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Everyday pt. 5

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n meow meow meow credits all to ''every day'' by david levithan

Day 6001

The next morning, I am even farther from Hanni.

I’m four hours away, and in the body of Kim Weiss. Luckily, Kim has a laptop that I can check before we go to school.

There’s an email waiting from Hanni.

Haruto!

I’m so glad you emailed, because I lost the slip of paper that I wrote your email on. It was wonderful talking and dancing with you, too. How dare the police break us up! You’re my type, personwise, too. Even if you don’t believe in relationships that last longer than a year. (I’m not saying you’re wrong, btw. Jury’s still out.)

I never thought I’d say this, but I hope Yunjin has another party soon. If only so you can bear witness to its evil.

Love,

Hanni

I can imagine her smiling when she wrote this, and this makes me smile, too.

Then I open my other account, and there’s another email from Haruto.

I have given the police this email address. Don’t think you can get away with this.

The police?

Quickly I type Haruto’s name into a search engine. A news item comes up, dated this morning.

THE DEVIL MADE HIM DO IT

Local boy, pulled over by police, claims demonic possession

When police officers found Haruto Watanabe, 19, of 22 Arden Lane, sleeping in his vehicle along the side of Route 23 early Sunday morning, they had no idea the story he would tell. Most teenagers would blame their condition on alcohol use, but not Watanabe. He claimed no knowledge of how he had gotten where he was. The answer, he said, was that he must have been possessed by a demon.

“It was like I was sleepwalking,” Watanabe tells the Crier. “The whole day, this thing was in charge of my body. It made me lie to my parents and drive to a party in a town I’ve never been to. I don’t really remember the details. I only know it wasn’t me.”

To make matters more mysterious, Watanabe says that when he returned home, someone else’s email was on his computer.

“I wasn’t myself,” he says.

Officer Lance Houston of the state police says that because there was no sign of alcohol use and because the car wasn’t reported stolen, Watanabe was not being charged with any offense.

“Look, I’m sure he has reasons for saying what he’s saying. All I can tell you is that he didn’t do anything illegal,” says Houston.

But that’s not enough for Watanabe.

“If anyone else has experienced this, I want them to come forward,” he says. “I can’t be the only one.”

It’s a local paper’s website, nothing to worry too much about. And the police don’t seem to feel it’s a particularly pressing case. But still, I’m worried. In all my years, I’ve never had someone do this to me before.

It’s not that I can’t imagine how it happened: Haruto is woken up on the side of the road by a police officer tapping on his window. Maybe there are even flashing lights bathing the darkness in red and blue. Within seconds, Haruto realizes what kind of trouble he’s in—it’s well past midnight, and his parents are going to kill him. His clothes smell like cigarettes and alcohol, and he has no way of remembering whether or not he was drunk or high. He is a blank—a sleepwalker waking up. Only … he has a sense of me. Some lone memory of not being himself. When the officer asks him what’s going on, he says he doesn’t know. When the officer asks him where he’s been, he says he doesn’t know. The officer gets him out of the car, makes him take a Breathalyzer test. Haruto proves to be stone-cold sober. But the officer still wants answers, so Haruto tells him the truth—that his body was taken over. Only, he can’t imagine anyone who takes over bodies except for the devil. This is going to be his story. He is a good kid—he knows that everybody will back him up on that. They’re going to believe him.

The officer just wants him to get home safely. Maybe he even escorts Haruto home, calling ahead to his parents. They’re awake when Haruto gets there. They’re angry and concerned. He repeats his story to them. They don’t know what to believe. Meanwhile, some reporter hears the officer talking about it on the shortwave, or maybe it gets around the station. The teenager who snuck off to a party and then tried to blame it on the devil. The reporter calls the Watanabe home on Sunday, and Haruto decides to talk. Because that will make it more real, won’t it?

I feel both guilty and defensive. Guilty because I did this to Haruto, whatever my intentions. Defensive because I certainly didn’t force him to react in this way, which will only make it worse for him, if not me.

In the one-in-a-million chance that Haruto can persuade someone to trace my emails, I realize I can’t check this account from people’s homes anymore. Because if he can do that, he’ll be able to chart most of the houses I’ve been in over the past two or three years … which will lead to a lot of confusing conversations.

Part of me wants to write back to him, to explain. But I’m not sure any explanation will be enough. Especially because I don’t have most of the answers. I gave up on figuring out why a long time ago. I am guessing Haruto won’t give up as easily.

Kim Weiss’s boyfriend, Sam, likes to kiss her. A lot. Public, private—it doesn’t matter. If he gets a chance to make a move, he does.

I am not in the mood.

Kim quickly comes down with a cold. The kissing stops, and the doting begins. Sam is rather smitten, and he surrounds Kim with the sweet quicksand of his love. From recent memories, I can tell that Kim is usually just as willing to do the same. Everything comes second to being with Sam. It’s a miracle that she still has friends.

There’s a quiz in science. Judging from my accessing, it appears that I know more about the subject than Kim does. It’s her lucky day.

I am dying to get on one of the school computers, but I have to get rid of Sam first. Even though I’ve separated them at the lips, I can’t seem to get Sam and Kim separated at the hips. At lunch, he puts one of his hands in her back pocket while he eats, and then pouts when Kim doesn’t do the same thing. They then have study hall together, and he spends all of it stroking her and talking to her about the movie they saw last night.

Eighth period is the only class they don’t have together, so I decide to run with it. As soon as Sam drops her off at the classroom door, I have her go to the teacher, say she’s going to the nurse, and head straight to the library.

First, I finish forwarding all my emails from my old account. All that remains are the two emails from Haruto; I can’t bring myself to delete them, just as I can’t bring myself to delete the account. For some reason, I want him to be able to contact me. I feel that much responsibility.

I load up the new email account, with the intention of writing Hanni back. Much to my surprise, there’s already another email from her. Giddy, I open it.

Haruto,

Apparently, Yunjin doesn’t have a cousin Haruto, and none of his cousins were at his party. Care to explain?

-Hanni

I don’t deliberate. I don’t weigh my options. I just type and hit send.

Hanni,

I can, indeed, explain. Can we meet up? It’s the kind of explanation that needs to be done in person.

Love,

-Haruto

It’s not that I’m planning to tell the truth. I just want to give myself time to think of the best lie.

The last bell rings, and I know Sam will be looking for Kim soon. When I find him at his locker, he acts as if we haven’t seen each other in weeks. When I kiss him, I pretend I am practicing for Hanni. When I kiss him, it feels almost disloyal to Hanni. When I kiss him, my mind is hours away, with her.

Day 6002

The universe, it seems, is on my side the next morning, because when I wake up in the body of Oh Hae-won, I also wake up a mere hour away from Hanni.

Then, when I check my email, there’s a message from her.

Haruto,

This better be a good explanation. I’ll meet you in the coffee shop at the Clover Bookstore at 5.

Hanni

To which I reply:

Hanni,

I’ll be there. Although not in a way you might expect.

Bear with me and hear me out.

Oh Hae-won is going to have to leave cheerleading practice a little early today. I go through her closet and pick the outfit that most looks like something Hanni would wear; I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them. And whatever I do, I am going to need all the trust I can get.

The whole day, I think about what I’m going to say to her, and what she’s going to say. It feels entirely dangerous to tell her the truth. I have never told anyone the truth. I have never come close.

But none of the lies fit well. And the more I stumble through possible lies, I realize I am heading in the direction of telling her everything. I am learning that a life isn’t real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

If I’ve gotten used to my life, could somebody else?

If she believes in me, if she feels the enormity like I do, she will believe in this.

And if she doesn’t believe in me, if she doesn’t feel the enormity, then I will simply seem like one more crazy person let loose on the world.

There’s not much to lose in that.

But, of course, it will feel like losing everything.

I manufacture a doctor’s appointment for Haewon, and at four o’clock, I’m on the road to Hanni’s town.

There’s some traffic, and I get a little lost, so I’m ten minutes late to the bookstore. I look in the café window and see her sitting there, flipping through a magazine, looking up at the door every now and then. I want to keep her like this, hold her in this moment. I know everything is about to change, and I fear that one day I will long for this minute before anything is said, that I will want to travel back in time and undo what’s coming next.

Haewon is not, of course, who Hanni’s looking for. So she’s a little startled when I come over to her table and sit down.

“I’m sorry—that seat’s taken,” she says.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Haruto sent me.”

“He sent you? Where is he?” Hanni is looking around the room, as if he’s hiding somewhere behind a bookshelf.

I look around, too. There are other people near us, but none of them seem to be within earshot. I know I should ask Hanni to take a walk with me, that there shouldn’t be any people around when I tell her. But I don’t know why she’d go with me, and it would probably scare her if I asked. I will have to tell her here.

“Hanni,” I say. I look in her eyes, and I feel it again. That connection. That feeling of so much beyond us. That recognition.

I don’t know if she feels it, too, not for sure, but she stays where she is. She returns my gaze. She holds the connection.

“Yes?” she whispers.

“I need to tell you something. It’s going to sound very, very strange. What I need is for you to listen to the whole story. You will probably want to leave. You might want to laugh. But I need you to take this seriously. I know it will sound unbelievable, but it’s the truth. Do you understand?”

There is fear in her eyes now. I want to reach out my hand and hold hers, but I know I can’t. Not yet.

I keep my voice calm. True.

“Every morning, I wake up in a different body. It’s been happening since I was born. This morning, I woke up as Oh Hae-won, who you see right in front of you. Three days ago, last Saturday, it was Haruto Watanabe. Two days before that, it was Ahn Yujin, who visited your school and spent the day with you. And last Monday, it was Minji, your girlfriend. You thought you went to the ocean with her, but it was really me. That was the first time we ever met, and I haven’t been able to forget you since.”

I pause.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Hanni says. “You have to be kidding.”

I press on. “When we were on the beach, you told me about the mother-daughter fashion show that you and your mother were in, and how it was probably the last time you ever saw her in makeup. When Yujin asked you to tell her about something you’d never told anyone else, you told her about trying to pierce your own ear when you were ten, and she told you about reading Judy Blume’s Forever. Haruto came over to you as you were sorting through CDs, and he sang a song that you and Minji sang during the car ride to the ocean. He told you he was Yunjin’s cousin, but he was really there to see you. He talked to you about being in a relationship for over a year, and you told him that deep down Minji cares a lot about you, and he said that deep down isn’t good enough. What I’m saying is that … all of these people were me. For a day. And now I’m Oh Hae-won, and I want to tell you the truth before I switch again. Because I think you’re remarkable. Because I don’t want to keep meeting you as different people. I want to meet you as myself.”

I look at the disbelief on her face, searching for one small possibility of belief. I can’t find it.

“Did Minji put you up to this?” she says, disgust in her voice. “Do you really think this is funny?”

“No, it’s not funny,” I say. “It’s true. I don’t expect you to understand right away. I know how crazy it sounds. But it’s true. I swear, it’s true.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I don’t even know you!”

“Listen to me. Please. You know it wasn’t Minji with you that day. In your heart, you know. She didn’t act like Minji. She didn’t do things Minji does. That’s because it was me. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. But it happened. And I can’t erase it. I can’t ignore it. I have lived my whole life like this, and you’re the thing that has made me wish it could stop.”

The fear is still there in her face, in her body. “But why me? That makes no sense.”

“Because you’re amazing. Because you’re kind to a random girl who just shows up at your school. Because you also want to be on the other side of the window, living life instead of just thinking about it. Because you’re beautiful. Because when I was dancing with you in Yunjin’s basement on Saturday night, it felt like fireworks. And when I was lying on the beach next to you, it felt like perfect calm. I know you think that Minji loves you deep down, but I love you through and through.”

“Enough!” Hanni’s voice breaks a little as she raises it. “It’s just—enough, okay? I think I understand what you’re saying to me, even though it makes no sense whatsoever.”

“You know it wasn’t her that day, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything!” This is loud enough that a few people look our way. Hanni notices, and lowers her voice again. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

She’s near tears. I reach out and take her hand. She doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t pull away.

“I know it’s a lot,” I tell her. “Believe me, I know.”

“It’s not possible,” she whispers.

“It is. I’m the proof.”

When I pictured this conversation in my head, I could imagine it going in two ways: revelation or revulsion. But now we’re stuck somewhere in between. She doesn’t think I’m telling the truth—not to the point that she can believe it. And at the same time, she hasn’t stormed out, she hasn’t maintained that it’s just a sick joke someone is playing on her.

I realize: I am not going to convince her. Not like this. Not here.

“Look,” I say, “what if we met here again tomorrow at the same time? I won’t be in the same body, but I’ll be the same person. Would that make it easier to understand?”

She’s skeptical. “But couldn’t you just tell someone else to come here?”

“Yes, but why would I? This isn’t a prank. This isn’t a joke. It’s my life.”

“You’re insane.”

“You’re just saying that. You know I’m not. You can sense that much.”

Now it’s her turn to look me in the eye. Judge me. See what connection she can find.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

“Today I’m Oh Hae-won.”

“No. I mean your real name.”

My breath catches. Nobody has ever asked me this before. And I’ve certainly never offered it.

“Yn,” I say.

“Just Yn?”

“Just Yn. I came up with it when I was a little kid. It was a way of keeping myself whole, even as I went from body to body, life to life. I needed something pure. So I went with Yn.”

“What do you think about my name?”

“I told you the other night. I think it’s beautiful, even if you once found it hard to spell.”

She stands up from her chair. I stand up, too.

She holds there. I can tell there are lots of thoughts she’s considering, but I have no idea what they are. Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

“Hanni,” I say.

She holds up her hand for me to stop.

“No more,” she tells me. “Not now. Tomorrow. I’ll give you tomorrow. Because that’s one way to know, isn’t it? If what you say is happening is really happening—I mean, I need more than a day.”

“Thank you,” I tell her.

“Don’t thank me until I show up,” she says. “This is all really confusing.”

“I know.”

She puts on her jacket and starts heading for the door. Then she turns around to me one last time.

“The thing is,” she says, “I didn’t really feel it was her that day. Not completely. And ever since then, it’s like she wasn’t there. She has no memory of it. There are a million possible explanations for that, but there it is.”

“There it is,” I agree.

She shakes her head.

“Tomorrow,” I say.

“Tomorrow,” she says, a little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

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thedabara · 2 years ago

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ACTRESSES WHO DIED 1967

Vivien Leigh at 53 from tuberculosis

Jayne Mansfield at 34 from car crash

Ann Sheridan at 51 from cancer

Kaaren Verne at 49 from heart ailment

Françoise Dorléac at 25 from car crash

Jester Naefe at 42 from multiple sclerosis

Barbara Payton at 39 from heart failure

Martine Carol at 46 from heart attack

Hanni Weisse at 75 from unknown events

Jobyna Ralston at 67 from pneumonia

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vestatilleys · 5 years ago

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Hanni Weisse, 1920′s.

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mudwerks · 7 years ago

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Hanni Weisse

German postcard in the Film Sterne Series by Rotophot, no. 116/1, 1928-1929. Photo: Becker & Maas, Berlin.

#Hanni Weisse #postcard #vintage #Film Sterne Series #Rotophot #1929 #Becker & Maas #dog

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artdecoblog · 8 years ago

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Hanni Weisse <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/truusbobjantoo/">by Truus, Bob & Jan too!</a> Via Flickr: German postcard by Ross Verlag, no. 3459/1, 1928-1929. Photo: Atelier Badekow Berlin.

German actress Hanni Weisse (1892-1967) belonged to the great film divas of the early German silent film. She was able to maintain her stardom till the 1920s.

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postcard-from-the-past · 7 months ago

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German film actress Hanni Weisse on a vintage postcard

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kayflapper · 28 days ago

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Hanni Weisse, c. 1935.

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beautifulcentury · 8 years ago

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Hanni Weisse <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/truusbobjantoo/">by Truus, Bob & Jan too!</a> Via Flickr: German postcard. Photochemie, No. K222. Photo Alex Binder, Berlin.

Hanni Weisse (1892-1967) belonged to the great film divas of the early German silent film. She was able to maintain her stardom till the late 1920s.

For more postcards, a bio and clips check out our blog European Film Star Postcards or follow us at Tumblr or Pinterest.

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lostfunzones · 4 years ago

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German postcard / German actress Hanni Weisse (1892-1967) belonged to the great film divas of the early German silent film. She was able to maintain her stardom till the 1920s.

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et-lesailes · 5 years ago

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i’ll help you // part two

PART ONE

pairing: michael weiss x reader

word count: 1508

summary: you and mike have finally achieved having a healthy and loving relationship.

themes: romance, angst

WARNINGS: mentions of drug use and death

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“C’mon, c’mon-- it’s a fuckin’ party, no more work talk. Get outta here with that bullshit. Have a fuckin’ drink, c’mon.”

You rolled your eyes fondly upon hearing your boyfriend’s strong Boston accent, striding up to the bar of the house party and placing a hand on his shoulder, arching a brow. “But none for you, correct?” He scoffed and threw an arm around you, pulling you into his body. “The fuck do I need a drink for when my girl’s way more intoxicating?”

“Smooth.” You replied sarcastically, but couldn’t help but smile as you leaned into his hold.

The past year had been rocky, to say the least. It usually was, recovering from addiction. There were times where you had been frustrated, angry, miserable-- you had even gone as far as to quit your job at Weiss & Danziger because seeing Mike high and fucked up when he consistently promised to quit was too much. The two of you broke up for a good month or so before you gave in, getting back together with him. You loved him. You had to accept that. And you had to be patient.

That didn’t mean the fights stopped. The second you thought he was improving, he’d be taking pills whenever he thought you weren’t looking. You even received concerned messages from his students who had seen him out at clubs or parties. You felt trapped. Besides for the drugs, he was an excellent boyfriend-- truly attentive, observant, and had no issues showing his admiration and love for you. He wouldn’t even look at other women, despite the countless drugged out, barely legal affairs from before showing up at his door. He loved you.

But he was struggling from a disease.

It took his literal death for him to finally, finally understand.

You had been at your parents’ place for the weekend. You needed to get away, being around him was suffocating. The problem with dating a lawyer was that he knew just how to talk. He was manipulative without even trying. It was practically in his DNA; your own bedroom would turn into a goddamn courtroom. And so, understandably, a break was much needed.

He was depressed. Miserable. Terrified of losing you, but too stubborn and too deep into his addiction. You had been sitting at the dinner table when you received a phone call from the hospital informing you that Mike had overdosed and had quite literally been declared dead for three minutes before the paramedics had managed to revive him.

You had rushed to the hospital-- to this day you were unsure how the hell you had made it there in one piece, considering your tears had been blurring your vision the entire time. You burst into the room only to see that he had been crying too, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot, and dark circles extending to his cheeks. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before the waterworks began again, you screaming and bawling about how worried you were, him apologizing over and over again looking both frustrated and anguished at the same time.

“If you want me to stay, Mike,” you managed to finally sputter through your sobs, “you need to get help.”

And that he did. He was sent to rehab, and there he stayed for three months. For obvious reasons, it was horrible in the beginning. He was sick, angry, lashing out, depressed, suicidal-- but he was getting help, and so you stuck to your promise. You stayed. You were patient, and you were there for him when barely anyone else was. When he was finally released, it felt like a dream. He was finally wholly the man you had fallen for to begin with-- the man you would catch glimpses of those rare moments he wasn’t high, the man who was filled with love and compassion despite sometimes seeming so cold and calculating. Of course, he wasn’t perfect. There were times he was tempted to relapse, but you were there to talk sense into him. There were still fights, but every healthy couple had those. It finally felt like the two of you were in a real functioning relationship, and you could finally be wholeheartedly proud of the man you loved so much.

You convinced him to avoid parties for a while, which was difficult for him- he was an extroverted guy, and one of his ways of unwinding after a long day of work was spending quality time with people. Still, the temptation of alcohol and drugs was far too risky.

Now that it had been four months since he had been released, the two of you were finally out at your first social gathering together in months. And he was doing wonderfully. He was still the same old Mike-- witty, loud, blunt, and a bit of a smart-ass, and you loved all of it.

“You having fun, sweetheart?” he questioned, holding his arm around you as he gestured to the bar with his other hand. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” You shook your head with a smile; ever since he had become sober, you had also decided to stop drinking to help encourage him. “I’m good. And yes, I am having fun. It’s been forever since we’ve done this, it feels kinda good being around all these people again,” you remarked as you looked around at your friends. “Mm, it does, but if we’re bein’ perfectly honest I just wanna bring you back home and fuck you into tomorrow.” He replied bluntly, and you blinked before laughing loudly. “Michael! Please, can you be appropriate for at least five seconds?” you jokingly scolded, and he laughed as he pulled you into a rough hug, playfully shaking you around. “It’s all your fault, you’re just so damn pretty all the time I can't help but be aroused! Be ugly for once in your life, huh? That’s all I’m sayin’.”

You laughed as you let him jostle you about, wrapping your arms back around him to return the embrace. “Please. You’ve seen what I look like completely sleep deprived and bawling my eyes out like a little baby. You know perfectly well I’m not always pretty.” You teased- you were expecting some banter in return, just like there usually was with Mike, but instead he pulled back and looked down at you with a more serious expression. “Yeah. I have, and I was the reason for it. And I never, ever want to see it again, baby doll.” You blinked when you saw the sadness in his blue eyes, frowning lightly as you reached up to gently touch his beard. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that, I was only kidding around. You make me happier and happier everyday, Mike, I’ve never felt so complete with someone. Honestly.”

He barely smiled but you could tell he was still somewhat melancholy. Rehab really had changed him; you noticed the lawyer expressed much more serious, sentimental and heartfelt emotions with you ever since he had been released, but you appreciated this. In the past, he had been a little too rational minded, only thinking of things in straight lines with no gray areas. “I just need you to know I love you.” He mumbled, taking your hands in his. “And I don’t think I could ever stop apologizing for everything I’ve done to you. And even then, a million apologies wouldn’t be enough.”

“But you learned from your mistakes,” you gently reassured him, squeezing his hands, “and you were able to be brave and take the step needed to make our relationship work. I knew I loved you for a reason, Mike, and it’s because of this. You’re resilient and you’re compassionate. You’re a lawyer because you care about standing up for what’s right, and you’re my boyfriend because you care about me.” You leaned upwards to kiss him gently, rubbing his fingers with yours. “So thank you. For working so hard and fighting your addiction. I love you so much.”

When you pulled back, his eyes were already somewhat wet. You smiled, shaking your head to yourself as you reached up to caress his cheek with your thumb. “Hey, mister, don’t you dare fucking cry because you know I will too…”

He chuckled lowly and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. “Christ, I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore. Cryin’ at a fuckin’ party like some sorority chick who drank too much Franzia. Why do you even put up with me?”

“Didn’t I just give you that spiel? Gosh, Mike, do you even listen to me?” you joked, though hugged him back just as tight, sighing in content. “Maybe we’re both nearing our limits with the whole party scene, because going back home and cuddling up in bed and watching a movie sounds… way better right now.”

“Agreed.” He scoffed, pulling back though keeping one arm around you as he looked around. “Fuck this place. C’mon baby, let’s head back home.”

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one-1-year-gone · 5 years ago

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Wow, zwoi hundert (200) täg bini scho da und jetzt channi echt säge, dass ich es am gnüsse bin. Ja, ich fühl mich ihbezoge, han schottischi kollege, chume öppe druss was abgaht. Und jetzt gahni fasch scho wieder hei, huere schiissdreck. Ih drü (3) mönet und vierezwänzg (24) täg flügi wieder hei. Mal luege öbs denne no meh Corona-virus fäll ih de Schwiiz hett.

Hüt hetts schön wetter geh, ih de Schwiiz hetts ja gschneiet, aber da hett schön d'sunbe gschine. Ich bin sogar am Mittag id schuel gloffe und am namitag wieder hei mit de Viviane.

Mrs. Barnes hett wieder umegstresst, hend die nögscht unit ahgfange, blablabla, ich han mis heft vergesse, also hanni eifach föteli vo de powerpoint gmacht und vor mich hieträumet. Ihr glaubets ned aber es isch eigentlich no recht schwierig schwiizerdütsch z'schriebe will mer fallet immer nume englischi wörter ih, aber ich versueche es so bünzlihaft wies nume gaht zmache.

Ich bi recht zügig hei cho, han mini trainer hose ahgleigt, mini föteli i mis heft kopiert und denne nüt gmacht bis ich ha wieder id schuel müesse.

Ih de schuel ahcho hanni recht warm gha, vorallem wills mathi abteil mega warm isch und ich ih mim wintermantel han gschwitzt und denne bini recht greizt gsi ih de stund und has ah de Giulia usglah. Ups.

Im franz, Mrs Clarke hett wieder vor sich hoe philosophiert, eus nomol erklärt dass Tahiti und all die alte kolonie vo Frankriich immer no zu ihne ghöret, euro hend und so wiiter. Denn hett sie au no d'gschicht vo Joan D'arc verzellt und denne isch sie uf katholike und reformierti cho und zum schluss zu heilige täg und nämentäg. Ih ihrem französische kalender wo sie immer vo ihrere muetter gschenkt bechumt sind alli nämentäg glischtet, aber min name hanni ned gfunde. Isch warsch ned franz gnueg.

Ich bi mit de Viviane hei spazzifizottlet, will es schön wetter gsi isch. Dehai bini wieder i mis pischi (lol wie schriebt mer das in schwiizerdütsch?), han es buuch workout gmacht, es isch jetzt nümm so schlimm. Zum znacht hett mer Pauline pasta mit poulet würscht geh. Ich weiss ned wieso es poulet würscht hend müesse sii aber ok.

Ja mini eltere sind ned besorgt über de corona virus.

Ich han mis beschte geh mit de mathi husi, aber drü (3) ufgabe sind immer no ned glöst, aber das isch mer jetzt egal.

#edinburgh #schottland #schottisch #jahr im usland #ustusch jahr #ustusch schüelerin #ustusch #schwiizerdütsch #schwiizer meitli in schottland #reise #reise blog #tägliche blog

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At–A–Glance: Who Was In Each Duggar and Bates Bridal Party?

Let’s talk Duggar and Bates bridal parties! For this Post, ‘bridal party’ is defined to include the Best Man, the Maid (and/or Matron) of Honor (MOH), groomsmen (GMs), bridesmaids (BMs), flower girls, and ring bearer. Ushers don’t count, nor do the couple’s parents—unless they’re also BMs or GMs. When counting BMs and GMs, the MOH is a bridesmaid, and the Best Man is a groomsman.

After the jump!

FYI—Stay tuned for a follow–up to this Post, calculating the typical bridal party size (for Duggars or Bateses), and a bunch of other analysis! (At the request of several Anons... Sorry it’s taken so long! Had to do research.)

Duggar Bridal Parties—Joe (2017) to Josh (2008)

Joe + Kendra | September 8, 2017

Kendra’s MOH was her younger sister, Lauren Caldwell, while Joe’s Best Man was his younger brother, Josiah Duggar. Kendra’s 11 Bridesmaids included—

Her Mother Christina Caldwell

Her Sister Lauren Caldwell*

7 Sisters–In–Law (SILs) Jana, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joy, Hannie, Jenni

1 BIL’s Spouse Anna Duggar

1 Friend Rachel Pas______ (?) (Unsure of Name)

... while Joe’s 11 Groomsmen included—

8 Brothers Josh, J.D., Josiah,* Jed, Jer, Jason, James, Justin

2 Friends Trace Bates, Peter Query

+ 1 Unknown

Kendra’s little sister, Olivia Caldwell, served as the Flower Girl, and her younger brothers, Nathan and Timothy Caldwell, served as the 2 Ring Bearers. All told, Joe + Kendra’s wedding featured a Bridal Party of 26.

Joy–Anna + Austin | May 26, 2017

Joy's MOH was her long–time sister mom, Jill Duggar. Austin’s Best Man was his brother–in–law, Bobby Ballinger, Jr. Joy’s 12 Bridesmaids included—

6 Sisters Jana, Jill,* Jessa, Jinger, Johannah, and Jennifer

2 SILs Anna Duggar, Meagan (Forsyth) Ballinger

1 Future SIL Kendra Caldwell

2 Friends Carlin Bates, Sierra Jo Dominguez, Heidi Query

Meanwhile, with y’all’s help, here’s a list of Austin’s 12 Groomsmen—

His Grandfather Edwin Forsyth

3 BILs J.D. Duggar, Bobby Ballinger, Jr. (Sister Meagan’s Husband),* Nick Tunstill (Half–Sister Rachael’s Husband)

7 Friends Nate Paine (Chad’s Brother), Aaron Patton, Andrew Patton, Peter Query, Logan Smith, Josiah Stangl, Jacob Wilson

+ 1 Unknown

The Forsyths’ Flower Girl was Austin’s niece, Allove Tunstill. From the photo above, the younger boy in the dark suit looks like he’s a Ring Bearer—but I’m not sure, and I don’t know who he is, or how he’s related to the couple. (Sorry!) Anyway, when all’s said and done, the Forsyths had a Bridal Party of 25.

Jinger + Jeremy | November 5, 2016

Unsurprisingly, Jinger's MOH was her sister, Jessa. Meanwhile, Jeremy’s Best Man was his brother, Charles Vuolo. Jinger had 10 Bridesmaids, including—

5 Sisters Jana, Jill, Jessa,* Joy, Johannah

2 SILs Anna Duggar, Valerie Vuolo

3 Friends Jennifer Hartono, Kenzie Peters, Rebekah Kelly

Sadly, Duggar Data has no idea who any of Jeremy’s 10 Groomsmen are, with the exception of—

His Brother Charles Vuolo

1 BIL John David Duggar

1 SIL’s Spouse Ben Seewald

2 Friends James Song, Josue Soto

+ 5 Unknown

Miracle Child Josie Duggar was the Vuolos’ Flower Girl, while the Ring Bearer was Jinger’s nephew, Josh + Anna’s son, Michael J. Duggar. Ultimately, Jinger + Jeremy had a Bridal Party of 22.

Jessa + Benjamin | November 1, 2014

Jessa’s sister, Jinger, served as her MOH. Ben’s good friend, Dylan McMahan, served as his Best Man. Jessa had 11 Bridesmaids, including—

4 Sisters Jana, Jill, Jinger,* Joy–Anna

3 SILs Jessica Seewald, Danielle Seewald, Michelle Seewald

4 Friends Jennifer Hartono, Amara Query, Anna Hackel, Peyton Weiss

So far, Jessa + Ben are the only Duggar or Bates pair to have unequal numbers or BMs and GMs. Ben had 10 Groomsmen, including—

His Brother Ethan Seewald

His Cousin Russ Seewald

2 BILs Josiah Duggar, Joseph Duggar

6 Friends Dylan McMahan,* Dan Robinson, Jake Hendrix, Kolton Kulis, Rob Flowers, Ryan Schofield

Jessa + Ben had 2 Flower Girls—Jordyn Duggar, Jessa’s little sister, and Faith Seewald, Ben’s little sister. Ben’s little brother, Thomas Seewald, was the Ring Bearer. In the end, the Seewalds had a Bridal Party of 24.

Jill + Derick | June 21, 2014

Jill’s MOH was her eldest sister, Jana. Derick’s Best Man was his younger (and only) brother, Daniel Dillard. Jill’s 6 Bridesmaids included—

5 Sisters Jana,* Jill, Jinger, Joy–Anna, and Johannah

1 SIL Anna Duggar

... while Dericks 6 Groomsmen included—

His Brother Daniel Dillard*

His Cousin Tony Dillard

2 BILs J.D. Duggar, Joseph Duggar

2 Friends Stephen Jones, Madison McCalmon

Perhaps making up for a lack of BMs and GMs, the Dillards had 4 Flower Girls—Jill’s sisters, Jenni, Jordyn, and Josie; and her niece, Josh + Anna’s daughter, Mackynzie. Finally, they had 2 Ring Bearers—Jill’s youngest brother, Jackson; and Jill’s nephew, Josh + Anna’s first son, Michael. Ultimately, Jill + Derick had a Bridal Party of 18.

Joshua + Anna | September 26, 2008

Duggar Data is 95% Sure that Anna’s MOH was her sister, Priscilla Keller. As for the Best Man... Based on the photo, I think it was J.D. (He is directly next to Josh, despite being shorter than the next GM in line.) Here’s a list of Anna’s 10 Bridesmaids—

4 Sisters Esther, Rebekah, Priscilla,* Susanna

5 SILs Jana, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joy–Anna

+ 1 Unknown

... and Josh’s 10 Groomsmen—

7 Brothers J.D.,* Joseph, Josiah, Jed, Jer, Jason, James

1 BIL Joshua MacDonald

+ 2 Unknown

Per Josh (at ~5:55), his youngest brothers, Justin and Jackson, were the 2 Ring Bearers, and his then–youngest sisters, Johanna and Jennifer, served as their 2 Flower Girls. Overall, it was a Bridal Party of 24.

Bates Bridal Parties—Tori (2017) to Erin (2013)

Tori + Bobby | December 16, 2017

When Tori married Bobby, 2 MOHs stood by her side—Carlin Bates (Maid) and Erin (Bates) Paine (Matron). As for Bobby, he chose just 1 Best Man—his best friend, Kelton Balka, who also happens to be Josie’s boyfriend. Tori had a total of 10 Bridesmaids, including—

6 Sisters Erin,* Michaela, Alyssa, Carlin,* Josie, Katie

2 SILs Whitney (Perkins) Bates, Katherine Smith (Bobby’s Sister?)

2 Friends Devonna Killin, Abby Paine (Chad Paine’s Sister)

...and Bobby had 10 Groomsmen, namely—

4 BILs Zach, Lawson, Nathan, and Trace Bates

1 SIL’s Spouse Chad Paine

5 Friends Kelton Balka (Josie’s BF),* Evan Stewart (Carlin’s BF), Dillon Richards, Johnathan Rasmussen, Samuel Fuller

The Smiths’ also had 3 Flower Girls—Tori’s sister Callie; Tori’s cousin, Charlotte Bates; and Grace Renner, who Duggar Data doesn’t recognize. The Smiths had 3 Ring Bearers—Judson and Jeb Bates, plus a little boy I’ve not seen before, Cole Renner. All in all, the Smiths’ had a Bridal Party of 26.

Michaela + Brandon | August 15, 2015

At Michaela’s request, her mother (Kelly Jo Bates) served as her MOH. As for Brandon, I wasn’t able to identify his Best Man. Michaela’s 8 Bridesmaids, all family members except one, included—

Her Mother Kelly Jo Bates*

3 Sisters Erin Paine (Not MOH, Despite Tan Dress), Alyssa Webster, Tori Bates

3 SILs Angie Keilen, Becky Keilen, Christy Keilen

1 Friend Jana Duggar (!)

... meanwhile, Brandons 8 Groomsmen included—

2 Brothers Brent and Craig Keilen

2 BILs Lawson Bates, Trace Bates

4 Friends Andy Warner, Gabe Cleator, Kelly Dornik, Nate Paine (Chad Paine’s Brother)

Also, they had 3 Flower Girls—Addallee, Ellie, and Callie Bates—each of whom is Michaela’s younger sister. Finally, Michaela’s little brother, Judson Bates, was the Ring Bearer. Overall, the Keilens had a Bridal Party of 20.

Alyssa + John | May 24, 2014

Breaking with tradition, Alyssa didn’t choose a sister as her MOH—instead, she chose her sister–in–law, Tori Webster. (Confusing! Two Toris!) Brandon wasn’t so rebellious; his Best Man was his brother, Jordan Webster.

Alyssa had 8 Bridesmaids, consisting of—

3 Sisters Michaela Bates (Keilen), Erin Paine, Tori Bates (Smith)

3 SILs Whitney Bates, Tori Webster,* Elizabeth Miller (John’s Sister)

2 Friends Andrea Warren, Bethany Chavez

... while John had 8 Groomsmen, namely—

3 Brothers Jordan,* Brent, and David Webster

2 BILs Nathan Bates, Joe Miller

1 Cousin (?) Jonathan Webster (Not A Sibling; Cousin is A Guess)

2 Friends Lewis Albright, Luke Brigham

Alyssa’s little sisters, Addie and Ellie Bates, were the 2 Flower Girls, while her little brother, Judson Bates, was the Ring Bearer. All told, the Websters had a Bridal Party of 19.

Zach + Whitney (Perkins) Bates | December 14, 2013

Whitney stood at the altar with her cousin (?), Makayla Ray, as her MOH. For his Best Man, Zach chose his friend, Andy Leftwich. (Interesting he didn’t go with a sibling!) Whitney’s 6 Bridesmaids included—

1 Sister Nakota Owens

3 SILs Alyssa Bates (Webster), Josie Bates, Katie Bates

1 Cousin (?) Makayla Ray*

1 Friend Carrie Blackwell

... while Zach’s 6 Groomsmen included—

4 Brothers Lawson, Warden, Isaiah, Jackson

2 Friends Andy Leftwich,* John David Duggar

The Bates–Perkins's 3 Flower Girls included Whitney’s adoptive sisters—Ella, Sadie, and Bella Owens. Finally, Whitney’s brother—Phillip Owens—was Zach + Whit’s Ring Bearer. Overall, they had a Bridal Party of 16.

Erin + Chad Paine | November 2, 2013

For her MOH, Erin picked her sister, Tori Bates. For his Best Man, Chad chose his friend, Jordan Webster—who is now Alyssa (Bates) Webster’s BIL. Erin’s 5 Bridesmaids included—

3 Sisters Alyssa, Tori,* Carlin

1 SIL Abby Paine

1 Friend Becky Keilen (Michaela’s Future SIL)

... and Chad’s 5 Groomsmen included—

3 Brothers Thomas, Nate, and Joey Paine

1 BIL Zach Bates

1 Friend Jordan Webster* (Alyssa’s Future BIL)

The Flower Girl was Erin’s sister, Callie–Anna Bates, and the Ring Bearer was Chad’s brother, Johnny Paine. Overall, the Paines had a Bridal Party of 12.

Wow, that was long! I’ll be following this Post up with an analysis of the typical number of Bridesmaids, Groomsmen, etc., so stay tuned for that!

#duggar wedding #bates wedding #bridesmaids #groomsmen #duggar data asks

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