#gale : yazmin

[dizzyizzystiddies]

The centenary special was really just a test of who is a true whovian

[mxllitiam]

WHEN: day 4, medwing CLOSED for @fatefought

gale insists to his mother that he is perfectly okay, but when he's taken to sit on one of the available beds, he all but crumbles into it. they shove a mask onto his face, something that makes the air feel incredibly crisp and fresh when he takes it in. he didn't have difficulty breathing, he told them that, but this feels so nice he can't find it in himself to complain. it's like taking a deep breath in the woods, after spending all week in the mines. he had held on as far as he could, pushed off exhaustion in favor of seeing his mother, and everyone that he'd checked on after that. he had insisted to hazelle that he was fine, he just needed a plate of food and to clean the soot off his skin, he didn't need them to waste all this fancy medical paraphernalia on him.

and yet, here he is, sitting on this hospital bed, connected to an oxygen tube, holding his eyes closed when the world around him spins. so much for being strong, fatigue of the last three days has finally caught up to him. he actually shuts down and sleeps for a few seconds -- or minutes, he doesn't know --, sitting up, and when he blinks his eyes back open there's a different nurse in front of him.

"i'm fine," he protests to her, as he had done to everyone else. he sees her picking up a contraption that connects to her ears, and only with that movement, his eyes focus on her face. he recognizes her, but can't quite place from where, the thought is just out of his reach. his eyebrows furrow, his hands clutch at the edge of the bed to hold himself upright without swaying. "'m sorry, ma'am, do we know each other? gale hawthorne, from twelve."

[dellcartwrights]

There had been a time when Delly would have cried without a second thought. She had never been one to suppress her emotions back home. Delly would cry quite freely when she felt the need to, and Peeta or her parents were always there to comfort her. But now her parents and Peeta were gone, and she was so overwhelmed by the tragedy of it all that she worried that if she started to cry she would never stop. She had allowed herself to cry with Gale, but then she had told herself that she couldn't do it again.

"I can't start crying again. I'm scared if I start I won't be able to stop," she told Yazmin quietly. "Dirk needs me to be strong. So I have to be." Delly was still so overwhelmed by being thrust into this position of having to take care of her brother. She was scared to do something that would break him. Delly was glad, though, that the person who had come into the kitchen was Yazmin. She had just met her, but she already felt safe around her. Safe enough to open up about things.

She was glad for a distraction when Yazmin spoke up again. "I can help with that," she nodded her head. She didn't know if they were supposed to do this, but they could just feign ignorance if someone said something. "What about rice?" She offered. "Or sweet potatoes? We can just bake them."

delly's little brother, dirk, had remarked about peeta mellark when he was being examined after coming into district thirteen. yazmin had been glued to the screen during the quell, obsessively watching the games as well as the news surrounding them. she had heard about the closeness between the two from tweleve, but it had escaped her mind until the little boy referenced the missing victor. not having mentioned katniss, it had awoken that recollection. the eldest remaining cartwright had lost so many. yazmin hopes that the young woman's friend is still breathing, because maybe then it means her amara is too.

" you don't have to do that, " silverhorn remarks, lacklusterly pointing to the other's face. " there's no shame in crying, or feeling your feelings. you don't have to pretend you're fine when things ... well when they aren't. " yaz gives delly that, not remarking more. it's almost second nature to talk about. a lot of people she's worked with were dealing with grief ; a lot of people brush it off for the sake of others. some forms of coping are significantly better than others. everyone has their own thing. ( what's delly's ? )

" if you want to help though ... have any suggestions for a gluten free side ? i was never trained much as a nutritionist nor a chef, " she lightheartedly comments. eyes are scanning the shelves with limited things to choose from. technically, yazmin isn't even sure if she's allowed to be back here whether by clearance or health code reasons.

[sammy8d257]

AvA Human Band AU! 

Originally created by @kikoqueenofrats on the AvA Enthus Server but with permission I was allowed to adapt it into my own AU!

Synopsis:  Shay Becker (Second Coming) is a freshman at college and one day, they meet a group of four people “quietly” jamming out at the library using air guitars and pencils as drumsticks. Deciding that the guys were cool, Shay decides to join their table. After some bonding, Roy, Yaz, Grian, and Bo ask Shay to join their band, “The Stick Figures” and the rest is history! Now the 5 of them all live in an apartment together and play small sets at Paulie Violet’s bar while occasionally running into a tired office worker named Mr. Cohen, his rambunctious roommate “Dark Lord”, and the mysterious librarian Victor. 

More Character Info Down Below!

Shay Becker (The Second Coming)

Age: 19

Pronouns: Any Pronouns

Race: White/Asian 

Occupation: Animation Student at College

Instrument: Main Guitar in “The Stick Figures”

Info: Wanting to follow in the footsteps of their father, Shay is studying to become an animator in school. Although initially shy, Shay blended into the group’s dynamic very fast and soon they became their best friends.

Roy Scarlet (Red)

Age: 21

Pronouns: He/Him, occasionally They/Them

Race: Latino

Occupation: Animal Caretaking at a Technical School

Instrument: Keyboard in “The Stick Figures”

Info: Roy has a love for fighting and an even bigger love of animals. When he’s not at school or practicing the keyboard, Roy works at a local animal shelter. One of his favorites is a large black hound named Ender. Impulsive and a little airheaded, Roy is always there to help encourage and support his friends! 

Yazmin Goldfinch (Yellow)

Age: 20

Pronouns: They/Them

Race: Black

Occupation: Computer Science Major

Instrument: Drums in “The Stick Figures”

Info: The very definition of a college student, Yaz is always on the verge of either snapping or passing out. Loves playing pranks on their roommates with the help of Roy. Once they didn’t sleep for 36 hours straight and tried to fight ghosts in Paulie’s bar.

Grian Gale (Green)

Age: 21

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: White

Occupation: Architecture Major with a Minor is Music Composition

Instrument: Multi-instrument in “The Stick Figures”

Info: Grian is the over-achiever of the group, taking a little bit of everything in college, although his main drive is still architecture and music. The original creator of “The Stick Figures” band. The Meme Man of the group, he also occasionally streams playing video games. 

Bo Braxton (Blue)

Age: 20

Pronouns: They/She/He

Race: White

Occupation: Professional Cooking at Technical School

Instrument: Bass in “The Stick Figures”

Info: Bo’s passion is cooking and one day, they hope to become a professional chef and open up their own little restaurant. Aside from cooking, she’s also interested in chemistry and will pester Grian to let her borrow his old chemistry books. Bo also tends to the apartment’s community garden.

Paulie Violet (Purple)

Age: 22

Pronouns: They/Them

Race: Southeast Asian

Occupation: Owner and Bartender

Instrument: None (possibly main vocals in the future?)

Info: Paulie Violet owns and runs their own bar called “Kingdom Come”. They affectionately call the staff the “Villagers”. They also live in one of the apartments above the bar. Paulie made a deal with “The Stick Figures” so they could play at their bar during some nights. Likes singing but is embarrassed by it. 

“MT” aka “King” (King)

Age: 27

Pronouns: He/They

Race: White

Occupation: Landlord of Paulie’s Building

Instrument: Electric Guitar

Info: Not much is known about this guy except he owns the building that houses the Kingdom Come and where Paulie lives. Aside from harassing Paulie about the next payments, he also enjoys annoying them while they’re working. His vibes are a little rancid.

Mr. Cohen (The Chosen One)

Age: 28

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: East Asian

Occupation: Office Worker

Instrument: ???

Info: Mr. Cohen is a tired office worker who also does martial arts training on the side. Acquaintances turned best friends with his roommate “Dark Lord”. Like classical music but will also jam out to death metal (similarly to Retsuko in Aggretsuko).

Greg “Dark Lord (The Dark Lord)

Age: 27

Pronouns: He/Him 

Race: Asian

Occupation: ???/Leader of a Biker Gang

Instrument: ???

Info: Greg is his real name but refuses to go by it, preferring to go by his street name “Dark Lord”. Runs a Biker Gang called the “Virabots”. When not out on his motorcycle, he enjoys tinkering with old machines or bothering Cohen. The two of them form a balance between each other. 

Victor (Victim)

Age: 28

Pronouns: Any Pronouns, He/Him and They/Them are most common

Race: Asian/White

Occupation: Librarian/Popular Anonymous Musician known as “V”

Instrument: Vocals, Guitar, and Piano

Info: A mysterious person who works at the library “The Stick Figures” study at. When not working at the library, Vic makes music under the alias V. Their music is very popular and is one of Grian’s favorite artists. V has never shown their face in public and no one knows Victor is V.

I’ll hopefully be posting more art or ideas for this au soon! (I know for a fact I have a few Paulie Violet drawings on the backburner ^^) 

Feel free to send me questions if you guys have any!

[name-dealer]

Any names that start with B, E, G, H, I, J, Q, U, W, X, Y and Z? I'm trying to collect the whole alphabet

sure! these are mostly just from the top of my head so i’m sorry there’s not very many or if they aren’t the vibe you’re looking for.

B:

bennet

ben

benji

beldon

beck

beckett

bee/bea

belle

beatrice

bella

becca

beth

E:

edith

ester

east

easton

elm

earl

emmet

emma

emily

edris

ezra

esma

ezzy

G:

george

geo

gem

gemma

gale

gin

gary

H:

harper

hattie

harriet

hail

howard

heath

heather

I:

izzy

iggy

ian

ivy

isle

ingrid

isabella

J:

james

janie

jenny

jeff

jeffery

jack

jane

janet

jacques

jared

jean

Q:

quinn

quincy

quail

quill

quest

quintin

queen

quinby

quinnley

U:

ursula

uma

ulysses

uliana

ulysses

uri

urias

uthman

unity

usher

W:

winter/wynter

winn

whitney

willow

wiley

waverly

wynona/winona

wesley

west

wren

wyatt

wade

wilson

walter

wayne

wilder

wild

westin

wes

walker

X:

xander

xyla

xuri

xara

xylah

xylenna

xane

xaden/xayden

xavier

xayne

xyla

Y:

yvonne

yvette

yale

yasmine/yasmin/yazmin

yulia

yosef

yair

yakov

yoan

Z:

zack/zak

zachariah/zakariah

zoe/zoey

zara

zaya

zendaya

zelda

zachary

zavier

zayne

zion

zyla

zee

[fy-models]

Models

Alphabetical Order

A

Adut Akech

Adwoa Aboah

Alexis Ren

Alicia Herbeth

Aline Weber

Alyona Subbotina

Amber Heard

Amber Valletta

Angourie Rice

Ana Braga

Andrea Huther

Anna Ewers

Antonina Petkovic

Arianny Celeste

Ashley Benson

Aymeline Valade

B

Bella Hadid

Bella Thorne

Bianca Balti

Blake Lively

Bregje Heinen

Britt Robertson

Bryana Holly

C

Camila Cabello

Candice Swanepoel

Cara Delevingne

Carlson Young

Casey Batchelor

Chanel Stewart

Charlee Fraser

D

Daphne Groeneveld

Demi Lovato

Demi Rose

Diana Veras

Dianna Agron

Dora Stastna

E

Edita Vilkeviciute

Ekaterina Zueva

Elle Fanning

Elsa Hosk

Emilia Clarke

Emily Ratajkowski

Emma Roberts

Emmy Rappe

Eniko Mihalik

F

Frankie Gaff

Frida Aasen

G

Gigi Hadid

H

Hana Jirickova

Hannah Ferguson

Hailey Baldwin

Hayden Penettiere

Holland Roden

Holly Willoughby

I

Imaan Hammam

Ireland Baldwin

Irina Shayk

Iris Van Berne

J

Jena Goldsack

Jenna Dewan-Tatum

Jennifer Lawrence 

Jessica Chastain

Joan Smalls

Jodie Foster

Julia Stegner

K

Kaia Gerber

Kaley Cuoco

Karlie Kloss

Kate Bosworth

Kate Moss

Kate Upton

Katherine Henderson

Katherine McNamara

Kathryn Newton

Kelly Gale

Kim Naa Hee

L

Leticia Orchanheski

Lila Moss

Lili Simmons

Lily Aldridge

Lily Collins

Lily James

Lisanne de Jong

Liu Wen

Lottie Moss

M

Madison Beer

Magdalena Frackowiak

Maja Lundgren

Malgosia Bela

Manon Thiery

Marloes Horst

Meghan Markle

Mikaela Eisele

Mila Kunis

Milana Vayntrub

N

Nadja Bender

Nana Skovgaard

Natalie Dormer 

Nicole Meyer

O

.

P

Paris Berelc

Paris Hilton

Peyton R List

Q

Quincy Davis

R

Raquel Zimmermann

Rihanna

Rita Ora

Romee Strijd

Rowan Blanchard

S

Sandra Kubicka

Sanne Vloet

Sasha Pivovarova

Sarah Brannon

Selena Gomez

Sijia Kang

Snejana Onopka

Sophia Bush

Sophie Turner

Sonam Kapoor

Stella Maxwell

Stephanie Hill

Sui He

T

Tania Marie

Taissa Farmiga

Tatiana Bello

Taylor Swift

Toni Garrn

Tory Burch

U

.

V

Vanessa Moody

Victoria Justice

Vida Guerra

W

.

X

.

Y

Yazmin Oukhellou

Yuka Mannami

Z

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[dellcartwrights]

She realized with a sudden start that she had been right. Gale's mom did make it out of the Games. She had been so sure that Hazelle would be okay, but she had never thought that it would be her parents and their district that wouldn't be okay. So many people just...gone. In an instant. What did Twelve look like now? Burned to rubble? Was it possible that there had been survivors that they had missed? It was wishful thinking, and she was sure that the people in Thirteen would have checked before leaving Twelve.

"I told you that your mom would be okay," Delly said after a long moment, looking up at him. "Have you...you've seen her, right?" After so many days of watching the Games with him, she had been truly happy that she made it through the Games. She was so glad that they had managed to rescue a few of the remaining tributes. But they had lost some too. Amara. She thought of Yazmin's wife, even though she had never met the woman. What had happened to her? Was it like with Peeta? "You have to trust me more," Delly told him lightly, wanting to see him smile, and wanting a reason to smile too.

You're damn brilliant, Cartwright. Gale's words gave her butterflies in her stomach, even as she cried. "I'm not like you, Gale. I'm not...I don't know how to do this," she finally told him. How was she supposed to take care of her brother when she barely took care of herself?

It took her by surprise when Gale suddenly reached out and pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her. It felt safe, having his arms around her, as she cried into his chest. She was so grateful to him and for him. She had never expected to have Gale Hawthorne in her life, but this last week had bonded them, and she didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to lose him.

She cried for a long time, but eventually, the tears stopped, and she was left feeling...numb. She hadn't cried that much in a long time. Probably not since Peeta's reaping. She looked up at him, aware that she probably looked awful. "Thank you, Gale. For staying with me. And um, letting me cry. I'm so happy that I have you."

It was ironic how the radio silence worked both ways. Thirteen didn't know what was happening in Twelve, and Twelve had no idea who had made it to Thirteen, either. Gale hadn't even known if his mother had made it out of the arena, a pretty crucial piece of information, the hope of it alone had kept him alive in those three days. He asked about his mom to the first soldier he saw, and then he was on working mode again, doing before thinking, sending all of the injured and the kids and Katniss' family in the first few hovercrafts.

Later, he'd asked more. After a handful of hover trips had made their way back and forth and almost everyone was safe, he allowed himself the questions. There was a list of names he'd like to check on. For better or worse he'd be finding out their fates in a few hours, when he was transported to Thirteen as well, but he entertained his curiosity as he watched the last hours of stars in the Twelve sky. It was smart to prepare himself for what he would or wouldn't find in Thirteen. Delly Cartwright, he'd gotten to that name pretty quickly from his list, and the soldier thought about it for a moment before they nodded, too. Gale felt some heavy tension release from his shoulders -- for Dirk, first, and for himself, second.

It was unfair to put on any person the weight of helping him survive, but that was a part of how Gale loved. He'd done it to his mother, to Katniss, to all of his siblings. Delly had helped him through the past week and she'd become an important figure in his life, a steady safety net under the precarious balancing act of his life.

And to see her cry broke his heart. "Don't say that," he murmured, more of a desperate request and less of a demand. Dirk was a wonderful boy, it only made sense he'd be the brother of a girl who felt like sunshine in a bottle, there was no angle in which Delly did not deserve the kid. "You're damn brilliant, Cartwright." 

A dam broke and her tears fell more freely now, and Gale almost regretted bringing up her parents at all. She needed to know, but maybe he could've done it another time, maybe he should've waited, maybe this was another mistake he made. He was the one with blood-stained hands, the one holding the smoking gun to the corpses she cried over, he didn't feel like he had the right to comfort her. And yet, she wasn't pushing him away. She was still staying. He pulled her into his chest for another hug, his back curving and his arms squeezing around her as if he could create any kind of protective barrier around her that would make things better. "I'm so happy you're here, too. 'M sorry." He'd never stop apologizing. His chin rested on top of her head, his eyes closing. He knew the pain of losing a parent, the endless pit of grief that no words could fill up, he knew he couldn't bring much comfort to her now. "They loved ya, and they knew you loved them. That matters." It had to. He squeezed her closer and sighed against her hair. "Sorry. Just let me be sorry. 'S okay. You get to be sad and angry, too, y'know."

[mxllitiam]

from district six. gale's brain almost catches up to what that means, but before it can, yazmin is asking him a question. exhaustion makes the edge of everything hazy by now, as if he's only able to move through a slow-motion filter while the rest of the world skips frames. he's hoping he'll feel better once he gets some more water and food in him, he still has things to do, people to see. he might not be able to afford passing out for the rest of the day like his body seems keen on doing.

eyes blink slowly again. before he can answer, he looks at her again, scouts through her hands to find the ring on her finger so he can know how to properly address her. "district thirteen, ma'am." it's strange, getting checked by unknown staff like this, poked and prodded with their weird machinery. but the air that flows into his lungs is surprisingly fresh, so he's not complaining about the little tubes invading his nostrils.

her introduction comes to mind again, a beat too slow, and he racks his brain for the meaning behind it. yazmin isn't a familiar name. district six, transportation. it hits him then, with the expected delay, that one of his mother's allies had been a woman from district six, amara silverhorn -- he remembers her name now that he connects the dots between all the informaiton bits he has. "amara," he says, dumbly, before he scrambles to correct himself. "i mean-- sorry, ma'am, your... wife? she was with my ma, in the arena." now he knows he remembers yazmin from the parties, he'd seen the two together, hiding in some corner. she was another unlucky lottery winner, like he'd been. "i'd love to thank her, properly. is she around here too?"

a volunteer had been looking at the young man, their name was deborah. while making excellent strides, the volunteer only knew so much. so when gale hawthorne suddenly shut his eyes, she came running for yazmin. they treat her like a doctor here, casually ignoring that she only has training as a nurse. ( though in a place like six where medical staff was incredibly low in numbers, she had been treated the same there as well. ) she informs deborah that he is merely resting, but that she can take it from here.

he seemed unruly when hazelle brought him in, but he seemed at rest now. she intends to listen to each lung quadrant while he's resting his eyes like this. silverhorn wonders if he was running on adrenaline over the last four days. to her understanding, the young man was volunteering in the twelve mission ; he's barely above reaping age, he's just a baby in the grand scheme of things.

when eyes suddenly open, she's caught off guard but stethoscope gets put aside for a moment. she half expects him to ask where he is, instead he focuses on her. " no, we haven't had the chance to. i'm yazmin silverhorn, from six, " it'll probably mean next to nothing to him. she associates him with hazelle, a woman who spent the last week with her wife. oh her wife ... where is amara right now ? " do you know where you currently are, gale ? " she asks, his response will determine if she should chart that he's awake and alert.

[fatefought]

" you're right, you are in thirteen. it's a good sign that you can recount that, gale, " yazmin offers. the following assessment gets scribbled in dainty handwriting: awake and alert. some of the refugees haven't been so fortunate. their physical trauma cannot even begin to compare to the mental trauma of a bombing, yazmin assumes. nevertheless, she's meant to check on only the physical for now. ( she'll work harder to the future to advocate for mental health. ) many of the district twelve citizens came to thirteen dehydrated, lungs filled with fumes, lacerations, the list goes on. the medical staff in thirteen isn't equipped at the moment for the quantity. as more trained individuals come to the underground district and inexperienced volunteers receive training from the rebels, medical staff will increase. they'll fair for now.

hazelle's son asks a question that rocks her however. dark eyes move away from medical charting to the young man. it feels like she'd been punched and the wind has been taken out from her. she can't even been frustrated. it's a question with harmless intent behind it. " yes, mar and i are married. she'd been in alliance with your mother as well as devyn from three, " she states matter-of-factly, probably overexplaining. however with the aftermath of twelve, the younger rebel might be experiencing a fog surrounding the games. " unfortunately she didn't make it onto the hovercraft from the arena. other tributes did though ... including devyn. " yazmin puts on emphasis on the woman from three, as the polite, young man will likely want to thank her too.

from district six. gale's brain almost catches up to what that means, but before it can, yazmin is asking him a question. exhaustion makes the edge of everything hazy by now, as if he's only able to move through a slow-motion filter while the rest of the world skips frames. he's hoping he'll feel better once he gets some more water and food in him, he still has things to do, people to see. he might not be able to afford passing out for the rest of the day like his body seems keen on doing.

eyes blink slowly again. before he can answer, he looks at her again, scouts through her hands to find the ring on her finger so he can know how to properly address her. "district thirteen, ma'am." it's strange, getting checked by unknown staff like this, poked and prodded with their weird machinery. but the air that flows into his lungs is surprisingly fresh, so he's not complaining about the little tubes invading his nostrils.

her introduction comes to mind again, a beat too slow, and he racks his brain for the meaning behind it. yazmin isn't a familiar name. district six, transportation. it hits him then, with the expected delay, that one of his mother's allies had been a woman from district six, amara silverhorn -- he remembers her name now that he connects the dots between all the informaiton bits he has. "amara," he says, dumbly, before he scrambles to correct himself. "i mean-- sorry, ma'am, your... wife? she was with my ma, in the arena." now he knows he remembers yazmin from the parties, he'd seen the two together, hiding in some corner. she was another unlucky lottery winner, like he'd been. "i'd love to thank her, properly. is she around here too?"

[fatefought]

a volunteer had been looking at the young man, their name was deborah. while making excellent strides, the volunteer only knew so much. so when gale hawthorne suddenly shut his eyes, she came running for yazmin. they treat her like a doctor here, casually ignoring that she only has training as a nurse. ( though in a place like six where medical staff was incredibly low in numbers, she had been treated the same there as well. ) she informs deborah that he is merely resting, but that she can take it from here.

he seemed unruly when hazelle brought him in, but he seemed at rest now. she intends to listen to each lung quadrant while he's resting his eyes like this. silverhorn wonders if he was running on adrenaline over the last four days. to her understanding, the young man was volunteering in the twelve mission ; he's barely above reaping age, he's just a baby in the grand scheme of things.

when eyes suddenly open, she's caught off guard but stethoscope gets put aside for a moment. she half expects him to ask where he is, instead he focuses on her. " no, we haven't had the chance to. i'm yazmin silverhorn, from six, " it'll probably mean next to nothing to him. she associates him with hazelle, a woman who spent the last week with her wife. oh her wife ... where is amara right now ? " do you know where you currently are, gale ? " she asks, his response will determine if she should chart that he's awake and alert.

WHEN: day 4, medwing CLOSED for @fatefought

gale insists to his mother that he is perfectly okay, but when he's taken to sit on one of the available beds, he all but crumbles into it. they shove a mask onto his face, something that makes the air feel incredibly crisp and fresh when he takes it in. he didn't have difficulty breathing, he told them that, but this feels so nice he can't find it in himself to complain. it's like taking a deep breath in the woods, after spending all week in the mines. he had held on as far as he could, pushed off exhaustion in favor of seeing his mother, and everyone that he'd checked on after that. he had insisted to hazelle that he was fine, he just needed a plate of food and to clean the soot off his skin, he didn't need them to waste all this fancy medical paraphernalia on him.

and yet, here he is, sitting on this hospital bed, connected to an oxygen tube, holding his eyes closed when the world around him spins. so much for being strong, fatigue of the last three days has finally caught up to him. he actually shuts down and sleeps for a few seconds -- or minutes, he doesn't know --, sitting up, and when he blinks his eyes back open there's a different nurse in front of him.

"i'm fine," he protests to her, as he had done to everyone else. he sees her picking up a contraption that connects to her ears, and only with that movement, his eyes focus on her face. he recognizes her, but can't quite place from where, the thought is just out of his reach. his eyebrows furrow, his hands clutch at the edge of the bed to hold himself upright without swaying. "'m sorry, ma'am, do we know each other? gale hawthorne, from twelve."