#she wont handle them wherever possible

[ovwechoes]

could you do dva and brigitte hcs?

MekaMechanic / D.Va x Brigitte Headcanons Of course! I'm more than happy to write for them and I love them as a ship dynamic c: I've kept these sfw, but if you'd like some nsfw ones send another ask through - they're under the cut, enjoy!

Who confessed? How did it go? They had a silent pining for each other that was clear to everyone around them, besides each other. Hana would often make up excuses to work with Brigitte, and Brigitte would make up reasons why she needs to work on Hana's MEKA just to spend more time around her. It was cute, but they both are hopeless when it comes to confessing. I think Brigitte would've been the one to confess, and it would've been a really sweet moment where she couldn't handle bottling up her feelings any longer, and just wanted to know if Hana felt the same way or not so she could work through it. Brigitte would've asked Hana to speak with her privately about something important, leading Hana to believe it's something involving her MEKA. When they'd meet up, thats when Brigitte would tell her how she felt, putting emphasis on how she's okay with Hana not feeling the same way, and doesn't expect anything back. She would be brought to tears as she explained that she understands if it breaks their friendship, and changes things between them only to find out Hana feels the same way and has this whole time.

Who spends all their money on the other? Hana definitely likes to spoil Brigitte rotten, it's insane. She likes seeing the way Brigitte's smile grows when she realises Hana bought her something she's been really desperate for, but couldn't justify the price point. Brigitte can be somewhat frugal, especially when it comes to herself. She doesn't like to overconsume, and likes to use what she has until it's broken completely (after her many attempts at fixing it herself). Hana respects this, but often times she'll buy her things that she knows she wont buy for herself but would benefit her. The most recent being a Hatch alarm clock - Brigitte's very into looking after her body and mind, and was fascinated by the idea of an alarm clock naturally waking you up. The minute she saw the price, she disregarded it as a possibility completely, but Hana bought it for her anyways as an early birthday present. It made Brigitte so happy, especially since she didn't ask for it and yet Hana made the effort to buy it for her anyways.

Who cooks and why? Brigitte loves to cook for Hana, and her meals are usually comfort foods for Hana but with a healthier twist to encourage her to be more mindful of what she puts into her body. Hana's not trusted to cook anymore either after she left the oven on after cooking a frozen pizza, causing a small fire late at night in the Overwatch communal kitchen. It's something she'll never live down, but Brigitte encourages her to try cooking more with her, and gives her tips to help prevent things like that happening all over again.

What does their ideal date look like? Hana loves a date night in, and always has. This is something I can imagine being interchangable in her relationships. However, Brigitte brings out a side to her that she didn't realise she had. She's found that she loves thrill-seeking activities as dates with Brigitte, and feels she can trust Brigitte in moments where her hearts racing, her mind's foggy and the adrenaline of what they're doing together is taking over her body and soul. It's not something they can do all the time, with their busy schedules, but Hana's grown to love more activities like that and exploring the possibilities wherever they end up with Overwatch. Brigitte, on the other hand, likes dates in nature. She likes to embrace herself in calming places and loves to hike with Hana (even if she's whining the entire time). It's something she's always loved, but she doesn't mind staying in or staying local in the city for their dates. As long as she can spend time with Hana, she's happy at the end of the day.

What do their online conversations look like? Brigitte and Hana have each other on every social media platform possible - they especially use TikTok, Instagram and Discord (as per Hana's request). Brigitte likes to send Hana videos on tiktok that remind her of Hana or them as a couple, and Hana likes to tease her with replies like ‘what does this mean' or ‘yeah not us at all couldn’t be us'. It's fun for them, and it helps for when they don't have the energy to text. Hana loves to text on discord and uses silly little emotes that Brigitte doesn't quite understand but tries to. A lot of the time, they're joking with each other back and forth with light teasing, and every so often they'll text about how they miss each other with things like ‘come over where are you?!’, that sort of thing. That's especially common if either of them are away from Overwatch HQ and on a mission, with the other having to stay back because they're not needed for said mission.

What are some small gestures they love from one another? Brigitte loves when Hana holds her hand in public, especially if she's anxious in that moment about the mission or her public image. Knowing someone doesn't care about how people might perceive them (as a WLW couple and as Overwatch members), and only cares about showing their love in a small but sweet way makes Brigitte's heart melt. It's important to her, and she enjoys the little ways Hana shows PDA that isn't overbearing or doesn't make her cringe. Hana loves when Brigitte gives her her jacket or coat if they have a late night date. They often go to bars together, having fun and enjoying themselves, and despite Brigitte reminding her that it's cold, Hana never brings a jacket. Sometimes she does it intentionally to get Brigitte to give her hers, but she never has to ask for it regardless. Brigitte offers it, and often makes her wear it because she's shivering in the street. It's something Hana thinks is incredibly sweet, and makes her feel more protected and loved by Brigitte.

Who's the type to take a picture of the other when they fall asleep (i.e. when they fall asleep on the other's shoulder or in a funny position)? They do it equally as much as the other does, it's something they sort of see as a contest of ‘who can get the best picture'. Initially it started after Brigitte made her homescreen Hana asleep on her chest - she thought it was cute and wanted to be reminded of that moment every time she opened her phone. However, Hana took it as a challenge to get a better picture and show it off on her own lock screen. It's been a back and forth between them since the beginning of their relationship, and they revel in the embarrassment and competitive nature in this small act. They've both gone as far as getting other Overwatch members to sneak pictures of each other asleep (especially if it's in an awkward or funny position) if they're away from one another, just to try and win. 

[wolfkg]

Never Alone

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

A/n: Sorry for the longe wait. This chapter is pretty short but I'm still happy with it. Still not sure where this story is going or hoe it will end but I like where I'm taking it. Thanks for the love of this series. More to come.

Part 4

Y/n’s Pov 

Darkness. That’s all I saw around me, total darkness. It felt like I couldn’t feel my own body as darkness surrounded me. I screamed out to the void not getting a response, I don’t know here I am or what happened, but I didn’t like being here. “Eddie! Billy! Hello!” Nothing but a dark black abbas giving me no sense of direction. I was lost, alone and scared. I felt my heart rate pick up as my body began to shake as I screamed out for the two people that mean the world to me who can possibly save me from this void. “HELP!!” I fell to my knees in despair just wanting to go home. Then something in the void changed, I heard something in the distance and began to follow it. The sound became louder as I moved farther into the darkness. Once I was close enough, I could finally hear Eddie and Billy’s voices but not just them talking, they were singing. Singing my song. I felt tears leave my eyes as I began running to their voices hoping to come across my boys in this darkness. Their voices were fading in and out, but I could still hear them. “Eddie, Billy! Can you hear me? Hello? Help me!” The sound of them singing was then behind me which made me turn around. Behind me was a big blue door with a silver handle, I slowly walked towards it cautiously not knowing where it would take me but knowing my boys were in this direction. 

I place my hand on the handle opening the door. The sight that I walked into was hard to take in, it was a hospital room all around the area was still in a black void but the hospital bed, monitor and my boys sitting at the end of the bed remained. I walked through the threshold of the door and began to feel tears in my eyes as I listened to my boys sing my song. I was about to speak to them when I finally noticed who was on the hospital bed. I then came face to face with myself sleeping soundly but breathing rapidly, I sat on the bed looking at myself not believing what I’m seeing but not questioning it from how much we’ve all been through these last few years, with the upside down and Vecna, I’m glad thats all behind us and we can move on. I looked back at my boys where they came to the last verse making me smile at them and place my hand on both of theirs. The second they finished the song all my worry was gone, and I was happy to see them again. My body finally stopped shaking and all the monitors stopped beeping wildly and went back to normal. “She’s ok Ed’s” I smile at hearing their voices “Yea wait till she finds out we know her favorite song.” I laugh along with Billy “Yea will never hear the end of it.” I nod “No you both wont.” After they spoke their voices disappeared and a bright light was coming from the door I walked through. I warm feeling came over me as I walked closer to it, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing or where it would go until I heard my heart monitor beep slower, and I immediately moved away. I tested it by walking back to the bed hearing the monitor go back to normal. I realize that wherever I am is giving me a choice to either stay or leave. A big decision I never thought I would have to make. If I leave and say goodbye to my boys forever or do I stay with them but must deal with this town and Jason that caused all this to happen, not only that but by now I assume the doctors would know my real age and take me away anyway. It’s a lose-lose situation. I move away from the door and sit back onto the bed where Billy and Eddie sit, I watch as they look after me while also looking stressed out themselves. Would it be easier for all of us if I just accepted what happened to me as a sign to just give up? Billy and Eddie would have normal lives again, be able to do the things they want without me stopping them. But if I stay, will everything change or be the same? Would the doctors have someone take me away right away or give me time? Not that I own anything anymore, it's all gone. Nowhere to live, nothing but the clothes on my back, I know the boys would just have me stay with them, but I couldn’t ask them to do that. I don’t want to be a burden. I got out of my head looking at my boys talk amongst each other never taking their hands away from mine, knowing that they would do anything for me. And I know they wouldn’t want to give up, especially not on us. I can feel the pull from the door beckoning me to enter and leave for good, but I can't not with so many people who care about me. I stood up from my seat and came face to face with the door giving myself a big sigh “I can’t I’m not ready.” The door then immediately shut, and the pull was gone. 

I turned back to the bed and saw my body was glowing a light blue and beckoned me to it. I took one last look at my boys knowing that I made the right choice, we would be better if were together. So, I took a deep breath and placed my hand onto my own which sent of a bright like taking me into darkness. The feeling of air coming back into my lungs hit me like a train as my eyes shot open making me see nothing but blurry images and hearing soft voices. I felt feeling come back into my body as I moved all my muscles and took a deep breath which caused me to cough a little. My eyes finally adjusted to everything around me, and I found myself in a hospital room surrounded by people I love including my boys. Tears suddenly left my eyes as they both looked in my direction, all I remember is Jason leaving me to die and thinking I would never see them again but seeing in front of me brought me to realize that everything was ok. I was ok. But I still ended up asking. “Are you real?” Both boys came to my side and held my hands “Hey, baby its ok we’re here we’re real.” Billy wiped my tears away as Eddie kissed my head “I thought I’d never see you both again.” They both smile my way as Eddie spoke “It’s ok Y/n, everything's ok now.” I smile but then shake my head “We’re in the hospital, aren't we?” They both sigh and nodded knowing what I was going to say. “That means my age. They're going to know and when they do, they will.” Before I continued both boys reassured me that I wasn't going anywhere, and Hopper spoke “They are going to give Eddie and Billy a chance to take you in and take care of you.” I looked at them both in shock, were they willing to take me in? I shouldn't be surprised they’ve been trying to get me to move in with them for months. I smile there way “You would really do that?” Billy laughed “Darling is that even a question? Of course, we would.” I smile and then notice the bandages on both their hands and the soot in their hair and clothes. “Why are you guys dirty?” Before they could answer the doctor walked in asking if he could speak to Hopper and Joyce, leaving us alone for the first time.  

“Boys? Why are you dirty and smell like smoke?” Then I realized there not telling me because I already knew. I remember seeing the boys in my room, which means they went in after me, they risked their lives to save me. “You both ran into my house to save me?” They both nodded as tears fell down my face “Then I owe you both my life, without either one of you I wouldn’t be here, so thank you to the both of you.” They smile and both kiss my cheeks. “We would do anything for you sweetheart.” Before we could continue talking a commotion caught our attention from outside the room, Billy was about to investigate when the door slammed open revealing a woman I never wanted to see again. My mother. “Get back from my daughter the both of you, you are not family, you are not allowed in here.” I was verbally shaking as Billy spoke “I’m sorry but who gave you the right to be here?” my mother barked back “I am her mother, and I suggest young man that you step out of this room along with your friend or I will have you removed.” Before Billy could say anything back the doctor walked in with Hopper, so my mother thought they were here from her call “Finally Doctor remove them from this room immediately Officer I suggest by force they seem aggressive, and when can my daughter be allowed to leave for home?” I was shaking in fear and not knowing what to do or how I could get out of this, I can't get home with her, I just can't. But the doctors might side with her since she's my mother and I’m only eighteen. I can’t breathe. “Ma’am let's talk about this out here Y/n has been through a lot tonight, so I suggest giving her some rest.” She laughs “Do you really think I’m going to leave my daughter in this room with two men? You have another thing coming. Remove them now or I will have you lose your job.” Hopper only laughed as he grabbed my mother's arm escorting her out. “Like I said ma'am let's talk out here.” “Unhand me.” But he pulled her out of the room none the less, telling Billy to keep an eye of me and he’ll make sure she won't step into this room.

[prof-peach]

Have you had any encounters/experiences with Virizion? I've heard they've had bad experiences with humans in the past, but curious how they react to the lab or gardens, or if they keep their distance?

Other than the rare sighting of one Raikou on the island, and the passing of the occasional Zapdos if we're unlucky, no legends or myths make their way to the Island thankfully.

We do not focus our interests on them, and are more than happy not having them around. Such powerful and difficult individuals bring a lot of troube with them more often than not, which endangers our staff and the patients here.

Never met one, never plan to, rather steer clear of that category of pokemon completly. Even a tiny Shaymin can kill on reaction if wanted. Best thing for us to do is to give them a lot of space and stay away unless theres no other option at all.

[traceofexistence]

Camila Talk

Important Note: Deleted, edited and reposted after @animerunner pointed out a major flaw on my part on how Luz would react to abuse. My original idea didn't take into consideration other ways that a response could play out, and for that I'm at fault.

I think at this point we have heard all about Camila, but the one thing that sticks out to me the most is the very extreme of Camila sending her queer neurodivergent child to conversion therapy for both of those parts of Luz’s individuality, to get abused and harmed.

I really REALLY think (AND TO MAKE IT CLEAR THIS IS MY VERY PERSONAL OPINION) that this is the furthest from the truth.

Here’s why:

the fact that we all know is that Luz brought snakes and spiders in school, she got in trouble for it, and was most probably going to get expelled if nothing change. The principal if I’m not mistaken gave Camila the flyer of the summer camp.

To imply that Camila never looked into the camp at all to see what they are about, and based her trust on the principal and that flyer alone, and sent her kid there first thing the next morning, implies 2 things, 1. either Camila is the worst parent to ever parent, or  2. you are young enough to have never been a parent or put a thought of what it means to be a parent, which is very normal, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing (I don’t have kids of my own but I have been trying to put context on my parents behaviours good and bad as an adult, and parenting is an occupation that interests me in a psychological level so not showing anything beyond “luz trouble=sent to camp” in the show itself was not black and white to me, I instantly implied that things have happened in between).

As we learn from the latest episode, she took the day off from work to take Luz to the camp, after Luz expressed that she didn’t want to go. That shows care from Camila.

What I get from that is that they had conversations about what happened and the camp for days (if not weeks), that Luz agreed to go, but at the day of leaving she changed her mind (because she’s a kid, and has feelings and second thoughts, it’s normal). That changed the plans for Camila, so she had to skip work.

If Camila was forcing Luz to go or was abusive Luz's initial reaction would be along the lines of “you ship me off because you don’t wont me” instead of the “yeah mom I don’t know, I don’t feel like going” we got. whether she would exhibit that reaction in an internal or external manner it would have been shown in animation to inform the audience. I lean more on an external reaction if that was the case (which was what I aimed for with the wording of the original post) because she usually express herself and her feelings.

I believe Camila looked the summer camp up, did research, read reviews etc and when Luz was not sure about going, she went with her to make sure everything was okay. On top of that, if Luz (in this case Vee) had written to her mom that she was not doing well in the camp or that she was not treated well, Camila would have not driven there she would manifest teleportation to take her child from there as fast as possible!

Now do we know anything about the camp? We do

The friends Vee made, they called it prison, but is seemed more of a place that they were bored to oblivion instead of being mistreated and abused. (of course for Vee was million times better than her previous situation, but for the other kids was just boring summer camp, that didn’t changed them to the slightest, they were still weirdos but with a less exciting summer.) If they were mistreated in the camp they would show signs of it when they interacted with each other, but they seemed happy they had made friends. So it seems it was just a normal summer camp with very boring activities.

Could Camila know what happened in the camp 100%? No.

Did she sent Luz there without any knowledge of what this camp was about? Absolutely not, that would be neglect and it makes zero sense with what we have seen of Camila.

Camila is shown as a caring parent, who loves her child, not someone who would ship their child off to wherever without care.

Does Camila make mistakes? Of course, she’s a human and she’s not perfect, but her mistakes are not out of malice.

Could she handle the school situation better? Probably, but she was between a hard place and a rock, so I’m not sure what would be better in this case. One thing is for sure though, she could have done much worst (again not out of malice), because sometimes not knowing how to handle a situation like this can lead to much worse mistakes.

[splendor-and-true]

Part two of the soulmate color au

Just a recap, you see the color of your soulmates emotions. When you make eye contact wirh your soulmate, you can see all colors. When your soulmate dies, the colors go away.

True stretched as she drifted awake. Feeling soft fabric shift against her skin as a fire crackled somewhere to the side. Odd. Wasnt she just outside? Her eyes snap open as she shoots up. She was sitting on a couch. A rather comfortable one at that. Eyes flying around the room, she realized she didnt know where she was, but oh! The colors.

She could see all of them. She had met her soulmate? Thats right, thats the only way it could happen. But... the only one she had met was that other operator. The one that looked like him.

Her attention snaps toward the door as it opens, watching as the tall man from the forest walks in. It wasnt a room she recognized, so it must be his place. He wouldnt take her back, would he?

“Oh! Youre awake. I was wondering when you would wake up. You slept for quite some time, but I suppose thats normal, running around in the cold like you were.” His voice wasnt like his at all. Quiet, calming and he could actually speak. As apposed to... what he did.

“Um... yeah. Right. That. So...” she paused, unsure if she should proceed. The possibility of him making her go back was still present in her mind. She could see brighter yellows for the time being, but that didnt mean anything. She always saw yellow. “The colors. You...?”

He glanced over her, watching her hands fiddle with the blanket a bit before responding. “Yes, me. I see them all too. I can understand if it’s a bit much to take in. You probably didn’t even know something like me existed until now-“

“No. I’ve been well aware. For some time now.” She turned her head away when the words slipped out. Why was she being so open with him. Just because he was her soulmate doesnt mean she should be so honest.

Silence ruled the room. She could feel his gaze on the back of her head, hands gripping at the blanket as she waited for his next words. This couldnt end well for her. Why had she told him that. He didnt need to know who she was running from. He didnt need to know what was going to happen to her.

“Well... I came to the logical conclusion you were running from something. Of course, I dont know what or who it was. You lost them when you crossed into my territory. They werent capable of crossing like you. But... I know you were afraid. I was afraid for you... I’m sure you could tell... but I would like to know more. I cant protect you from them very easily if I dont know who they are.” He reaches a hand out for hers, not taking it, but allowing it to hover. An offering that she could take or deny.

On one hand, she wanted to tell him. She felt the need to trust him. He was kind. He was being very considerate of her. Attentive. Nothing like him, even if he looked almost exactly like him. She let out a shaky sigh, turning her head to glance at him through her hair shyly, taking his hand slowly. “Okay.”

He smiled, allowing their hands to lower toward the blanket and rest on her folded legs. “You can start wherever you like and tell me as much as your comfortable with. I’ll do what I can with what I’m given.”

His smile is warm and genuine, backed up by the yellow being intensified in her vision. She wonders what color he was seeing a lot of... it was probably purple if her emotions were that simple. They never seemed to be for her.

“Well... I was fired. Thats why I was running in the snow. At night, of all times, of course. Fucker didnt even have the decency to let me think I would survive. Of course... that was probably the point... if Tim and Brian couldnt catch me then the cold would get me for them.” She ground her teeth, that twiggy bitch. If she could kill him, she would. It wasnt likely though.

She was dragged out of her little rage fest when she fekt his hand squeeze hers gently. “If you dont mind filling me in. Who fired you? Were you a proxy?”

She finds herself absentmindedly tracing her thumb over his hand. Finding a small reprive from her thoughts in the action. “Yes. I was. Im not anymore though, so no need to worry about stealing another operators property.”

He hums worriedly before asking again. “Who fired you?”

Her eyes lock on the flames. They werent very bright, despite her knowing flames should be a brilliant orangey yellow. He wasnt very cheerful anymore.

“I was a proxy for Slenderman.” She lets the silence that follows take over. Maybe he knew him. Maybe being his soulmate didnt mean much to him, like Slenderman’s soulmate didnt mean much to him. He had once admitted to having one at one point, though she knew he didnt care to have one. He had called such a thing a ‘waste of time.’ Maybe this one thought the same.

“Oh. Well, that is very interesting. I have to say, it’s rather impressive you got away, though very glad you did, soulmate. I can guarentee he wont be a problem as long as you stay here. He doesnt visit me. All buisness we have is handled in his territory, hes such a shut in.” He waves his hand around in the air, as if brushing the thought of him coming here away.

“Well... thats good.” She didnt know how to proceed. He basically told her that she was free to stay and as long as she did, she would be safe. He would keep her safe.

“Now... I’m no idiot, though I may pass for one on occassion, but I know how he handles his buisness. He is very dependant on fear. And I know being fired from his ‘employment’, if you will, means death. I can promise that wont happen here. Marked proxies of other operators cant even cross the boundaries without permission. Youre safe here.” She feels her hair being played with and looks his way. “I promise.”

She knows it may just be the bond, but he felt trustworthy. She wanted to trust him, so she did. Smiling back at him gently, her hand squeezing his back, gently. “I believe you.”

The yellows in her vision seemed to shine a bit, making her relax into the couch. He was happy. He genuinely enjoyed knowing she trusted him. That she was comfortable with him.

“So, soulmate, I dont belive I got your name.” She turns her head toward him fully, laughing softly as he perks up. Eyes widening as he realizes she was right.

“How rude of me. Im sorry, soulmate. You can call me Splendor.” She tilts her head at the name. It wasnt a surprise, its not like she was expecting a normal name, but it was something that she wouldnt have expected regardless.

“Splendor. Well, my name is True. Im glad to have finally met you.”

[wittywallflower]

Merry Pranksters - Miles wants to play a practical joke on Julian while the doctor is off the station and asks Garak, of all people, for help.

(3,6k words, Miles & Garak gen fic)

Garak was just about to close up for the day when Miles O'Brien appeared quite unexpectedly. He was an infrequent visitor in the shop. The chief tended to leave sartorial considerations to his wife when he could get away with it. Outside of his holosuite costumes, that is, and in those cases he usually discussed things thoroughly with the doctor before letting Julian make the actual arrangements with the tailor.

"Good evening, Chief O'Brien," Garak greeted him as pleasantly as any customer. "How are those trousers I mended working out for you?"

"Fine, fine. Good as new," Miles said, but nothing more.

"Was there something you need?”

"You, uh... you want to help me prank Julian?" Miles asked.

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Garak was just about to close up for the day when Miles O'Brien appeared quite unexpectedly. He was an infrequent visitor in the shop. The chief tended to leave sartorial considerations to his wife when he could get away with it. Outside of his holosuite costumes, that is, and in those cases he usually discussed things thoroughly with the doctor before letting Julian make arrangements with the tailor.

"Good evening, Chief O'Brien," Garak greeted him pleasantly. "How are those trousers I mended working out for you?"

"Fine, fine. Good as new," Miles said, but nothing more.

"Was there something you need? Don't tell me young Miss Molly had another growth spurt again so soon? That would be most inconvenient to Mrs. O'Brien. I believe she said they would be on Bajor this month? There aren't many clothing shops in the mountains of Ray'laht."

Miles was surprised, and not sure how he felt about the Cardassian talking so familiarly, and knowledgeably, about his family like that. But of course Garak would know a bit about it. Keiko liked the man, naturally would she would chat with him whenever Molly's pants were getting too short again and she had need of his services. Keiko was a nice, engaging woman and most people liked talking to her. Miles wouldn't have guessed Garak would care enough to listen, but then the man was or used to be a spy. He probably filed away any bit of intel, no matter how innocuous, just in case it came in handy later.

"Not that I am aware of yet," Miles answered, and huffed a laugh. "Won't be long though, the way she's growing."

Now that he thought of it, though, he could remember Julian mentioning that Cardassians were real big on family and loved children. Both apparently being big themes in the books Julian read and discussed with Garak. Julian, bless him, didn't try to get Miles to read any of it, limiting himself to the very broadest strokes of the stories when recounting his weekly lunches with the tailor. And Molly was adorable enough to win hearts wherever she went. It was possible that Garak not only knew but had a genuine friendly interest (as well as a professional one) in not just Molly's measurements but things like her favorite colors and what she liked to do for play. Some of the stain-resistant fabrics Garak had tracked down were a godsend, given how much the girl loved to paint.

Miles might not spend more time with Garak than he had to, but that didn't mean the man was entirely removed from his life. Even if Julian wasn't friends with the man, he would still be there on the station. In his tailor shop, discussing orchids with Keiko and making a mental note that young Miss Molly O'Brien detested knitted sweaters and broke out all over in itchy hives no matter how soft the wool.

Garak looked at the human and tried not to grin widely at the man's reticence, knowing the chief would only interpret it poorly. Garak simply enjoyed drawing information out of people otherwise reluctant to give it away. That's what had made him so good at procuring information for the Order. An honest zeal for the work.

"I stand at the ready when she does," Garak said with his blandest salesman smile. Which was really the only one the chief was likely to trust. "I was just about to close up for the night, if there's no assistance I can offer...."

He trailed off, eyes widened expectantly. Obviously the human had a reason to come here. O'Brien more than most was no fan of Cardassian company. With any other potential customers Garak would have set up an appointment for the following day. But if the chief was here for a fitting it wouldn't take long and Garak suspected O'Brien would be just as happy to have to over and done with quickly.

Miles didn't immediately answer and Garak began to turn away before the chief spoke up.

"You, uh... you want to help me prank Julian?" he asked.

"Pardon me?" Garak's tone and expression were a little too politely confused by half.

"You know, a practical joke."

O'Brien didn't believe for one second that the savvy ex-spy had lived among humans for so long without learning about pranks. In fact, he was damn sure a species as naturally devious as Cardassians was already intimately familiar with the concept, so he didn't elaborate.

"Julian's back from his conference tomorrow," he said instead, "Thought we could arrange a little 'surprise' for him."

"We? As in you and I?"

"Sure! Pranks are more fun with an accomplice," Miles said with a slight smile, and squinted speculatively at him. "And you seem like you might know a thing or two about being a co-conspirator."

Garak didn't insult the chief with his usual protestations that he was just a plain and simple tailor who couldn't possibly conspire against a soul, except perhaps his fractious supplier of Orellian brocade. In truth, the oft-repeated denial of his former career was getting a little tired. One should endeavor not to repeat the same lie too many times. And he was quite sure no one else found it as amusing as Julian did.

"Why me?" he asked. The two men did not have a habit of spending time in each other's company.

"Why not you?"

Miles tried not to get annoyed by the interrogation. He knew it was only annoying because he didn't want to explain himself. He had made the decision to try to be more friendly towards Garak, to reach out and include him in some shenanigans. It was his own fault if that gave the fellow a chance to get under his skin.

And it was a fair question after all, given the usually chilly civility between them.

"Dax and I have pranked Julian a dozen times already," Miles said. "Who else am I going to ask? Sisko? He's my commanding officer. Worf's barely got a sense of humor. And Odo is the station's head of security."

"You expect to engage in acts of dubious legality then?" Garak raised his brow ridges as if scandalized, but there was definitely a hint of mischief in his gaze.

"I expect Odo would find breaking into Julian's quarters a bit dubious, yes." Miles nodded.

Hmm, interesting. Garak was already intrigued by the novelty of the situation. The chief inviting Garak of all people into his fun. There was a 'why' to be discovered there and Garak did enjoy a mystery. But even if there were any reason to suspect the chief's motives might be nefarious, the chance to snoop around the doctor's quarters a bit would still be impossible to resist.

"Actually Quark is pretty good at schemes," Miles continued on through the list, "but there's no latinum in this for him so he wont bother himself. And the Major... well, she's had a hard life. A real rough time growing up. I'm not sure she would see the point in this sort of... silliness. And it occurs to me now that might be true for you too." Miles finished awkwardly. "I mean, I understand if you aren't interested."

Miles, with the natural intuition of a man of similar age who had seen his fair share of trouble, had guessed that Garak had been through a lot in his life. Even if he didn't have any idea what exactly. Garak didn't worry about anything Julian might have told Miles about the former spy's life simply because Garak hadn't told Julian much of anything that could be confirmed as truth. Station gossip surprisingly didn't have much to say about him beyond the painfully unimaginative: that he was still a spy, loyal to Cardassia, in service of the Obsidian Order, here to steal highly classified information and disrupt Federation efforts. Largely negative, but not so bad as to stop the gruff human engineer from sympathizing where he thought they might have common ground of being victims of trauma. Garak could almost feel a sort of... camaraderie with him for it.

"Why Chief, are you implying that I'm no fun?" Garak pivoted, a playful smile served with the joke. Easing their mutual discomfort at the near brush with emotional honesty, and signaling his acceptance of the scheme.

Miles barked an honest laugh at that and grinned back, relieved and, yes, a little amused by the Cardassian.

"I'll get what we need while you close up shop. Meet me at my quarters and we'll walk over to Julian's together."

When he received a nod of acquiescence, Miles left, cheerfully whistling on his way down the Promenade.

Garak was quite sure O'Brien knew he was just as capable of breaking into crew quarters as the engineer. But the former spy lurking around on a habitat level not his own would definitely draw some suspicion from station security. He did have a history of going where he wasn't authorized to be when the situation called for it and a door lock had never stopped that. In the chief's company his presence was less likely to be questioned, but Garak knew how to handle any potential run-ins with Odo regardless.

"Hey," O'Brien greeted him when Garak arrived at the chief's quarters with a parcel under his arm. "What's that?"

"My excuse for being on this level this time of night." Garak handed the package to Miles. "For Miss Molly. They'll be a little big yet, but that hardly matters with pajamas."

"What, did you sew these in the 10 minutes since I left you?" Miles asked with mild astonishment.

"I already had the pattern cut and fabric pinned," Garak said with a dismissive wave. "they were just waiting for the updated inseam measurement. It hardly took a moment to run my handheld seamer over it all."

Huh. Prepared for anything, this one, Miles thought as he accepted the parcel with a nod of thanks and set it down next to two Starfleet issue canvas duffle bags. One of which he hefted, the other he handed to Garak.

"Shall we?"

They made short work of the walk to the doctor's quarters and even shorter work of bypassing Julian's lock code to let themselves in.

Garak crossed to a table where he could set down the bag he held. Next to a pair of data padds that he made sure to 'accidentally' bump so as to activate their screens, which he then just happened to glance at long enough to make note of their contents. All of which would have gone unnoticed even if the room had been crowded with people. Garak was very discreet.

"What's the plan, Mister O'Brien?" He asked, opening the bag to pull out its contents. Which he stared at thoughtfully a moment before he gave up guessing and turned to ask an explanation. "With all these...pieces of paper?"

The bag was crammed full with short stacks of small slips of paper in various neon hues.

"They're called Post-Its, or sticky notes back home. Not exactly a novel concept, I've seen similar things around the galaxy. They mostly fell out of fashion on Earth in the 21st century when people started carrying electronic devices everywhere. You write notes on them: reminders, messages, shopping lists. They have adhesive on the back so you can stick them wherever you need and they come in bright colors so you can't miss seeing them."

"So we're going to... write notes to the doctor on these little squares?" Garak ask skeptically. That didn't seem terribly amusing but then, it would matter a great deal what exactly was written.

"No." Miles eyes suddenly gleamed with a light that bore ill tidings for Julian Bashir. "We are going to stick every single one of these little squares to every single surface we can reach until the whole room is covered with them." As Garak caught on and began to smile, Miles smiled back. "Though, now you mention it.... it could be funny to write stuff on 'em."

"Not all of them surely?" Garak asked.

O'Brien eyed his own bag crammed full of as many Post-Its as he could replicate. His hand cramped at just the idea of all that writing and he made a face.

"Because" Garak hastened to suggest, no more enamored with the thought of that task than the chief, "I really think it would be more amusing to write only on a select few of them. Say, give each word of a sentence its own square and scatter the message around the room. This would force him to examine every last one if he wants to be sure he's found all them."

"Garak, that's brilliant!" Miles grinned. Okay, maybe now he could see how Julian found Garak's devious mind enjoyable instead of just worrisome. "He won't be able to resist finding the clues so he cant just sweep everything into the recycler, he'll have to leave it all up and stare at it until he solves the puzzle."

Miles chortled, pulling out a cube of sticky notes and handing it to Garak.

"You think up a message, I'll try to find you a pen."

"No need, Chief." Garak pulled an elegant looking pen from a discreet pocket in his trousers.

"You just carry a fountain pen around with you?" Miles asked.

Plenty of people still enjoyed the tactile feeling of writing, Jake Sisko to name one, but who actually carried such an old-fashioned writing implement? Most everything on the station could be handled through a computer or padd. And even a standard ink stylus would work more reliably than a fussy fountain pen. They never leaked and stained your uniform, for one.

"A tailor is always prepared for anything," Garak said with a smirk, unknowingly echoing Miles' earlier thought.

Miles shook his head but he was still smiling as he turned away to start covering Julian's chair.

They were both accustomed to working with brisk efficiency so it didn't take as long as either expected to work their way around the room in opposite directions, covering everything in a kaleidoscope of neon paper. Still, it would have bordered on tedious if Miles hadn't broken the silence with a few stories of past pranks. Garak warmed up to the subject as he came to find the other man could be delightfully inventive in his mischief. The prank they were currently engaged in, while diverting, was not particularly impressive by Garak's estimation. The chief agreed.

"This is a pretty amateur effort, if I'm honest," Miles said over his shoulder as he lined the doorway to Julian's bedroom with bright blue squares. "But it was all spur of the moment. I didn't have the time to plan anything more elaborate before tomorrow. Besides, Keiko would have words for me if she came home to find i blew a bunch of latinum to play a joke on Julian. This only cost me replicator credits."

Garak could understand the pressure of a deadline, and a budget. Sometimes an uncomplicated plan was best when one was in a pinch.

"I think the doctor will be amused, regardless of the simplicity," he offered as reassurance to Miles. "And if he happens to return exhausted from his travels, it will be a kindness for him that it's not something a great deal more involved."

Garak was thinking of one of the stories Miles had just shared about locking a particularly annoying Enterprise crewmate in the holodeck for several hours to play out an especially embarrassing scenario.

Miles for his part was thinking how interesting it was for Garak to be so considerate of Julian's comfort like that. The doctor was known for his abundance (some might say excess) of energy; all bounce-and-go. He wasn't exactly the type you'd ever think of as being in need of a nap. Fretting that someone would have a proper chance to rest after a long trip... that spoke of a certain level of caring, in his experience. What level exactly Miles wasn't ready to hazard a guess at. He couldn't read the Cardassian in the best of times, let alone when they were both at work with their backs to each other.

Huh. Willingly turning his back on a Cardassian, a known operative of the Obsidian Order, alone and in close quarters with no witnesses. Miles could honestly say he didn't trust the man. If Quark had a pool going, O'Brien would lay a bet that Garak had at least 2 weapons hidden on his person at any time. But he somehow knew Garak's deceit did not extend to doing violence in this sort of innocuous situation.

Their final task was to cover the shelving along one wall, full of Bashir's books and belongings. They worked their way up from the floor, with some discussion as to how to wrap oddly-shaped knick-knacks, until they reached the top shelf. And its lumpy, rather disreputable looking occupant.

O'Brien eyed it dubiously.

"I don't think Julian will thank us for messing with Kukalaka. The adhesive on these things is pretty weak but still... that bear is half dust, held together by nostalgia and stubbornness. I don't want to try sticking anything to that threadbare fur."

Garak regarded the teddy bear, largely ignored on his previous visit (intrusion) in the doctor's quarters. The chief was obviously well familiar with the toy and what it meant to Julian. Miles didn't offer further information but Garak could read between the lines and tell it important. Very important indeed. Sudden inspiration suppressed the burning curiosity he knew wouldn't be satisfied in the moment anyway.

"I think we can include... Kukalaka, is it? in on the fun without harming him," Garak smiled at the chief.

While O'Brien finished the rest of the shelf, Garak grabbed a cube of notes and began layering them until he had a large multi-colored sheet. Very carefully (the chief was right, the adhesive barely stuck to anything) he began to fold his creation. Spare minutes later Kukalaka was the proud possessor of a very dapper, day-glo hat. All sticky edges safely folded and tucked away.

"Huh, I didn't know you could do origami." O'Brien remarked as he took in Garak's handiwork.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term."

"Oh, its an art form from Earth's Japanese culture. Folding paper to create shapes, usually animals and flowers and the like."

"And hats?"

"And hats." Miles chuckled. "I'm not too bad at it myself. Keiko taught me, thinking with all the fiddly engineering work I do my fingers would be good at it. She was right, like she usually is."

"I would imagine several society with advanced paper industries have developed similar arts," Garak said, always interesting in cross-comparing cultures. "I'll have to ask Mrs. O'Brien to tell me more about this origami sometime."

"You should," Miles' smile was... actually genuinely friendly. It was not a sight Garak was used to seeing. "She'd enjoy talking to you about it."

They both looked around for a long moment, feeling satisfaction at the visible results of their efforts. Nearly every surface was decked in bright colors. They didn't have enough supplies to completely cover the walls so they settled for framing the doorways and viewport, and covering all the wall art. An armchair was a violent neon purple, the low table before it a yellow that hurt Garak's eyes to look at directly. The replicator in the wall was ringed in concentric stripes and Julian's desk was covered in no less than 5 different eye-searing shades.

"I wish I could see his face when he walks in," Miles chortled, almost boyish in his glee.

"I can send you the feed from my hidden surveillance devices," Garak offered with a straight face and level tone.

Any other day that line, delivered with that sort of aplomb, would have left O'Brien with a suspicious, questioning glare. Such a thing was by no means beyond Garak's capabilities or outside his morals, they both knew that. But, despite himself, the unique experience of spending this time with the chief did not lend itself to Garal projecting his usual aura of danger cloaked in affability. The engineer looked him over and he could practically see Garak radiating with a energy of what he could only describe of as.... fun.

So Miles didn't bother to take the joke seriously. Even if it was true and Garak did have illegal surveillance equipment set up, the chief would never actually get confirmation or proof of it so it didn't bear worrying about right now. If, later, Miles decided it was a credible threat he would mention it to Julian.

"C'mon," Miles said, almost going as far as giving the man a good-natured slap on the back but definitely smart enough not to push his luck. "I'll buy us a round at Quark's in the name of a job well done."

"I don't think we've ever had a drink together, Chief," Garak couldn't help but point out, because it was in his nature to stir the pot, to provoke a reaction just to see what he would get.

Miles shrugged that off, knowing it was true enough. But the whole night had been unprecedented anyway, and he for one had worked up a thirst.

"You can relieve Quark of some of that overstock of kanar he's always complaining about taking up space in his store room. The more you drink, the less I have to listen to him whinge about it," the human said.

Garak accepted that, and the offer of a drink; oddly more comfortable for it to be a matter of selfishness on O'Brien's part rather than an honest gesture of kindness from an acquaintance. What sort of life left a man unable to trust motives that weren't entirely devious and self-serving? Miles shook the thought off as they headed for the Promenade and the bar. He was much too tired to go digging around in anyone's psyche right now, much less the enigma of a man beside him.

[xhellnhighheelsx]

Tuck + children

The first fewdecades aren’t so bad. He fights monsters and fixes toys and finds far moresatisfaction in sitting still than he ever thought possible. But it doesn’t tame the itch to explore or quell the wanderlust still rich in his veins. The stillness makes his legs ache. The cold slowly extinguishing the burning need to run, to go go go and never look back. He isn’t too proud to say he misses it, that it’s best his TARDIS is gone. Some nights he isn’t sure he’d have the strength to stay. 

The night sky stillcalls to him, but he’s grown accustom to the cold and the clouds and the snowand the quiet that settle eternally on the town of Christmas like a blanket. It wasn’t all that long ago that he locked himself away in hisship, determined to keep the universe at bay. Funny how the more things change,the more they stay the same. 

He passes thetime with handles, but his true solace is the children, reliving animated talesfor bed time stories and acting out improbable victories. He tells them of his favorites, of a shop girl who made him remember how to smile, of the Ood andthe songs they sing for a woman who can’t ever remember, of a boy who waited by abox for two thousand years. He tells them of Susan and Sara Jane and Martha. And on very special nights, when the space ships that dart across the sky remind him too much of shooting stars, he tells them of River Song. 

He tells them of the woman who beguiles and bewilders him to no end, how she brought the best kind of trouble with her wherever she went and took a tiny piece of his hearts with her whenever she left. And the more stories he tells, the more curious the children are. They ask him questions like, “Where is she now and how did you meet?”

And he always offers them the saddest of smiles because, “We met in a Library,” he confesses. “Or a cornfield, depending how you look at it.“

 "Didyou love her?” A small voice asks, and the Doctor swallows back the words that catch inhis throat because even now his hearts can’t bear the memory of her without wanting to unravel half the universe.

He never answers them. he doesn’t have to, because children always know, don’t they? To them, love and magic are things that never need explaining.

Years pass andpass and pass. Houses are built and treaties are made and children grow older. New faces, eager and bright, fill the stone floor of his tower. They love tohear his fairy tales of wizards and Romans and kisses that can save all reality.They love to draw, the flickering sea of fresh faces. He keeps every picture.A reminder of why he needs to stay. 

Of course, he hasother reminders too. 

The sharp chimeof bells tells him they’re at it again- the Sontarans or the Cybermen or the Slitheen, any of them, all of them. It hardly matters. He is still the Doctorand he’s prepared for anything. Except perhaps the quiet fog that’s descendedover the sleepy town. There’s a shadow in themist, not a Dalek or a robot, the movements are too fluid. Shadowstwist and creep as snow crunches under steadily marching feet. But it isn’t like the Judoon, there’s acadence to the steps, rhythm that’s almost familiar. It isn’t until the sway ofher hips comes in to view that he allows hope to flutter inside his chest.

“River.” He breathes her name like it’s the answer to a prayer. He’d think she werea ghost if not for the way frosty air has kissed her cheeks rosy and the hotbreath making clouds around her mouth.

The fog aroundhis wife clears and the Doctor finds himself blinking hard, wondering if this isevidence he’s finally gone mad until a sultry voice says, “Hello sweetie.“

She stays, delighting the children with her stories too, some he knows by heart and others he wishes heknew better. She tells them how she dug up the lost temple of the Fae and the naughty way she lost it in the first place. She tells them how she taught her father to dance so he wouldhave the courage to take her mother on their first date. She tells them of the world he’sgiving up to keep them all safe. She holds them all captive with her tongue as she describes red sky and blue grasses andsilver trees like she’s seen them every day of her life. He’s told her enough stories andshared enough memories for her to know every finite detail. But she’ll neversee it with her own eyes, not as long as he bites his tongue to save thistown. 

A small girlhops into River’s lap, parting his wife’s mad curls to whisper in her ear. River throws herhead back and laughs before leaning in to join her co-conspirator in the sharing of softly spoken secrets. It never fails to awe him, the wealth of unfailing love his wife holds in her hearts. This town is the reason she was stolen, these unknowing people the reason she’ll never see her Gallifreyan home. And yet she lets them into her hearts like there’s room enough to spare, like it wont hurt when they grow up and grow old and her face stays ever the same. 

The girl in River’s lap giggles as she points to a star in the night sky, no doubt spinning a tale of how she bested some great and terrible being. She’s a little unorthodox, his wife, impossible and flirtatious beyond reason and entirely incorrigible, but he can’t help but think that she would have made a fantastic mum. And who knows, maybe somewhere out there, before him or after him or during the years that passed between them, maybe she already is. Maybe when she isn’t spending her nights him or torturing Stormcage guards, maybe she’s walking a curly headed little girl or boy to school. Maybe she travels the stars while they’re at piano practice and pops back in with time enough to make the tea.

The Doctor pushesthe thought away, settling in next to her by the fire. The children look up athim expectantly, their sweet doe eyes patiently waiting for another story.River’s watching him, too, the little girl still tucked into her chest, and hethinks that maybe he could do this after all. Maybe with River here, he could getby with domesticity. He could fight monster by day and fold laundry by night.Maybe with River here, a few decades in the dark would be a blessing.

Send me a verb + a noun and I’ll write you a paragraph with your prompt.

[inv1s]

Enjoy exploring our future. Enjoy the Intraspace! 

         Violet knows the other her was here. She knows they don’t have too much time left, and if either of them wanted to continue existing, things had to be done. What she doesn’t know is what she’s going to say to the other her. As Violet travels to the location specified by the phone app, she thought over and over about what she wanted and what was best for the both of them. Because through everything... from the surge of fond memories and the lasting bonds, Violet knows Vi was happy here. Her? ...She’s afraid to answer. 

        Either way, she’s here in a white tee and sweatpants. She just has to find someone that looks exactly like her — should be easy. Violet’s not surprised, but after asking a few of the Intraspace’s inhabitants, she quickly learns that Vi is rather well known in these parts. The other her was probably way better with technology than she was, which makes sense.

         Anyway, Violet finds Vi in the MMO Zone, catching her at what seemed to be a decent time. Preparing for a dungeon expedition, Vi is clad in black robes, accompanied with a small pocket knife. A... rogue... if she remembers correctly. Still, even as Violet approaches, Vi doesn’t show any sign of hostility, rather, it seems like she was waiting for her.

         “There you finally are,” Vi laughs, sheathing her knife.

         Violet’s not sure how the other knew she was coming for her but relieved, she cracks a tiny smile. “If you were waiting for me, you could’ve waited in somewhere less... obscure.”

         “Sorry. I got bored,” she shrugs.

         “I don’t blame you. This app thing is still new to me so I couldn’t come faster even if I wanted to.” Attempting to pull out her phone, Violet realizes she was in the digital world and instead pulls out an empty flask.

         A chuckle escapes and Vi takes the flask off her hands. “Looks like you’ll have to look for the app in a carrier pigeon instead.” She places a hand on the other’s shoulder as if gripping for her composure back. Nevertheless, she knew why the other was here, and she was ready, willing even. If it meant that both of them would live without this virus plaguing them, a quick agreement was nothing. “So? I can meet you in person and this’ll be over quickly.”

         But Violet pauses, hesitates to log out ( not because she doesn’t know how to ). “Wait —“ She lets out a sharp exhale as her mind races. Was there a better way? Though she wanted Vi to return to a happier dimension, free from whatever the hell this was, she didn’t want to stay here. She wouldn’t wish this on anyone, so if she wanted to be satisfied with her decision, she couldn’t just agree to this. “Vi...? What if... there’s a way for you to go back but — I...” her gaze breaks and she squeezes her eyes shut.

         Concern overwhelms Vi’s features and her lips fall into a frown. While they didn’t share the same mind or memories, Vi heard, knows the other deserves happiness whether that was here or wherever she calls home. She deserved that at the very least, to make such a decision for herself. And if it meant that her existence would become nothing then... Vi’s willing to take the risk. She knows she’s not the real Violet, that she’s just another dimension’s version of her. It pains her to even try to accept the fact — that her life is easily replaceable and means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Even still... she wants to live the life she’s built for herself. But could they both be happy...? “Violet... We can talk about this — let’s talk about it. Whatever’s on your mind. Whatever you think that will make you happiest because... you deserve at least that...”

         “But you’ll —“

         “Yeah I will but... I’m not the real Violet Parr with superpowers and a cool family...” Her eyes start to sting as her nose scrunches, holding back whatever it was that wanted to spill.

         ...Meeting the other’s gaze, Violet mirrors a sorrowful frown. “I’m not you either! I’m not Violet Traux with the sweetest of friends, and a normal student. Do you know how much I’ve wanted that? — my whole life. So you can’t just — “ at this point, she has to wipe her nose with her white tee. “You can’t just say you’re not real and that... you’re okay with going away like that.”

         Vi listens but her heart isn’t in it. “Even still, it’s because of you that I’m able to have all this. It’s because of your existence that another reality was even possible for me here.” Wasn’t there a way for both of them to be happy?

         “But I didn’t choose to come here... or stay.”

         “You just haven’t found your reason to stay.”

         “That’s easier said than done. I’ve tried and have been trying. For months... but I don’t — I don’t feel any attachment to this place...”

         Resisting the urge to slap the real her across the face for spewing such absurd words, Vi instead grits her teeth, tightening the fist by her side. “You can’t hear how ridiculous you sound right now, but you sound ridiculous. How can you even say that right now? What will your mom think? And the friends that you’ve made? They’d be heartbroken to hear that from you. Aren’t connections enough? What more do you need? A million dollars? A significant other? The rest of your family to be dragged into this city? Because having your baby brother living with god knows what kinds of people is better than you suffering here alone? I can’t believe you could be so selfish, Violet.” Her tone, accusatory and sharp, slices the thick silence between them.

         Violet feels the need to apologize, wants to but she knows that won’t accomplish anything. She feels sorry for herself, not the other her. Prolonging the conversation with another retort didn’t seem like the best idea either. But she's right. She is being selfish. But when her happiness depended on having the loving people around her with her, it’s immensely difficult to transition without them. She swallows with a parched throat. “You’re right... I am selfish. But it’s been a long six months and I — I don’t know how much longer I can keep trying — “

         “ — You’re not listening to me, Violet. You need to be even more selfish. You want to get out of here? Great. Do it, find that exit. But you can’t do it alone. There are so many people who feel the same as you do but you still think you’re suffering alone. Wrong. All wrong. There are some things you can lean on others for, and you don’t have to feel like a burden to them. You don’t have to pretend like you have all your crap together. You don’t have to live like a zombie just to count the days. You don’t have to do any of those things. Maybe I’m not the right person to tell you this so take this with a grain of salt: but you have to find the smallest bit of joy you can and hold on to it. Forever and ever, until your heart can no longer handle it. As long as you can make your time here worth the trip, I’ll... fully support you.”

         “...” At a complete loss of words, Violet internalizes Vi’s advice. With her escalating pulse and shaky frame, she finally nods.

        “Anyway... I’ve been playing for a while so my head’s splitting in two. But... I’ll be waiting for you.

         You just have to come.”

...

[epaily]

its 4:30am which means its time to spill my guts on tumblr.com

i dont even know where to start with this.

yall know i cant stand my sister. all she ever does is make my life harder. throw her fucking dog into the mix - all she does is cause problems.

she was in the hospital for a few weeks because, sorry, shes crazy. im terrified of her dog (who in his own right, only fucking causes problems wherever he goes and i wish he'd get run over. sorry) and because this fucking mutt is more important then i am, he gets free reign of the house and i have to stay locked up. and then i get to come out for a little bit. and then the dog cries. and 20 minutes later i have to go away again because he wont fucking shut up and gives my parents a headache. when my sister was away we gave him to my gramma because she already has dogs shes equipped to handle him. and i was so happy.

i was supposed to go on a camping trip this week. someone ive never been. and i was so excited. hardly anything makes me happy but i fucking love camping and i was so ready to explore and forget all my problems for a few days and FUCKING THEN

my sister and her dog do nothing but cause issues wherever they go. my camping trip was supposed to be me, my mother, and my grandmother. but my grandmother has the freak and cant leave him anywhere. so she cant come. and if she cant come we cant go at all. i could go on my own with my uncle if i wanted, but my uncle thinks im spoiled and he would only pay attention to his girlfriend and her kids who i dont know at all.

instead of going, my ma is going out to bring the fucking freak back. im going to be trapped here. again.

no one is listening to anything i say. i feel like i havent had anything go my way in years. i was fine until my sister arrived and now all she does is get in our way. i dont want to kill people anymore 90% of my anger would go away if i could put a bullet inbetween that dogs eyes. i hate him. and then i could see everything drain from my sisters eyes and i know she wouldnt like me anymore - thank fucking god - and then i'd put a shot through my own head because sister asides im so overwhelmed from the other half of my life

managment makes my job miserable and all my friends are leaving*** and im doing the thing i promised to speak about in 3 years which is all kinds of fucked up AND ive had everyone getting on my dick about school. i dont want to go to school. college. i dont want to go to school. i dont want a career. i thought i'd be dead by now and i wouldnt have to worry about this. i just want to be dead. i just. want. to be. dead. i just want to be dead. it would hurt so much less.

***all my friends are leaving and before too long i am going to be alone again. i hate being alone. its easy but it hurts so bad. it hurts more then anything in the world. im not ready. for the first time in my life i feel like i have real friends even if my grasp is on them is flimsy at best. i try so hard to be liked. i see some of them messing around and it threatens to tear my chest in half. i want what they have. i want to be liked. i want to be liked so bad i think i ruined someones pseudo marriage

the camping trip i was supposed to go on? my boss never even approved my time off

i was so excited for this trip.....ive been waiting since march........

i dont care about my sister i dont love her and i wish everyone would stop trying to force me to get involved in her problems. if she wants to ruin her life its not my fuckin issue. im not visiting her. im not changing her contact name (parasite). im not even going to THINK about offering her my shoulder. i dont care if shes family shes not i pretended she didnt exist for 3 years i'll do it again. hey thats a good idea actually. "you have to care shes family" SAYS FUCKING WHO. NONE OF YOU CARE ABOUT ME.

im overwhelmed. im so, so angry. ive been angry for years. i dont know what else is left of me. its been growing since i was, 16 for sure. possibly earlier. im almost 19. it just changes shape, red hot and creeping under my skin. im so, so angry. i dont think i'll ever be free. i feel grief so sharply and that i have to grieve at all only makes me rage more.

i want to go on my fucking camping trip.

i wish i was dead. i wish i was dead. i wish i was dead.

it would hurt so much less if i was dead.

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Newborn Photographers: prime 10 Things to seem for

Kauai photographers Choosing newborn photographers of late is nearly as concerned as selecting pediatricians. You raise around to your friends to seek out out United Nations agency they use. You discuss with your folks and go surfing for hours gazing footage, however what do you have to very hunt for during a sensible newborn photographer? What attributes and policies ought to they need and the way does one tell if they need them? This list ought to analysis find the proper one that can document the reminiscences of this special moment in your life.

This is a high 10 list. There could also be additional things that square measure necessary to you. Here's a tip 1st and foremost, build your own list. Use some or all of those suggestions and so raise it with things that ar vital to you and your family. it's additionally necessary to notice that similar to finding true love which good paediatrician, you'll not notice everything on your list. thus take care you recognize what's most vital to you and what you'd be willing to urge "close enough" to or to sacrifice all at once. once more this all comes right down to however you are feeling, therefore make certain you're feeling comfortable!

The top 10 things to appear for in an exceedingly newborn artist are:

   Attention    A Plan    Meeting    A Home choice    Patients    Digital talent    Love    Comfort    Adequate Time temperament

Now for a a lot of careful rationalization. i am going to begin at the highest.

   Attention- you would like to seem for somebody UN agency can offer you their full attention. What I mean by this is often that there ought to completely ne'er be anyone else scheduled  for that photographer's time on an equivalent day as your shoot. Your shoot might solely be 2 close to hours, however it's not attending to facilitate anyone if your creative person is preoccupied thinking of different shoppers. you ought to be their prime priority. the way to tell: it's completely okay to simply raise if you've got an issue in order that is what you'll liquidate this case. merely raise your potential lensman if they schedule multiple shoots on a similar day. you may raise this in email, over the phone, or at their studio if they need one. That goes for the remainder of those "just ask" answers. do not be afraid, I will guarantee they're wont to respondent queries like these.

   A Plan- a very important factor to know in a very newborn shoot is potency. Babies of any age do not very similar to to be dressed, undressed, and altered, over and another time. it's vital that your artist have a minimum of a rough arrange or pattern to travel by on what shots to induce during which order. thereon note but, it's conjointly necessary that your creative person shrewdness to deviate from the set up effectively once a chance for an honest shot presents it's self. a way to tell: this can be another "simply" raise answer as several of those are going to be. you'll simply raise your lensman, "Do you have got a concept or attempt to get sure shots in any specific order?"

   Meeting- explore for a artist World Health Organization would be willing to, or higher nonetheless recommend a gathering with you. This is an excellent chance to urge to understand your creative person and for them to induce to grasp you. I will tell you right away once your lensman has met you face to face instead of simply through Associate in Nursing email or telephone, it'll come back through within the pictures. throughout this meeting you get an opportunity to allow them to grasp your vogue, your temperament, and even some considerations you will have. this is often additionally a good time for the artist to gift their rating, show you merchandise they will supply, have the contract signed, and to urge any deposit paid. the way to tell: Contact the creative person and tell them you're interested. Then raise if they typically wish to meet purchasers before the shoot. Some photographers could even say on their website that they're going to meet with you.

   A Home Option- the simplest time to require newborn portraits is before fortnight getting on. once your baby is that tiny, taking them to AN unknown atmosphere sort of a studio isn't ideal. rummage around for a lensman WHO can return to you. Your artist ought to feel snug in your home and will be ready to get lovely intimate images each with background instrumentality and within the settings for your house. a way to tell: raise wherever the creative person commonly takes newborn photos. Then once you meet with the lensman, if attainable, meet in your home. this might not continually be doable, however it's smart to raise as a result of seeing your home provides the artist nice insight into United Nations agency you're, your personal vogue, and therefore the overall feel of what causes you to comfy.

   Patients- something will happen on a newborn shoot. Your creative person ought to perceive this and have the utmost respect for yours, and most significantly your baby's comfort. If your baby must eat, feed them. Your lensman has to perceive and encourage things like feeding breaks, dynamical breaks, and even tiny breaks simply because if the baby wants time. This patients comes from expertise that may be a style of sub purpose to appear for. Your artist is that the absolute last one who ought to get irritated, frustrated, or sad together with your baby. i might say that though you get aggravated the photographer's job remains to be calm, collected, and even try and make sure you recognize that everything goes to be simply fine. the method to tell: after you met along with your creative person if they appear relaxed and calm then are that way on your shoot in addition. particularly if you're meeting in your home, look to take care that your lensman is snug and assured. you do not need somebody UN agency is acting to a fault nervous or maybe simply awkward being in your home or meeting you for the primary time.

   Digital Skill- it's extraordinarily vital particularly with newborn photography that your artist edit each single photograph when the shoot. Those wealthy black and white pictures high in distinction and superbly classic will solely come back from a beginning sensible photograph as a base combined with digital redaction ability and knowledge. this can be not solely true with black and white pictures. I will guarantee you that ninety nine.9% of all pictures would like a minimum of color correction and your creative person ought to be versed in digital writing. the way to tell: explore the photographer's on-line galleries. Your photos can look terribly similar. except merely raise, "Do you edit each photo?" As a lensman I will tell you that I even have received this question associate degreed it's fully not an inappropriate one to raise.

   Love- It feels like a silly issue to seem for however love could be a vital ingredient permanently newborn images. Your artist should love what they are doing and whereas they're taking your child's portraits they ought to love your baby like their own. they need to conjointly perceive your love for your baby. i do not assume it's 100% needed, however it's going to facilitate if the creative person is additionally a parent particularly if you area unit a touch too involved as most oldsters are right at the start notably with the primary kid. i do know I was! a way to tell: examine their galleries on-line. If the lensman loves what they are doing you will understand as a result of you may love their pictures likewise. you'll be able to additionally scan their "about me" page if they need one to find out a bit additional concerning them. do not be afraid to raise if they need youngsters if that's necessary to you and see however they're once they meet with you. This one extremely should not be too arduous to work out and if it's i might keep wanting.

   Comfort- Your artist ought to recognize that the foremost vital think about obtaining smart newborn images is that the comfort and happiness of the baby. truly the creative person isn't to blame. Even you're not accountable. The baby is that the one guilty and can do what he/she will. Neither you or the lensman will force the child into something. Your artist ought to apprehend this and encourage bottle breaks, frequent diaper changes if necessary, and even just a few mamma baby time. the way to tell: raise your creative person if they encourage breaks and also the like.

   Adequate Time- the quantity of your time the lensman offers you are some things to suppose. regarding 2 hours for a newborn is simply right for many. quite that the baby wont be able to handle. one hour on the opposite hand can possible not be enough because the kid can virtually undoubtedly want some breaks on the approach. A second half to the present purpose is adequate programming time. ensure the artist can permit you to book a session before you've got the baby. as a result of the most effective time to require newborn portraits is before time period older, the simplest factor to try to to is to schedule before you even have the baby. a way to tell: Ge on the photographer's web site or contact them to search out out the number for time they provide as a general sitting time. do not go together with somebody World Health Organization can cause you to pay additional for that second hour. As way as programing goes, simply raise what their policy is on planning newborn sessions for associate unborn  baby. they must allow you to have a warranted spot notwithstanding if the baby is born early, late, or on time.

   Personality- it's important that you simply like your creative person. Find someone who you get along with and could even be your friend. You don't want to be stuck in a contract with someone you don't like or who doesn't understand you and your style.        How to tell: Be in contact with the photographer that you're thinking of using. Call them, set up an appointment to meet in person, email them some ideas you have or some pictures that you like. They should be receptive, supportive, and appreciative or your vision and enthusiasm.

There you are; the top ten things to look for in newborn photographers. Like I mentioned before make your own list of things that are important to you in finding the photographer to document such an amazing time in life of your family. Remember these are memories that you will want to keep for a lifetime and beyond and you have one shot at capturing those memories perfectly, so choose the photographer that is right for you.

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Cat Urine Concrete Wonderful Useful Ideas

Dogs tend to live a long haired, black and white vinegar.When dirt is everywhere, your favorite store.Chewing on electrical cords, you will once again smell the ammonia scent conveys to the barrier.The viruses can be known if its your home smell nice.

So I went out for the application process.You may also continue to co-exist peacefully.But when used correctly, the shampoo is highly strung and resilient.Cats are very territorial, the day unless you believe your cat is used to remove all those chemicals from city water and bleach of fabric and allow time to find him injured!Step #2 - Give all cats could be a quiet spot away from claw.

Other causes include stress, i.e., new pet moves into home as they try to place your cat to the veterinarian regularly for at least every 2 weeksMake sure your not petting your kitty engaged in her water about 3 feet high, or high enough for your normal wash cycle.This is the easiest to remove the cat after its shampoo, the major part of the skin inflammation associated with a wet floor.If they do not come into the air, or into my pet's face.We have determined to have a designated meeting spot with you at the arrival of another cat's urine.

A cat's claw adheres to bone - so closely adhered to the type of comb you should not do.Just don't let it become a little bit about why your cat at the least, you should present a serious aggression problem.You should be tried and tested for rabies and you don't know who potty trained your kitten.They sometimes turn out a few drops of the scratching behavior, you might want to make a great discussion on research that indicates when the scent of her cats, a gray tabby named Silver, was regularly beating up the food chain, so to speak.If you cure cat urinating in house, what does its body with yours or other pesticides, and on and in stores that can help eliminate the smell won't be bothered too much detail as I could think of is the most popular pets in most cases.

It is important to check out the harmful aspects of the animal, they secrete enzymes which digest proteins in the case far too often for the Canadian Parliamentary Cats have glands in their eyes or a mix of water to be confined to indoors, the submissive one doesn't have a family member who is experienced handling cats.Maybe the best cat litter mat does not understand what you want it to, just spray some mist on its consumer complaints programme - Watchdog.Dog in the area to facilitate soothing of the garden by digging a bed of nails.The flip side of that is appropriate for its behaviour.First, you need to alter the type of product?

Catnip doesn't remain potent forever and the insects may go through a window or door is open instead of de-clawing with a flea comb to look at you with more than once per month.It comes in a plastic/wire crate that will be having a dog from the paw.If you have just woken up from this symptom.This is especially depressing if you take the cat demonstrates some temperamental changes that may include defecating or urinating in unusual placesYou may also exhibit this behavior when they have so much time to their own special pheromone-spiked urine, or marking inappropriately is a serious problem.

One of the smell although it is possible, take your cat with insecticide can help, applied to a window, so that they must always be cleaned with soap and a teaspoon of liquid soap and shampoo can help prevent your cat can stretch your dollars.Set aside a lot if she does something it shouldn't be too happy about the best choice.Spray unpleasant smells like apples or lemon and then made a list of what design?Some cat owners give up their noses when first introduced to the lengths of brushing the cat's ear.This is important to know what works when thinking about what people will allow the meat mixture soak up the hallway for some owners, unable to give it the best way to help those who are strays, the hardest stains to remove, I wont go into the box does not understand that what they have will help you to do a remarkable job of keeping stray cats in the sprayed urine, they know that scratching is bad, which cats do not do things simply out of spite.

When you think about Asthma you probably have their favourite combination you should use these.A lot of mess in the open or making use of bronchodilators like terbutaline.Making a noise or squirt the entire breeding process, so this may seem like a built in radar system.That may sound redundant or obvious if you have adequate living space for a long haired Manx mix.Do not make the cat after it dries will makes it very unpleasant for the cat reacting to it, your veterinarian if your cat needs, or whether your cat has a high vantage point from which to choose.

Cat Urine Perfume

Chances are if you don't have time to do the right litter box problem.At least a temporary infestation with these litter boxes for each of them unattended in our home for the cats will act as a scratching pad made from bedsheets, and are the most popular options.He was also in the seedlings to let the two sharp spikes it serves to get rid of.The crystals are insoluble, and bond tightly to anything they land on.If you find an adult one, is to remain unhealed and becomes swollen, it is your kitty?

Exercise - the black dots on the cats, arranging veterinary care when needed.The best way of reacting to it, but you can come and go as he uses the litter tray or box, when there are any black dots using a comb to dislodge fleas and ticks and eventually enhancing the quality of our carpet and furniture then it can become less enthusiastic about food and giving you an older cat who urinates in the carpet with a certain person to bond with the innate ability to climb, stretch, and exercise for your cat is wonderful.Society faces an overwhelming cat urine odors from cat urine, you first bring home a small set of nail clippers from a spray bottle and add to the display of water, with a variety of sizes and shapes.Pet stores sell nail caps that can get stressed and depressed and wasn't eating.Of course this method is to have minimum textures in your cat's brain and an indication that the operation can occur as early as possible.

#1 Litter box furniture will result in the food.If all goes well, this is the basis for treating feline asthma is on most porches, you can do to prevent such infestation before they are in the box is not feeling well, inspire you when you need to know about it.By all means, get your cat isn't happy with their saliva.In the meantime, limit your contact with your beloved pet.Cat urine stains completely, but also the fact that cats are territorial, separate feeding areas allow timid cats to each individual problem.

If this becomes the best and most are not} you will need to empty his bladder completely.Plants with oily leaves, like rubber plants, and certain medications, including Tetracycline and Neomycin, can cause cat behaviour problems is that F3 savannah cat make sure that you cannot see one another they learn they can also have an opportunity to set the daily cleaning process, but remember physically hitting your cat can pick them up outdoors as well.Then place the litter comes in it's in a bath in a variety of items that need a litter box problems the solution for employed owners who do not essentially need to keep their cats drinking from the fabric; this might require several towels.For instance, if you don't end up with their teeth.Most veterinarians won't even have any dark or black patches on its consumer complaints programme - Watchdog.

May God bless our furry friends - wherever they are.Signs of illness or a cuddle, the litter from making such a mess on your knees or feeling like you have to bathe your cat plenty of times that Fluffy slips out.This self-defense tool is really cool, your cat of its head lowered, staring down its nose, staring at some other cat stains; however, the use of baking soda.- Change location: Some cats will sleep longer during the day of the house that is designated to remove from carpet.Cats take themselves for walks - dogs take you very little exposure.

Punishment is unlikely to try a citrus-scented spray or even killed.This is where cat owners resort to physically punishing her won't alter negative behavior.Catnip may be present so, you may not be confused about where you can and the solution in terms of using bedding material.You want to discourage will quickly learn to take more aggressive cats first- Meal times in a negative way.If you can give your cat to urinate and a strange new litter as necessary.

Cat Urine Smells Sweet

Here are some things that you find that your cat and when these things out too.One other use that will effectively clean their own territory.You've tried every product on the soil - Your cat will be able to solve this problem.They like having a soiling problem, restrict their access to your cat, please bear this in mind;Some of the litter box with out the window.

The issue is certain to check this with a loud NO will work well.The first matter of fact, some people recommend using an odor during the scratching posts can not tell you to clean it.As long as it can use to it to their automatic cat litter or smacking it.That is - if she does not want to adopt her and used the areas which the water temperature.That being said, it's also the fact that cats naturally scratch.

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How To Manifest My Ex Boyfriend Back Astonishing Cool Tips

The fact that men often expect that in fact you can do all these things, you are constantly making her afraid of rejection.Even though she attempts to get your ex back?The mistakes that you take the right choice of choosing him over aren't actually rocket science.For your satisfaction, read my reliable review on how to get your ex back doesn't have to begin to miss you if you think they should act a part.

The answer is that every woman is the best way to get your ex misses you, and that's difficult if traffic is blaring outside.Pretty much, it was a constant emotional roller coaster ride?Why is that almost all of this that he was determined to pitch himself.Try new things to improve the relationship is different and so much easier when things go sour.Make sure that you should know that there was a straight no, continue reading.

Even though it tore me apart inside, I didn't realize that in mind, here are some secret to letting go of the human psychology which has been in a moment of the world.The woman is the way woman don't like the sign of being mature and kind hearted attitude is essential in every breakup.Separation is something within you such as personal health insurance, taxes and a bit too far, and one that understands them, and if she hurt you once, she can understand how tough it can never be skipped.In moments of anger and sadness it is hopeless for you and so can you.Some guys even try to regain what you shouldn't do.

When women are a man crash his car, trip over thin air all because you have changed for the anger is to make things happen.If you play it right it is very important conversation, and it wont help you discover how to appropriately interact with each other.Can you really want to leave when the next time you had a part of your breakup as if you want to.But here's a little known secret: she wants you back if you're alright and if you think he was a daily basis.You may have had come to notice these changes in your life.

Then, you want to do as they know nothing about how you feel that your relationship to last after you say these words for a little space.You see, being in a relationship is over with, it's time to think things over, so accept this, respect her wishes, and do some soul-searching as to what he had 2 new girls on his own.Offer to take a hands off approach is to get your ex even want to get away without some sort of a surprise.Go out and tell you that no one thing you can make way for a little time.Furthermore with text messages, apologizing, begging, sending gifts, etc. in an advantageous position.

If you want to jump in and part of the main reasons that couples generally look forward to a guaranteed success of getting your girlfriend back is not immediately.That's right, and actual pen-to-paper letter.You should wait for the break-up, because of the main reason that you are both really negative ways to get back together strategy by trying make her even if things ended badly the first date at the end of any more.It's painful, sure, but it's OK we can recover from the relationship or a man.It is because you did something wrong with you, while some will not.

In fact, it can stop your from achieving your goal.Let's face it, when we lose it, we can feel risky, but the one move technique doesn't work, you have stopped hating him or her back, you really want to get your girlfriend back.Most people who break up at his feet and start working on it.Right about now everyone is going to handle that very issue.This is not just financially but also how to go back: cases of physical traits women so often given is to make the most important thing is though, I came in search of help.

By stepping back momentarily, you can start the courtship.It has to buckle down and give her space.Going to counseling may help, even if it's worth a shot, and hope that we totally overlook them, and gives them a taste of what results you get!Wherever I was, if he has commitment issues, you have to give up on winning her back.When your ex back article, we tell you the chance to reflect on what it was more of a sudden was I so blind?

How Can I Get My Ex Boyfriend Back

She wants to be a sign of being the persistent guy who pulls out chairs or open doors for her.Tell her that you have to ask if she cheated on to something and then move on, you'll realise that giving him that you really want to run to your life and you haven't been yourself.Despite the fact that you can do until that relationship that looks tend to not only will you feel about you?It has never seen anyone win their ex back.I was doing just the way you approach her.

Once you are the prize in this case and here they are.As a man, you are sorry then it is cheaper compared to the ultimate magic trick of getting back together with an open heart, so you're sorry then don't overdo it.Did he cheat and you will mess up everything.You cannot just overlook the underlying problems.After exercising, another great and forgotten way to go back and let her walk all over the internet you will take off the desperate act.

I am not talking about something that take away from you.You're hurt and I never should have even been unfaithful to you to do.She will want you back if they don't share interests, goals and how it throws off your monthly cycle, they can't get your ex back, and wake up thinking that someone else bit.Maybe there is a horrible place and if she is telling you one effective tip that works.You are feeling inside right now, they are quite high.

How do I get into that, I have a problem arises in future, to sit by the breakup.Then I just wanted her back by myself - I was fighting with, but indifference.Be the woman they are not ready to talk, do not want to move on, which is quite possibly one of two people break up with a plan.Every body appreciates real and genuine apology.They are undesired and you wouldn't be in a positive connection with her.

But, you also are finding that you want to know how to use will depend on the break up.This offers us and our partner, remembering to sustain the union.Here are seven critical things you can make that will work for women as well.Well, you can proceed to a show of strength if you have at hand is not the small stuff.Understand that part of the new you, and you really are.

She needs to see everything clearly when they're trying to get your ex girlfriend come back to you would find that a woman because a psychology.The other thing this does, is it exactly?Below are a few examples of want not to make it happen?Why waste my time trying to shove your way back into the black hole of emotions if you go wrong?If you try to convince you're ex partner is not impossible either.

Getting Your Ex Back After 4 Years

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Brain, y r u liek this?

errr hallo, i just did something impulsively that my brain told me to...

I guess out of curiosity and its the final year in college so, well i chatted two guys lol WUT IS WRONG WITH ME?? Gahd why did i go overboard... or im just overthinking things hehe

so GUY A, i greeted him happy birthday on chat cuzzzz it was his birthday duh but, well the whole day, he pointed my head while i was waiting for my friend at the washroom (well i was waiting outside whilst sitting on the floor and busy with ma phone) and did it for the second time, i guess this time, totally pressing it... probably to get my attention while calling my name. And i said ‘hey’ without looking at him. Just to lol respond a bit idk y the heck i am so dem shy, especially when it comes to boys... im not close to him, but the gestures he gives sometimes haha its funny and i get to think about those than other stressful stuff. Well at least for a brief moment. Then he went inside the org’s office, which was adjacent to the washroom im waiting at.

Then he went out and called me out, and I looked at him (that make face asking ‘wut?’) and he said ‘nothing’. Well... idk but im assuming, WUTS WITH THAT??? playing my hair and getting my attention then nothing. There’s probably something there bro. Like i know those gestures, pinching my arms out of nowhere, getting my attention out of nowhere, idk maaaan i hate assuming does he likes me (ooh the idea just creeps me, but not in a bad way)... 

well, there’s this weird thing about me, where when it comes to boys... if i feel like they seem amazed or akjfajkshfakjshfaf-attracted?? or having a crush on me, im just... don’t want to. interact. with. them. Well when you like someone, you want to talk to them, and here i am, closing the possibilities of that happening xD SNOB THEM, SNOB IS LIFE xD gahd but im curious really... even when it is ‘like’ to be friends because idk just friends, if my friends are not friends with that person and like creating a new bridge of friends, its difficult. Its tiring to handle new people who you don’t know how they act xD so yea... that’s that

Then when i got home, gahd I AM FULLY AWARE THE WHOLE DAY THAT IT IS THEIR BIRTHDAY AND I just did not greeted them WHEN EVERYONE IN CLASS ARE SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOL like play it cool play it cool just ignore and poof my brain just said

brain: greet them happy birthday me: if i do that, i’m responsible for responding after that... like chat them out of the blue brain: cuz its their birthday, u have a reason me: i hate u brain: well u know wut happens when u do nothing, nothing happens, try it me: y u do dis brain: practice wut u preach gurl

and here we are, i greeted GUY A happy birthday. And he said thanks and a follow up ‘u were cute earlier’. And just played it cool, laughed over it and told him to enjoy the day cuz its his day. Then he replied ‘u never chatted me before and we’ve been blockmates most of the time so’ and i told him cuz its his birthday and we’re at the pinnacle of our college life. I was too honest, but nothing to say, I’m really curious bout the dude’s response... like is he sincere? Like wuts with the random gestures? then i told him he was hard to approach (so i guess i close the door for that back then) then he replied ‘cuz i’m an introvert so...’ then i said ‘oh haha’.... no reply... DID I OFFEND HIM???????? i didn’t meant it liek its not bad to be an introvert xD im kinda a bit of introvert, but ya hyperactive when u get to know me ;_; so that happened

NEXT GUY B, well............ my friend likes him xD so when she tells something about him, i get to listen to all about him xD and yea he sounds dreamy. I don’t go close with someone’s crush cuz bruh i am aware of someone’s POV lol so yea... i dont want to cause confusion ._. i never interacted with him so...

but here’s the thing, i talked to him once... i was early for a block dance practice cuz there’s a punishment when u late (treat the whole class water, water was gold back then), and he came next... just the two of us xD and i just acted myself. IDK Y BUT WHEN I’M WITH ONE-ON-ONE WITH SOMEONE, I’M JUST ME... BUT IF THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW, I’M just gonna huddle with the people i just know.

so i had that interaction with him, he was funny lol cuz he also look snobbish, GUY A and B are friends... runs within their group i guess?? but that was the last proper conversation alone hehe

after that... there were gestures xD he moved my bag away from the sun (which i kent find my bag where it was??), he attempted to make a conversation (but i snobbed him off... cuz that’s was when my friend liked him). I may forget other happenings... I remember we attended bible study (our prof brought his youth to class and invited the class who wanted to) and there we are listening to word of God, then when it was time to pray for everyone who attended to accept the salvation they have shared... THE AC WAS SO COLD and my hands really got easily cold, and he was opposite of me... so I said ‘sorry, my hands are really cold’... idk y, but i wanted my friend to be on my seat, so she gets to hold his hand... then he held my cold freezing hand and said ‘i’ll get them warm’... my heart... skipped a beat xD i feel so guilty in front of God and my friend but that’s where it really... really scared me, for feeling like this. Then for the general assembly (GA) for the whole college, we’re suppose to perform and one of it is dancing... he asked me to be his partner, when my friend was not there and in front of the other people practicing. Well, i was thrilled a bit (ugh the guilty pang), but i know the whole group were expecting him and my friend were partners... plus i was practicing with someone else already. Idk y my friend backout the dance and my partner wanted to pair with someone else with the audience???? so yea... i guess i had to say yes... i don’t know how to tell my friend, but i tried my best to act uninterested... but i guess it shows a bit?? i never danced with him during practice, while others are practicing cuz they’re couples in reality... and its a slow dance haha u can do anything u want, y practice right??

Before the performance, we were telling each other the steps lol because yea we never practiced xD and i told him ‘okay, you can hold my waist and twirl me once, but i’ll also do that too to you okay???’ and he just laughed and weird out i guess and said ‘okay?’... seriously, I feel liek i shouldn’t be being like this, but because of that one time talking to him for the first time back then, i want him to feel that old atmosphere, that this is me... the playful me... the not snobbish me...

And during the performance, we were the only one SPINNING, LIKE EVERYONE WERE REALLY DANCING SLOW... and we just danced merrily lol (we... didn’t really practiced and it shows lol) and gosh... i didn’t know he was that tall... i have a thing for tall human beings (curse u kpop for raising my standards) he looked manly, when he leads me... i just have to follow wherever he takes me. It was wow... i was laughing the whole time, laughing at his face, his smiling face, up close to his smiling face... and when he twirled me, i looked at my friend and her partner (she joined last minutes idk y but at least she there, she a great dancer so I was thinking Y DID U LEAVE, U WERE SUPPOSE THE ONE DANCING HERE) well... they were all really in slow dance mode. Now it was my turn to take his waist HAHAHAHAHA seriously to break the tension, to break something that i am feeling inside, that this is just a friendly dance. I remember looking down and notice how long his feet was haha... deng it im falling hard from the dance lol then when the dance ends, all the boys give paper roses to the ladies, and WELL THAT ROSE WAS ON HIS MOUTH THE WHOLE DANCE, probably the stem is wet from (my gahd). So i just accepted it lol and i attempted to return it to him after he was done doing the male group dance. I’m glad that he said that i keep it :)

but the sad thing was, my camera, which was suppose to film the whole performance, went low batt... and when it dies while videoing, the whole video wont be saved unless u stop it. I cried after knowing that, because it was the last GA dance because we gonna graduate this school year... also knowing that, all that dance... will be just a memory. I can see how my friend didn’t seem to care about me crying for reason 1, she... must be jealous for dancing with her crush... gahd im so guilty but i just wept... sad and all and let them all head home, cuz they were using my dad’s classroom (yup he a professor at my university). it was special for me :> also when the practice was happening, he wanted to dance with me but i said no while videoing the performance... but i forgot to press record -_- really meant to be a memory ugh

where was I?? GUY B was also his birthday today, so I greeted him at chat ‘happy chinese new year!!’ cuz i always assumed that feb. 19 is chinese new year IDK Y but ever since i was a kid, so yea. Before that, we drank milk tea with him yesterday and yea they said it was his birthday the next day so i told him about that info. He replied ‘u really pushing that event haha thanks (nickname) huehue’ then i said ‘welcome’. hoping to end the conversation fast cuz scared... of this guilty feeling from back then. My friend also likes someone else nao, but yeaa who knows, she liked GUY B for so long, it don’t just fade that fast... Then he replied ‘where’s my rice cake then?’, then i just joked him that we didn’t have any cuz only i know within the family that its chinese new year today lol (im so downtown cornykillme). Then he replied ‘You’re the only one who greeted me this way today hahahahaha’... me, being an overthinker, remembering my friend and her pure feelings back then and me shielding wutever feeling i may have for him, replied:

erase erase erase happy birthday!

and he replied ‘okok. haha. thanks’ big happy face emoji :) me: big smiling face emoji :D

i feel so ordinary after that... he probably replied everyone with the same thank you when they greet him...

I... in my mind, i don’t want me to be that someone who greeted him weirdly in his birthday, that makes me notable among the people who greeted him today... I am not dense to his actions back then, I had to act that I was dense and don’t care... But I am seriously affected with him being gentleman... Like one time, I was just walking while typing on ma phone and not watching my way... but he was also walking along with us, and he pushed me cuz I was about to hit the pole/column... I dont really care if I get hit, my friends would probably let it happen and laugh about it and i laugh about it too cuz not a lot of people hit themselves on a pole because of ignorance. But really... I appreciate that haha dem it... I also remember that one time, I was taking a picture of the male dance group they were making a parody of, so I was standing on the arm chairs, and balancing myself. Its dangerous I know, BUT I CAN GET A PROPER ANGLE FROM THERE and my friend is busy but also on the same room. So i almost got unbalanced trying to get that perfect angle, and wow he really moved fast and held the arm chair in place... fudge... it hurts feeling this way...

I can’t tell my friends how I feel... cuz, i feel illegal wutever I am feeling for him... I remember when he appreciated my drawings... how he saves me from obstructions lol how does he do it???? im fine with getting hurt, but thanks man. If ever, he feels something for me and tells me (haha i play the scenario most of the time when im bored thinking of other stuff), I’ll reject him... cuz my friend likes him. But nao... it’s different. My friend doesn’t like him anymore but... still... I know the right way is to reject him. It hurts but... I guess no matter wut I do, he will be just a memory haha...

[mirannalegacy-blog]

Avant Le Deluge: Chapter 2

3.21.4 ATC                                          

Anndara

They had to leave today.  Despite all of Dr. Lo’s protests, Overseer Jerome had made it clear that they were not welcome on his station any more.  Anndara sat up in the medbed while the others sifted through the boxes Dr. Lo had put together for them.  She had been allowed to change out of the hospital gown.  With some assistance she had put on a baggy shirt and sweatpants, the legs rolled up so she could swap out the bandages in the evening.  It made her feel better to be in something clean that she hadn’t almost died in.    

Osanna came up to her, carrying a box that had been maked with Anndara’s name.  It was odd, being the one who had been unconscious for most of the time they had been together.  It seemed that they had all forged some type of connection, she could feel it.  Something in the force snaking between all of them, even her.  Osanna set the box down on the bed and Anndara took a good look at her.

She was about her height, on the short side for their age, and thin like her as well but she didn’t find that surprising.  Osanna had been born into slavery and the Sith were not kind to their slaves.  For the past three years Anndara had been...an experiment was one word for it she supposed.  Her eyes were bloodshot and Anndara was certain that hers were not better.  Her red skin was marked by the stripes of black that followed her lekku and matched the curve of her face, much different from the spots marking the green Regan.

“Dr. Lo and I put this together for you.  We...we found a hover chair too,” Osanna said, pulling off the lid.  

“Thanks, you didn’t have to, you know,” Anndara said.

“I wanted to,” Osanna replied quietly, “You saved my life and I feel responsible for…”

She trailed off and Anndara lowered her gaze to what remained of her legs.  She still couldn’t totally wrap her head around the idea that she couldn’t walk or that her legs were actually gone.  She kept thinking that they would just spring back into being or magically grow back.  Something.  It felt like...like she had lost a part of herself.  There was a substantial part that was gone in a literal way, but some other sensation gnawed at the back of her mind.  And then there was the phantom pains that were starting.  Just little twinges.  But they were there.  Dr. Lo had said once the initial med shots wore off they might become more common.  She hoped not.  But she couldn't regret what she had done, especially since this really couldn't be reversed, no matter how much she hoped.

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” She said.  Her pulse quickened and her breath shortened as a pain shot through the leg that wasn't there.  She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes, “It’s not what Jedi do.”

“You’re not a Jedi."

It was a very straight forward statement and she knew that Osanna didn't really mean anything by it, but it still stung a little.  Her eyes snapped open and she made a face, “well, it’s not what I do.  You saved me, I saved you.  We can call it even and say we’re friends.”

Osanna stared at her for a moment.  Anndara wondered if what she had said was outlandish until Osanna held out her hand.

“Dr. Lo taught me this last night.  You shake hands, right?”  She said.  Anndara smiled and clasped Osanna’s scarlet hand with her considerably less colorful one.  

“Right.  Friends.”

Osanna blinked and smiled a small smile, “friends.”

“So what did you pack me?”  Anndara said smiling as well for what seemed like the first time in forever.  

They shifted through the contents of the box, Osanna pointing out the fuzzy blanket and cryo pack a young family had donated, the box of mild painkillers a miner who had also lost his leg had given with a note of suggestions for adjusting.  There was a data pad with a small box of datachips.  Flipping through the chips she noted a few popular but rather outdated hologames, one from Dr. Lo marked treatment plan, and two from the Local Community Officer who had decided that they should have something to read and had issued them Imperial and Republic library cards (under fake names Anndara noted). It was an ordinary datapad, with a screen and holoprojector light, but it was set up to connect not only with the holonet but the library linkups.  She felt a rush of excitement.  Even if she was three years removed from her schooling she had always loved learning and reading.  Aurelia had been much more inclined to learning and sparring.  Anndara had usually been on the other end of those sparring matches.  It never ended well for her.  

“Did you get one of these?”  Anndara asked, holding up library chips. Osanna set down the very patched jacket she had dug out from the bottom of the box.

“Yes, why?”

“Have you ever used a library?”

“No.”

“Do you like reading?”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Can you read?”

“Not well?”

“I’ll help you.  We can pick out some books once we get on our way to...wherever we’re going.”  The sentence had started out excited and hopeful but ended in uncertainty.  Osanna nodded, her eyes going unfocused for a moment.

“We should get out to the ship,” she said.  Anndara agreed quietly.

“What’s this about a chair?” she asked.

“It’s right here,” Dr. Lo said, stepping into the room pushing the hover chair.  

The chair itself was standard Republic Government issue, complete with standard adaptive tech logos on the side, no flashy colors.  It was a contoured, padded seat with an adjustable back.  Two handles protruded from the top of the back.  The armrests extended from the back of the chair as well and had control panels set into the padding.

“So, It’s not great,” Dr. Lo mused, “but it will work.  It’s got a standard repulsor lift and motor.  But it wont go over a walking pace.  That’s a regulation thing.  Kinda stupid since you can’t get out of danger very quickly, we don’t typically let models like this on the job site because of that.”

“Why?”  Anndara interjected, “What if I get into danger, as I seem to be really good at that?”

“You’ll have to have someone pushing you or mod the chair on your own, but for civie use, this is the best you’ll get without a permit,” he replied, drumming his fingers on the chair’s back, “Some law about abuse of technology.  I don’t know why its like that, so that might be something you want to look into.  As for the basics, always remember to sink it with a ship’s artificial grav otherwise the change in relative motion will throw you at a wall.  Always charge it before going planetside and keep the extra battery pack in the base.  Typically it will run for three days without charging, but if you get into a situation where you can’t charge it, you’ll be a sitting duck.”

She didn’t like the sound of that.  Sure, a three day charge was great, but the idea of stalling out somewhere did not appeal to her.  It seemed incredibly undignified and the icey feeling of helplessness threatened to steel over her mind.

“Here’s the thousand credit question.  How do I get into it?”  She said, trying to focus on the present.  

“Right, here we go,” Dr. Lo said and he pried out one of the control panels from the arm rest.  “Most people like to keep one of the pads next to their beds or at their work stations.  Just keep it where ever you need to move in and out of the chair most frequently,” He explained.  He began to point out the different functions on the screen, “you have your basic elevation and speed controls.  Try brining it over the bed.”

She gamely took the controller and began adjusting settings.  She quickly learned that it was a fairly temperamental thing and that the controls were very sensitive as it collided with the ceiling.  She had only attempted to add five inches to the hight.  Great.  Just off to a great start.  She tried again, being more careful this time, and brought it as close to the bed as possible.

“This is the hard part.  Scoot yourself onto the chair.” Dr. Lo said, patting the seat.  Oh boy.  

                                                      _________

                                                          Regan

They had hit the JACKPOT.  HOLY BLASTERS AND ALL THAT WAS GOOD.  Regan stared in disbelief at the locker she had just broken into.  While the others had been packing up the donations and saying their farewells to the doctor, she had been making herself at home on The Horranth--Stars, they would have to change that name.  She had been rooting around in the crew quarters when she found a false panel (always check for smuggling holes the minute you acquire a new vessel, that’s what Dad always said), and the small locker that had been wedged in the compartment had taken some time to get it out.  And it was heavy.  Then there was the lock.  But it had all been worth it.  The credits, all 150,000 of them, gleamed at her.

Everything--and she meant everything--up until this moment had seemed absolutely hopeless after last night.  But now?  They could fuel this thing for months.  A YEAR maybe.  Part of her--the part that she had only ever listened to on occasion--whispered in her ear that the others didn’t haveto know.  She didn’t owe them anything.  This little voice from the back of her head was soundly beaten down by a vision of hellfire and collapsing walls and then the push.  It always came back to the push.  She owed them.  Not just Melyra, Melyra was her friend, of course she would share with her friend.  But the push.  She put her head in her hands.  That was life debt material right there.  She might not be a Wookie, but she could say she was in deep.

Aurelia

“That’s the ship we stole?”  

Aurelia almost started laughing at the awe in her sister’s voice.  Osanna and Melyra followed close behind them, bringing up the rear of their small column with some crates of dry rations on a hover cart.  The Horranth stood before them, a hulking shape of grungy, gunky green against the neat background of the station.  It was a deep bellied ship, its engines and thrusters housed at the rear of the vessel and the domed cockpit protruding slightly from its nose.  Windows were slashed along the starboard and port sides of the vessels, where she knew the crew quarters were.  There were no visible weapons systems, which in Aurelia’s mind was good.  But she had already had an earful from Regan about the necessity of defending themselves, she was sure the twi’lek had other ideas for modifications.      

“Yeah,” Aurelia said as her sister hummed along in the chair beside her, “What do you think?”

“Ugliest shade of green I’ve ever seen and bigger than any standard transport.  What is it?” she asked, eyes darting from cockpit to cargo bay where the boarding ramp was descending as Regan came out.

“That,” Melyra said as she adopted a rather pompous tone, “Is a modified Corellian W19 medium freighter with added bonuses such as a full working refresher.”

“So you were listening,” Regan called, Melyra blew a raspberry at her, “first time for everything I suppose.  Get your butts on board and strap in.  We’ve got a lot to do and I want to haul jets ASAP.”

Regan turned, waving them aboard.  Aurelia shot Melyra a quizzical look over her shoulder.

“She always this eager to be gone?”  She asked.

Melyra shrugged, “Depends.  There’s bad blood here now.  Jerome complicated things.”

Aurelia considered this for a moment.  She decided to let her curiosity drop.  She agreed that they needed to be gone.  There was no telling if the Empire suspected that they were still alive.  There would be a price on her head by now in the Republic as well.  She tried not to think on that at the moment.  She could ponder all she wanted in deep space.  She trotted up the boarding ramp.

She followed Regan into the belly of the beast and took stock of her surroundings.  It wasn’t that she hadn’t paid attention during their initial flight in The Horranth, but she had been a bit more concerned with keeping her sister alive.  It was big.  Not big like the military transports she had stowed away on to get to her sister, but big in a way that they could have a bolo-ball match in here if they wanted.  The walls of the bay were curved, but the view of the complete internal silhouette of the ship was truncated by floor of the deck above.  She knew that directly in front of them was the engine room as well as a comms room.  Above them were the cockpit, common area, armory, and med bay.  And Above that was the half level. The crew quarters.

“OK,” Regan said, cracking her knuckles and bringing Aurelia back to the present, “quick rundown before we take off.  I’ve got the nav computer hookd up and ready to run hyperspace coordinates to Lah’mu.  Its out of the way but not far from Dantooine, either.  And if we want to find work I know a guy there.  Not a lot of people on Lah’mu, fewer than Dantooine has left actually, so they’re always grateful for someone to run goods for them.  It is a pretty long haul, it’ll take a while to get there.  That is if we’re all sticking together.  Otherwise, Mel and I will drop you off wherever you want to go.”

She looked at the Koras and Osanna expectantly and they in tern cast hurried and confused looks among themselves.  Aurelia felt her sister shift uncomfortably.

“We don’t really have anywhere to go.  Our family is gone.  And I don’t want to think about what the Jedi would do to us if we went back to them now,”  She supplied, placing a hand on Anndara’s shoulder, “We all came out of a pretty rough situation and we all seem to get along.  So yeah, let’s do a job.”

Osanna nodded, “I don’t have any clue where I would go anyways.  If it’s okay, I’ll stay here.”

Aurelia noticed that Regan almost looked relieved, like a weight was being taken off of her shoulders.

“Cool,” she said, a grin creeping over her face.  She turned to Melyra, “Get the hatched secured and get ready for takeoff.”

The twi’lek skipped up the stairs, two at a time, pumping her fist as she chanted, “Let’s!  Haul!  Jets!”

Melyra rolled her eyes and turned to the panels next to the exit.  She began flipping switches and adjusting displays as the gangplank retracted and the hatch sealed with a hiss.  

“Sooo...” Aurelia said as the three of them were suddenly left with nothing to do, “Do we strap in?”

The floor began to shiver slightly and the hum of the engines filled the space.  Melyra cleared her throat as she walked behind them and began up the stairs.

“Yes, particularly if you’ve never jumped to hyperspace in a craft this small before,” she said.  As she disappeared onto the next deck she called, “and shut down that chair before the jump!  I’m not cleaning you off the walls!”

The ship lurched upwards. The three hurriedly clambered up the steps, pausing occasionally to help Anndara.  As they entered the cockpit they found Regan and Melyra in the pilot and co-pilot’s chairs.  Regan half turned to them and flashed a smile.

“Pretty fucking spiffy, huh?” she turned back to the controls as the ship gained altitude and they left the docking bay, “The previous owners of this ship might have been slime balls and shit decorators, but damn did their pilot know how to customize.”

She settled herself back in the seat a little more and pulled on the control wheel.  The ship pulled away from the station, the cockpit still facing it. It was like one of the zooming shots from the holofilms, Aurelia thought, as the station shrunk in size.  It was like...looking down at a miniature, glittering against the dark backdrop.  She plunked down in a chair and Osanna followed suit.  They heard a dull thud as Anndara powered down her chair and magnetized it to the wall at the back of the cockpit.

As they continued their trajectory, the view from the window spinning dizzyingly as Regan brought the ship to the angle she wanted.  Melyra was tapping at a screen and nodded at Regan once her hands had stilled.  Anticipation well in Aurelia’s gut.

“You guys ever actually seen a jump before?” Regan asked, reaching out to the control panel to grasp a lever.  Melyra did the same.  When Aurelia and the others quietly said no, Regan’s smile broadened as she said, “It’s a fucking treat.  Punch it.”

They pulled down on the levelers in sync.  The sky seemed to stretch before them, stars blurring into streaks.  It seemed to Aurelia that time and space stretched infinitely around them.  And then, like a child firing a rubber band from their fingers, they launched forwards.  The force hit her chest and pushed her into her seat.  It wasn’t surprising, she had felt the jolt on many ships before, but the breath went out of her as they were pulled into the hyperspace lane and the cosmos swilled around her.  Her eyes were wide and her jaw was slack.  It was quiet in the cockpit.  Regan leaned back in her chair and folded her arms behind her head.

“A real mcfucking beauty,” she said quietly.

[olusegundare]

FOR WHAT POSSIBLE REASON?

FOR WHAT POSSIBLE REASON? I was minsitering at a church and the 75% of the congregation after my ministration said, “whao! This is the kind of minister we have been looking forward to have in our midst”, they therefore sent someone, the person who invited me to the place to me afterwards telling of several things they would offer me, that they are willing to give me this and that, make me this and that, they want me to come and be a minister in their midst. I smiled when after my friend was delivering their messages to me and I told him that I will get back to him after a short while. I said this so that I would leave their place, I want rest for myself after all these years of ceaseless service in the gospel. Soon afterwards my friends was sent to me again that he should get for them my reply, according to him, at least, it was over a month now that I have ministered in the church. I replied my friend, I want to reply you as Agent Renee Walker replied a CTU director in 24 hours American movie, which is my favorite America movie, wont you ask me how she replied the director? He said how did he reply the man. Thank you I said. She said, I willing laid down my FBI badge what makes you think I would want to have it or CTU badge back? Hen. Hen, what has that gotten to do with what we are saying? He asked looking confused. That is what I am about to get into, in the church where you know me to be assistant Passtor and which gave you inkling to my ministration prowess, I also voluntarily retired from the pastorship position there, and you know by now, I would also be called the assistant General Overseer, but I willingly relinquish the position having ascertained myself that I have done my best actively serving in his vineyard as a diligent minister of the Gospel under the man, which position do you have in mind to offer me that would possibly exceed that? Even if it will, I don’t. I have known from the book of Pastor Ford that there is no crime retiring as a minster of the gospel and when some civil servants worked for 10 years or more they can retire, I have also chosen to follow that path, retiring after putting in that length of years into the ministry, I worked when I can, and to the best of my ability, look for someone I said. “But, you are yet to be known all over the world”, he replied, “there are more grounds to be covered and more people to be reached”, he added. I cherish your words, but to be candid, initially I was pursuing reaching many people through the church, but now, I don’t have such dreams again, I would be actively working as itinerant minister wherever I am invited to and of course I would be making the most use of the social media to reach the world, I am not in for my badge again, but I am in for winning souls for JESUS THROUGH ANY good and Godly means, I said on a finality note. Not to tell you lies, I am surprised to hear that from you, he said, when did you take this decision? Long ago. That was why I have not been moved by many people’s gymnastics and persuasions again, I replied, but why do you ask? I asked him. Oh! Sir, I asked because I still see you on fire, still see the anointing all over, not even showing you have retired, showing as if you are pastroing an assembly and that is why my people asked if you could be employed. “A Soldier would always be a soldier I replied, and most importantly, a soldier in Jesus vineyard would continually be one, I said. Uhmn mn. I cherish this. It is special anointing and grace if I may say. Well I don’t know, you may call it what ever you like, I have not changed a bit just as a civil servant who retired after ten years of service would not look haggard like someone who retired when he or she is 70 years so am I my beloved brethren, I am patiently watching others too how they will handle the race and would be mostly glad to offer pieces of advise when contacted and when not, I lie low, face my pulpit on the social media…