#i meant to draw them happy but oopsie i guess

[tinytengen]

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my forever tragic boyfriends

[mrsdorothydevereaux]

Season 2 Reimagined Oreo!Verse Style 2.13

2.13 The Stan Who Came To Dinner

Blanche and Dorothy are dressed in their best, just about to go out for a night on the town, acting as though they’re meeting men, per the norm...

When Stan walks in and announces to Dorothy that he’s having bypass surgery and might die. Blanche, who hates Stan more than anyone else in the world who hasn’t personally insulted her, sees no problem with this.

But Dorothy, apparently, feels sorry for him. Which means that Blanche can be polite to him. Sure. Even when Sophia insists that Stan come back to the house and stay with them while he’s recovering. That’s absolutely fine. Just lovely. Blanche doesn’t mind a bit. She’s perfectly willing to help Dorothy take care of Stan while he’s recovering. He asks her to rent a for him to watch while they’re at work, oh, oops, the video store was out of everything in the world except for guy-on-guy-porn and a documentary on spiders. Stan asks Blanche to bring him a cup of tea from the kitchen, oopsie, she puts salt in his and sugar in everyone else’s. She even heats up leftovers for him all the time and she only burns his just a tiny bit.

What finally puts Blanche over the edge is when she figures out that Stan is asking for more help than he actually needs. 

Blanche: *enters Stan’s bedroom* Stan, is it true that you asked Dorothy to draw you a bath? Stan: Yeah, why? If we’re out of my soap, I’m happy to wait for her to go get some? Blanche: *clenching fists* Don’t you think that perhaps, it’s time that you started drawing your own baths? Or maybe even taking showers? In your shower, at your own house? Stan: *sighs* Blanche, I think I know what this about. Blanche: You...do? Stan: Of course, Blanche. I’ve seen that jealous look in your eye. Don’t try and deny it. *pause* You’re in love with me. Blanche: ... Stan: I get it. Ever since we went out earlier this year, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to say something about it. And that’s flattering, it really is. But as long as Dorothy’s taking care of me and doing all these things for me, I feel like I should be saving the right side of my bed for her. Just in case. You know? Blanche: That’s it! That. Is. It! Stanley Zbornack I’ve had it with you and your arrogant cocksure manner struttin’ about my house like some sort of...peacock! Even if it wasn’t for your wretched toupee and your godawful mustache, and the fact that you’re the biggest loser I’ve ever met in my life, you would still be the last man on earth who I would ever be attracted to. Because not only were you a dreadful husband to a gorgeous, fantastic woman, and not only did you toss her out like day-old chowder after thirty-eight years of her washing your underwear and fixing you drinks and loving you past the fact that you’re sub-human at best, but here you are, nearly five years after you dumped her and shattered her heart into a million pieces, and somehow, here she is, again, washing your underwear and fixing you drinks, and still loving you past the fact that you’re sub-human at best. Do you know how many kinds of screwed up that is? Do you? Stan: ... Dorothy: Blanche? Blanche: *turns around and sees that Dorothy is standing in the doorway* Blanche: ... Dorothy: *grabs Blanche by the arm and drags her out of the room, into Blanche’s room* Blanche: Dorothy, I can explain. Dorothy: All right. Blanche: ... Blanche: I guess I was...well what I meant to say was... Dorothy: That you were jealous of my ex-husband? Blanche: No! I mean...maybe. God, I don’t know. Dorothy: Blanche, I swear on my mother’s life, and my children’s lives, and our future child’s life that I do not harbor any romantic feelings whatsoever for Stanley Zbornak. Blanche: Really? You don’t? Dorothy: I don’t. Blanche: God, I’m such a fool. Dorothy: *cups Blanche’s face in her hands* You’re my fool, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Dorothy and Blanche: *kiss*

After that, Dorothy tells Stan that she thinks he’s ready to go live on his own again and that she won’t be taking care of him anymore. He protests, but when she offers to send him to a lovely place called Shady Pines, he starts packing his bags and promises to be out by morning.

[jodellejournals]

what do you want to be when you grow up?

as a kid, i heard this question countless times and i’d be rich enough to buy myself a jolly meal if a penny came with it. but what do i really want to be when i grow up? my very first answer at five would be, “i want to be a painter!” and so i wrote it in my kindergarten yearbook. my teacher saw it and asked, “what kind of painter?” with a look that read she equated it being a painter of buildings and other constructions. my already six-year-old self by then thought, how could this human, who i call my ‘teacher’, be that absurd? not that i don’t like painting buildings because i have always wanted to try it, like those you see in bgc. what i meant though was to be a painter of scenery, portraits, flowers — all those stuff! i brushed off my encounter with her and proceeded in getting my picture taken wearing a white toga for our yearbook pictorial. i’ve always wanted to become a painter or do any form of art since the moment i discovered crayons, colored pencils, oil pastels, watercolors, paint brushes, and all those belonging to that category. so every birthday, christmas, and random occasion, those were the gifts i’d usually receive and i’d pretend i’m surprised as to not kill the joy of opening presents. don’t get me wrong, though. i have always appreciated the thought and effort that is given and exerted. i also participated in every coloring contest there was and while i made sure to win so mommy and daddy would be proud, i enjoyed every moment of it as well because coloring and drawing were the most enjoyable activities for me. and not to brag here but i always win (or at the least, end up in the top three). i knew it was my niche, my element, my forte, as a kindergartner. a painter is who i want to be and it was crystal clear. so as early as grade school, i knew i’d take up fine arts as my course in college at whatever university i may end up with.

when i turned twelve, i still knew i wanted to be a painter but i found myself designing clothes in between or even during classes. i’d have sketchpads in my backpack but they were not for art class. they were with me so i can bring to life my random ideas, visions, and concepts at random parts of the day. so at that age and stage, i decided to become a fashion designer. that remained until high school. i was so passionate about it to the point that i voluntarily designed prom dresses for friends just because i get sudden bursts of creativity and i wanted to dress them up. some people did not understand the dedication i had for my craft and hobby, but creating something out of my bare hands kept my soul breathing and growing. and so i do not need to explain myself to anyone whose opinion do not matter. “those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind”, as the saying goes. so i read more fashion blogs, researched backgrounds of famous designers, and reflected on the latest seasons of brands i adore. along the way, i have found “allies” in my high school who understood my passion for fashion and it was great comfort to me. they come with the names of “jennifer” and “dwayne” and both remained good friends to me until today. they are now more fashionable, sophisticated, and chic. i’d like to think of that way with myself, too. anyway, back to my story, i decided to take up fashion design and on my senior year in high school, i filled up entrance forms of colleges which specialized in it. my second choice was fine arts and i knew which universities that offered best programs for it.

but on a twist of fate, the university my parents planned for me to attend did not offer fashion design... nor fine arts. oopsy daisy! what a tough dilemma for a teenage girl to face! i knew in my heart that those were the only courses i wanted to take since my heart was set on those fields. how can i spend years sitting in classes and learning a course that is not of my slightest interest, right? “that is how you slowly kill your soul”, my sixteen-year-old self told me and i agreed with her. that was like committing suicide internally. so i did not take university exams seriously. i dreaded them. in fact, i drew on the scratch papers inserted in questionnaires. sorry, parents! see, this is why i did not like becoming an adult! i got very anxious in making an “important life decision” for i know it will either make or break my future. i wanted to run away from it so i procrastinated it, and yes, cried over it. my last option was the Man above. i prayed so hard each night that i may make the right decision and counted on my lucky stars as well. it even became my 11:11 wish! yes, i believe in it. considering also that it was 2012 that time, “11:11, make a wish” was a slogan written all over the internet. that was an angel number after all and angels are to help us. but that’s another story.

fast forward to college, i ended up in a green and white university located in taft avenue with a mascot famously called, “green archer”. no, my course was neither of my top two choices. no, i did not also want to become a psychologist nor a psychiatrist. and no, my parents did not choose my course for me. so you may wonder, how and why? i honestly don’t know too but if it was God’s answer to my prayer, then so be it. all i know was, when i was still contemplating what course to take, a random thought struck me like a light bulb moment. it was during one beautiful orangey afternoon while our car passed by luna street in iloilo city. i recalled thinking, what if i try a course that can answer my what ifs and hows? the spark of the thought lingered on me. so when i got home, i opened the manual of courses in the college of liberal arts and the page flipped on bachelor of arts major in psychology. not so bad, i thought. i wrote it down as my second choice in the application form while the first one was bachelor of arts major in communication arts (the closest i can get to my original top two choices). and that’s it. come what may. as what filipinos would also chant in making tricky life decisions, “bahala na si batman”. so please mr. batman, don’t fail me and make sure joker doesn’t get in the way. but deep down inside, in the innermost of my heart, i had faith that God will take care of my situation and turn it around for the best.

to cut the story short, i took up ab psychology but told myself that if i didn’t like the first semester of majors, i would shift to communication arts or what available course there is for my liking. i cannot commit internal suicide, right? that was when another twist of fate happened. i enjoyed my majors and so i decided to stay in my course. who knew i’d really develop an interest in psychology? i couldn’t quite believe it, too, and truth be told, i studied my lessons diligently and listened to lectures attentively. but i still painted, drew, and designed at home. i only stopped diary-writing and journaling which i have been religiously doing since i was ten. college was a jungle and i am a busy bee, i would say as an excuse to myself. okay, whatever floats your boat, self. college life really got a toll on me. it was a period of adjustmemt, growth, and discovery. i could not sit down long enough to process my thoughts before another requirement and responsibility came rushing along. thank God for giving me friends in the halls of green and white! they were the few, who i did not even expect to develop friendship with in the first place, but became my home away from home and made me permanently decide to stay in my course. i am contented and comforted by their company and so college became one of my most fun chapters ever. they were happy days when i look back but even happier on thursdays, if you know what i mean. life is indeed full of surprises.

what now after college? that degree was nothing but a piece of paper. yes, it was a privilege but i realized it’s hard work and determination that take you places with consistent prayer. what do i want to be now? funny how this question still haunted me and as all grown-up as i appear to be, i did not have a clear answer to it yet. part of me still wanted to be a painter or a fashion designer but i also wanted to simply answer “i just want to be happy” which was very vague. i guess what i meant to say was to be in a state of happiness. but then o learned that happiness is only a part of a spectrum of feelings and emotions that we humans experience. there is also sadness, anger, fear, and contempt to name some and we have to go through each one of them. that’s what makes us human, after all. another part of me also wanted to become a lifestyle writer but my only experience in writing were few feature writing awards from contests i have joined in grade school. not enough. suddenly, i realized i wanted to be a pre-school teacher. finally. a career related to my chosen course. how satisfying it would be to mold young minds and hearts? i believe early intervention makes a huge difference in a child’s development of morals and values so it would be great honor to be a part of one’s formative years. for some odd reason though, it did not push through. so scratch that for now. i’ll save my empathy and nurturing nature later on if i really get the chance to be a pre-school teacher or when i become a mother. i had a “sure and secure” job in a bank back then so “why risk it?” adults would point out. uh-oh. how sad that they have let the child in them die! but again, inam not in the position to judge anyone who stays and settles in a “sure and secure job” if that’s how they can make a living.

now, i work for my father. i’ve always known this time would come and so i welcome it. the very least i can do to give back to my parents is to be of their helping hand. the fourth commandment even said, “honor your parents” and so shall i do. what i want to be is still unclear to me but i am secured with the faith that as long as i do what is right and do not step on anybody, i will become who i am supposed to be. so if you ask me, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” my answer is, whoever and wherever life shapes and takes me. i realized i cannot just answer that question based on life stages unless i am royalty. but even royals can still abdicate their thrones! so there. we always have a choice. why do you think God gifted us, humans, willpower unlike animals? because through it, we can choose to do what is right and not base our decisions on pure instinct as what animals only have. through willpower and steadfast spirit, we can become the persons God has called us to be. maybe i’d end up with any of those professions that i have mentioned — or maybe not. but there is no need to dwell on things only heaven knows the answer. meanwhile, i can choose to paint my days the way i like them to be, make life as my canvas, and place God as my inspiration. so ‘til then, i’ll keep on painting.