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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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Winter Whumperland Day 1: Appearances

Summary: Written for Winter Whumperland Day 1. Set in a modern AU. Viggo Grimborn is holding a party with current and future business partners and they tell him how lucky he is to have Hiccup. Hiccup doesn't feel lucky.

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Viggo

Pairing: Vigcup, past-Hiccstrid

Words: 2 901

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “Used as a decoration

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: The prompt is not as literal as you would think.

So all of these prompts are basically going to take place in the same universe, in the same story. It's more of a telling of what happens in the final 14-ish days at the end of a long struggle.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

@amonthofwhump

Ao3

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"I can't believe how lucky you are, Grimborn!" That's what a man Hiccup doesn't care to know the name of tells Viggo as he's bringing drinks around to the guests.

There are seven of them in total, business partners of the Grimborn Empire, a large export and import company, that Viggo is the CEO of.

It's the 12th of December and with the holidays fast approaching, it seemed right to throw a party at the house of the man himself. Not for any particular special occasion, this just seemed like the right opportunity for one.

After all, Viggo needs to keep his partners close, make sure the trust is still there. If anybody feels like siding with a rival company, he needs to know.

The place has been decorated, though quite soberly. There isn't even a tree in the home, the Grimborns aren't so fond of celebrating the holidays.

Not that any of them are staring at the decor.

"Thank you!" The tray isn't empty yet and Hiccup gets another 'thank you' and a look with a smile that is a little too friendly.

He just moves on to the next.

Hiccup isn't allowed to ask many questions. They could be dealing in something shady right in front of him and that would almost certainly make him at least a little bit accountable in some way. But he's not allowed to ask.

The one answer he did get is that two of these seven are potential new partners. So it's important for Viggo to reel them in and having him there is supposed to help somehow. Hiccup didn't understand how until the guests arrived.

They're all straight, or so they say, and married, but he can still feel their gazes on him.

And yet, none of them recognize him.

He's merely a decoration meant to bring drinks, snacks, and look pretty while doing it. That's all he is, something for Viggo to show off.

"Thank you very much, dear." One of them takes the drink Hiccup offers to him and both of the older man's hands linger on his. It sends unpleasant chills down his spine, as does the look in his eyes.

The persistent touch reminds him of Viggo and Viggo reminds him that everyone present is probably just as bad as him.

But he can't make a fuss, can't upset the guests, so he just smiles politely and pulls his hand free. He fights the urge to wipe his hand off on the dress pants here in front of them.

Instead, he's quick to move on, but Hiccup is pretty certain he can feel his 'significant other's' disapproving glare on his back.

Viggo wants him here to be eye candy, a "look what I have, surely you can trust what I promise", but disapproves of them touching him? Well, what did he expect?

"Viggo, wherever did you find him? I might go out and look for one myself!" A married man cheerily says. Funnily enough, when he'd just arrived, Viggo asked him about his sickly wife. You know, making conversation to appear like he has a heart.

"I don't think any of us are that lucky." Another chimes in and there's a short chuckling in agreement.

Every single time Hiccup has to hear someone tell Viggo how lucky he is, he feels he's getting closer and closer to throwing up.

Viggo isn't lucky.

Sure, they met each other by chance, but they didn't see each other and sparks just happened to fly. His being here, he and his brother made that happen and by inexcusable means, too.

Or maybe he is. Because Hiccup knows Toothless was there. He saw Ryker hit him straight on and that a dragon, a Night Fury of all things, couldn't keep him from taking Hiccup away can only mean something kept him. Hiccup hates to think of what could've possibly happened.

Oh, how much that dragon must hate himself now.

"And how old did you say you were?"

Platter empty and now standing by like a servant, Hiccup briefly faces another man before looking away. He finds Viggo in the back as he glares at him from over his glass. He gazes back, swallows the limp in his throat, and smiles some more.

"24. I'm 24 years old." A lie, he's 19. Viggo and he 'agreed' to lie about his age so no one will question their relationship. If you can even call it that.

Not that these particular people would care. He may have never delved into Viggo's world, but he recognizes at least two of these men from magazines he's read.

It was when Astrid managed to convince him to tag along to a hair salon appointment. Heather had to cancel their plans to go together last minute because of Dagur-related reasons and she didn't want to go alone as it was meant to be a girl's day out with just the two of them.

She was his girlfriend, he was her boyfriend. So of course, he'd tag along just for her.

There were some magazines lying on a table for waiting customers and he'd read some scandalous articles about these two. They were both featured in the same on, as a matter of fact. Another sex scandal, but that's not so surprising with people like them. People who are rich enough that they think they can do anything.

They wouldn't care if Hiccup were 19, 18, or maybe even younger than was legal. The lie is purely for appearances only and because people would be less likely to talk about Viggo's 20 something-year-old conquest as opposed to his just barely legal one. One is not as interesting as the other.

But oh no, these two remind him of the article, the article reminds him of why he was reading it, and now he's thinking of Astrid. He can almost hear her belly-laughing in his ear. She never did care about how loud her laughs could be sometimes.

Having no drinks to serve anyway, Hiccup walks away quickly without excusing himself. He can feel his eyes burn with tears as he thinks of her.

He misses her so, so much. He wishes he could have a phone or get onto Viggo's computer or something. If only to check her social media and see how she's been doing, how all of his friends are doing. Without a doubt, they're missing him as much as he does them.

But no, the only phones in this big house are Viggo's and Ryker's and he has yet dared to try guessing the password. He assumes it won't quite be as simple as the name of his first house pet followed by numbers one through four.

Besides, he's keeping the computer for something else.

And now he's thinking of Toothless again.

Finally escaping into the kitchen, he just barely slams the tray down onto the counter in his hurry.

Toothless, Gods, that dragon. The flights they used to take around his mother's dragon sanctuary, the nights they would spend together under the stars or in his room, the playfights, the purring whenever he scratches him just right, just... everything. He misses his Bud so much.

It's hard for him to breathe then and the tears almost come.

'No, stop! This is only going to make him angry.' Unsurprisingly enough, that thought doesn't help at all.

"Are you okay in there?" One of the guests asks, mistaking the sound of the tray's impact with the counter for Hiccup tripping.

"I'm-I'm fine." He swallows the sadness as best as he can, pushes the ensuing thoughts of his father and his friends that are springing back up away as he answers.

The conversation carries on without another shallow thought spent on Hiccup and he's fine with that. If he can just be left alone with his thoughts and emotions for just a few minutes.

But someone enters the kitchen and Hiccup can tell who by the footsteps. Dread seeps into his stomach just as he's grabbed by his upper arm. The grip is tight enough to bruise.

"You're drawing too much attention." It's Viggo and he's hissing into his ear, pissed off with his presumed boy toy 'flirting' with his party guests.

They're so close, the older man's body pressed against his, and Hiccup can smell his suffocating cologne. He's towering over him, too, still taller than Hiccup, who isn't exactly short either.

"You think I want to be drawing attention? I don't trust your "friends", why would I want to be noticed by them?" Hiccup's hiss is louder in volume, but their guests don't seem to notice the apparent hostility between them.

They are much too busy with their talks and their jokes. And even if they did notice, Hiccup can tell from the way some of them talk about their wives that they wouldn't care.

It's sickening, so much he wishes to unhear.

At his response, the grip on his arm grows tighter and he wonders if those fingertips will remain like other times he's been grabbed like this. The clothes are fancy and they cover enough to hide the many other blue marks on his body.

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Those words leave him with a lot more ease than they used to before. Somehow Hiccup finds it in himself to calm enough to answer in a reasonable tone, unlike the hissing he used prior.

He can feel his pulse painfully make its way through his arm. That's how tight the grip is. Viggo is not a weak man, unfortunately.

Just so long as he doesn't trigger him any more than he already has, then he should be safe from more trouble. Submitting instead of sassing further is working, the hold relinquishes just a tad bit.

"Go to the bedroom and stay there until I tell you otherwise." Hiccup is told and he dares a glance at Viggo.

These people are meant to be staying for a good few hours, is he really expected to stay in one room for that long? He's already way past stir-crazy.

Upon not receiving an answer quickly enough, the hold tightens.

"Okay, I'm going!" So he gives in, as he always does, and Viggo lets go.

"Are you two love birds staying in the kitchen all evening or will you come to join us?" Someone calls out and Viggo returns to the crowd with a more charming demeanor then he tends to put on in their day to day life.

"We had something we needed to discuss." He tells them, not a hint of his previous anger there.

"Discuss things such as ...? Marriage perhaps? I know I would be putting a ring on that finger if I could!"

'No, don't give him any ideas.' Hiccup finds himself thinking, looking over. Hopefully, his wide-eyed look isn't too obvious.

Viggo smiles at the idea, but says nothing.

"I'm afraid I'll have to apologize on behalf of my partner. He's not sleeping well as of late and he's tired." Hiccup takes this as his cue to leave and he does while Viggo apologizes in his stead.

"Oh, I think I know why he's so tired lately." That's the comment he closes the door on. That and laughter.

In this company, it seems like the nicer and more expensive a person is dressed, the more vulgar they can be. Who says something like that about someone they barely know?

But the door is closed and that effectively cuts off most of the noise coming from the living room.

He does feel tired. What Viggo told them wasn't a lie, for once, as he has been sleeping badly ever since he got here.

Honestly, how can he get a good night's sleep when it's his captor that he's sleeping next to? The man who has no qualms about laying his hands on him, abusing him in whichever way he sees fit to make him obedient.

There's a part of him that hates himself for listening in the kitchen, though Hiccup knows that what he's doing, remaining calm, doing what he wants, is a way to get through this bad situation and bide his time until he's found.

Because someone has to be looking for him. His dad, his mom, his unofficial dad, maybe his friends? Someone has to be looking for him, he knows he would be looking for them if the roles were reversed.

Chest and throat both burning horrendously with emotion, he saunters his way towards and into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, his hand hovers over the key as he wants to lock it, feeling unsafe with the guests still around.

He'll get in trouble for it, for locking the door, but does he want someone to be able to come in and catch him both off guard and vulnerable?

After weighing his options, he opts to lock the door. Viggo can punish him for it later. Right now, what measly remaining sense of safety matters more to him.

He settles on the edge of the bed, staring into the near-complete darkness with only the early moonlight to hold him company.

The thoughts and feelings he tried to repress during the party he can now let loose. And it hurts. It hurts so, so bad. So much worse than the throbbing on his arm or any of the injuries he's sustained since coming here. At the same time, he doesn't want to stop thinking of his loved ones either.

The last time he saw his father, it was during a televised press conference that had to be cut short because Stoick Haddock started swearing on live television and stating that the person, or persons, responsibly for the disappearance of his son would be lucky to never run into him.

Maybe that's the front on which Viggo is lucky.

Because Hiccup was kidnapped. There is no nice way of saying it.

His dad once told him that they came from Vikings. Perhaps, what Stoick showed in that press conference was the Viking blood in him coming to the forefront. Hiccup wishes he had that in him.

Huffing in amusement, Hiccup slides down from the bed and ends up on the floor, elbows on his knees.

Ryker made him watch the press conference, much against his younger brother's wishes. He'd hoped to show Hiccup his broken father only to be met with that. Instead of causing him despair, he'd unintentionally lifted his spirits.

He'd made sure to tell Viggo to "thank Ryker for the moral support", even if Ryker wasn't entirely happy with that. They like to play with him, well, Hiccup can do that, too. Sometimes. When he can get away with it.

But now is not the time to think about those horrible brothers, he should be taking this moment of peace to think about the people who actually matter, his friends and family.

Right now, he wonders if they're thinking of him, too. Of course, he doesn't want them to worry or to hurt, but it feels comforting to be thought of or to be missed. So perhaps, he likes to be a little selfish sometimes.

Getting up from the floor, Hiccup wants to get out of these uncomfortable clothes Viggo insisted he wears for the party, another reason why his claim that Hiccupwas drawing attention was ridiculous.

Turning the light of the bathroom on, he faces the mirror and sees someone he barely recognizes.

Hair neatly sleeked back, expensive and stylish clothes that consist of the vibrant color scheme of black, white, and grey, and an expensive golden watch on his wrist that is only there to further drive home the "happy, lucky couple" façade.

This isn't him. That's not his messy head of hair, not his plaids, and that watch doesn't belong on his wrist. There's a tracking device in it, too, Hiccup saw it after he took the thing apart because he had his suspicions.

But that doesn't matter for the moment because he can't stop glaring at his reflection and he wishes that stranger didn't have the guts to glare right back at him.

His hands move on their own, wanting to roughen up his hair and get rid of the hair gel flattening it down. Who knew a brand strong enough to tame his locks exists?

But they don't do it. They hover, but they don't touch a single strand.

Because his dearly beloved Viggo already feels like he picked a fight with him by just being in the presence of men who were already bound to see him as eye candy to ogle at. To make matters worse, he locked the door of the room he's in and he doesn't have permission to lock doors. He was just about to change he doesn't have permission for that either.

If that man finds Hiccup in a state he does not want him in after all of that, even if it's just his hair, then Hiccup is just asking for it.

So his hands lower again, instead helping him lean on the marble counter of the sink, and Hiccup stares at his reflection in defeat. The cracks in him are bleeding again, they've been doing that more and more often. His resolve is breaking and at least the stranger in the mirror rightfully reflects that, too.

He's nothing but pretty decoration.

#amow winter whumperland #12wwday.1 #deck the halls #used as a decoration #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #modern au #hiccup haddock #viggo grimborn #vigcup #one-sided vigcup #tw: abuse #tw: abuse mention #hiccup whump #my fanfics #appearances #tw: non con elements #referenced noncon

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coastaldragon · 4 years ago

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Dragon Diary 1/7/21

So...this is my resolution for the year.

I wanted to start a kin-related diary. I found myself missing how often I used to muse about myself and my experiences here, and have long since felt...detached from myself. Stuck in the loop of going through the motions of “human.”

A week late on my first entry, but so it goes.

These entries will just be flow-of-consciousness blabbles for the most part. I’ll talk about any kin-related thoughts I’ve had that day, how I’ve been feeling, how my otherkinity has affected my day, etc.

I have a lot of catching-up to do with you all, so the first few entries may seem disjointed and a little long. Lets get started. This is long. And a bit negative. But hopefully they won’t all be.

cw for death and drug mention and health talk like needles and stuff

I don’t quite remember why I dropped Tumblr like I did. I think I was getting annoyed at all the UI changes, and just overall very busy with “real life.” These things happen. I slowly drift away from a platform. Sometimes for weeks, months, or years in this case. Then I’ll drift back. Kind of like a scrap of wood on the waves.

In the time I’ve been gone life has been...interesting. The source of the stress that caused me to awaken in the first place is gone. He OD’d in...2014? 2015? Some time around there. My grasp of time is worse than ever.

We hadn’t even known he’d be using anything. Turned out he was stealing my late father’s remaining fentanyl supply. One of those guys who preys on widows like my mother. He lied about everything. His entire past as we knew it was a lie. And he was just leeching off of us.

It was...hard. I was the one who found his body upon getting home from work. My mother is still traumatized, even now. Even after all he did. She did love him.

I think all that hardened me quite a bit. And I’m sad for it. I’m still trying to soften myself again, but my trust has never been shattered like that before or since.

My now health is...poor. I had a great job working at an independent pack-and-mail sort of place for a few years. Very laid back, when the customers were nice. Helped me build a lot of strength and muscle. Quite enjoyed showing off by hefting 50lb boxes onto my shoulders. Helped me feel less weak in this squishy human body of mine.

But about...2 or 3 years ago [again, time is a myth to my brain] I woke up and my shoulders were just.

Locked.

It felt like someone had stuck paint spanners under my shoulder blades or something. Not only that, but I was weak. I barely had the strength in my arms to lift a half gallon of milk in the morning.

We thought I’d just hurt myself showing off, somehow. So we gave it some time. Took ibuprofen, used pain creams. Took a few days off work.

But it didn’t get better. It got painful. And the moreso. And moreso. And then my back began to have trouble as well. It was spreading. I felt...ill.

So. Doctors. Tests. More bloodwork than I’ve ever had in my entire life. [10 vials at once for one appt!]

My primary, who is a garbage person I never wish to see again, insisted it was just a sprain. Or something. Whatever. But I knew it wasn’t. My mother knew it wasn’t. Everyone I knew knew it wasn’t.

Specialist time! At the behest of my cousin, who has a litany of autoimmune disorders, we hooked up with a rheumatologist. Who I will call Dr.M.

Dr.M is an angel on Earth. I am convinced of it. A full year he spent with me, ordering tests, trying treatments, working with me to figure out what the hell was going on. And we did. And what a mouthful it is.

Ankylosing spondylitis. No, it’s not a dinosaur. [Though I do think I’m ‘hearted for ankylosaurines...I don’t think it’s related lol!]

You can look it up if you like. But basically: My immune system is fucking crazy and attacks all the things. Most places describe it as being a lower spine disorder, and while that is certainly where its centralized in most folks, that’s not all it is.

For example mine is, obviously, centralized in my shoulders and upper back. But it does aaaaaaaaaaall sorts of crazy shit. Every day is different. Joint pain, exhaustion, GI trouble, stomach upset, lack of appetite, murderous migraines. The usual for an autoimmune illness. But also wacky shit like costochondritis [painful inflammation of the cartilage of the ribs], random organ inflammation like in my kidneys [not fun], lungs [I had a 3-month stint of chronic bronchitis last winter], and even my heart [very not fun.] Sometimes it likes to attack my “integumentary system” aka shit like my skin and hair meaning I’ll have weeks where my hair just. Sheds. Like a damn cat. It gets everywhere and w/ my long-ass quarantine hair it’s so annoying.

This attack dog immune system does mean it’s unlikely for me to catch little bugs like your common colds and stuff, which is appreciated. But it also likes to maul anything else it deems foreign. Like medication! I took Humira shots for a few months and had a “paradoxical reaction” aka it did the literal opposite of what it was meant to, because the injections pissed off my immune system so much it went scorched-earth on whatever it could. Mostly my thighs, since that’s where the injections were. I still get stabbing pain in them and it’s been over a year. [No, I don’t think I can sue Humira over this. Though I have discussed it w/ my Dr.]

This also means that if I do get sick, it’s bad news. Something strong and unique like COVID? Death. Deaaaaaaaaath. Would likely trigger something called a “cytokine storm” aka my immune system nukes everything and my organs die and so do I.

So guess whoooooooo’s been locked up at home for almost a full year now? :’)

I luckily am able to work from home, though it barely pays the bills, and my health has suffered from a lack of being able to Do Stuff I normally would.

As a result I decided to get back in touch with myself.

It started with Second Life, because of course it did. A new dragon avatar came out. Shiny and mesh and easy [by SL standards] to modify. So me and a few friends [some kin, some not] made a group for sharing stuff for the av and just hanging out. It’s fallen by the wayside unfortunately but those nights spent chilling in SL with a bunch of other dragons roaring and goofing off felt really really good.

And then I made a kin Twitter. [And found some exceptionally cool kinfolk in the process.]

Then came Othercon the virtual otherkin convention and OtherConnect, the Discord spawned from the community that rapidly formed within the con. Othercon felt incredible. Panels and lectures about the history of otherkinity and alterhumanity and how we are today and rep in the media and just so! Much! Cool! Stuff! And tons of great kinfolk too!

To not only be within a community but seeing others like me and speaking with them, not just typing back at words on a screen. It was...so very, very reaffirming. It felt like a second awakening almost. I wanted to cry for finally, truly not feeling alone.

And now I’m here. Because I need to be. Because something, deep down, is telling me I’m going to be needing myself sometime soon. So I’d better get started.

I hope I don’t drift away on the tide again. I’ve missed this site, worse for wear as it is.

But I’m a bit tired today. A nasty headache lingering from yesterday’s nastier flare up. Accursed cold fronts. I used to enjoy them but not so much these days. Ah well.

I know there wasn’t much kin talk in this first entry, but as I said, we had a lot of catching-up to do!

#Diary 2021 #dragonkin #otherkin #I'll tag these for now but if folks would rather I didn't I'll keep them to myself. :>

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illuminatingdreams · 8 years ago

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My Working Week

My life has been rather busy lately, and for a very good reason. As of mid-February I’ve been doing a volunteer work-placement with the Dame Kelly Holmes Trust. I’ve been putting my writing skills to good use and writing up case studies of young people who’ve previously been on programmes with the trust.

As of writing this I’ve been working for a month and I felt it’s now the right time to talk about my working week. However, it’s not just a normal working week; this week happened to be one of the busiest weeks of my life. So, let’s begin!

Monday:

During a normal working week this would be the day I’m in the office working on case studies. However this week I was invited to an event the following day, so my office day was changed to then.

On the day prior to the start of a normal working week I would make sure to be organised. From my bag being packed to the clothes I’m going to wear that day. I like to reassure myself through being organised, it helps reduce my over-thinking, stress & my anxiety.

During the evening I relaxed with a cup of tea and watched Josh Groban: Stages Live on Sky Arts. Feeling excited and ready to face the next day.

Tuesday:

The day started with my journey up to London. As I didn’t need to be in the office until 11am, I took a high-speed train from my local station to St Pancras, followed by a Thames-link to London Blackfriars & then a casual walk down the South Bank to the office.

I spent my time in the office working on case studies. My job is to turn the interviews & research compiled by the research department into a personal case study about a young person who’s previously been on a programme run by the trust.

At 4pm I left the office alongside my colleague Rob Phillips (a Communications Officer at the trust) to travel to the Houses of Parliament to attend a meeting of the APPG on Youth Affairs, to discuss the topic of anxiety in relation to body image.

The All-Party Parliamentary Group (APPG) on Youth Affairs is a group created to raise the profile and awareness of issues affecting and concerning young people in today’s society. It’s done through meetings where dialogue is encouraged between parliamentarians, young people and youth services.

(If you want to read more about the APPG; click here)

The Houses of Parliament were amazing to behold, I was in complete awe of the place. So much history inside one building and I got to be a part of it in some way.

After getting through security, we made our way through various rooms, corridors & up several flights of stairs we got to the room where the meeting was taking place. By the time the meeting began at least 100 young people were in the room.

It was great the represent the trust & to be invited by Elly Virgo (the Area Manager for London/Kent/Essex at the trust). Being in a room full of bright young people talking about important issues in today’s society was very inspiring for me.

Anxiety in relation to body image is a very deep subject. The young people discussed the role of social media, the influence of ‘celebrity culture’ as well as education & how things could be improved. Some of the young people in the room even told their own personal stories about how body image anxiety has affected them through talking about bullying & dealing with mental health issues.

The meeting got me thinking about how education should play a role in improving body image anxiety in young people. I remember having sex education in primary school aged 10. Why not add to it education about positive body image, sexuality & mental health? These are the things I learnt about during my teenage years, yet in today’s society young people need to be educated sooner than that. They need to know that they’re not alone in their problems.

I left that meeting with lots of thoughts running through my head. During the 1 & half hours of discussions, I took it all in. Hearing people’s thoughts about the topic at hand. We all agreed with this thought about anxiety in relation to body image;

“It’s not about your body. It’s about the change you make in the world. Difference is beautiful!”

Wednesday:

After the busy day on Tuesday, you would of thought I got a lie-in. Nope. I was up bright & early on a train down to Sheerness on Sea to visit a Get On Track group on the Isle of Sheppey. I was both nervous and excited about the day ahead.

It’s been over a year since I’d finished Get On Track, and now I had an opportunity to pass on my knowledge, wisdom & experience onto other young people. It also gave me the chance to catch up with my athlete mentor and friend; Michelle Griffith Robinson.

I was met by Ben Ryder (a Community Development Officer at Swale Community Leisure Ltd), who helps to run the programmes for the young people efficiently alongside the athlete mentors. And within 10-15 minutes I was inside the sports centre, in front of the small group of 11 young people ready to work.

So, I told them my story. I told them about my experience of Get On Track and how my life had changed for the better because of it. I told them about what I’d been doing since I’d finished Get On Track, from the volunteer work at the British Heart Foundation to my current work with the trust & my exciting APPG on Youth Affairs meeting the day prior at the Houses of Parliament.

I also gave the young people some advice; “It’s one thing to go through Get On Track, yet another to take part and put the work/effort into the programme and in turn be willing to change your life for the better.”

Once introductions were finished, the group got stuck into the day’s activities. They worked on creating personal profiles and improving CVs as well as doing sporting activities such as Badminton, Table Tennis and Squash.

Whilst observing the group I had the task of taking photos and creating posts on social media. During lunch I had the opportunity to interview a few of the young people about their experience of the programme so far to possibly do a follow up case study about them in the future.

Every story I heard was unique, yet they all had something in common; social isolation. These young people as well as many young people in today’s society need the support from organisations like the Dame Kelly Holmes Trust more than ever before. They need to know that they’re not alone in their problems and things can get better.

I left the group that afternoon feeling a mixture of inspiration, nostalgia and hope. The thought of being in the same shoes of them over a year ago, knowing that these young people want to make a difference in their lives & being inspired by them as well as realising that with telling my story, I was making a difference in other people’s lives too.

(If you’d like to see more about what I was doing during that day; click here)

By the time I got home I had a few hours to rest before I was out off to spend the evening doing something I enjoy; Dungeons & Dragons.

Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) is a table-top RPG where a group of people create characters and work together as a team to go on adventures & defeat monsters using pencil/paper, a set of dice and your own imagination. I’ve been playing for around 6 months now and it’s amazing. It gives me a sense of escapism, a break from any worries/stress I have during the day & I can be whoever I want to be for at least a few hours.

After an evening of D&D I got home and went to bed. Getting a decent night’s sleep and ready for the next day.

Thursday:

I had no plans until late afternoon. The excitement and business of the past 2 days were catching up to me in the form of tiredness and exhaustion. I ended up spending the majority of the morning/afternoon resting and catching up on my social media.

On normal days where I had no plans I’d usually be working on writing up a case study or a piece for my blog, yet today I knew I shouldn’t push myself too much and took a break from work.

I travelled into town and before my meeting I decided to treat myself. I went to my local comic book store, Get Ready Retro and picked up the comic Rat Queens to enjoy during my free time.

Afterwards I headed to the coffee shop to meet with my mentor Frances. Last year through The Prince’s Trust Talent Match programme, I was given a mentor to help and support me through being unemployed by talking through goals for the future & working on my CV to apply for jobs.

(If you want to know about The Prince’s Trust Talent Match programme; click here)

We spent some time over cups of tea catching up with what I’ve been up to, from my work at the Dame Kelly Holmes Trust to my busy week of events. It’s great having someone there to support me & talk about what’s going through my mind, not just work but personal stuff as well.

Once my meeting was finished we scheduled the next one for a month’s time and said our farewells. I went home and relaxed for the rest of the evening, knowing that my busy week was almost over.

Friday & The Weekend:

The rest of the week went by very quickly. I spent the time resting, catching up on social media and seeing my family as well as my boyfriend & his family. Spending time with people I care about is just what I needed after one of the busiest weeks of my life.

However, I wouldn’t be resting for long. Soon I’d be packing my bags again to begin the next week. Back in the office, and back to work.

(If you’d like to know more about my story; you can click here)

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Random question and answers

1) Zodiac sign? Cancer.

2) Eye colour? Green, have a yellowish ring around my pupil.

3) Tall or short? I’m fun size! ;)

4) Are you ticklish? Very!!!

5) Are you an easy going person? Yeah I think I am.

6) are you outgoing or shy? Both.

7) Introvert or Extrovert? Ambivert.

8) Tea or coffee? I love both but I’ll go with Coffee.

9) What are you listening to right now? Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

10) Reading or writing? Writing.

11) Pepsi or Coke? Coke.

12) What was your dream job growing up? Acting and Singing.

13) Pets? I have a beautiful feather baby, goldfish and I did have a beautiful fur baby but she sadly passed away last year. :(

14) Do you like deep conversations? I absolutely love them! :) ♥

15) Do you have trust issues? No, but break my trust and I will be sure to never trust you again.

16) Ever suffered in silence? Yeah, many times. :(

17) Ever fallen in love? Yeah, sure have.♥

18) Ever loved so hard it hurt? ohh yes. :(

19) Ever secretly liked someone? Yeah a few times, haven’t we all? hehe. :P

20) Ever had your heart broken? Yeah.

21) Ever had someone like you? not sure.

22) Ever hid a secret? Yeah.

23) Do you miss anyone? Yeah.

24) Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? Both.

25) Last person you spoke to? Dad.

26) Last person who sent you a message? Hayley.

27) Last phone call? Hayley.

28) Last thing you ate? Chocolate

29) Last book you read? Shane Dawson - It gets worse.

30) Last song you listened too? Joni Mitchell- Big Yellow Taxi

31) Last person you hugged? Pip.

32) Last person who saw you crying? Pip.

33) Favorite band? Fleetwood Mac and One Direction♥

34) Favorite musician? Harry Styles ♥

35) Favorite youtuber? Shane Dawson and Jeffree Star ♥

35) Favorite song? Sweet Creature ♥

36) Favorite Colour? Yellow.

37) Favorite Pokemon? Pikachu!

38) Favorite alcohol beverage? Bourbon and coke.

39) Favorite soft drink? Coke.

40) Favorite fruit? Mango.

41) Favorite bottoms? Jeans!!!

42) Favorite animal? Dogs.

43) Favorite food? oooo, Spaghetti, Potatoes, Pizza!

44) What did you do today? Cleaned and sung :)

45) Wanna travel? Yeah!

46) Wanna get married? Don’t really care if I do or don’t. at the end of the day It’s just a piece of paper

47) Want kids? NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

48) What makes you happy? Friends, Singing, Music, Dancing, Laughing, Animals, Being around awesome genuine pure loving people.

49) One thing you love? Cuddles ♥

50) Do you believe in love at first sight? Honestly how can you “Love” someone you don’t know or just met? Love comes later.

51) Do you believe in Ghosts/Spirits? Yes.

52) Do you believe in Angels? Yes.

53) Do you believe in miracles? Yes.

54) Do you believe in love? Yes.

55) If you could go back to school, would you? No, NOPE!

56) Do you think Aliens are real? Yes.

57) What is your childhood memory of what you wanted to be when you grew up? I said to a teacher I wanted to be a dog when i got older, yes you heard that right I wanted to be a 4 legged fur dog. hehehehe. :P

58) Favorite childhood board game? Cluedo.

59) Childhood nicknames? Becky Boo, Becarena, Bec, BeckStar, Reb and Dog Girl.

60) Favorite place to go on holidays as a Kid? My grandparents place up at Tea Gardens ♥ I miss that place so much!

61) Who can you trust with all your heart and soul? Pip ♥

62) What do you find attractive? Nice, Genuine, pure, good heart, funny, mentally mature, easy going.

63) how old are you? 24 Years old.

64) Is there something you wish you could tell someone? Yeah.

65) What social media do you use most? Facebook.

66) How old were you when you had your first kiss? 17 years old.

67) What did you have for dinner? KFC.

68) What footy team do you go for? Dragons.

69) Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? No ;) Let’s talk about the birds and the bees… hehe ;)

70) the longest you’ve been single? LOL, my whole life!

71) Something you want right in this moment? Cuddles.

72) Name 1 of your favorite quotes? Treat People With Kindness - Harry Styles

73) What kind of people you dislike? People who treat others like crap, Lieing, gas-lighting, narcissistic little pricks!

74) What kind of people do you like? Nice, genuine, loving, supportive, good hearts.

75) Do you miss someone in heaven? Yeah. :(

76) Is it nighttime where you are? Yeah.

77) Any siblings? yeah I have one brother.

78) Any tattoos? No, maybe one day!

79? Been overseas? Yeah.

80) Have you been high? Yep, High as a kite! :P tehe.

81) Have you smoked? Yeah.

82) Is it easy to make you smile? Yeah. :)

83) Last thing you touched not computer-related? Can of coke.

84)Tell me about the shirt/shirts you’re wearing? over sized T-shirt

85) Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow? probs shorts and top/

86) Are you craving something? Yeah.

87) What do you hear right now? Music.

88) Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? Yeah, many times.

89) Is there anyone you want to come see you? Yeah.

90) Have you ever had a wish come true? Yeah. :)

91) Do you like surprises? yeah! :)

92) Are you a worry wart? yep!

93) Do you believe in Soul connections? Yeah!! sure do! :) ♥ ♥

94) When was your last vacation? Where did you go? 7 years ago. I went to Adelaide!

95) What did you do for your last birthday? Cried myself to sleep.

96) Ever been bullied? Yeah.. :(

97) Where was your profile pic on Facebook taken? Bicentennial Park.

98) Do you have a good memory? Hell yeah I do.

99) pretended to be happy? Yeah, we all have at times.

100) What are you gonna do for the rest of the night? Vibe to some Music :) :)

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