#i'm also planning on adding a bad books verse!!

[crimsonvelvet]

Meanings of names. Batim/Batdr edition!

Hello there! I'm back with another name meanings list! This time it's the Bendy verse, because it was immortalized (Hehe heh get it) yet again, and I couldn't be more excited.

So! I will be doing the primary characters for both games, BUT not all of them. I’ll be doing all the folks from Batim, since there aren’t as many as in Batdr, which added a TON of new characters and I for the live of me can't do them all. It would take me an eternity, so there... So, I won’t do those who had like one tape or memo. Sorry. I also will not be including characters from the comics or the books. Yeah. (but I can do a part 2 if you guys want ehehehehe)

Let's go!

Toons (not doing the corrupted versions, they’re technically the same)

Bendy. I'm pretty sure that Meatly made it up from the name of some editing program. Something something Bender, not sure.

Boris. From a Bulgar Turkic name, also recorded as Bogoris, perhaps meaning "short" or "wolf" or "snow leopard". Hey! Literally a wolf!

Alice. From the Old French name Aalis, a short form of Adelais, itself a short form of the Germanic name Adalheidis, which means "noble type". Hmm, I like it! Fits her. I’m obviously also counting Twisted Alice and Allison Angel. They all have the same name.

Charley (one of my favourite characters hehehehe). Diminutive form of Charles, which means  "man". Literally. Just man. MAN. That’s it. I guess that fits... Charley is, after all, A MALE. Yeah.

Barley. Means “grower of barley”. Lmao. Just like that.

Edgar.  Derived from the Old English elements ead "wealth, fortune" and gar "spear". I mean... I guess? He has nothing to do with spears, but he’s got fangs. They’re sharp. Spears are sharp.

Humans (from here on going in alphabet order)

Allison Pendle. Norman French diminutive of Aalis, so basically the same as Alice. Cool! She’s very sweet, so it fits for her as well!

Audrey Drew (putting her here because I don’t really count her as an ink entity). Medieval diminutive of Æðelþryð, which is derived from the Old English elements æðel "noble" and þryð "strength". Oh, she sure is strong! 

Bertrum Piedmont. Means "bright raven", derived from the Germanic element beraht "bright" combined with hramn "raven". Uhhmm. Ooook then. Not sure where the raven comes from.

Daniel ”Buddy” Lewek. From the Hebrew name דָּנִיֵּאל (Daniyyel), meaning "God is my judge". Nuuuu, Buddy:(      I still feel very bad for him... Man, poor guy.

Grant Cohen. From an English and Scottish surname that was derived from Norman French grand meaning "great, large". Well, his boss had GRANT plans for the studio (please don’t hurt me, I know the pun is bad).

Henry Stein (the man!). From the Germanic name Heimirich meaning "home ruler", composed of the elements heim "home" and ric "ruler". OOOOHH, i love it! Considering he is the actual creator of Bendy, he technically is the ruler!

Jack Fain. Derived from Jackin (earlier Jankin), a medieval diminutive of John, which itself is derived from the Hebrew name יוֹחָנָן (Yochanan) meaning "Yahweh is gracious". Maybe Jack is jewish? It’s unlikely, but I literally don’t know what to say here.

Joey Dr(ew). Diminutive of Joseph, which was from the Hebrew name יוֹסֵף (Yosef), meaning "he will add". Endless torment, that’s what he’ll add. Ugh, poor Henry.

Lacie Benton. Variant of Lacy. From a surname that was derived from Lassy, the name of a town in Normandy. I couldn’t really find anything else, so...I guess?

Nathan Arch Sr. From the Hebrew name נָתָן (Natan) meaning "he gave". Wha-  what’d he give? A new chance for Bendy to be relevant again? Idk, really.

Nathan ”Wilson” Arch Jr (please don’t hurt me, but I kinda like him as a villain... Like, yeah, he’s creepy as all heck, but isn’t that kinda the point? So there, I said it). I will be doing his moniker, since duh. The name comes from an English surname meaning "son of William". Eeeehhhh, almost fits, just replace William with Nathan.

Norman Polk (eeeeyyyy it’s ma dude!). From an old Germanic byname meaning "northman", referring to a viking. Now that’s interesting. I can’t tell English accents apart very well, but I saw someone say he’s got a southern accent. And then there’s NORTHman. Hmmmm.

Sammy Lawrence. Diminutive of Samuel, coming from the Hebrew name שְׁמוּאֵל (Shemu'el), which could mean either "name of God" or "God has heard". Lmao, I guess his god really did hear him. And decided to fucking murder him.

Shawn Flynn.  Anglicized form of Seán, which on itself is the Irish form of John, so basically the same as Jack.

Susie Campbell. Diminutive of Susan. This was derived from the Hebrew word שׁוֹשָׁן (shoshan) meaning "lily" (in modern Hebrew this also means "rose"), perhaps ultimately from Egyptian sšn "lotus". Oh, maybe those are her favourite flowers!

Thomas Connor. Greek form of the Aramaic name תָּאוֹמָא (Ta'oma') meaning "twin". OH he and Buddy are technically twins! Or, well, clones.

Wally Franks. Diminutive of Walter, which comes from a Germanic name meaning "ruler of the army", composed of the elements wald "rule" and hari "army". Pffft, he’s the ruler of the army that got OUTTA THE STUDIO, yeah ok it fits.

Ink entities (not doing Sammy, Jack and Norman for obvious reasons)

Betty. Diminutive of Elizabeth. From Ἐλισάβετ (Elisabet), the Greek form of the Hebrew name אֱלִישֶׁבַע ('Elisheva') meaning "my God is an oath". The heck- did she turn into Sammy?

Big Steve. Short form of Steven, which derives from the Greek name Στέφανος (Stephanos) meaning "crown, wreath". Uhh, I guess? Is there something that we have yet to discover?

Heidi. German diminutive of Adelheid, which means "noble type", from the French form of the Germanic name Adalheidis. Damn, what’s with all the nobles? Unrelated, but I love her bowtie.

Porter. From an occupational English surname meaning "doorkeeper". Oooohh, ok then, he technically is one.

And that’s it! Whew, took me quite some time. Please do tell me if you want a part two with the other folks! I’m not sure, when (and if) I’ll make it, we’l have to see.

[teecupangel]

I saw that box ask and I'm wondering what would happen if the other ancestors also had a box

The “Altaïr and Desmond find boxes that lets them send stuff to one another” ask.

So, since the ask above is AltDes, I’m gonna assume this would be EziDes and ConDes to be fair XD

Ezio:

Ezio would be used to sharing things with his siblings and, even if the Auditores were quite wealthy, Ezio still received some hand-me-downs from Federico. So, in this situation, the best way to ensure Ezio would keep the box a secret would be for him to get the box during a time when he hates the idea that his old stuff will be given to Petruccio. By the time he’s warmed up to the idea of Petruccio having his hand-me-downs, the box has been in his possession long enough that he believes it’s his alone. (also, while this wasn’t stated in Altaïr’s version, Ezio and the others become quite possessive of the box and they think of Desmond as their ‘most treasured secret’)

Desmond’s side remains the same, he finds it the same way, he writes about it the same way. The only difference is that Ezio isn’t all that well-verse in the English language but he is curious about the notes in the box so he looks it up. There’s a few teasing from his siblings about how he’s studying something none of his tutors even tell him to study about and he just laughs it off because teasing is pretty much part of their ‘love language’.

So, because Ezio’s English was barely existent, it takes him a while to write back. He learns that the box does get more notes inside it and he believes he found a magical way to talk to a stranger from far away. The more his English gets better (although it’s quite different from the English the writer of the notes uses), the more he realized how lonely and sad the stranger is so he writes back to him in his broken English but he writes in Italian first, adding the broken English below. In Italian, he writes “I’m sorry I’m not good at English but I just want to write this letter. I hope you’re doing well today.” and then cringes because he’s super polite in the letter ‘cause that’s how he was taught to write letters.

Still, it gets the job done and the next letter sounds less sad and more curious when Ezio read it “Who are you?”

From there, Ezio and Desmond start exchanging letters. Later on, they start exchanging small gifts like candies (Desmond) and little trinkets (Ezio) that could fit inside the box.

It’s when Desmond tells Ezio that he plans to run away that they… start understanding when each other is. Because Ezio’s English is still not that good and Desmond doesn’t know enough about world history, Ezio assumes the weird words Desmond says at times (like microwave) are words from Desmond’s dialect that is not used by the books they have at home while Desmond assumes Ezio is a rich kid and doesn’t understand the importance of names like ‘Medici’. So, in this scenario, Desmond runs away and Ezio is just like “Okay, Desmond! Come to Firenze! I will ask my parents to take you in as our ward!”

Then Desmond gets to Florence (it takes a few months because, well, he’s a kid) and follows Ezio’s instructions while Ezio tells his parents about a friend of his that ran away from a ‘bad place’ and their parents are like “a friend? (raised eyebrow)” but they agree to let the friend stay for a bit, more to check who this friend is. All this ward business… they’ll think about it.

Anyway, Desmond gets to Florence but he can’t find Palazzo Auditore so he starts writing to Ezio and they keep exchanging notes while trying to find one another. Then an old lady that hears Desmond looking for Palazzo Auditore tells him that she had heard legends of that name, an old fallen noble family that had its records destroyed long ago.

And Desmond and Ezio continue to write to one another and Desmond finally asks the question “What year are you from?”

And that’s how they learn that they’re centuries apart from one another.

In this scenario, Desmond stays in Italy for the next couple of years, trying to find out what happened to the Auditores because Ezio is freaking out (They disappeared from records? They’re a fallen noble family???) and that leads him to Villa Auditore because Ezio was like “Maybe it’s just our family. I have an uncle in Monteriggioni. Maybe his descendants are still there.” and then… silence. Ezio doesn’t hear from Desmond until…

Ezio got into a fight with Vieri de' Pazzi on the Ponte Vecchio. He habitually opens the box to check if Desmond would ever send anything, sometimes he would send notes just asking if he’s alright, to please talk to him, anything. After getting patched up by the dottore, he checked the box and his heart skips a beat when he sees the folded paper inside. He opens it and…

“Ezio, your father and brothers will be executed in a few days. Leave Florence now.”

So, in this scenario, all of the checking Desmond did got him in the eyes of Abstergo who captured him wwwaaaayyy earlier. He and Ezio are both the same age and are experiencing the same ‘time’ in the sense that they grow older at the same rate. So Abstergo captured him while he’s 17, a month or so before Ezio gets his face hit by a stone that scars him. And because it’s Abstergo that captures him, they have a bit more information of Ezio’s life which Vidic’s assistant (who is not Lucy) was okay with telling Desmond, thinking it will help him synch with Ezio better. Security isn’t all that big deal at the moment since they think Desmond is a child who would cooperate better if they give him a bit of freedom so he has access to paper and pencil.

In this situation, they skipped Altaïr entirely and went straight for Ezio’s memories.

The butterfly effect on this one starts super early because of Desmond’s warning and only Desmond and Ezio are ‘protected’ and keep their memories even as they change the past which changes Desmond’s present.

Also, because this is super early in the timeline, the Assassins might be able to save Desmond earlier too. Maayybbeee.

Ratonhnhaké:ton

For this one, Ratonhnhaké:ton finds the box in the charred ruins of his village after he failed to save his mother. It was underneath the same log that had pinned his mother and he thought that perhaps it belonged to his mother.

The notes were already there by the time Ratonhnhaké:ton found them and he actually thought they might have belonged to his father instead, perhaps notes that his mother had kept about how his father didn’t like their village at all. Then, the notes disappeared and were replaced by new ones, and Ratonhnhaké:ton starts to wonder where these notes are coming from.

So, at this point, Ratonhnhaké:ton was curious about whoever was sending these notes and he brings them to the clan mother who is his grandmother. The clan mother thinks it is a curious thing and she does not remember her daughter ever having one. She encourages Ratonhnhaké:ton to try and contact the one sending the message. Perhaps they could provide guidance to Ratonhnhaké:ton in some way as it did appear underneath the village.

In this one, Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond talk to each other in English although Ratonhnhaké:ton is teaching Desmond Kanien'kéha. Ratonhnhaké:ton mostly sends little trinkets like feathers from birds he hunted himself and Desmond usually sends candies as well. Desmond's most prized possession is a necklace Ratonhnhaké:ton made himself. A very similar one to the one he has on his neck where the box is. He made it for Desmond so Desmond could wear the box like him (and because he heard of this thing called 'friendship bracelet' from Desmond and wanted something similar to share with Desmond)

Unlike the Ezio version, Desmond has a vague idea that Ratonhnhaké:ton’s words were strange so they realized they’re not the same time period early on.

Now, here’s where the butterfly effect hits Desmond instead because Ratonhnhaké:ton tries to become an Assassin… at the age of 13. Desmond is still on the Farm by that point and reading the training Ratonhnhaké:ton goes thru…

You guess it.

This is a timeline where Desmond never left the Farm. Instead, Ratonhnhaké:ton’s earnest wish to be an Assassin to protect his village pushes Desmond to do better. Not for his father but because it makes him feel connected with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

In this setup, Desmond starts his ‘next training’ the same time Ratonhnhaké:ton becomes an Assassin (and there’s some light teasing about how Desmond is lagging behind, just friendly banter that makes Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond smile) and he learns that his father had acquired an Animus (a very early iteration) and wants to use it to speed up Desmond’s growth. The plan was for him to relive the legendary Ezio Auditore’s memories but something happens.

When they try to load Ezio’s memories, it fails and loads a different memory…

A memory from an unknown ancestor with the date in the Animus saying November 6, 1773.

So… the main point is… Ratonhnhaké:ton and Ezio got fucked by the narrative super early so Desmond gets fucked by the narrative earlier as well. Altaïr, while his life did sorta suck early on (Umar died at 11, Abbas threw away their friendship during their teen years, Adha died, etc), he actually didn’t really get fucked by the narrative until later on?

[actuallylisteningtolyrics]

Iscariot

"Until now, I knew this of myself." Right from the start, I'd say I'm too confused. Knew what? I think since songs often lack a greater context and have few methods of conveying context, it's extremely important to establish clear context right from the beginning.

The rest of the first verse tracks for me. The poetic irony that the person who told you not to be so trusting, was the one that betrayed you. As if he were trying to save you from himself.

With this "that's" section... I'm not really clear on what "that" is. My best guess is for Jesus to lose his faith.

I think it's a strong premise for a song. Biblical betrayal.

Dreams

Does a good job of not confusing me which I consider a serious accomplishment.

It's a song about a girl having feelings but keeping them to herself because for whatever reason, she can't be with this person. And she talks about how hard it is because she's so in love.

Wow, I would--very much like to be in love myself!

Paranoia Purple

A song about paranoia, with a clever color spin although I don't feel it's fully realized.

I'm not sure what "color in as many lines" means. My best guess is it's a coloring book metaphor, meaning he'll do the work of coloring things in and doubling as adding color that isn't purple.

Otherwise, it's a great song about how paranoia can make you sabotage something that's going well. And once a fuckin' gain, wish I had love!

It's a compelling and emotional premise.

While I think I can write about things outside of my experience, it'll definitely be easiest to tap into things you're personally feeling.

"How could I forget about you now." Not sure what this is conveying. I suppose a sort of disbelief that she let him go.

Polaroid Solution

This appears to be using a very specific metaphor which would be cute for people who understand polaroid cameras but for me, I'm lost as heck.

As a song in general, it's making a lot of references to specific things that I need context to understand. References can be very alienating.

In general, it's a very academic song about how technology distracts from understanding the self. It's like a crossword puzzle or a research project as a song. I'm not into it.

Maureen

It seems to be a very similar song to Dreams in terms of being about someone who has strong feelings for another person that can't be realized.

More specifically, it's about someone who's just fed up about hearing about his crush's sexual exploits because it's painful and he feels lonely. And boy, do I find that relatable.

This is what I feel a song should be. A strong premise with understandable lyrics. Maybe the one thing I'd add is story progression.

Bad Kids

A very simple party song about partying, calling attention to being cool. Doesn't feel too redundant because it builds onto the concept in a simple way.

It's maybe overly simple but I'd much rather that than overly confusing.

Don't Change Your Plans

I feel like I analyzed these lyrics before but I don't remember.

It's a song about someone who needs to move on with his life, and he's telling the girl he left behind not to build her life around him.

He has a wandering spirit but doesn't appear to fully understand it or have a healthy way of handling it.

See, these are lyrics done right. They're clear and simple but also provocative.

Whatsername

Already did this many times before so I can reap the benefits of knowing the lyrics. Glorious.

You Can Make Me Free

A simple song about how someone can generate wondrous possibilities for someone. I know exactly what it's about.

It's worth pointing out that I like when lyrics don't repeat themselves.

Keep An Eye On Dan

A mother and a father who are separated, and the mother's simultaneously worried that he'll hurt both her and their son. She still has feelings for him but something bad happened in the past.

A clever premise! A great song.

Carol Brown

This is the right way to do comedy. Actually good music, clever jokes, quirky.

Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

A simple song about partying on a Saturday. Who wouldn't like this. With some fun details about the night.

"Best friend floats at the bottom of a glass" is a little confusing but I imagine he means his reflection.

Undertow

I have no fucking idea what these abstract-ass lyrics are supposed to mean.

Via the chorus, it seems like being so passionate about love that you shout it from the streets and hurt yourself.

Run Away With Me

A great, sweet love song. Ungh!

[svcrecy]

YOU KNOW WHAT. I have to ask dhdjdjd

But for anyone who hasn’t read the secret series ⚠️ DONT READ WHAT IM ABOUT TO SAY! SPOILERS!!!⚠️

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Have you thought about writing for post-story Max? Like, after he wrote all the books?

⚠️ YES AVERT YOUR EYES ALL OF YOU ⚠️

But most definitely! Bosch himself as a commentator has already made himself known once or twice, but I'm very much planning to flesh him out as a proper muse v e e e ry shortly >:)

I cam hardly resist when it comes to versions of M-E, I have to admit. Any versions of him, at all, ever?? I'm writin' em.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Please tell me we'll get more Winged Multiverse content soon, like the Undertale crew finding out the specifics about the Resets, or some stuff involving Razz and King(they're so UNDERRATED!!!!), or Edge finding out about the Multiverse, or that Horror one shot you mentioned you wanted to write, or some more cute shippy stuff! Just give me more Winged Multi verse content, please, I'm begging! WE HAVE STARVED OF THIS CONTENT FOR TOO LONG, PEOPLE!! PLEASE GIVE US AT LEAST ONE THING!🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Idk if I can say soon, because school and life be kickin my ass rn and my only focus is wip chaps rather than starting something new, BUT.

I haven’t abandoned Winged, by any means! I have a lot of plans for it, it’s just that a lot of them are… pretty vague. Hence why starting anything is a little too overwhelming rn lmfao. I hope to get around to it again when summer break hits this next week (〜￣▽￣)〜

Though, because it has been a long time… mayhaps I can spill some of the ideas I have written down for future fics, and also leave open an opportunity to throw more ideas at me! Some shorter fics might be nice to focus on for once while my brain wraps around Violet part 3 and LAN oof.

So if that interests anyone huehuehue:

- My main focus rn is fleshing out Lust’s story, actually. Lil fluffy LustBerry fic, probably, with a splash of hurt/comfort lmao.

- I do have a plan for the UT crew finding out about Resets, explained that here

- I would love to do something with Razz and King or other secondary characters of the series, ngl. I know I’ve been toying with how to get the Bad Time Trio together somehow (not like, for a fight or anything, just for funsies lmao), but idk! Kinda jumping all around there XD

- Past Dreamtale fic! Some Vantablack, maybe Dream angst huehue

- Also had a vague idea for Dream coming out of his stone prison but again, smol, not thought out much. I wasn’t sure if it would fit better as a stand alone or added to something so I’ve been holding off.

- … That Horror idea is very wonky but I really wanna do something with him. I might figure out some way to work it XD

- The most fleshed out plot I have rn is the main one with Nightmare’s reluctant scheming, but obviously, I cannot say much there. It’s more of an issue of actually writing it than it is of any planning. Cuz hoo boi have I got plans for him muhahahah. I have talked about it all to one friend on discord, so have the meme I tortured them with for now :D

As you can see, most I have is a lot of puzzle pieces and nothing to attach them to lmao! Even so, I do love where this series has gone, and I do wanna continue it. I won’t make any promises, because it all depends on how my IRL stuff goes, but maybe I’ll make a little ficlet book for shorter takes on the winged bois! I will not promise that I’ll write every story idea everyone gives me, cuz I doubt I’ll write anything I just generally don’t vibe with, but hey, the options there, why not.

Maybe it’ll be nice, maybe I’ll regret everything I said by tomorrow morning, who knows! Guess we’ll find out later ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[msilwrites]

(A 3AM Update) A True Gentleman, Chapter 19 - Taking back her life

A/N: Hi guys, Chapter 19 is up! Some lighthearted comedy here and there too. Not really much of a plot device, but we're approaching how to handle the reality of Diana's situation as she tries to take her life back. Tell me what you think in the comments below, and Enjoy reading!

NINETEEN

Taking back her life

Diana looked at the dating app on her phone and read the exchange of messages with her date. After the first time, in a long time, she was finally going out on a 'date'.

The guy who she had been chatting with seemed kind enough. In fact, she had chatted with him for a few weeks before even deciding to go out with him. She definitely does not want some asshole. Once bitten, twice shy. She has learned her lesson after all the years of being in an abusive relationship.

Again, sadly, she left the house through her bedroom window, not wanting to see Isaac. It had been weeks since they have seen each other. The only thing she heard was his voice and the sound of his footsteps around the house. In fact, he tried knocking on her bedroom door, only to be met with silence. She had been pretending to not be around for some time now, and the only time she talked to him was through phone messages, telling him that she had already paid the rent.

His attempts of communicating further were also met with silence on the other side of the line. If he was lucky, she would give him a late response as she was determined to cut herself from him emotionally.

**********

When Diana arrived at the place that she and her date agreed upon, she saw the open park theatre filled with orchestra musicians, packing their instruments. It appears that they had just finished their rehearsals.

She looked to her side, and there on one of the benches, seated, was a handsome man, reading through countless music sheets. She walks in his direction and clears her throat to get his attention.

"Maestro... I'm Diana Rutherford..."

**********

It was a funny reason why Diana had agreed on this date in the first place. First of all, it wasn't for something romantic. Her date is actually a music executive, composer and orchestra director who went to the dating app, only to find a replacement singer who can sing opera in alto-soprano for a small formal charity benefit to be held at the park. Second, she needed someone to talk to, and he and she happen to get along well. Nothing more.

Diana, with opera training, and whose voice happens to fall under alto-soprano, agreed, with a bit of hesitation, of course, thinking if this was legit or not. Furthermore, there was a promise of payment, which made her finally give in. Taking on a part-time job was not so bad after all, especially that she needed some extra funds.

"Uhhmmm, how do I address you?" was her first question. Of course, she knows his name. An epitome of tall, dark and handsome, he carried this air of quiet respect. So she wanted to be polite.

"By my name would be great" was his reply, accompanied with a disarming smile.

" Alright, Aedan... " she cleared her throat and sat up straight.

"Well, I'm just curious, what were you doing in the app with a fake profile? You don't look like you needed to do that" he states, seeing that she was nothing like the way she describes in her profile.

"I was looking for someone to date... no erase that, I was hoping for someone to talk to... the app was a convenient tool, especially, with the anonymity that the internet provided, but then I found you and that weird ad/ profile of yours." was her straight and honest answer.

He laughs at how honest she was. "Can't you afford a therapist? " he asked playfully.

" I can, but I can't afford to book a session with him every day... that will drain my funds" she reasons, and he chuckles at how direct yet funny she sounded.

"Don't you have friends?"

"Of course! I have friends! But..."

"But?"

"But I can't possibly worry them enough and stress them out. I can't be dependent on them for everything. There are also some things I can't discuss with them, you know? there are limits..."

"Like how you had been in love with their father for a long time?" he adds, remembering that she mentioned this to him before when they chatted in the app.

" Yep... see how that sounds like? 'Daddy Issues'. I mean I do admit, I have that. I will definitely get disowned by my friends if those issues come to light..." she sighs. "Oh, by the way, where are your other singers? and why did you have to find a singer using the dating app?" she adds.

He sighs, " One is currently busy with her children, a few of them preparing for their final papers, the others are currently overseas, travelling, no one is available on the date of the performance..."

"Oh... yes, that is a problem..." she nodded in agreement. " But why the app? It's unconventional..." she reasons.

He laughs " It's unconventional, but it was fast and it worked! I found you! You do realize that the app isn't only about dating!" he says, referring to the 'social' part where you find people or groups of like-minded people.

"Err... so do you plan to continue dating ?"

"No... I've deleted the app,"

"Ha? But why?"

"I didn't like some messages I've received from some..." he said, shaking his head and feeling the hair on the back of his head, stand. It creeped him out just remembering those inappropriate messages.

"Well... I can only imagine..." she said, understanding that he must've received some 'thirsty' messages that anyone will be uncomfortable reading, due to how attractive he is.

"Why did you click my profile?"

" Well... obviously, I swiped right because you're an attractive man... you look like a clean-cut version of 'Ross Poldark', other than that, I would have not talked to you, if not for what you've written in your bio."

" I like your honesty!" he declares and threw his head back laughing.

"Thank you..."

"Did you really have opera training?" he asked, still in doubt.

"Yes, I started during the sixth form, my grandmother sent me to lessons to build my confidence and voice...It even became my elective back in university... Then I joined choirs, sang oratorios... so on and so forth... I sang with the choir in church and there were times I sang part-time as a soloist in some events. I enjoyed those times, "

" What made you stop? Singing I mean?"

"I... I..." she paused for a moment, finding a clear way to explain what happened. " I got into a relationship... "

"Let me guess... he was either possessive or abusive?" he guessed, already knowing which was it.

"Both actually... he didn't like me being looked at when I sang... I guess he wanted the audience to close their eyes during a song..." she recalls, remembering the incident with her ex, Jesse.

Aedan laughed and nodded in agreement. Hearing such situations wasn't new to him. He had a few incidents before where a soloist came to a rehearsal with a black eye. Abusive people demand the victim's attention solely focused on them, and try to cut off the victim from the activities they love.

"I do hope you are no longer with that man... I don't want another soloist coming to a rehearsal unable to sing properly because she is injured... don't get me wrong, I may want the performance to be perfect, but I do care for people, and I do feel the pain when I see such situations..."

"Yes... don't worry, I've broken up with him a long time ago," she assured.

"Good!" he exclaims and after a while, remembers something and looks at his watch. "Rehearsals resume in an hours time. Let's have lunch, and we will test your voice later"

**********

"What made you want to sing again? If I may ask?" Aedan said, waiting for the orchestra to return to their seats.

"It's just... I want my life back, Aedan... I just want to go back to what I used to be" was her answer, and he understood.

"Alright..." Aedan taps his baton on the podium, signalling everyone that they were about to start rehearsal. He calls in another person, and another man enters the stage.

"Diana, this is Max, your duet, Max, this is Diana, your new partner!" Aedan introduces.

Diana looked at Max and her mouth hung agape in admiration. if Aedan is handsome, so is Max! Tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome, bearing a fleeting resemblance to Hugh Jackman. She smiled, and giggled to herself, thanking her lucky stars for being surrounded by handsome men today. This would definitely be a good step to move on.

"Diana," Max stretches his hand out for a handshake and she gives them a tight squeeze, whilst smiling like a schoolgirl at him.

"You can ogle at him later, all you want, if you pass the 'audition', Diana!" Aedan teased, earning him a grimace from her. He chuckled at her reaction but quickly asked her to stand straight and get ready for vocal warm-ups.

Aedan sits adjacent to the grand piano and plays the keys for the duet to warm up. After the vocal warm-ups, he goes back to his podium and the orchestra sat in position.

"We have a tradition in this group, every time there is a new singer... as a welcome, she is to sing-" Aedan waves his baton and the began to play the introductory part of the song 'Libiamo ne' lieti calici' which was followed by Max baritone voice, singing the first verse and turning to Diana with a smile.

"How appropriate," she smiled, knowing that it was quite a welcoming song and felt the excitement in her heart to sing once again. And when her turn came, she took a deep breath and without hesitation and care of the possibility of singing out of tune, she gave it her all.

When the song was about to close, the orchestra plays increases their tempo, so as the two duets and then together, they hit the high note with their voices, closing the brindisi.

Diana catches her breath, it was definitely a struggle for her to hit the note, how long has it been since she sang? Years. However, she was met by applause by the orchestra musicians, her duet partner, and the director, Aedan, which came to her as a surprise, because she knew she didn't hit every note right.

"Welcome to the group, Diana!" Max smiles, giving her a squeeze in her hand.

"Thank you, Max!" was her response.

"Welcome to the group, Diana! you've missed a note here and there, but I believe that can be improved with practice" Aedan says, as he approaches. The way he said 'practice' already scares her.

**********

"Oh, my, my, Diana! you are glowing, recently!" Mrs Chambers greets Diana as she goes back to her reception area after lunch.

"Thank you! But what do you mean glowing?" she asked, a little bemused.

" You lively! Happier?! no longer gloomy liked you used to be, no offence" was Mrs Chambers direct answer.

"None taken..." she smiles, knowing that Mrs Chambers has a point. She looked like a pale, gloomy flower.

"Is this a new skincare? beauty routine? activity, a new man?"

Diana laughed at the last part of what Mrs Chambers said. "No, unfortunately, not a man... It's probably because of having clarity of the mind now," she said, knowing that Mrs Chambers was also aware of the past depressing incidents that she had gone through.

"I am glad for that!" Mrs Chambers smiles at her.

Earning the clarity of the mind was one of the things Diana was grateful for. Especially now that she was trying to take her life back.

She looks at her schedule on her phone. On Thursday evenings, she takes JUDO classes, and on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon were rehearsals and additional training with Aedan. He wasn't kidding when she told her how strict he is. Heck, he knows when one didn't practice the song. There was a wee bit of regret in her for agreeing to take JUDO classes and joining the orchestra as one of their singers, especially now that she had to follow strict discipline. But gratefulness, enjoyment, and the contentment it gave her overweighs the regret.

**********

Diana enters the restaurant and looks around for Aedan. He told her that they would meet at this restaurant which was, near her office, before they head for practice.

She smiles and waves at him, upon seeing him seated at a table near the window. He smiles back and waves at her to come over.

"Hello, Aedan"

"Good Afternoon, Diana! I sure do hope you practised the song."

"Ahehehe... I did!..."

He narrows his eyes on her.

"I swear I did!, though it was a struggle, I made sure I did, every day! In full voice!" she says in her defence.

Aedan laughs. "Don't worry, I understand, you don't want your 'crush' to hear you singing! By the way, do you still leave the house using your bedroom window?"

She looks at him sheepishly and that look she gave was enough to answer his question.

He throws his head back laughing. "Oh, Diana! How are you going to leave the house on the day of the performance? Do you want me to rescue you from the tower and fight the dragon?" he teased.

"What the heck! Aedan! Dr. Skovgaard isn't a dragon!"

"I never said that!" he says, hand up in surrender, still laughing.

"Diana?!" a familiar voice calls her name, she looks around to find Allegra seated at the nearby table.

"Allegra!" she greets, a little nervous, as if she was a little girl caught in a misdeed.

"You're here! I haven't seen you in a long time! Look how glowing you are!" Allegra says, echoing the same thing Mrs Chambers had said and gives her friend a tight embrace. "You wouldn't join us for dinner, what have you been up to?!" was her next question.

"Ahehehe..."

However, before Diana could think of an answer, Allegra turns her attention to Aedan. She looked at him suspiciously which made Diana nervous.

"And may I know who is this? care to introduce me to your new friend?"

"This is Aedan, Aedan, this is Allegra, my best friend..." she introduces, and Allegra immediately takes the seat beside Diana, still looking at the man suspiciously.

Aedan beams at her and stretches out his hands, offering Allegra a handshake, which she took.

"Hi, I'm Aedan McInnes... Diana's date" he says, followed by his disarming smile. Knowing that Diana didn't want to tell anyone of her current activities.

"What?!" Allegra's eyes widened in shock. "Since when? You've never told us anything, Diana!" she says, turning to Diana.

"Oh! it's just recent! I didn't want to tell anyone because everything happened just recently! Plus, I didn't want to worry you, also... Aedan's a great guy!" she reasons and gives the grinning man a quick glare.

"I see... well... Of course, I'd be worried about you, and Aedan, what do you do?" was the beginning of Allegra's interrogation.

" I am a music producer," was his reply, which is part of the truth.

Diana sighs, as the interrogation continued.

**********

"Out of many things you could think of! Aedan! you told Allegra, that you're my date..." was the first thing that came out of Diana during the rehearsal break. They were almost late for rehearsal because of it. "We barely made it out of there!"

However, the only reply Aedan gave was a hearty laugh. "Tell me, Diana, what are you exactly worried about? By right, we are not doing anything wrong,"

She paused for a moment and thought about it. What was she worried about " I... I don't know... Dr Skovgaard finding out?" the reason just carelessly slipped out of her lips.

"Aha!" Aedan exclaimed, causing Diana to jolt in surprise.

"What?"

" You're worried about your crush finding out!" he declares.

" Wait...what? I said that?! I-"

"Diana, look, you should not worry, in fact, you should be glad! If your Dr Skovgaard reacts, then it means he cares for you!"

"Of course, that man cares for me! I told you he sees me as his daughter! "

"Uh, uh , uh, that will depend on how he reacts!" he adds, making her a little hopeful. However, she knew that it was impossible.

**********

It was a Sunday when Allegra met her father for brunch. She excitedly jogs upon the small staircase that led to the front door of the restaurant. She had been wanting to tell her dad what she had recently found out.

"Woah... Allegra, what is all this excitement about?" was the first thing Isaac said to his daughter, the moment she arrived at their table, looking a little too excited. He chuckles and calls for the waiter, thinking that it was some sort of good news.

"Guess what I've found out yesterday dad!" her tone and expression turning into 'worry'.

"What is it?"

" Ross Poldark! he's dating her!!" Allegra declares. Describing how Aedan, her friend's date yesterday, has a fleeting resemblance to the character.

"Wait... what? " was his reply, unable to comprehend what his daughter was saying.

" Diana is dating again!!" she declares, clearer this time.

Isaac's expression changes from 'worry' to something darker. Which his daughter didn't notice as she continued telling what she found out.

A/N: I probably made some grammatical errors here and there, so I'd do some soft editing from time to time. Why do you think Isaac's expression darkened? tell me what you think in the comments below.

Also;

Brindisi - is a drinking song.

A number of Opera Singers / Choral Singers / Soloist / Orchestra Musicians have day jobs.

My face claims were; Aidan Turner and Hugh Jackman for Aedan and Max (Because Hugh can sing). I also want to assure you, they're not rivals of Isaac, but plot vouchers for the next chapters. These characters are there to give clarity and support to Diana.

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Switching Lanes With St. Vincent

By Molly Young

January 22, 2019

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On a cold recent night in Brooklyn, St. Vincent appeared onstage in a Saint Laurent smoking jacket to much clapping and hooting, gave the crowd a deadpan look, and said, “Without being reductive, I'd like to say that we haven't actually done anything yet.” Pause. “So let's do something.”

She launched into a cover of Lou Reed's “Perfect Day”: an arty torch-song version that made you really wonder whom she was thinking about when she sang it. This was the elusive chanteuse version of St. Vincent, at least 80 percent leg, with slicked-back hair and pale, pale skin. She belted, sipped from a tumbler of tequila (“Oh, Christ on a cracker, that's strong”), executed little feints and pounces, flung the mic cord away from herself like a filthy sock, and spat on the stage a bunch of times. Nine parts Judy Garland, one part GG Allin.

If the Garland-Allin combination suggests that St. Vincent is an acquired taste, she's one that has been acquired by a wide range of fans. The crowd in Brooklyn included young women with Haircuts in pastel fur and guys with beards of widely varying intentionality. There was a woman of at least 90 years and a Hasidic guy in a tall hat, which was too bad for whoever sat behind him. There were models, full nuclear families, and even a solitary frat bro. St. Vincent brings people together.

If you chart the career of Annie Clark, which is St. Vincent's civilian name, you will see what start-up founders and venture capitalists call “hockey-stick growth.” That is, a line that moves steadily in a northeast direction until it hits an “inflection point” and shoots steeply upward. It's called hockey-stick growth because…it looks like a hockey stick.

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The toe of the stick starts with Marry Me, Clark's debut solo album, which came out a decade ago and established a few things that would become essential St. Vincent traits: her ability to play a zillion instruments (she's credited on the album with everything from dulcimer to vibraphone), her highbrow streak (Shakespeare citations), her goofy streak (“Marry me!” is an Arrested Development bit), and her oceanic library of musical references (Kate Bush, Steve Reich, uh…D'Angelo!). The blade of the stick is her next four albums, one of them a collaboration with David Byrne, all of them confirming her presence as an enigma of indie pop and a guitar genius. The stick of the stick took a non-musical detour in 2016, when Clark was photographed canoodling with (now ex-) girlfriend Cara Delevingne at Taylor Swift's mansion, followed a few months later by pictures of Clark holding hands with Kristen Stewart. That brought her to the realm of mainstream paparazzi-pictures-in-the-Daily-Mail celebrity. Finally, the top of the stick is Masseduction, the 2017 album she co-produced with Jack Antonoff, which revealed St. Vincent to be not only experimental and beguiling but capable of turning out incorrigible bangers.

Masseduction made the case that Clark could be as much a pop star as someone like Sia or Nicki Minaj—a performer whose idiosyncrasies didn't have to be tamped down for mainstream success but could actually be amplified. The artist Bruce Nauman once said he made work that was like “going up the stairs in the dark and either having an extra stair that you didn't expect or not having one that you thought was going to be there.” The idea applies to Masseduction: Into the familiar form of a pop song Clark introduces surprising missteps, unexpected additions and subtractions. The album reached No. 10 on the Billboard 200. The David Bowie comparisons got louder.

This past fall, she released MassEducation (not quite the same title; note the addition of the letter a), which turned a dozen of the tracks into stripped-down piano songs. Although technically off duty after being on tour for nearly all of 2018, Clark has been performing the reduced songs here and there in small venues with her collaborator, the composer and pianist Thomas Bartlett. Whereas the Masseduction tour involved a lot of latex, neon, choreographed sex-robot dance moves, and LED screens, these recent shows have been comparatively austere. When she performed in Brooklyn, the stage was empty, aside from a piano and a side table. There were blue lights, a little piped-in fog for atmosphere, and that was it. It looked like an early-'90s magazine ad for premium liquor: art-directed, yes, but not to the degree that it Pinterested itself.

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The performance was similarly informal. Midway through one song, Clark forgot the lyrics and halted. “It takes a different energy to be performing [than] to sit in your sweatpants watching Babylon Berlin,” she said. “Wherever I am, I completely forget the past, and I'm like. ‘This is now.’ And sometimes this means forgetting song lyrics. So, if you will…tell me what the second fucking verse is.”

Clark has only a decade in the public eye behind her, but she's accomplished a good amount of shape-shifting. An openness to the full range of human expression, in fact, is kind of a requirement for being a St. Vincent fan. This is a person who has appeared in the front row at Chanel and also a person who played a gig dressed as a toilet, a person profiled in Vogue and on the cover of Guitar World.

The day before her Brooklyn show, I sat with Clark to find out what it's like to be utterly unstructured, time-wise, after a long stretch of knowing a year in advance that she had to be in, like, Denmark on July 4 and couldn't make plans with friends.

“I've been off tour now for three weeks,” she said. “When I say ‘off,’ I mean I didn't have to travel.”

This doesn't mean she hasn't traveled—she went to L.A. to get in the studio with Sleater-Kinney and also hopped down to Texas, where she grew up—just that she hasn't been contractually obligated to travel. What else did she do on her mini-vacation?

“I had the best weekend last weekend. I woke up and did hot Pilates, and then I got a bunch of new modular synths, and I set 'em up, and I spent ten hours with modular synths. Plugging things in. What happens when I do this? I'm unburdened by a full understanding of what's going on, so I'm very willing to experiment.”

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Like a child?

“Exactly. Did you ever get those electronics kits as a kid for like 20 bucks from RadioShack? Where you connect this wire to that one and a light bulb turns on? It's very much like that.”

There's an element of chaos, she said, that makes synth noodling a neat way to stumble on melodies that she might not have consciously assembled. She played with the synths by herself all day. “I don't stop, necessarily,” she said, reflecting on what the idea of “vacation” means to someone for whom “job” and “things I love to do” happen to overlap more or less exactly. “I just get to do other things that are really fun. I'm in control of my time.” She had plans to see a show at the New Museum, read books, play music and see movies alone, always sitting on the aisle so she could make a quick escape if necessary. But she will probably keep working. St. Vincent doesn't have hobbies.

When it manifests in a person, this synergy between life and work is an almost physically perceptible quality, like having brown eyes or one leg or being beautiful. Like beauty, it's a result of luck, and a quality that can invoke total despair in people who aren't themselves allotted it. This isn't to say that Clark's career is a stroke of unearned fortune but that her skills and character and era and influences have collided into a perfect storm of realized talent. And to have talent and realize that talent and then be beloved by thousands for exactly the thing that is most special about you: Is there anything a person could possibly want more? Is this why Annie Clark glows? Or is it because she's super pale? Or was it because there was a sound coming through the window where we sat that sounded thrillingly familiar?

“Is Amy Sedaris running by?” Clark asked, her spine straightening. A man with a boom mic was visible on the sidewalk outside. Another guy in a baseball cap issued instructions to someone beyond the window. Someone said “Action!” and a figure in vampire makeup and a clown wig streaked across the sidewalk. Someone said “Cut!” and Clark zipped over for a look. It was, in fact, Amy Sedaris, her clown wig bobbing in the 44-degree breeze. The mic operator was gagging with laughter. It seemed like a good omen, this sighting, like the New York City version of Groundhog Day: If an Amy Sedaris streaks across your sight line in vampire makeup, spring will arrive early.

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Another thing Clark does when off tour is absorb all the input that she misses when she's locked into performance mode. On a Monday afternoon, she met artist Lisa Yuskavage at an exhibition of her paintings at the David Zwirner gallery in Chelsea. Yuskavage was part of a mini-boom of figurative painting in the '90s, turning out portraits of Penthouse centerfolds and giant-jugged babes with Rembrandt-esque skill. It made sense that Clark wanted to meet her: Both women make art about the inner lives of female figures, both are sorcerers of technique, both are theatrical but introspective, both have incendiary style. The gallery was a white cube, skylit, with paintings around the perimeter. Yuskavage and Clark wandered through at a pace exclusive to walking tours of cultural spaces, which is to say a few steps every 10 to 15 seconds with pauses between for the proper amount of motionless appreciation.

The paintings were small, all about the size of a human head, and featured a lot of nipples, tufted pudenda, tan lines, majestic asses, and protruding tongues. “I like the idea of possessing something by painting it,” Yuskavage said. “That's the way I understand the world. Like a dog licking something.”

Clark looked at the works with the expression people make when they're meditating. She was wearing elfin boots, black pants, and a shirt with a print that I can only describe as “funky”—“funky” being an adjective that looks good on very few people, St. Vincent being one of them—and sipped from a cup of espresso furnished by a gallery minion. After she finished the drink, there was a moment when she looked blankly at the saucer, unsure what to do with it, and then stuck it in the breast pocket of her funky shirt for the rest of the tour.

A painting called Sweetpuss featured a bubble-butted blonde in beaded panties with nipples so upwardly erect they actually resembled little boners. Yuskavage based the underwear on a pair of real underwear that she'd constructed herself from colored balls and string. “I've got the beaded panties if you ever need 'em,” she said to Clark. “They might fit you. They're tiny.”

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“I'm picturing you going to the Garment District,” Clark said.

“There was a lot of going to the Garment District.”

As they completed their lap around the white cube, Clark interjected with questions—what year was this? were you considering getting into film? how long did these sittings take? what does “mise-en-scène” mean?—but mainly listened. And she is a good listener: an inquisitive head tilter, an encouraging nodder, a non-fidgeter, a maker of eye contact. She found analogues between painting and music. When Yuskavage mourned the death of lead white paint (due to its poisonous qualities, although, as the artist pointed out, “It's not that big a deal to not get lead poisoning; just don't eat the paint”), Clark compared it to recording's transition from tape to digital.

“Back in the day, if you wanted to hear something really reverberant”—she clapped; it reverberated—“you'd have to be in a room like this and record it, or make a reverb chamber,” Clark said. “Now we have digital plug-ins where you can say, ‘Oh, I want the acoustic resonance of the Sistine Chapel.’ Great. Somebody's gone and sampled that and created an algorithm that sounds like you're in the Sistine Chapel.”

Lately, she said, she's been way more into devices that betray their imperfections. That are slightly out of tune, or capable of messing up, or less forgiving of human intervention. “Air moving through a room,” Clark said. “That's what's interesting to me.”

They kept pacing. The paintings on the wall evolved. Conversation turned to what happens when you grow as an artist and people respond by flipping out.

“I always find it interesting when someone wants you to go back to ‘when you were good,’ ” Yuskavage said. “This is why we liked you.”

“I can't think of anybody where I go, ‘What's great about that artist is their consistency, ” Clark said. “Anything that stays the same for too long dies. It fails to capture people's imagination.”

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They were identifying a problem with fans, of course, not with themselves. It was an implicit identification, because performers aren't permitted to critique their audiences, and it was definitely the artistic equivalent of a First World problem—an issue that arises only when you're so resplendent with talent that you not only nail something enough to attract adoration but nail it hard enough to get personally bored and move on—but it was still valid. They were talking about the kind of fan who clings to a specific tree when he or she could be roaming through a whole forest. In St. Vincent's case, a forest of prog-rock thickets and jazzy roots and orchestral brambles and mournful-ballad underlayers, all of it sprouting and molting under a prodigious pop canopy. They were talking about the strange phenomenon of people getting mad at you for surprising them. Even if the surprise is great.

Molly Young is a writer living in New York City. She wrote about Donatella Versace in the April 2018 issue of GQ.

A version of this story originally appeared in the February 2019 issue with the title "Switching Lanes With St. Vincent."

[louiseblue1]

Hi Lou! I be just see the ep of s6 and I would like to tell that I'm here for a promising new s, for my beloved characters evolution, for olicity and OTA giving also a chance to the development of the new chars and their stories! I liked a lot this ep but missed more F and O interactions even I believe they are in the same page together and have their convos abt W situation ad the bonding btw father ad son first. F knows well what that means for a child so I chose to believe for more beatiful ad

Meaningful ad emotional scenes btw 2 ad 3 of them to the future! I understand the try of the writers to make relevant the newbies and the new BC bc this time they have no any chance to failure conc this char! I didn't find any romantic chem btw her ad Digg but a chance for her to bond with the members of the team regarding their secrets she knows! Think is going to be an independent strong char with her own legacy when she finds out who she really is and what wants to do with the diff way ofc!

I confess that the Lance drama and LL/BS double meaning is a bit boring but realistic for Quentin's feelings! Digle has issues that denie to himself but soon will find his way w his wife and friends help! O is a new open mind, helpful ad more self and respected man w understanding ad hope. He has the love of his life full standing by him as friend, partner, love ad soon again as lover, wife ad mom for his son! He will be happy ad fulfilled as persons, man ad hero! Concerning F she will be the

Best of the best! Very soon she will be the wife of the more grounded, sexy and most beatiful hero of dctv, will plan and own her company, will be a very compation step mom for W and a respectful member of the arrow team! She ad O will face her own nemesis bad guy together and reminds to all of us and the haters that she is the most intelligent, powerful and beatiful bad us in arrow verse! That means to be a legend of a tv show that became better of a comic book bc of her influence! Kisses to al

Reply: 

Hi CLA, sorry I took so long to answer this - I’ve been travelling with work and everything is kind of hectic these days. And yes, I agree, we’ve watched these two develop over the years, as individuals and as partners and we’ve earned where we are right now. I’m very interested to see what new challenges are coming their way and how they’re going to handle them now. 

Should be a lot of fun. :D

[ace-of-spades-0128-blog]

Sweet Little Thing #1

Yesterday I started a bible study plan in my phone. I plan on posting the verse of the day in my MyDay on messenger. It's been two days in a row. This morning, after posting, I considered stopping it or maybe alternately post verses because I was concerned of what might people say like, "She only posted verses when she was about to take the board exam. She's not that religious, she was just desperate." I know it's an awful thing to think, so i just shrugged the thought off, though without a clear resolution of whether i continue posting or not or just do it not so often. I just stopped thinking about it and went to study the last theorist in my book, hyped that finally after almost 5 years in this field, i get to finish reading at least one of our 700-paged, Times New Roman, font sized 10 textbooks.

This afternoon, while i was trying to compose myself and get my focus back to studying, my phone vibrated to the notification from a friend I met on summer camp. She made a heart-reaction on my post and slid a message in my inbox asking "How are you?" So I told her about my hustle for the incoming board exam and how I'm a bit anxious about it. She told me she'd pray for me and it added up to my confidence that I'll make it to the board exam knowing that more and more people are asking God for my victory. I told myself, posting the verse did more good than bad, right?

Going back to my friend, i asked about her in return. She said she's healthy and that's good. Another message then popped up with her confession about struggling over something. Our conversation went on and the rest is history and prayed for.

Sweet little thing? God opened my eyes to the beauty of His Word, of how it blessed me and at the same time made me a blessing to another. God did it in a way and at a time I least expected it, as usual.

Also, I'll post my verse tomorrow and the next days to come. :)

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