey, do they have the wheelchair ready?"

Wheelchair? You still weren't used to it. Wheelchairs aren't bad, you reminded. They're accessible. They help. It doesn't mean she's gonna drop dead tomorrow. Soon enough your dad was helping her into a cab while you wrestled with her chair and the luggage in the backseat of the accessible Uber. The smell stung your nostrils, the familiar taste of copper. The streets were mostly dry, as dry as they could ever get in the city. As you climbed into the passenger seat you briefly thought of the taut leather binding trimming Bruce's car's interior. Stop it. He doesn't exist.

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For "Being Known" (Helena writer, Myka actress): 2 and 3, 6 and/or 7 (whichever you like better, or both), and 9!

Ah, thank you! My longest Bering and Wells fic to date :D

Moodboard & header for the fic, and Here's the ask meme

2. How did you come up with the idea?

It was part of a gift exchange, and my giftee had asked for a pop culture AU, with some fusion prompts for fandoms I didn't know very well - so instead of trying to find out enough about eg Buffy the Vampire Slayer to write a fic in that world, I asked whether a celebrity AU would work, and here we are!

3. Did the idea change at all by the time the fic was complete?

I expanded my initial idea a lot - adding Steve, Leena, Artie, Caturanga, Jane and Amanda, I'm pretty sure initially it was just supposed to be HG and Myka with side characters Claudia and Pete. I don't remember exactly what the plan was and what came later, apart from having the idea of Helena's conflict about wanting to remain anonymous while being passionate about something that could bring her a lot of fame early on...I'll have to see whether I still have my initial draft somewhere and I can add it at the end of the post, I tend to write in messages on telegram and copy paste them to an ao3 draft or word doc once I start editing, so the messages should still be the original first draft.

I think I was unsure whether or not I should add an AU-ified Christina related backstory and work that into part of the reason for Helena's reluctance over fame, I had several ideas about her own childhood, her knowing a child something happened to, or actually writing Christina into her backstory... I went back and forth between Christina being a child star and Helena herself being one, I think in the end I just made Helena one because it worked better for the story though I would have liked to have more Christina backstory, but oh well, kill your darlings.

6. How did you decide what tense and POV(s)to use? / 7. How did you decide what character(s) would narrate the fic?

Honestly, I rarely decide that kind of thing consciously - I guess if you want to write something commercially there are lots of things to consider, but I write for fun and I'll write wherever my ideas bring me. Sometimes I'll notice a scene works better from a different POV and I change it, but usually it just happens one way and then it's fine to leave it as is

In this case I think I immediately knew it would mainly be Helena's POV because it's really her story I wanted to tell.

9. Did you get stuck at any point? How did you get past that?

Claudia! Hah, I mean I didn't get stuck on her, but that I used her to get past difficult scenes, giving Helena a much needed push! Especially near the end, when it comes to Helena accepting the possibility of a relationship between her and Myka.

Thank you so much for the ask! This was fun to talk about :)

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This is my draft for the fic, the way it was written (in a messenger chat with just myself in it, as I start most fics) in one go, before making any edits at all!

You'll notice a lot of 'xx' markers - because there aren't really any words with that, it's easy to search a text for that later on, so whenever I know I still need to fix something - add a sentence, translate a word, edit bullet points into paragraph, add entire scenes - I write XX to mark it for later.

wip bering and wells author actress AU for anandabrat

Working title The Perfect Warrior

HG (former child actor turned?) writer under pseudonym hiding from fame (bc burned out from kid fame?), slowly getting back into acting, does improv for fun

Myka either star there to help 'learning' amateur actors for xxkomparsen? Or she's a newcomer and HG is back on film?

Claudia's HG's friend, Pete Myka's

ohhh what about Helena's book being verfilmt & Myka main role, HG making sure she won't be overwhelmed..

xxx

xxflashback seven months prior

"H.G., I'm coming in!"

Helena covers her head with a pillow when she hears Claudia Donovan's shouting from the backyard before a well-aimed kick against the old garden door has it fling open.

"Breaking and entering, really?" Helena's muffled voice lets Claudia know where she is. "I would have thought that petty crime is belowxx you."

"Come oooon," Claudia pulls the pillow from her face and Helena is left squinting at the sudden light. "We're going out! A friend of mine has a gallery opening, and there's bound to be a crowd of interesting people there!"

"I can't," Helena grouches. "I have to write, I still haven't finished either of those silly sequels my agents want me to work on."

"Riiight," Claudia nods, juggling the pillow between her hands. "Because that's what you were doing right now. Writing."

"Oh, cut the sarcasm." Helena growls. She is in a bad enough mood without Claudia butting in and making it worse.

"Alright then." Instead of backing down, Claudia throws the pillow onto the bed and, hands on her hips, stares Helena down. "I'll speak xxklartext. You're wasting away here, H.G.! You hate the books you're supposed to write, you refuse to write anything else either, you haven't seen any of our friends in months and now you're getting your groceries delivered so you don't even have to leave the house? That's the final straw!"

"Who snitched on me," Helena xx Leena?sbcanonordontmention

"It'll be good for you," Claudia insists. "You can dazzle everyone with your Wikipedia brain, and maybe you'll meet a xxverleger who wants to publish one of your weirder novellas. Come on, get up. get up, if not for yourself then do it for me because there's no way I'll go schmooze with the rich and famous all on my own!"

"I still cannot believe you managed to talk me into this," Helena sighs, looking at the xx and bustle around her.

"I'm up, I'm up," Helena sighs and avoidsxxausweichen Claudia's attempt to pull her from the bed by sitting up. "Alright, what exactly is this opening we're going to?"

...

Laughing, herxxfriend Claudia bumps their elbows together. "You better believe it, there's no getting out of it now! And this will be good for you! xx I'm happy for you, H.G., this is a dream come true!" She twirls around without missing a step, taking it all in.

"The fact that it makes you xxgoodposition takes no part in it, I'm sure." Helena deflects. She doesn't want to admit that Claudia is right and she is thrilled to have her characters coming to life for the big screen - nor does she want it known that, despite all the negotiations and concessions on side of the production studio, she is still afraid that she won't recognise the world she created once the movie is done. Will they do justice to the worlds of trees and cogwheels, to the unseeing creator and the warrior with the unruly hair? Will they listen to Helena when she has suggestions, will the stick to the details from the book, will it even be possible to transfer it to the new medium?

This and more goes through Helena's mind as she lets Claudia drag her along over the big parking lot and storage area, past trucks with equipment and the xxvans for cast and crew towards the xxhall.

first time sees Myka - the perfect xxcharactername warrior.

xx looks after her xx her hair xx in the wind, a sharp edge to her big brown eyes that negates anything childish about their shape, xx stepping out of the camper

xx C hey, we're not here to flirt! Can't believe I need to say that to you, you're like, the least likely person xx xx pretty girl

xx not what - I mean yes beautiful, but not what that wasabout -

xx oh /beauuutiful

xx shut up Donovan

xx later sees Myka in makeup all *sideeye* what did you do to my xxcharactername

argument - need makeup! Looks silly on camera without, different than irl!

HG: well if so, just makeup that makes it look decent with the lights and closeups, NOT that kind of obvious eye makeup, and who had the idea that a warrior in a cyberpunk dystopia would need a bold red lip? Or shaved pits?

xx Myka uncomfortable, thinks she has done something wrong, especially when sent back out in the middle of the scene, doesn't notice the argument

co-star Pete tries to comfort her

xxMyka thinks maybe this was bad idea, should quit

xx HG will Not lose my warrior!

(xx Myka in trouble

xx HG kann wen zusammenscheißen, makes sure Myka's fine)

xx from then on Helena trying to keep an eye on Myka, asks how she's dealing with the pressure, what her plans are for if she'll be famous after this project, whether she has a good agent to protect her interests, etc... (eg where u live? city apartment...

H:security? M:none?? H:myself, nature away from most people M: wish could affort...)

Myka: know you're just doing this because you think I'm a good fit for the character and you don't want it to be ruined by me quitting, but I still really appreciate

HG: what?? No, am doing this - well, would for everyone! Know how it is, when I was a kid... nevermind. But, care about you too

Myka finds out why HG is so wary about fame

go to premiere together - "don't have to hold a speech, don't even have to tell anyone who you are, but at least go as my date?"

As usual, I had a first scene instantly in my head, then started thinking quicker than I could write and had to note down bullet points so I wouldn't forget anything xD

Again, thanks for the ask :)

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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Holiday Volunteer Work

Started by Gabe and preserved by David, the Shaw Pack has a tradition of incorporating extra volunteer work into their schedules as the season of many holidays approaches. It’s not mandatory or something they officially report, but the pack takes their responsibility to continue the tradition seriously.

David: Food Drive Organizer- David organizes a massive food drive that benefits Dahlia’s food pantry. Not only will he organize and promote it all himself (although according to the paperwork, he does so anonymously), but David also gives a huge amount of non-perishable food. Once everything is collected and ready to be distributed, David always ensures to set up distribution so that it is equitable and welcoming for everyone who uses the food pantry. 

Angel: Writes Cards for Nursing Home Residents- Beginning as early as September, Angel writes hundreds of cards for nursing home residents who may or may not receive any visitors. They take special care to write different messages on each card, sometimes including little jokes or drawings. 

Asher: Arranges a 5K Race/24hrs Caroling Event to Benefit Humanborn Acclimation Services and Programs- Asher’s annual “Holiday 5K/Caroling Extravaganza” has become quite a popular event among the empowered population of Dahlia, even if it is a bit eclectic. Racers in the 5K acquire sponsorships to participate. Groups of carolers do the same and provide some sort of musical entertainment (broadly defined to include all ages, talents, and interpretations) for 24 consecutive hours. All of the proceeds of the event benefit programs that help humanborn empowered people acclimate to their magic, which, as the son of two humanborn wolves, is a cause near and dear to Asher’s heart. The event is always a fun and festive success, with local businesses donating the prizes and restaurants providing food for everyone. 

Babe: Gift Wrapper to Benefit a Homeless Shelter- Babe spends a couple weeknights per week at a department store as a gift wrapper. All of the donations go directly to a local homeless shelter. Babe wraps each gift so carefully and precisely that the clients feel compelled to double the donation they were originally planning to give. 

Milo: Plays Santa at the Local Library- He schedules weekend visits at the public library and arranges for a photographer to accompany him so that even families who cannot afford a portrait of their child(ren) with Santa have the opportunity to get one at no cost (plus a candy cane!) Milo works hard all year to perfect his “Ho-Ho-Hos!” and listens to every child as they speak with him. If a child does not want to sit on his lap or has sensory difficulties, Milo is always accommodating and makes sure that the visit is friendly and fun. 

Sweetheart: Blood Donor- Sweetheart always makes sure to donate blood to ensure that the vampiric community will have sufficient blood bag resources to sustain them during a time of year where Clans often celebrate together and are in need of extra blood. They are proud to help support the vampire community any time of the year, but especially when many are missing their former lives and traditions. 

Darling: Shifts to Serve as a Therapy Dog at a Pediatric Hospital- In their wolf form, Darling visits unempowered children who are currently hospitalized and are in need of some holiday cheer since they are fighting to get better and cannot yet return home. Unlike the parents, guardians, and other adult visitors, the children are never afraid of Darling as a wolf. They cheer and clap when they see Darling stroll through the door and jump on their beds. The children eagerly pet them and talk about whatever they want. To be able to do this, Darling proudly forged a “Therapy Dog Certification” document for themselves. 

Sam: Secretly Shovels and Salts Sidewalks- Sam will often take his trusty shovel and bag of salt to neighborhoods of Dahlia that seem to be last on the list for shoveling and salting. He works under cover of night, able to make good use of his vampiric strength and speed to clear walkways and keep everyone safe from falling on icy paths. 

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How NOT To Adult: Itsuka Kendou

I swear I didn't forget about this series, I've started college back up again and I think it's about time I update. Give some sense of normalcy as life gets more chaotic again.

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Two words: wine mom

She was a hard working responsible class rep, and now she’s a hard working responsible hero. She deserves a break.

When she takes a “mental health day off” she stays at home to relax and make fun of shitty soap operas while daydrinking alone

Texts the (still active) former class B group chat to let them know what’s up

“It’s wine o clock!”

“Mom it’s nine thirty am on a Tuesday”

A few seconds later a selfie appears of her lounging back on some decorative pillows with a fluffy blanket

She’s holding up a glass of fancy wine filled to the brim smiling like that Leonardo DiCaprio meme. You know the one

If there’s a party or event somewhere and they’re serving booze she usually gets to all the fancy/expensive shit before anyone else

Will 100% share with Kodai though if she’s around

Steals bottles from every PTA meeting to gift Shishida whenever he has to bail early

Drinks coffee black, but still has a flask of vodka somewhere on her person “just in case”. Girl in case of what? Prohibition?!

It’s usually in a garter with pockets and she’s not above keeping it close by even when patrolling

The garter also holds a small pocket knife, lighter, and a pack of smokes

Says “vaping is for pussies” like acoustic lung cancer is any better than electric

Unironically has decor somewhere that says Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss 

Offers to babysit your kids, takes them for motorcycle rides around town

If they’re slightly older (like at least twelve or so) she offers to teach them how to drive it

Not technically legal, but she’s responsible enough that nothing bad has happened yet, knock on wood

Might have left your child in a locked car by accident oops

Puts up a sign that says “the AC is on, he’s listening to Kidz Bop and has his favorite snack”

Your kid could be eating cigarette butts off the ground and she’ll just shrug it off like “he needs the protein”

Child leashes have saved her ass so many times it’s actually alarming- but “if it’s stupid and it works, it’s not stupid”

Shit talks her boss on her break, but looks out for newer rookies that feel like they’re walking on eggshells

“Yeah no you’ll be fine, but if she vents about her divorce, just smile and nod- yes Kevin I know it’s uncomfortable, but you’ve only been here 3 weeks you can’t afford to make enemies”

The former 1B girls get together every year for a girls trip, and when it was her turn to organize, they all went to Vegas

Orchestrated a Vegas wedding between Setsuna and a male stripper

After arriving home and unpacking, found an inflatable doll in her luggage. Has no idea how it got there, has never even seen it before

Regifted it anonymously in a white elephant exchange at work just to finally be rid of it

The coworker never took it home, they just dressed it up and had it sit in the cubicle, directly across from Kendo's desk

It gets redecorated throughout the year depending on the season, haunting everyone at their computers with it's cold dead eyes like the ghost of girls' trip past

The most memorable was during June one year, when someone had taken the liberty of decking it out in booty shorts, a cheesy tourist shirt, sunglasses, and a disposable camera

Her friends think it's hilarious when they visit her at work, but they can't say anything to her coworkers bc they all took a vow to secrecy. "What happens in Vegas" and all that jazz

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[brightstvrlights]

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓 : 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘;

❝ Never be so kind you forget to be clever ... ... Never be so clever you forget to be kind. ❞

❥ welcome to marina, celeste beaumont ( cisfemale, she/her ) ! they are a one hundred & thirty year old banshee who resides in hyland park, They work as a forensic scientist and are said to look a lot like madelaine petsch. People around the island find them to be +intelligent and +empathetic, but also -critical and -stubborn. what do you think?

Full Name: Celeste Belle Beaumont

Age: 130 (visually 27)

Date Of Birth: 14 February 1894

Zodiac: Aquarius

Species: Faerie (banshee)

Parents: Pierre (deceased) & Genevieve Beaumont

Siblings: One older brother

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Forensic Scientist

Languages: English, French & Italian

Positive: Intelligent, loyal, empathetic, generous

Negative: Over-analytical, critical, stubborn, methodical

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BACKSTORY (TW Death)

Celeste was the second and last child to be born into the family of Pierre and Genevieve Beaumont; a famous French pair comprised of a self made entrepreneur success story and a former model.

A small detail not many knew about them however, was that they came from a historical line of fair folk who had long ago chosen to assimilate with humans - sometimes to their detriment. This was not something they hid from their children but rather something they celebrated - and Genevieve was adamant about teaching them the importance of kindness to humans but also the means to protect themselves against predators.

It so happened that Celeste's parents were almost too good at assimilating with the human world and each sported a successful career that saw them away often. As an adolescent, she became accustomed to the many faces she met on a daily basis who helped her with her everyday duties; one lady to help her dress, another to take her out to the park, and another to help her bathe and put her to bed.

Occasionally, she would see her parents at dinner if they had a night off, and that was classed as a special family event.

In the absence of her high profile and high demand parents, the only face that brought a sense of warmness and comfort to her was that of her older brother Jason, whom she endeavoured to spend all of her free time with. As children, the pair were inseparable. Only a year and a half apart, they did almost everything together, and for a long time, they were each other’s best and only company.

When Celeste was a child, the family home was attacked by unruly hunters who had been tipped off anonymously and The Beaumonts were forced to flee, moving to Marina Island in search of supernatural sanctuary. They were able to find it, and for a long time they blended peacefully with humans and supernaturals alike on the island. Pierre's business endeavours flourished, as did Genevieve's career with her seemingly never-fading beauty.

Things started to change when Celeste was a young adult. Her peaceful sleeps were interrupted with death; just feelings at first but eventually blurry images that gained clarity as time went on. Every night she would watch someone die in her sleep, as clearly as if she was watching it happen in real time. She tried to explain it away but there was nothing to explain what was happening to her.

Eventually she confided in her mother who told the redhead what she was: a banshee. This came as a surprise to the whole family; there hadn't been a banshee in their lineage for several hundred years. Now equipped with the knowledge of her unique powers, Celeste set her mind to strengthening her gift in the hopes she might be able to save people.

While some of her predictions were sudden and overwhelming, nothing could have prepared her for what would happen when she felt the foreshadowing of her own father's death. It had shaken Celeste awake and she emitted a wail so loud it smashed all the windows in her townhouse. Before she could send a warning to him or anyone, he was already gone. She had seen it happen, and felt every agonising inch of it.

The police had deemed it a random killing and as there were no possessions found on the body, put it down to an unfortunate brutal mugging. But anyone who knew anything about the supernatural knew it was targeted. The pure iron blade that had been found in Pierre Beaumont's back was proof enough.

Celeste tried for years to find who was responsible, but everywhere she turned, she found nothing but dust and sand. Time forced her into acceptance and she moved on, but there's still a part of her that craves justice and given the chance, she would take it.

HEADCANONS

TBC

[scotianostra]

On April 10th  1512, King James V was born at Linlithgow Palace.

James was son of King James IV of Scotland and his queen Margaret Tudor, a daughter of Henry VII of England, and was the only legitimate child of James IV to survive infancy, he was baptised the day after his birth, receiving the titles Duke of Rothesay and Prince and Grand Steward of Scotland. He became king at just seventeen months old when his father was killed at the Battle of Flodden Field on 9th September 1513.

James was crowned in the Chapel Royal at Stirling Castle on 21st September 1513. During his childhood, the country was ruled by regents, first by his mother, until she remarried the following year, and then by John Stewart, 2nd Duke of Albany, who was next in line to the throne after James and his younger brother, the posthumously-born Alexander Stewart, Duke of Ross. Other regents included Robert Maxwell, 5th Lord Maxwell, a member of the Council of Regency who was also bestowed as Regent of Arran, the largest island in the Firth of Clyde.

Queen Margaret´s tempestuous private life complicated her son´s childhood, and after she divorced her second husband, Archibald Douglas 6th Earl of Angus, the Earl kidnapped young James.

For two years he held him captive, showering him with gifts and introducing him to a round of unsuitable pleasures. James loathed his former stepfather, and finally managed to escape in 1528, to rule by himself.   In the autumn of 1524 James dismissed his Regents and was proclaimed an adult ruler by his mother. James´ personal rule began by savagely pursuing his opponents and he hounded the Earl of Angus out of Scotland. James combined suspicion of nobles with a popular touch, travelling anonymously among Scottish people as the ´Gudeman o´Ballengeich´.   John Knox described him thus: ´he was called of some, a good poor man´s king; of others he was termed a murderer of the nobility, and one that had decreed their whole destruction´.

A highly strung, intelligent man who alternated between black depression and bouts of feverish energy, he had already fathered at least nine illegitimate children by a series of mistresses.   By 1536 he accepted it was time to marry and he chose as his wife Princess Madeleine of France, for he was eager to strengthen ´the Auld Alliance´ against England. The Princess was tubercular, and she died in his arms on 7th July 1537, seven weeks after her arrival in Edinburgh.   James increased his income by tightening control over royal estates and from the profits of justice, customs and feudal rights. He also gave his illegitimate sons lucrative benefices, diverting substantial church wealth into his coffers. James spent a large amount of his wealth on building work at Stirling Castle, Falkland Palace, Linlithgow Palace and Holyrood and built up a collection of tapestries from those inherited from his father. A favourite of mine that he had built is the gatehouse at Linlithgow Palace, as seen in poic two, showing The four European orders of chivalry to which James belonged.   In 1538 he married another French lady, the widowed Mary of Guise, tall, well-built and already the mother of two sons. She had two more sons by James but they both died in infancy within hours of each other in 1541.   The death of his mother in 1541 removed any incentive for peace with England, and war broke out. Initially the Scots won a victory at the Battle of Haddon Rig in August 1542. The Imperial ambassador in London, Eustace Chapuys, wrote on 2nd October that the Scottish ambassadors ruled out a conciliatory meeting between James and Henry VIII in England until the pregnant Mary of Guise delivered her child. Henry would not accept this condition and mobilised his army against Scotland.   James was with his army at Lauder on 31st October 1542. Although he hoped to invade England, his nobles were reluctant. He returned to Edinburgh on the way writing a letter in French to his wife from Falahill mentioning he had three days of illness.

Next month his army suffered a serious defeat at the Battle of Solway Moss. He took ill again shortly after this, on 6th December; by some accounts this was a nervous collapse caused by the defeat, although some historians consider that it may just have been an ordinary fever. Whatever the cause of his illness, he was on his deathbed at Falkland Palace when his only surviving legitimate child, a girl, was born.

Sir George Douglas of Pittendreich brought the news of the king´s death to Berwick. He said James died at midnight on Thursday 15th December; the king was talking but delirious and spoke no "wise words.", however according to legend, he said to to have uttered “it came wi a lass, it’ll gang wi a lass” (meaning “It began with a girl and it will end with a girl”). He died soon afterwards.   He was buried at Holyrood Abbey alongside his first wife Madeleine and his two sons. The tomb was probably destroyed during the Rough Wooing in 1544, but was later identified in 1683.

[free-for-all-fics]

Detective Tim Rockford and The Thief Crossover AU Prompt! I don’t have any idea how to describe this. It’s sort of inspired by Nancy Drew and The Silent Spy, Dante’s Inferno, and Final Destination. It gets weird. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🕵️‍♂️💎⚰️

Your past was shrouded deep in mystery. You later met and started dating Detective Tim Rockford but even he couldn’t find much on you. Your records were very minimal and bare bones, only listing the most basic of background information. He’d question you during the course of your relationship but you’d only tell him small details here and there about your family, your childhood, schooling, etc. Maybe you didn’t have any living family or you just didn’t know that much about your own history. In his line of work he’d met many people in similar situations, so he didn’t think that much about it. He trusted you, so he never dug that deep.

He was fascinated with a particular string of jewel thefts and spent many years trying to pin down this elusive and unidentified thief. When you became engaged, he showed you his research and told you his theories. Unbeknownst to him, you were one of the thieves he was so desperate to unmask. He’d never suspect anything whenever you’d randomly get out of bed to disappear into the night or were gone for days at a time. His career also required him to be on-call and leave on short notice, and he’d often stay for overnight shifts to get paperwork done and wouldn’t be home until the wee hours of the morning. More often than not, Tim was away from home which allowed you to slip away easily. He figured your job just had similar demands, and he wasn’t entirely wrong on that. On the rare occasion Tim was home when you had to leave for a heist, you’d just tell him it was “for work” and that you’d be home as soon as you could. You’d kiss him goodbye, he’d tell you to be safe and have a good day, and that was that.

When you married Tim, you sent The Thief an invitation using a sophisticated encryption device so that his location couldn’t be traced and compromised. Although he received your invite, The Thief didn’t attend your wedding. He was still in love with you, even if you ended your romantic relationship with him years ago or his feelings for you were unrequited. He couldn’t bear to watch you marry another man. He instead left you an anonymous wedding gift.

Years went by and you had a child with Tim. When you got pregnant, you decided to finally retire. You’d settled in and grown accustomed to ordinary civilian life as Tim’s wife. You had a regular day job you enjoyed and moved on as best as you could, devoting yourself to raising your child with your loving and doting husband. You were a clever woman who loved your family very much, so you spent your free time making and hiding puzzles around the house for your husband to find and solve. When your child was old enough, you’d hoped to make puzzles for them too. You knew Tim’s job could get dangerous and he was often home late, but you were used to it. Married life wasn’t that different from when you were dating and living together. You still saved dinner for him in the fridge and patched him up in the bathroom or kitchen. You never regretted your decision to call it quits with the heists, though you missed The Thief. You still kept in contact, but stopped meeting him in person ever since you learned you were pregnant. As long as you were happy, he’d try to stay away and let you get on with your new life. Key word: Try.

Despite your retirement, your former heist partner (and possibly ex-lover) periodically called you on untraceable phone lines and tried to get you back in the game. For 10 years he was persistent but his efforts were to no avail. Whenever he called you about a new target he found, you had a feeling deep in your gut he was trying to entice you into joining him because he missed you too and was still in love with you. Maybe he thought that if he tempted you with adventure and roused your curiosity enough, you’d come back to him. He knew you’d never divorce Tim or leave your child, but he hid his sadness and disappointment well whenever you rejected his offers of teaming up for a heist again. To an untrained ear, the desperation and longing for you in his voice would’ve gone undetected. But you’ve known him for many years and can read his mannerisms, tone of voice, etc. You understand him better than anyone.

But one day, The Thief finally convinces you to join him on a high risks, high rewards heist. To do this, he lies to you about having round-the-clock protection. You’re firm with him in that this is your last heist. No room for negotiation. You spend many days staking out the place, plotting over maps, testing out listening devices and other tech, etc. It’s the most stressful heist you’ve ever been on, but you’re able to complete it and leave the premises with the valuables in hand. However, despite your success, you’re targeted in a counterattack to apprehend The Thief. You and he are caught in a trap; you get shot or seriously injured in a rigged car accident, and The Thief is barely able to pull you both out and get you to safety. He uses his skills and quick thinking to lose the people tailing you during a high speed car chase and drives you to one of your secret hideouts. You’re safe here and can lay low for a while. But despite your escape, you’re in bad shape - Very bad shape.

A hospital isn’t an option, so The Thief uses any clean cloths he has to try to put pressure on your wounds and/or to operate on you and remove the bullet himself. His expensive clothing may get stained by your blood and ruined forever, but fuck it. He doesn’t give a damn if he has to throw away these priceless suit jackets he’s worked so hard to steal. He can steal again and replace them. He can’t replace you. You’re bleeding badly and he does everything he can to save you, but you know it’s futile. You’re dying. Even though you’re married and he knows he shouldn’t, he still loves you more than anyone in the world. So he calls Tim for you and does something he’s never ever done - he tells your husband, a specialized law enforcement professional, his location. He tells Tim to get here as soon as possible and that he’ll keep you stable until his arrival.

Tim speaks to you, his beloved wife, for the last time on your deathbed. In your final moments, you introduce him to The Thief and reveal that you and he were the thieves Tim had sought after for over 20 years. You ask for his forgiveness for keeping it from him; you would’ve told him but just couldn’t. It was too risky and there was too much at stake. When you breathe your last, your best friends and men you love the most are by your side. They hold you in their arms together as they mourn and cry over your body. Tim has spent so much of his career trying to catch these infamous thieves, but now he can’t do it. He can’t betray you in that way by exposing you or turning in your partner and best friend. After watching the way The Thief behaved towards you in your final hours together, Tim knows that the other man loved you just as much as he did.

But Tim is frozen in shock when The Thief unexpectedly pulls out an ornate knife or uses a sleight of hand trick to steal his gun. The Thief tells Tim that you and he made a pact in case either of you ever got caught or something like this were to happen. In the event that one of you ever got captured or died during a heist, you made a contingency plan. There’s enough food, water, and other resources in this secret hideout to last Tim for months. The Thief tells your husband that he should probably call someone to watch over his and your child for the foreseeable future - This could take a while and he’s not sure how long he’ll be. He orders Tim to watch over his and your bodies until he gets back. Everything happens so quickly; Tim isn’t able to process what he’s said or react fast enough before The Thief either shoots himself or slits his throat.

In life, he was the greatest thief who ever lived. But, as tends to happen, now he’s the greatest thief who ever died. But he did this for a purpose: He’s set his sights on stealing from Death itself - The Ultimate Heist. Once he pulls this off, maybe he’ll finally retire. No theft can ever come close to topping this! He’s going to get you back - Not for himself or his own selfish desires, but for your family’s sake. Tim and your child is the only family you’ve ever known. You’ve worked hard for your happiness and were so proud of the family you built. Your child is but 10 years old, too young to grow up without their mother. And your husband needs you just as much as The Thief does. He’ll do anything to bring you back to the land of the living. He’ll defy and challenge Death, and even sell his soul for yours if he has to.

Tell the story of The Thief’s journey as he traverses the unknown and fights to bring you back to your family. Is he in Purgatory? The Underworld? Heaven? Hell? What and/or who does he see and encounter on his way to finding you? From here, It’s all up to you.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I can’t help but feel a little bad for MiroOfCali. I think she’s genuine in her desire to be a good resource for people, but she just doesn’t have the skills to back it up. She gives heavy “former gifted child that doesn’t know what to do when they’re not immediately good at something” vibes. I hope she takes a break from her business to reflect, and maybe build up the skills to be a true resource.

~Anonymous

[rafaellogandia]

RAFAELLO BORGIA. DUKE OF GANDIA.

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“ the youngest son of rodrigo borgia, rafaello feels perhaps even more disgrace surrounding house borgia than that of his sister renata, and desires nothing of its inheritance that she intends to garner from rodrigo and cesario’s displacement. having seen his family’s corruption, the dangers it has caused and continues to impart, he has grown tired of traversing the frontlines of all their misdeeds and would sooner see the bloodline extinct. in perhaps a brash and reckless move, rafaello anonymously sent news of a recent plot directed by his brother cesario regarding the discovery of one of the assassin order’s bureaus to the italian brotherhood, a plan of attack which was foiled thanks to his efforts, no doubt sparing the lives of the assassins which resided there. though there is a wish to learn more of those he had been taught to know as the enemy, he understands that an introduction of both his blood and his name would likely result in his death rather than a place of mutual trust and resentment.”

BACKGROUND

rafaello grew up fairly privileged, attached to his governess’ hip as a young child. he would cling to her constantly, desperate for affection and attention. she gave in to most of his wants and he grew to be a spoiled child. prone to tantrums and tears when not given his way. he did not see much of rodrigo during this time of his life. 

few years after renata’s birth, rafaello was no longer allowed to see his former governess, instead beginning a series of tutors he considered boring that sought to teach him various things- languages, history, sword fighting. rafaello cared little for most of it, only truly enjoying sword fighting.

as a teenager, rafaello cares little for the politics surrounding his father, focusing on selfish whims and desires. he runs as wild as he is allowed to by his name, begins to imagine a romanticized version of joining the military and becoming a proud general. 

during this time in his life, rafaello is incredibly arrogant & truthfully a bit of a brat. he is naive to the inner workings of what cesario and his father do, choosing to indulge in his own hobbies and trouble. 

when rodrigo is named pope, rafaello’s world begins to shift. this is when he learns the reality of how his father holds the power he does, he is beginning to be pulled into the dirty work so to say. 

his arrogance shifts more into anger and disgust at his family, he’s never really liked rodrigo but the reality of who cesario is upsets rafaello enough to where he briefly becomes a pest to rodrigo and he gets sent off to the military. 

while enlisted, rafaello changed incredibly more, he begins to witness death and battle for the first time and it changes his perspective. when he’s gifted the gandia title, rafaello is further disgusted, feels as if though rodrigo is trying to pacify him with titles. 

PRESENT DAY 

rafaello is aware of the disgrace he is to his father, he knows he does not hold the same accolades as cesario in his eyes. the reality that the borgia name must end with him is setting in more. 

the tip he sent in to help prevent his brother & father’s plan weighs on him, he wishes to live a life like the assassins' do- free of title, of the past, and working for what he perceives as the good of society. however he knows his last name hangs like an hourglass above his head, he is distrusted both in his family and out of it. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

tbd but the usuals !! friends, enemies, lovers !!

[radiqueer]

one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better

[anonymouslylovesyou]

If you are a wlw, ex or current gifted child, eldest daughter, or you had good grades and suffered for it you now kin Teruhashi

[star-anise]

There has never actually been any evidence that being the smartest kid in your class, having an absurdly high IQ, or being designated as a “Gifted” child means you’re actually very statistically likely to become an amazingly pre-eminent adult, a leader in your field, an internationally renowned scholar or artist. 

I mean sure, there’s a chance, but it’s not like Every Other Gifted Child Ever is just going to go take the world by storm and you’re completely failing to fulfill your destiny by being... an ordinary adult who has friends, does work, stays alive, and contributes to your community in an ordinary way. 

Lewis Terman invented the Stanford-Binet IQ test in 1916, and is the father of Gifted education in America. He wanted to disprove the common theory then that child prodigies were “early ripe, early rot”, destined to miserable adulthoods. Beginning in 1921, he identified over a thousand exceptional children in California, did his best to get them advantages over other students, and followed them into adulthood.

I’ve spent some time looking over Volume V, his 35-year followup report, “The Gifted Group at Mid Life”. I’ll focus on the men, since this is a generation born in 1910 and the numbers for the women are depressing.

He doesn’t actually calculate the number of men in his studies who are “eminent” in their fields. I’ll be very generous and count them as though they’re all separate people, even though the numbers probably overlap. Of the 784 men who had kept up with his study by 1955, he describes: 70 listed in American Men of Science, 3 elected to the National Academy of Sciences, 10 non-scientists in the Directory of American Scholars, and 31 in Who's Who in America. He says that "8 or 10" have achieved international recognition for their achievements.

Put all together at the highest possible estimate, I count that as 122/784, or 15% who are remarkable adults.

He then reports "80 or 90 men whose vocational achievements fall considerably short of the standard set by the group as a whole"; this is about 10% of them. Footnotes imply these are often for reasons of trauma, alcoholism, or illness.  

He also notes that although his study has 40 artists and musicians and 34 writers, none of the artists or musicians had achieved eminence, and only a few writers achieved moderate critical success.

This is the seminal study of Gifted education, you guys.

Funnily enough, Gifted ed doesn’t tend to do a whole lot of longitudinal studies! Sure, some find similar things to Terman, but others find things like “13 years after a program for disadvantaged Gifted youth, 68% of them had graduated high school.”

These days the focus has shifted: Since it’s known that high-IQ children are disappointingly unlikely to win Nobel prizes (aren’t we all though), many people are asking: Which traits SHOULD we focus on to find children who will become eminent adults?

This leaves former Gifted children in the dust. 75% of the boys Terman studied were just... ordinary. They were businessmen, academics, skilled tradesmen, secretaries, salesmen, and cashiers. They were sons, brothers, friends, mentors, husbands, and fathers. They didn’t become international sensations, but they lived relatively stable, prosperous lives.

Dare I suggest that the education of weird and exceptional children focus not on the race to the top, but on getting them to adulthood in one piece? That children who learn at a different rate from their peers get attention and education that fulfills their needs not because one day they’re gonna be rich and buy everybody Porsches, but because they’re... children who deserve an education that doesn’t do them a fundamental disservice?

Oh, and if you’re a former gifted kid feeling bad about not “living up to your potential”?

Fuck that, you’re fine as you are. We’re the majority.

[kawuli]

While we're on the whole Gifted Child Anonymous kick...

My school system had one class from 2nd-6th grade that was for Gifted students, like I had the same classmates except a few people who moved away or joined later. Most of those same kids were in my honors classes through high school. (this made for ......weird social dynamics)

One of the weird parts for me was that most of the other kids had wealthy, involved parents who like... enforced homework time and helped with organizing projects and memorizing times tables and stuff?

Whereas my folks were lower middle class and grew up going to rural schools where that level of parent involvement was just... not a thing. "Do you have homework?" "Nothing due tomorrow" "OK" was about as far as that went. With bonus "why haven't you been working on this already?" when I was panicking about finishing some big assignment the night before the deadline...

So here I was with my undiagnosed ADHD disaster brain not quite realizing that ALSO, the Good Kids had project managers helping them out and I was freelancing.

[tenderwiki]

Because gifted children are able to consider the possibilities of how things might be, they tend to be idealists. However, they are simultaneously able to see that the world is falling short of how it might be. Because they are intense, gifted children feel keenly the disappointment and frustration which occurs when ideals are not reached. Similarly, these youngsters quickly spot the inconsistencies, arbitrariness and absurdities in society and in the behaviors of those around them. Traditions are questioned or challenged. For example, why do we put such tight sex-role or age-role restrictions on people? Why do people engage in hypocritical behaviors in which they say one thing and then do another? Why do people say things they really do not mean at all? Why are so many people so unthinking and uncaring in their dealings with others? How much difference in the world can one person's life make?

When gifted children try to share these concerns with others, they are usually met with reactions ranging from puzzlement to hostility. They discover that others, particularly of their age, clearly do not share these concerns, but instead are focused on more concrete issues and on fitting in with others' expectations. Often by even first grade, these youngsters, particularly the more highly gifted ones, feel isolated from their peers and perhaps from their families as they find that others are not prepared to discuss such weighty concerns.

When their intensity is combined with multi-potentiality, these youngsters become particularly frustrated with the existential limitations of space and time. There simply aren't enough hours in the day to develop all of the talents that many of these children have. Making choices among the possibilities is indeed arbitrary; there is no "ultimately right" choice. Even choosing a vocation can be difficult if one is trying to make a career decision between essentially equal passion, talents and potential in violin, neurology, theoretical mathematics and international relations.

The reaction of gifted youngsters (again with intensity) to these frustrations is often one of anger. But they quickly discover that their anger is futile, for it is really directed at "fate" or at other matters which they are not able to control. Anger that is powerless evolves quickly into depression.

[lemonsharks]

TUE said Laurent's father, Alexander Simons, had "repeated his explicit wish that his son should obtain his bachelor degree at the age of 9, which means that Laurent must successfully complete his bachelor within ten months for a study that normally lasts three years."

NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK.

WHY SO THESE PEOPLE STILL HAVE CUSTODY OF THIS NINE YEAR OLD CHILD

WHY WOULD ANY UNIVERSITY ACCEPT A FUCKIN NINE YEAR OLD AS A FULL TIME STUDENT.