#Happy Fathers Day Poems 2018
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Holidays 7.31
Holidays
African Women’s Day
Always Live Better Than Yester Day
Apricot Day (French Republic)
Black Top Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day; UK)
Change Your Ringtone Day (Australia)
Cool Japan Day
Crossfire Hurricane Day
Devoted Couples Day
Emancipation Day (Belize)
Father’s Day (Dominican Republic)
George Jetson Day
Gryphon Appreciation Day
Hapje Tapje (Leuven, Belgium)
Happy Potter Day
Hot August Nights begin (Reno, Nevada)
Insect Appreciation Day
International Lifeguard Appreciation Day
International Seriously Single Day
Joust of Quintana: La Sfida (The Challenge; Italy) [Pt. 2 in September]
Ka Hae Hawai'i Day (State Flag Day; Hawaii)
Law Enforcement Day (Louisiana)
Mac Davis Day (Lubbock, Texas)
Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana and Punjab, India)
Milton Friedman Day
Mutt's Day
National Commando Day
National Diana Day
National Eisteddford of Wales (Wales)
National Heatstroke Awareness Day
National #Love Day
National Mom Bod Day
National Mutt Day (a.k.a. National Mixed Breed Dog Day)
National Orgasm Day (UK)
National Parent a Biracial Child Day
Operation Motorman Anniversary Day (UK)
Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]
Saui Sura (Javanese New Year; Suriname)
Saxophone Day
Treasury Day (Poland)
Uncommon Instrument Awareness Day
U.S. Patent Day
Warriors’ Day (Malaysia)
World Day Against Electronic Torture
World MS Trend Day
World Ranger Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cotton Candy Day [also 12.7]
Jump for Jelly Beans Day
Make Homemade Ice Cream and Invite the Neighbors Over Day
National Avocado Day
National Raspberry Cake Day
National Spam Day
Rum Ration Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day)
Shredded Wheat Day
5th & Last Monday in July
Carnival Monday (Bonaire, St. Eustatius and Saba) [Last Monday]
Independence Days
Vanuatu (from UK/France, 1980)
Feast Days
Abanoub (Christian; Saint)
Bill Gates Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Birthday of Nephthys
Cameons (Positivist; Saint)
The Clodhoppers (Muppetism)
Dress Up Day (Pastafarian)
Erich Heckel (Artology)
First Sermon of Buddha (Bhutan)
Germanus of Auxerre (Christian; Saint)
Helen of Skofde, Sweden (Christian; Saint)
Ignatius of Loyola (Christian; Saint)
Jacques Villon (Artology)
John Columbini (Christian; Saint)
Joseph of Arimathea (Eastern Orthodox)
Lammas Eve (a.k.a. ...
Hlafmesse (Loaf Mass; Anglo-Saxon)
Lammas, Day 1 (Celtic, Pagan) [5 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]
Lammas Eve (a.k.a. Lughnassad Eve)
Lithasblot (Norse Harvest Festival)
Loki and Sigyn’s Day (Norse)
Lughnassadh (Grain Harvest)
Oiche Lughnasadh (Pagan)
Neot (Christian; Saint)
Real Ale Day (Pastafarian)
Seedy Birds (Muppetism)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Premieres
Bad Animals, by Heart (Album; 1987)
BASEketball (Film; 1998)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Film; 1992)
Dad’s Army (BBC TV Series; 1968)
The Dark Tower (Film; 2017)
Death Becomes Her (Film; 1992)
Enchanted April (Film; 1992)
Ever After (Film; 1998)
Four Weddings and a Funeral (TV Series; 2019)
Hang ‘Em High (Film; 1968)
Hot Shots! (Film; 1991)
Lego Aquaman: Rage of Atlantis (WB Animated Film; 2018)
The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, US; 1987) [#15]
The Lost Boys (Film; 1987)
Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation (Film; 2015)
Murder Included, by Joanna Cannan (Novel; 1950)
The Negotiator (Film; 1998)
Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)
Plenty of Money and You (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)
Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Book of Poems; 1786)
Rascal Flatts, by Rascal Flatts (Album; 2000)
Rushing Roulette (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)
The Shadow (Radio Series; 1930)
Still the One, by Orleans (Song; 1976)
Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)
Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Film; 2017)
The Wiggles (TV Series; 1998)
Today’s Name Days
Hermann, Ignatius, Justinus (Austria)
Ignacije, Vatroslav (Croatia)
Ignác (Czech Republic)
Germanus, Helena (Denmark)
Ave, Meevi (Estonia)
Elena, Helena (Finland)
Ignace (France)
Herrmann, Ignatius, Joseph (Germany)
Iosif, Sifis (Greece)
Oszkár (Hungary)
Barbara (Italy)
Angelika, Renita, Rūta, Sigita (Latvia)
Elena, Ignotas, Sanginas, Vykintė (Lithuania)
Elin, Eline (Norway)
Beatus, Demokryt, Emilian, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Helena, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Justyn, Ludomir, Żegota (Poland)
Margarita, Marina (Russia)
Ignác (Slovakia)
Fabio, Germán, Ignacio (Spain)
Elin, Helena (Sweden)
Ignacio, Inigo, Reed, Reid (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 212 of 2024; 153 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 31 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 21 of 28]
Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 14 (Geng-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 13 Av 5783
Islamic: 13 Muharram 1445
J Cal: 2 Hasa; Twosday [2 of 30]
Julian: 18 July 2023
Moon: 98%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 16 Dante (8th Month) [Cameons]
Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 3 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 41 of 94)
Zodiac: Leo (Day 10 of 31)
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Holidays 7.31
Holidays
African Women’s Day
Always Live Better Than Yester Day
Apricot Day (French Republic)
Black Top Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day; UK)
Change Your Ringtone Day (Australia)
Cool Japan Day
Crossfire Hurricane Day
Devoted Couples Day
Emancipation Day (Belize)
Father’s Day (Dominican Republic)
George Jetson Day
Gryphon Appreciation Day
Hapje Tapje (Leuven, Belgium)
Happy Potter Day
Hot August Nights begin (Reno, Nevada)
Insect Appreciation Day
International Lifeguard Appreciation Day
International Seriously Single Day
Joust of Quintana: La Sfida (The Challenge; Italy) [Pt. 2 in September]
Ka Hae Hawai'i Day (State Flag Day; Hawaii)
Law Enforcement Day (Louisiana)
Mac Davis Day (Lubbock, Texas)
Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana and Punjab, India)
Milton Friedman Day
Mutt's Day
National Commando Day
National Diana Day
National Eisteddford of Wales (Wales)
National Heatstroke Awareness Day
National #Love Day
National Mom Bod Day
National Mutt Day (a.k.a. National Mixed Breed Dog Day)
National Orgasm Day (UK)
National Parent a Biracial Child Day
Operation Motorman Anniversary Day (UK)
Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]
Saui Sura (Javanese New Year; Suriname)
Saxophone Day
Treasury Day (Poland)
Uncommon Instrument Awareness Day
U.S. Patent Day
Warriors’ Day (Malaysia)
World Day Against Electronic Torture
World MS Trend Day
World Ranger Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cotton Candy Day [also 12.7]
Jump for Jelly Beans Day
Make Homemade Ice Cream and Invite the Neighbors Over Day
National Avocado Day
National Raspberry Cake Day
National Spam Day
Rum Ration Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day)
Shredded Wheat Day
5th & Last Monday in July
Carnival Monday (Bonaire, St. Eustatius and Saba) [Last Monday]
Independence Days
Vanuatu (from UK/France, 1980)
Feast Days
Abanoub (Christian; Saint)
Bill Gates Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Birthday of Nephthys
Cameons (Positivist; Saint)
The Clodhoppers (Muppetism)
Dress Up Day (Pastafarian)
Erich Heckel (Artology)
First Sermon of Buddha (Bhutan)
Germanus of Auxerre (Christian; Saint)
Helen of Skofde, Sweden (Christian; Saint)
Ignatius of Loyola (Christian; Saint)
Jacques Villon (Artology)
John Columbini (Christian; Saint)
Joseph of Arimathea (Eastern Orthodox)
Lammas Eve (a.k.a. ...
Hlafmesse (Loaf Mass; Anglo-Saxon)
Lammas, Day 1 (Celtic, Pagan) [5 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]
Lammas Eve (a.k.a. Lughnassad Eve)
Lithasblot (Norse Harvest Festival)
Loki and Sigyn’s Day (Norse)
Lughnassadh (Grain Harvest)
Oiche Lughnasadh (Pagan)
Neot (Christian; Saint)
Real Ale Day (Pastafarian)
Seedy Birds (Muppetism)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Premieres
Bad Animals, by Heart (Album; 1987)
BASEketball (Film; 1998)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Film; 1992)
Dad’s Army (BBC TV Series; 1968)
The Dark Tower (Film; 2017)
Death Becomes Her (Film; 1992)
Enchanted April (Film; 1992)
Ever After (Film; 1998)
Four Weddings and a Funeral (TV Series; 2019)
Hang ‘Em High (Film; 1968)
Hot Shots! (Film; 1991)
Lego Aquaman: Rage of Atlantis (WB Animated Film; 2018)
The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, US; 1987) [#15]
The Lost Boys (Film; 1987)
Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation (Film; 2015)
Murder Included, by Joanna Cannan (Novel; 1950)
The Negotiator (Film; 1998)
Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)
Plenty of Money and You (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)
Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Book of Poems; 1786)
Rascal Flatts, by Rascal Flatts (Album; 2000)
Rushing Roulette (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)
The Shadow (Radio Series; 1930)
Still the One, by Orleans (Song; 1976)
Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)
Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Film; 2017)
The Wiggles (TV Series; 1998)
Today’s Name Days
Hermann, Ignatius, Justinus (Austria)
Ignacije, Vatroslav (Croatia)
Ignác (Czech Republic)
Germanus, Helena (Denmark)
Ave, Meevi (Estonia)
Elena, Helena (Finland)
Ignace (France)
Herrmann, Ignatius, Joseph (Germany)
Iosif, Sifis (Greece)
Oszkár (Hungary)
Barbara (Italy)
Angelika, Renita, Rūta, Sigita (Latvia)
Elena, Ignotas, Sanginas, Vykintė (Lithuania)
Elin, Eline (Norway)
Beatus, Demokryt, Emilian, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Helena, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Justyn, Ludomir, Żegota (Poland)
Margarita, Marina (Russia)
Ignác (Slovakia)
Fabio, Germán, Ignacio (Spain)
Elin, Helena (Sweden)
Ignacio, Inigo, Reed, Reid (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 212 of 2024; 153 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 31 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 21 of 28]
Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 14 (Geng-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 13 Av 5783
Islamic: 13 Muharram 1445
J Cal: 2 Hasa; Twosday [2 of 30]
Julian: 18 July 2023
Moon: 98%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 16 Dante (8th Month) [Cameons]
Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 3 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 41 of 94)
Zodiac: Leo (Day 10 of 31)
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It just shows a person’s lack of character… It just shows a person’s lack of character Source by Faithworks66
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happier than ever
You call me again, drunk in your Benz
Drivin' home under the influence
You scared me to death, but I'm wastin' my breath
'Cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends
I don't relate to you
I don't relate to you, no
'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty
You made me hate this city
words: 3.2k
plot: emma and tomo’s relationship, in a nutshell.
trigger warnings: abuse, assault, drugs, cheating, violence, blood, suicidal ideation, nsfw
Five years is a lifetime when you’ve just begun your twenties. It’s half a decade of years so formative and important that you don’t really realize their importance until they have flown past.
Emma spent those years with Tomo.
[ SEPTEMBER 2014 ]
A twenty-one year old goes to an Outkast concert. She gets propositioned by a guy. Rough, pushy, handsy, it’s enough to make her feel suffocated, plan paths of escape or desperately look for a face in the crowd that could intervene. Then he comes in with his buddies and they all but rescue her. How ironic Emma thinks, years later. What a Disney-ified, damsel in distress moment to have and to meet by.
They spend the rest of the concert together, follow it up with an after hours at Los Coyotes, wolfing down soft shells in between food-spitting laughter. Emma, Tomo, and his two buddies. The energy is infectious, and she doesn’t want to say goodbye at the end of the night. It’s a feeling she has never felt before; those sparks in his eyes that are in hers too, the way he grounds and floors her. They exchange numbers and Emma’s face lights up as she’s getting off her Muni owl: it’s a text from him.
It doesn’t take long for his contact name to acquire an Emoji heart next to it, the girl who ridiculed these kinds of things in high school now finding herself enamoured, head-over-heels, and not caring for the criticisms of formerly cynical self.
[ OCTOBER ] A month later and she’s packed up and moved into his place, about as happy as she has ever been of late; everything in life falls into place with him, just makes sense.
[ NOVEMBER ] He gets エマ tattooed on his collarbone; her name in katakana. She gets 23, his lucky number.
They spend thanksgiving with her mom in Cupertino. Frankie hasn’t seen Emma this animated again in a long time, composes a poem about in her head as the green beans and pumpkin pie are passed around. Later of course, she pulls out the baby photos, much to Emma’s embarrassment and Tomo’s delight. “You were such a fat baby, Jesus,” Tomo laughs. “She looks like she ate baby Jesus,” her mother quips.
When her mom falls asleep, they sneak out and climb up Emma’s childhood treehouse armed with blankets. They gaze at a sliver of night sky through a gap in the roof as Emma tells him her childhood dreams of flying to space and inventing computers that could contact extraterrestrial life. They kiss, they make love, Emma ponders her stance on marriage being outdated and for chumps and losers next to a snoring Tomo.
[ FEBRUARY 2015 ] Their first Valentine’s day together they drop acid at Pier 39. An irate parent yells at them for making out on the merry-go-round in view of children; have they no shame.
She makes new friends, dozens, someone always at their place as Tomo plays them new tracks, smoke weed together, and watch the oil projector light show make shapes on the ceiling. They talk about the future, fame, and world domination.
They don’t discuss babies because neither of them care for that sort of shit — but they do talk about moving into a bigger place together, maybe getting a dog or two — the breed is subject of many arguments.
[ MARCH ] In peak puppy fever, Emma adopts a two year old rescue bulldog named Tito. It’s the first, tiny sign of a crack in their relationship, of dissent — she thinks she sees Tomo glare at the precious pup when he thinks she isn’t looking. But maybe she imagined it. He does shed and slobber uncontrollably after all, and her boyfriend happens to be a clean freak.
[ JULY ] That summer, Emma braves a plane once more to see Tomo play in Atlanta. His set is off the walls and for the first time, she is amazed to see just how many fans he has, how far this boyfriend of hers has come from making tracks in his living room. It’s just too bad she is fast asleep when he tiptoes out of their hotel room to meet one of said fans for a back-alley blowjob.
They roadtrip across the South to play some more venues and the pattern repeats itself in Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico. She wakes up in a cold sweat one night in Vegas, confused as to why he’s gone. “Out getting food. Got hungry.” The message hits her in a weird place, but she is tired, sleepy, and in a haze; Emma accepts, does not question. He even returns with some Taco Bell for her.
Timeskip — 3 years:
[ APRIL 2018 ]
Emma is on her hands and knees in a bathroom, vomit dripping off the toilet rim. She can’t remember how or why she got here, but she’s here. Everything seems to be swimming backwards. Eventually she is able to collect herself off the floor, splash water against her face and wall-to-wall stagger back out of the bathroom. It didn’t work, she’s purged the worst of it but still feeling funny. “Oh, Emma, there you are.” A man’s hands wrap around her. He says he’s friends with Tomo. Says he’ll take her to him. Fade to black.
Waking up with strange bruises should not become a norm, but it does. Emma dismisses it, goes to work, does her best.
Things with Tomo are a violent rollercoaster; some days are great, some days nondescript; and some days downright nightmarish. They fight, throw shit, break shit, yell at each other. Things almost border on the unacceptable as words turn into threats, threats turn to action. A hand around the throat; a body pinned to the wall — her body, of course. His weed grinder he threw that hit her in the head which he swore he’d meant to only toss at the wall. It never crosses a line into the unacceptable, though. That’s what Emma tells herself. He might push her down on the bed, sure, but a bed was soft. He might squeeze her throat in the heat of an argument, but never so much that she’s passing out. He doesn’t hit, kick, or punch her. That was what abusers did, not him.
She tells herself he can’t help it, his mother used to punish him and his father didn’t love him and now he lashes out the only way he knows how, on the only person he can. He didn’t grown up in as loving a home like she did. He had his reasons. It was okay. They were okay. And the makeup sex afterwards? The best ever.
[ MAY 2018 ] A month later and Emma is walking in on some girl riding Tomo’s dick like the world was ending, right there on their couch. On their goddamn couch they picked out together, hauled up the stairs with the delivery men. Somehow, the worst part about it all, Emma’s fucked up brain tells her, is that Tito is there to witness it. Her innocent, furry son, witnessing his ‘dad’ for all intents and purposes, cheating on his mom. A ridiculously thought but one she has nonetheless as she’s driving away, Tito next to her in the passenger seat. She goes to sleep at a friend’s and sobs the entire night.
Despite herself, she doesn’t break up with him; but the rift is a mile wide and constantly palpable. Tomo becomes relentlessly apologetic. Not only does he beg forgiveness, he does it live on-air at a radio station, on social media, Emma bombarded by strangers she doesn’t know writing her to take him back. Then he goes and uses her personal kryptonite pulls a Lloyd Dobler outside her work with a Cocorosie song she was absolutely weak for. She hates making a public scene but the sentimental part of her is melting at the gesture, the boombox, all of it. Emma stays. He’d been a shitbag, but he was her shitbag, with all his lovable and terrible qualities wrapped into one person, and she just had to take the shit with the good. Because there was no one else she’d rather be with, ripping side-stitches from too much laughter at four in the morning, tears in her eyes for a good reason this time, from one of his horrifying jokes.
He was hers and she was his, that’s just how it was to be. Well, as much as she could call him hers when he seemed to be everybody else’s in the process.
Emma does ridiculous, degrading, uncomfortable things in the name of love, and yet in the end she can’t hold on to the love she had for him in the beginning. Way back when they were going up on that ferris wheel at the pier and he looked at her like he had nothing but love in this world, for her. That was what hurt the most, because now the ferris wheel only went down.
There are threesomes, fivesomes, sixsomes, so many bodies in between hers and the one she loves, all in the name of exciting him, holding onto him, trying to be something for him that measured up to Enough. But none of it is enough. None of it makes him happy, nor did it make her happy. She gives him an inch and he takes a mile and then demands more, smiling with blood in his mouth. She breaks down and becomes something she doesn’t recognize in the mirror. Whether it was an act of revenge or desperation, or finally wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, Emma sleeps with Corey, one of his best friends. She takes pictures, sends them to him “by accident”. She hates herself through it all, every moment of it, mostly for what he made her into. And yet, underneath all the layers of attempts at hurting him she was really just crawling on all fours, begging him to love her again, need her and want he the way he did in the beginning. Craving to get that first hit back, the one she had been on a residue high off of for four years, the one that now tasted metallic and rancid in her throat.
The worst part? Tomo doesn’t care. He texts her back, telling her to have fun, to send more pictures. She’s never felt this hollow, this empty, this non-entity of a being. The day of her high school graduation flashes in her mind, her dad telling her to never lose her identity, the core of what made her, her. Emma took that core and probably threw it into the Pacific. Somewher between Japan and California, it lies at the bottom of the ocean.
[ APRIL 2019 ]
Turns out, Emma could draw a line, and that line was becoming accessory to a drug deal. She knew Tomo sold on the side to make up for all the money going into the records, but it had always been a few pills here and there, nothing big. But this? Fentanyl, Xanax, bricks of coke and hash? It was a lot. It was too much.
He sells the drugs and her to go with it, and that’s the end right there. The package she delivers to the apartment he asks her to deliver it to turns into a hostage situation, and she leaves hours later, bruises and caked blood on her. She can’t go home, doesn’t want to. She wants to jump off the bridge she’s crossing from Oakland back to the city. Any bridge, any of them would do. She understands why people jump from the Golden Gate now, or maybe always had. She was there now, climbing the railings, she was ready. She wanted that plunge so badly, would be sad to leave one parent, but good to be reunited with the other. Maybe there she’d be happy, maybe there she’d find peace.
She calls Ben that night. She’s dry eyed and unemotional, but as soon as she gets the right words, verbalizes her situation, she’s sobbing again. Tomo is out of the city, across the country in Philly on tour. Now was the time, if there was any time for it. She’s not even done with the call when Ben is getting in his car to drive to her. It’s 6 hours from Ojai to San Francisco; he tells her he’ll be there in five. She never deserved a friend like him and never would, Emma thinks as she packs, hastily because somehow Tomo walking through the front door as a ‘surprise’ wouldn’t be out of the question. In the end, she can’t pack everything, has to leave so much behind, her records, books, knickknacks. Five years in this apartment and she’s leaving all of it behind, making a getaway in the middle of the night like some kind of burglar.
By three in the morning he’s here, and they get to packing her suitcases in the car, stacking them as best as they fit in his trunk and backseat, all of Tito’s things and then Tito on a bed in the seat in the back. Emma is in busy mode, stacking and packing everything as fast she can, still somewhere in the back of her mind thinking Tomo would appear at the last minute, and how with Ben here, things could get ugly. She doesn’t want them to get ugly. She loved him far too much to see him have to deal with Tomo, the only person in that specific firing line should be her and no one else.
They drive off. She only feels herself unclench an hour out of Daly City, somewhere in between the Bay and Southern California, where she can exhale. She’s still looking behind them constantly, wondering if every passing car could somehow be him. The saddest, most desperate part of all this that a part of her wants him to have followed. One last ditch attempt to get her back. An all out attempt, one where he would get on both knees and apologize, swear to never be this way again and follow through with it, because he was her person, he was her only person, there was nobody else in this world for her but him, but what do you do when you had to run from your person in the dead of night?
She pulls her raincoat tighter when they stop to get gas, a cold and windy middle of nowhere gas station. She’s not sure how she ends up embracing him, but they’re in it, and feeling someone’s arms around her, somebody that actually cares, who’d never hurt her, who was family, was her mom and his sister and everybody she loved rolled into one, feels like a reprieve. She feels like dirt for making him do this, making him worry, Emma was a piece of shit for that.
She says as much. He tells her to shut up, that she’s nothing like that and this was nothing that he wouldn’t have done for her on any night, any time at all. And maybe that, that was the night she fell in love with him a little bit, or realized she had always been, all along, but God likes to play Lucifer’s games with the little lives he watches over, and it wasn’t made to be, too late anyway since she’d left her heart in somebody else’s hands where it would stay. And he doesn’t need a mess like her anyway, just thinking of the name Catarina was enough. It had been five years but she still remembered the day like yesterday. How low he had been back then. How they would get high together and feel miserable together because at least they had that. They had Weetzie too, but she hadn’t experienced loss like they had, she sympathized but she’d never know what this particular slice of hell was like. But Ben and Emma knew. She knew it in that part of her ribs that met his, and she did not know what she would do if she didn’t have that, have Ben Abrams in her life.
[ MARCH 2021 ]
Fast forward two years, and the ex is in town. Here, in Los Angeles. That very ex you worked so hard to forget, to heal from, to act like he wasn’t there. And yet, reminders of him were constantly there, everywhere. She doesn’t tell her friends, doesn’t tell anybody he’s in town, just balks when his so called best friend turns up in her neighborhood. She nearly grabs Tito and runs the other way, but it had been too late for that and they have a forced, awkward catch-up. He’s oblivious to anything happening, had barely known about her and Tomo breaking up. Figures, Emma thought, that he would act like nothing happened at all.
He’s in town, and every day she goes to work dreading something happening. She thinks she sees him outside the tattoo parlor’s window, but it’s someone else entirely. She’s losing it again, losing sleep, falling prey to her nightmares. Has a boyfriend now but even that doesn’t help, if anything, he’s a guilty reminder of just how little progress she had made, because she couldn’t devote the time and attention somebody like that needed in her life. Not when all she could think about was him.
The worst part is that once he’s long gone again, back up north, she’s feeling that hollow feeling again. Feeling upset that he didn’t seek her out, didn’t come see her. Even though she knew what an unmitigated disaster that would’ve been, the horrible, rotten part of her wanted it. Of course it wanted it. Two years and her skin still itched for him like an addict longing to be in the throes of fullblown relapse. But he didn’t track her down, call, or text, and that was that. Her only run-in with him involves a party flyer papered on a wall, his name in big stylized letters as the headlining DJ at the club. She stares at that flyer for a little too long, it burns itself in her eye like she’d looked at the sun for too long. And then she does the worst thing she could probably do, go on instagram. Only to find he has a new girlfriend. A brunette with tattoos who looked fun and flirty and everything she had been all those years ago.
That was the last tip of the scale. She reactivates her Tinder, finds some half okay looking guy, makes plans to meet him that night. It’s terrifying, so terrifying going through with, but she gets sufficiently drunk, then high on top of that, and goes through with it. Thinking of another boy’s name the entire time, his face, his body, hands and all the rest. Twelve hours later she’s leaving his apartment, no longer the nun of two years she’d become and feeling shitty about that on top of everything else. It was probably time to go see Karen again she thinks, smoking a cigarette under the sun that melts her while waiting for her Uber home. Thanks friends, thanks family, I’ve made terrific process with all your help and am now back to square one. Thanks for everything.
Maybe in a decade’s time.
Maybe she’d be over it by then.
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Celebrating Dad: 20 Books for Father’s Day
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Clean version here and thoughts under the cut.
I saw the song translation notes made by @shelterfromrain a while back and thought, wow! what a fantastic idea it is to share the results of the rabbit holing (that you inevitably end up engaging in when doing this) and leave a record for your future self while at it too! Currently some of the song and poetry translations on fwoopersongs do have little notes, but those were casually written on the fly and after so long, the thought process behind certain choices often get forgotten, which is such a waste... Long story short - I’m doing it this way from now on!
This song was requested by @peerlesssqq on twitter - which may or may not have bumped it up by like a year on my list (yes, I’ve been sitting on it since 2018 and you’ll see why) - and I had WAY more fun than expected, so 谢啦 ~ It was a delight to receive your DM request. I was happy for days!
Some background: 《何必诗债换酒钱》 is the theme song of 【文定乾坤】- a collection of musical works that feature notable contributors to Chinese literature in ancient times, poets and the like. Oh, and I did notice that the MV on bilibili looks like it could be a promo for a webtoon or game. Who knows? I’ll be checking out the rest of the songs, that’s for sure!
The following part of this post will be my thoughts for first the title, then each section - the intro, verse 1 & 2 and the chorus, ending off with some final comments.
Disclaimer first though (otherwise later you read already then feel like beating me up): Everything in this post is only my interpretation of the song. I have quite limited familiarity with mainland literature and culture, so of course don’t expect much xD Here you’ll only find a story-loving banana who jiak-ed kantang too much in her youth and now regrets it a whole lot. 说好了哈 I’m pants at analysis, worse at Chinese, and am not at all good with words ok?
Title
So《何必诗债换酒钱》, let’s start off with the word here that’s unfamiliar to most of us:
诗债 | shī zhài or a debt of poems/poetry debt is a legit thing! - All you authors and artists out there might be familiar with it - It’s what you call the resulting debt when a poet promises to write something for another person but hasn’t done it yet. Procrastination has apparently always been the curse of content creators.
In fact, in the Bai Juyi’s poem that came up on the 诗债 baidu page《晚春欲携酒寻沉四著作先以六韵寄之》- possibly addressed to a friend he owes - he was complaining of illness, old age and writer’s block. But then oh, he goes on and then I passed by a party where they had drinks, and was quite up to my gills & totally out of it for some time, and THAT’S why I’ve done you dirty and owe you ever so many poems. I don’t really understand the last two lines but apparently he then offers to bring a drink for this person he’s talking to, mentions a wish to meet a winter goddess (????? pretty girl? or the snow? idk which), and starts reminiscing the times that were like a precious string of pearls they had singing at Yang Pass. Most likely farewells, but without context I just don’t get it. Anyway bribery and misdirection huh? I see what you did there bro, and I’m sure the person you attempted to distract saw it coming too...
何必 | hé bì, is a rhetorical question of Must you really? In the case of this word, 何 functions as roughly ‘is it that’ and 必 as ‘it must be so’.
换酒钱 | huàn jiǔ qián is of course, exchange for money to purchase wine.
‘Must you really promise poems in exchange for money to buy wine?’ then is the literal translation of 何必诗债换酒钱.
So here is the question: Is alcohol worth a poetry debt? Onwards to the answer!
Intro
生就诗骨 算来三百篇
Born and already a poet to the bones, (with) three hundred works counting up to now.
浪掷秦淮长安 风流李杜王白
Spending lavishly in Qinhuai and Chang’an, free/unrestrained as Li and Du, Wang and Bai;
余下十分 便随意肩上担
whatever left is divided in ten parts, casually thrown over a shoulder
权作金玉铜板 相谢好人间
and taken for jade, gold and coin, a big thank you to this good world!
I interpreted the 生 in the first line as 天生 i.e. innate, natural born talent, so this first line describes someone born with a gift for poetry with ‘three hundred’ works to their name. Although... that three hundred should not be taken too literally, it’s more likely to be an allusion to collected works like the 16th century anthology of poems, Three Hundred Tang Poems. After all, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei and Bai Juyi are the most famous Tang Dynasty poets… and they were all name-dropped in the next line!
浪掷 | làng zhì was a new phrase for me, and means something like spending freely and lavishly or willfully wasted. Of course Chang’an was the capital during the Tang Dynasty and it was the world's most populous city at the time. One can only imagine how prosperous it must have been… and what fun things were there to spend your money on! The banks of Qinhuai river and that general area was once a gathering place for noble/wealthy families, scholars looking for a good time (and some say, the red light district xD). Though by Sui/Tang, that area was no longer doing as well due to political shifts. So the mental image I got from 浪掷秦淮长安 is of someone gallivanting through places of interest, from the bustling and prosperous to the dilapidated.
风流 | fēng liú is as always, hard to translate with no full equivalent in english. The feel it gives me ranges from, ‘cool, dashing bloke on a galloping horse with their cloak/robes/hair flowing elegantly in the wind’ to ‘pleasure seeking dandy who totally knows how to enjoy life, all the courtesans know him by courtesy name!’.
The third line started with 余下十分, which will not make any sense - why leftover? Divide what by ten? - until its put in context with the following:
Three hundred poems 算来三百篇 + 权作金玉铜板 pretend they are gold/jade/money (权作 | quán zuò just means to take one thing for another temporarily.)
The load thrown over the shoulder 肩上担
Spendthrift behaviour on tour 浪掷秦淮长安
The TITLE: bro so u wanna promise poetry in exchange for money to drink? why.
Let’s take those precious poems that can be exchanged for gold - a whole bagful of scrolls, and now I’m so rich I can scatter my money down the streets of entertainment districts and the capital! The very image of a 风流 poet, reckless and free spirited.
// Folks, please learn from this silly girl and do not read songs (or poems) line by line. They need to be appreciated at a distance, not one inch from your eyeballs.
Verse 1
两分与月 劳烦身前打点
Two parts to the moon, (may I) trouble you to take care of me while I’m alive.
哪处巍峨峰峦 当借我悬来观
Wherever there are majestic peaks and ranges, do lend me (your light) to hang and see by.
三分典高楼 好与长风赴宴
Three parts pawned for the tall building, good for attending the banquet alongside the wind,
遍寻可爱星子 唾手一把玩
searching for charming little stars, easily caught to play with.
Now we get to see how the poet is spending his ‘wealth’. This verse is a lot more literal as compared to the introduction, so there’s not much to say.
打点 used here is so interesting! Because it’s what you call bribing someone in a superior position to smoothen your path ahead (so to speak). Thanks to a childhood of tvb drama, I vaguely associate the type of people who would 打点 with rich merchant or minor noble fathers who want to give their sons an easier time at court. Either that or lower ranked officials with less moral scruples. Anyway, what’s being said in the song is something like: here is 20% dear moon, I’ll have to trouble you to bless me for the rest of this lifetime, and also please lend me your light to see by when I have need of it at scenic spots *for art*. The moon is a muse for many poets in all its forms after all… 明月, 圆月, 孤月, 残月, 冷月, 江月, 秋月 and so on.
Actually that whole sentence 劳烦身前打点 is so playful and fun that I put it in quotation marks to emphasize it. We’ve only just begun. Is the speaker already drunk?
And with the third line, 30% has been spent. Just noting here that 典 | diǎn can be read as pawn or mortgage. Another interesting thing to note would be that this imagery of ascending a tall building 高楼 and reaching out for stars 星子 in the last two lines of Verse 1 brings to mind one particular poem, famously attributed to Li Bai. Following translation by yours truly.
《夜宿山寺》- Overnight at the Mountain Temple
危楼高百尺 | dangerously towering a hundred feet high
手可摘星辰 | the stars are within reach
不敢高声语 | one dares not raise their voice
恐惊天上人 | for fear of disturbing the deities
Though the two probably have nothing to do with each other, doesn’t the reverence in the tone of this one bring out the playful irreverence of the other? So. Much. Fun. I adore the whole feel of 遍寻可爱星子 唾手一把玩 SO MUCH.
Verse 2
两分与桥 歇脚南北行船
Two parts to the bridge where travellers on foot and by boat from the north and south can rest,
欣然八方风物 闲话半日茶碗
delighted by the scenery all around, idly chatting half the day away over bowls of tea.
三分典流水 润色枯瘦石山
Three parts for the running water, moistening the gaunt stone mountains
又将天地一展 伸手 试浓淡
and again spreading heaven and earth wide, reaching out to test the viscosity (of the water).
It took a few listens, but in the end I really enjoyed the aesthetics here. And again, this verse is quite straight to the point albeit with two things I cannot understand.
The first point of confusion for me is why the lyricist chose to use 桥 | qiáo, a bridge as the place for people to rest on their journeys. I assumed here that this in reference to a pier or dock, assumed also that he is donating funds for this structure to be built or repaired. However, if that were the case 坞 | wù would have been enough - 船坞 was supposedly invented only in the Song Dynasty though, so maybe that’s why another word was chosen. But it’s not like there is any incidence of 桥 being used to mean ‘dock’ either!
The second thing that confuses me is the use of 典 for 流水. In verse one, that 典 was referring to the poetry works sold to reserve the venue for a banquet. That usage was apt. Here I suspect it might be for parallel structure, because there is no alternative reading for 典 that might allow one to use their 30% 三分 to do anything to flowing water 流水. That’s the literal reading, of course.
If we’re taking this a little less literally, it can be interpreted as borrowing the scenery (figuratively, since the place would not belong to anyone in the way you might own a property) to admire. It also expands on the second line’s mention of the surrounding view 欣然八方风物; there is running water which completes 润色 and brings the appearance of the gaunt and rocky mountains 枯瘦石山 closer to perfection.
润色 | rùn sè means to polish, to bring to greater heights. When you say something has been 润色 it is made more brilliant and closer to perfection by that addition. It can also mean moisten.
We always hear ‘rivers and mountains like a painting’ 江山如画 - originating from Su Dongpo’s《念奴娇·赤壁怀古》- used when the scenery is wonderful, because how often is real life as ideal as what we can imagine and depict? And that is exactly what is described here. The feeling out if the ‘water’ is concentrated or diluted 试浓淡 is used in answer to 一展 unfurling. 浓淡 of ink to 一展 of painting scroll. The land and sky seem like an ink wash painting, so beautiful that the viewer cannot help but reach out to run their hand through the water.
Chorus
Chorus Part 1
若趁游兴直到酣
If we take advantage of our wanderlust and go roaming till it is sated,
千字文章不值钱
classics and essays shan’t be worth a coin.
诗换花 词换雪
A poem for a flower! A song for snow!
再作檄文斗天官
Another denunciation for those heavenly officials!
Starting off with three new terms for me:
游兴 | yóu xìng means enthusiasm for travel.
酣 | hān can mean having a great time drinking, or being very satisfied and satiated.
檄文 | xí wén is a type of official document written for important announcements, declaration of war, or denunciation and condemnation of certain people or actions.
While I still feel this need to go out to see the world, I shall keep on the road until I am satisfied. Who cares about writing, who cares for study, it’s all worthless to me. I do what I want. And what I want is to write a little poem in exchange for a flower, some lyrics for a flake of snow. I’ll even write a denunciation against those officials in heaven (immortals). Fight me!!!!
I point again at Verse 1 with climbing the tower to play with stars. It’s no longer just playing nearby, now he wants a go at the gods.
Among the four parts of the chorus, this one is the simplest for sure. The lines mean exactly what is said. It also feels the most chaotic and mischievous. Is the speaker drunk? Is he high on something? One thing’s for sure. He’s out of money.
Chorus Part 2
何愁不得一样我
Why feel troubled that (I) cannot have another just like me?
知交尽向话中添
for one who understands you and is understood, look entirely towards stories to fill that place
唐解元 嵇中散
people like Tang Bohu (first in provincial examinations) and proud, upright and stubborn Ji Kang
且驰大梦任疯癫
Just chase that great dream, allow yourself to go mad.
I feel like the first two lines are quite straightforward, though they might not appear so on first reading: How could there be a need to feel sad or troubled that I have no like-minded equal. To find a true friend who understands you without need for words, and whom you understand in return, all you need to do is turn to those tales and stories 话中 for people to fill 添 that place.
唐解元 - People like Tang Yin, courtesy name: Bohu 唐寅, 字伯虎 (1470–1524 AD), noted painter, calligrapher and poet of the Ming Dynasty. Tang Yin led a life full of ups and downs that really cannot be covered in a paragraph’s worth of song translation notes. You can check out his wiki page if you’re curious though! There’s a little more on him where I cover the last line of this section. He is addressed as 解元 | jiè yuán here which is the term for the top scorer of the provincial examinations (second stage in the Imperial examination ladder). It is also an honorific for scholars. Tang Bohu is both.
嵇中散 - People like Ji Kang, courtesy name: Shuye 嵇康, 字叔夜, (223–262 AD), one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove - a group of friends who wisely kept themselves aloof from the dangerous politics of the Court, and devoted themselves to art, refinement and debate, of the Three Kingdoms period. He was a Daoist philosopher, musician, writer and poet.
An accomplished musician, the qin composition 廣凌散 | guǎnglíng sàn is attributed to Ji Kang, though some versions of the story claim he learned it from a ghost while stopping at a pavillion on his way home. 嵇中散 was one of the names he was known by because of his appointment to the position of Attendant Counsellor, 中散大夫 | zhōng sàn dàfū, a civil official unspecified duties in the court of Cao Wei.
When Ji Kang was sentenced to death for his attempt to testify for a wrongly accused friend, three thousand scholars petitioned for his pardon to no avail. It’s said that at the execution ground, while they waited for the appointed hour, he had his favourite qin brought out and played a brilliant interpretation of Guanglin San that is now forever lost.
Do go read about them both if you have the time!
I would like to point out for the last line that 任 is to allow, to indulge, and it’s just such a heady sensation to say 任疯癫 - indulge in the madness! throw yourself in and don’t look back!
There is an easter egg here too. A nod to a poem by Tang Yin which can be read as his stance on his lifestyle choice after the alleged accusations of bribery in the final step of the Imperial examinations left him disgraced, and unable to pursue a civil career. Thematically the line does not call back to the poem at all, similarities end with the choice of words: chasing the dream 驰大梦 and indulging madness 任疯癫. I leave an excerpt below. Translation again by me.
《桃花庵歌》- Song of a Plum Blossom Cottage
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若将花酒比车马 | if tawdriness and wine were compared against fine carriage and steed
他得驱驰我得闲 | he would have to drive and work hard for speed whilst I have my idle rest
别人笑我太疯癫 | others mock me for my madness
我笑他人看不穿 | i am amused for they do not perceive
不见五陵豪杰墓 | can’t you see that at the Emperors’ mausoleums and heroes’ graves
无花无酒锄做田 | there are no flowers, no wine, only land ploughed for farming
The second part of the chorus isn’t related to the first, but it has the same theme of showcasing the untamable (unhinged xD) spirit of the speaker. This time, the people he admires ‘intellectual equals’ and kindred spirits are featured, the 任性 feeling here has been pushed to greater heights.
Chorus Part 3
敢夸洒落何须酒
If one dares to boast of carefreeness, why, they hardly need wine.
不煮黄粱也称仙
Even without brewing millet they would still be called Immortal.
镜湖桌 白梅盏
The tables in the mirror-like lake, white plum blossoms in the cups,
等来春风恰开宴
await the spring breeze which arrives just in time for the feast to start!
Li Bai is regarded as both the god of poetry 诗仙 and god of drunkards wine 酒仙 because he wrote some of his greatest poems while drinking. The first two lines seem to be gently poking fun at that. Like hey, if you dare to claim to be all groovy, surely you have no need for alcohol? Just like how an immortal would still be an immortal without wine, your writing talent should not need any stimulants. This would be the time to mention that 黄粱 | huáng liáng is also known as millet, a type of grain that can be used to brew wine.
洒落 | sǎ luò has a few meanings, like shower down or blame, but the relevant one here would be 洒脱 generous, uninhibited and open. For me it feels similar to 风流 in that there is that ‘free, and exhilaratingly unrestrained’ element. 洒落 is in the most positive sense, being always open to having a good time, but without that dissolute or vaguely whirlwind-romance like connotation of 风流.
It feels like the intensity is letting up a little here - this is a light-hearted and frivolous song all the way through, but the words 洒落, 称仙 and imagery of a clear lake, white plum blossoms and the crisp spring breeze are grounding and sweet. Spirited in a different way from before.
Chorus Part 4
四角天地也醺然
The four corners and heaven and earth are also tipsy,
醉极自有桃李搀
when I’ve overindulged, my students will be there to help.
快意只 笔下讨
Gratification can only be claimed from beneath the brush;
何必诗债换酒钱
is falling into poetry debt worth that money for drink?
New words:
醺然 | xūn rán just means drunk. A new word for me though!
桃李 | táo lǐ is literally peach 桃 and plum 李 (李花, also known as 玉梅) flowers, and is a metaphor for students. The term originates from a story in 《韩诗外传》which was set in the Wei Kingdom of the Spring and Autumn period (771 to 476 BCE). There was once a highly ranked official who was sacked from his post and left for the north. He met another gentleman and remarked that the people he helped before did not lift a finger when he was in need. This person replied that, if someone were to plant peach and plum trees in spring, he could relax under their shade in the Summer and taste their fruit in the Autumn. But if that person were to plant weeds, nothing can be done with their leaves in Spring and there would only be burrs to hurt himself on in Autumn. Clearly the people the unfortunate gentlemen had helped before were not worth his effort. Students ought to be carefully selected and carefully cultivated as one would a tree.
Reading the four corners and heaven and earth 四角天地 are also tipsy 也醺然, I imagine the world sort of spinning around the speaker because he is drunk. But that’s okay, because his students (or the trees xD) will be there to support him.
快意 | kuài yì is the feeling of sudden relaxation, and then lightheartedness and joy. In this line, I felt like the intention would be closer to 畅快，爽快 and so chose gratification, because really writing is like scratching an itch isn’t it? Pleasure from satisfaction of a desire. Phrasing it as 笔下讨 is so very fitting though, because 讨 can be interpreted - somewhat contradicting - as either to demand or to beg. What could be more gratifying than having squeezed out the perfect sentence or word under your figurative pen?
So so so after all that, 何必诗债换酒钱? What do you think, is alcohol worth the poetry debt? Is Mr. Poet actually drunk and about to dig himself a deeper hole of owed poems to get even MORE drunk, or has he just been thinking about it all along? :)
Thoughts
This has been such a fun adventure following our madcap big spender from the shining Chang’an to the inviting Qinhuai, shadow of great poets in tow and all. We’ve done everything from talking to the moon and seeing the sights by her light, to boating down a river, dragging fingers through the water. It was sort of like being on a backpacking tour, except with with someone contemplating opening (or perhaps regretting opening this can of worms?) poetry commissions instead of singing in the streets?
Dear reader, if you’ve reached this point of my post, thank you. I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do now!
#何必诗债换酒钱#translation notes#i made a new years resolution and this is step one#i had so many more things to say lol but it's like 1 am and i need to go to bed#this took way longer than i thought it might
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Card Palace (Discontinued Themed Prose Collection)
Deleted wattpad post under the pseudonym: goldiiblox
Date of First Revision: February 8, 2018
Date of Last Revision: February 18, 2018
Language: English
🦋 angela's note: I absolutely loved writing this back then, but I had no clear plot in mind. I might continue this in the future one way or another.
Synopsis:
tampered feelings, endless nightmares, youth running. did the devil leave a trace? it did, and it's a ruin.
The Cards
---each carry their own mystery. thus, the palace still a broken family.---
The Guests: Deuce Hearts; Six Spades; Nine Spades
The Children: Ace Spade; Queen of Clubs
The Odd Child: Ace Spade
Lost Wanderer: 10 Spades
The Monarch: Six Diamonds
The Brothers: King of Diamonds; King of Hearts
The Mothers: Queen of Diamonds; Queen of Hearts
The Odd One: Queen of Clubs
Discord: Nine Spades--
Males: Spades; Diamonds
Sexes:
Females: Hearts; Clubs;
a mini note left: “hello, and i dont know what the fuck this is.”
Deuce Hearts: She is part of the symbolic youth. Marking this day, she wanders the forest of addiction, she thought it's a good teacher. But it's the palace of disaster.
Six and Nine Spades:
They are siblings running away. They escaped from a hotel hallway, sneaked through cemetery gateways and are invisible after day. They are haunting, for they are looking for their restless lust.
Ace Spade:
To be a flower or the hummingbird? Honeyed voice, an inner fire waiting to grow. Never left the palace, for a reason of hiraeth, somewhere unknown. He is an odd child, a delicate toy.
Queen of Clubs:
She looks for love. The only one in the family who feels alive, but is she really?
10 Spades:
He knows nothing about himself. After waking up in this lonely place, his mind erased into a blank space. They hoped for him to come back.
S I X D I A M O N D S:
Before, he made a great family, a good king who sought serenity. Now, he have lost his pure grace, and the house is out of place.
King of Diamonds:
His laugh may be an angel's, yet he owns a little town of clouds controlling him.
King of Hearts:
He is not a liar. Only their father made him believe he is.
Queen of Diamonds:
Her light as pale as the moon, showing that her care has already faded. Her heart numb up until this day, it's her hidden secret.
Queen of Hearts:
The oldest sister, she takes charge of being the mother.
Nine Spades:
A man whom the family left their sun.
The house is fallen, who will be saved? What decisions are going to be made? The palace is dim and broken, will those guests who arrived would help the family restore it back?
"universal minds, all kinds"
-Lauren Jauregui
"Even in a system that promises the impossible, the impossible cannot exist. What may promise to rebuild a house of cards cannot prevent the inevitable fall."-Anonymous
"Good evening, you have now entered the palace."
Dialogue
-addictions (Guest Spades) ; 1st poem
Location: still missing; morning
Our eyes saw countless naked bodies. We loved the sensation of lips locking into each other, and we are lost when we feel the collision between the two of us. It was a silent night, and our hotel room having dim light. It was just the two of us, but it doesn't matter. We want to stay like this forever.
Hopeless told us that we are fools. Hopeless told us that he could help us. His words were enough to lure our blank minds.
-empty (Deuce Hearts) ; 1st poem
But like we said, we're once again, fooled.
This is about being lost. This is as inviting as a big castle, but this is a confusing puzzle.
Location: The Chapel near to her orphanage; midday
My life is full. my heart is alive. But what about my time? I know it's running out.
I ran away from home, only finding a forest that led my torch to be running out.
I miss feeling all those genuine feelings. My heart is alive. I could see, think, smell, taste and hear, yet they're registered into my brain as "empty"
Perhaps, I might meet someone feeling the same. I suppose I would hold on to that kind of hope. Perhaps, I would cross paths with them. The sky is pretty, isn't it?
-The Bouquet (Six Diamonds) ; 1st poem
What is happening? Why is this family falling?
Location: Throne Room; night
It went from a golden age to this ruined place.
It seems that we are no longer flourishing. I seek help, yet it fills me with humiliation. It began as a mistake, but who knows that mistakes are poisons rapidly infecting the host.
I put my blame on to him, but after realizing the truth, discord is no longer around. He went missing, and my mind tells me to do nothing.
Half a Glass
I told my love through typing this. I'm exhausted. All the beauty of this bliss. And how limited this affection is.
--these are deep-seated and intense beliefs that they will never abandon----
----her most majestic gift is also one with deeper curses and it's not her fault, it's the fault of the times she's living in: she loves hard. she finds love in the sky, in the cosmos. she sees hurt people, and still, she knows they deserve love too.
--------they were of two households. each person carrying hearts in dull rainbows.
A String of Drafts
"There you are! I have been searching this town for so long."
"You don't need to. My voice, you'll hear. My face, you'll never witness. Why are you letting the townsmen see a graceless fool?"
"What if they cannot see me either?"
Character Synopsis:
"That would...this is a lie. Forget me, now."
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"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
"Would you like to rest?"
"I'd like to. But it doesn't last for a satisfying amount of time."
"Eternal."
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"The family needs their true child. Hoping to continue their ruling, their eyes remain crestfallen."
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"How would you call that?"
"The king and queen are waiting. Their hair snow white, their bodies weak and pale. They are waiting for him to come back."
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"He, as the lost prince is still searching the depths of the world. Sometimes, he weeps by the riverbank. Sometimes, he walks by the park, collecting flowers that he plans to arrange on his funeral."
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"Up until now, he is going through friendships that he knows the other one would neglect."
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"today is fine. still the same, and don't expect it to change."
"if that is what it is. but mother, are we still looking for our escape?"
---------"Trying to be happy alone."
"mother, how is it today"
-Q. clubs
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"the colors remain whole, still untouched.
someday, make them detached
will you, queen's touch?"
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"farewell, house of cards. i'll miss the cups of coffee, and the endless stories
souls fly away, regretting each mistake
the creator has fallen, now everything is in chaos
what is happening? the remains of the house caught the sight of the swans
nemesis have attacked, the house is surrendering in defeat
the children are in danger, where are the guests?
protect the house of cards, keep the household safe and sound.
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Princess Haya’s Court Case Fact-Finding Judgement Publications
Re: AI M handed down by Sir Andrew McFarlane, President of the Family Division
The court case between Princess Haya and Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid’s fact finding judgements have been published online.
You can read them on this link: https://www.judiciary.uk/judgments/re-ai-m-handed-down-by-sir-andrew-mcfarlane-president-of-the-family-division/
Princess Haya is referred in the documents as “the mother”
Sheikh Mohammed is referred as “the father”
Important points taken from the documents:
Sheikh Mohammed has divorced Princess Haya on 7 February, 2019, the 20th death anniversary of her father King Hussein, under the Sharia law. She saw this as an insult to greatly upset her
Princess Haya has been harassed by Sheikh Mohammed’s “intimidation campaign” and lived in fears for her life, which ultimately led to her decision to move to London with the children
Haya feels shunned. She and the children have been isolated by many people they considered as friends in the past as a result of Sheikh Mohammed’s smear campaign against her
On Shamsa and Latifa’s cases
Haya said she first read about Shamsa’s abduction in a 2001 Guardian news article in 2016 but she didn’t believe Sheikh Mohammed would do such a thing. Prior to this, she knew Shamsa as only his other daughter who lived in another house
Haya first believed Sheikh Mohammed’s explanation that Latifa is being used by criminals and is bi-polar but grew increasingly concerned after reading reports from international media
“In early December 2018 the mother arranged for a doctor, who was trusted by the paternal family, to visit Latifa together with a psychiatrist. The doctor apparently reported to the mother in unequivocal terms that there was nothing wrong with Latifa. The mother reports that she began to become more troubled and began to question the account of mental ill health that she had been given by her husband. She asked to see Latifa herself and she asked to see Latifa’s medical records.”
“I went upstairs and knocked on Latifa’s bedroom door. She opened the door, looked at me, embraced me, and burst into tears. She cried for a long time. She looked vulnerable. She had no makeup on and she had pale skin. She had a track suit and a hoodie on, her body language was closed and her sleeves were pulled down over her hands. She looked like she was deliberately making no effort with herself. She did not look unwell but she certainly did not look happy or content.”
“She was grateful to me for visiting her and seemed to regret the focus on her, saying she had not wanted to cause a scandal, she just wanted her freedom. She offered to “take it all back” publicly and seemed very much to regret what had happened.”
Haya regularly visited Latifa until 2019 and tried to intervene on her behalf to Sheikh Mohammed but he refused and insisted Latifa must stay locked in her present location. In January 2019, Haya felt her relationship with Sheikh Mohammed cooled and was told by him and Latifa’s mother not to interfere in their business
Intimidation campaign against Princess Haya
Starting from February 2019, Sheikh Mohammed intimidated Haya by phone calls about her alleged affairs with a British bodyguard and by writing a poem (which she believed is a reference to her)
“On 4 February 2019 there was an announcement that the mother’s representative at the Ruler’s Court should leave and, on 11 March 2019 the mother was told that, on the father’s instruction, she no longer had a desk at the Ruler’s Court. The mother explains that this was “a huge public slap in the face”, indicating that she no longer had any official status within the Ruler’s Court.”
11 March 2019, a day Haya describes as “one of the longest and most frightening days I ever remember living” - a helicopter landed outside her Dubai residence and the pilot said he was there to take one person to a desert prison. Haya believed her son Zayed’s presence kept her safe
“In addition, throughout this period the mother received a series of anonymous notes, left in her bedroom or elsewhere, making threats, for example “We will take your son – your daughter is ours – your life is over” or warning her to be careful. On two occasions in March 2019 the mother states that she found a gun left on her bed with the muzzle pointing towards the door and the safety catch off.”
“In May 2019 the mother claims that the father threatened her saying “You and the children will never be safe in England”.”
“On 13 June a user named “UAE Properties” posted a video on Instagram which had been filmed inside the father’s private tent in Marmoum. The video shows the father and another man dancing and waving swords in what the mother says is a traditional Bedouin dance of victory over one’s enemies. The mother believes that the father had allowed himself to be filmed in this private space and then permitted it to be posted online with the intention of intimidating her; she is clear that no one would ever post a video of him dancing in this way unless he had expressly requested them to do so.”
“The mother’s legal team have identified in the region of 1,100 media articles published worldwide about the mother in the short period between 24 June 2019 and 14 July 2019. Many of the articles are wholly inaccurate for example, suggesting in some that the mother is an agent of Hamas and intending to overthrow the State of Jordan.”
“In early February she records that during a telephone conversation with the father referring to Zayed, the father laughed and said “He is a desert boy. In a few months we will take him from you – you will see”. On the same day Zayed’s UAE security guard brought the boy back from a trip to some bouncy castles and, as he left, he said “He is our Sheikh, in a few months you won’t see him again. He will come and live with the men, he is ours.” Later, in March 2010 during a visit to the children the mother records that the father said to them “We don’t need your mum anymore do we?” The children replied, “Yes we do”. The father is said to have responded, “No we don’t need her”. In similar terms, on 27 March, the mother records the father saying “Zayed, do we need momma?...You see Haya we don’t need you anymore – we don’t need you or want you”.”
Princess Haya believes Sheikh Mohammed and Crown Prince Hamdan wants to arrange Jalila’s marriage to Saudi Arabia’s Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman but the judge dismissed this allegation as Haya cannot provide solid proof
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Evak Fics - Proposal
** Bonus: Not proposal fics but related to it and an Isaks fathers pov fic
Spring or Autumn by orphan_account (199 words, 2017) - A cute one shot
Two Happiest Guys in Oslo by Cardamom21 (330 words, 2017) - An amalgamation of cuteandtwisted fic titles
Proposal? by Isabeauu (449 words, 2017) - “Proposing? You think that was proposing? You really think I would ever propose to you in a shitty way like that?”
Say yes by Cherrielips (463 words, 2020) - His eyes widen when he says an email titled "Order confirmation" from an engagement ring company. He holds his breath. He feels Even still besides him.
Alle Hjerters Dag by evak1isak (737 words, 2018) - Even is away for work, so Isak is going to spend Valentine's Day alone ... or so he thinks.
Let's Both Propose by givemepizza (899 words, 2019) - Even abruptly interrupts Isak's marriage proposal because He has other ideas.
No Need To Dine And Wine (when you're already mine) by clerence (1k words, 2017) - Isak knows that Even is always full of surprises. But not this. Never this.
I don't think it's very strange by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (1.1k words, 2017) - Isak wants an explanation for Even's dream marriage proposal, and Even won't miss the chance to tease him.
nothing sure in this world by withoutwords (1.1k words, 2017) - “What’s this?” Sana asks, pointing at something over Even’s shoulder. “Cheese toast? On a wedding menu?” “It’s a thing.” “Right.”
The Kitchen Cupboards by dear_ida (1.1k words, 2017) - Even has a thing about leaving cupboard doors open. Isak thinks it's cute. They dance a bit.
you're an idiot, even bech næsheim by hippopotamus (1.2k words, 2017) - Isak thought Even was dropping hints for Isak to propose - and Isak was going to. He bought a ring just last week. But it seems he was wrong about why exactly he was dropping hints, because there’s a ring hidden in the bottom of the drawer, and it’s not the one Isak bought.
The Boy Who Saved Me by smilewright (1.2k words, 2017) - Isak has a plan for his five year anniversary, and it involves video editing.
The Milk Incident by wyoheartsmusic (1.3k words, 2018) - It's two in the morning and Isak is unhealthily obsessed with milk and he needs someone to hug him.
I'm not going anywhere by maia_nn (1.3k words, 2019) - “Oh my god Even! Look out the window! Look at the ocean it’s so beautiful!” “Not as beautiful as you.” “Jesus, you’re so corny.” Isak blushed.
i have loved you since we were eighteen. by Prettything_uglylie (1.5k words, 2018) - In the dark cast of the kitchen, the only source giving off a semblance of light is the closeted curve of the lights above the sink, casting moonlight-like splashes of silver over the grey tiles of their floor. Isak would dare to bet that they would be cold on bare feet but with woolen socks to protect his own feet and Even's immortal euphoric episode, neither of the boys feel it either.
the softest proposal by Bellakitse (1.5k words, 2019) - A drunk and high Isak shares something with Even he wasn't ready to share.
so i'm writing the future. by milominderbinder (1.6k words, 2017) - They're lying in their bed, Isak's cheek cushioned in the crook of Even's shoulder and his arm thrown around Even's waist, taking long deep breaths in time with each other, when Even asks, "do you ever think about the future?"
Isak turns 21 at 21:21, on the 21st of June.
I didn't plan it by Masterless (1.6k words, 2017) - Inside the box was a ring. It was a thick band of silver, with heart shapes cut out of the metal.
for the blessing by cammm (1.7k words, 2017) - Even really wants to ask Isak to marry him. He's picked out a few rings. And knows just how he wants to ask Isak... all he has to do is get the blessing.
Save the Date by tangledupin_blue (1.7k words, 2017) - Isak was silently glad there was no balcony or nudity involved. In fact, he was a little surprised by the simplicity of the proposal, after all the grand gestures Even had made in the last few years for birthdays, anniversaries and reunions.
Small Grand Gestures by nofeartina (1.8k words, 2019) - This is it, this is the moment. It feels right. It doesn’t get much bigger than this.
other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem by iphigenias (1.9k words, 2017) - "Marry me," Isak says. Even almost drops the can of tuna he's holding.
Marry me baby by nneazzz (2.1k words, 2017) - Even proposes to Isak like he said he would in 3/08.
Don't Wanna Walk Alone by cwtalton (2.1k words, 2017) - "I will, you know," Isak says. "Will what?" Even asks, confused. "Marry you."
No Surprises by orphan_account (2.2k words, 2017) - In where Isak and Even like to slow-dance just for the sake of it. Also, they are idiots in love, so things scalate real quick. You have been warned.
The Tears and The Highs We Breathe by ultimatelawrence (2.3k words, 2018) - Sometimes Even feels like a burden. Isak is desperate to show him that he's anything but one.
And I'll never not take your hand by everything_else (3k words, 2017) - There’s a lot of them together, curled around each other every which way: at home, at parties. There’s one Eskild took on the sofa at the Kollektivet of Even asleep in Isak’s lap. Isak is looking down at him, reverent, stroking gently through his hair.
let us cling together as the years go by by sargentblue (3.1k words, 2017) - It's been sitting in Even's front pocket for a while. He could feel the weight of it against his leg throughout the day, and Even feels like it sticks out like a sore thumb, but Isak (or anyone else, for that matter) hasn't noticed.
here, on bended knee by thekardemomme (3.3k words, 2017) - Jonas tries to find handcuffs in Isak's closet. Instead, he finds something else.
the world is ours by ihatefindingusernames (3.6k words, 2018) - As Isak stood there, staring at the most beautiful man he had ever seen, he couldn’t help but smile. This stunning man was his soon to-be husband. Isak just smiled and watched.
Starry Nights by sensualstalker (3.6k words, 2017) - Even and Isak go to the cabin to look at the stars and they have a bangin time that ends in cuddles. Proposal ish.
21 Roses by germericangirl (3.8k words, 2017) - Even is trying to think of a great gift for Isak's 19th birthday, and what would be better than a marriage proposal?
fucking finally by theyellowcurtains (4k words, 2017) - It was nearing Christmas and Isak had to do something. He really wanted Even to be in his life forever now.
a life to live by champagneleftie (4.2k words, 2018) - “We'll have to get married before we apply for the visas,” Isak says behind him. The spoon clatters to the ground, sauce splashing on the floor, the cabinets, Even's jeans. “Wh-what?”
Stop the world I wanna get off with you by LostInAdmiration (4.3k words, 2017) - set in the future, in which Isak and Even are very busy grownups, but are still just as gross and in love as they are right now.
would you do me the honors? by cammm (4.7k words, 2017) - Even loves Isak. So much that he's going to ask him to marry him. He gets some of their friends involved to help him make this happen. He wants everything to be perfect.
Through the Orange by grxcecxldwell (5k words, 2018) - Isak and Even met in high school and since then it's been a whirlwind of love, angst, and some fluff - mix in a rough proposal and a flawless wedding, and then you've got an epic love story!
First Star of Christmas by Laika_the_husband (5k words, 2019) - A sequel to The first star you see may not be a star which is a VERY angsty, beautiful fic. You can read this without reading the first one but if you can handle dark themes, I absolutely recommend the first fic. Isak can't handle being touched, because of his traumatic childhood. Him and Even make do.
you wear nothing but you, and you wear it so well. by Skamtrash (5.3k words, 2020) - Isak has two left feet and keeps crashing into Even in the school hallways which doesnt make sense since Evens 6'4 and hard to miss. It might be the universe trying to bring them together.
and so i happily concede, this is all i ask, this is all i need by lovedisak (5.3k words, 2017) - Even is fucking owning this marriage proposal thing. (with a little help)
He Moves Me by warlocked_mundane (5.3k words, 2017) - Even talking about their future like there is no way but for them to spend the rest of their lives together and build a family of their own, makes him giddy with so much joy. He’s never felt so happy in his life before.
It's Like Here by sasnill (5.5k words, 2017) - Late nights, mountains, creative endeavours, an ever-expanding to-watch list and the future: a quiet weekend.
363 Days by cuteandtwisted (5.8k words, 2017) - Even surprises and dedicates one random day besides his birthday to Isak every year until the end of time. Aka: the reason why Even said 363 days and not 364.
You are in Love by pressurerin (6k words, 2017) - Even is so in love with Isak. Isak feels the same.
love makes a fool turn into a king by GayaIsANerd (6k words, 2018) - “We’re getting married,” Even whispers, and Isak’s smile turns wider. “We really are, baby.”
moving through this world as a two-man team by moonlightphan (6.9k words, 2020) - Even and Isak go to weddings throughout the years, and learn what they want from their possible future wedding. They learn what the concept of marriage means to them.
hope you feel the same by noeller (8.4k words, 2019) - 5 times Even falls a little bit more in love and 1 time he makes sure Isak knows it.
In Vino Veritas by Sabeley (9.9k words, 2017) - After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger.
hell yeah, you the shit (that's why you're my equivalent) by colazitron (10k words, 2017) - Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick.
In A Week by allyasavedtheday (23k words, 2017) - A sequel to Things Look Different in the Morning. “You and Even spend the five nights up to Saturday apart. If you do, we’ll pay for your honeymoon.”
We're Not Broken Just Bent by TotallyTinkerbell (25k words, 2017) - Getting back together fic. They had made a decision that didn’t fall easy on either of them. A decision that still kept Isak awake at night in his bed that was too big and in his kitchen that was too empty in the mornings. On the couch in front of his tv-cabinet which was void of Even’s film collection, and in his hallway which no longer had a dozen pairs of shoes in it.
Lovestruck by Sabeley (29k words, 2018) - 5 times Isak asked Even’s daughter an important question and 1 time she asked one back.
prize your heart of gold (the way i do) by orphan_account (30k words, 2017) - Isak's a bit unsure about his future royal duties, but he's more unsure about his feelings towards Even Bech Næsheim, the guy who is out to take his throne. A Princess Diaries 2 AU
Time Can Do So Much, And Still You're Mine? by cwtalton, mlbee (60k words, 2017) - First, Isak and Even are going to a New Year's Eve party. Then, Isak has something important to ask Even on a cold winter night. The Multi-Chapter Evak Wedding Extravaganza fic
I May Be Younger, But I'll Look After You by alotofphandoms (90k words, 2017) - Isak’s mom met Even’s mom in high school, then they met Isak’s and Even’s dad’s in college. When Even was born, Isak soon followed, two years later. For as long as they can remember, they’ve been in each other’s lives. Hopefully, they'll stay in each other's lives.
When you're near to me by skambition (138k words, 2017) - A story about Isak and Even and their beautiful future together.
***** BONUS *****
Ringed by angelboygabriel (493 words, 2019) - Isak and Even have an engagement party.
I Swear My Life to You by sensualstalker (947 words, 2017) - Isak and Even write their vows without realizing because they're that in love.
why something blue? by theyellowcurtains (2k words, 2017) - The one where they learn how hard planning a wedding is.
don't come then by theyellowcurtains (2.1k words, 2017) - The one where they tell their parents.
too good at goodbyes by everythingislove (straykid) (3.2k words, 2018) - the life of Isak, as witnessed by Terje Valtersen.
Dear Even, if you're reading this then— by cuteandtwisted (6.1k words, 2018) - Not a proposal but it's so sweet. "He's totally getting you a puppy," says Mutta. "You think?" Even asks.
everything that happens is from now on. by Skamtrash (6.7k words, 2020) - Part 3 of at the mere sound of his voice, I'm weak in the knees. their life after being together for six years featuring a bit of angst as usual, alot of future planning, married life being 10/10, adding a member to their family and them being cute as shit.
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WIP Introductions (now with graphics)
Referred to as ‘DAGN’ in tags
Think of if Euphoria met Supernatural wrapped up in a Kill Your Darlings type setting
This doesn’t have a name just yet, but when I get one so will yall
Set in present times (2020- without any of the present time happenings)
Synopsis: Bev loved her brother. Right until the day he decided chasing monsters was more important than her and walked out of her life some odd 10 years ago. Now, at 27 Bev attends Institute Auréole D’or where her father, Mr.Mystic, is currently dean, but that hasn’t, and won’t, stop her from living her best life. But now her brother is back and he’s hunting something big. Something that could be the end of him and he wants his little sister help in stopping it. The only problem? She’s told everyone, including herself, that her brother had died. And she doesn’t have much longer to decide if he’s going to stay that way or not.
Character introductions to come later.
Progress: Because this is my first time doing both a graphic novel and dabbling in Dark Academia, it’s taken some research to make sure I’m getting this right. With that being said, this is all in the very, very early planning stages. Yet, as I go I’ll keep yall updated as well
Story Type: Graphic Novel
Genre: LGBTQ+, fantasy, supernatural, mystery/thriller
Warnings: graphic (both sexual and gore), mention of drugs, sex, overdosing, hospitalization, mental illness, emotional abuse, trauma (i did mention it was a mix of Euphoria and Supernatural), adult content
Pinterest board: to be created
Apple Music playlist: to be created
Referred to as ‘SSS’ in tags
This actually does not have a time period. I don’t think it’ll have one at all. It also won’t mention any major time plots so like just put whatever time period you want.
Name is not finalized and probably won’t be for a while
Synopsis: The island of Winterfall, Isle has known peace ever since Alatar Wintergreen found it back in late 1806. Banned from the United States, and really the rest of the world, after the practice of magic was also banned. Now an idyllic little place where the inhabitants practice magic freely. That is until a jealous prince decides he is tired of no being in the spotlight. With a dead general, a court whose loyalties are divided, and a missing king it’s up to Ikiair’s, the king's youngest, to stop the sure destruction of their home. Will he stop his uncle in time to also marry the love of his life and live happily ever after? Or will greed and vengeance lead him to an early grave?
Type: Novella
Character sheets to come later
Progress: There are several chapters written to this but I took another break from this.
Genre: LGBTQ+ (secondary character), fantasy, romance,
Warnings: mild sexual content, mental illness (depression), death (heavily mentioned
Pinterest board: https://pin.it/4Ss2Ga6
Apple Music playlist: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/short-story-series-soundtrack/pl.u-XkD00bRFoZ6XmE
Referred to as ‘Happy Ending’ in tags
Set in the year 2023
Name is kind of finalized
Synopsis: Welcome to Malacity. The perfect city to raise your family and advance your career. With no (at least to the citizens) crime rate, beneficial city placement, and a town built specifically to meet the needs of its citizens; you won’t find a better town in this US of A. The catch? The government spies on you and does routine “health” checks on all citizens. Also, disobeying rules could mean something worse than death. Enter Jaime who is trying to live her best life. Even if it means fighting feelings for her best friend, going at it with the one person who knows who she actually is, summoning a demon that now doesn’t want to leave, all while taking down a corrupt government and learning the true nature of her parents death. Yeah, so she’s living her best life. Or trying to. At least before the government gets her
Type: Novella
Character sheets to come soon
Progress: I wrote 75% of chapter one but then took a break because I really need to find out where I’m going with this story.
Genre: LGBTQ+, fantasy elements, realistic fiction, dystopia kinda
Warnings: mention of COVID and it’s after effects, police brutality (implied/maybe mentioned), sexual assault (implied), drugs, adult content, mental illness (depression/anxiety/personality) gore (not heavy)
Pinterest board: https://pin.it/2kbWINS
Apple Music playlist:https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/happy-ending-soundtrack/pl.u-yZyVP2lsDqeb0R
Referred to as ‘Something Like’ in tags
Set in current time (not really 2020, but somewhere between 2018-2021) with no real time mentioned. Also, nothing that’s currently (or have been) going on will be mentioned. (I may make every other chapter flashbacks and if that happens then it’ll also be set during 1990-1999 [ish]).
Name is finalized
Synopsis: Alisa Matthews has always gone above and beyond for both her school projects and while documenting life. So why should her senior Documentarian project be any different? Cue Dr. Banks, former Aubrey School of the Arts student, turned professor. She’s been taking the school by storm since she stepped onto campus back in 1991. Although a big name on campus, no one has ever gotten a full blown interview about how she actually got a start. This is where Alisa comes in. She wants to talk about Dr. Banks' early years. How love of life and friends and a certain French man changed her perspective on how art should be, how art could be. Yet, Alisa can’t shake that Dr. Banks is hiding something about her early years. Will Dr. Banks warm up to her before the premiere of the documentary? Or will the truth about the passion behind Dr. Banks stay hidden forever?
Character introductions to come later
Progress: There are about five to six chapters already written, but I’ve taken a break for a while. I’ll be circling back to this one shortly.
Type of story: novella
Genre: LGBTQ+, romance, historical fiction,
Warnings: mention of historical racial abuse, mention of homophobia (implied), secondary character mention of physical/sexual abuse (sexual abuse is implied not described)
Pinterest board: https://pin.it/62uITaN
Apple Music playlist: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/something-like-a-love-story-soundtrack/pl.u-qxyllZBt8GeNjk
Referred to as ‘My Own Undoing’ in tags
A collection of poems & prose that explores the author’s struggle with religion & relearning to love her body. Broken, much like her faith & her love, into two parts; the collection tells of how her faith is shaken. Shambled. Non-existent. How she is waiting for God to answer questions she didn't need to ask. For ones she shouldn't have asked. Tells of the struggle it's taken to love a body that she abandoned long, long ago. Of the body's silence when she is being asked, no begged, for forgiveness. Of the body's acceptance for all she has put it through. Even if their body doesn't want it. Even if the body knows it's what's best for the both of them.
Title will remain the same
Type: Poetry
Genre: Non-Fiction, Religion
Warnings: n/a?
#marshmallow introductions#none of these graphics are even close to being finished#but they are as close to the real thing as my non-drawing behind will get#I forgot the excerpts because of course i would#so i'll add those in later
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Disney is releasing a live-action remake of its 1998 animated film "Mulan" in March 2020.
Insider asked the original "Mulan" codirector Tony Bancroft and Mushu animator Tom Bancroft their thoughts on the remake along with its first trailer.
The twin brothers said they're interested in it for the same reasons which may make some fans upset. They're happy it doesn't look like the remake will feature Mushu or be a musical.
"I want these remakes to be as unique and original as possible... It should feel reminiscent of what it's based on, but not be 'The Lion King' in CG animation that is like shot for shot," said Tony Bancroft.
Tom said while he kind of wishes Mushu was in the movie a bit, he says he probably would have been "a little disappointed."
"Mulan" is one of the next Disney movies that's getting remade for a new generation, and already has the thumbs up of the team behind the original movie.
"I was excited about that," Tony Bancroft, the codirector of the original 1998 animated "Mulan," told Insider of the coming remake.
Tony, who worked at Disney Animation for over 12 years during its renaissance period, watched the trailer almost immediately after it came out in July. He remembers receiving a notification about it on his phone while walking to church. He stopped right then and there to watch it.
"Even though it was small and the sound wasn't great, I could see where the director was going with it," he said of his initial reaction to the teaser. "It felt like they were taking the best parts of the story — a girl who will do anything to save her father [and] bring her father and her family honor."
The 1998 film followed Hua Mulan as she took the place of her father in the Chinese army to fight the Huns. She chopped off her hair and disguised herself as a man in order to protect her father.
Production on the live-action movie started in August 2018 with Liu Yifei cast as the lead and starring Donnie Yen ("Star Wars: Rogue One") and Jet Li. The Niki Caro-directed film will be the company's 13th remake of one of its classics since 2010's "Alice in Wonderland."
When the first trailer was released, Bancroft noticed what most fans did. It didn't have any of the iconic songs people associate with the film like "Reflection" or "I'll Make a Man Out of You." That's because it won't be a musical. In 2017, Caro told Moviefone there were no songs in the movie at that time, describing it as a "martial arts epic."
More importantly, the trailer didn't have Mulan's dragon sidekick Mushu, who Bancroft's brother, Tom, animated in the 1998 film. Unlike the fans though, Tony actually liked that the trailer didn't feature either.
"All the things that a lot of fans are upset about are the things that I was happiest about because I really want them to go off and make a new version of 'Mulan.' I love that character. I love who she is," said Tony of being OK with the fact that the remake doesn't appear to have music or Mushu.
"I love what she represents and I love seeing more Chinese culture portrayed in a new different way," he said of Mulan.
Tony's brother, Tom, was also at Disney for about the same amount of time. The two started as interns before working full-time on, what became, many of the studio's classic animated fairy-tales.
Tom said his initial reaction to hearing about a "Mulan" remake was positive and made him eager to see how Caro and Disney would retell the story. After all, Tom and Tony have already seen a string of classics they worked on ("Beauty and the Beast," "Aladdin," and "The Lion King") remade by Disney. What's another one?
But then Tom started to have some questions.
"The fear sets in and immediately after that I'm like, 'OK, but how are they going to do Mushu? How are they going to do this sequence? Are they going to keep that really strong father-daughter relationship?" Tom told Insider of initial concerns for the remake. "When I saw the trailer, I was pleasantly relieved."
Even without Mushu? Yes, even without Mushu.
"A lot of people I know I think are surprised by that because I created Mushu, I should be really upset that Mushu's not in it. I'm really not," Tom said of people's reactions when they learn he's fine with the Eddie Murphy-voiced dragon not appearing in the trailer.
He's afraid he would probably be disappointed if Mushu was in the live-action remake.
"While I kind of wished he was [in the movie] a little bit, just to see how that would have happened, I probably would've been a little disappointed," Tom said of an adaptation of Mushu in a remake. "In a way, I think I dodged a bullet."
While Mushu isn't expected to be in the remake (it's been reported he may be replaced by a phoenix), Tom would love to see more of Mulan's relationship with her father in the new adaptation.
"I'm hoping they're going to show a training sequence when she was very young and that her dad would sneak her off and privately train her to be a warrior because that'll make even more sense later on." he said.
Have Walt Disney Studios or Caro reached out to Tony about the remake? No.
"Nothing," said Tony, who doesn't harbor any ill will, "I kind of understand that from the standpoint of the new director. Do you really want to go back and kind of regurgitate old ideas?"
"It's almost better that they work in their own vacuum of researching on their own to try and make it as unique as possible," he added. "I understand it from their standpoint, although it would be great if there was a nod to the original and the team and the directors that worked on those original ones."
According to a press release from Disney in August 2018, the live-action "Mulan" is an adaptation of the '98 animated film, but will also be based on the narrative poem "The Ballad of Mulan." Tom said if they're going back to the original poem, and if they've have already seen the original movie, he doesn't think they need any pointers from them.
"I'm not offended by that," said Tom of not hearing from anyone about the "Mulan" remake. "I've worked for the Disney corporation for so many years that I really don't expect that. Most of the departments don't talk to each other. It's such a big conglomerate."
That seems to be the case for the majority of the remakes. When Insider spoke with "Aladdin" codirector Ron Clements earlier this year, he said he didn't consult with anyone on the live-action remake. In 2017, "The Lion King" codirector Rob Minkoff said that new director Jon Favreau had shown him some of the VR technology that was used to create that remake.
After the trailer release, Tony said he has attempted to reach out to Caro on social media. He shared an early character design of Mulan on her horse which he was reminded of by a shot from the trailer.
"I wanted to show some support for the trailer so I posted online and tagged her on my posts," Tony said of trying to connect with the new director.
"I never heard anything back, so that's kind of a bummer," said Tony. "All I can hope is she isn't online very much."
While they may not be involved with the new 'Mulan' film, the Bancrofts are plenty busy these days teaching, animating, producing, and podcasting.
The Bancroft brothers left Disney in the early 2000s and worked on "VeggieTales." The two are passionate about 2D animation and currently teach animation at universities in California and Tennessee, go to animation expos and conventions, and cohost an animation podcast together, "The Bancroft Brothers Animation Podcast."
Tom is also producing a documentary called "Pencil Test" on the art of 2D animation and its future with interviews from animators like Glen Keane ("The Little Mermaid") and John Musker ("Moana"). You can watch a trailer for it here.
More than 20 years after its release, Tony's contribution to "Mulan" is still recognized worldwide as he continues to work on indie animated features.
"Most of them have connections to China," Tony said of most of his animation films being coproductions with China. "I have a lot of involvement with China these days because of 'Mulan' and they seem to be very interested in working with me on projects."
When it comes to the remake, which will hit theaters in March 2020, Tony says he's very supportive of where it's going as long as it's not a direct rehash of what has already been seen on screen.
"I want these remakes to be as unique and original as possible," said Tony of Disney's reimaginings. "It should feel reminiscent of what it's based on, but not be 'The Lion King' in CG animation that is like shot for shot."
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BIOGRAPHY
“She is a girl with unresolved issues”- before.
Charisse Diego Gempesao was born on July 31, 2000, in Biao Guianga, a small barangay in Tugbok, Davao City. She is the youngest of six children of Rogelio Gempesao, a farmer, and Lerio Gempesao, a woman nearly 13 years younger than her husband. Both of her parents are catholic but they are not that devoted. Her mother would rather let her do household chores than playing with other kids. Charisse’s early childhood is tedious and unhappy. She never experience being a child- playing with friends, and escaping from afternoon siesta. She never remembered her family going to church together- a perfect picture of a family every Sunday.
Sunday is the best day for other children but not a typical day for Charisse. She consider it as worst day of the week. Seeing those so-called perfect Aunties’ visiting them every Sunday is a curse. Since she was young, Charisse have a great animosity with her Aunt. She regarded her as a loud siren and short-tempered perfectionist adult that would scream and scold you for a nonsense reason. She was afraid to be with them even in a single second. Starting from that experience, Charisse easily get irritated and build hostility towards people with the same voice tone with her Aunt. If that young girl has a power to control the time she would definitely skip forward that day; and if primary schools were open every Sunday, she would definitely choose schooling rather than staying at home.
Growing up, Charisse idolized her father but, everything changes when she was in her third grade. Charisse was an honor student in her elementary years. She announced as 3rd honor when she was in grade three. Her father was so proud of her that time and even decided to be with her at stage to pin the ribbons and medal. They even celebrated her success as an honor student. However, one event rip that happiness in her memory. One night her father asked her one question but she failed to answer it correctly. It was devastating for a young girl at that time because, the person she thought who is been so proud of her called her stupid and escorting her in stage is a shame. From that moment, Charisse started building self-doubt and felt unworthy. The little confidence she boost in her early years drastically falls in one statement. Charisse still carrying that description up until she was in college. Every time she was recognized as an honor student she was never be proud of it because she believed that she’s still that little 3rd grader that doesn’t deserve any recognition. Art seems to be her best friend at that time- writing poems and making crafts makes her feel better.
Luckily, she was able to finished her Senior High School in 2018, but she don’t have any idea on what course she may took up in college. She decided not to proceed in college after she graduate Senior High, so that she can be able to think what would be a nice course to take up in the next school year. She planned to go inside the convent to realized her purpose and identity; and if she is called to serve or not but, her father did not allow her. Therefore, she look for a sign that will help her to decide what would be a nice course for her. Time adds pressure in deciding, she only have a couple of weeks left before enrollment. Out of nowhere she remembered the k-drama series which she was so interested. The movie was related in psychology and for that reason she decided to pursue Psychology though she don’t have any background about this.
Her college years in Davao Doctors College was tough. Her unresolved issues always hunting and ghosting her. Identity crisis, self- doubt, and unworthiness makes her college year unbearable. She is a girl with unresolved issues. Until Sheena Nazareno, a professor in Psychology at Davao Doctors College, make her realized that she need to solve her issues as young as possible. In Gods grace, Charisse conquer four years in college and gradually feel in-love in Psychology.
Although she experience a roller coaster experience in four years, she was able to graduated in Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology in 2022. In the same year, she took the licensure examination of Psychometrician. Right after she got her license, she applied for work in a prestigious company. She continued her studies and finished her Master’s Degree in Psychology at Ateneo de Davao in 2025. In the same year, she was hired in Psychiatric Center in Davao. She took Doctorate in the same school and graduated in 2030. She was a licensed Psychologist and a life couch when she meet Karl, a Physician and a colleague in Ateneo. Soon after, they got married and had two children. They moved in American after she give birth with her youngest child named Claire. In 2045, she published a book about her success journey in becoming a Psychologist. In the same year, the couple build their own clinic in America to continue their profession.
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Dear 2018,
warning: up ahead is a long ass post with mentions of anxiety, depression, infidelity, death, very specific events that might seem silly to you but really fucked me up, optimism, and copious amounts of personification.
You were cruel.
My dad gave my dog away without telling me and while I took a nap of all things for reasons that made no sense at the moment but would soon reveal themselves as the year unfolded. My dog was my best friend and longtime confidant. I was the annoying dog owner who snapchatting their dog every day. He was my first hug when I had a bad day and my last goodnight every night as I headed off to bed. I don’t know where he is now because my father won’t tell me but 2018, you left me so incredibly hurt by my parents that I couldn’t bring myself to speak to them for two weeks.
But I learned to cope.
In the days that followed, I wrote a 20k long story. I was crying and sad and didn’t know what else to do. I spent three days writing that story, sleeping on the couch because I didn’t want to walk into my room only to see that my dog wasn’t waiting by my bed. A story I wrote could never replace seven years of companionship but it gave me something tangible to hold onto when I found myself unable to turn to my family. Camellia, the story, holds a special place in my heart because it isn’t often that from such sadness tumbles out a love story.
You were cruel.
2018 took the life of the boy I have admired and blushed over since I was eleven. He was the kind of kid who had every reason to be an asshole with how good looking and widely popular he was but... he wasn’t. He was polite and genuinely smart and loved basketball. I mean loved it. It was funny back then but in my senior year when we were asked to write poems, he chose to write it about his basketball and his team. We all cheered him on at the end of it as he slipped back into his seat in the back, a happy grin on his face. I remember how hot my face got when he let me interview him for a school project and how nice he was to me because he knew I was nervous. When I graduated, he was the one person that I was looking forward to seeing at our high school reunion. I wanted to know where he’d end up in life. I never thought that his life would come to an end.
So I took some time to reflect.
I left Tumblr for quite a bit. It’s a hard thing to understand when someone so young dies suddenly and needlessly. It was larger than just my feelings. It was as if my entire town fell silent. 2018, you left behind his family and an entire community in pain and mourning. He was not mine to mourn as a lover nor really as a friend but I mourned him as a long time classmate who put far greater good into the world than he ever did bad. I hurt for his family, his girlfriend, his friends— my friends —who knew him well and will never get closure or answers to his death because there are none. I hope heaven has a basketball court.
You were cruel.
One of your Saturday nights was when my mom walked by our guest bedroom and overheard her husband on the phone with his girlfriend of a year. It was the reason why my dad got rid of my dog and was trying so desperately to sell our house. He was trying to move us into an apartment just so that he could leave my mom and me in it. He stood in front of my mom silently as she broke down two days later and told him that she knew about his girlfriend. I knew his girlfriend, I had been to her house; she had 3 kids and a husband. My dad left my family for another family, for another country, and as much as that hurt, nothing hurt more than holding my crying mother in my arms every night because she came to the United States alone and I was all she had now. My father took everything in the house, leaving us with one bed and a couch. He said he would take care of us but the fact that he took two beds when he only needed one should’ve been a warning sign enough. He cut my mother’s salary and belittles her at work. He keeps coming over to our house and making my mother cry. He never gave her space to heal and still isn’t. I had to make nice though because he was always the provider and I relied on him financially. He cut my brother from his will and my mother feared he’d do the same to me.
But my family understood.
I thought with my father living elsewhere, I wouldn’t see my family anymore. He was the one who always drove me down to every family gathering, and now I could hardly look him in the eyes. To my surprise, even though he was very much the head of my family, they all reach out to me and my mother, offering their condolences. It was nice to know that I wasn’t a terrible daughter for not wanting to see my father, it was nice knowing his family understood. He was a great provider but cruel, emotionally detached parent and I struggled with the guilt of not mourning his absence in the house. My family helped me realize that my priority should be myself and my mother and I am so grateful for them.
You were cruel.
You were anxiety. Crippling, unimaginable anxiety. You were a panic attack one Monday morning alone in my house as I realized how empty but suffocating my home had become. 2018 was sitting down in class, only to rush out the moment I realized I had forgotten another assignment, crying in the school bathrooms because I knew I was falling behind. I pretended like everything was fine. I didn’t ask for help. I was ashamed to. My mother didn’t have friends because of the type of person my father was and she needed one. So I became her friend, despite the fact that I am just a daughter. I comforted and listened to her. I read her divorce papers for her because my English was better than hers and I knew my father was going to try and fuck her over. My mother was behind every happy memory I had so I owed her this much. Eventually, I just stopped going to school, too anxious to even leave my neighborhood. I would wave my mother goodbye and hop into my car like I was off to university but really I just park somewhere in my neighborhood and hated myself. God how I hated myself.
But my friends were kind.
Early on in the year, 2018 brought me, friends. Friends that would last throughout the year despite the fact that I pushed them away and isolated myself. People like @httpjeon, who would become my number one confidant and best fucking friend along with @introseesaw @junqkook, who never questioned why I had to leave the group chat and disappear for days. People like @timeline-comics, who is so patient and understanding and inspires me. People like @kittae @gukyi @jeongukk who probably didn’t know how much just talking to them made me feel sane and safe. As much as 2018 took away, it also gave me such wonderful people when I needed them the most and I am grateful beyond words. Even when my mother was in the midst of heartbreak, divorce and reliving childhood trauma, she still eventually found me, as most mothers do when they’re children become lost. She offered me love and support like she has done with every breath she has ever taken and told me it was okay to ask for help. I wasn’t invincible, no one was. It was only with others that we could grow stronger.
You were cruel.
I did poorly this semester. I knew I would. But it was severe enough that my university noticed and suspended me from the upcoming term. They told me to come back in the summer and offered me the number to their counseling services. My father didn’t understand how this could have happened, or maybe he didn’t want to understand, so he cut me off financially and called me names that I’m still trying to convince myself aren’t true.
But I had you all.
In the worst year of my life, 2018 brought me a community of people who love and support my work despite how flaky I am putting it out. It brought me a platform where I can express myself creatively and unapologetically. 2018 brought me you guys, my readers— my people. It brought me anons who made my entire day in 200 words or less. It brought me people who reblogged my posts with funny tags that, as corny as it sounds, made the world feel less heavy, even if it was just for a moment. I know that you guys are a blessing. This blog is one of the best things that’s happened to me. It’s my happy place and I am so beyond grateful for you all.
And finally. There is one thing left to say.
2018, I forgive you.
You were cruel, confusing and painful and as much as you set me back, I am going to use you to propel me forward in 2019. It was in your darkness that I realized just how wonderful every speck of light truly feels. Because of you, I am going to fight for happiness and work on loving myself again as BTS has been telling me to do all year because you have given me a reason to finally need to more than ever.
Dear 2019,
Treat me gently. Greet me with kindness. Because if you don’t, I will bend you to my will because, dammit, I deserve happiness. I deserve comfort. I deserve 2019. I will get a job and maintain myself. I will attend counseling and work on fixing myself. I will love myself loudly and write until my fucking fingers fall off. I will go back to school in summer and look forward to learning because it’s what I love; I know now more than ever that it’s a privilege to get to go to school. I will ask for help when I need it and offer it when it’s needed. And I will never stop supporting those who supported me in 2018.
To those who were also hurt by 2018, just know that you walk into the new year cautiously right alongside me and it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to heal. It’s okay to prioritize yourself. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to not be okay. Because even today is cruel, there is always a chance that tomorrow will be kind and that’s a chance worth fighting for.
Sincerely, Rose 🌹
#personal#OOF#there she is#this is very much a venting post so sorry if it's preachy or annoying or whatever#I really wanted to follow up every bad thing with a good thing and force myself to findthe good within the year#no matter how blinding the bad#thank u to those who encouraged me to post this ily and if helps anyone then that make this embarrassingly personal post worth posting <3#feel free to ignore if these kinds of things make u uncomfyyyyy :D
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A LETTER TO YOU, MY LOVE
I don’t know what's your name, nor how old you are. I know you’re close to me, that our age gap is minumum or absent. I know your heart is free, you currently allow love into your life.
I haven’t met you yet, but i know that God has our backs, our hands, our hearts. I trust Him.
Even though I don’t know these things, I know others: i know you’re moved by an infinite passion for your life, in a safe way. You’re hungry of experiences, new ones, just like me. You like feeling good, in body and mind. You have a healthy lifestyle and you’re radiant, optimist. You’re detemined: you have a goal in life and you want to achieve it. You’re alive, vibrating and sparkling with your own light.
You’re a good person.
I don’t know what you’ve done in the past, I haven’t met you yet, but I know you’re good. I feel it. I sense it. I percieve it.
You’re open minded and incredibly intelligent, just like me. You made me fall since the first moment, in every possible way - because, let’s admit it... you’re handsome. You’re the most handsome person I have ever met in 19 years.
We connected instantly. It’s strange, because i rarely open towards someone so soon, i rarely feel at easy with new people, but that’s what happened with you.
We connected instantly, deeply, in a long and lasting way.
We’re a perfect match, we complete each other: we understood it with time.
The first time I saw you, I was speechless. You’re outstanding.
Your gaze is alive, intelligent, deep, magnetic and brilliant. I instantly wanted to caress your soft hair, but how could I? Now, though, it’s you who always caress mine, and I always caress yours.
You’re so alaive, my love. Full of love and happiness to give to the world. Our characters fits to perfectly together. This is our miracle, our fortune, our bliss.
After the phisical attraction, the mental one came. You left me wrong-foot.
You took me, I took you.
It was reciprocal.
You make me feel understood as much as I do understand you. You make me feel good, safe, protected, loved. You give me attentions that I rarely received, and I give them to you.
We take care of the details.
You know what i want before i can even open my mouth and you totally get me with only one gaze, my love.
we’re good when we remain silent. we talk about everything, always. we can connect in unespected ways.
you brought light into my life like never before. i am alive, i am appreciated, i am loved.
you give me the moon and i give you the stars. we challenge each other, always.
you are challenging. you offer me adventure, you give me the chance to grow, toexpand, you love me.
passion. you are passion. love. challenge. certainty. you are a safe boat.
your humour is incredible. you’re sarcastic, capable of making me smile and laugh in any moment, even the saddest one.
when you hug me, i’m home. we’re home.
i look at you and i’m grateful: you’re anything i have ever wanted, desired, craved. you’re polite (my parents love you and trust you). you entered into their hearts.
everytime our bond is more intense. you give me life, i give you life. we’re beautiful, radiant. we light the world with our love, our presence.
you ring the bell whenever you come to take me and my father loves this little gesture. we’re untiring, a living tornado. boredom is a stranger to us.
you’re family is great, exaclty as mine.
a family who raised you up perfect as you are. your driving skills are great, you protect me and i feel safe.
you dream about me, you want me, you love me, you desire me now and forever. I’m perfect to you and you’re perfect to me.
You accept and comprehend my spirituality ( i dont know if you’re spiritual too, if you believe in God, but i love you and you love me).
you respect me. you respect me like no other.
you’re fit, just like me. you’ve got a great and healthy body, the most attractive face features i have ever seen. and you’re mine, just mine, only mine.
i’m so glad i have you in my life.
your voice heats me up, soul and heart, your smile gives me life. you’re enthusiast as a child. you’re a dreamer, though rational. you love music, just like me. we share some music taste, but you make me discover many more genres, just as i do. same thing for the movies. we have a great time at home, cuddling with a quilt, a pizza and our tv, as well as when we go out.
you’re stylish in an unforgettable way. we have fun together, we complete each other. we’re best friends.
you’re extroverted and introverted, just as i am. your friends love you. you’re an attractive intellectual, but even much more.
our relationship is healthy, sane, lasting, long. you give me the freedom i want and i give you yours. we trust each other, blindly, reasonably. you always flirt with me like it’s our first day together. you surprise me, you get me.
you listen to me and i listen to you. you love everything about me and i love everything about you in an unconditional way, imperfections included.
we always find the time to be together, including our friends in our relationship. we balance private life and public life in the perfect way.
i’d write poems about you.
you always like me, i always like you. inside and outside. always. in the body, in the mind.
we connect, we inspire each other.
you treat me like a queen. your family is weatlhy and healthy. they’re good people, i love them and they love me.
our families get along really well.
the forces of nature are condensed in us, united as one. in you. in me.
life with you is a pleasure. we touch each other even without touching, we inspire and challenge each other. we kiss without kissing.
we bring out the best of each other. we make incredible experiences together.
i love the way you look at me and you love the way i look at you. we enrich each other, we trust each other, we’re always there for each other.
it’s us, for ever.
i love you and you love me.
i know you’re here, i feel you. you feel me. i see you, you see me.
let everything happens as it is meant to happen.
we share passions and values (but we’re also different, luckly enough). You’re taller than me.
thank you, God. thank you, Love.
we shine, both of us. we’re young, full of life.
we’re intriguing. you intrigue me, i intrigue you.
our characters are the perfect match.
we’re each other’s fan. our humour makes us always young. our enthusiasm, our people...
you always like me, i always like you. we surprise each other. we’re each other’s focal point, safe zone.
we’re friends, lovers, best friends, partners in crime, adventutes mates.
your gaze always surprise me.... your face... you’re my definition of perfect.
we’re happy together. we always bring eachother upon a pedestal. we love each other. we desire each other. passion, respect, love, sharing... that’s what we always give each other.
our lives are full of successes, personal and shared. i love you, you love me. we always have fun together. you’re funny, confident, deep. strong, inside and outside. you’re my strenght. you make me daydream now and forever. you know everything about me and i know everything about you. you’re frizzy, trustworthy, loyal, devoted to me. you like the idea of building your own family, something serious in general.
you make me a better person and i make you a better person. you’re pushing. you make me laugh. i make you laugh.
shiny eyes, hungry only for me. hungry for my love. you know how to get me, i know how to get you. i always adore you.
i push aside the hair from your forehead when they fall and,messy as they are,cover your eyes. i take care of you, you take care of me.
we’re young, two tornados ready to share successes, ups and downs.
you kiss incredibly well. you know my tastes, i know yours. we overcome any obstacle. we’re perfect together, inside and outside. we’re perfect for each other.
we’re here.
you’re here. i am here.
see you soon, love.
sept 17th, 2018.
i met him on sept 24th, 2018.
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